Indiscriminate Illusions (Misc. Oneshots)

Wipe Off That Makeup (Frerard)

Pairing: Gerard Way/Frank Iero

Rating: Explicit

Triggers: none besides my bad writing from years ago

I threw down my eyeliner in disgust and began scrubbing furiously at my face, trying to erase the crooked Xs I had attempted to draw over my eyes. I just couldn't seem to get them right today, and it was driving me crazy.

"Gee—can you come in here?" I called out loudly, hoping he didn't have his "shut the fuck up" headphones in at the moment.

"Yeah, Frank—what is it?" Gerard poked his gorgeous head into the door of the tour bus, his hair and makeup already flawless as usual.

"I can't seem to get my makeup right, and I really want it to look good for the show tonight," I pouted sullenly.

"Well, no wonder you keep messing up using that little hand mirror! Get your pretty face in the bathroom and I will fix it for you."

"I swear we should all pay you extra for doubling as our makeup artist," I joked as I followed Gerard into the small bathroom at the back of the bus.

"You couldn't afford me." Gerard flipped his hair in his usually sassy way, and I had to keep my arms pinned to my sides to prevent myself from running my fingers through his ebony locks or something else just as stupid that I would regret later.

Gerard motioned me over to the sink, and I hopped up obediently. As he was turned around digging through his makeup bag, I shamelessly ogled his ass... I mean—how could I not?

Okay, I have to come clean...at least in my mind anyway. I have had a crush on Gerard for about three years now, and I have been too much of a pansy to do anything about it.

All I have to show for my obsession was a few stolen kisses on stage, which probably didn't mean anything to Gerard, but I treasured every single one like it was a priceless gem, and I would pull up the memory of them whenever I was feeling down.

Lately, it was getting harder to keep my feelings to myself...,I felt like I had a rubber band pressed around my heart, and if I didn't release some of the tension soon, I was going to explode.

I kept telling myself I would reveal my feelings for him as soon as the right moment came up, but it never seemed like the perfect time to divulge my secret crush on him. I mean—what if he was disgusted by me? What if he decided he couldn't work with me anymore and kicked me out of the band? I just couldn't risk ruining the good thing we had going...even though I would give up anything to be with Gerard, I had to put the band first.

I was dragged out of my thoughts by Gerard tilting my head closer to him so he could begin redrawing my trademark Xs. 

Oh god - this could be bad...

The angle he had my head in forced me to stare right into his gorgeous hazel eyes. I always thought hazel was such a boring eye color until I met Gerard. Now I was pretty sure it was the most beautiful shade in the world.

He licked his lips absentmindedly as he applied my makeup, and I was forced to bite down on my own lip to suppress a groan from escaping.

"Frankie—don't do that to me..." Gerard whispered.

"Do what?" I was genuinely confused by his statement... I mean—I was just sitting here.

"Bite your lip like that."

"Oh, sorry. It's just a nervous habit. I'll stop if it bothers you." I released my lip from between my teeth, even though I still didn't understand why it bugged Gerard so much.