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Give'em Hell, Then We'll Talk	By : Phreakdom Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Give’em Hell, Then We’ll Talk.
Rating: nc-17 or adult
Pairing: Gerard Way/Ryan Ross/Mikey Way
Disclaimer: I do not own, I was not there, this is not true so please don’t sue!
Authors Notes: I had to find a way to make this work and lo and behold there was the Reading/Leeds festival. I had to be kind of tricky about the dates but I hope it all makes sense.
Warnings: Blonde Gerard for those that aren’t into that sort of thing, Incest, Penetration, Pete Wentz! Don’t judge me.
Add. Authors Notes: Panic! Was at Reading on Friday and then Leeds on Saturday.
My Chem was at Leeds on Friday and then Reading on Sunday. This is me going ‘hey! Ryan Ross is a total fan girl and he’d want to try and make the My Chem performance!’ or sommat, go with it.

His stomach clenched as he watched the bottle fly through the air, heading straight for Brendon. He watched it hit him, watched him pause and then collapse and Brendon was so fucking tiny, it didn’t make any sense. But he kept playing, even when Brendon didn’t move but he inched closer. Spencer stopped playing, so did Jon and a second later he felt his fingers fumble across the strings. He heard them booing. He wasn’t sure if it was for them or the asshole in the audience but he didn’t really care. He didn’t sign up for this shit, for getting bottled half way across the world by some fucker not brave enough to get up on stage and do what they do.

Afterwards Brendon was fine, a little bitter and bruised, but functioning. He didn’t even want to stick around and see the other bands.

“Bastards” he said, pressing the cold compress the medic had found to the side of his face. “I mean what the fuck, who does that?”

“Don’t worry about it man, just some assholes in the crowd” Jon said, slapping Brendon on the back a little harder than necessary.

Truth be told they were all pissed but they figured keeping it together would make it easier for Brendon. More than anything Jon had wanted to jump into the audience, smash the guys face in for being a dick, for hurting his friend. Spencer was silently all for that idea; sure Brendon pissed him off sometimes but a fucking bottle? Fuck that. Ryan just didn’t understand.

They hadn’t fucked up, they were good and Brendon was a fucking Mormon. He knew that didn’t mean anything really but come on, who throws a bottle at a tiny, hyper Mormon?

“Let’s just get out of here, go to Leeds” Brendon said, laying back against the couch and closing his eyes.

No one mentioned they didn’t have to be there until Saturday, or how pissed Pete could potentially be that they ducked out early. Jon just nodded and got up to tell their driver to get back on the road.

The whole vibe in Leeds was different. The crowd actually seemed much calmer, more into the music. Ryan was sure they wouldn’t have any problems. Brendon and Jon headed straight for the hotel. He didn’t blame them but he wanted to check out the bands. He’d tried to drag Spencer along with him but he’d been pretty adamant about staying on the bus. Haley was waiting for a phone call.

Pulling his hood up and over his head he cut through the crowd, pass tucked underneath his jacket, close to his heart. No one even noticed him. It took a little maneuvering but he managed to get backstage. My Chemical Romance had already been on but he didn’t mind. Placebo took up the stage and he watched from the side as Brian worked the crowd. The audience screamed, singing along “I'm forever black-eyed” and for a minute it was just like being at home, back in his room with the music up loud to drown out the stillness.

“I didn’t know you were a fan,” a soft voice murmured from behind him.

Turning quickly he caught a flash of white blonde beneath a well-worn black hoodie. They’d never had more than a few stilted conversations but he knew who Gerard Way was. He couldn’t not know. They’d actually met a couple times before, through Pete. Well more like through Pete’s thing with Mikey.

But meeting him face to face a few times, sharing a table at a restaurant, that didn’t make him any less of a fan. He’d tried to keep up with them, scanning magazines at truck stops, gleaning bits and pieces from Pete whenever he felt especially chatty about the Summer of Like. He knew about the drinking, the drugs, he knew about the depression.

“They’re good” he replied with a shrug, turning back to watch them break into Kate Bush.

It was unnerving, a little, to have Gerard so close to him again. He didn’t talk; just let Ryan enjoy the show. In fact he was silent for so long that by the time the set was over Ryan half expected to turn and find himself alone. But he was still there, arms crossed and waiting.

“I’m gonna head back to the hotel” Gerard said, like that was supposed to mean something.

