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Title:Fingerless Gloves
Author:goodbyesteven
Rating:hm...PG for now but will eventually be NC-17
Pairing:Jeph/Frank
Disclaimer:Not mine, although I WISH!!
Notes:OH MY GOD THIS SUCKS SO MUCH AND I APOLOGIZE...i just felt like writing and this is what came out...I don't even like it. BLAHHHH!
Pink water washed down the drain in the single person shower of the tour bus. Frankie watched as it swirled around the white plastic of the shower floor while his head was being pushed under the spray. If he squinted, it looked like blood coming from a large open gash on his head. For a moment, he was reminded of the movie Psycho and that obnoxious noise that played when the girl got stabbed in the shower. Then he felt the pair of hands holding him under the water start massaging his scalp, trying to get as much of the red dye out of his hair as possible. His eyes closed, partly because he didn’t want to get chemicals in them, and partly because the long fingers in his hair felt so good. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet sigh. After a moment, the water ran clear and the person behind Frankie reached in and turned the faucet off. A towel was tossed at him so he could dry his hair. The two of them stood back and looked at Frankie in the small bathroom mirror. Jeph nodded in acceptance. He should be a hair stylist; he was so good at things like that.
Frankie looked at Jeph’s image in the mirror and smiled at his boyfriend. He was so happy their managers finally arranged for them to tour together. He would have died if he had to go another three months without seeing him. During their tour with Story of the Year, Frankie was on Jepha withdrawal. Jeph rested his head on Frankie’s shoulder, in the crook of his neck and said to their reflections, “I have a hot boyfriend.” Frankie blushed and pulled away from him. He grabbed Jeph’s hand and pulled him out of the tiny bathroom. He still had his damp towel around his neck; his new red hair was sticking up everywhere. Jeph took one look at him and laughed. He pulled himself close to Frankie, their chests pressed together. His hands ran lightly up Frankie’s back and rested in his hair, straightening the fly away pieces. He leaned in to press his lips to Frankie’s and Frankie kissed back. Jeph could feel Frankie’s face getting hot near his; Frankie still got nervous around Jeph as he was still unsure if his dream of dating him had come true.
He had been a fan of the Used long before My Chemical Romance even became a band. He held Jeph up so high on a pedestal, he nearly crapped himself when Jeph first kissed him a year ago on their first tour together. When they decided to make it official, Frank was beside himself and still questioned himself why Jeph would want someone like him. He didn’t think he was anything special, what did Jeph see in him? But Jeph did see something when he went with Bert to see this “totally kick ass band” at a local show two years ago. He saw this gorgeous boy with short brown hair and a scorpion tattoo on his neck, playing his heart out on the small stage floor for this unknown band. One thing was for sure, this band blew Jeph away. He had kept his hood up to keep from getting recognized at the small game hall venue. But after My Chemical Romance finished playing, he had to talk to the guitar player. So he went up to him and said hi. Frankie was busy putting their equipment away and didn’t look up when he replied with a soft hello. When the mystery person didn’t say anything else, Frankie looked up and saw the epitome of sex. Jeph still had his hood up, his lip piercings glimmered under the dull lighting, his dark hair swept across his face, the outstanding tattoo on his neck brightly shining its colors. Frankie’s mouth dropped, not because of WHO it was but because of how hot that certain “who” was.
“I’m Jeph,” he said with a certain confidence.
“I’m…..Frank,” Frank mumbled and slid his sweaty hand into Jeph’s dry, smooth, warm, perfect one. They couldn’t look away from each other. It was almost love at first sight. They continued to gaze at each other until Frankie realized the next band was trying to start their set so he broke eye contact and snapped back to reality. They were still holding hands. Jeph let go and reached down to help Frankie with the wires he was trying to gather together.
