Frank?

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Gerard

"Where the fuck is he?" I asked in the most pissed off tone i could gather up the courage to speak in. 

We were all set-up in the bus ready to practice the new set-list we'd been given for the Projekt Revolution Tour. And guess who wasn't here?

Frank.

To be honest, he'd been spending a lot of time away recently, i mean from us. He's never here to sit down for a while and just chat, i kinda miss him in some ways, yet i live in the bus with him, which makes no sense at all.

Thinking about it, I've come to a conclusion- Franks enjoying his shits, or he's having a fad of obsessive wanking. It's more than likely the second one, for the 5 year's I've lived with him him and shit's don't really get along. Unlike most other men- he spends a mere 5 minutes in the actual toilet shitting each time, which, considering the average time for a man to spend having a shit is 20 minutes, is not a long time at all. 

Well if he isn't her in 30 minu-

"-ut i guess he didn't tell you." Mikey's cute voice came whispering into my ears and i had no idea what he's just told me, or even how long he'd been speaking to me. I just went with the flow.

"No, i guess not." i replied wth a much awkward-er tone to my voice than i had planned which made my brother look at me with his weird smile of his.

"I thought you would have had more to say about it than that."

"Well, i guess I don't know how to react."

"Oh well, he shouldn;t be too long now anyway. Bless him."

-DA-DUM-TSS-

"BOB!" Ray shouted, He didn't like us practicing without everyone present, even Dewees. 

He better hurry.

Frank

Wow.

Jamia. Jamia. Jamia. Jam... J... Jer... Gerard.

He's so beautiful, I love his long bla- fuck, Frank, stop it, now. Think of her feet.

Jamia's feet. Jamia's feet. Jamia's feet. Jamia's feet. Jamia's... Jam... Gerard... Gerard's ass. Urgh It's so perfect, I just want to-to-t.....

URGH-urahryah.

Shit,          Shit.

It's all over the door, fuck.

I took a look around the port-a-loo and blushed a scarlet-crimson despite the fact no-one could have saw me, or heard me for that matter, masturbating over a man, what would anyone think if they found out? Jamia would not be happy.

Shit, i looked at the tissue holder, no tissue!

How the hel am i going to clean this up? Socks?

Wait, I'm barefoot. T-Shirt?

Forget that people will see and i dont want any questions. The only other thing I could think of was my gloves... What?! Could I?

ah, Fuck it.

~~~A/N

Lion Bar's are Fuckin Awesome okay? xoxo Jnny

this is my attempt at writing, love's you all! Kyle.

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