Sometimes All You Need Is A Little Flirtation [7/15]
Title: Sometimes All You Need Is A Little Flirtation
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David, David/Frank/Gerard, David/Frank, David/Gerard and Frank/Gerard
Summary: It’s Warped tour and when Pierre’s girlfriend arrives to spend some time with him David starts to feel really left out. When Frank and Gerard take an interest in the bassist, well, Pierre might just have to reconsider what exactly David means to him. But is David still going to want Pierre when he’s got Frank and Gerard instead?
Chapter: 7/15
Beta: The lovely theghostofher
Disclaimer: Sadly, it isn’t true. But god, wouldn’t it be a perfect world if it was? The slash, the love… *sighs dreamily*
A/N: Okay, so, I'm posting this early because I won't be able to do it tomorrow morning annnnnnd because I'm working all day, *cries* so yeah. Oh and sorry it's kinda a short part, heh.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
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Previously:
Feeling eyes on me, I looked over at Pierre but as soon we locked gazes he focused on the table.
Agitated, I muttered to Gerard, “I need to talk to Pierre.”
“Okay,” he replied just as quietly, “I’ll get Frank to go with me for smokes… the rest you can do yourself?”
“Yeah,” I said, turning back to look at Frank and Sebastien, “that’s not a problem.”
~
Part 7
It was a few minutes later - and a lot of failed attempts by Frank to speak French - when Gerard suggested, “Maybe we should head back? You guys have to get ready for your show, don’t you?”
I frowned before looking down as I reached into Gerard’s pants, making him squeak before I pulled out his phone and checked the time. “Yeah, we probably should, we’ve been here for about an hour and a half.”
Raising an eyebrow, I looked at Gerard. “Shouldn’t Mikey have texted one of us at least once?”
“Nah,” Frank said smirking, “He’s probably afraid to interrupt something else and get yelled at for breaking the mood.”
Pat screwed up his face. “Ew. I really didn’t need that visual.”
“You know you love it,” I smirked.
Pat made a gagging sound causing Gerard to laugh and Frank and me to simultaneously poke our tongues out at him.
“You’re both children,” Chuck muttered, a smile curving his lips despite his attempts to stop it.
I grinned before turning to look at Gerard with my best wide-eyed adorable look. “And as we’re kids we'll have the oldest pay for us, right?”
Gerard snorted. “I’m not paying for you, forget it.”
“But Geeee,” Frank whined, climbing into my vacated seat and pushing it closer to us before leaning forward so his hands were resting on my thighs as he smiled up at him, “we’re your boyfriends and you love us.”
Flicking his eyes to mine, Frank winked before looking back at Gerard and pouting.
Taking the hint, I put on my own puppy-dog pout and even added a lower lip tremble to it.
Gerard lasted all of five seconds, before he swore under his breath. “Fucking assholes. Fine, I’ll pay for you.”
Grinning, I kissed his left cheek, seconds before Frank kissed his right.
Pulling back, Frank made grabby hands at me, and with a smile, I moved from one lap to another, Frank’s hands wrapping around my waist.
“Thanks Gee,” we chorused.
He sighed before standing up, fishing his wallet out of the back of his jeans as he did.
“Anyone coming with me?” he asked.
Nodding, the rest of my band all slowly got out of the booth and walked with Gerard towards the front counter to pay, leaving only myself, Frank and Ashleigh.
When they were far enough away, Ashleigh slid over until she was at the edge of the booth and close to us.
Smiling, she asked nervously, “Can I ask you a question?”
Frank and I exchanged a look before I nodded. “Sure, what is it?”
“How exactly do you guys make it work? The threesome? I mean, does one of you ever feel left out?”
“I think that was questions,” Frank said with a smirk.
She pouted. “You know what I mean!”
“Yeah, I do,” he said with a smile.
Placing a kiss to my cheek, he answered, “We just… make it work. We understand each other and we fit well together. It’s as simple as that.”
She smiled, sadness tinging it slightly. “You’re lucky then.”
I frowned, but before either of us could reply she had stood up and made her way over to the others.
“What was that?” I asked, looking at Frank with confusion.
He shrugged. “Maybe Pierre and her aren’t as together as they seem?”
“Maybe,” I mumbled before moving out of Frank’s lap.
When I was standing, he joined me, his arm around my waist as we walked over to the others, but unlike the last few times, I almost wanted to remove it.
But for what?
Something as stupid as Pierre and Ashleigh maybe not being so perfect and in love?
No, that wasn’t a path I was going to go down.
An unrequited love for Pierre wasn’t about to affect my possible relationships - no matter how strange they were.
If he wanted her or not, it wasn’t important; I had Frank and Gerard and that was what mattered.
So, I’d just figure out why he was against our relationship and then go from there.
