Frerard

Gerard looked towards the bus and screwed up his face. Frankie always thought it was… cute. The word stung at him, he'd always felt that way about Gerard. But they were married now. His chance had passed.
Frankie sighed as he walked on the bus. Mikey and Ray said something about going to get lunch,  but Frankie had already eaten with Gerard, so the two of them stayed behind at the bus.
Gerard coughed heavily, he had caught a cold and it was hanging with him, but like a God he was still able to sing. Frankie thought it was utterly amazing.
"Come on Gee, get in there."
Frankie playfully forced Gerard into the bus by pushing on his friend's mid back. He couldn't help but notice how well built the taller man was.
Once inside, Gerard headed straight for the couch. His red hair blanketed across his pale face, and he didn't take off his sunglasses for a long moment. His eyes were red and tired, making Frankie feel an impulse to make him tea, anything. Something to help  out his friend.
Frankie sighed and stood in front of Gee.
"You want some tea man?"
Gerard closed his eyes and flopped his head against the back of the couch, nodding.
Frankie felt the edges of his lips twitch and got to it. He pulled out the cup, the tea bag (they had stocked up on mint tea, the only thing that soothed the singer's throat) and heated the water.

Magical time warp begins. A few hours later….

Gerard was feeling better for the first time in days. He smiled and breathed deeply without needing to cough.
He laughed out loud, and Frankie looked at him, surprised.
"I think I love you," Frankie's heart skipped a beat, "I can  finally breathe again!" Gerard smiled wide and giggled slightly, which in itself made Frankie smile, but the fact that the words weren't what he wanted made his stomach crash to his feet.  The red head kept smiling and patted his friend's face before getting up and walking back to the bunks to change and pass out for the night.

Time warp again… the next morning.

Gerard woke up and scratched his head, stretching. He heard a shuffle next to his bunk and caught Frankie's head shooting downwards. The singer blinked a few times with a confused smirk on his face before leaning over the edge of the bunk into Frankie's below.
"Hey creeper. Why are you staring at me?" Gerard's lips twitched as he tried to keep a straight face.
"I wanted to investigate the source of a smell. Turns out it was recently-sick-singer-who-hates-showers smell." Frankie hoped his bad sarcasm would cover up the fact he had been watching his friend that fucking word sleep.
"Yeah, you're a fucking bed of roses yourself midget." Gerard carried on the humor and Frankie inwardly sighed. He hadn't been discovered… this time.
But the memory of the one night he had been caught slipped into his mind. The night back when Gerard was still drinking, before the marriages, when their stage antics were less tense. The night Gee couldn't remember because of the alcohol. Th-
Frank stopped himself. This wasn't the time to think about chances lost.
Both musicians got up and went to the living room-if it could be called that- slash kitchen to get some coffee. Ray and Mikey were sitting down doing their own thing, Mikey held a newspaper with the same unreadable expression on his face and Ray was watching the muted news. Frankie had no idea what he was getting from it until he realized the closed captioning was on.

After the night's show…


Gerard's hair was stuck to his face with sweat, and his smile seemed to be echoed by the fading cheers of the fans.  Frankie would have been disgusted by anyone else looking like Gee did then, but it always made him want the man, seeing him like that. Seeing him happy and … electrified was Frankie's favorite part of a gig. Even if depression or anger filled the singer within minutes or at all, that moment was always treasured by the guitarist.  
"What are you smiling at?" Mikey was looking at Frankie with an actual expression. "I know my big bro's pretty but he's not that gorgeous." The bassist hit Frankie in the arm playfully and walked toward the exit, most likely going to his hotel room.  Frankie managed to roll his eyes and he hoped his face wasn't a tad too red.

Frank sat in his hotel room aimlessly plucking the strings on his guitar. He was thinking about how he'd messed up the past few days.
Looking at Gee sleep. Mikey saw him staring after the gig. He was going to get caught, and this time there wouldn't be alcohol to hide his slip. There wouldn't be alcohol to slur Gee's judgment so far as to be with Frank again.
He sighed to himself and angrily strummed his instrument.
A knock froze him in mid motion.
He was momentarily flustered, and he walked toward the door utterly confused.
When he opened it, he saw the only person he wanted to see.
Gerard. He smiled and absent mindedly scratched his head.
"What do you need?"
Gerard cleared his throat slightly before asking "Could I come in for a while?"
Frank opened the door and stepped aside to let his friend in. Gee walked to the one desk chair in the room and sat down, sliding his red hair behind his ear and rolling the unused hotel pencil on the table top.  Gerard seemed almost nervous, but not quite.
Frank walked and sat on the bed, waiting for the singer to start a conversation.  It was only fifteen seconds before he said anything, but the stifling silence seemed to drag on forever.
"Frank, I'm wondering if I did something wrong. You've been weird, what happened this morning when I woke up. You've never stared at me before, not like that when I was asleep. And Mikey said you were looking at me after the gig tonight." Gerard's voice was quiet, he sounded worried but genuinely clueless. Frank didn't know what to say. He could barely breathe. This is what he feared, he was caught. He couldn't skip around it, really he couldn't. Any excuse would sound too lame, and Gee would keep his eye out. Frankie knew him well enough to know that.
"Because I love you, Gee."
Gerard froze. His hand shot to his jacket pocket and the pencil rolled onto the floor. The singer hadn't looked at Frank the entire time, and now he pointedly stared more towards the wall. He didn't say a word, just sat. Frank's heart beat in his chest almost painfully, the stress and fear was almost too much for the man.
A struggled sound came from the red head, but it wasn't a word. It almost sounded like a sob or a curse to Frank, he couldn't tell.
As suddenly as his appearance had been, Gerard got up and flashed towards the door. His long thin legs seemed too fragile to hold him up, and even though Frank couldn't see his face, he thought the man he loved looked torn. Like he wanted a drink.
"Gee wait-"
The door slammed shut, and Frank was alone.



Gerard paced his room, tears running madly down his face. He couldn't believe it. He never would have thought…
Confusion, anger, love… it was all so mad. His mind reeled, he didn't know what he felt. He thought he loved Frank, but he was married. Frank was married. He hadn't thought of Frank in that way much since the wedding. The fact that he'd ever considered it when he had a wife at home was a sign. Maybe he did love Frank. Maybe those kisses on stage mattered, those sparks he felt might have been more than just the music.
Long fingers ran through red hair, and Gerard sat on his bed. He grabbed his hair and tugged at it in thought. How could he have left Frank like that? He hadn't even thought it out. What if he had done something stupid? What if Frank had thought Gerard never meant to come back, to talk about it?
Pure terror came at the thought, and Gerard didn't care how crappy he looked, how red his eyes were, he needed to make sure his friend… his love… was ok.
When the knock came at the door again, Frankie didn't want to answer. He knew it couldn't be Gee, he had left without a word.
"Come on Frankie… please. I'm sorry. I need to talk to you!" It was Gee, his muffled voice came from behind the door.
Slowly, making sure to wipe his face thoroughly on his sleeve, Frank cracked open the door a few inches.
His voice was coarse, "What do you want, Gee?"
"Frank, I'm sorry I left like I did. You surprised me. I…"
Frank's attention was caught, and the door crept open a few more inches.
Gerard pushed open the door as hard as he could and kissed the guitarist hard enough to turn back time.