Thank You

[Disclaimer: I do not own MCR, nor am I affliated with them in anyway. I merely like writing smut.]


"Twenty nine times." Mikey was still staring at his watch as Frank reached up to rub his eyes. They were counting how many times they blinked in a minute when they were trying hard not to blink. Of course, they wouldn't be doing this if the bus hadn't broke down in the middle of ass-nowhere. Ray and Bob were somewhere outside, probably complaining about the temperature, or the uneveness of the road, or how far they'd have to walk to wherever. With the power down, all anyone could seem to think about was the warming soda and how gross eating all that cereal had felt in an attempt to get rid of the milk. Gerard finally threw his spoon out the window. The milk gallon followed shortly. No TV, no game system, and nothing to hook anything into because nothing was working. Not even the AC. Ray, like a Mom, had gone about closing curtains to maintain the chill a little while longer.

Gerard was currently rolling over on the couch, squinting his eyes at the sprawled out boys on the floor. Mikey's glasses were askew again, and Frank was chipping his nail polish off with his teeth. Ew. Gee pulled his legs up into his chest, savouring the last of the cold air before it started to go. He briefly wondered how long that would take. Frank's hair already looked kind of sweaty, but he was wearing hoodie. He practically lived in them.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" he asked the two younger guys. Frankie leaned back on the couch, his head bouncing against the other's stomach. "If we did, we'd be doin' it," he pointed out, tipping his head just enough to look at Gee. Mikey took a faceplant into the carpet. His Gameboy went out of batteries an hour ago. At least they thought, having no real clue at what time the clocks stopped. Gerard's hand moved, quietly sneaking it's way over the couch cushion and running an index finger up the back of Frankie's neck. Frank shivered slightly. And that wasn't from the last traces of cold air in the bus.

"Do you think we'll die out here?" Mikey asked the carpet. Frank tried to kick him. "Don't be a dumbass." He rolled over, his glasses falling off. He rolled his eyes back and stuck out his tongue. "They're going to find us like this," he said with some diffaculty.

"Except they won't find you. We'll be eating you first if it comes to it," snorted Frank.

"Why me? I'm skinny. Eat Gee. We'll last longer." A truimphant finger shot up from the couch at the younger sibling.

The door flew open and Ray stuck his head in. "Guys? Someone pulled over. There's a station like..." He leaned back out again, then back in. "Like an hour and half from here. I'm going. It's getting gross out here."

"Huh? I wanna go!" Mikey whined. Frank succeeded in kicking him in the leg. He wasn't fond of that stupid whiney pitch. Mikey tripped over Frank's leg getting up, though Gee was pretty sure it was on purpose. Frankie hissed, pulling his leg to his chest. "Fucker!" Ray continued, raising his voice slightly as a tattooed arm jutted out and caught Mikey around the knees, bringing him back into a heap on the floor. "The guys says it's part Jack in the Box," he stated, a little note of hope in his voice.

Frank looked up this time. Food was food was food. Even greasy food. Which was usually the best actually. Mikey slinked out of range and clattered down the steps, successfully tripping the last two. "You comin' then?" asked Ray. Frankie almost nodded, but he felt cold fingers back on his neck again. They had stopped brushing. They were pressing, smoothing their tips over the start of his spine. He felt a rush of goosebumps, and a flush of sweat inside his hoodie. He shifted his legs uncomfortably, a little too aware of the lingering feeling between them.

"I'll stay with the bus," said Gerard, calm as anything. Frank jerked his thumb at Gerard. "Ehne..." he said. Ray frowned. "He's staying, I think," said Gerard, looking over at Frank like he was crazy. Frank nodded, waving his hand vaguely. "Sure, sure, but if you two start feeling a little sick, come outside for a bit. The heat won't help, but the air might," said Ray, shutting the door. It was quiet, then an engine flared up and the sound of crunching gravel seemed to echo everywhere. God bless hicks with trucks who didn't know anything about punk rock. Silence seemed to float in the air. It was kind of nice.

"Don't DO that!" Frankie yelled, finally squirming on the floor and grabbing at the fingers on his neck. Gerard laughed softly to himself, amused. He merely linked his fingers through Frank's. "Why not?" he asked, pulling his head towards his as well, talking into his ear. Frank turned his head slightly, his cheek brushing the other's nose. "Because I can't think about what I'm saying very well. I look like I've been struck dumb. And it's a good way to let everyone else know." Gerard grinned. "I think they kinda know. Just a little maybe." Frank didn't doubt it. It wasn't like they had been walked in on, but sometimes he grabbed Gerard's hand or sat in his lap when he thought no one was watching. Usually somebody popped outta nowhere. Frank closed his eyes. Gee shifted behind him, and slid off the couch. Frank slit open an eye. A hand was extended to him. He took it without thinking. He was ready for it in the first place.

