I would love something based on these photos. They are so very 'a day in the life of MCR on tour'. The place they are staying looks pretty swish. I love that Ray has salad. I love all their hair. I like to think Gerard has just got a new camera, and then Mikey or Ray steal it to sneakily shoot the last photo. But, where ever you wanna take it (FRANK/GERARD!) is cool. :D
I love that in that first one you can see the seats that Gee and Frank are lounging on in the last shot. And I wanna know what Ray is working on. A song? Tax return? Writing a fan letter to Iron Maiden?
Gerard spends the entire day taking pictures. It's their first time in a real hotel, a place with a pool and a bar, and not just a shitty motel next to a truck stop. He wants to document every moment of their day off as real fucking rock stars.
Mikey tells him to stop five times during breakfast alone. It's really more like lunch; Ray's been up for several hours, going over their schedule and set lists, and Frank's even been awake and out of bed for a while too. Gerard just yawns and snaps a photo of Mikey squinting in the bright sun, to annoy him. It makes Frank laugh, and that makes Gerard smile.
He takes one of Frank next, but Frank is too quick for him and he holds his middle finger up in front of his face. Gerard rolls his eyes, calls him an annoying motherfucker, and puts away the camera.
While Gerard's searching for his hoodie in their room, Mikey says, "So, are you gonna make a move or what?"
Gerard straightens up and twists his fists in the thick material. "What?"
"You're completely fucking obvious. We have a hotel. I'll share with Ray tonight."
Gerard almost drops the hoodie. He grabs Mikey's arm as Mikey moves past him to the door. "Mikey, don't tell him, please. I'm sorry I kept taking pictures of you. Please, I'm begging you, don't tell him. I'll look like an idiot."
"I don't care about the stupid camera," Mikey replies. "Just ask him, Gee. He likes you back, y'know."
Most of Gerard pictures from dinner are of Frank. Laughing at Ray's stupid jokes, smoking a cigarette, drinking a beer with his head tilted back, opening his mouth for a bite of food, scrubbing his hand through his orange-red hair and messing up the carefully styled fauxhawk. Mikey gives him a pointed look, which Gerard ignores. He snaps another picture of Frank reaching across the table because he loves the way Frank's shirt stretches across his chest.
Frank asks Gerard to join him for an after-dinner cigarette out by the pool and Gerard agrees immediately. They sit in those puffy lounge chairs right next to each other, and Frank looks up at the clear, dark sky. Gerard lights him a cigarette and Frank murmurs his thanks.
"Can you believe it?" Frank asks softly.
Gerard shakes his head. He can't really believe it. He can't believe they're out of his basement, out of New Jersey, out on tour. "It's pretty amazing," he replies.
"Yeah," Frank agrees. He passes Gerard the cigarette, because Gerard hadn't lit up another one, and Gerard looks over at him as he takes a drag. Frank's watching him, too. He passes it back.
They're interrupted by a bright, blinding camera flash. Frank looks back over his shoulder and Gerard seems Mikey there with his camera. He must have left it at the dinner table. Mikey takes another picture, catches Frank's surprised, annoyed expression.
Gerard wants to tell Mikey to fuck off, but Frank is Mikey's friend too, and that might look a little like he's trying to be alone with Frank. Which he is, but Frank can't know that.
Frank beats him to it, anyway. He flips off the camera again and says, "Mikey, what the fuck? Get the fuck out!"
"I just wanted to tell you that me and Ray are watching a movie in his room, so. You should stay with Gerard."
Mikey puts Gerard's camera on the lounge chair's little side table and waves at them over his shoulder as he heads to Ray and Frank's room. Frank doesn't turn back over to look at Gerard, even though Gerard's staring at him.
He thinks he might be able to get away with nudging Frank over and stretching out next to him on the same chair. He starts to think that Frank might even want that. Gerard sits up and takes Frank's cigarette. Frank finally looks up at him. His eyes don't leave Gerard's mouth as Gerard takes a drag and stubs it out on the ground between them.
Gerard gets to his feet, looming over Frank, and Frank just watches him, a bit nervously. Gerard sees his fingers twitch, and he almost feels bad for taking away the cigarette, because Frank looks like he needs something to do with his hands. Gerard bites his lip and climbs onto the chair, throwing one leg over Frank's thighs to straddle him. Frank stares up at him.
"Mikey was serious, right?" Frank asks quietly.
"Yeah," Gerard whispers. "He told me earlier." Gerard leans down and feels Frank's chest rise as he takes a breath.
"You gonna kiss me, then?"
"You want me to?" Gerard asks, because he has to be sure.
"Fuck you, Gerard Way," Frank says.
