My Chemical Romance, Frank/Gerard
Summary: The time that the whole band woke up as girls was maybe the weirdest. (16,500 words)
Thank you to my fantastic betas ciel_vert , desfinado , and mrsronweasley , all of whom found VERY DIFFERENT THINGS to make much, much better in this fic. You are all my favorites. ♥
Gerard's sleeping patterns had completely reversed on tour, so he mostly slept from dawn until around three in the afternoon. So that meant that at four in the morning, he was awake on the couch in the lounge, sketching lizards in his notebook while he waited for the coffee to finish brewing, when he suddenly felt something really fucking weird happen.
It - wasn't something he could describe. Gerard sat there on the couch, blinking, trying to figure out what, exactly, had just happened. It felt kind of like an all-over, skin-crawling, someone-walked-over-your-grave sensation, but…more. Like. Weirder. More intense. Like it had happened inside and out and all over and just so fucking odd, he couldn't quite pin it down.
He took a deep breath and got up, trying to shake it off. He felt fine, now. He felt normal. Not sick, or drugged, or anything like that. He shrugged, peering around the dark lounge for a second, then finally just went to get more coffee. Coffee helped pretty much any situation.
When he walked across the lounge, though, he felt…funny. Like, really, really odd. Like. Off balance? Or like something was missing? Or like – hmm. He looked down at himself, blinking. Hang on. He tugged on his t-shirt, because, oh weird, oh weird. "Those are breasts," he said, staring down at himself. "I - wait. Those are - wait." And then he was tugging at his pajama pants, half-scared, half-intrigued.
He let the waist of his pants fall back into place with a snap. "Oh." He looked around the lounge again, like someone was going to step in and explain things. "I'm a girl," he said softly when nobody did. Then he went to wake up Mikey.
Mikey, his face pressed into the pillow, opened one eye when Gerard pulled his curtain back and looked in at him anxiously. "Mikey," Gerard said. "I'm - something weird happened." He crawled into Mikey's bunk.
"What?" Mikey yawned hugely, then froze in place, shifting a little on the bunk.
"…uh-oh," Gerard said, staring at Mikey in the dark. "Don’t freak out."
"You remember," Mikey said, blinking at Gerard, "How we talked about when you say 'don't freak out,' it pretty much guarantees that there's something to freak out about?"
"Yes." Gerard nodded, biting his lip. "But - okay, maybe it's okay for you to freak out."
Mikey looked down at himself, letting one hand run over his chest, and then further down under the covers. "Oh, weird," he breathed.
"I know, right?" Gerard said, leaning in, excited. "Mikey, how fucked up is this?"
"Oh," Mikey said, staring at Gerard's face. "It's both of us. It's you, too. You look - different." He paused. "Well, a little different."
Gerard grinned. "I know, I saw, I don't look that different in the face."
"You kind of looked like a girl before," Mikey said.
Gerard nodded a little, still staring. "Yeah, but you look like a girl now." He reached out, pressing one hand against Mikey's cheek. "It's so weird. It's still you, I mean, I know it's you, I can tell it's you, but you look…different." Mikey did; he looked like Mikey, still - it wasn't like Mikey was the butchest of guys - but the change made his whole face different. Softer, maybe, shaped differently? Gerard couldn't quite pinpoint it. His fingers twitched a little with wanting to draw him; he thought if he could put a pencil to paper, he'd be able to tell exactly what had shifted. But Mikey's eyes were the same, and that's why Gerard was able to breathe out softly with relief. So long as he could see Mikey in his eyes, he was good. They were okay.
Mikey pushed himself up on one elbow. "Gerard," he said slowly. "This is weird, right? Like, more than usual weird."
"Yeah," said Gerard. "Yeah, it really fucking is, isn't it?"
"What do we – I mean," Mikey paused, running one hand through his hair. "What do we do? What do we tell the guys?"
Gerard thought for a second. "Well. I mean. I don't know. It might just be a you and me thing, or maybe – I mean, what if it's –"
"Oh fuck," they heard suddenly, loudly, from the direction of Ray's bunk. "Oh fuck."
Gerard and Mikey looked at each other solemnly. "It's not just a you and me thing," Gerard said, and they both scrambled out of the bunk.
Everyone had pretty much calmed down by morning. For certain values of "calmed down." Ray was maybe still quietly hyperventilating in the corner, but then, okay, Ray maybe had more investment in his cock and less curiosity about gender boundaries than the rest of them.
