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Don't Give A Damn	By : MCRsavdME Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1774 -:- 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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Disclaimer: This is NOT true. NONE of this happened. It is purely and only from my crazy drugged up head. I do not own My Chemical Romance, (if I did I wouldn’t share haha) or know them, I do not profit from this in any way shape or form, anyway you wouldn’t want to sue, I’m a broke ass eighteen year old living with my parents probably till they kick me out. Once again this is all FICTION as in NOT TRUE!!!!!!!

A/N: I hate having to put disclaimers but you never know, people can be really stupid sometimes and believe it to be true. Ok I tried to get this out as fast as I could I know I left ya’ll on a cliffhanger the last time, that was very intentional, and I am proud of it, and I’m sorry if you were freaking out to know what happens. I am on vacation in North Carolina with internet access at the hotel. I have lots of free time to write. Please Read and Review. I really enjoy reading what you have to say about the story, were you think it is going and what you would like to happen. Tell me about problems with the story or if you did not understand parts of it due to poor writing!! I really appreciate ya’lls criticism, good and bad!! I love ya all and please keep reading!!!

Gerard lay curled up in a ball of pain, his usually spotless white clothes were now splattered red in various places. The dirt from the ground was gathering on his clothing, his black pants were turning a slow mucking brown.

“Ah fuck Frank!! Eghhh, what the fuck did you do that for!!” Gerard’s movements had slowed and he was now breathing deeply, laying on his back. His hands were clenching his chest were he had been hit the most. His chest was clearly rising and falling with each labored breath.

“Cause you didn’t listen to me, that’s why!” Frank smirked down at Gerard as he blew on the tip of his gun, causing a low whistling sound to be heard. He then proceeded to put it back in the holster of his black and red pants. He continued to look around to see if anyone was coming. There was no one in site, save for Mikey sitting and ‘guarding’ Ray and Matt.

“Yeah of course I didn’t listen to you Frodo, but damn it, did you have to freeze those damn paintballs?!! It hurts like hell!! Eghhh” (A/N: If you’ve never been shot with FROZEN pant balls be happy it hurts SO bad, and it does break the skin.) Gerard slowly stood up to his feet, out of breath and gasping for air as he did so, he was still grabbing at some various locations that the paintballs had hit. He dusted the dirt off of his pants and shirt the best he could before leaning against the tree to catch his breath further.

“Yeah I actually HAD to freeze them. I heard they hurt like hell when you freeze them. I was betting that we would have some time off, either that or just shoot ya’ll when ever.” With that said Frank pulled out the gun again and fired a few rounds at the tree, sending bark flying off in every witch direction.

“Shit Frank, you sure you just froze those, looks like you did more than that!?” Gerard was staring at the spot on the tree that Frank had opened fire upon. Frank pulled out the magazine of paintball bullets and showed them to Gerard. Sure enough they were just plain old frozen paint balls.

“Ha I even froze them into little blocks of ice!! Ha that must of hurt like hell!” Frank put the magazine back in and started laughing at the “funny” situation he caused.

“Well why the fuck did you freeze them, you like hurting people, especially me don’t you Frank!! Admit it you’re a sadist!! You find pleasure in hurting people!!” Gerard picked up a rock and threw it at Frank, hitting him in the back as Frank turned to avoid a frontal impact. Frank just continued to laugh as Gerard threw rock after rock at his friend hitting him in various locations but not his attended goal, his big head.

“No Gerard, I’m no sadist like you, I’m more of a masochist, I’d much rather take care of someone, after they’ve been hurt, than to hurt them.” A small grin appeared on Frank’s face as he said this, advancing towards Gerard with an out stretched hand.

Gerard swatted the hand away, giving Frank a dark glare, warning him with his eyes not to come any closer.

“I’ll take my chances Gee.” Frank stepped even closer to Gerard, taking the mans hands from his body and placing them around his waist. Smiling as he looked up into the mans eyes he simply said, “I can make everything better.” With this Frank attached his lips to that of Gerard’s. Ever so softly he added more pressure to the kiss until his mouth was open, waiting for Gerard to deepen the kiss.

