Other Fan Fiction ❯ There are two sides to every story. ❯ Three. ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Spidergee 
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.19.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 164 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.19.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 164 | Status: Completed
Chapter 3
Gerard's POV
The drive seemed like an eternity.
Maybe that was because the goddamned sun was ruining my life.
Or maybe I was just anxious.
Partying was great and all. I had fun, sure, but I missed being with the guys.
Even though I had just been away for the night.
The guys made me happy. They made my life feel complete.
With Bert and his gang, I felt...well, incomplete.
But what's more, my crew never talked me into doing something incredibly stupid.
Like I let Bert talk me into Heroin. Twice, now.
I'm a fucking idiot.
I knew how dangerous that was. I knew I could seriously fuck up everything we'd worked so hard for in .2 seconds.
But, for some reason, I let him talk me into it.
His pleading eyes, his "baby, it's the best feeling ever", "it's better than sex, Gee. Trust me."
Why did I let him do that shit to me? He was so manipulative.
Bastard. My best friend Bertie the Bastard.
I laughed to myself, making a mental note to call him that the next time I saw him.
Thank god I had gotten lost in my train of thought. I was finally rolling into the parking garage of our hotel.
The Hilton. Do you know how close I came to splooging my pants when I found out we were staying in a fucking Hilton?
It's a far cry from our smelly old van, I'll tell you that much.
Before I knew it I was standing in the hall, looking for the card they gave me as a key.
Hell, if I just thought about shit all the time, life would go by so much faster...
I swiped my room key into the slot by the doorknob.
Even those looked like they costed more than my first car.
I wasn't in the door for five seconds before I was tackled and knocked to the floor by a tall, lanky blur.
"GERRY BERRY! THANK GOD YOU'RE HOME!"It squealed, wrapping its wirey frame around me.
Mikey. Dear, sweet Mikey.
My best friend in the whole world.
He smothered me with pecks of love all over my face. (Stop it, perv. I've tried to go there already, trust me. No hope.)
I let him crush me for a little bit longer before I squeezed him back.
"Get off my man, bitch!" Frank yelled from the bathroom door, leaning against its frame, dripping wet and dressed only in a towel, a goofy smile plastered across his face.
"This is the best welcome home commitee ever." I grinned as Mikey stood and helped me up.
Frank walked to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind, standing slightly on his tip toes to give me a kiss on the neck. Mikey backed his way to the wall as he did so.
He stared at us, giggling and red-faced.
"Mikey, porn isn't free, you know."Frank laughed at him. Mikey stuck his tongue out at him and disappeared through the door that connected Bob and Ray's room to mine, Mikey and Frank's.
I turned around to face Frank and snaked my arms around his neck. I kissed him like I hadn't seen him in years.
I loved him so much. I was so proud to be his little bitch.
I shivered as he ran his strong hands down my sides to rest on my hips, gently biting on my lower lip to ask permission to enter.
I gave him permisson, of course.
He suddenly pulled back and stuck his tongue out.
"Eew! You taste like beer vomit!" He laughed, scrunching his nose at me.
"Yeah, it was a rough night."I laughed back."Hangover." I confessed, rubbing my still-throbbing forehead.
"In bed. Now." He ordered. I opened my mouth to protest, but he put his finger over my lips to stop me.
"Shush, Budweiser breath. In bed. I will bring you aspirin and water, and you're going to nap like you have never napped before. Until sound check at 6.That's--" he glanced at the clock. It was 9:30,"eight and a half hours. You're going to get rid of that headache. The only banging I want going on around here is me banging your ass, not your head banging."
Damn. I couldn't argue with that logic.
I crawled into bed and rested my head on the pillow, relieved to be in a clean bed.
He brought me my medicine and after that I don't know...
...
I had woken up on time to get to sound check and hype myself up for the show.
And, once again, Frankie was right and I felt wonderful after the bed rest. I smiled to myself as I checked the mirror one last time, which was more my sly way of checking him out as he stretched behind me. I let my eyes wander up and down his figure...the way his arms were nothing but muscle, the way his shirt lifted, teasing me with the tiniest bit of skin when he raised his arms...I felt myself wake up down in my pants. I shook it off and grabbed my water, heading out onto the stage.
~post-show~
Taste of Chaos had to be, without a doubt, my favorite thing we'd done as a band so far.
But this was my favorite part.
We sat backstage with The Used, just chillin and having fun. I was sandwiched in between Frank and Quinn, who seemed to be having a battle of manliness.
"I bet I can hit my head harder than you."Quinn challenged Frank.