Bob looked a little confused, still, and a little bit tired, but he'd been through a lot of stuff with them and he seemed willing to sort of just see how it played out. (It was really weird that he didn't have a beard. Bob! Without a beard. He looked like his own little sister or something.)
Frank, when they had woken him up – and they'd had to actually shake him awake, he'd snored all the way through Ray's panic attack at his abrupt change of gender – had looked up at them blearily from where he was planted face-first in his pillow. He'd shoved one hand between his legs, gone, "Huh, okay, that's weird, all right," and then fallen right the fuck back to sleep.
Gerard admired Frank's equilibrium. Also his dedication to sleep.
They'd all had a few hours to get used to it, and even Frank had dragged himself into the lounge area of the bunk a few minutes earlier. He looked weirdly like himself, his hair all over the place, his cheek still showing the marks of where it had been pressed against the pillow. He was wearing the same t-shirt and boxers he'd slept in, loose and worn, and if it wasn't for the fact that his breasts were pushing forward against the thin material of the t-shirt, his nipples hard and obvious, you'd barely know the difference.
Frank had a kind of girly face all along, too, Gerard thought. It was something about pretty guys that made the change more subtle.
"Coffee?" Frank asked sleepily when he dragged his way into the lounge. "I've already jerked off – or, I don't know, stroked off, whatever – three times, you guys. This is kind of awesome."
"What?" Frank said, curling up in the corner of the couch as they all gave him various looks. He looked both tired and satisfied. "You guys haven't?"
"Well," Gerard looked around at the room. Bob and Ray were avoiding eye contact. "Not yet."
Frank nodded. "You gotta try it," he said. "It's awesome."
The coffee was nearly done and Gerard started pouring himself a cup when Mikey came out of the back, having taken a shower and gotten cleaned up. "Jesus Christ," Gerard said, staring until he over-filled his mug and burned his hand. He jerked his hand away, shoving his burned fingers into his mouth. "Mikey."
Mikey looked around. "What." He was dressed just as usual – low-slung skinny jeans, his hair carefully coiffed. And a t-shirt that had been too tight back when he hadn't been a girl and which was now –"Mikey," Gerard said, uneasily. "I'm not sure that's appropriate."
There was a long, low whistle from Frank's corner of the couch. "I think it's appropriate," Frank said, his tone admiring. "Man. Mikeyway, you're stacked."
Mikey's mouth flickered a little bit. "I know. Hey, coffee." He took the mug out of Gerard's hand and wandered over to sit down on the floor in front of the couch.
Where had Mikey even gotten a bra, Gerard couldn't help but wonder jealously. His own breasts were more along the lines of the unwieldy and uncomfortable end of the spectrum. He'd settled on zipping his hoodie up over his t-shirt and doing his best to ignore them, even as they shifted alarmingly every time he moved. "Anyway," he said, continuing on from where they'd left off. "Brian said he'd call us later, after he does a little bit of research." Brian had sounded more tired than anything else, actually, like finding his band had all turned into girls overnight was just another thing they did specifically to make his life harder than it already was.
Ray looked up, concerned. "Research," he said slowly, "isn't going to help us very quickly. We have a show tonight, you guys. We can't play like this. I can't play like this."
Ray did not make a very good-looking woman. The proportions were off. His hair was crazy as ever, and yes, okay, his million-mile-long legs might work if he played it right, but he was too tense, too awkward, to look anything but weird and freaked out. He was totally not seeing the cool parts of this situation. And he had kept his arms crossed firmly over his chest for the entire time he'd been out of his bunk, so Gerard couldn't even tell what his tits might be like.
"Brian will figure something out," Bob said from his corner. Bob, weirdly, did make a good-looking woman. He was curvy and – well, possibly built, but with his layer of shirts and hoodie, it was kind of impossible to tell. He seemed less uncomfortable with the situation than Gerard would have imagined. Which was cool. He'd have to talk to Bob about gender issues once they started getting things sorted out, because he was curious about Bob's kind of coolness here.
"What if he doesn't?" Ray said glumly.
"Why don't we give him a chance?" Bob shrugged. "There isn't a whole lot else we can do," he pointed out.
There was silence around the room as they all considered their predicament.
"Well," Frank said finally. "Except masturbate a whole lot. What?" he said as everyone turned to stare at him. "You know I'm right!"
Gerard poured himself another cup of coffee and sat down next to Frank at the table. "Well, besides that, there isn't a whole lot else, so –"
"Man, I hope none of us gets their periods or anything," Frank said suddenly. "How much would that suck?"
"You know," Ray said grimly. "You're not actually being helpful, Frank."
