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Frerard - You Need Another Shower (Smut)

Pairing: Frerard
Scenario: Gerard and Frank are on opposite swim teams from different schools competing, and when the competition ends, Frank's team winning, Gerard has to get his anger our. Frank is the last one left in the change room, along with Gerard.
Fluffy?: No thanks cx very smutty
For: kellinisababe
A/N: My knowledge on swimming is extremely limited so if it isn't accurate, I apologize in advance. Also, I got the high school names from the third gen. of Pokemon, because I'm not good with made up names.

Gerard:

You know that feeling you get when you're under extreme pressure? Yeah, we've all been there; but I can tell you the pressure I'm feeling is one hundred times worse than anything you have ever experienced. Dewford High, my school's swim team is up against Slateport City High School's in the championship swim meet. We might be good, but I swear they're better. And honestly, I have no idea how we won three races, but of course they've won three as well.

"Gerard, you're up." Coach says. Shit. I'm the best swimmer on the team, so I know they're going to send out Frank. Frank and I have competed before, each one of our races had ended closely, with him winning every single time. I groan and reluctantly drag myself to the pool. I look to the crowd where I see my friends giving me looks and words of encouragement. I smile and start stretching.

"Nervous?" A voice asks, a voice I know oh too well; Frank.I groan, I really don't want to talk to him right now. He chuckles, "I'll take that as a yes." I look over at him and give him a death glare. Of course I was nervous, Frank is like a swimming prodigy!

"Frank, I'm going to kick your ass during and after the race." I seethe. I'm going to win this, I can feel it. Coach announces that we have one minute before the race so I fix my swim cap and get into position.

"You sure about that?" Frank whispers over to me, and just as he finishes his sentence, the referee blows the whistle signaling the start of the race. I'm not paying attention and Frank gets a second head start. Dammit! I jump into the water, he's faster than I am but I'm not too far behind.

We reach the end of the pool in a matter of seconds. He touches the wall flipping off of it a second before I do. Damn, he's better than I remembered. I pick up my speed, and when he notices, he does the same. We're neck and neck, about a yard away from the end of the race, and Frank speeds up even more, which I didn't think was possible. I try my best to keep up but my efforts are useless. He beat me, by two seconds too.

"Fuck!" I yell loudly after hearing the disappointed groans and sighs coming from the stands and my teammates. Am I upset? Of course I'm upset! I was so close to beating that cocky son of a bitch! My disappointment turns to rage as I hear cheers from the other team. I walk off and head into the locker room and sit on a bench. 

"Its okay, Gerard. You were close, which is pretty cool, considering Frank is a beast at swimming." My brother Mikey tries to calm me down, but it doesn't work. I don't get mad often; but when I do, it takes more than words to calm me down.

"Yeah man, you tried your best and that's all that counts." Ray adds. Everyone starts to undress and get showered up, but not me I just sit on the benches in between the lockers and stare in anger. I hear cheers and obnoxious laughing, great, Slateport is coming in. I forgot we had to share a locker and shower room, fucking fantastic!

Their team walks in, takes one look at me and laughs. "You okay, Gerard?" Billie asks in an aggravating tone. Ever heard of a sore winner? Well these guys just can't learn to accept victory graciously. They also can't shut the hell up! They're the definition of a sore winner. 

"I'm not o-fucking-kay, asshole!" I yell, making the room fall silent. Everyone continues what they were doing in silence. I get up look around, and see Frank looking at me and laughing to his friends. I decide to start to undress and get into the shower, I can't stand their shit right now. As I'm under the shower, my mood gets better. I get out and dry myself, waiting for everyone to leave before I start to get dressed.