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Living Life The Good Way	By : GothicalWishes Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1329 -:- 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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CHAPTER 2

Gerard was standing in a crowded street. All around him were people pushing and shoving, rushing to get the van: the ice cream van. It was a large, pink and yellow ice cream van parked at the end of the street, and the crowds were rushing down to try and get in line, the van, though parked was still playing its music loudly: very loudly.

Gerard woke with a start to the sound of a mobile phone ringing somewhere. Stretching lazily he turned over to search for the cause of the high pitched ringing noise only to suddenly roll over onto another body. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Gerard shouted as he jumped and sat up. Bert, who was curled up mouth open slightly, had not stirred; even during Gerard’s shout. Gerard leaned over him and got out of bed searching for Bert’s mobile. He found it in the end, still tucked in the back pocket of Bert’s trousers, which had ended up in a ball on the floor at the end of the bed. Gerard wondered quickly whether or not he should answer… then decided that maybe he should answer, because who knows… it could be important. “Hello, Bert McCracken’s phone.”

“Ha ha, Bert, real funny, since when have you ever been that polite?” Replied a sarcastic voice.

“Erm... who’s speaking?” Gerard asked, unsure as to what to do next.

“Bert, it’s me, Jeph. Stop mucking around and just…”

Gerard interrupted before Jeph made any more mistakes. “Jeph, its Gerard from My Chemical Romance here, hold on a sec and I’ll wake Bert up…” Gerard put the phone down on an aging chest of drawers next to the TV set, and walked over to the bed. “Bert, Jeph is on the phone for you.” Gerard said aloud in Bert’s ear. He waited, still no response. Gerard ended up having to shake Bert, whilst shouting in his ear to wake him.

“What?!” Bert asked, sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

“Your phone rang; you didn’t get up so I answered it. Its Jeph, he wants to talk to you.” Gerard said, pointing to the mobile on the drawers. “Hope you don’t mind.”

Bert looked from Gerard to the mobile for a few seconds, before he appeared to remember that the phone was still connected. “No, ‘course not.” He said cheerily and picked up the mobile.

Gerard left the room and padded into the bathroom. His head was still foggy and his legs hurt. He stood in front of the mirror and stared at the person staring back. Face pale, eyeliner smudged down his cheeks, hair… everywhere. He sighed deeply and looked for the wipes to get it all off his face, washing his hair over the bath with the plastic push on shower after. When he finally exited the bathroom he was clean and had even bothered to find and put on new clothes. Bert had dressed in the time Gerard had been washing, and was sitting on the bed flicking through the channels on the TV. Bert looked up when Gerard entered, “I gotta go. Jeph’s fuming ‘cause I said I’d help him and his mate move some stuff…” He stood up and turned the TV off before walking to stand in front of Gerard. He was taller than Gerard, not by much though.

Bert leant in and kissed Gerard. “How long are you here for?” Gerard whispered against Bert’s lips.

Gerard lifted his hands and laced them behind Bert’s neck as he spoke, “Another week and I’ll most definitely be along well before that week’s over. You got a number I can reach you on?”

Gerard nodded and went over to a small desk shoved in the corner of the room; he tore a corner of a piece of paper and scribbled a number down, handing it to Bert after. Bert smiled and placed it in his back pocket. “Speak to you soon then.” He kissed Gerard, his tongue sweeping into Gerard’s mouth and catching him off guard, before walking out the door.

*~*~*

Gerard was walking down a hallway. The walls and carpeting were a beige colour, and everything appeared to blend into everything else. He was on his way to Mikey’s hotel room. Mikey was the only one in the band to be given a room with a separate bedroom and main room. So in the interest of space and comfort, they had elected it their main meeting room. It was placed right at the end of a well lit hallway, one side of which has been taken up by wall to ceiling windows, in desperate need of a good clean.