Frank grinned and slurped his coffee. "I'm not actually trying," he noted cheerfully.
Gerard giggled and rested his head on Frank's shoulder, as Ray sighed and buried his head in his hands.
"Frank," Gerard said, rolling out of his bunk later in the afternoon. "Frank, you were so totally right about the jerking off thing, I just came, like, man, three times in a row - oh." He'd pushed through the door to the studio on the back, and there was Frank, with his shirt off, studying himself in the mirrored wall. "Oh, dude, weird."
"I know, right?" Frank said, not taking his eyes off of the mirror. "It's so weird. My tattoos - they're all still there, but –"
"But it looks…different." Gerard pushed his chin over Frank's shoulder – frowning as his tits got in the way - and stared at him in the mirror, too. "So weird."
Frank had smallish breasts, maybe a handful or so, and his chest piece was – God, Gerard didn't know, he'd always kind of completely hated that chest piece, he could have drawn Frankie something so much better – but now, the grenade was sort of nestled between Frank's tits, and the webbing flowed over his breasts in this really smooth way, like netting on water or something, like what you'd use to catch mermaids. The ink was stark against the paleness of Frank's skin, but the lines curved gracefully around his nipples, and traced around the bottom of his breasts, too, sliding down underneath them.
It was kind of beautiful, like this, even though the design hadn't changed. The necklace piece was there, too, arching over the lines of Frank's collarbone. All the ink crammed in on Frank's chest was still a little bit too much, but Gerard couldn't stop staring.
"I know, right?" Frank ran his hands lightly over his own breasts. He leaned his head against Gerard's, sighing a little. "I don't know, it's so weird to see."
"Oh, man," Gerard said, looking down to where the "and" from search and destroy was peeking out over the waist of Frank's jeans, cinched tight now with a pink belt. "Can I see?"
"Yeah, man, it's…even weirder." Frank undid his belt and top button with a quick movement and slid his jeans down low on his hips. His belly curved out a little and his hips were just – Gerard couldn't help it, he reached around to press his hands against the swallow tattoos.
"The letters curve more, or something." The skin was soft under Gerard's hands and he watched in the mirror as his thumbs moved over the swallows' heads.
"I know," Frank said, still sounding distracted, staring at his totally recognizable yet completely different self in the mirror. Gerard stared at his own face over Frank's shoulder. He really didn't look that different in the face, neither of them did, but the curves of Frank's new body reflected in front of them: the swell of his breasts, his dark nipples standing out, hard in the air-conditioned room.
Gerard swallowed, and sighed, pulling back from Frank.
"What?" Frank said, shaking his head at the mirror and turning towards Gerard.
"I don't know," Gerard said, watching Frank tug his t-shirt back on, his nipples still hard and sharply defined against the worn fabric. "I feel like we're missing the point or something."
Frank frowned. "What, you mean, like, this happened for some big important reason? Like in movies, where we're supposed to learn a lesson about feminism or something? Dude, I don’t think that's it. You were already the biggest pussy around."
"Don't be misogynist," Gerard said automatically.
"I wasn't," Frank said, rocking up onto his toes. "I was being sexist. There's a difference."
"Don't do that, either," Gerard said. "You're better than that, Frankie."
"I totally am." Frank bounced a little bit, restlessly. "Hey, I've got something."
"What?" Gerard said.
"You should go down on me." Frank grabbed a hold of Gerard's wrist.
Gerard stared at him with wide eyes. They didn't - this wasn’t something they did. Or. Hadn't – well, okay, not offstage - not when they were guys.
"What?" Frank demanded. "Maybe that's the lesson you're supposed to learn. Figure out where Frank's clitoris is."
"I don't think that's it," Gerard said doubtfully.
"It might be," Frank said. "Come on, I'll help you out." He opened the door, dragging Gerard behind him in the direction of his bunk. "I've already found it a bunch of times."
There was a tapping on the wall outside of Frank's bunk, and Frank said breathlessly, "Wait, don't stop now, that was really doing it for – oh, hi, Mikey," as Gerard dragged the curtain back and looked up at their visitor.
"Hey," Mikey said again, looking down at them.
"What's up?" Gerard dragged a hasty hand over the bottom of his face, but Frank just lay there with his t-shirt pushed up and the blanket thrown haphazardly over his lap. He was pouting.
"What were you guys – oh." Mikey frowned a little. "Ew, Gee."
"It wasn't ew, Mikey, it was awesome," Frank said. His cheeks were really pink. "Or nearly awesome." He shifted under the covers a little.
