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Title: Never That Close
Author: goodbyesteven
Rating: PG for this chapter
Pairing: Frank/Jeph
Disclaimer: Not mine/Am not
Notes: Blahhhh...I'm baaaaaack.
Frank and I were never really that close. I mean, yeah, we’d hang out when there was a bunch of us on the bus together. But we never made it a point to be by each others’ side all the time like Bert and Gerard did. I never thought I was gay either. I mean, we all had had drunken kisses and games of spin the bottle and truth or dare, but it never meant anything. Except for Bert and Gerard of course. They were going to be together forever. But with me and Frank, we never even hung out that much at all.
That is…until that one night there was a huge blizzard and we were all stuck together and everyone got drunk and passed out way too early in the evening except Frank and me.
We weren’t allowed to drive to the next city because the state had put out a state of emergency warning because there was so much fucking snow. I had never seen it snow that much that fast. There was supposed to be a total of 5 feet when it was done snowing. We had to pull over to the side of the highway and wait till morning when it was supposed to stop, which was really bad because we had to get to New York by tomorrow afternoon anyway. It didn’t look like we’d make it.
This particular evening, the guys from my band were hanging out on the My Chemical Romance bus. We were all hanging out, drinking while on our way to New York. Gerard and Bert were cuddling on the couch. The rest of us were sitting around at the table, playing cards. We had all gone through a few beers each. Everyone was a little tipsy and we were very loud; yelling at each other when someone had a better hand of cards than the next person.
I felt like something was going to happen between us the first time I caught his eyes from across the table. He was sitting directly across from me and he had accidentally kicked my shin underneath. It didn’t hurt, just enough for me to feel his shoeless foot against my leg. My eyes snapped up to meet his and he didn’t smile.
“Sorry” I saw his lips move, but no sound came from him. I probably just couldn’t hear it because all the other guys were being so loud. I blushed and smiled, looking down at my cards quickly.
We were playing poker. I’ve never played poker before in my entire life. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. It’s a really good thing we weren’t play the strip version, I’d be completely butt ass naked by now. I cracked open another beer and took a long sip from the cool glass bottle. I picked two cards at random and handed them to Branden, who was the dealer of this hand. He slid two different cards back to me and I looked at them, frowning because I didn’t know if they helped my hand or not. I put my cards face down on the table.
“I’m out,” I said, taking my beer in my hand and drinking from it. I leaned back against the soft fabric on the backing of the make shift couch, my eyes moved slowly to Bert and Gerard laying back on the couch together, making out like drunken teenagers. I smiled to myself, shaking my head slowly. My head was warm.
I slid my eyes back over to Frank who was concentrating on the five cards in his hand. He looked confused, although determined to find the correct combination of cards to win. When it was time for everyone to reveal their hands, he turns his pile over to show a proud full house. I guess he won, because he looked up at me and smiled widely. I smiled back, clapping my hands a few times to celebrate his much deserved victory. It was his turn to blush and look down, pulling the twenty-something pennies into his diminishing pile of betting money.
I flicked my tongue over my lips, my eyes still on his face. There was something different about him in the poor light of the bus and with the small buzzing in my ears from the alcohol. I never really noticed how full his lips were…or how outstanding he applied his eye makeup. I was even going to lie to myself. Frank was fucking gorgeous and tonight…I wanted him.
I took another long swig of my beer, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. A few times he looked up to see me staring at him. I was drunk; it was okay for me to make it seem obvious that I wanted to fuck him. I tried smiling every time he caught me watching his face. Finally, I got up the nerve to slide my foot across under the table and find his. I wasn’t wearing socks and he was. I rubbed the top of my foot with my toes lightly. He didn’t move or look up but I knew he felt it. So I kept going.
I leaned back to balance myself in my seat, lifting my leg slightly to push it up underneath the cuff of his jeans, rubbing my barefoot up his shin. His eyes remained focused on the new cards Branden had dealt him. I didn’t even notice the ones sitting in front of me. I picked them up but didn’t look at them. I moved my foot even further up Frank’s leg, moving it over to the side of his calf to make it easier for my foot to slide underneath the cloth of his pants. He started chewing on his lip. God, I wish I could chew on it.
I kept my eyes locked on his, but he wasn’t giving in and looking back at me. I was almost getting frustrated because he wouldn’t return my stare. I wanted some sort of sign that he was at least…enjoying this. Maybe he wasn’t. I pulled my foot out of the leg of his pants, resting it back on the top of his foot. He finally raised his eyes to meet mine and gave me a look that seemed to say “please don’t stop”. I smiled and returned my foot up his pant leg, rubbing my toes over his shin. His eyes remained on mine until Quinn, who was sitting next to him, nudged his shoulder into him, snapping him out of the staring contest he and I were apparently having.
“Frank, you playing this round?” Quinn asked. Frank shook his head once, still looking at me. He pushed his pile of pennies towards Quinn’s smaller pile.
