The Boys In the Bands Ch. 2
Title: The Boys In The Bands - Ch. 2
Author: thefirstkilljoy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard Gerard/Himself Frank/Quinn, mentions of Frank with others. Bert/Gerard
Rating:NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Can love make it through confusion?
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to anything MCR or The Used. If I owned Frank Iero or Gerard Way this would be video. :P
Warnings: Sex, Language, and some slightly violent sex.
(WARNING: Sexual play, language, and boy on boy hotness is involved.)
The next night Gerard found himself alone again, Frank had gone back to the hotel room since he didn't feel good. He had been coming down with something and knew he needed rest. Gerard didn't blame Frank but still hated being alone. So as he sat at the bar being ignored, he drank away his loneliness. After a few shots he saw Bert walking over and looked straight, he tried to calm his mind. Bert sat in the stool beside him and leaned over his voice loud and harsh but just making it over the beat of the music, "Crazy night?" He nodded to the bartender to get him a drink.
Gerard's voice came out slightly drunken but not so bad, "Nah I've just been sitting here." He motioned to the piece of bar that was in front of him, peanuts strewn across the counter top and a napkin that was damp from the many places Gerard had set his drink on it. He took a sip of his liquor and glanced at Bert who swigged his JD.
"I wanna talk to you," he screamed again. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and held them up, "Let's go smoke, this fucking bar won't allow it in here." Gerard nodded, a cigarette sounded good, plus the cold air would help him sober up a little. They both went outside slightly stumbling. Gerard found himself thinking it was amazing how the simplicity of shutting a door made the music so much quieter. They could only hear the beat as if someone was playing the drums far down underground. Gerard fished around in his pocket for his lighter, his cigarette limply hanging from his lips. Bert flicked his lighter for Gerard who jumped at the sudden noise and light so close to his face, causing it to go out. Bert laughed, "Here dude." He lit it again and Gerard cupped his hand around the flame, he squinted his eyes as he did to block the smoke from getting in. He thank Bert and blew out the smoke into the cold air. Bert tapped the top of his cigarette with his pointer finger, "Hey man can I talk to you about something?"
Gerard nodded, his body slightly moving to the beat inside, but in his drunken state and without much dancing talent to begin with he looked like a flailing fish slightly. His body straightening and then dropping as he arched his back, back. "Sure man," he stopped moving and leaned against the wall.
Bert wasn't quite sure how to start what he wanted to bring up. He pause for a moment and looked at Gerard who was looking at him intently while he took a drag off his cigarette. "The other night, well the show when we performed under pressure…two nights ago," there was a slight hint of a question in Bert's voice so Gerard nodded his head even though Bert didn't pause. "Well…I feel rather crummy about this but uh…I think you thought everyone was out of the room backstage after the show when you…y'know…but I was…,"he paused slightly looking at the ground and decided he had to finished. He blurted it out, "I was in the bathroom and I heard you moaning my name." He still slightly looked down but glanced up to see Gerard's face which was red with embarrassment. Bert was waiting for him to say something but Gerard just turned and started walking down the sidewalk at a fast pace. Bert followed, "Gerard man where are you going? It's not a big deal."
Gerard walked a little faster as he heard Bert following him. He blinked away the slight bit of fluid in his eyes as the cold wind stung them, "Go away." He was embarrassed and wanted to die. Find a hole and just bury himself in it.
"No Gerard," Bert followed as he rounded a corner, "Talk to me…Does it matter? Why did you moan my name," Bert felt retarded and weird asking but he had to know. He needed his mind to be at ease.