But it did, Ryan knew, as his feet pushed him to follow. They walked in silence, through security and past the rows of tents set up along the grounds. They managed to catch a cab, Gerard giving the driver stilted directions as Ryan let his fingers twist in his lap. The drive was shorter than he expected. They’d obviously spoiled themselves a little in terms of accommodations. Hazelwood was, well it was a castle. Large and imposing in all it’s glory. It definitely wasn’t the Ramada he and his band had checked into.

He wasn’t expecting a suite. He hadn’t known they made that much money but it was still beautiful.

“Hibiscus”

“What?” Ryan said, turning from his inspection of the room to face Gerard.

“The name of the suite, it’s Hibiscus” Gerard replied, shrugging out of his hoodie. “The color scheme is a little garish but I like it”

Ryan liked it as well. It actually made him feel more at ease, to look around the room that’d be tacky by some people’s standards. He still wasn’t sure what he was doing, what Gerard wanted. But Gerard was content to ignore his existence it seemed. Gerard moved to sit down on the couch, grabbing up the remote to turn the television on. Joining him Ryan sat stiffly, leaving just enough space between them. If Gerard wanted more he’d have to work for it.

“Your band, you’re really good” Ryan said, breaking the silence. “I’m sorry I missed your set”

“Thanks”

“That’s not why I’m here I mean… I’m a fan but…”

“I know” Gerard said with a smile, turning back to the television.

Soon they were both caught up in the random comedy flashing across the screen. Occasional bursts of laughter from both of them filled the room and then Ryan turned his head, frozen as he watched Gerard watch him. Swallowing quickly he leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he attempted to get a read on the lead singer.

His lips were smooth, not that he’d expected anything else but it was… nice. He didn’t push, didn’t urge him backwards. It was like he was waiting for Ryan, waiting for him to decide if kissing was enough. It wasn’t. Pressing closer he let his hands slide up, fingers twisting into the platinum strands of hair at the back of Gerard’s head.

It was good, the kissing but still not enough. Pulling back Ryan twisted up, swinging his leg over Gerard’s lap and it was so much better. Kissing deeper, he let himself fall, sinking down and the friction was amazing. It’d been far too long since he’d been so close. Gerard’s hands settled, a warm weight at his hips. He urged him closer, into a rocking rhythm that had them both moaning. Pulling back he closed his eyes, fingers clenched as he rolled again, a little harder.

“Bed” Ryan panted, making no move to stand.

“Bed” Gerard concurred, pressing kisses to the soft skin of Ryan’s throat.

Greatly reluctant, he let his feet hit the floor as he stood unsteadily, reaching down to grab Gerard’s hand. Standing as well, Gerard led the way to the bedroom, fingers sliding down to undo his own jeans even as he shouldered the door open. Letting go, Ryan yanked his hoodie off as well as his t-shirt and moved on to his jeans. Painfully tight now he struggled to push them down his thighs just as he realized he still had his shoes on. Growling a bit he toed them off, pushing his jeans down and off just as Gerard climbed onto the bed.

Crawling in after him, they met in the middle, kissing roughly even as Gerard leaned back, pulling Ryan down on top of him. Letting his thigh fit between Ryan’s spread legs Gerard rocked his hips up and Ryan moaned, fingers clenching in the pillows beneath Gerard’s head even as he pressed down. They slid together, soft skin so sensitive and then Gerard reached down, wrapping a hand around Ryan’s cock and tugging hard.

He arched back; neck bared and cried out, thrusting his hips. Gerard stretched up, licking a stripe along Ryan’s collarbone before biting down hard enough to sting. It was too much, too good and as Gerard ran his thumb along the head of Ryan’s cock, teasing the crown he came. Panting, he dropped down and to the side, rolling off of Gerard to catch his breath.

Gerard sat up, resting on his elbow to look down at Ryan with a smile. Ryan smiled back, sitting up to press a quick kiss to Gerard’s lips even as he pressed him down against the mattress. Gerard let himself be pressed, resting back on the arm tucked beneath his head. Smiling a bit wider, Ryan leaned down, licking one nipple slowly, letting his teeth scrape against it briefly before he moved on to the other.

Kissing down, slow and deliberate he bit down on Gerard’s hipbone, too pleased with himself when he heard Gerard moan. And down he went still, letting his lips brush along the side of Gerard’s cock as he neared the bottom. Kissing and licking his way back up he wrapped his fingers around the base, twisting, fingers wet with his own release. Gerard’s hips jumped, thrusting a bit and Ryan opened wide, taking him in, letting him fuck his mouth.

Gerard was more than happy to do just that, eyes clenched tight as he let his fingers card through Ryan’s hair, not holding him there but caressing. He felt it, toes curling as the pressure built at the base of his spine and he cried out. Ryan worked his throat, swallowing as much as he could before pulling back, licking his lips. Gerard sat up, kissing Ryan fiercely.