I was going to get over Pierre, and this was the best place to start.
Part 8
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David, David/Frank/Gerard, David/Frank, David/Gerard and Frank/Gerard
Summary: It’s Warped tour and when Pierre’s girlfriend arrives to spend some time with him David starts to feel really left out. When Frank and Gerard take an interest in the bassist, well, Pierre might just have to reconsider what exactly David means to him. But is David still going to want Pierre when he’s got Frank and Gerard instead?
Chapter: 7/15
Beta: The lovely theghostofher
Disclaimer: Sadly, it isn’t true. But god, wouldn’t it be a perfect world if it was? The slash, the love… *sighs dreamily*
A/N: Okay, so, I'm posting this early because I won't be able to do it tomorrow morning annnnnnd because I'm working all day, *cries* so yeah. Oh and sorry it's kinda a short part, heh.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
--
Previously:
Feeling eyes on me, I looked over at Pierre but as soon we locked gazes he focused on the table.
Agitated, I muttered to Gerard, “I need to talk to Pierre.”
“Okay,” he replied just as quietly, “I’ll get Frank to go with me for smokes… the rest you can do yourself?”
“Yeah,” I said, turning back to look at Frank and Sebastien, “that’s not a problem.”
~
Part 7
It was a few minutes later - and a lot of failed attempts by Frank to speak French - when Gerard suggested, “Maybe we should head back? You guys have to get ready for your show, don’t you?”
I frowned before looking down as I reached into Gerard’s pants, making him squeak before I pulled out his phone and checked the time. “Yeah, we probably should, we’ve been here for about an hour and a half.”
Raising an eyebrow, I looked at Gerard. “Shouldn’t Mikey have texted one of us at least once?”
“Nah,” Frank said smirking, “He’s probably afraid to interrupt something else and get yelled at for breaking the mood.”
Pat screwed up his face. “Ew. I really didn’t need that visual.”
“You know you love it,” I smirked.
Pat made a gagging sound causing Gerard to laugh and Frank and me to simultaneously poke our tongues out at him.
“You’re both children,” Chuck muttered, a smile curving his lips despite his attempts to stop it.
I grinned before turning to look at Gerard with my best wide-eyed adorable look. “And as we’re kids we'll have the oldest pay for us, right?”
Gerard snorted. “I’m not paying for you, forget it.”
“But Geeee,” Frank whined, climbing into my vacated seat and pushing it closer to us before leaning forward so his hands were resting on my thighs as he smiled up at him, “we’re your boyfriends and you love us.”
Flicking his eyes to mine, Frank winked before looking back at Gerard and pouting.
Taking the hint, I put on my own puppy-dog pout and even added a lower lip tremble to it.
Gerard lasted all of five seconds, before he swore under his breath. “Fucking assholes. Fine, I’ll pay for you.”
Grinning, I kissed his left cheek, seconds before Frank kissed his right.
Pulling back, Frank made grabby hands at me, and with a smile, I moved from one lap to another, Frank’s hands wrapping around my waist.
“Thanks Gee,” we chorused.
He sighed before standing up, fishing his wallet out of the back of his jeans as he did.
“Anyone coming with me?” he asked.
Nodding, the rest of my band all slowly got out of the booth and walked with Gerard towards the front counter to pay, leaving only myself, Frank and Ashleigh.
When they were far enough away, Ashleigh slid over until she was at the edge of the booth and close to us.
Smiling, she asked nervously, “Can I ask you a question?”
Frank and I exchanged a look before I nodded. “Sure, what is it?”
“How exactly do you guys make it work? The threesome? I mean, does one of you ever feel left out?”
“I think that was questions,” Frank said with a smirk.
She pouted. “You know what I mean!”
“Yeah, I do,” he said with a smile.
Placing a kiss to my cheek, he answered, “We just… make it work. We understand each other and we fit well together. It’s as simple as that.”
She smiled, sadness tinging it slightly. “You’re lucky then.”
I frowned, but before either of us could reply she had stood up and made her way over to the others.
“What was that?” I asked, looking at Frank with confusion.
He shrugged. “Maybe Pierre and her aren’t as together as they seem?”
“Maybe,” I mumbled before moving out of Frank’s lap.
When I was standing, he joined me, his arm around my waist as we walked over to the others, but unlike the last few times, I almost wanted to remove it.
But for what?
Something as stupid as Pierre and Ashleigh maybe not being so perfect and in love?
No, that wasn’t a path I was going to go down.
An unrequited love for Pierre wasn’t about to affect my possible relationships - no matter how strange they were.
If he wanted her or not, it wasn’t important; I had Frank and Gerard and that was what mattered.
So, I’d just figure out why he was against our relationship and then go from there.
I was going to get over Pierre, and this was the best place to start.
Part 8