“No, I need to go have a cigarette. Excuse me.” He raised an eyebrow slightly in my direction. He slid out of the booth and walked around me towards the exit to the bus. I could have sworn I felt his fingertips lightly slide along my shoulder blades when he walked behind me. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he put on his parka and stepped into a random pair of shoes lying by the door. He also grabbed a carton of smokes, shoving them into his pocket. He turned and looked at me for an instant before reaching for the door and leaving the bus in a swirl of wind and snow.
I cleared my throat, rubbing my hand over my unshaven chin. I bit my lip and put my cards face down on the table. Everyone else was too involved with the game to even notice that I was standing up and grabbing Quinn’s jacket, as I had left mine on our bus. I slipped Bert’s Vans onto my feet and snuck quietly down the two steps that lead to the heavy door, pushing it open. Slamming it shut, I turned and squinted, trying to see through the heavily falling snow where Frank had gone. Against the white snow, I saw a dark figure standing a few feet in front of me. His back was turned to me and he had put the hood over his head to avoid getting snow in his pretty hair.
“Frank…” I said quietly. I’m not sure he heard me because the wind was whistling so loudly. I stepped forward, reaching out and placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned around quickly, a cigarette dangling from his gorgeous mouth. His eyes met mine once again and he smiled. He inhaled against the cigarette deeply before reaching up to swipe it from in between his lips.
“Hey Jeph,” he said, smiling wider. He held out the box of cigarettes to me, offering me one, even though he knew I didn’t smoke. I shook my head.
“No thanks.” He nodded and pushed the box back into his pocket, along with the lighter he held. He brought the cigarette back to his mouth and sucked harshly on the end of it. I watched as his lips wrapped gracefully around it and he closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying it. He pulled it away from his mouth and exhaled, the grey smoke billowing from his lips and nose. I loved it when smokers exhaled through their nose…it reminds me of a bull. I bet Frank was like a bull in bed. God, I wanted to find out. I stepped even closer.
“It’s cold out, huh? Doesn’t look like we’re going to make it to New York by tomorrow,” he said.
“Shut up,” I whispered, grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him forward to smash my lips against his. He immediately responded by parting his mouth and sliding his tongue along my bottom lip. His hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette reached up and wrapped around my shoulder. His mouth tasted like smoke and beer. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it with my own. He slid his in slow circles around mine. I felt him throw his cig into the snow and reach up with his other arm around my neck, pulling me closer. I let out a small grunt into his mouth when his hips pressed against mine when he moved my body closer to his.
I had never made out in the snow before. I could immediately understand why people liked doing it so much.
EWWWWW.
Author: goodbyesteven
Rating: PG for this chapter
Pairing: Frank/Jeph
Disclaimer: Not mine/Am not
Notes: Blahhhh...I'm baaaaaack.
Frank and I were never really that close. I mean, yeah, we’d hang out when there was a bunch of us on the bus together. But we never made it a point to be by each others’ side all the time like Bert and Gerard did. I never thought I was gay either. I mean, we all had had drunken kisses and games of spin the bottle and truth or dare, but it never meant anything. Except for Bert and Gerard of course. They were going to be together forever. But with me and Frank, we never even hung out that much at all.
That is…until that one night there was a huge blizzard and we were all stuck together and everyone got drunk and passed out way too early in the evening except Frank and me.
We weren’t allowed to drive to the next city because the state had put out a state of emergency warning because there was so much fucking snow. I had never seen it snow that much that fast. There was supposed to be a total of 5 feet when it was done snowing. We had to pull over to the side of the highway and wait till morning when it was supposed to stop, which was really bad because we had to get to New York by tomorrow afternoon anyway. It didn’t look like we’d make it.
This particular evening, the guys from my band were hanging out on the My Chemical Romance bus. We were all hanging out, drinking while on our way to New York. Gerard and Bert were cuddling on the couch. The rest of us were sitting around at the table, playing cards. We had all gone through a few beers each. Everyone was a little tipsy and we were very loud; yelling at each other when someone had a better hand of cards than the next person.
I felt like something was going to happen between us the first time I caught his eyes from across the table. He was sitting directly across from me and he had accidentally kicked my shin underneath. It didn’t hurt, just enough for me to feel his shoeless foot against my leg. My eyes snapped up to meet his and he didn’t smile.
“Sorry” I saw his lips move, but no sound came from him. I probably just couldn’t hear it because all the other guys were being so loud. I blushed and smiled, looking down at my cards quickly.
We were playing poker. I’ve never played poker before in my entire life. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. It’s a really good thing we weren’t play the strip version, I’d be completely butt ass naked by now. I cracked open another beer and took a long sip from the cool glass bottle. I picked two cards at random and handed them to Branden, who was the dealer of this hand. He slid two different cards back to me and I looked at them, frowning because I didn’t know if they helped my hand or not. I put my cards face down on the table.
“I’m out,” I said, taking my beer in my hand and drinking from it. I leaned back against the soft fabric on the backing of the make shift couch, my eyes moved slowly to Bert and Gerard laying back on the couch together, making out like drunken teenagers. I smiled to myself, shaking my head slowly. My head was warm.