"Bullshit. Do you know how many concussions I've had in my life? I'll totally take your ass in that battle."Frank shot back.
"Really? Bring it, bitch."Quinn narrowed his eyes at Frank.
Okay, so it wsa a battle of who was dumber. Fine. Either way, it was funny.
"Hey! House bitch! Don't kill yourself. Who will be our sex slave nanny designated driver chef nurse...um...Quinn...then?"Jeph slurred from his place on Ray's lap.
So they did it. The idiots actually did it. Rammed themselves into the wall.Headfirst.
thud!
"Owwwwfuck!"Quinn stumbled away from the wall.
thud!
Frank fell to the floor just inches away from Mikey's feet. But he never looked up from his texting.
"Ha. Told you."Quinn laughed at him on the floor.
I felt something whiz by my head, and I looked over to see Bert tossing things at my head to get my attention.
I quizically raised my eyebrow at him, he gestured towards the door with his head.
"Hey!" I stood up, losing my balence slightly. Okay, completely losing my balence. I fell on my ass on the floor. Maybe I had drank more than I thought...
"Ha! You're drunk!"Quinn pointed and laughed. Frank's foot connected with his shin and he winced, shutting up and sitting down indian style to join Frank for a cigarette on the floor.
I used the couch to pull myself up again, more stable this time.
"I'm gonna leave now. I'm...gonna leave now. Come on, Sexypants." I gestured for Bert to join me.
"Awwww...you're gonna fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"Frank and Jeph squealed in unison.
"Maybe." Bert put his arm around my shoulder and we walked out the door together, leaving behind our friends and their whistles and catcalls.
We weren't in the hallway for 2 seconds before Bert pinned me to the wall and shoved his tongue down my throat. We kissed hungrily, like neither of us had kissed or would be kissed for ages.
"I told you!" Frank laughed from his place at the door. Our heads snapped towards him and he laughed more. I blushed as he walked to us. Bert released his grip on my arms over my head and stepped back a few feet.
"What are our rules, babe?"
"Call before I go to sleep,call if I get sick,or if I decide I'm coming home."I smiled.
"And most importantly?" He asked, reaching in his pocket and pulling something out, then sliding his closed fist into my jacket pocket, bringing his head forward so our noses touched.
"Protection with eveyone but each other."I whispered to him. He grinned, kissed me lightly, caressed my cheek and headed back inside.
"I love you."He grinned.
"Love you too!" I giggled back.
"Take good care of him, Bert. I mean it. I'll fucking kill you." Frank warned, disappearing back into the room.
"Oh, I take good care of you, don't I, woobiekins?"Bert cooed, kissing me on my cheek.
We left the building and walked to his car, I would have rushed from the anticipation, but I was a little...tipsy...and afraid I would voimt.
My heart raced as we sped off towards his house.
I couldn't fucking wait for whatever he had for me tonight.
Bert's POV
Fucking finally. The show was over, and I could go backstage with my friends and do the one thing I'd been wanting to do all night. The only thing I'd dreamt about when I took my nap, the only thing I'd thought about on the way here and through the entire show...
I'd finally get to touch Gerard.
Don't get me wrong, man, I love doing shows, but when the most beautiful thing in the world is standing not even twenty feet away from you and you can't have it, everything tends to suck ass. I couldn't go out there and sing with him tonight, I couldn't go out and kiss him on stage and pretend that the cheering that followed was because the audience knew we're in love and they were happy for us. This was a home show for us, I had to uphold something.
Or at least that's what Brian had told me.
Whatever, it didn't really matter now.
We sat backstage, fuckin around like we usually did, drinking too much, smoking too much, doing things that only seemed like a good idea until they started to hurt the next morning. I glanced over at Gerard, he was busy sipping on a beer and watching Quinn and Frank hurl themselves headfirst into the wall.
I pulled a nickel from my pocket and tossed it at him. It missed and he went on paying attention in the other direction. Another nickel at his head. Again, I missed and still, he was off in another world. I sighed and pulled a tissue from my pocket, tossing it at his face, it brushed his hair and he turned to look at me.
Sure, a fucking tissue got the idiot's attention.
I motioned towards the door with my head, he nodded back and smiled, trying to stand up and falling flat on his ass on the floor.
"Hey!" He yelled.
"Ha! You're drunk!" Quinn pointed at him and laughed. Frank kicked him in the shin and Quinn flinched, sitting down Indian style to join Frank for a cigarette on the floor.
I stood and watched him clumsily pull himself up using the couch. Even when he was drunk, he was still adorable as fuck.
"I'm gonna leave now. I'm...gonna leave now. Come on, Sexypants." He slurred slightly, reaching his hand out for me.