Gerard walked into the room, standing momentarily to grin at the rest of the band. He loved seeing them together. It made him feel like he had helped in the creation of something excellent, like he had helped bring more good energy into the world; something which was not laced with poverty, greed and pain.

Gerard snapped from his reverie just in time to notice Frank come leaping towards him at almost lightening speed. Gerard made an odd squeaking noise as he hit the floor, Frank landing off to the side of him, jumping up quickly to stop Gerard moving away. “Good morning to you too, Frank.” Gerard wheezed as he tried to adapt to the sudden body straddling him.

Frank looked gorgeous today. His hair had been done in its usual style, over one eye, his skin was radiant, and his eyes bright. He had a youthful appearance today which almost seemed to suit Gerard’s mood. “Morning Gee… How are you this wonderful morning?” Frank said brightly.

“I’m cool.” Gerard tried to say casually, but failed as a grin crept to his lips.

“Are you? And why would that be?” Gerard noticed the evil glint which flashed in Frank’s eyes.

“Sod off,” Gerard laughed once he had realised where the conversation was headed. “When did you find out?”

Frank lifted himself from Gerard’s body and held out his hand to help Gerard up too, catching him in a hug as he did so; their faces only centimetres apart. “This morning, I came to wake you up, you know give you your bath, wipe your ass and such like, when I saw this like, dude in your bed who was NOT you! Then I realised you were behind the dude.” Frank smiled wide, showing his teeth. “So… who was he?”

Gerard noticed the rest of the band look up from what they were doing. Well this was different. Not often they cared who the hell he claimed he was shagging. Then again, Gerard supposed, although he had claimed to be bisexual he had never kissed another guy other than some who were in the room with him. “Bert McCracken.” Gerard said finally.

Mikey’s eyes widened. “What…like The Used, Bert McCracken.”

“Are there any other Bert McCracken’s?” Ray said with a sarcastic look, followed by an apologetic smile.

Frank piped up suddenly. “Well, well, well, my dark angel; found yourself a dark prince have you?” Gerard made to punch Frank in the arm, but whilst he had been concentrating on Mikey and Ray he hadn’t noticed Frank moving his arms in a vice like grip. Frank leant forward really close and whispered in Gerard’s ear, his voice laced with worry and jealousy. “It’s not like officially official, end of; you’re committed to him, is it?” He had leant back and Gerard saw the worry in Frank’s eyes; his actions portrayed how he was preparing himself for bad news.

“No. No, it was one night, we kissed, and he came back with me, we slept… literally slept…” Gerard grinned and rubbed Frank’s arm comfortingly.

“Good, because I know we said no commitments and stuff, but hell, man, you looked really happy in there.”

Gerard leant in and kissed Frank gently on his lips. “I am happy; really happy. And you’re one of the main reasons I feel happy.” Frank smiled and kissed Gerard on his forehead. They both turned to the rest of the group only to be greeted with the sight of all three miming puking actions. “Shut up!” Gerard said, grinning.

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Gerard ran his hands under Frank’s t-shirt, feeling the toned stomach under his fingers. Frank’s breath caught and Gerard ran his hands down to the waist band of his jeans, sliding his fingers under the elastic of Frank’s boxers.

Gerard and Frank had moved to the bed only minutes after seeing the rest of the group out the front door. Gerard, feeling suddenly very aroused and dominant, had pushed Frank down on the bed, and straddled him, all the time placing open mouthed kisses down his neck.

Frank moaned his back arching as he did so. Frank never did passion with grace. He enjoyed it too much to be bothered about technicalities such as slow movements and quiet whispered words of passion. In truth Frank always felt quite feral when caught within the throes of passion.

Gerard leant down and kissed Frank. Frank’s lips felt soft and warm against his own. Frank’s tongue felt like heaven. Frank felt like paradise. Gerard sat back on Frank’s hips, leaving Frank on his back, his t-shirt raised to show his stomach and chest. Gerard spoke softly, rocking on Frank’s erection softly as he did so. “Do you think of me as a whore?”

