"What the Hell are you Reading?" [1/1]
"What The Hell Are You Reading?" [1/1] by all_tattooed
Frank, Gerard [PG-13 - crack!fic]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~380 words
Summary: Frank catches Gerard reading something he probably shouldn't be.
Thanks to skelterellax for beta'ing. xo
Con-Crit welcome. Comments are nice.
As a last resort, Frank entered the band’s dressing room one more time in search of Gerard. Pushing the door open to the back room, where he had forgotten to look previously, he found his band mate, sitting on the lounge with his eyes glued to the laptop screen that was sat in front of him. Carefully he crept up behind him, catching a glimpse of the title at the top of the page that read, ‘Brothers in Arms’. His eyebrows creased as he skimmed over the first paragraph of the story underneath, catching its drift, he coughed.
“What the hell are you reading?”
Gerard jumped, completely unaware anyone had come into the room. He turned around to Frank, slamming his fingers on the keypad in hopes of hitting the escape button and scoffed. “What? Nothing, gosh. I wasn’t reading about anything. I mean, I was reading nothing. The computers not even on Frank.” He claimed, slamming the screen down, folding his arms and raising his eyebrows at his friend as he stepped aside. “See?”
“Oh. Yes. I see now. When I walked in I must have mistaken an open laptop and sitting down Gerard, for a closed laptop and inconspicuous, standing Gerard.” Frank mocked the singer. Worst cover-up ever.
“Well, clearly you did, because when I…” Gerard’s voice drifted as Frank climbed over the lounge and pushed the computer screen back up to find the page he was reading still open.
“…and now you think I’m incest.” He finished with a sigh of defeat.
Frank turned to face his friend, nodding slowly and looking rather impressed. “This is actually written really well.” He turned back to the screen and continued reading.
“I know right!” Gerard smiled, shoving Frank over on the seat a bit. “Move over. We can read it together.”
Frank made space, patting the spot beside him where he wanted Gerard to sit and they both proceeded to read what Gerard knew as ‘Waycest’.
“Hey…” Frank mused after a moment. “…is there any of this kinda stuff about us?”
Gerard turned quickly to face the guitarist, looking completely shocked. “Are you kidding? There’s fucking heaps!” He near on shrieked, typing the title of a story he was familiar with. “Here, this one’s probably my favorite.”
Sequel
Frank, Gerard [PG-13 - crack!fic]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~380 words
Summary: Frank catches Gerard reading something he probably shouldn't be.
Thanks to skelterellax for beta'ing. xo
Con-Crit welcome. Comments are nice.
As a last resort, Frank entered the band’s dressing room one more time in search of Gerard. Pushing the door open to the back room, where he had forgotten to look previously, he found his band mate, sitting on the lounge with his eyes glued to the laptop screen that was sat in front of him. Carefully he crept up behind him, catching a glimpse of the title at the top of the page that read, ‘Brothers in Arms’. His eyebrows creased as he skimmed over the first paragraph of the story underneath, catching its drift, he coughed.
“What the hell are you reading?”
Gerard jumped, completely unaware anyone had come into the room. He turned around to Frank, slamming his fingers on the keypad in hopes of hitting the escape button and scoffed. “What? Nothing, gosh. I wasn’t reading about anything. I mean, I was reading nothing. The computers not even on Frank.” He claimed, slamming the screen down, folding his arms and raising his eyebrows at his friend as he stepped aside. “See?”
“Oh. Yes. I see now. When I walked in I must have mistaken an open laptop and sitting down Gerard, for a closed laptop and inconspicuous, standing Gerard.” Frank mocked the singer. Worst cover-up ever.
“Well, clearly you did, because when I…” Gerard’s voice drifted as Frank climbed over the lounge and pushed the computer screen back up to find the page he was reading still open.
“…and now you think I’m incest.” He finished with a sigh of defeat.
Frank turned to face his friend, nodding slowly and looking rather impressed. “This is actually written really well.” He turned back to the screen and continued reading.
“I know right!” Gerard smiled, shoving Frank over on the seat a bit. “Move over. We can read it together.”
Frank made space, patting the spot beside him where he wanted Gerard to sit and they both proceeded to read what Gerard knew as ‘Waycest’.
“Hey…” Frank mused after a moment. “…is there any of this kinda stuff about us?”
Gerard turned quickly to face the guitarist, looking completely shocked. “Are you kidding? There’s fucking heaps!” He near on shrieked, typing the title of a story he was familiar with. “Here, this one’s probably my favorite.”
Sequel