Trade Mistakes Chapter 13
Title: Trade Mistakes Chapter 13
Author: shadowoftheday
Rating: R
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff (also featuring Gerard Way/Frank Iero, Mikey Way/Mat Devine and Gerard Way/Tommy Joe Ratliff)
Summary: After being dumped by an insecure Adam, Tommy Joe spent a whirlwind few months touring with My Chemical Romance before returning to LA to give things with Adam another try. Everything seems to be going well, but as Tommy soon learns, what happens on the road doesn't necessarily stay on the road.
Disclaimer: All fiction, entertainment purposes only, don't own, please don't sue!
Warnings/Notes:Story title belongs to Panic! At The Disco, cut lyrics belong to My Chemical Romance
This story is a sequel to Burning in The Skies, which can be read here
Trade Mistakes Chapter 1
Trade Mistakes Chapter 2
Trade Mistakes Chapter 3
Trade Mistakes Chapter 4
Trade Mistakes Chapter 5
Trade Mistakes Chapter 6
Trade Mistakes Chapter 7
Trade Mistakes Chapter 8
Trade Mistakes Chapter 9
Trade Mistakes Chapter 10
Trade Mistakes Chapter 11
Trade Mistakes Chapter 12
Gerard Way and Brian Molko :)
Gerard Way and Frank Iero
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Mikey answered the phone on the first ring, his pale hand darting out from under the covers to reach for the vibrating phone.
"Fuckin' ninja," Mat mumbled, burrowing further under the duvet so only his wild curls were visible. Mikey smiled softly over at him before putting the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" Mikey asked, trying to keep his voice down so he didn't disturb Mat even more.
"Mikey?"
Mikey froze, knowing his eyes had widened to dramatic proportions. It was as if someone had poured a jug of cold water over him, the shock of hearing Gerard's voice so overwhelming.
"Gee?" He mumbled, his throat tightening. Mat sat up straight away, his features clouded in concern. He placed a warm, supportive hand on Mikey's naked back.
"Hey Mikey Way," Gerard said softly. "Did I wake you?"
"Are you fucking kidding me? You've been gone for ages and you're concerned about waking me the fuck up? Gerard fucking Way, what the fuck?" Mikey hissed.
"That was four curses in the one breath," Mat whispered. "I'm impressed."
"M'sorry, Mikes. I didn't want you to worry," Gerard said slowly, as if he was thinking about his choice of words very carefully.
"Gee, I've been worrying about you my whole life. I'm never going to stop worrying about you," Mikey sighed. "So where are you and I'll come get you."
The line went silent as Mikey started pulling on his skinny jeans, phone cradled between his ear and shoulder.
"I don't want you to come get me, Mikey."
"What?"
"I'm calling to let you know that I'm safe, and I'm with friends. You don't need to worry about me. I don't want you to spend the rest of your life worrying about me," Gerard said.
"I can't just switch it off, Gerard!" Mikey yelled. "Who the hell are you with? Where the fuck are you?"
"Mikey, please don't be mad," Gerard groaned. "I know you've always been there for me, back when I...back when things were bad, you saved my life. I don't want to put you through that again."
"Gee, don't be an idiot, just tell me where you are."
"Be happy with Mat, ok? And if you see Frankie...will you tell him I'm really sorry."
"Gerard, don't you dare hang up!"
Mikey was left sitting in the dark, staring at the phone and wondering what the hell had happened.
* * *
"You ok?" Tommy asked quietly. "That sounded tough."
Gerard buried his face in Tommy's neck instead of answering, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought back tears. Tommy stroked his back, letting his fingertips linger on Gerard's pale skin.
"You're gonna be alright, Gee, I know it," Tommy whispered. "I'm gonna make sure you get through this."
Gerard nodded, his lips pressing against Tommy's neck. Tommy shivered, remembering the night before, when Gerard had sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of Tommy's shoulder as he came.
"Thank you, Tommy Joe," Gerard murmured, sucking lightly on Tommy's skin. "I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you."
"Uh huh," Tommy groaned as Gerard's mouth wandered down his neck and down onto his chest. "I can think of a couple of things."
