THIS IS FRERARD FICTION. BE WARNED, IF YOU DONT APROVE OF THE AMAZINGLY HOT COUPLE, OR IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE HOMOPHOBIC TYPES, DONT READ IT.
Darkness floated round the MCR tourbus. It was 3 a.m.; Ray, Bob, Mikey and Frank were asleep in their bunks. Ray was snoring a little. Apart from that, and the scratching of Gerards pen as he drew in the corner by the orange glow of a streetlight nearby, there was silence.
There was a rumble of thunder and a flash of lightening. The lights went out.
What the fuck?!?!?! muttered Gerard.
THUNDERSTORM! YAY! called Mikey, waking suddenly before jumping up on his bunk and smacking his head on the bunk above him. Shit, he said. But THUNDERSTORM! WAHOO!
Whassgoinon? said Bob sleepily, woken by Mikeys shrieking. Another roll of thunder sounded.
Ray got up from his bunk and walked over in the dark to a window, clipping Mikey over the head to shut him up as he went past. He looked up and down the road, at the streetlights. All of them were out. Great. Just excellent. Power cut.
THUNDERSTORM! POWER CUT! YAY!
Shut up, Mikes, said Gerard. Not that it even matters. Everyones already awake, no thanks to you.
Frankies still asleep, Gee, said Bob, because that is what Bob does. More Thunder.
All their heads turned towards Franks sleeping form.
He thrashed around, hips thrust high, shining with sweat.
Their jaws dropped.
Frank? said Mikey, curiously.
Frankie? said Gerard?
murmured Frank, sound asleep.
The looks on the bands faces ranged from wonder to disgust, yet they did not look away.
Still asleep, Frank continued to twist and writhe, then suddenly let out a groan of pleasure, Oh, Gee! and lay motionless. He did not stir after yet more thunder. He was enjoying his dream too much.
FRANK? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? yelled Bob.
Ray was too astounded to speak.
Mikey, meanwhile, marched straight over to Franks bunk and shook him by the shoulders for all he was worth. FRANK YOU WAKE UP- NOW! WHAT THE FUCK WAS - THAT!
Gerard said nothing.
Franks eyes flew open. He stared, bewildered, at the angry faces around him.
What? What is it? Whats the matter? Mikey, let go of me!
For a moment no one said anything.
Then Mikey said in a little flat voice, obviously disgusted, Nothing. Oh God
nothing happened. Fuckin hell
theres a thunderstorm. Yay
He was appalled and horrified by what he saw. He climbed back into his bunk and pulled the sheets up over his head.
Whats eating him? said Frank. No one answered.
its um, late and Im tired, you know? I think Im gonna just go back to sleep
said Ray awkwardly, also getting returning to his bunk. Without a word, Bob copied him.
Through the near-darkness, Frank looked at Gerard. God, he was so hot. Lust overwhelmed him, but then he averted his gaze to Mikey. His best friend for so long, he knew Mikey would never forgive him for loving his big brother. But there was, of course, no chance of anything happening between him and Gerard. After all, Gerard had showed no signs of being gay. He turned back to Gerard, who turned and caught him staring. Frank glanced down at his feet, too embarrassed to look back at him, afraid he might see inside his head and find out about the dream he had just had left. It had been so perfect
Frank? Gerard whispered. Frankie?
Uhuh? said Frank, sheepishly.
Earlier, you know, when we woke you up
you were thrashing about all over the place, thats why we woke you but
Yeah? said Frank, afraid of what was coming next.
you said my name. said Gerard. His cheeks flushed violently.
he said awkwardly.
Frank was speechless. Shit, he thought. Here it comes. The rejection
I mean, do you
feel that way? About me? Because, you know, if you do, then
He walked over and sat down on Franks bunk.
Yes? said Frank, leaning towards Gerard.
He turned to face Frank properly. He gazed directly into his eyes, then smiled. Frank returned the smile; at that moment leaning further towards Gerard. Their lips met, the kiss tender at first, but then Gerard deepened the kiss, exploring Franks mouth with his tongue, pushing him back down flat on the bunk. Frank also put more effort into the kiss, making Gerard groan with delight. Gerard then straddled him, and began kissing his neck, occasionally biting him. Frank pulled away for a moment.
Gee, what about the others?
Forget them for a minute, Frankie, just fuck me!
Frank lay next to Gerard, both of them staring up at the ceiling. For a moment there was total silence, while the couple took in what just happened.
Whoa. whispered Gerard.
you know what, Gee?
I love thunderstorms.