“Here, let me help you with that, Frank,” the way his name rolled off Jeph’s tongue was almost the hottest sounding thing he had ever heard. He felt a familiar yet new sensation in his groin area and quickly bent down to unplug he thought went to the amp. Instead, it unplugged one of the other band’s amps. The music stopped completely and the weak crowd moaned. Frankie turned beet red and looked down at the plug he was holding and quickly plugged it back in, making an excessive amount of feedback. The lead singer of the band that was playing looked at him like he wanted to kill him for ruining their set. Jeph noticed and quickly finished bundling the rest of the wires together and lead Frankie out of the game hall.
“Oh God, I do stuff like that all the time, no wonder people hate me. I need to get out of this town; I need to meet new people, the only people that like me here are the guys in the band. My own parents don’t even want me living at home anymore. My girlfriend just dumped me and I hate everything” Frankie ranted while taking the wires Jeph was holding and threw them into the band’s trailer. Jeph just smiled at Frank’s small tantrum. He crossed his arms across his chest, his too small black hoodie stretched over his broad shoulders, making Frankie stop what he was doing and remember who he was talking to. He blushed and looked down. It was officially an awkward silence. Frank waited for Jeph to say something. He didn’t.
“So, umm… what are you doing here?” Frank gave in. Jeph looked at Frankie’s face. He smiled again and shrugged.
“Bert dragged me to this show to check out this ‘amazing’ band. I don’t even know how he heard about My Chemical Romance but he was right about the amazing part. I have a feeling you guys are going to be huge one day,”
Frank looked down and turned bright red from the compliment. He shuffled his feet on the ground, playing with a pebble. He couldn’t think of anything to say. He never felt comfortable with receiving praise.
“Thanks,” he mumbled under his breath. The muffled sound of the band coming from the building that was more than 100 feet from them was louder than his response. All of a sudden, Bert came running out of the building.
“HEY JEPH, we have to go, Quinn just called; the bus driver freaked out and is insisting that we leave now for Massachusetts…oh, who’s your friend?” Bert quieted down a great deal when he saw Jeph was talking to someone.
“Bert, this is Frank, he’s from the band you came here to see, idiot,” Jeph said calmly.
“Band!?! I came to score some shit, dude…haha just kidding...kind of. Hey, your set was pretty sick man, maybe we’ll take you on the road with us one day. But hey, we really have to, okay Jeph?”
“Yeah, yeah give me a minute, I’ll be there in a second,” Jeph said, not looking at Bert, but looking into Frankie’s eyes the whole time. Bert shrugged and head off in the direction of their van. Jeph took a step towards Frankie and reached down to take hold of his hand. It was still clammy. He reached into his pocket and magically pulled a pen out of it. He leaned in close to Frankie’s body to see what he was writing. He was so close that Frank could smell his shampoo. Jeph wrote down his cell number and right at the end of the row of digits, he put a little heart. Frank turned his hand so he could read it and looked up at Jeph’s face. He smiled shyly and blushed again.
“Call me, I’m going to talk to our manager and see if we can get you to play a few opening slots. And maybe we can go out for dinner sometime…” Jeph said slyly.
“Oh, no kidding? That would be fucking great. And, uh, thanks for helping with the equipment and stuff,” he faded out. Jeph looked down and took Frankie’s hand again. He stepped forward, closer to him and pulled his hand up to his mouth. His soft lips touched the round knuckles and kissed them.
“It was my pleasure,” Jeph almost whispered into Frank’s ear. And with that, he dropped Frank’s hand and started walking away, into the dark parking lot, to catch up with Bert.
“Frankie…what the Hell, man? You like totally dozed off or something,” Jeph was poking him in the ribs, talking not so quietly in his ear. Frankie came out of his day dream and saw that Jeph had pulled them over to the couch and sat them down. Jeph was horny and wanted to fuck. He had been kissing on Frankie’s neck until he realized that Frank was not responding at all. That’s when he realized he was off in la-la land.
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby, I was just thinking about the day we first met,” he kissed Jeph and sat back into his arms. They sat together, Frankie’s head resting on Jeph’s chest, their hands, entangled. Jeph’s heartbeat was loud and clear in Frankie’s ear and he smiled.
