Frerard - Much More Than Friends (Part 2 of the 'Just Friends' Series)

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Frank was honestly loving everything about his life right now.

He loved being on the road, feeling carefree as they rolled into one town after another. The buzz of playing would never become boring to him, he knew that, but what he hadn't expected to love almost as much as the gigs themselves, was the lifestyle of being on the road. Yes, it was grotty and gross all being cooped up together in a shithole of a van, parking up in the roughest areas of towns and dealing with the drunk assholes that would pass by, but it was like nothing he could have imagined. These guys had always been special to him, but they were now like family. They bounced ideas off one another during the day (once they had finally rolled out of their bunks), and then they got wasted after the shows and laughed like there was no tomorrow.

Frank knew that he was partying probably a little too much, but he was very much of the opinion that 'you're only young once,' so didn't let himself worry too much about what he was smoking or drinking. As long as they all put on the best show possible, then they deserved to kick back and enjoy whatever shit they could get their hands on. Didn't they?

He was loving playing. Their crowds were getting bigger and bigger and although he was nervous when he forced himself to look out at the faces before him, he couldn't help but feed off the crowd's adoration for them. He was becoming more and more confident, and if he was truly honest, he absolutely loved the attention he was receiving from his increasingly adoring fans. There were both girls and guys that would shout to them as they left the stage, and some of what they had to say was enough to make anyone blush in embarrassment. Still, Frank couldn't deny that he was enjoying the filthy remarks that he would hear called over to him. He would pretend not to hear, but just knowing that people were going crazy over him, had him craving it more and more.

He was still a horny fucker after every show (the obscene requests he was receiving making him even more so), but he didn't have Gerard here with him or even any privacy to deal with the matter straight after the show, so he would instead get drunk and high and usually try to quietly jack off in his bunk in the early hours of the morning while his head was spinning and his movements uncoordinated. He would roll onto his side facing the wall of the bus and fumble with the zip of his jeans that he was usually still wearing. He would allow his mind to picture his beloved Gee going down on him as he pushed his dick through his fist, biting his pillow in an attempt to muffle any stray moans that had the potential to escape. He hated to admit it, but lately, he'd started to also picture some of the cute guys that had been in the crowd of one of the shows while he was getting himself off. Guilt instantly hit him however, and he would force the face of Gerard back into his mind as he worked on himself and brought himself to his climax. The following day, all thoughts of strangers fucking him and sucking him off would be gone and he would call his boyfriend and catch up on his life.

It had been getting harder and harder to get hold of Gerard however, both of their work schedules completely at odds with the others. They would often miss calls and had somehow come to an unspoken agreement that they would just speak to each other at the weekends. He instantly felt relaxed at hearing Gerard's soothing voice and missed him terribly. It was missing him that generally made Frank get much more wasted than completely necessary, although he couldn't deny that once he was off his face, he and the guys would have an amazing night. They were all stoned and putting the world to rights, getting up to antics that were usually reserved for teenage boys discovering alcohol for the first time (pushing each other down the street in a shopping cart, running naked through parking lots, jumping from the roof of the bus into bushes). It was the kind of fun Frank felt like he'd missed out on as a teenager and he was loving everything about it.

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Their last gig had been cancelled and as a result were headed home early. Frank couldn't wait to see Gerard and had decided not to tell him and instead was planning on getting home, picking up some ingredients and cooking a romantic meal for when his boyfriend returned home from work.