Frank opened his eyes, shocked. “Hell no! Why would you say that?”

“There’s you and now hopefully Bert and then there’s…” Gerard caught himself. He had almost mentioned the other person. “It’s just… if people knew I was shagging all these people then they’d have a fucking field day. I’d be a whore.”

Frank giggled. “Or some sex-crazed maniac from whom mothers need to lock up their obsessed fandaughters and fansons.”

Gerard tilted his head to the side. “This isn’t funny. I’m feeling shitty, and like a whore and attempting to spill my heart out to you and all you’re doing is making jokes? Explain to me why I put up with you…”

Frank grinned again. “Because I’m so fucking handsome and because I love you, and because I tell you you’re pretty and because I can play submissive… and of course, because we have great sex.” Frank watched as a small smile played on Gerard’s lips. Frank leant forward to sit up facing Gerard. “You’re not a whore. You’re nothing of the sort. We’re good together. We just fit, there is something that clicks with us and I don’t want to loose that feeling of belonging, and I don’t think you do either. You and whoever you are with other than me is… Well, it’s like your therapy. You aren’t like those dudes who go out and shag the first body you can find. I could get all psychological and shit on you now, you know with the ‘you had a bad childhood, you need to feel accepted’ and all that bullshit, but it would be just a long and boring and totally inappropriate conversation, because it all boils down to the fact that you are in no way a whore. At all… Ever…”

Gerard felt a tear stroll down his cheek. He felt his eyes drift shut as Frank’s affectionate, soft lips kissed it away. Slowly Gerard felt himself being pushed back as Frank soon came to rest upon him, removing Gerard of his boxer-shorts as he did so.

Frank took off his own shirt after he had removed Gerard’s. Frank’s moan was echoed by Gerard as skin met skin: their senses tingling all over. Frank kissed a trail down Gerard’s chest, down his stomach, slowly unbuttoning Gerard’s jeans as he did so.

Gerard whispered Frank’s name when he came, his actions smooth and feline, his back arched, his head thrown back, sweat running down his face, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, gasping for breath. He was beauty personified. He was like a perfect piece of art. Watching Gerard as he whispered Frank’s name over and over, it wasn’t long before he felt his own breath come short and pure ecstasy closed in.

*~*~*

It was the afternoon. Mikey, Ray and Bob had gone out to find a café to eat. Frank and Gerard had declined the offer and told them that they would be along later. Ray had grinned and winked, “Sure you will, mate.” He had said. Bob had laughed and walked out, eager for food. Mikey, however had looked upset. As though he felt he was missing something which he deserved to be a part of. He had tried hard to hide it, but Gerard had caught the look.

Gerard hated doing this. He hated being able to be so open about all his partners… all of them but one. And every time he was with someone new it hurt him to see the one he loved, in more ways than one, lower his head and smile his fake smile.

Mikey followed behind Bob. Watching his hair move slightly as the wind blew it. His mind was flickering images across his eyes, like an old projector movie. There was him and Gerard when they were little; there were the family photos, the images of Gerard and his partners, the images of Mikey and his partners. Then, finally there were the images of Mikey and Gerard together.

When they were very young they had had a fairly normal relationship. They were always brothers. They fought, of course, which siblings didn’t? But all arguments were forgotten within a day. They were perfectly suited as siblings in that Gerard always stood up for Mikey when he was taunted and teased, and Mikey always comforted Gerard when his own taunting and teasing became too much. They were tit for tat, one for the other.

Mikey remembered all too well when he had realised that he was in love with his brother. It was a horrible experience. Two years of angst filled drug abuse and alcohol. He was nineteen, and he was trying desperately to “not be in love with him”.

Through Mikey’s mind played the numerous images of all those times when he had tried desperately to tell Gerard how he felt, but how he always choked up. He always stopped. Always became weak. Then there was that evening…
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