"I don't want to know, Frank, so shut up." Mikey looked at Gerard again, and Gerard, half under the covers with Frank, tried to act like he totally had pants on. "Anyway," Mikey said pointedly. "Brian cancelled our gig for tonight."
"Oh." Gerard sat up, forgetting about the no-pants thing until Mikey said, softly, "Ew. Again," and closed his eyes until Gerard rearranged the blankets.
Frank, meanwhile, was trying to tug Gerard's hand under the covers. Gerard shook him off, saying, "But, I mean, that's just tonight. What if this doesn't go away that quick? We can't just keep cancelling. Brian knows that."
"Yeah." Mikey shrugged. "Maybe he has a plan."
"We could be a girl band," Frank said cheerfully.
Gerard looked over his shoulder at Frank. Frank had his own hand under the covers, now. "But we're not a girl band."
"We're a band," Frank said, "And we're girls." He bit his lip a little bit, his eyes fluttering shut as his fingers moved under the covers. "That makes us a girl band." His voice came out a little breathless.
"Frank," Mikey said, looking at the wall somewhere above both of them. "Stop it."
"I sort of can't," Frank said, shuddering a little bit. "I – oh my God."
Mikey slid the curtain closed sharply.
"Temporarily," Gerard told them both, watching as Frank tilted his head back, his mouth open wide now as he panted, his hand still moving under the sheet. "We're girls temporarily, and, I mean, being a woman is more than just the physical part of it, it's – a whole bunch of things that translate into the music, and we can't just…invade that, you know?"
"I –" Frank gasped, his hips hitching up, a bead of sweat rolling slowly down his temple as Gerard inched closer. "I just –"
"I'm leaving," Mikey said loudly from the other side of the curtain.
"Sorry, Mikey," Gerard called distractedly, his eyes drawn to where the sheet was sliding down Frank's thighs.
"Don't be sorry, be quiet," he heard faintly, as the door to the bunk area shut firmly behind Mikey.
"Gee," Frank said, panting. "Fuck, please, can you –" He wrapped one hand around Gerard's wrist and tugged it down under the covers, between his legs, where he was so fucking wet.
"God, Frankie." Gerard moved closer. He still had his t-shirt on, but Frank had tugged his pants off earlier, and he pressed himself against Frank's hip. Watching Frank writhe and pant against the pillow was getting Gerard hot and wet all over again, and he slid up against Frank at the same time as he pushed his hand further down between Frank's legs, sinking two fingers into him.
"Fuck," Frank gasped, his hips arching up off the bed. "Fuck, yeah, that, can you just -"
Gerard moved his thumb up over Frank's clit, stroking it as Frank took a deep breath and held it, his head tilted all the way back, neck damp with sweat. And fuck, Gerard wanted to draw him like this, all fucking undone on the bed, on the edge. The long line of his neck, his tattoos shaded in just so, his nipples tight and hard, his mouth, God, his fucking mouth, open and wet and panting for air that just wasn’t fucking there in the closeness of the bunk.
"Ah," Frank gasped. "I – fuck, I'm almost – please –" He angled his hips, turning his face to the side to press it into the pillow, his eyes shut tight.
"Frank," Gerard breathed, mouthing against the tattoos on Frank's shoulder, rubbing himself slickly against Frank's hip, and he felt like he was suddenly fucking close, too. Like, it had been building all along, from before Mikey interrupted them, even, and suddenly, here with Frank moving against him, his whole body had switched to on yes now GO. He moved his fingers inside Frank, deep, then drew them out, fucking soaked with how wet Frank was, and slid them up and over Frank's clit again. Frank had his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his eyes shut tight. His hips were moving up, and up, and fuck, fuck, Gerard was close; he thought he could get off from just this. Just from watching Frank get off; just from the rough slide of his clit against Frank's hip.
"I –" Frank pushed up against Gerard's fingers. "Yeah, just – do it faster - fuck, fucking –" He gasped again, loud. "Faster," he breathed, and Gerard moved his hand as fast as he could, feeling fucking light-headed, feeling like he was falling over the fucking edge right along with Frank.
"F-fuck." Frank could barely get the word out, and he shoved his hips up hard against Gerard's hand. "I think – I'm –" Then he gasped, loud, and shook all over, the muscles in his thighs fucking tight, his mouth wide open with his head thrown back against the pillow.
Gerard couldn't tear his eyes away. Frank was beautiful like this, fucking gorgeous, undone and open, open like every front was torn away and he was letting Gerard just see him. Gerard stroked him through it, keeping his hand where it was until Frank whimpered a little and pushed it away, shuddering one last time.