"Awwww...you're gonna fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Frank and Jeph squeaked at us.
"Maybe." I slid my arm around Gee's shoulder and we left together, our friends whistling and screaming vulgarities behind us.
I couldn't take it anymore, I had to kiss him.
I spun around and pinned him to the wall with his hands over his head, smashing my lips to his like I'd die if I didn't.
That's what it feels like to me.
I forced my tongue into his mouth and he moaned, grinding against me.
Oh...fucking score...
"I told you!" Frank laughed from out of nowhere. I jumped and pulled away from Gerard as Frank laughed more. Gee blushed as he walked to us, and I decided it was probably a good idea to let go of Gerard and back off a little.
"What are our rules, babe?"
Ugh. The fucking rules. They go over this every fucking time...
"Call before I go to sleep, call if I get sick, or if I decide I'm coming home." Gerard smiled.
God, is Frank his fucking mother or something?
"And most importantly?" Frank asked, reaching in his pocket and pulling something out, put it in Gee's pants pocket, tilting his head forward so their noses touched.
I wanted to throw up.
That should be me. That should fucking be me. That's not fucking fair.
"Protection with everyone but each other." Gerard whispered to him. Frank grinned and gave him another quick peck, then rubbed his cheek before heading back inside.
"Love you." He grinned at Gerard from the door one last time.
"Love you too!" Gerard beamed, giggling.
Again, I wanted to vomit. It was so fucking cutesy that it made my physically ill. So fucking cutesy and so fucking unfair.
I should be the one cuddling him and holding him and sleeping with him at night. This situation should be reversed. Frank should be the one longing for him and hurting inside and having to resort to fucking Gerard and pretending that he'll be his forever. It's not fucking right.
I should probably do something about that...
Frank's voice harshly brought me out of my thoughts.
"Take good care of him, Bert. I mean it. I'll fucking kill you." Frank warned me, disappearing back into the room.
"Oh, I take good care of you, don't I, Woobiekins?" I whispered to Gerard, kissing him on his cheek.
I half-jogged, half-walked to my car, climbing in and waiting for his fat, drunk ass to catch up to me.
I love his fat, drunk ass.
I started to stir even more in my pants as I sped off towards the house. This had been stirring in me all fucking night, and finally, my dick knew that it was going to get what it wanted.
I was gonna fuck him like he'd never been fucked before.
Gerard's POV
The drive seemed like an eternity.
Maybe that was because the goddamned sun was ruining my life.
Or maybe I was just anxious.
Partying was great and all. I had fun, sure, but I missed being with the guys.
Even though I had just been away for the night.
The guys made me happy. They made my life feel complete.
With Bert and his gang, I felt...well, incomplete.
But what's more, my crew never talked me into doing something incredibly stupid.
Like I let Bert talk me into Heroin. Twice, now.
I'm a fucking idiot.
I knew how dangerous that was. I knew I could seriously fuck up everything we'd worked so hard for in .2 seconds.
But, for some reason, I let him talk me into it.
His pleading eyes, his "baby, it's the best feeling ever", "it's better than sex, Gee. Trust me."
Why did I let him do that shit to me? He was so manipulative.
Bastard. My best friend Bertie the Bastard.
I laughed to myself, making a mental note to call him that the next time I saw him.
Thank god I had gotten lost in my train of thought. I was finally rolling into the parking garage of our hotel.
The Hilton. Do you know how close I came to splooging my pants when I found out we were staying in a fucking Hilton?
It's a far cry from our smelly old van, I'll tell you that much.
Before I knew it I was standing in the hall, looking for the card they gave me as a key.
Hell, if I just thought about shit all the time, life would go by so much faster...
I swiped my room key into the slot by the doorknob.
Even those looked like they costed more than my first car.
I wasn't in the door for five seconds before I was tackled and knocked to the floor by a tall, lanky blur.
"GERRY BERRY! THANK GOD YOU'RE HOME!"It squealed, wrapping its wirey frame around me.
Mikey. Dear, sweet Mikey.
My best friend in the whole world.
He smothered me with pecks of love all over my face. (Stop it, perv. I've tried to go there already, trust me. No hope.)
I let him crush me for a little bit longer before I squeezed him back.
"Get off my man, bitch!" Frank yelled from the bathroom door, leaning against its frame, dripping wet and dressed only in a towel, a goofy smile plastered across his face.
"This is the best welcome home commitee ever." I grinned as Mikey stood and helped me up.
Frank walked to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind, standing slightly on his tip toes to give me a kiss on the neck. Mikey backed his way to the wall as he did so.
