(Frerard) If My Velocity Starts To Make You Sweat

Really Frank?

I had never been very interactive, or "internet savvy" but this was getting weird, even for me.
I heard a door open, and started to minimize my tab, going back to my home screen.
"Gerard, you done warming up?" Ray asks, my head popping up at my name being said.
"We are on in a second."
"Oh, yeah, i'll be there, just... Give me a minute." I quickly close my laptop and put it in the only drawer in the small "dressing room," and walk out, glancing in the mirror before doing so. I probably should have actually been warming up, but reading my and Frank's fanfiction was a little bit more fun.

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Okay, yeah, I should have spent that time warming up. My voice was a little bit strained, and by the second set was more sore than usual, but it is what it is. All sweaty and gross, I walk back to the room, stopping to thank some members of the crew, and venue workers on the way.
"Hey do you guys want to go out to the fans?" Ray asks. He always is the first one to suggest it after a show.
"Hmmm Sure. As long as there will be coffee" Mikey answers, while sipping from a cup. I have no clue how he can drink coffee at night and still sleep.
"I think I am just going to head back to the bus." I say
"If your plan is sleeping, the bus isn't a good idea. There are a bunch of kids out there, I think Mikey and I can just go there to meet them!" Ray says happily and energized. How does he not drink coffee.
"Okay, I guess I will sleep on the couch in the dressing room for a few hours. Go have fun," I say, and start to walk away.
"Ill hang in the dressing room too, i'm too tired to go out" Frank says nonchalantly. Ughhh, I was going to read more. I don't think I can with him in the room with me.... We will have to see.

I sit down on the dark pleather couch after taking my laptop out of the drawer, and Frank sits down at the other end, removing his shoes quickly and pulling his feet onto the couch next to him.
This room is completely empty other than a mirror on a small table, the couch, the off white beat up walls, and of course Frank and I.
I open the laptop, type in my password (it's_an_idea) and click on the tab that was minimized.
After a short while, the fic got to a smut scene... (This one is a doctor/patient.) And now I am feeling a little... Awkward. It's like sitting and watching someones sex tape while looking at them in person.
I swivel myself a little more than I have already, being anxious about Frank seeing the screen.
I continue to read, but, uh.. There is a little problem in my pants.

At least Frankie is still sleeping

He quickly sits up and grabs the laptop. I am surprised and my stomach instantly plummets in panic.

He looks up at the screen and furrows his eyebrows but I snatch the laptop back from him.

"What was that?" He askes, alarmed at my quick movements

"Nothing, why did you just take my laptop?!?" I reply

"I was going to look up those stupid ocean sounds because I can't sleep, but you have, a book or some sh.it, and the only two words I saw were 'Frank' and 'fu.ck.' So you tell me Gee."

"It was um.. Why don't I just look up the ocean sounds on youtube for you." I suggested, really obviously trying to change the subject.

"Was that like a hate comment? Do you have a problem with me?" He asked, now sounding a little hurt.

"No!" I said too quickly.
Whatever, might as well tell the truth. Wow I really suck at keeping secrets and crap.
"It isn't a hater thing.. It's more the opposite, actually." I continued, smirking at the end.

"I don't remember the last time I saw a review with the work 'fu.ck' in it." He added skeptically.

"No, not a review, it was written by a fan."

"Oh.. Can I read it then?"

"Noo-"

"If it isn't bad why can I not read it Gerard?"

"Because it's like, a story thing frank. It's dumb!"

"If it's dumb why would you read it?"

"Frank can I just look up your ocean sounds?!"

"Can I see the laptop first?"

"Will you drop it if I show you?"

"Sure, Gerard." He rolled his eyes and dramatically sighs.

I hand him the laptop.
He scrolled to the top, and he started to read.
After a few seconds his eyebrows began to scrunch together cutely in concentration, and his face became unreadable.
With every second Frank kept reading I became more fu.cking squeamish and wanted to just ask what he was thinking.

Wow I should have thought about the consequences before handing him the dumb laptop.
He could totally freak out and say how this is not okay and quit the band or something..
Okay now I am overreacting.

"Is this that fan fiction sh.it I keep hearing about? Gerard why were you reading this? It is literally a porno."

"I know Frank, I was the one reading it."

"Well okay professor sass, can you just give me some sort of answer here?"

"That's Doctor sass to you." I said and earned an 'are you serious right now' look from him.
"I don't know, I like it."
He turned directly to me and sat with his legs criscrossed

"You like reading porn about you and me that was written by our fans?"

"Well when you put it that way it seems more weird than it is. It didn't get weird till I stupidly read with you in the room."

"I guess its fine if you like reading it, but does that mean you want to like.. Do what we are doing in the fic?"

"I mean I like reading it"
He waited for an answer.
A moment went by.
"I guess, but I would probably not make any moves on you because I know you and wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable"

He leaned in close to my neck, and