I slid my eyes back over to Frank who was concentrating on the five cards in his hand. He looked confused, although determined to find the correct combination of cards to win. When it was time for everyone to reveal their hands, he turns his pile over to show a proud full house. I guess he won, because he looked up at me and smiled widely. I smiled back, clapping my hands a few times to celebrate his much deserved victory. It was his turn to blush and look down, pulling the twenty-something pennies into his diminishing pile of betting money.
I flicked my tongue over my lips, my eyes still on his face. There was something different about him in the poor light of the bus and with the small buzzing in my ears from the alcohol. I never really noticed how full his lips were…or how outstanding he applied his eye makeup. I was even going to lie to myself. Frank was fucking gorgeous and tonight…I wanted him.
I took another long swig of my beer, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. A few times he looked up to see me staring at him. I was drunk; it was okay for me to make it seem obvious that I wanted to fuck him. I tried smiling every time he caught me watching his face. Finally, I got up the nerve to slide my foot across under the table and find his. I wasn’t wearing socks and he was. I rubbed the top of my foot with my toes lightly. He didn’t move or look up but I knew he felt it. So I kept going.
I leaned back to balance myself in my seat, lifting my leg slightly to push it up underneath the cuff of his jeans, rubbing my barefoot up his shin. His eyes remained focused on the new cards Branden had dealt him. I didn’t even notice the ones sitting in front of me. I picked them up but didn’t look at them. I moved my foot even further up Frank’s leg, moving it over to the side of his calf to make it easier for my foot to slide underneath the cloth of his pants. He started chewing on his lip. God, I wish I could chew on it.
I kept my eyes locked on his, but he wasn’t giving in and looking back at me. I was almost getting frustrated because he wouldn’t return my stare. I wanted some sort of sign that he was at least…enjoying this. Maybe he wasn’t. I pulled my foot out of the leg of his pants, resting it back on the top of his foot. He finally raised his eyes to meet mine and gave me a look that seemed to say “please don’t stop”. I smiled and returned my foot up his pant leg, rubbing my toes over his shin. His eyes remained on mine until Quinn, who was sitting next to him, nudged his shoulder into him, snapping him out of the staring contest he and I were apparently having.
“Frank, you playing this round?” Quinn asked. Frank shook his head once, still looking at me. He pushed his pile of pennies towards Quinn’s smaller pile.
“No, I need to go have a cigarette. Excuse me.” He raised an eyebrow slightly in my direction. He slid out of the booth and walked around me towards the exit to the bus. I could have sworn I felt his fingertips lightly slide along my shoulder blades when he walked behind me. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he put on his parka and stepped into a random pair of shoes lying by the door. He also grabbed a carton of smokes, shoving them into his pocket. He turned and looked at me for an instant before reaching for the door and leaving the bus in a swirl of wind and snow.
I cleared my throat, rubbing my hand over my unshaven chin. I bit my lip and put my cards face down on the table. Everyone else was too involved with the game to even notice that I was standing up and grabbing Quinn’s jacket, as I had left mine on our bus. I slipped Bert’s Vans onto my feet and snuck quietly down the two steps that lead to the heavy door, pushing it open. Slamming it shut, I turned and squinted, trying to see through the heavily falling snow where Frank had gone. Against the white snow, I saw a dark figure standing a few feet in front of me. His back was turned to me and he had put the hood over his head to avoid getting snow in his pretty hair.
“Frank…” I said quietly. I’m not sure he heard me because the wind was whistling so loudly. I stepped forward, reaching out and placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned around quickly, a cigarette dangling from his gorgeous mouth. His eyes met mine once again and he smiled. He inhaled against the cigarette deeply before reaching up to swipe it from in between his lips.
“Hey Jeph,” he said, smiling wider. He held out the box of cigarettes to me, offering me one, even though he knew I didn’t smoke. I shook my head.
“No thanks.” He nodded and pushed the box back into his pocket, along with the lighter he held. He brought the cigarette back to his mouth and sucked harshly on the end of it. I watched as his lips wrapped gracefully around it and he closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying it. He pulled it away from his mouth and exhaled, the grey smoke billowing from his lips and nose. I loved it when smokers exhaled through their nose…it reminds me of a bull. I bet Frank was like a bull in bed. God, I wanted to find out. I stepped even closer.
“It’s cold out, huh? Doesn’t look like we’re going to make it to New York by tomorrow,” he said.
“Shut up,” I whispered, grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him forward to smash my lips against his. He immediately responded by parting his mouth and sliding his tongue along my bottom lip. His hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette reached up and wrapped around my shoulder. His mouth tasted like smoke and beer. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it with my own. He slid his in slow circles around mine. I felt him throw his cig into the snow and reach up with his other arm around my neck, pulling me closer. I let out a small grunt into his mouth when his hips pressed against mine when he moved my body closer to his.
I had never made out in the snow before. I could immediately understand why people liked doing it so much.
EWWWWW.