Gerard pulled away, grinning, and sucked two fingers into his mouth. Tommy choked on a moan, and pulled Gerard down for another searing kiss.
* * *
Frank dug the toe of his battered boots into the gravel of the driveway, glancing up at the door to make sure he was in the right place. He took a final, steadying drag on his cigarette before grinding it into the gravel and knocking the door.
He waited for a couple of minutes before knocking on the door again, harder this time. He heard a grumble from inside, some shuffling and then the door swung open.
Adam looked a little worse for wear - he was thinner than Frank remembered, his ratty sleep pants riding low on his hips. His hair was sticking up in about six different directions, and he had bags under his eyes big enough to fit Gerard's on tour art supplies.
"Adam, dude, you look like shit."
Adam glared at Frank, taking in the pint size guitarist's appearance. Frank had lost weight too, but he was clearly trying to hide his other signs of heartbreak. He'd changed his hair, shaving it close on the left side of his head and dying it red, leaving a long black fringe he had tucked behind his ear. He was also wearing make up, black eyeliner smudged around his glittering hazel eyes to hide his lack of sleep.
"Does no one say hello anymore?" Adam groaned, opening the door wider so Frank could slip inside.
"Hello, Adam. You look like shit," Frank repeated with a grin, following Adam into the living room.
The coffee table was littered with empty bottles of alcohol, discarded condom wrappers and what Adam was pretty sure was a pair of Bill's boxer briefs. He started to gather up the mess, making a few trips into the kitchen to dispose of it.
"Partying the pain away, huh?" Frank asked, sitting on the sofa and watching Adam tidy up.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Adam grumbled, perching on the coffee table to face Frank once the room was semi-tidy.
"I heard you'd been hooking up with Jared Leto. Even when you rebound you over achieve," Frank joked, reaching into his pocket for his crumpled pack of cigarettes.
"I take it you didn't stop by to congratulate me," Adam prompted. "What's up, Frankie?"
"I was wondering if you knew where Gerard is," Frank said with a seemingly careless shrug. "I need to talk to him."
"Why did you come to me?" Adam asked.
"Because I figured you'd be tearing the world apart looking for Tommy Joe. I assumed they would have disappeared together, and wondered if you knew where they'd be," Frank explained.
"Why are you looking for Gerard? You dumped him," Adam pointed out, sounding harsher than he intended, but Frank's assumption that he'd been looking for Tommy Joe made his stomach clench with guilt.
"I'm an idiot," Frank said with a soft smile. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, with the whole Bert thing. I'm just...I love Gerard so fucking much that it makes me kinda crazy sometimes. I got insecure over something stupid. I should have trusted him."
"Yeah..."
"And I went to see Bert. He told me how messed up Gerard was, and how Gerard had told him he was still in love with me. Such an over dramatic fucker," Frank sighed. "But I love him, and I need to find him and make things right."
"I don't know where he is," Adam confessed. "I haven't been looking for Tommy Joe."
"Why not?" Frank asked, frowning. "I thought..."
"I do love him," Adam interrupted. "I do. But I really hurt him, Frankie. Again. And I can't keep hurting him, I can't live with it as it is."
"Dude, that's a bullshit excuse and we both know it. You fucked up, I fucked up, but nothing's so broken that it can't be fixed, right? I know I can fix this, Gerard and I belong together."
"I'm happy for you, Frankie, really. I'm glad you figured it out. I hope you find them," Adam said.
"I hope you figure it out soon, Adam," Frank replied, sadly. "I'll let you know if I find anything."
"Yeah, that'd be great. I'd like to be able to apologise," Adam admitted, following Frank to the front door.
"Take care of yourself, dude. I'm going to bring them both home, and I'm pretty sure Tommy would like you in one piece."
Adam smiled fondly at the sincerity in Frank's words, and hugged the guitarist goodbye. As he wandered back into the empty house, he couldn't quite smother the spark of hope in his chest - Frank was stubborn as hell, and if he'd set his mind on bringing Gerard and Tommy back to LA, he wouldn't stop until he found them.
Adam was still smiling as he filled the kettle and put it on, reaching for his strongest coffee. He needed to pull his shit together if he was going to have a hope in hell of getting Tommy Joe back.
