Teach Me to Know Better

17: Bob Dylan.

They played with vigor.  There was a new fire in the way they played.  Something between the two teens that the younger Way brother noticed.  It was like a dragons spitting fire, it was anger, and resentment.  Most of all it was the love that the boys shared for the music they played, and the crowd was loving every second.  Mikey was lost in thought, he was barely hearing the music.  He was watching Rays fingers running up and down the neck of his guitar.  Ray was glowing up there in front of him under the lights, he could see the beads of sweat on his forehead and neck making his tight curls wet.  Tendrils of hair plastered to his  face.  His pupils small from the stage lights.  His shirt stuck to his skin, riding up at his hips where his jeans hugged tightly.  The bit of soft flesh that he wanted to mark, with the salt of his sweat still on his skin.   Gerard looked on from Mikey's side, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.  Frank was throwing himself around the stage.  He was is varying states of dishevelry.  Gerard snuck peeks at his brother who was not so inconspicuously turned on and obviously mesmerized the fluffy haired teen before them.  Ray flashed a smile, and winked at Mikey.  Mikey licked his lips and smiled back.  Ray turned around walked up behind Frank and spoke into his ear.  He had politely waited to do so while they were playing the back and forth bridge of Don Quixote.  Not singing. 

 "Look at them. Both of them."  Frank saw the two of them  pressed to the stage shoulders touching.  He made eye contact with Gerard, and Ray licked up Frank's neck. When Frank bit him back on the shoulder Ray had turned away to watch, his eyes half lidded grinning like the cat that had eaten the canary.   It spurred their imaginations obviously, both men's eyes wide and mouths dropping open and closed as quickly as it had.  Swallowing to wet their dry throats before Mikey took a long swig from whatever he had in his cup before handing it to his brother who did the same.  If they were going to play games.  Then Ray was going to make it well worth their time.  

Frank was very thankful for the water bottles that had been put back stage.  While he and Ray were unplugging and rolling up wires the two way brothers were at the bar.  There were still quite a few teens hanging around so the regulars had yet to show.  They had just finished packing the trailer that Shaun had managed to finagle from his uncle.  The four of them said their goodbyes and congratulated each other for a great show.  When they walked back into the Pub the two men were standing  at the bar, each with a cigarette in their mouths and a glass of unknown liquid.  Mikey held two bottles in their direction, each taking it graciously. 

"That was a great show.  Very entertaining."  Gerard mumbled around his cigarette.  Frank bumped Gerard with his hip.  Making Gerard pick up his drink over the teens head where Frank wrapped his arm around the taller man's waist, making the move to stick his hand in his teacher's back pocket.  Gerard let him, settling his arm around Frank's shoulders.  Pulling him closer, and Frank gallantly snuck a handful of ass.   Causing Gerard to yelp.

"So what are you doing later?"  Mikey was doing his best to sound sure, and take his attention off of he hand in the back pocket of his brothers jeans.  He took a drag from the cigarette and blew it up away from Ray's face.    

"I was just going to go home and shower.  Maybe watch a few movies at Frankies."  Ray looked at Frank to corroborate his story.  Frank just nodded his head.  His eyes not straying far from Mikey.  Who he knew could see what he was doing.

"Aww Frankie", Gerard piped.  Frank in turn gave his friend a glare, as if he were saying why the fuck dude.  Ray just smiled.

"If Frank wouldn't mind I could change my plans.  He seems to have other plans." He mumbled.  

"Just go and abandon me why don't you."  

"Fine I will."  He drained his beer, and started heading to the exit.  Mikey looked at Gerard for some kind of clue as to what he should do.  Gerard just pointed to the exit.  Mikey just saluted Frank and Gerard and ran to the door.