a hail of bullets - frerard

1. it was the roar of the crowd

warning: this book has some very graphic sex scences but the first chapter is cute :)

frank's pov

There had always been underlying sexual tension between Gerard and I, but today it was significantly different. It was after the first leg of our revenge tour, our last show before our break of two weeks, (after which we were to fly to london.)
We were playing prison, which is one of my favourites, as Gee seems to get off on that song or something, during the bridge, he was jumping around performing like the amazing frontman he is (i couldn't help but notice how beautiful he looked under the fluorescent stage lights; sweat and angst glistening on his perfect, pretty face.)

I was so enthralled by his beauty that I hardly noticed his face was inches from mine. He looked me directly in the eyes for a split second, then our lips collided, he held my head for a moment. His hand was gripping my hair and in that moment, i was so filled with passion and lust, i thought i might melt. We were so full of adrenaline, high on the roar of the crowd. In a split second, he was gone. My skin was burning where he touched me and my lips were pining for more.

The rest of that show was a blur, it consisted of a lot of sweat, me thrashing my beloved pansy around, and of course, Gerard way being impossibly sexy fucker he was.

We ended with Helena. The last guitar rang out and as the lights dimmed, Gerard and I locked eyes again and grinned like foolish schoolboys. That simple gesture that now was not a common expression on his face, meant so much to me and said a thousand words. In that moment he was the only thing that mattered.