He stared at us, giggling and red-faced.
"Mikey, porn isn't free, you know."Frank laughed at him. Mikey stuck his tongue out at him and disappeared through the door that connected Bob and Ray's room to mine, Mikey and Frank's.
I turned around to face Frank and snaked my arms around his neck. I kissed him like I hadn't seen him in years.
I loved him so much. I was so proud to be his little bitch.
I shivered as he ran his strong hands down my sides to rest on my hips, gently biting on my lower lip to ask permission to enter.
I gave him permisson, of course.
He suddenly pulled back and stuck his tongue out.
"Eew! You taste like beer vomit!" He laughed, scrunching his nose at me.
"Yeah, it was a rough night."I laughed back."Hangover." I confessed, rubbing my still-throbbing forehead.
"In bed. Now." He ordered. I opened my mouth to protest, but he put his finger over my lips to stop me.
"Shush, Budweiser breath. In bed. I will bring you aspirin and water, and you're going to nap like you have never napped before. Until sound check at 6.That's--" he glanced at the clock. It was 9:30,"eight and a half hours. You're going to get rid of that headache. The only banging I want going on around here is me banging your ass, not your head banging."
Damn. I couldn't argue with that logic.
I crawled into bed and rested my head on the pillow, relieved to be in a clean bed.
He brought me my medicine and after that I don't know...
...
I had woken up on time to get to sound check and hype myself up for the show.
And, once again, Frankie was right and I felt wonderful after the bed rest. I smiled to myself as I checked the mirror one last time, which was more my sly way of checking him out as he stretched behind me. I let my eyes wander up and down his figure...the way his arms were nothing but muscle, the way his shirt lifted, teasing me with the tiniest bit of skin when he raised his arms...I felt myself wake up down in my pants. I shook it off and grabbed my water, heading out onto the stage.
~post-show~
Taste of Chaos had to be, without a doubt, my favorite thing we'd done as a band so far.
But this was my favorite part.
We sat backstage with The Used, just chillin and having fun. I was sandwiched in between Frank and Quinn, who seemed to be having a battle of manliness.
"I bet I can hit my head harder than you."Quinn challenged Frank.
"Bullshit. Do you know how many concussions I've had in my life? I'll totally take your ass in that battle."Frank shot back.
"Really? Bring it, bitch."Quinn narrowed his eyes at Frank.
Okay, so it wsa a battle of who was dumber. Fine. Either way, it was funny.
"Hey! House bitch! Don't kill yourself. Who will be our sex slave nanny designated driver chef nurse...um...Quinn...then?"Jeph slurred from his place on Ray's lap.
So they did it. The idiots actually did it. Rammed themselves into the wall.Headfirst.
thud!
"Owwwwfuck!"Quinn stumbled away from the wall.
thud!
Frank fell to the floor just inches away from Mikey's feet. But he never looked up from his texting.
"Ha. Told you."Quinn laughed at him on the floor.
I felt something whiz by my head, and I looked over to see Bert tossing things at my head to get my attention.
I quizically raised my eyebrow at him, he gestured towards the door with his head.
"Hey!" I stood up, losing my balence slightly. Okay, completely losing my balence. I fell on my ass on the floor. Maybe I had drank more than I thought...
"Ha! You're drunk!"Quinn pointed and laughed. Frank's foot connected with his shin and he winced, shutting up and sitting down indian style to join Frank for a cigarette on the floor.
I used the couch to pull myself up again, more stable this time.
"I'm gonna leave now. I'm...gonna leave now. Come on, Sexypants." I gestured for Bert to join me.
"Awwww...you're gonna fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"Frank and Jeph squealed in unison.
"Maybe." Bert put his arm around my shoulder and we walked out the door together, leaving behind our friends and their whistles and catcalls.
We weren't in the hallway for 2 seconds before Bert pinned me to the wall and shoved his tongue down my throat. We kissed hungrily, like neither of us had kissed or would be kissed for ages.
"I told you!" Frank laughed from his place at the door. Our heads snapped towards him and he laughed more. I blushed as he walked to us. Bert released his grip on my arms over my head and stepped back a few feet.
"What are our rules, babe?"
"Call before I go to sleep,call if I get sick,or if I decide I'm coming home."I smiled.
"And most importantly?" He asked, reaching in his pocket and pulling something out, then sliding his closed fist into my jacket pocket, bringing his head forward so our noses touched.
"Protection with eveyone but each other."I whispered to him. He grinned, kissed me lightly, caressed my cheek and headed back inside.
"I love you."He grinned.
"Love you too!" I giggled back.