Taking his chances he tentatively put his tongue against Gerard’s lips, waiting still for Gerard to deepen the kiss. When Gerard kept his lips firmly shut, Frank pulled away looking up to see what was wrong.

“I don’t think your sorry, you did that for fun.” His face was a pale blank canvas void of any expression, staring back at Frank with his eyes of emerald green. His face use to hold so much warmth and joy in it. You had to search for it, but Frank always saw it and loved seeing it. This blank expression scared him more than anything.

“Gee, I’m sorry, I really am, I didn’t think you would be mad. Did it really hurt that bad?” Frank looked down to were the red paint had splattered, and could see that the paintballs had broken threw the shirt, and broke threw parts of the skin as well.

“Oh my god Gee, I’m so sorry, why, why didn’t you say anything. You should have told me! Here let’s go get you cleaned up…” Frank was beginning to pull Gerard towards the van, ready to get out the first aid kit they kept in it. They always kept a first aid kit with them, it was something that they learned was a necessity for them after a show.

“No, no Frank, I’m ok. But it does still hurt a little…” Gerard stood fully up off the tree and started limping to a nearby seat, exaggerating the problem severely.
“Oh mm I’m I’m so sorry is there anything that I can do? Anything, just ask and you got it!!” Frank walked over and joined his friend on the bench, pulling the mans head to lay in his lap.

“You think you could kiss it and make it better?” An ever so small smirk appeared on Gerard’s face as he said this looking up into Franks eyes then back down to the various places that had been hit.

“You MEANY HEAD!! I was really worried, I thought I hurt you really bad!! No, no I will not kiss it and make it better, go kiss it yourself!” Frank jumped up from the bench sending Gerard’s head hitting the bench with a loud thud and began to run off ready to join the game again with the rest of the gang, but Gerard stopped him before he even got five feet away. Tackling him to the ground Gerard put his lips on Franks, kissing him ever so softly before whispering in his ear, “You know you want to, I bet you want to ‘kiss’ more than that.” Gerard’s hot breath tickled Franks skin as he said this sending chill up Franks back that was only intensified as Gerard once again placed his lips against Franks but this time deepening the kiss immediately. Gerard began to press his tongue against Frank’s lips until he entered Frank’s mouth, massaging the guitarists tongue with his own. Frank slowly wrapped his arms around Gerard’s body attempting to pull him closer only to have Gerard pull away.

“Kiss it, and make it better” Rolling them over Gerard lay on the ground looking up at Frank waiting for him to do what he had asked. Frank stared at Gerard with a questioning eye, wondering what this man was planning. Gerard always had something up his sleeves, he was always planning something and Frank hated falling victim to the man’s schemes. As Frank was staring at Gerard, trying ever so hard to read what was on the man’s mind, an evil smirk spread across Gerard’s face, causing Frank to shiver.

As soon as Frank saw this smile, a light bulb went off in his head and it all made sense, he knew immediately what Gerard was implying by asking him to ‘kiss’ it better.
“You’re an evil evil little man, aren’t you?” Frank smiled as he unbuttoned Gerard’s shirt and attaching his lips to the first wound he saw.

“You’re the evil ‘little’ man, but yes, I am, but you love it.” Gerard had pulled Franks hands into his own, entwining their fingers as their bodies became even further entwined. Making his way down Gerard’s chest, kissing, and licking at each wound he saw Frank made his way lower and lower down the singers body stopping at his torso.

“I kinda need my hands for this,” Frank pulled his hands out of Gerard’s and quickly undid the belt buckle, unbuttoning the jeans and pulling the zipper down all the way.

“Frank, you yyou don’t have to unless you wanttt” Gerard’s voice was stuck in his throat as he felt Frank yank his jeans down along with his boxers.

“You know I want to, besides, looks like I hit you here, I’m gonna kiss it and make it better, just like you asked.” With this said Frank bent down and kissed the tip of Gerard’s hardening length. He then quickly proceeded to take all of Gerard’s length into his mouth, pulling it in as far as he thought possible. He moaned ever softly as he felt Gerard grow hard in his mouth, his size increasing as it did so.

