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wordslingingSo I, uh. Wrote non-AU bandom fic. But it's gen! Mostly, anyway. Also based on something that Frank has happened in an interview, so whatever.
The Way It Has to Be, MCR, PG-13 for language
It's not like they make a habit of sleeping together.
It happens, sure--living together in tiny spaces as much as they do, it'd be weird if they hadn't. It happened more in the old days; when they were still in a van and whoever was in the back would take turns napping on each other, or times when they could actually spring for a hotel but not more than two beds, so Ray bunked down with Matt and Frank ended up in the middle of a Way brothers sandwich (he knows a lot of people would envy him for that, but they don't know that Gerard steals all the fucking covers and Mikey kicks). Now that they finally upgraded to a bus, it still happens sometimes. Like when it's after a show and they're all close to crashing but Frank still squirms his way into someone's bunk to talk to them and falls asleep there totally without meaning to, and mostly they let him stay (Bob will usually carry him back to his own, but that's cool too because half-waking to find Bob carrying you to bed and tucking you in is really sort of nice). Or that time when the heat broke down in November, and he and Mikey would both whine until they were each allowed to crawl in with someone else every night.
So, yeah, Frank's slept with (but not, like, slept with) all his bandmates at least once, and Gerard probably more than the rest, because he likes to cuddle almost as much as Frank does, and is good about not kicking Frank out even when his feet are cold. But it's not like they do it all the time, or anything.
Also, Gerard's never been naked before.
What happens--what's been happening--is that Gerard still hasn't been sleeping well. He's past the worst parts of the getting sober thing, past the withdrawal and the sweats and the terrors and, okay, if Frank ever hears anyone call Gerard a wimp or a pussy he's going to have to kick their ass, because the son of a bitch went cold turkey and fucking owned it, and he's mostly okay on his own at night now. But he still has bad dreams sometimes, or still just needs to feel like he's not alone, so while it's usually Frank who does the most crawling into other peoples' bunks, lately all of them have been waking up with Gerard curled against them.
Apparently it's Frank's turn tonight, because he wakes up with warm weight on one side of him, pinning the covers down. He rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand a little, then pushes himself up on his elbow and isn't really surprised to see Gerard.
He's wearing his skeleton pajamas with the hood pulled over his head, and he's tucked into a ball against Frank's side, and it's really kind of absurdly fucking cute. Frank ponders just letting him stay asleep, but then reaches out to poke him gently.
"Gee. Hey."
The poking just makes Gerard curl up more, like he's a hedgehog or something, but he does give a vaguely interrogatory "mmph?", so Frank pokes him again.
"Hey. You wanna get under the covers?"
"Hm?" Gerard lifts his head and blinks at Frank sleepily, which is, again, ridiculously cute. "You don't mind?"
"Nah, man, get in here," Frank replies, tugging at the sheets where Gerard's lying on top of them.
It's tricky moving around in the bunks when there's just one of you, let alone two, and Gerard ends up kind of on top of Frank for a bit, but eventually they're both settled under the covers and Gerard tucks his head against Frank's shoulder and Frank reaches under the hood to run his fingers through Gerard's hair, which always helps him fall asleep.
Frank doesn't know how much later it is the next time he wakes up. Just that what woke him up was being elbowed in the nose by Gerard, who is--in the process of shrugging out of his pajamas?
"Sorry," he mutters, and then goes back to stripping, and doesn't say anything else until Frank finally gets out a "...Dude. What."
"Too fucking hot," Gerard explains, and squirms the rest of his way out of the pajamas--under the covers, for which Frank is grateful--then kicks them out of the bunk.
"Um," Frank says.
Gerard looks over at him, and only then seems to realize that he did, in fact, just strip naked in someone else's bunk.
"Um. Is this gonna be weird for you?" he asks.
Frank's eyebrows go up. "Is it gonna be weird?" he demands, but quietly (the last thing he needs is Ray or Bob or, y'know, Mikey waking up while Gerard is naked in his bunk).
Gerard droops a little. "D'you want me to, um..."
He makes a vague gesture that Frank figures is either supposed to mean 'go back to my own bunk' or 'put my pajamas back on', and whichever it is, Frank is on the verge of saying 'yes, I do', but Gerard's looking at him and biting his lower lip and damn it, no one in this band who's not Frank himself is supposed to be that good at puppy-dog eyes.
Frank sighs. "No, it's okay, just let me--" And there's more squirming and fumbling and he's pretty sure he accidentally groped Gerard somewhere in there, but finally he's on top of the covers, which doesn't seem like it should be all that much less weird, but it is.
"No offense, man, but there are some things I think I'm just not ready for in our relationship." He pauses, then adds, "Also, you wake up with morning wood, you're own your own." Pause. "And preferably in the bathroom."
Gerard snorts and tries to kick him, which ends up being more of a nudge since now he's pinned on one side, and then settles down again.
"Thanks, dude," he mutters, already falling asleep again. "Really."
Frank smiles indulgently, mostly because Gerard's eyes are closed. "Hey, you're the singer. Gotta take care of you."
He's pretty sure there might be some awkward questions if one of the other guys wakes up before they do and finds Gerard's pajamas on the floor in front of Frank's bunk, but whatever, he'd like to see one of them kick a naked, pitiful-looking Gerard out of bed.
...Well, Mikey probably would. Maybe Bob, too. But Ray, man, Ray would totally understand Frank's plight. Anyway, the point is...Frank's not really sure what the point is anymore, because he's warm and sleepy and Gerard is breathing deep and easy next to him, and any nudity-induced awkwardness can wait until morning.
The Way It Has to Be, MCR, PG-13 for language
It's not like they make a habit of sleeping together.