“You know,” Jeph said, “that was the best day of my life; the day I met you, love,”
Author:goodbyesteven
Rating:hm...PG for now but will eventually be NC-17
Pairing:Jeph/Frank
Disclaimer:Not mine, although I WISH!!
Notes:OH MY GOD THIS SUCKS SO MUCH AND I APOLOGIZE...i just felt like writing and this is what came out...I don't even like it. BLAHHHH!
Pink water washed down the drain in the single person shower of the tour bus. Frankie watched as it swirled around the white plastic of the shower floor while his head was being pushed under the spray. If he squinted, it looked like blood coming from a large open gash on his head. For a moment, he was reminded of the movie Psycho and that obnoxious noise that played when the girl got stabbed in the shower. Then he felt the pair of hands holding him under the water start massaging his scalp, trying to get as much of the red dye out of his hair as possible. His eyes closed, partly because he didn’t want to get chemicals in them, and partly because the long fingers in his hair felt so good. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet sigh. After a moment, the water ran clear and the person behind Frankie reached in and turned the faucet off. A towel was tossed at him so he could dry his hair. The two of them stood back and looked at Frankie in the small bathroom mirror. Jeph nodded in acceptance. He should be a hair stylist; he was so good at things like that.
Frankie looked at Jeph’s image in the mirror and smiled at his boyfriend. He was so happy their managers finally arranged for them to tour together. He would have died if he had to go another three months without seeing him. During their tour with Story of the Year, Frankie was on Jepha withdrawal. Jeph rested his head on Frankie’s shoulder, in the crook of his neck and said to their reflections, “I have a hot boyfriend.” Frankie blushed and pulled away from him. He grabbed Jeph’s hand and pulled him out of the tiny bathroom. He still had his damp towel around his neck; his new red hair was sticking up everywhere. Jeph took one look at him and laughed. He pulled himself close to Frankie, their chests pressed together. His hands ran lightly up Frankie’s back and rested in his hair, straightening the fly away pieces. He leaned in to press his lips to Frankie’s and Frankie kissed back. Jeph could feel Frankie’s face getting hot near his; Frankie still got nervous around Jeph as he was still unsure if his dream of dating him had come true.
He had been a fan of the Used long before My Chemical Romance even became a band. He held Jeph up so high on a pedestal, he nearly crapped himself when Jeph first kissed him a year ago on their first tour together. When they decided to make it official, Frank was beside himself and still questioned himself why Jeph would want someone like him. He didn’t think he was anything special, what did Jeph see in him? But Jeph did see something when he went with Bert to see this “totally kick ass band” at a local show two years ago. He saw this gorgeous boy with short brown hair and a scorpion tattoo on his neck, playing his heart out on the small stage floor for this unknown band. One thing was for sure, this band blew Jeph away. He had kept his hood up to keep from getting recognized at the small game hall venue. But after My Chemical Romance finished playing, he had to talk to the guitar player. So he went up to him and said hi. Frankie was busy putting their equipment away and didn’t look up when he replied with a soft hello. When the mystery person didn’t say anything else, Frankie looked up and saw the epitome of sex. Jeph still had his hood up, his lip piercings glimmered under the dull lighting, his dark hair swept across his face, the outstanding tattoo on his neck brightly shining its colors. Frankie’s mouth dropped, not because of WHO it was but because of how hot that certain “who” was.
“I’m Jeph,” he said with a certain confidence.
“I’m…..Frank,” Frank mumbled and slid his sweaty hand into Jeph’s dry, smooth, warm, perfect one. They couldn’t look away from each other. It was almost love at first sight. They continued to gaze at each other until Frankie realized the next band was trying to start their set so he broke eye contact and snapped back to reality. They were still holding hands. Jeph let go and reached down to help Frankie with the wires he was trying to gather together.