Author: shadowoftheday
Rating: R
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff (also featuring Gerard Way/Frank Iero, Mikey Way/Mat Devine and Gerard Way/Tommy Joe Ratliff)
Summary: After being dumped by an insecure Adam, Tommy Joe spent a whirlwind few months touring with My Chemical Romance before returning to LA to give things with Adam another try. Everything seems to be going well, but as Tommy soon learns, what happens on the road doesn't necessarily stay on the road.
Disclaimer: All fiction, entertainment purposes only, don't own, please don't sue!
Warnings/Notes:Story title belongs to Panic! At The Disco, cut lyrics belong to My Chemical Romance
This story is a sequel to Burning in The Skies, which can be read here
Trade Mistakes Chapter 1
Trade Mistakes Chapter 2
Trade Mistakes Chapter 3
Trade Mistakes Chapter 4
Trade Mistakes Chapter 5
Trade Mistakes Chapter 6
Trade Mistakes Chapter 7
Trade Mistakes Chapter 8
Trade Mistakes Chapter 9
Trade Mistakes Chapter 10
Trade Mistakes Chapter 11
Trade Mistakes Chapter 12
Gerard Way and Brian Molko :)
Gerard Way and Frank Iero
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Mikey answered the phone on the first ring, his pale hand darting out from under the covers to reach for the vibrating phone.
"Fuckin' ninja," Mat mumbled, burrowing further under the duvet so only his wild curls were visible. Mikey smiled softly over at him before putting the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" Mikey asked, trying to keep his voice down so he didn't disturb Mat even more.
"Mikey?"
Mikey froze, knowing his eyes had widened to dramatic proportions. It was as if someone had poured a jug of cold water over him, the shock of hearing Gerard's voice so overwhelming.
"Gee?" He mumbled, his throat tightening. Mat sat up straight away, his features clouded in concern. He placed a warm, supportive hand on Mikey's naked back.
"Hey Mikey Way," Gerard said softly. "Did I wake you?"
"Are you fucking kidding me? You've been gone for ages and you're concerned about waking me the fuck up? Gerard fucking Way, what the fuck?" Mikey hissed.
"That was four curses in the one breath," Mat whispered. "I'm impressed."
"M'sorry, Mikes. I didn't want you to worry," Gerard said slowly, as if he was thinking about his choice of words very carefully.
"Gee, I've been worrying about you my whole life. I'm never going to stop worrying about you," Mikey sighed. "So where are you and I'll come get you."
The line went silent as Mikey started pulling on his skinny jeans, phone cradled between his ear and shoulder.
"I don't want you to come get me, Mikey."
"What?"
"I'm calling to let you know that I'm safe, and I'm with friends. You don't need to worry about me. I don't want you to spend the rest of your life worrying about me," Gerard said.
"I can't just switch it off, Gerard!" Mikey yelled. "Who the hell are you with? Where the fuck are you?"
"Mikey, please don't be mad," Gerard groaned. "I know you've always been there for me, back when I...back when things were bad, you saved my life. I don't want to put you through that again."
"Gee, don't be an idiot, just tell me where you are."
"Be happy with Mat, ok? And if you see Frankie...will you tell him I'm really sorry."
"Gerard, don't you dare hang up!"
Mikey was left sitting in the dark, staring at the phone and wondering what the hell had happened.
* * *
"You ok?" Tommy asked quietly. "That sounded tough."
Gerard buried his face in Tommy's neck instead of answering, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought back tears. Tommy stroked his back, letting his fingertips linger on Gerard's pale skin.
"You're gonna be alright, Gee, I know it," Tommy whispered. "I'm gonna make sure you get through this."
Gerard nodded, his lips pressing against Tommy's neck. Tommy shivered, remembering the night before, when Gerard had sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of Tommy's shoulder as he came.
"Thank you, Tommy Joe," Gerard murmured, sucking lightly on Tommy's skin. "I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you."
"Uh huh," Tommy groaned as Gerard's mouth wandered down his neck and down onto his chest. "I can think of a couple of things."
