Untitled [1/?]
Title: Untitled [will be named at a later date]
Author:
silencing_sam
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: So I had this smart arse disclaimer which could rival the “Do not iron while wearing” one on clothes, but I forgot it =/
Summary: Frank’s peeing wakes up Bob.
POV: Third
Dedications: For
ira_luxuriabecause she may as well be my best friend.
Author’s Notes: First multi-chaptered fic in a long time.
Chapter One
It was dark on the tour bus and everyone was in their respective bunks bordering on the edge of sleep. Frank was peering up into the empty darkness that was above his bed and could hear the erratic breathing of his fellow band members turn to long, deep breaths that only happens when you fall asleep. Suddenly, he felt the urge to take a pee. Cursing himself and his bodily functions, he quietly shifted to the edge of his bunk and opened the curtain which closed him off from everyone else. He swung his legs out and tried to sit up without hitting his head like he did every morning. He slowly lowered himself to the ground but he couldn’t hold his bodyweight and he landed on his feet with a loud thump. He froze where he was and listened to the reactions. Ray snorted loudly, Mikey rolled over, Gerard mumbled something and Bob pulled back his curtain and threw his pillow in the direction of whoever had disturbed his sleep. Frank watched it sail past him as he waited for the tell tale sound of Bob's head hitting the mattress before he moved towards the tiny bathroom located towards the back of the bus. Once he was out of the sleeping area, he ran towards his destination, pulled open the door and jumped inside. He pushed aside his boxers, freed his penis and sighed deeply. God, he thought, why do you need to pee at the most random times?
He flushed the toilet, washed his hands and made his way back to his bunk slowly. As he approached his bunk, his foot snagged on something and he bent down to pick it up. His hands found the soft pillow Bob had launched at him and he debated internally as to whether or not to give it back. He decided it was the least he could do since he woke him up in the first place and tip toed over to Bob's bunk. He stuck his head inside and whispered, "Bob, your pillow."
Bob opened one eye and managed to glare at him, "What?" he asked angrily.
"You threw your pillow at me, I just thought you might like it back," Frank answered bringing his arm inside the bunk and holding the pillow out to Bob. Bob snatched it out his hand, put it under his head and rolled over. When he didn't hear Frank retreat he turned his head back to look at him and asked once again, "What now?"
Frank looked put out and answered that it was nothing, but Bob just looked at him like he was stupid and said, "Seriously, what's the matter?"
"Dude. Will you guys shut up and go to sleep already?!" It seemed Ray was not that bothered about Frank's troubles.
Bob looked awkward for a second, then rolled onto his back and shifted over towards the wall. "Climb in," he whispered.
"What?"
"Get in the bunk with me."
Patience was not one of Bob's virtues, especially at stupid o'clock in the morning, so Frank obeyed and climbed into the bigger mans bunk with a little trouble. Bob had obviously thrown the covers to the foot of the bunk in his continuous fight with the heat. Frank sympathized with him as he, too, was often overpowered by the lack of air conditioning during the night. He squirmed around a bit, until he was laid comfortably on his back, his hands resting entwined on his stomach. Bob closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
“So, what’s bothering you?” He whispered into the darkness.
“I don’t know,” Was the quiet reply.
“You don’t know? You wake me up at God knows what time in the bloody morning, to tell me you don’t know what’s bothering you?”
“…Sorry” Frank answered meekly.
“No, don’t be. I’m just tired, sorry for snapping at you,” Bob said warily, “So, if you don’t know what’s bothering you, do you know who it is?”
“Yeah. It’s about…” Frank trailed off, “Uh, about…Gerard”
Bob stayed silent, contemplating the answer he was a bit surprised to hear. He didn’t know who he thought it would be, but it certainly wasn’t Gerard.
“What exactly about him?”
“I told you. I. Don’t. Know!” Frank said impatiently.
“Hush, will you! Ray can be scary when he’s tired…” Bob whispered to lighten the mood. It worked as Frank giggled lightly and Bob couldn’t help but join in.
“Do you remember the time he woke up to Gerard jacking off, and he got up, pulled the curtain off Gerard’s bunk, grabbed him by his dick and dragged him outside?” Frank started laughing again.
“Yeah,” Bob agreed, “And then he locked him out for the rest of the night. Oh, God, I don’t think Gerard will ever forget that!”
“No…” Frank trailed off again.
They laid quietly together, both remembering the other times Ray got angry when he was woken up. Finally Bob broke the silence asking Frank if he’d worked it out yet.
“Worked out what?” He asked, confused.
“What you waking me up has to do with Gerard.”
“Oh. That.”
“So you do know!” Bob proclaimed loudly.
“Shh!” Frank raised one hand to cover Bob’s loud mouth, “Yeah, I think I’ve figured it out.”
Frank leant over and gave Bob a kiss on his cheek in thanks. He removed his hand and turned onto his side away from Bob. Closing his eyes, he sighed quietly and let the darkness lull him to sleep. Bob contemplated shaking him, he wasn’t prepared to let Frank wake him up and not tell him what had been on his mind. But as he looked at the sleeping form he decided that it could wait for morning. He shuffled up so his chest was pressed close to Frank’s back and wrapped his arm protectively around his waist, pulling him even closer.
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