He wraps his arms around Gerard's neck and pulls him down for a kiss. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and Gerard can smell his hair gel. Gerard holds himself up on his elbows, and bends his wrist to brush his fingers over the stiff wave of Frank's hair, feeling the gel crinkle a little under the pressure. Frank shifts beneath him and hooks his ankle over Gerard's calf.
"Hey, Gee," he says, a little breathlessly, when they break apart for air. "Why don't you show me your room."
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Mikey tells him to stop five times during breakfast alone. It's really more like lunch; Ray's been up for several hours, going over their schedule and set lists, and Frank's even been awake and out of bed for a while too. Gerard just yawns and snaps a photo of Mikey squinting in the bright sun, to annoy him. It makes Frank laugh, and that makes Gerard smile.
He takes one of Frank next, but Frank is too quick for him and he holds his middle finger up in front of his face. Gerard rolls his eyes, calls him an annoying motherfucker, and puts away the camera.
While Gerard's searching for his hoodie in their room, Mikey says, "So, are you gonna make a move or what?"
Gerard straightens up and twists his fists in the thick material. "What?"
"You're completely fucking obvious. We have a hotel. I'll share with Ray tonight."
Gerard almost drops the hoodie. He grabs Mikey's arm as Mikey moves past him to the door. "Mikey, don't tell him, please. I'm sorry I kept taking pictures of you. Please, I'm begging you, don't tell him. I'll look like an idiot."
"I don't care about the stupid camera," Mikey replies. "Just ask him, Gee. He likes you back, y'know."
Most of Gerard pictures from dinner are of Frank. Laughing at Ray's stupid jokes, smoking a cigarette, drinking a beer with his head tilted back, opening his mouth for a bite of food, scrubbing his hand through his orange-red hair and messing up the carefully styled fauxhawk. Mikey gives him a pointed look, which Gerard ignores. He snaps another picture of Frank reaching across the table because he loves the way Frank's shirt stretches across his chest.
Frank asks Gerard to join him for an after-dinner cigarette out by the pool and Gerard agrees immediately. They sit in those puffy lounge chairs right next to each other, and Frank looks up at the clear, dark sky. Gerard lights him a cigarette and Frank murmurs his thanks.
"Can you believe it?" Frank asks softly.
Gerard shakes his head. He can't really believe it. He can't believe they're out of his basement, out of New Jersey, out on tour. "It's pretty amazing," he replies.
"Yeah," Frank agrees. He passes Gerard the cigarette, because Gerard hadn't lit up another one, and Gerard looks over at him as he takes a drag. Frank's watching him, too. He passes it back.
They're interrupted by a bright, blinding camera flash. Frank looks back over his shoulder and Gerard seems Mikey there with his camera. He must have left it at the dinner table. Mikey takes another picture, catches Frank's surprised, annoyed expression.
Gerard wants to tell Mikey to fuck off, but Frank is Mikey's friend too, and that might look a little like he's trying to be alone with Frank. Which he is, but Frank can't know that.
Frank beats him to it, anyway. He flips off the camera again and says, "Mikey, what the fuck? Get the fuck out!"
"I just wanted to tell you that me and Ray are watching a movie in his room, so. You should stay with Gerard."
"Mikey!" Frank whines.
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He thinks he might be able to get away with nudging Frank over and stretching out next to him on the same chair. He starts to think that Frank might even want that. Gerard sits up and takes Frank's cigarette. Frank finally looks up at him. His eyes don't leave Gerard's mouth as Gerard takes a drag and stubs it out on the ground between them.
Gerard gets to his feet, looming over Frank, and Frank just watches him, a bit nervously. Gerard sees his fingers twitch, and he almost feels bad for taking away the cigarette, because Frank looks like he needs something to do with his hands. Gerard bites his lip and climbs onto the chair, throwing one leg over Frank's thighs to straddle him. Frank stares up at him.
"Mikey was serious, right?" Frank asks quietly.
"Yeah," Gerard whispers. "He told me earlier." Gerard leans down and feels Frank's chest rise as he takes a breath.
"You gonna kiss me, then?"
"You want me to?" Gerard asks, because he has to be sure.
"Fuck you, Gerard Way," Frank says.
He wraps his arms around Gerard's neck and pulls him down for a kiss. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and Gerard can smell his hair gel. Gerard holds himself up on his elbows, and bends his wrist to brush his fingers over the stiff wave of Frank's hair, feeling the gel crinkle a little under the pressure. Frank shifts beneath him and hooks his ankle over Gerard's calf.
"Hey, Gee," he says, a little breathlessly, when they break apart for air. "Why don't you show me your room."
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