Gerard turned and Bert nearly ran into him. His face was red and his eyes were slightly watery, Bert could tell it was partly from the wind and partly from Gerard crying. But he judged by the look on Gerard's face they were angry tears. Gerard's voice boomed and Bert flinched, "Dammit Bert! Don't you see me!? I throw myself at you! I like you! I turn into a giggly moron every time you're around! I smile more, I'm not depressed. Christ you get me excited with the slightest touch! Don't even tell me you didn't notice the other night! I love you for fuck sakes!" Gerard fell quiet and gently panted as he finished his loud rant. He now just looked down and forced back his tears…
Bert pushed him into an alley and Gerard was waiting to get his ass kicked for yelling at Bert in such a way. But in the darkness he felt Bert's lips press against his in a passionate, heated kiss. He thought for a moment he was imagining it but then he realized he wasn't. He kissed back, just as deeply. Bert pulled away and panted against his lips, "I love you too Gee." Gerard pulled Bert back by his neck and they continued their heated kissing in the dark. Bert pulled away and panted again after a while, their groping and touches had gotten harsher and more intense. Nails had dug into hips and tugged at pants. He looked up at Gerard, "I've done this before… I can take it. Right here if you want me."
Gerard repressed a quiet, weak moan at Bert's wording. He panted, "I want to take you back to my room but Frank's there sleeping." Bert looked up at him and Gerard gently pecked his lips, letting Bert know that to him, this was more intimate. He wanted their first time to mean something…if there was no other way he would take Bert here but he wanted more time then a quickie in an alley.
"My rooms empty, just me," Bert said quietly to Gerard as his fingers snuck up into the others long black hair. Gerard nodded, signaling that it would work. Bert laced their fingers and they quickly made their way to the hotel and up to their floor. As the elevator door made the signal it was at their floor Bert hopped up onto Gerard, wrapping his legs around Gerard's waist. Gerard's hands gripped at Bert's ass and Bert hissed in pleasure. Gerard cautiously made his way down the hall. Eventually and after grazing a couple walls they made it to Bert's room. Bert pulled out the key from his pants, he leaned his back against the door and arched to fish it out, Gerard smiled at Bert's body wiggling. He dropped the key into Gerard's hand and ran his fingers through his own hair to push it back. Gerard opened the door and they entered the dark room, slightly lit up from the city lights. He placed Bert on the bed and Bert used his elbows and feet to push himself up by the pillows as Gerard crawled, their lips never breaking. Clothes started coming off, being flung across the room with no concern to where they might land. As they both came to only there boxers they pulled apart. Their chests rising and falling.
Gerard slowly slid his off while he propped himself above Bert. He bit his lip as Bert looked down. Gerard watched as the mans chest rose and fell repeatedly below him, he wanted to run his hand over this smooth chest again, in a less heated moment. His hand slowly did as he looked at Bert… He was nervous in some way he wouldn't come up to Bert's standards even though he had never gotten complaints, only compliments. But at this moments Bert's opinion was the only one that mattered. He kind of looked up at Gerard with a worried face as he bit his lip. "It's so big," he said up to Gerard.
Gerard was worried Bert would no longer want to. He now cursed his pulsing member for being to big, even though everyone had complimented him on his eight inches with it's thickness. His voice was shaky with pleasure, their bodies still so close, "Is that a bad thing?" Bert kind of looked down, but not at Gerard's member.
He looked back up, "Don't be disappointed with me."
Gerard weakly smiled and brushed a piece of Bert's hair from his face, "I could never be." He pushed himself back on his on legs and his hands went to the waistband of Bert boxers. Bert closed his eyes as Gerard pulled down his boxers. The last pieces of fabric keeping them both from being completely naked. Bert's three and a half inch member was released and now, laying naked in the bed with Gerard, Bert wanted to die. He had had sex with people and never cared because they didn't mean anything…but to him, this did. His eyes were still closed and as he felt tears leak out the corner of his eyes, he slowly opened them and saw Gerard just gently start planting kisses around his member. Bert gently gasped and felt a warm welling in his chest. Gerard looked up and met his gaze, "You're perfect Bert." Bert's hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him up into another kiss. The kiss was deep and sweet, Gerard's thumbs gently wiping away the tears on Bert's cheeks. When Bert broke the kiss his eyes were looking deeply into Gerard's.
