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Living Life The Good Way	By : GothicalWishes Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1328 -:- 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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Author's Notes: Sorry to everyone who reviewed previously, However hopefully it's incentive to review again! YAY! I'm also in the process of re-editing and re-posting it. I'm adding scenes and correcting mistakes, so keep checking, I'll have everthing done as soon as possible, but I have exams this months so it'll probably be February before everything gets well underway. I put a *RE-EDITED* above the chapters I have finished re-editing, so far it is only chapter 1 , but I am part way though 2, so please keep on reading and enjoying, and I also know that there are 11 chapters to this fic in total, and I have the ending written! So, woohoo!

CHAPTER 1

Gerard Way stared into his dark cup of coffee. It was a dull Friday afternoon and he had the day all to himself. The idea had sounded great at the time. Mikey, Bob and Ray were out doing an interview for Kerrang Magazine, much to their disgust. They hated having to give up their free days, especially as they were now so rare. Frankie had disappeared as soon as he had eaten this morning, dressed and gone by eight: which had left Gerard a day literally to himself and he had struggled to find things to pass the time.

The morning he had passed in the small bed of his motel room, Gerard hated mornings. At noon he had decided that enough was enough and he absolutely had to get up and drag his lonely, sorry arse out of his cess pit and do something. That was how he found himself at ‘Tchibo’s Coffee House’. Boredom and want for a strong coffee had driven him there.

Gerard paid the man behind the register, picked up the hot polystyrene cup and parked himself at a table in the corner of the dimly lit room. Typical loner move, he thought to himself as he shifted, trying to get comfortable in the old wooden chair. He didn’t have a problem with being at such places alone. The worn red walls and the quiet chatter gave him a strong feeling of loss, and try as he might; he could never place it to a particular object or memory. To Gerard it was one of those feelings which hurt and made you feel sad and lonely, but one which you revelled in and went back to because it made you feel the same over and over again. He supposed you could liken it to watching sad movies. You watch a sad movie and your heart breaks in two, you can spend hours obsessing and crying over the sad aspect and you feel like crap after, but yet you go out and buy the DVD and you watch it over and over, each time exposing yourself to those heartbreaking feelings.

Gerard rested his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes to try and rid himself of the sudden tiredness which often overcame him in places which were so uncomfortably hot. When he looked up he was startled to see another man sat opposite him, at the same table.

“You’re Gerard aren’t you, from that band, My Chemical Romance?” The man said. His hair was long and dark, matching his eyes, and the hand which he stuck out across the table was rough yet clean.

Gerard stared at the intruder to his table with open mouthed shock. “Uh… yea.” He said in a tone which expressed his totally confused and slightly wary feelings. The face, although obviously new to him triggered thoughts that he should probably know the bearer. It had a very rock band type handsomeness and the clothing and jewellery agreed with Gerard’s thinking. It took a few seconds for the image to assign itself to a name in Gerard’s mind.

“Bert McCracken, The Used, lead vocals.” Gerard said reeling off the facts about the face before him he had stored in his often unreliable memory.

“That’s the one,” Bert grinned as Gerard shook his outstretched hand. “Hope you don’t mind me parking myself here. You looked a little lonely. Thought I’d come and give you some company.”

Gerard smiled his practiced, obligatory smile. Fangirls and many Fanguys often took it upon themselves to keep him company. Whilst at first he had told them to piss off, he was now under strict orders from the rest of the band, and his manager to at least make an attempt at politeness. In a sense this situation was slightly different. Bert was no Fanguy, and he definitely wasn’t a Fangirl, Gerard smirked slightly at his thought, and he so much better looking than all those self appointed minders Gerard was usually lumbered with.

The final thought shocked Gerard. On second thoughts, no it didn’t. Bert was good looking and Gerard had been single and not so happy for a few months now. He had adopted a slightly cynical outlook on life and often rated everyone by how much chance he thought he had with them. The answers were always low.

“So, why are you here on your own then?” Bert said conversationally, pointedly looking at his hands which were gripped around his own cup of something hot and internally warming.

Gerard considered his situation silently for a few minutes. He could say that he would rather be alone, and then sit… alone, and wallow in his idiotic allowance of letting Bert disappear. He could leave, although he was here first, and he hadn’t even started his coffee. Or he could sit and speak with Bert. Hopefully leading to an acquaintanceship, followed by a friendship, and soon after, hot passionate sex…

Needless to say Gerard chose the latter option.

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A few hours later Gerard and Bert were talking like they had known each other for years. As the hours passed, Gerard found himself more and more attracted to Bert. There was something which was just plain likeable about him. His mannerisms, which reminded Gerard of Mikey when he’d had too many blue Smarties and his personality, which was outgoing and honest, something Gerard admired in everyone.

