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You Might Want to Sing	By : VenusMoon Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"And then, Ray picked up Mikey and threw him in the dumpster!"
The whole table erupted into laughter. It was Bert's birthday, and Frankie, Quinn, and Gerard had decided to drag him out to a karaoke bar as a bit of a joke. Now they were all sitting around, drunk off their asses, telling stories of previous tours over the sound of some chick with a screechy voice trying to sing some shitty Celine Dion song.
"Ooh, Frankie!" Bert pointed at him with his beer. "Tell that one about when Gerard puked on that little fan girl's shoes. I don't think Quinn's heard it."
"Oh yeah! It was soooo funny," Frankie said, turning to Quinn. "We were outside of a McDonald's, and she walked up and asked for an autograph. He dropped the pen she handed him, and when he bent down to pick it up, he blew chunks all over her feet!"
Quinn and Bert bursted out laughing. "Real smooth, Gee," Quinn gasped through his giggling.
"Hey, you failed to mention we stopped at that hole because I had the stomach flu and needed a restroom."
Frank nodded in agreement, continuing, "Yeah, the poor girl thought he was drunk. I'm surprised it wasn't all over the tabloids the next day."
"Ooh, and what was that I heard about you getting attacked by a bird, Gee?" Quinn asked, noting Gerard's embarrassment.
"Oh my God, it was the weirdest shit!" He put his bottle down, leaning foreward on the table. "We were walking out of this hotel, and this demented fucking crow just swooped down and started pecking the shit out of me."
"Now that's just creepy," Bert replied, trying desperately to keep a straight face, but failing miserably as he erupted into giggles again.
Gerard tried to act offended at his laughter, but ended up breaking down himself and smacking his arm. "Alright, as much fun as this is," Gerard said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, "I think its time we gave Bert the little present we've prepared for him."
Gerard, Frank, and Quinn got up from the table and headed toward the karaoke stage, leaving Bert alone at the table with a slightly anxious look on his face. They stood on the stage with their backs turned to the room, forming a triangle with Gerard at the front. Bert collapsed in laughter when he heard the opening riff to Should I Stay Or Should I Go and saw the trio start tapping their feet and snapping their fingers in unison. Gerard then spun around on his heels, grabbed the mic, and started singing.
"Darlin' you've got to let me know... should I stay or should I go?"
Bert cracked up even more when he saw Frankie and Quinn spin around, imitating Gerard, and start singing the backup vocals, continuing their cheesy dance. They ended the song laughing hysterically at Bert's beet-red face.
"Happy birthday Bert," they shouted as they made their way back to the table. "Alright, who's idea was it?" Bert asked.
Frankie and Quinn immediately pointed to Gerard, who smiled guiltily. "Ahem, lets change the subject," he said, wincing as Bert made a gesture like he was hitting him in the back of the head. "If this is a karaoke bar, why are the waitresses wearing kitty ears?"
"Good ques-"
"Oh no," Bert cut Quinn off. "You're not getting off that easily," he said as he hopped out from his chair. "Two can play at this game."
"Oh fuck, what have we done," Frankie asked with an expression of mock horror.
They all groaned when Bert took the stage and the opening to American Pie started playing, but their table roared with laughter when they heard that the words Bert was singing were not Don Mclean's lyrics.
"A long, long time ago I can still remember how his odd voice used to make me smile. And I knew that if I had my chance I'd ask that sexy bitch to dance And maybe let him blow me for a while."
Frankie and Quinn were practically rolling on the floor with laughter, But Gerard sat quietly, gazing at Bert with a half-amused, half-stunned expression. Bert winked at Gerard, pulling a pair of kitty ears off a passing waitress and placing them on his head, causing Frankie and Quinn to laugh even harder.
"Oh how those eyes would make me shiver With every glance that he'd deliver I kissed him on the bus steps He wouldn't take that last step.
I'm not sure, but I think I died When I felt his hand brush my side But something touched me deep inside The day Gerard Way shied.
I started singing My my, you're such a beautiful guy Let me touch you, maybe fuck you Til you understand why Perhaps tonight, after some whiskey and rye Maybe you'll see that without you I die Let me show you that without you I die..."
Bert fumbled through a few more made up words before making his way back to the table, grinning at Gerard with an almost predatory glint in his eyes. Gerard watched him, chewing his lip nervously, trying to stop his heart from jumping out of his chest. Frankie and Quinn were still laughing, the look of shock on Gerard's face making the situation that much funnier.
"Yep, you win," Quinn gasped between giggles.
"I can't believe you just made that shit up," Frankie added.
Bert grinned wryly, never taking his eyes off Gerard. "Excuse us, boys. I think Gee and I need to have a private conversation," he said, making the word 'private' sound ever so dirty.
Oh shit, Gerard thought as he felt Bert grab his arm and lead him toward the back of the bar. Frankie and Quinn were too drunk on alcohol and laughter to care that their best friends were about to go fuck in a public restroom.
When they made it inside, Gerard slammed Bert against the door, kissing him hungrily. Bert grinned against his lips and kissed back, forcing his tongue past Gerard's lips. He ended the kiss abruptly, tangling his fists in Gerard's hair and forcing him to his knees. Gerard grinned up at Bert devilishly, grazing the side of his face against the bulge in Bert's jeans before slowly unzipping the fly with his teeth.
"God damnit Gee, you're so sexy," he hissed as Gerard yanked his jeans and boxers lower on his hips, freeing his throbbing cock. Gerard grasped it in one hand, running his tongue along the underside of the shaft before opening his mouth and taking it all in. He bobbed his head rapidly, humming softly.
"Fuck, Gee, ahh," Bert gasped, the vibrations from Gerard's humming almost too much for him. He tangled his fingers in the other man's hair, holding him in place as he bucked his hips, gently fucking that beautiful mouth. When Gerard knew Bert was getting close, he quickened his pace, reaching up to fondle Bert's balls. That was it. Bert let out a low moan that turned to a whimper as his body tensed and he came down Gerard's throat. Gerard continued until he'd swallowed every drop, then stood up and kissed Bert deeply, forcing him to taste his own seed on his tongue. Bert's legs finally gave out and he slid slowly to the floor, a satisfied smile crossing his lips. He opened his eyes to see Gerard kneeling in front of him, smiling warmly.
"Did you enjoy your birthday present, kitten?" Gerard asked, flicking at one of the furred ears on Bert's head.
Bert laughed, a little stunned at everything that had just happened, and fought to catch his breath. "Jesus Christ, Gee, where'd you learn to do that?"
Gerard grinned impishly. "Come on, you didn't really think I was straight, did you?" He leaned foreward and pressed his lips to his friend's once more. "Happy birthday."
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