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Vapor Transmission	By : VindictiveDiva Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1306 -:- 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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Chrissy's portion.

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a/n: i haven't given up on Either It's Good Luck or Horrifying Bad, i just took a break. so enjoy! and review, or i'll kill you...
miss disaster
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Frank looked up at the man who had started hitting on him. Paige. Bass player for some and called Orgy. Paige was pretty hot. Frank was pretty drunk. He smiled at something he said, but wasn’t really paying attention. He was really only wondering how long it would take the other man to ask him to leave with him. Already, he knew Paige would want to be the one who asked. That was fine with him. He just sipped his drink.

“Where are you going?” Frank shouted at Mikey as he turned to leave.

“Going to make Gee come socialize!” he shouted and then touched the man in the leather pants, Ryan, that was his name. Mikey touched his arm, “Don’t go anywhere!”

Ryan shook his head. He wasn’t leaving. Watching him watch Mikey’s ass as he walked away, Frank could understand why, Mikey had a great butt, even if he was super skinny.

“So you’re in a band?” Paige asked and Frank rolled his mental eyes at him. Why can’t he just get it over with? It’s not like he really cares, so why ask.

“Yeah. We’re actually only in New York for a couple of days.” He said instead.

“That’s cool. Where are you staying?” Paige moved a little closer, dancing with Frank a little.

‘At last.’ Frank grinned, “We are staying at the Ford Mobile Lodge right now.” Picking up on Paige’s look of utter confusion, he grinned wider, “We’re staying in our van.”

Paige smiled, “Oh! That sucks. I’ve got a great hotel room, if you want to come and see it.”

“I would love to.” Frank took Paige’s hand and led him to the exit.

Ryan shook his head after them.

Mikey reappeared, still looking back at Gerard and the vinyl dude, “Frankie, I think we should keep and eye on Gee. I don’t want him to wander off with that random shiny guy.” Mikey turned back around, finding only Ryan, “Frank! Where’s Frank?”

Outside, Frank led the way to where their van was parked, wanting to let Ray, their team mom, know he wasn’t kidnapped or something. He pounded on the side of the van before opening the door, “Raymond? Are you home?”

“What?” A fluffy head poked out of the back seat.

“Ray, I’m just letting you know that I won’t be crammed into the van tonight. I’m going to meet you at the club before sound check ok?” He didn’t realize he was still holding Paige’s hand.

Ray cocked an eyebrow, “Sure thing. Stay safe.” He said in a mocking motherly tone.

They heard grumbling from the very back of the van, “Fucking shut up! I’m trying to sleep assholes.”

“I see Matt’s lovely as ever.” Frank sighed, “Well, I’ll see you later.”

Ray waved and disappeared into the bowels of their van, leaving Frank to shut the door.

“Who’s Matt?” Paige asked, looking back at the van as if he expected a troll to pop out form underneath.

“Our drummer. He’s a douche bag. But.” Frank shrugged and noticed he was still leading, “So where are we going?”

Paige smiled and dragged Frank in the opposite direction, “This way.”

He ducked his head with a sheepish grin and followed. It was only a short distance to the hotel Orgy was staying at. Paige led Frank into the elevator and up to his room.

Frank looked around, whistling. He’d never stayed in a hotel as nice as that one. It was decorated in creams and whites, all very soothing and generic. But the bed was a big cherry wood four poster that looked like the most comfortable bed in the world. He desperately hoped that someday My Chemical Romance made enough money to afford a hotel as nice as this when they toured. Or a hotel at all. He wouldn’t turn up his nose at Motel 6.

“So…” Paige said, moving to stand by the dresser.

“Yeah.” Frank walked up to Paige, deciding that he’d had enough, and kissed him, bunching his hands in the back of Paige’s shirt.

Paige was surprised, but not disappointed. He kissed Frank back and threaded his fingers through Frank’s hair, tugging his head to a different angle. He teased the younger man’s lips with his tongue, sliding it across the seam, pausing on the shiny metal ring that pierced it and tugging gently. With a sigh, Frank opened his mouth and allowed Paige access. Paige explored Frank’s mouth, lingering on the taste of cigarettes and beer.

Paige pushed against Frank, shuffling them toward the bed. Frank sat down with a thump and allowed their lips to part only long enough for Paige to take their shirts off. Paige’s shirt got stuck on his hair and Frank let out a brief chuckle before the other man freed himself from the shirt and tossed it aside. Frank pulled Paige back to him with a tug on the waistband of his shiny pants. He leaned down and captured Frank’s lips again, laying them both back on the bed. Their hard ons met through their pants and both men groaned, hips jerking.

Frank unbuttoned Paige’s pants and pushed them down his hips. They got stuck on his boots and both men sat back. Paige took off his boots and discarded his pants. Frank followed suit and when Paige covered him again with his body for another deep kiss, their dicks met without any barriers between them. Frank moaned loudly and wrapped his legs around Paige’s hips, freeing his mouth and moving to kiss the other man’s neck and shoulders. Paige kissed his way down Frank’s neck, stopping on the tattoo of a scorpion. He reached between them and stroked Frank’s cock, torturing himself every time the small man’s hips jerked, bringing his ass into contact with Paige’s own straining erection.

“Please!” Frank gasped, “Fuck me!”

“Sure thing baby.” Paige said huskily, getting up and rummaging in his bag. He returned to the bed with a bottle of lube and crawled back in between Frank’s legs, “Ready?” he asked, slicking his fingers with the clear substance.

Frank nodded, digging his head into the pillow, throat working without releasing any sound as Paige slid a finger inside him carefully.

Paige’s cock twitched almost painfully as he worked a finger in and out of Frank, kissing him, licking his way down his chest, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking it lightly. He was so tight, Paige added another finger, trying his best not to hurry since he didn’t want to hurt the little guitarist.

“Yes!” Frank hissed, jerking his hips up, “More.”

Paige thought he was going to pass out for a second as all the blood in his body rushed to his groin. He managed to stay conscious and inserted another finger. Frank’s lips desperately sought out Paige’s and they tried to devour each other. Paige finally deemed Frank prepared and sat back, coating his dick with lube. He positioned himself at Frank’s entrance and slowly pressed in. Frank groaned, wrapping his legs higher up on Paige’s hips. Paige finally got himself fully seated in Frank’s tight heat and he rested for a moment with his face in he crook of his neck.

Frank started moving before Paige. He pulled back and thrust up as much as he could with the other man lying on top of him. He let out a strangled moan when Paige began to thrust on his own. He gripped Frank’s thighs as he pulled out and pushed in, both men moaning and grunting, muttering obscene things to each other.

Before long, Paige felt a tightening in his belly and knew he was close. He shifted positions, angling his thrusts so he hit Frank’s prostate each time. Frank screamed something unintelligible, digging his nails into Paige’s forearms. Paige wrapped a hand around Frank’s cock and started stroking him in time with his thrusts.

Frank’s eyes crossed and rolled to the back of his head. Paige’s fingers were pulling on him deftly as his cock continued to hit his prostate. Sooner than he even thought possible, he was screaming, “I’m coming! Oh fuck!” he came all over Paige’s hand.

The muscles twitching around his cock was too much and Paige came with a groan, lying on top of Frank.

They panted together, covered in sweat and come. Paige moved to the side and pulled the covers up around them.

“Hey Paige?” Frank asked sleepily.

“Hmm.” He was already half asleep.

“How do you sleep with your hair like that?”

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