“Yea, so there’s this really great club like thing I found the other night. Manor, it’s called. It’s like all dark and gothic type, and well… You fancy coming along?” Bert said really fast, scratching his elbow in a display of nerves. He had been leading up to the question for the past three hours.

He was surprised when he had seen Gerard in the coffee house alone as he secretly really liked Gerard. His own outlook on his silent obsession with pale gothic-looking men was that he was allowed to have fangirl crushes too. He had heard of My Chemical Romance from around and about, seeing them once at a party they had gone to, adding Gerard to his fangirl crush list on sight.

Gerard had looked up at the request and Bert could see him thinking it through. “When’s it on?”

“Tonight. About nine start. Finish anytime before three. Wear what you like.” Bert said, slowly breaking into a smile. “Drinks are on me.”

Gerard smiled too. “Not bad perks for a first date.”

Bert raised an eyebrow. “No, not bad at all. Is that a yes then?”

“Yes.”

“Good, good. Well, that gives you three hours to get ready, think you can make it…” Bert flashed an evil grin, “Sweetheart.”

Gerard burst into laughter. “Yea, I think I can do that. I always like a challenge.”

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Eight thirty strolled around and Gerard was stood in front of his mirror scrutinising his reflection. Black jeans, black t shirt, black shirt finished with a red tie. Well, variety is the spice of life. Hair perfectly tousled, eyeliner thick… all set to go.

Gerard shoved his hands in his pockets and holding his breath, exited the bathroom to the main area of his hotel room. Bert was lounging on the bed, staring up at the mottled peach ceiling, tinted with the colour from the smoke of numerous cigarettes: a stain which never comes off.

Bert looked up when Gerard entered the room. He had the sudden urge to laugh. It reminded him of one of those teen movies where the girlfriend would walk down the stairs into the hallway where her date from the prom would greet her, tell her she looked beautiful, and no doubt cheat on her by the end of the night. Bert whistled, giggling all the way through. Gerard walked over and punched him on the arm. “Shut it.”

Bert stood up, his breathing still punctuated by quiet laughter. And in a moment of shameless flirting, he grabbed Gerard by the waist, leading him out the room saying, “C’mon Cinder’s. You shall go to the ball.”

The ride to the club was great. Bert had copious amounts of alcohol in the back of whoever’s car they were in. By the time they stumbled from the seat and into the queue for the club, Gerard felt very, very tipsy. The queue, fortunately, moved quickly and Gerard and Bert tried to keep themselves low key… not to much success though. Drunken flirting drew attention, especially in a queue where there was no other subject for observation than the other members of the queue.

Inside Gerard stood looking around. The place was very, very crowded. People were everywhere and the noise was almost deafening: and they were only standing in the lobby. The yellow and black paint contrasted with the array of dark colours worn by all the occupants.

Gerard found himself being dragged through the lobby and through a door. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the almost non-existent lighting within the new room. The walls were painted black, as was the floor and ceiling. There were flashing UV lights on the ceiling and in the far corner was a large bar, surrounded by a great mass of bodies. The noise was horrendous. A Korn song was being belted out from the large speakers placed all around the room’s perimeter. A large mosh-pit had started and people were jumping around, their limbs flying everywhere, people on the outside shouting at each other in an attempt to hold a conversation, others pressed up against the wall snogging, others debating whether or not to join the death trap in front of them.

Gerard looked around for Bert, and finally spotted him up at the bar trying to get served. Gerard placed himself against a wall and surveyed the scene before him with some fascination. People of all ages surrounded him. The noise heightened the dizzy drunken feeling rushing through his veins. A few minutes later Bert appeared in front of him holding a large plastic cup of black liquid, holding it out to Gerard, who took it, peering into the contents, wondering what on earth it was. It smelt like liquorice.

Bert leant towards him, placing his lips against Gerard’s ear, whose breath caught in his throat. “It’s called ‘Wake up Juice’,” Bert shouted. Gerard regained his breath as Bert leant back. Bert smiled, his eyes darkened further from the bad lighting. Gerard smiled back and downed the whole cup, Bert following suit not long after.

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Time passed quickly. It was almost one in the morning when Gerard found himself leaning against the wall where he had consumed his first of many drinks. Music was still pounding in his ears. He was totally drunk, yet he still remembered everything that had happened so far during the evening. If anything he just felt like he had been given lots and lots of extra energy. Adrenaline and heat was running through his veins. He leant on the wall, closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

Bert came from the mosh-pit area and looked around, searching. He had seen Gerard move away a little while ago and finally spotted him over near the area where they had been standing at the start of the night. He was stood leaning against the wall, his head back, his eyes closed, breathing deeply. Bert assumed Gerard was feeling the same feeling that he was. Like a huge buzz of energy was being constantly fed to him. He could feel the blood pulsing at his fingertips. Bert gulped a few deep breaths of his own and made his way to Gerard.