He was at a loss, afterwards. He didn’t make it a habit of hooking up with random band guys and Pete had pretty much skipped over proper one nightstand etiquette. He wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to get a cab so late but he needn’t have worried. Reaching beneath him Gerard grabbed the blankets, scooting back and waiting for Ryan to do the same so he could pull it up and over both of them. Reaching to turn out the light Gerard turned back, wrapping an arm securely around Ryan’s waist, fingers drawing lazy circles along his hip. Settling in Ryan closed his eyes; he’d worry about potentially awkward conversations in the morning.

“You’ve got a Backstreet Boys ring tone,” Gerard murmured, lips pressed against Ryan’s hair.

They’d managed to turn onto their sides in the middle of the night. Ryan had never actually been spooned before, he kind of liked it. Wiggling back against Gerard he smiled, that is until he heard ‘larger than life’ sound from the pocket of his jeans. Turning his head into the pillow beneath him he groaned in dismay. He needed to seriously kill Brendon, seriously. Pulling away from the warmth Gerard provided he slowly got out of bed, snatching up his jeans and the still ringing Sidekick inside them.

“Hello?” he asked, flipping it open. He knew who it was; he didn’t even have to look at the caller id to know it was Spencer.

“Where the fuck are you?” Spencer growled. He could hear fumbling in the background and what sounded vaguely like slapping. “For fucks sake Brendon!”

“Did they hurt you, were you mobbed!?” Brendon shrieked, obviously having managed to commandeer the phone. “Do we need to fight cause I am so down for that!”

He didn’t even get the chance to answer though before he heard Brendon cry out again and suddenly there was Spencer, back and obviously more pissed off than before.

“You didn’t have to be so rough!” Brendon whined.

“It’s what you get for being an ass” Spencer replied and Ryan could practically see him glare. “Now, where are you and why aren’t you here?”

“Um Hazelwood, with Gerard Way”

“…Gerard Way”

“Yes” he confirmed, glancing over at Gerard as he lounged across the pillows, obviously trying not to eavesdrop. “We hung out last night and I stayed”

“Stayed as in slept on the couch or as in slept with the lead singer of My Chemical Romance”

“Dude!” Brendon cried. “You got to fuck a rock star?!”

“Am I on fucking speaker phone?!” Ryan snapped, pulling back to glare at his ‘kick like Spencer could actually see it. “Take me off, now!”

“Sorry, fuck, you could have called Ryan”

“I know, I’m sorry”

“I was just worried” Spencer said quietly and Ryan knew, he’d have been worried too if it was one of them after what happened at Reading.

“I know, I’ll meet you guys later though ok?”

“Alright, you fucking better”

Hanging up he smiled sheepishly, moving back to crawl under the covers. Gerard didn’t try to touch him but he wasn’t shoving him out the door either. Tucking his crossed arms underneath a pillow he pressed his face into it, closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry about that”

“Don’t be” Gerard said with a chuckle. “I totally understand, they were just worried about you”

“Yeah I guess”

“My guys would have done the same thing, probably worse”

“Like what?” he asked, looking up.

“I don’t know, called Scotland Yard or some shit, made sure I didn’t go get wasted and get into a fight”

“You wouldn’t do that now though, right?”

“Right” Gerard said, closing his eyes with a smile.

He hadn’t known what to expect when they stepped onstage. He’d watched only a little the night before. It was good though; Brendon owned the stage and the crowd cheered. They played hard, able to fit in a couple covers as well. But if you asked him afterwards just what made the set so good he wouldn’t have been able to respond. All he could really think about was the fact that Gerard was standing off stage, waiting for him. He’d been officially introduced to the rest of the band that morning at breakfast and after the usual ribbing Gerard had offered to go back to the festival with him. Of course he hadn’t said no and now all he wanted was to finish the set and go back to the hotel with Gerard.

As the song ended Ryan was quick to exit, walking towards Gerard. He stood back so the crowd couldn’t see him of course, sipping at his cup of coffee. Taking his guitar off he handed it to one of the techs and he wanted to kiss Gerard so badly but he couldn’t, not there. The crowd was cool, but he knew what that kind of publicity would do. He hadn’t even talked to his band about what had happened between them. Or Pete, that was the conversation he was dreading.

He managed to avoid any awkwardness by telling the guys he’d meet them at the airport on Sunday, after Gerard’s show. Jon had been all right with the idea, and Brendon of course had pressed for details, but Spencer had just looked at him. It was the same look he’d given him the night he had snuck out to meet with Pete that first time, annoyed but resigned.