"I love you," he whispered to Gerard. Gerard's thumb gently brushed over Bert's cheek again. Bert couldn't see how they both had held this in for so long.
"I love you too," Gerard said back. His kisses gently began to trail Bert's jaw and chest. Bert tensed as Gerard's lips ran down his happy trail. He gripped the headboard in anticipation as he felt Gerard's mouth near his member. His lips were leaving gentle kisses on the smaller man's tip. Bert gently arched his upper back to stop himself from arching his lower. Then as Gerard started sucking the tip in his mouth Bert had to arch his lower back. Gerard didn't make Bert feel like he had a small member like everyone else. When they would just cram the entire thing in their mouths and suck. Showing him that they could, but to Bert, showing him he was small enough. Gerard gently worked the member into his mouth and began bobbing his head, like no one ever did. They would always just leave it in and suck…figuring this was easier for them…not needing to stop since it wasn't very big. But Gerard would break away and breath, his breath coming in hot burst on Bert member as his hand ran up and down it. Gripping it in a way his hand didn't automatically enfold the whole dick like it so easily could. Bert appreciated Gerard's actions and showed him by pulling him into another kiss. Bert rolled them and began his own journey down Gerard's chest.
Gerard was driven insane by Bert's kisses and touch. He bit back moans threatening to come out at every kiss. As Bert neared his long member he worried for Bert…worried Bert would again feel intimidated…when Gerard really didn't care. He loved Bert, he didn't care what he had for a length or how it would alter their sex life in slight ways. Bert looked a little apprehensive but decided since Gerard had done so well to make him feel comfortable he would do the same for Gerard. Bert gently rubbed at Gerard's balls as he kissed the base of his member, nipping at Gerard's pulsing vein. Gerard huffed loudly and threw his head back into the pillows as Bert began kissing and sucking up to the tip. As he got to the tip he ran his thumb over it finding some pleasure in Gerard's pre-cum clinging to it slightly, he smeared it around. He looked up at Gerard as he slowly brought it into his mouth and began to suck. Gerard moaned and panted loudly as Bert slowly began to take in more and more of Gerard. Bert was frustrated with the fact that he could only fit above half of Gerard in his mouth but decided he would practice to take in more later. His hand pumped what part of Gerard's hard dick wouldn't fit and began to suck harder and bob his head faster. Gerard gripped at the headboard with his left hand and the other found it's way into Bert's hair. Bert liked that his movements were putting Gerard in such a pleasured place. He continued. It wasn't to long after that he heard Gerard say in a hoarse, weak voice, "Bert, baby. You've got to stop. I'm gonna cum." He groaned loudly as Bert's tongue ran over the slit of his tip. Gerard's chest began rising hard and fast. Bert didn't want to stop, he wanted to make Gerard cum. But as he heard Gerard whimper a weak, "Bert…please." Bert pulled away and kissed his way back up to Gerard, holding himself above him so there wouldn't be to much contact but their members brushed and they both moaned loudly. Bert had never been so self pleasured from giving someone else pleasure in his whole life. Gerard's moans and reactions had just driven him crazy. After a while of kissing when Gerard's panting had calmed his hand went down between them and he wrapped his long fingers around both of their members and gently stroked them together. Bert quietly whimpered into Gerard's neck and gently bit the skin between Gerard's shoulder and neck. After a little bit he quietly heard Gerard's voice whisper into his ear, "Do you want to go further?" Bert's body felt tired and weak from the play that had already occurred and he wasn't even finished. He nodded weakly against Gerard's shoulder.
Gerard rolled them, Bert beneath his warm body. They both realized they didn't have lube or condoms in the room. "I have to go to my room and get some," Gerard said sad he had to pull away but he felt Bert's hand wrap around his upper arm, just above his elbow. He looked at Bert's eyes.