He was pulled to his feet, almost instantly welcomed with a tight arm around his little waist. He turned his face into Gee's shoulder and bit him through his shirt. "What was that for?" asked the bitten. "Because you're predictable," replied Frank happily. He slipped his own arm around him, pulling him back towards their bunks. Gee took the hint and didn't protest. Frank was always a little impatient anyway. He slid into his bunk, sliding all the way in before the other followed, pulling the curtain just for the feel of privacy, even in the empty bus. It was hot in here. Already. Gerard ran a hand back through his own hair. It was getting sticky. Frank was battling with getting his hoodie off. Gee reached over, pulling it off his head and shoving it off the bed. He pulled Frank to him by the shoulders and sealed his lips across his friends. Frank muffled something but gave up, hooking his bare arms around Gerard's neck and opening his mouth under his. Gee's tongue slid over the silver ring in Frank's lip. He liked it. The way it felt kind of cold between their mouths. It never stayed that way for long though.

Franks hands slid down his back, flat on the material of the shirt. It was old and worn. Comfortable, but he wanted it gone. He found the hem after a try or two and pulled, his hands sliding under it and back up along bare skin. Gerard had never been very skinny, but he had lost weight over the years. He looked good. As far as slightly pudgy guys went. He complied, sitting up just enough to let Frank flip the shirt off from his head and toss it somewhere down by their bare feet. He was so pale, like a fish's belly. Frank watched his own hands run over Gee's shoulders, turn on their heels and let the fingers fall across his shoulderblades. Gerard stayed still, letting him do it just so. He placed a hand on the flat of Frankie's stomach and leaned in, catching his lips again, rougher than before. He opened his mouth with his and let his tongue plunge in without waiting. Frankie tipped his head, stroking the invading muscle with his own, slowly and carefully, like he needed to know it was the same one as always. Gerard didn't mind. Sometimes things were slow. Sometimes they were fast. Frank's hand came up again, cupping the side of Gee's face. He let his thumbs run under his eyes as though there were pretend tears he was wiping away. He could feel the long eyelashes sometimes.

Gerard's hand moved, skimming over his belly. He let his fingertips trace the tattooed birds there. Smooth, the way inked up skin usually felt. His index finger drew up slowly, circling around his navel a few times. Frank sunk his stomach in. He always reacted that way. Gerard's mouth continued, and he pulled Frank's lower lips between his own, gently sucking on it. Even the ring. Ecspecially the ring. His finger stayed until Frank relaxed his muscles, and he let the tip of his index finger slide down into his navel at last. He couldn't help himself, and poked him slightly to the other's tiny annoyance. Frank made a noise. He lifted the finger, slowly, smirking to himself, still taking his time. He finally let his hand flatten out again as it slid over the tab of Frank's jeans and down the stitching of the front. Frank finally let a small moan escape his partially opened mouth. Gerard's hand dragged against the material roughly, coaxing a reaction from the body under him. It didn't take very long at all before a rather impressive hardness formed, pressing against the jeans from the inside. Gee let his lower lip go at last, bringing his face to the crook of Frankie's neck and placing them softly on the flesh there. His hand contrasted, pressing down on the heel and cupping around the bulge, his fingers trying to fit around it. The narrow hips bucked up, needy. Frank turned his head, and Gee took advantage of it, his lips forming a perfect circle, sucking the skin and letting his tongue run over it while it slowly grew numb. Frank groaned, moving his own hand to the button on his jeans.

"That's mine," Gerard whispered into his friends ear, his hand closing around Frankie's wrist. "Don't be so impatient." Frank only whimpered slightly. "Stop dragging it out so much then..." he whined. Gee only smirked, placing his mouth over the other's ear and breathing slowly. He could feel the heat against his own face, and Frankie went silent. Gee decided to indulge him a little though, and his fingers artfully pulled open the front of the jeans. His skin was positively radiating with heat under there. He busied his mouth again, pulling Frank's earlobe between his lips, then nibbling his teeth. It was the only thing that made him quiet, having his ears played with. He closed his eyes and looked like he was in a really good sleep. It was cute. His hand fished inside Frank's jeans. Boxer briefs. What was with the underwear? He pulled the elastic down, his knuckles brushing the wiry hairs underneath. Frank shifted his legs, pulling one knee up and then back down restlessly. He finally stopped making the poor guy suffer. His fingers closed around the base of his shaft and eased it gently free from the clothing. Frank's body stiffened and his eyes clenched shut for a few prolonged seconds. Gerard took note, pushing his face into the side of Frankie's. He took a deep breath, even though he always smelled like smoke, sweat, and hair chemicals. Well, sometimes like food. It was kind of a sick pleasure if you liked your lover smelling like french fries.