The bus ride could have been better, Bob hadn’t talked much, and Frank chain-smoked his way through a pack of cigarettes as he watched Ray and Mikey play Donkey Konga. He and Gerard had gone to his bunk, settling in to talk quietly. The walls were covered in artwork; it was the first thing he noticed. Sketches and pictures, places Ryan had never seen, places that didn’t exist outside Gerard’s own imagination.

“Did you do all these?” he asked, reaching out to touch the corner of the picture closest to his head.

“Most of them”

“They’re really nice” Ryan said, turning over to face Gerard once they’d both gotten comfortable.

“Everybody’s gotta have something” Gerard replied with a shrug, glance flicking from his artwork to the boy lying next to him.

“Oh yeah, I can bedazzle the hell out of a shirt”

The comment seemed to catch them both off guard, lightening the mood as they laughed.

“You’ve got jokes,” Gerard said, reaching out to play with Ryan’s fingers idly. “I like that”

“I try”

“I don’t know what this is”

Ryan didn’t have to ask what he meant, ‘this’ was them and he was relieved to not be the one to bring it up. More than anything in that moment he didn’t want Gerard to look at him as some child, some naïve kid in a band that couldn’t separate right from right now.
“This is fun” Ryan replied, twining his fingers with Gerard’s. “It doesn’t really have to be anything other than that”

“No, it doesn’t”

But it could be, Ryan knew, if they let it.

The set in Reading had been… awkward. He’d stood off to the side, smiling as he watched Gerard move around the stage. And then the bottles started flying. They’d been lucky to only get one, even if it had hit Brendon square in the face. MCR got much worse though, hundreds of bottles it seemed flew through the crowd, some hitting the stage, some just barely reaching security but they didn’t stop playing. Gerard just kept going, it seemed like the more they got hit the harder they played until finally, finally the set was over. Frank and Ray seemed to be the most upset about it, flinging their guitars aside as they stormed backstage. Mikey hung back and Bob just sighed as Gerard shrugged apologetically.

“Everything you expected?” Gerard asked, accepting a towel to clean himself off.

“We got bottled” he replied, tucking his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “Not like that but Brendon got hit, knocked him out for a few minutes”

“No shit”

“We decided to leave early, finished our set and headed for Leeds”

He didn’t have to give any more of an explanation, they both knew what happened afterwards.

The others had decided to go out, party a little with some of the other bands but Gerard decided to head back to the hotel, Ryan in tow. After a very hot shower he sat down on the couch, pulling Ryan with him. They flipped through channels, never really settling on anything as the door opened. Looking up Ryan watched as Mikey walked into the room. Gerard didn’t seem to notice, too caught up in the advertisement flashing across the screen. Smiling softly Mikey sat down on the other end of the couch, leaning back to get comfortable. He looked troubled though, Ryan could tell. He hadn’t spent much time with Mikey but he knew when someone was frustrated. Easing away from Gerard he excused himself, heading for the bathroom.

Closing the door quietly behind him he leaned against the counter, looking himself over in the mirror before reaching down to turn on the tap. Reaching out to flush the toilet he leaned down, letting his cupped hands fill with water before splashing his face. Feeling a little more at ease he dried his face off and then his hands.

He thought maybe they’d be talking quietly when he came back. He hadn’t expected to find Mikey so close, pressed against Gerard’s side as he kissed along his neck. He wanted to move, to do something besides just stand there but he could only watch as Mikey trailed his hand down across Gerard’s lap, squeezing just enough to make Gerard moan. Leaning against the wall he bit his lip as Mikey popped the button of Gerard’s jeans, nimble fingers working the zipper down slowly. And then Gerard looked up at him, nervous as he held out his hand, palm up and inviting. Mikey turned as well, smiling a little as he slipped his hands down Gerard’s jeans.

Moving towards them hesitantly he paused a few feet away, fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt as he debated with himself. He could call them freaks, storm out and try to get a ride back to his band or he could join them. He tugged his shirt up and over his head, sinking down to crawl forward on his knees till he knelt between Gerard’s spread legs. Mikey leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips even as Ryan reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up as he broke the kiss. Gerard sat up, kissing Ryan hard as Ryan worked on the button of his own jeans. He’d been more prepared this time around, kicking off his shoes earlier in the evening except he really wasn’t. There’s no way you can ever be prepared to have a threesome with your kind of boyfriend and his younger brother.