"Fuck," Frank said, finally blinking his eyes open. "I can't feel my hands." He twisted his head around to grin at Gerard. "That was so much more awesome with you involved." He sounded heartfelt, and Gerard smiled back helplessly, feeling Frank's grin everywhere - in how his heart beat faster, in how he moved closer, in how he got more wet.
"Fuck, Frank." He pressed up close against him. He just – oh man, being a girl didn't take away that visceral need to fuck. His whole body just wanted him to have a dick so he could push deep inside Frank and fuck him through the mattress. "Watching you come was –" Gerard gestured with one hand, still damp and sticky from Frank.
"Yeah?" Frank said, moving easily up onto one elbow beside Gerard. "Show me." He pushed his hand in between Gerard's legs, stroking him roughly, which was just exactly what Gerard fucking needed. Jesus. Gerard fell back against the pillow, lifting his hips as Frank pushed up Gerard's t-shirt with his free hand.
"Jeez," Frank said, looking down at him. "You have really nice tits."
"They're too big," Gerard said, looking down at where one was trying to escape down into his armpit.
"No such thing," Frank said, grinning as he scooped it up, and ran his tongue over the nipple, which hardened immediately. Gerard whimpered, and Frank multi-tasked, closing his hot mouth over Gerard's nipple as he moved his hand steadily between Gerard's legs.
Gerard couldn’t even move. He felt pinned there, Frank's hot tongue moving slowly over his nipple, Frank's fingers sliding up over his clit – oh, fuck, yes, that – then moving away, pressing inside him. He pushed in deep, just this gentle stroking that was sending Gerard over the fucking edge. "Fuck, Frank, fucking – you have to – you’ve got to –" He couldn't stop talking, and he was way too loud, but it was just too fucking much and he was –"Fuck, Frank, I'm – Jesus, I'm –"
Frank twisted his fingers deep inside him, then dragged them out, rubbing them roughly over Gerard's clit at the same time as he bit down lightly against Gerard's nipple, and Gerard's back arching up as he came against Frank's fingers. It pulsed through him, not just where Frank's fingers slid over his clit, but inside, too – he felt it everywhere. It rolled through his entire fucking body in these waves that were totally, totally different from when he came with his dick.
When he finally managed to stop shaking and blink his eyes open, Frank was just sliding his own fingers out of his mouth. "You taste sweet," he said, his eyes happy and bright. "You taste good."
"You should try it with your mouth next time," Gerard said without thinking, his brain still hazy from the orgasm.
"I will," Frank said, and leaned over to slip his tongue into Gerard's mouth, letting Gerard taste himself there, like he knew Gerard was curious. It tasted – different than he expected. But then, he didn't know what, exactly, he had thought it would be like. Like always, maybe, but of course it was different; of course it tasted like when girls came - like salt and sweat, but sweet, too, like oysters, maybe, like the sea.
He licked his own lips when Frank pulled back, grinning down at him like he knew how hard Gerard was getting off on the taste of himself in his mouth. He suddenly, really, sort of desperately wanted Frank to go down on him right now, eat him out, make him come again – because he could go again right now, he really could – just so he could haul Frank up from between his legs afterwards and press his tongue into his mouth, really taste it.
"Gerard." That was Ray's voice, and most probably Ray's fist, banging on the wall next to Frank's bunk. "Phone. Brian." He paused, then said, "Mikey says put on pants before you come out." He paused again. "And wash your hands."
Frank grinned crookedly at Gerard. "Later," he said, promising.
Gerard bit his lip, nodding, and started rummaging around for his pants.
Gerard had to call Brian back on Mikey's cell – his own was lost somewhere in the depths of Frank's bunk. He slid up against Mikey on the couch in the lounge, pressing a quick kiss to the curve of Mikey's jaw, which Mikey haughtily ignored, but handed over his Sidekick, which was the same thing as forgiveness.
"Hey," Gerard said when Brian picked up.
Brian sighed. "You don't sound any different," he said, like it was a personal affront. "None of you do."
"I know, it's weird, right?" Gerard pressed back against Mikey, who huffed out a breath against Gerard's head, but didn't pull away. "I guess that's good, though? I mean, we can still sing, and play, or whatever."
"Yeah, but –" Gerard could almost picture Brian pressing his fingers against his eyes. "You're still girls."
"You think people will notice?" Gerard slid lower, settling against Mikey, and oh, weird, hey, curves. His breast made a softer resting place than his bony chest usually did.
"…yes," Brian said. "Yes. I think people will notice."