Frank moved his hips. The other tried not to laugh, even softly. "Anxious?" he asked. Frankie hissed through his teeth. That was a good answer. A thumb began moving in a slow, sweeping circle over the pinking head in it's hand. He turned his body, spooning close into Frank's side. His own erection had come already and he made a point to let it press into Frank's thigh, sometimes grinding against it just a little out of a need to move himself. His fingers took a firm grasp around him, and he slid them down roughly. Frank let his chin pop up a little, pressing his lips together and silently begging to get on with it. Gee disregarded it for now, taking his time. He let each finger explore, remembering the things they somewhat already knew. He loosely pulled, teasing his friend more than helping him. It was clearly putting a strain on the younger man. "Oh, please!" he suddenly whispered harshly. Gerard tilted his face up a little, his lips tracing along Frank's jawline. He gave just a little and replaced his grip, his hand working the flesh it held tightly to. Frank's arm was still hooked around Gee's neck, and he pulled his face up, his mouth hungarily going for Gerard's. He had soft lips, though they were dry most of the time. Vocalists.

They stayed that way, Frank's tongue pludering the hell out of his mouth while his hand worked the other's cock. He ran the thumb over the head again, and it came away moist. He pulled away, sitting up on his elbow and looking down. He pulled his hand away, bringing it to his lips. His fingers were slightly sticky. He held one out to Frank who took it in his mouth, running his tongue around it. Gerard kissed him, and they both licked at his finger, a small taste of what was coming. He moved away, as best he could in the small space and slid over one of Frank's legs. He took in the sight of his lenght, the head beginning to weep pearly pre-cum. He bent, flicking his tongue over it. He hadn't intended on it, but he didn't stop. He reminded himself he liked to drag this out, but forgot quickly at the slightly salty taste on his tongue. That had to be the sweat. Body fluid usually tasted like nothing in particular. Frank's hips rose to meet the motions of his tongue, and he moaned without stifling it. Gerard reached for his hands and placed them on the back of his head. Frankie's long fingers immediatly threaded through his hair, tunneling through the silk like black threads. He felt clean. That was the best time to touch his hair.

"You're not stopping, are you?" he asked suddenly, a desperate note in his voice.

"Of course not. You know me better than that, don't cha?" he asked, tipping his head and kissing the inside of one of Frank's elbows. Frankie sighed a little, but he moved his hips unsubtely up, trying to ask without asking. Gee took the hint and placed his lips over him gently, minding his teeth. The fingers in his hair tightened as he slid down, closing his eyes and feeling the solid muscle fill his mouth and tickle the back of his throat. Frank still himself as much as he could. Sometimes he didn't care and just pushed him down, fucking Gerard's mouth for a quick off that he needed. Even though it was better when it was done right. Sometimes he wondered how he winded up here, in the back of a bus getting his cock sucked by another guy. Then he just let it go and directed his mind to the feeling, letting everything else vanish. It wasn't just that though. At least, Frank knew he cared a lot about Gee. And he liked to believe it was returned.

The rustling of the sheets rose, and a slight, soft slurping noise seemed to be defeaning in the silence of the bus. Anyone standing around probably never would have guessed, except for the little moans now escaping Frankie's lips regularly. Out of the two of them, he wasn't the quiet one. He pushed himself up on his elbows, watching. He was bent over, his lips firmly around him, sucking until his cheeks sunk in a little and then relented. His hand remained around the base, his fingers sometimes reaching out and stroking his skin, or sometimes fingering the taught tendons on the insides of his thighs. Gerard opened an eye. He liked it when Frank watched him. He kept his eyes on Frank's as he loosened his jaw a little and swallowed back, bringing the whole of him inside his mouth. Frank shuddered and let his head fall back on his pillow. It was damp with sweat from the back of his neck. He picked his foot up and reached down, pressing against Gee's crotch with it. Still hard. Frank smiled a little to himself before sliding his leg under him and moving his knee up and down, letting it touch him, press up on it again and again. Gee squirmed a little, grinding into it a few times. He couldn't help it. Unlike Frank, he was only in sweats. Without underwear. And they were slightly dampening as well. He felt his cheeks pink, though sometimes the colour never came through. He swallowed down harder, closing his eyes against the feel in his own member. Frank groaned and thrust his hips up, hitting the back of his throat. He didn't gag. He didn't even remember if he had ever gagged while giving head. It was a gift.