"Don't leave me. We don't need it," Bert's face almost looked scared. Bert felt like Gerard was trying to avoid this…still paranoid about his body not being what Gerard needed and he knew Frank was sleeping in the other room. He had seen Frank the other night and knew that Frank could probably pleasure Gerard in ways Bert couldn't even begin to understand and he knew they had slept together a couple times. He looked down, worried Gerard could see through him…and he did.
He gently sat on the bed next to Bert and his hand ran up Bert's arm until it reached his neck. He gently gripped it, "I'll be right back babe. I promise you. I'm not going anywhere…I won't leave you." He kissed Bert's forehead and quickly tugged on his boxers.
"Hurry," Bert smiled and bit his bottom lip. Gerard smiled and nodded. Leaving the room quickly. Bert got up and went to the bathroom in a quick movement. He looked at himself in the mirror, he was a hot mess. He smiled at the marks Gerard had left on him and for this one time his eyes didn't instantly go to the part of his body he hated and when his gaze finally reached the point he could only be surprised at how aroused Gerard had got him. He went back to the bed and laid down just as Gerard entered.
Bert expectantly spread his legs slightly and tried to relax himself as Gerard began to prep him. The motions of Gerard's fingers felt good and Bert was soon working himself against Gerard's digits. Soon after Gerard slid on a condom and coated himself in lube as casually as he could and inched closer between Bert's legs. Bert's breath was coming out in nervous breathes, he'd never been with someone so well endowed. He gently bit his lip and as he felt Gerard's tip push at his entrance he jumped slightly. Gerard looked at him, a slight hint of concern. Bert propped himself up on his elbows, "Pl-please be gentle Gee."
Gerard leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Bert's lips, "I know. I promise." Bert smiled and laid back. He breathed out and relaxed, he gasped loudly as Gerard's tip started to enter, he tensed his body, but it was pleasure. Still Gerard slowly slid into Bert. They both breathed, panting gently. He left himself in and made sure Bert was well adjusted. When he was, he began to move his hips. Nothing compared to this. Bert pulled Gerard down to him and they gently kissed as Gerard found a pace that was sensual and they both enjoyed. Closer to their end, they could quietly hear the bed bump the wall and sounds of the bed squeaking. They were both in complete pleasure and moaning loudly. Gerard came and managed to get Bert off in two more thrusts. They both laid on the bed. Gerard held himself above Bert with shaky arms and panted, his forehead on Bert's chest. When they both had regained some strength and were breathing better Gerard slid out of Bert gently and laid beside him. He took off the condom and while Bert was still coming down tied it and tossed it into the garbage can beside the bed. He reached over to Bert and pulled him into him.
After a good twenty minutes they both were back to normal breathing. Bert's fingers traced circles on Gerard's chest. He smiled, "That was amazing." He nuzzled his forehead forward into Gerard's jaw. "Was it amazing for you," he looked up slightly at Gerard.
He smiled back at Bert and leaned down to plant a gentle kiss. "It was amazing for me," he assured Bert. He pulled Bert closer to him, resting his tired eyes.
"Gee," Bert's voice squeaked a little feminine for his usual deep voice. He could tell by Gerard's breathing he was falling into a deep sleep.
"Hmm," he quietly hummed into the air around the them. His eyes closed, his mind drifting into a perfect sleep.
"Will you always love me," Bert looked up at Gerard who's eyes were closed.
"Of course I will," his voiced was tired.
Bert went quiet as he smiled and let Gerard fall into a deep sleep, he too, soon after.
<><><><><><><><><><><>Four Month's Later<><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Gerard and Bert had spent almost everyday together since the tour had ended three months earlier. They were talking about moving in together since they were always at one or the others house. Much time had passed since and they were still just as happy and even more in love. Bert even liked to be naked with Gerard now and would always encourage it on many nights. Gerard always made him feel special and admired. Adored even, though Bert never figured himself to be the girly type, Gerard brought it out of him.
Gerard hadn't heard from any member of the band for sometime. Now with Bert he hardly talked to anyone else. That's why when his phone rang late one night he couldn't believe it.