Gerard opened his eyes and saw Bert standing before him, hair wet and face glistening in the lighting. His eyes glittered. Gerard smiled and poked his tongue out, feeling suddenly childish. Bert looked momentarily shocked. That was something he was definitely not expecting, Gerard thought smugly. Bert looked beautiful like this: darkness surrounding him, eyes glittering with energy, and… something else which Gerard struggled to define. His hair was ruffled and tousled, his hoodie having been removed, now tied around his waist, and a short sleeved black t-shirt sporting some kind of smart-arse comment allowing view of his long arms, numerous bands and colours making him look adorable and hippie-like. Gerard stared deep into his Bert’s eyes, his breathing ragged. It was then that the sensation hit him; a sudden surge of lust.

Bert caught it. He saw it flash across Gerard’s eyes. He saw it in how Gerard’s body position suddenly changed, and, just staring into Gerard’s eyes, Bert felt it coursing through his own body too. In one movement he leant forward and caught Gerard’s lips against his own. Bert felt Gerard’s sudden intake of breath, followed by a deep moan which made Bert’s heart beat faster. He ran his tongue along Gerard’s lips, and moaned himself when Gerard’s mouth opened and he tasted Gerard for the first time.

The kiss was hot and passionate. Gerard lifted his hands and placed them either side of Bert’s face, holding his face there, as if afraid he would move away at any moment. Bert had no intention of moving anywhere, he moved his tongue along Gerard’s, running his hands down Gerard’s chest and stopping when he reached the top of his jeans. Gerard had moved and was now starting to kiss down Bert’s neck, his open and wet kisses turning Bert on, making him moan. Bert pushed his hands violently under Gerard’s shirt and scratched his nails up Gerard's chest, his back arching back, as Gerard let out a feral moan which reverberated straight down to Bert’s cock. Bert breathed heavily and pushed Gerard back against the wall, claiming his lips once again. The wet, soft heat made all the more erotic due to the adrenaline and passion coursing through their veins. Gerard tasted of cigarettes and liquorice, and Bert decided that that was the best taste in the world.

Bert finally pulled back. His breath harsh, his face flushed and his eyes laced with lust and passion. He ran his finger down Gerard’s neck, down his body, resting his hands on Gerard’s hips. Bert leant into Gerard’s ear, he whispered, his lips catching Gerard’s ears, making sensuous shivers run up Gerard’s spine. “Want to go?”

Bert’s whisper was quiet, and laced with desire. Gerard heard it, and his breath caught again, his eye’s fluttering shut. He managed to stay conscious, and nodded. Bert smiled and reached into his own back pocket and pulled out a mobile, dialled a number, while Gerard rest against the wall, thumbs looped through the belt loops at the back of Bert’s jeans. Through the foggy passion in his mind, he could make out the sounds of Bert attempting to shout to whoever was on the other end of the phone. Gerard felt a glint flash across his own eyes, as he pulled Bert close to his body and rubbed against him, biting his neck at the same time. Bert shouted down the phone, “Jesus Christ. Oh… Oh God. Erm.. Yea, cool.” Bert breathed hard and winced as he tried desperately to keep his cool whilst on the phone. “Right, Thanks.” He finished hurriedly before grabbing Gerard and kissing him violently. “Naughty, naughty.” He whispered as he pulled back, and took Gerard’s arm, leading him out of the club.

The cab ride home was hell. They could feel each other only feel away. By the time they had arrived at Gerard’s hotel they had both calmed down, refusing to shag in the back of a friends car. Gerard opened the door but sat looking at Bert. He didn’t know what to say. Come up? See you tomorrow? You’re so very hot? At a loss for words, and probably rational thinking too, Gerard just took the easy option and laced his fingers through Bert’s, pulling him from the car. Bert grinned at the driver as he was being pulled from the car, who nodded and winked a knowing wink back. Bert pushed shut the door behind him and followed Gerard all the way through the hotel to his room, where they undressed quickly and were in the bed in no time at all, wearing boxers and t-shirts. Bert lay back into the pillows, his eyes heavy and his mind racing. He sighed deeply as Gerard snuggled close to him and rest his leg across him; Gerard’s arm across his chest. Bert smiled a small smile and closed his eyes as Gerard blew gently on Bert’s neck, running his tongue where a bruise had started to appear, before resting his head on Bert's shoulder, and falling into a quiet sleep.
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