"Take good care of him, Bert. I mean it. I'll fucking kill you." Frank warned, disappearing back into the room.
"Oh, I take good care of you, don't I, woobiekins?"Bert cooed, kissing me on my cheek.
We left the building and walked to his car, I would have rushed from the anticipation, but I was a little...tipsy...and afraid I would voimt.
My heart raced as we sped off towards his house.
I couldn't fucking wait for whatever he had for me tonight.
Bert's POV
Fucking finally. The show was over, and I could go backstage with my friends and do the one thing I'd been wanting to do all night. The only thing I'd dreamt about when I took my nap, the only thing I'd thought about on the way here and through the entire show...
I'd finally get to touch Gerard.
Don't get me wrong, man, I love doing shows, but when the most beautiful thing in the world is standing not even twenty feet away from you and you can't have it, everything tends to suck ass. I couldn't go out there and sing with him tonight, I couldn't go out and kiss him on stage and pretend that the cheering that followed was because the audience knew we're in love and they were happy for us. This was a home show for us, I had to uphold something.
Or at least that's what Brian had told me.
Whatever, it didn't really matter now.
We sat backstage, fuckin around like we usually did, drinking too much, smoking too much, doing things that only seemed like a good idea until they started to hurt the next morning. I glanced over at Gerard, he was busy sipping on a beer and watching Quinn and Frank hurl themselves headfirst into the wall.
I pulled a nickel from my pocket and tossed it at him. It missed and he went on paying attention in the other direction. Another nickel at his head. Again, I missed and still, he was off in another world. I sighed and pulled a tissue from my pocket, tossing it at his face, it brushed his hair and he turned to look at me.
Sure, a fucking tissue got the idiot's attention.
I motioned towards the door with my head, he nodded back and smiled, trying to stand up and falling flat on his ass on the floor.
"Hey!" He yelled.
"Ha! You're drunk!" Quinn pointed at him and laughed. Frank kicked him in the shin and Quinn flinched, sitting down Indian style to join Frank for a cigarette on the floor.
I stood and watched him clumsily pull himself up using the couch. Even when he was drunk, he was still adorable as fuck.
"I'm gonna leave now. I'm...gonna leave now. Come on, Sexypants." He slurred slightly, reaching his hand out for me.
"Awwww...you're gonna fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Frank and Jeph squeaked at us.
"Maybe." I slid my arm around Gee's shoulder and we left together, our friends whistling and screaming vulgarities behind us.
I couldn't take it anymore, I had to kiss him.
I spun around and pinned him to the wall with his hands over his head, smashing my lips to his like I'd die if I didn't.
That's what it feels like to me.
I forced my tongue into his mouth and he moaned, grinding against me.
Oh...fucking score...
"I told you!" Frank laughed from out of nowhere. I jumped and pulled away from Gerard as Frank laughed more. Gee blushed as he walked to us, and I decided it was probably a good idea to let go of Gerard and back off a little.
"What are our rules, babe?"
Ugh. The fucking rules. They go over this every fucking time...
"Call before I go to sleep, call if I get sick, or if I decide I'm coming home." Gerard smiled.
God, is Frank his fucking mother or something?
"And most importantly?" Frank asked, reaching in his pocket and pulling something out, put it in Gee's pants pocket, tilting his head forward so their noses touched.
I wanted to throw up.
That should be me. That should fucking be me. That's not fucking fair.
"Protection with everyone but each other." Gerard whispered to him. Frank grinned and gave him another quick peck, then rubbed his cheek before heading back inside.
"Love you." He grinned at Gerard from the door one last time.
"Love you too!" Gerard beamed, giggling.
Again, I wanted to vomit. It was so fucking cutesy that it made my physically ill. So fucking cutesy and so fucking unfair.
I should be the one cuddling him and holding him and sleeping with him at night. This situation should be reversed. Frank should be the one longing for him and hurting inside and having to resort to fucking Gerard and pretending that he'll be his forever. It's not fucking right.
I should probably do something about that...
Frank's voice harshly brought me out of my thoughts.
"Take good care of him, Bert. I mean it. I'll fucking kill you." Frank warned me, disappearing back into the room.
"Oh, I take good care of you, don't I, Woobiekins?" I whispered to Gerard, kissing him on his cheek.
I half-jogged, half-walked to my car, climbing in and waiting for his fat, drunk ass to catch up to me.
I love his fat, drunk ass.
I started to stir even more in my pants as I sped off towards the house. This had been stirring in me all fucking night, and finally, my dick knew that it was going to get what it wanted.
I was gonna fuck him like he'd never been fucked before.
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