"Well. Yeah, okay, probably." Gerard watched as Frank emerged from the bunk area, tugging a hoodie over his thin t-shirt. He'd pulled on his jeans again, but the belt was gone, and they were sliding down low over his hips. "We could be a girl band?" Gerard offered tentatively, grinning a little when Frank heard him and offered two thumbs up.
The long pause before Brian answered did not, Gerard thought, seem like the sort of thinky pause Brian sometimes gave. "But you aren't a girl band."
"I know," Gerard said glumly, picking at the threads on the worn knee of Mikey's jeans. "That's what I told Frank. There are all sorts of gender issues."
"Yes," Brian said, after another one of those too-long pauses. "All sorts. Mostly to do with – and please consider that this is from my perspective as a manager – the fact that the people coming to see your shows expect to see you as, you know, guys."
"I know, right?" Gerard said, sitting up a little. "What are we going to do about that?" He waited, expectant.
"Dude," Brian said finally. "I don't know. That’s…sort of what we have to figure out."
"Oh." Gerard leaned back, resting his head back against Mikey's breast again. "Brian doesn’t know what to do," he confided in Mikey softly.
Mikey shrugged a little.
"We'll figure this out, Brian," Gerard said consolingly. "I mean, this doesn't just happen and then not go away, right?"
Brian made a strangled sound over the phone.
"This doesn't just happen and then not go away," Gerard said more firmly.
"I hope you're fucking right," Brian said. "I'm going to go make some more calls."
"Tell him I'll call Pete," Mikey said over Gerard's shoulder.
"Mikey's gonna have phone sex with Pete," Gerard said dutifully.
"Oh God," Brian said. "Just – fuck my life."
Mikey punched Gerard's shoulder. "Pete knows things," he said. "His band has been through some weird stuff."
"Whatever," Gerard murmured. "Anyway," he said to Brian. "We don't have a show until tomorrow, right?"
"Twenty-four hours," Brian said, his voice tired and tinny over the phone line. "You've got twenty-four hours."
"A lot can happen in twenty-four hours," Gerard said.
"Don't I fucking know it." Brian sighed. "I'll call back tonight."
"Maybe try Ray's cell," Gerard said hastily. Who knew what he and Frank, or Mikey and Pete, might be doing later.
"Right," Brian said tiredly, and hung up.
Gerard passed the phone back to Mikey, who immediately slid it open and started typing.
"So?" Frank asked, from where he was eating Lucky Charms out of the box, sprawled over the bench seat of the table across from the sofa. "What does Brian think?"
Gerard shrugged. "He has no idea."
"And we have until tomorrow." Frank examined a blue diamond marshmallow carefully before popping it into his mouth.
Gerard considered pointing out the anti-veganism of marshmallows, but decided to let it go. "What should we do?" he asked. Maybe see a psychic? Maybe something they'd all mutually done in a past life had led to this. Or maybe an herbalist. Maybe it was something they ate, or something they hadn't eaten, or –
"Not waste time," Frank said, smiling sweetly at Ray and Bob as they emerged from the back studio of the bus. "Tonight's a hotel night, right?" he asked, spreading his hands innocently as Ray turned to glare at him.
Ray looked at Gerard sullenly. "I think you guys are enjoying this."
Gerard looked up at Ray, surprised. "We are. Or, well, I am." He looked over at Frank, who just settled back against the wall, his legs stretched the length of the booth seat. "We both are, yeah. You guys…aren't?"
Bob shrugged, and sat down on the other side of the booth from Frank, easily snagging the cereal box from him, and throwing a handful of cereal at his face when Frank whined and grabbed for it. "It's cool," Bob said, shrugging again. "I mean, whatever."
Gerard looked at Bob with admiration. "It's awesome that you're so flexible about this."
"Whatever." Bob popped another handful of cereal into his mouth. "I can still play the drums. I can still kick Ray's ass at Halo." He grunted as Frank launched himself over the table at him, knocking the cereal box onto the floor. "I can still crush the life out of this motherfucker." He shoved at Frank, and Frank slid off him onto the floor under the table, banging his head as he went.
"Ow," he said, from under the table.
"Serves you right, wasting perfectly good Lucky Charms like that," Bob said.
Frank leaned his chin on Bob's thigh and batted his eyelashes up at him, and Bob patted him on the head a little.
"Ray's the one that's weirded out," Frank said.
"Well, yes." Ray's voiced was strained. "I don't. This isn't." He sighed. "This isn't me. I don’t want to explore gender boundaries, Gerard!" He sounded a little frantic.
"He misses his giant dick," Frank explained, still under the table.