"Geeeee...." Frankie moaned, his fingers still pulling hair and his knee lodged between Gerard's. "I gotta, uh, it's..." he struggled. Gerard knew what he was trying to say, but he listened like a good boy anyway. "Do it...just a lil' harder," Frankie requested, preciously out of breath, his chest rising and falling.

"Oh I don't know if I can," Gee replied, taking his mouth away. Frank shivered and whimpered, his muscles tingling. Gee kissed his head lovingly, licking it like it was, to be perfectly cliche, a sucker. He used his lips, skating over the hot flesh, puckering up and kissing every now and then with an audible 'mwah'. Frankie started moving his hips, trying to force his oncoming release to hurry by itself. "Don't you do that, you bitch. Last time you spilled everywhere. It was messy, and I was hungry," Gerard reminded him, pouting a little.

"Then fuckin' get back to it!" Frank said, pushing his knee into Gerard's hard-on with a little less than gentle touch. "You're still a little bitch..." he sniffed, licking his member idly. "I'll be a bitch, I'll be THE bitch - HEY, I'll even let you call me Francis in public if you just start again," the other pleaded sweetly. "I call you that anyway," Gee reminded him. He pushed his hands under Fankie's hips and pulled up, bringing him to his mouth again. He took, moving until he let his front teeth barely graze the skin. Frank jumped, his breathing so hard by now it was rattling. The other abandoned his slow circles at last, sucking, pulling, swallowing around him. He used his hand to squeeze lightly what his mouth couldn't get to, persuading what he wanted from the body part. It didn't take long. Frank's somewhat frantic little movements were getting shakier, and he tore at the sheets under him with his guitarist's hands. Gerard grabbed one, locking their fingers together, his thumb gently caressing the inside of Frankie's wrist, over the racing viens under the skin. It was his way of telling him to go ahead and stop fighting his climax. Frankie nodded to himself, his eyes shut tightly. He could still distantly feel the slight ride against his knee. He relaxed as much as he could, focusing on the hand that was holding his. It was comforting, and intimate in it's own special way. He could picture the chipped black nail polish.

He came shortly, liquid heat surging up through his pulsing head. Gerard tightened his lips, creating a seal, closing his eyes and letting his hair hang over his forehead. He took his time, swallowing what was there and holding the rest, swallowing that too once he could. He let his hand continue moving, as though he could push just a little more from it. He was clean about it, but always took a little care to get some on his lips. He knew Frankie liked it. He let his mouth stay, slowly cleaning what was left. Every little drop that was threatening to dribble off got licked up before it had a chance. It would be a waste otherwise. Frankie had enough though, and placed his hand on the back of Gee's neck, pulling him up to his face. He took his own time licking all the remains from that pale face, his hands holding him still. Gerard closed his eyes and let him, enjoying the soft sponging of Frankie's tongue along his skin. Eventually it would slide between his lips, trying to taste the remains of what he had spilt into that velvety mouth. Gee would settle his weight next to him, part his lips, and let the other taste. It was only right to share. Sometimes Frankie would run his fingers along those lips, or touch himself if there was enough left, just to taste it straight.

"Mmm," Frankie sighed after a moment. He tucked his head under Gee's chin. His eyes were fluttering. "You're so good at that," he murmured. Gerard moved his lips against Frank's forehead. "Are you happy?" he teased. Frankie nodded, smiling. Gee's arm draped over his waist again. "You look like you're going to sleep," he said, pulling back enough to watch Frankie's eyes close and his mouth go slack, forming a little O. He reached out a finger and touched his lipring. He started to say something, but Gee merely covered his mouth with his fingers. "Go to sleep. You never sleep for more than five minutes anyway," he said affectionatly.

"But..you...?" Frank started. Gerard shrugged. His eyes glinted a little. "I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself," he stated. Frank snorted. "Barely."

"What about the guys?" he asked.

"We'd hear them before they got in. Besides, they said an hour and a half drive. They gotta come back eventually. That's at least three hours."

Frankie put his lips under Gerard's chin. "I..." he started. He paused. "Thank you." Gee merely tipped his head down and placed a kiss on Frank's eyelid, one and then the other. "Yes. I know," he said, really knowing what the other had meant. He could feel the boy under his arm stilling. He truely didn't mind. Sometimes Frank fell alseep without even knowing it, popping up three minutes later and groping around like he was a horny eighteen year old, totally ready to go again. Of course, Gerard kind of liked that about him. Not like he'd said anything though.

"Hmm Francis?" he teased. "What?" said the other.

"I thank you too."