Getting back to his feet he grabbed for Mikey’s hand, pulling him up to wrap an arm around his waist as they kissed hungrily, pressing together for friction. Gerard stood as well, one hand low at the small of Ryan’s back as the other tugged at Mikey’s hair, guiding him almost. They stumbled blindly towards the bed, shedding clothes quickly, pausing to kiss and touch along the way. Mikey hit the bed first, falling onto his back across the mattress and Ryan stood still, admiring the view even as Gerard licked the back of his neck, sucking kisses on the sensitive skin where neck and shoulder meet. Right leg first he crawled up onto the bed, running his fingers along Mikey’s legs to his thighs, pressing them open as he swooped down.

Mouthing along the crown of Mikey’s cock he slid down, feeling it rub softly against the roof of his mouth and down further, tickling the back of his throat. Humming softly he had to dig his fingers into the Mikey’s hips, enough to bruise, as he thrust up. And then there was Gerard; he’d been so silent. Just watching as Mikey clawed at the sheets, Ryan’s head bobbing in a steady rhythm above his lap. But he was back, fingers slick and searching, easing into Ryan who only pressed back. He teased him slowly, one finger then two, three and twisting in as Ryan fucked himself back against them. Then he was there, crawling up to bend down and press a kiss to the small of his back as he inched forward, holding Ryan steady with one hand as the other wrapped around his cock, guiding himself in. Ryan tensed, relaxed with a sigh, pulling off of Mikey to watch him sit up and kiss Gerard.

They kissed, tongues tangling as Ryan closed his hand around Mikey’s cock, stripping up and twisting at the head as Gerard thrust harder. Reaching out Mikey let his hand connect with Gerard’s hip, pulling him forward, guiding his movements as Ryan panted from between them. He could hear them, stuttered breathing and the way Gerard groaned as Mikey bent down, kissing along Ryan’s chest to his nipple, biting down just enough to make him cry out. Then Mikey tensed, losing his grip on Gerard as he sank back against the bed and Ryan followed, kissing him fiercely as came, Gerard not far behind with a low moan.

They collapsed, a tangle of limbs as Gerard rolled away, pulling off the condom and tying it off to toss into the basket near the bed. Ryan laid back, breathing deep as Mikey fought with the covers. Soon they settled, Mikey to his right as Gerard wrapped around him from the left.

It was mostly dark inside the room, the curtains open just enough to let the morning sun struggle through when Ryan opened his eyes. He could still feel Mikey on his right; face down along the mattress, arm thrown out across his waist. But Gerard was missing, the blankets cold and rumpled along his side of the bed. Raising his free hand he ran his fingers through his hair and looked around the room.

Gerard sat at the window seat, jeans pulled on but unbuttoned. His knee was cocked and raised, his sketchbook open and resting on it as he sketched. A cigarette dangled from the side of his mouth as he inhaled every so often, lost in his work. It was obvious though, what he was drawing. The way his body was tilted and the way he kept glancing towards the bed were enough to give it away.

“Enjoying the view?” Ryan asked sleepily, sinking back against the pillows with a grin.

“I am” Gerard replied, flicking his cigarette out the open window as he exhaled. “I hope you don’t mind”

“As long as it’s for your personal collection, no” He had to be careful, as much as he liked Gerard he had to be sure. Pete would kill him if something like what happened the night before leaked to the press.

“What if it’s for yours?”

“To remember?”

“If you want” he replied with a shrug, reaching down to shade at something Ryan couldn’t see.

“I think I’d like that”

Checking in at the airport he smiled at his friends, they lounged around, waiting for their flight. Brendon saw him first, jumping up to greet him enthusiastically.

“Ryan Ross we missed you!”

“No we didn’t” Spencer said sourly, unable to hide his grin. “We missed your mad guitar playing skills”

“Seriously though” Jon said, smiling a little. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, did you have fun?” Pete asked, stopping next to Spencer.

He’d come out of nowhere it seemed but Ryan was sure he just hadn’t noticed him. It said a lot, the not noticing.

“Yeah I mean, I didn’t get to see Muse but” he shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. “It was good”

“Dude, you had sex with a member of My Chemical Romance!” Brendon said, obviously still excited by the idea. “You’re like, a groupie without the stigma”

“Not just one member” he muttered, looking down at his shoes with a little grin.

“Well now you’re an actual groupie,” Spencer said, nudging Ryan with a smirk. “Who was it?”

But he didn’t reply, rolling his eyes as he headed towards the gate, fingers tightening around the folded piece of paper in his pocket.

“Wait!” Pete called, scurrying after him. “Really though, who was it?!”
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