It happens, sure--living together in tiny spaces as much as they do, it'd be weird if they hadn't. It happened more in the old days; when they were still in a van and whoever was in the back would take turns napping on each other, or times when they could actually spring for a hotel but not more than two beds, so Ray bunked down with Matt and Frank ended up in the middle of a Way brothers sandwich (he knows a lot of people would envy him for that, but they don't know that Gerard steals all the fucking covers and Mikey kicks). Now that they finally upgraded to a bus, it still happens sometimes. Like when it's after a show and they're all close to crashing but Frank still squirms his way into someone's bunk to talk to them and falls asleep there totally without meaning to, and mostly they let him stay (Bob will usually carry him back to his own, but that's cool too because half-waking to find Bob carrying you to bed and tucking you in is really sort of nice). Or that time when the heat broke down in November, and he and Mikey would both whine until they were each allowed to crawl in with someone else every night.
So, yeah, Frank's slept with (but not, like, slept with) all his bandmates at least once, and Gerard probably more than the rest, because he likes to cuddle almost as much as Frank does, and is good about not kicking Frank out even when his feet are cold. But it's not like they do it all the time, or anything.
Also, Gerard's never been naked before.
What happens--what's been happening--is that Gerard still hasn't been sleeping well. He's past the worst parts of the getting sober thing, past the withdrawal and the sweats and the terrors and, okay, if Frank ever hears anyone call Gerard a wimp or a pussy he's going to have to kick their ass, because the son of a bitch went cold turkey and fucking owned it, and he's mostly okay on his own at night now. But he still has bad dreams sometimes, or still just needs to feel like he's not alone, so while it's usually Frank who does the most crawling into other peoples' bunks, lately all of them have been waking up with Gerard curled against them.
Apparently it's Frank's turn tonight, because he wakes up with warm weight on one side of him, pinning the covers down. He rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand a little, then pushes himself up on his elbow and isn't really surprised to see Gerard.
He's wearing his skeleton pajamas with the hood pulled over his head, and he's tucked into a ball against Frank's side, and it's really kind of absurdly fucking cute. Frank ponders just letting him stay asleep, but then reaches out to poke him gently.
"Gee. Hey."
The poking just makes Gerard curl up more, like he's a hedgehog or something, but he does give a vaguely interrogatory "mmph?", so Frank pokes him again.
"Hey. You wanna get under the covers?"
"Hm?" Gerard lifts his head and blinks at Frank sleepily, which is, again, ridiculously cute. "You don't mind?"
"Nah, man, get in here," Frank replies, tugging at the sheets where Gerard's lying on top of them.
It's tricky moving around in the bunks when there's just one of you, let alone two, and Gerard ends up kind of on top of Frank for a bit, but eventually they're both settled under the covers and Gerard tucks his head against Frank's shoulder and Frank reaches under the hood to run his fingers through Gerard's hair, which always helps him fall asleep.
Frank doesn't know how much later it is the next time he wakes up. Just that what woke him up was being elbowed in the nose by Gerard, who is--in the process of shrugging out of his pajamas?
"Sorry," he mutters, and then goes back to stripping, and doesn't say anything else until Frank finally gets out a "...Dude. What."
"Too fucking hot," Gerard explains, and squirms the rest of his way out of the pajamas--under the covers, for which Frank is grateful--then kicks them out of the bunk.
"Um," Frank says.
Gerard looks over at him, and only then seems to realize that he did, in fact, just strip naked in someone else's bunk.
"Um. Is this gonna be weird for you?" he asks.
Frank's eyebrows go up. "Is it gonna be weird?" he demands, but quietly (the last thing he needs is Ray or Bob or, y'know, Mikey waking up while Gerard is naked in his bunk).
Gerard droops a little. "D'you want me to, um..."
He makes a vague gesture that Frank figures is either supposed to mean 'go back to my own bunk' or 'put my pajamas back on', and whichever it is, Frank is on the verge of saying 'yes, I do', but Gerard's looking at him and biting his lower lip and damn it, no one in this band who's not Frank himself is supposed to be that good at puppy-dog eyes.
Frank sighs. "No, it's okay, just let me--" And there's more squirming and fumbling and he's pretty sure he accidentally groped Gerard somewhere in there, but finally he's on top of the covers, which doesn't seem like it should be all that much less weird, but it is.
"No offense, man, but there are some things I think I'm just not ready for in our relationship." He pauses, then adds, "Also, you wake up with morning wood, you're own your own." Pause. "And preferably in the bathroom."
Gerard snorts and tries to kick him, which ends up being more of a nudge since now he's pinned on one side, and then settles down again.
"Thanks, dude," he mutters, already falling asleep again. "Really."
Frank smiles indulgently, mostly because Gerard's eyes are closed. "Hey, you're the singer. Gotta take care of you."
He's pretty sure there might be some awkward questions if one of the other guys wakes up before they do and finds Gerard's pajamas on the floor in front of Frank's bunk, but whatever, he'd like to see one of them kick a naked, pitiful-looking Gerard out of bed.
...Well, Mikey probably would. Maybe Bob, too. But Ray, man, Ray would totally understand Frank's plight. Anyway, the point is...Frank's not really sure what the point is anymore, because he's warm and sleepy and Gerard is breathing deep and easy next to him, and any nudity-induced awkwardness can wait until morning.
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Date: 2007-10-20 04:44 am (UTC)dead, you have made me. :(
too cute for words, this fic. i love snuggly gen.
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Date: 2007-10-20 04:35 pm (UTC)Also, I seem to have missed this interview. Is there a link to it that you can give me?
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this was adorable
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