The humming Frank was making against his erection was causing Gerard to slowly thrust further into Frank’s mouth. Incoherent words spilled out of Gerard’s mouth as he wrapped his hands deep into Frank’s dark locks, pulling softly encouraging him to continue. Taking his mouth almost completely off Gerard’s length Frank blew his hot breath at the tip, making Gerard’s entire body to shiver at the feeling. Frank then dropped his head immediately back down onto Gerard length sucking on it as if it were a sucker. Frank slowly began to move his head at a furiously fast pace, each time almost completely taking his mouth off of Gerard, to taking every inch of him back in, swallowing around the length each time caused Gerard to buck his hips in pure frustration and ecstasy.

“Oh…mm, Fffraaa…. Frank, don don’t stop, god… d don’t stop!” Gerard had wrapped his legs around Franks back, forcing the man closer to him. Frank’s hands found there way up Gerard’s chest, running his hands back up and down his chest, hips, and torso. Gerard’s hips were thrusting into Frank’s throat, he was seeking release and Frank wanted to tease him along just a little more. Putting all the force he could muster he used his arms to keep Gerard’s hips against the ground, causing the mans groans to grow ever more prevalent.

Frank knew that Gerard wouldn’t last long at this rate. He slowed down his pace. Gerard’s pleads to go faster and harder were falling on deaf ears. He slowed down his pace till he finally stopped. Pushing himself off of Gerard and onto his feet Frank fixed his mussed up hair and shirt. Gerard lay in pure utter shock, wondering why Frank had got him so close just to stop before his release.

“You know Gerard, your very diabolical sometimes.” Continuing to straighten his hair, Frank looked down at Gerard in his disheveled state, “It’s time I start being diabolical as well.”

With that said Frank turned around and ran to the swing set, high-fiveing Mikey as he had managed to get the cigarette packs there for winning the game.

Gerard lay in utter shock, trying to catch his breath yet trying to find some release at the same time. Gerard finished himself off, thinking the entire time of how he was going to get the little tease back. Rubbing his hands on the grass, he fixed his jeans and stood up, trying to put himself back together the best he could. He looked up to see that Mikey and Frank were splitting the cigarettes that they had won between them. Ray and Matt were staring at them desperately, he could see each of them asking for one only to be teased with one and have it pulled from there hands. Gerard stood up and ran over to join the rest of the guys.

“Hey, sorry guys, Frank’s a sneaky little bastard you know.” Gerard looked at Frank to see he was wearing an evil smirk on his face. Frank pulled out one of the many cigarettes that he had just won from the game and began smoking it, blowing the smoke back into the rest of the groups face.

“Yeah, yeah, Frank can be quite sneaky, its cause of his height though, god knows he wouldn’t get away with half the stuff he does if it wasn’t for his total lack of height.” Ray stood up and patted Frank on the back. Franks blank and shocked almost offended expression left him paralyzed for a moment, long enough for Ray to remove the cigarette from his hand and take a puff before returning it and laughing at how offended Frank was acting.

“Yeah, well, uh… better to be short, than to be tall and have an AFRO!!” Frank shouted the last words as he ran off towards the van, Ray closely following behind him.

The rest of the band made there way back to the van. Laughing as Ray had Frank in a head lock. “Ok!! I take it back I take it back! Your hair is lovely, its not a fro!!” Ray let go of Franks head, and opened the door to the van, “much” Frank snuck in under his breath only to have Ray turn right back around and get a bottle of water poured on his head.

These antics were fairly common with the band. They really were each others best friends and they all got along amazingly. They had days like this every once in a while, were they were able to goof of and enjoy each other’s company. The rest of the band had reached the van and were getting out bottles of water of there own, laughing as Frank was trying to pour his own bottle of water back on to Ray.

Even though the band did drink a lot and were known to be drunk at the concerts, they did keep water with them and drank it often. They weren’t stupid about there health and knew they needed it stay healthy.

“Wow oh fuck man its 6:00, we need to get back to the club, I told the guy that we would be there at 6:30” Gerard opened the passenger side door of the van. Getting in as the rest of the band scurried to get in themselves. Ray ran around to the other side of the vehicle and started it up. The engine made its normal clunky clunk before it got started, and they pulled out of the park, and jumped on to the main road, heading back to the club.
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