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The phone rang and echoed through the house. Bert stretched tiredly, his head on Gerard's chest. He squinted even though it wasn't bright in Gerard's bedroom they often shared. He gently ran his hand over Gerard's chest to wake him up. Gerard's eyes slowly opened and he looked around like something must be wrong, in his tired daze he didn't even notice the phone. Bert gently pecked his lips, "Phone baby." He pointed to the bedroom door that led to the hall where the phone continued to sound off. He rubbed Gerard's back as he got up and when he walked out of the room, laid his head back down. His hand rubbing the warm sheets where Gerard had been.
Gerard stumbled out into his kitchen, mutter a curse as he stubbed his toe on the corner of his counter. He grabbed the phone off the hook. "Hello," he grumbled tiredly, slightly irritated.
Ray's voice was quiet when it came through the phone, "Gerard?"
Gerard looked at the clock, "Ray? It's two in the fucking morning."
His voice was still weak and quiet, "I know, I'm sorry. But I need to tell you something Gee." Gerard heard Ray sniff as he paused, he was crying, or had been.
Gerard's mind started racing, "What's the matter? Is Mikey okay?"
Ray's cleared his throat quietly, "Oh yeah, Mikey's fine Gerard but uh-." Ray was quiet again.
Gerard raised his voice, "But what Ray? What's wrong?" Gerard saw Bert come down the hall and stand at the end. His face concerned.
Ray's voice broke, "Frank's in the hospital. He tried to kill himself. M-Mikey found him…L-laying in his tub…H-He cut his wrist Gee… They don't think he's going to make it." He heard his guitarist start to sob on the other end of the line, he had never heard Ray cry before in his entire life. His mind swirled he leaned against the wall to support himself.
"R-Ray," he was stumbling over his word, "Ray s'not funny."
Ray still cried, "He lost so much blood Gerard. No one has heard from him in weeks, no one really has tried to get a hold of him… Then Mikey just thought he'd visit… Mikey's a mess Gerard… There was so much blood. Mikey won't go home…He's covered, he's shaking and scared. Frank was so pale Gerard…He…We don't know what's going to happen." The guitarist started to sob again. Gerard slid down the wall as he lost control of his legs. The phone dropped as his mind went into a daze. Bert rushed over beside him and knelt down. Gerard was groggy and out of it. Soon his mind kicked in and he got up and went to his room to quickly dress.
Bert followed him, "Baby…baby where are you going? What's happening?" Gerard didn't respond, he pulled on his jeans and boots and walked down the hallway as he pulled on his jacket. Bert pleaded, "Baby…baby talk to me…Where are you doing? Who's hurt?" Gerard grabbed his keys. "Dammit talk to me!" Bert screamed in a panic of emotions as Gerard walked for the door and accidentally let go of the phone that he was holding. It hit Gerard square in the nose as he turned. Gerard stumbled back at the collision, his nose instantly gushing blood. Bert covered his mouth, "Baby I'm sorry."
Gerard's emotions were haywire he didn't know what he was doing… He was panicking and through the hurt came the anger as his nose throbbed. He lunged at Bert and grabbed a fist full of Bert's hair and a hand grabbed the inside of one of his thigh. He picked Bert up off the floor and threw him up against the cabinet wall across from them, the many knobs dug into Bert back. He yelped and whimpered in pain. "Listen to me you spoiled little bitch. My best friend is in a fucking hospital! I don't have time for your shit," Gerard hissed, his bloody nose dripping on to his shirt. Bert's eye watered.
"I'm sorry baby. You're bleeding. I didn't mean to. Let me help you, please," he begged Gerard as he dabbed at Gerard's nose gently with his own shirt. Gerard pulled away and Bert fell as his knees gave out from the instant drop. Gerard walked out the door. Bert hugged himself and cried on the floor holding the back of his bruised head. The welts and bruises on his back began to form.