"That's not it!" Ray said defensively.
"That's totally it," Bob said, not unsympathetically.
"That's totally it," Gerard said, leaning towards Ray across the aisle. "And that's totally okay. Totally understandable."
"I'm not a chick," Ray said unhappily.
"None of us are." Gerard reached forward to pat his knee.
"Some of us were always a little more in touch with their feminine side than others," Frank said, crawling out from under the table and kneeing his way across the aisle to push himself between Gerard and Mikey.
"Oof," said Mikey, as Frank wriggled to arrange himself comfortably.
"Don't be sexist," Bob said, as Gerard opened his mouth, then just nodded approvingly.
"I'm not," Frank said, leaning his head against the crook of Mikey's shoulder. "I'm being realistic. What?" he said when Gerard raised an eyebrow at him. "We're not girls. We shouldn't be girls. No matter how girly you – I mean, we – sometimes are. You know I'm right."
"Well." Gerard gnawed on his lip a little, thinking about it. "Okay, yeah," he said. "But go, Bob, for pushing those gender expectations."
"I just want to play the drums. Okay?" Bob said carefully, his face completely expressionless.
"Totally okay," Gerard assured him. Whatever. Bob had kind of been the least girly of the bunch of them, before the change, and he was taking this whole thing in stride. Gerard thought that was awesome.
"Anyway," Frank said. "Hotel night tonight, right?"
"I'm rooming with Frank," Gerard said before Frank even had the words out.
Frank grinned, jerking his chin up. "Yeah, you are."
"I'm rooming with Ray," Mikey said, without looking up from his Sidekick.
Ray jerked his head up, staring at Mikey. His face turned bright fucking red as Gerard watched. "Um," he said.
"Thank God," Bob muttered, settling back against the wall. "I'll get some fucking quiet tonight."
Gerard looked first at Mikey, who glanced up from his phone, his eyebrows saying absolutely nothing about the fact that he was clearly making a move on Ray. Now. Of all times. Then Gerard glanced at Frank, who was sprawled back on the seat next to him, boneless and relaxed, with this completely fucking filthy look on his face, that showed just what he was thinking about tonight's hotel night.
"Cunnilingus," Frank said, finally, enunciating carefully, and Mikey squirmed a little bit, and Gerard burst into giggles. Frank snickered loudly, and Ray got even redder, which Gerard didn't think was even possible, and Bob just continued reading his magazine, calmly flipping the page of "Drum Beat Weekly" like he didn't even notice, and definitely didn't care.
The hotel was overbooked. Which, you know, happened. Sure. On a Monday night in Ohio. Something about it being the lakes region, something about it being a certain season, and yes, they had had a reservation, but right now, the system was down, and they were going to have to wait, and finally even Ray backed away from the counter and headed sullenly to the line of chairs against the wall, where Gerard and the rest of the guys were waiting.
"We have rooms," Ray said morosely. "We just can't get in them yet. For some reason that the girl at the counter doesn’t deem fit to share with me."
Gerard sighed and shifted on his chair. Frank who was on the floor, slouched against Gerard's legs and whined quietly. They were all trying to be vaguely undercover, as far as it went. Gerard, Frank, and Bob had their hoods up, and Gerard had giant sunglasses on, even in the hotel lobby at 10 o'clock at night. Mikey's sole concession to stealth was to text with his phone held up in front of his face. Ray – who had long since given up any aspirations of stealth – had just put on one of Bob's old hoodies, zipped all the way to the chin, and hoped for the best.
Ten PM in central Ohio was apparently the best possible time and place to achieve anonymity.
"Frank." Gerard shifted. Frank was gnawing the side of his knee, in a way that shouldn't have been turning Gerard on, and yet was. Frank's breath, hot through the denim - the fact that he was desperate enough to gnaw on Gerard's knee - was really getting Gerard going. In the hotel lobby. In Ohio, on a Monday night.
"Frank," Ray said, and frowned at both Frank and Gerard when Frank jerked his head up, surprised. "Could you not do that? You know. Here?"
"I wasn't," Frank said automatically.
"You were, though," Gerard pointed out. And now Ray was frowning fiercely at both of them, which was really totally unfair, because it wasn't like Gerard had been doing anything inappropriate.
"Yeah, but it's not, like, dirty or anything." Frank shrugged, tucking his chin over Gerard's slightly-damp knee. "I was just –"
"Orally fixated," Ray said, sighing.
Mikey lifted his head from his phone at that.
"Yes," Frank said, putting his mouth on Gerard's thigh and breathing out hot against the denim. "That."