“Here, let me help you with that, Frank,” the way his name rolled off Jeph’s tongue was almost the hottest sounding thing he had ever heard. He felt a familiar yet new sensation in his groin area and quickly bent down to unplug he thought went to the amp. Instead, it unplugged one of the other band’s amps. The music stopped completely and the weak crowd moaned. Frankie turned beet red and looked down at the plug he was holding and quickly plugged it back in, making an excessive amount of feedback. The lead singer of the band that was playing looked at him like he wanted to kill him for ruining their set. Jeph noticed and quickly finished bundling the rest of the wires together and lead Frankie out of the game hall.
“Oh God, I do stuff like that all the time, no wonder people hate me. I need to get out of this town; I need to meet new people, the only people that like me here are the guys in the band. My own parents don’t even want me living at home anymore. My girlfriend just dumped me and I hate everything” Frankie ranted while taking the wires Jeph was holding and threw them into the band’s trailer. Jeph just smiled at Frank’s small tantrum. He crossed his arms across his chest, his too small black hoodie stretched over his broad shoulders, making Frankie stop what he was doing and remember who he was talking to. He blushed and looked down. It was officially an awkward silence. Frank waited for Jeph to say something. He didn’t.
“So, umm… what are you doing here?” Frank gave in. Jeph looked at Frankie’s face. He smiled again and shrugged.
“Bert dragged me to this show to check out this ‘amazing’ band. I don’t even know how he heard about My Chemical Romance but he was right about the amazing part. I have a feeling you guys are going to be huge one day,”
Frank looked down and turned bright red from the compliment. He shuffled his feet on the ground, playing with a pebble. He couldn’t think of anything to say. He never felt comfortable with receiving praise.
“Thanks,” he mumbled under his breath. The muffled sound of the band coming from the building that was more than 100 feet from them was louder than his response. All of a sudden, Bert came running out of the building.
“HEY JEPH, we have to go, Quinn just called; the bus driver freaked out and is insisting that we leave now for Massachusetts…oh, who’s your friend?” Bert quieted down a great deal when he saw Jeph was talking to someone.
“Bert, this is Frank, he’s from the band you came here to see, idiot,” Jeph said calmly.
“Band!?! I came to score some shit, dude…haha just kidding...kind of. Hey, your set was pretty sick man, maybe we’ll take you on the road with us one day. But hey, we really have to, okay Jeph?”
“Yeah, yeah give me a minute, I’ll be there in a second,” Jeph said, not looking at Bert, but looking into Frankie’s eyes the whole time. Bert shrugged and head off in the direction of their van. Jeph took a step towards Frankie and reached down to take hold of his hand. It was still clammy. He reached into his pocket and magically pulled a pen out of it. He leaned in close to Frankie’s body to see what he was writing. He was so close that Frank could smell his shampoo. Jeph wrote down his cell number and right at the end of the row of digits, he put a little heart. Frank turned his hand so he could read it and looked up at Jeph’s face. He smiled shyly and blushed again.
“Call me, I’m going to talk to our manager and see if we can get you to play a few opening slots. And maybe we can go out for dinner sometime…” Jeph said slyly.
“Oh, no kidding? That would be fucking great. And, uh, thanks for helping with the equipment and stuff,” he faded out. Jeph looked down and took Frankie’s hand again. He stepped forward, closer to him and pulled his hand up to his mouth. His soft lips touched the round knuckles and kissed them.
“It was my pleasure,” Jeph almost whispered into Frank’s ear. And with that, he dropped Frank’s hand and started walking away, into the dark parking lot, to catch up with Bert.
“Frankie…what the Hell, man? You like totally dozed off or something,” Jeph was poking him in the ribs, talking not so quietly in his ear. Frankie came out of his day dream and saw that Jeph had pulled them over to the couch and sat them down. Jeph was horny and wanted to fuck. He had been kissing on Frankie’s neck until he realized that Frank was not responding at all. That’s when he realized he was off in la-la land.
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby, I was just thinking about the day we first met,” he kissed Jeph and sat back into his arms. They sat together, Frankie’s head resting on Jeph’s chest, their hands, entangled. Jeph’s heartbeat was loud and clear in Frankie’s ear and he smiled.
“You know,” Jeph said, “that was the best day of my life; the day I met you, love,”