Gerard pulled away, grinning, and sucked two fingers into his mouth. Tommy choked on a moan, and pulled Gerard down for another searing kiss.
* * *
Frank dug the toe of his battered boots into the gravel of the driveway, glancing up at the door to make sure he was in the right place. He took a final, steadying drag on his cigarette before grinding it into the gravel and knocking the door.
He waited for a couple of minutes before knocking on the door again, harder this time. He heard a grumble from inside, some shuffling and then the door swung open.
Adam looked a little worse for wear - he was thinner than Frank remembered, his ratty sleep pants riding low on his hips. His hair was sticking up in about six different directions, and he had bags under his eyes big enough to fit Gerard's on tour art supplies.
"Adam, dude, you look like shit."
Adam glared at Frank, taking in the pint size guitarist's appearance. Frank had lost weight too, but he was clearly trying to hide his other signs of heartbreak. He'd changed his hair, shaving it close on the left side of his head and dying it red, leaving a long black fringe he had tucked behind his ear. He was also wearing make up, black eyeliner smudged around his glittering hazel eyes to hide his lack of sleep.
"Does no one say hello anymore?" Adam groaned, opening the door wider so Frank could slip inside.
"Hello, Adam. You look like shit," Frank repeated with a grin, following Adam into the living room.
The coffee table was littered with empty bottles of alcohol, discarded condom wrappers and what Adam was pretty sure was a pair of Bill's boxer briefs. He started to gather up the mess, making a few trips into the kitchen to dispose of it.
"Partying the pain away, huh?" Frank asked, sitting on the sofa and watching Adam tidy up.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Adam grumbled, perching on the coffee table to face Frank once the room was semi-tidy.
"I heard you'd been hooking up with Jared Leto. Even when you rebound you over achieve," Frank joked, reaching into his pocket for his crumpled pack of cigarettes.
"I take it you didn't stop by to congratulate me," Adam prompted. "What's up, Frankie?"
"I was wondering if you knew where Gerard is," Frank said with a seemingly careless shrug. "I need to talk to him."
"Why did you come to me?" Adam asked.
"Because I figured you'd be tearing the world apart looking for Tommy Joe. I assumed they would have disappeared together, and wondered if you knew where they'd be," Frank explained.
"Why are you looking for Gerard? You dumped him," Adam pointed out, sounding harsher than he intended, but Frank's assumption that he'd been looking for Tommy Joe made his stomach clench with guilt.
"I'm an idiot," Frank said with a soft smile. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, with the whole Bert thing. I'm just...I love Gerard so fucking much that it makes me kinda crazy sometimes. I got insecure over something stupid. I should have trusted him."
"Yeah..."
"And I went to see Bert. He told me how messed up Gerard was, and how Gerard had told him he was still in love with me. Such an over dramatic fucker," Frank sighed. "But I love him, and I need to find him and make things right."
"I don't know where he is," Adam confessed. "I haven't been looking for Tommy Joe."
"Why not?" Frank asked, frowning. "I thought..."
"I do love him," Adam interrupted. "I do. But I really hurt him, Frankie. Again. And I can't keep hurting him, I can't live with it as it is."
"Dude, that's a bullshit excuse and we both know it. You fucked up, I fucked up, but nothing's so broken that it can't be fixed, right? I know I can fix this, Gerard and I belong together."
"I'm happy for you, Frankie, really. I'm glad you figured it out. I hope you find them," Adam said.
"I hope you figure it out soon, Adam," Frank replied, sadly. "I'll let you know if I find anything."
"Yeah, that'd be great. I'd like to be able to apologise," Adam admitted, following Frank to the front door.
"Take care of yourself, dude. I'm going to bring them both home, and I'm pretty sure Tommy would like you in one piece."
Adam smiled fondly at the sincerity in Frank's words, and hugged the guitarist goodbye. As he wandered back into the empty house, he couldn't quite smother the spark of hope in his chest - Frank was stubborn as hell, and if he'd set his mind on bringing Gerard and Tommy back to LA, he wouldn't stop until he found them.
Adam was still smiling as he filled the kettle and put it on, reaching for his strongest coffee. He needed to pull his shit together if he was going to have a hope in hell of getting Tommy Joe back.