"Oh God." Ray sat down heavily in the chair next to Mikey, tilting his head back and banging it lightly against the wall with his eyes closed. "How is this my life."
Mikey slid his phone closed and got up in one quick movement, weirdly smooth. "Be right back," he said tonelessly, meandering away.
Frank rested his cheek against Gerard's leg and sighed heavily, moving his fingers over Gerard's shin in a steady rhythm. And it wasn't hot, it really wasn't, it was annoying more than anything else, but suddenly all Gerard could think about was Frank shifting around so he was between Gerard's knees. Because then he could lean forward and press his mouth up against the denim right there between Gerard's thighs, and breathe out hot, and just – fuck. Fuck. Gerard shifted in his seat, pushing Frank's head off his thigh. He was too hot, it was stifling here in the lobby. It was so fucking weird, to be this turned on and have it all just be happening – inside. No hard-on to hide, which was nice, but Jesus Christ, every time Frank breathed on him, he got wetter and wetter and it was a really weird feeling. Awesome. But weird.
Frank was sitting back, cross-legged on the floor in front of him, looking up at him in that way that said he knew exactly what Gerard was thinking about, exactly why Gerard was crossing his legs uncomfortably, exactly why Gerard's face was flushing so much.
Gerard took a breath and let it out slow. "Fuck, we need a room."
Mikey wandered back and dropped down in the seat next to Gerard again. "Here," he said, handing him a key card.
Gerard stared down at it like it was the holy grail. "I – wait, how?" Gerard looked over at the girl at the front desk, who looked a little flushed, and a lot happier than she had about ten minutes ago.
Mikey shrugged one shoulder, not looking up, but he passed another card to Bob, then sat there, flipping the third card over in his hand, and arching one eyebrow at Ray.
"Mikeyway, you're made of awesome," Frank said, pushing himself to his feet, slinging both of their bags over his shoulder, and grabbing Gerard's hand
"I am," Mikey said, still sitting there like he had all the time in the world, while Ray kept looking from Mikey to the front desk clerk, like he was trying to figure out what Mikey's secret was.
Gerard blew Mikey a kiss as he let himself be tugged towards the elevator by Frank. "He really is, you know," he said to Frank. "Made of awesome."
"I know," Frank said, really heartfelt, and Gerard – he didn't even know. It was Frank, and he was bouncing a little on his toes as they waited for the elevator to get there. Hoodie on, zipped up, jeans sliding down his hips a little, his face glowing. He was just Frank, and it was kind of this revelation or some shit like that, something that just hit Gerard square in the chest. That he wasn't getting off on Frank being a girl all of a sudden, that it was just Frank being who he was that was getting to Gerard. That it wouldn't have mattered if Frank had tits or not, Gerard wanted to press him up against the wall right here in the lobby in front of God and Ohio and do dirty, dirty things to him.
"Frank," he said, only his voice came out all hoarse, and Frank looked up at him, catching on to it, all heated, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened, and Frank had his hands wrapped in the collar of Gerard's hoodie and was dragging him inside, pressing him up against the wall before the doors had even fully closed. He dropped their bags heavily to the floor beside them.
"Gee –" Frank was pushing the front of Gerard's hoodie up and tucking his fingers into the front of Gerard's jeans as he kissed him. Gerard was hanging on to Frank's shoulders, hitching himself closer, and keeping one eye open to watch the floors change. Frank didn't care. Frank was undoing the top button on Gerard's jeans.
"Frank, we're –" Gerard bit his lip as Frank slid his fingers into his pants. The elevator dinged loudly and the doors slid open to an older guy waiting to get on. Gerard shoved Frank's hand out of his pants, blinked up to check that they were on the right floor, and dragged Frank out of the elevator. They had to duck back in to grab their bags off the floor, Frank giggling, and Gerard doing his level best to not make eye contact with the older dude, who was holding the door open with one hand, eyebrows up, looking amused. Gerard blushed hard and muttered, "Thanks, sorry, thanks," and shoved Frank down the hallway in front of him.
It only took him two tries to get the key card to work, and that was with Frank pressed up behind him, sliding his hands up under Gerard's hoodie to cup his breasts. Once they stumbled inside, Gerard pushed Frank against the wall and kissed him. When he pulled back, Frank pushed forward, trying to shove him towards the bed.
Gerard shook his head, pressed him harder against the wall, and kissed him again. It lasted a long time, and Frank was pressing himself up against his thigh when he pulled back again. "Oh. I - wait." Frank pushed up on his toes, kissing Gerard, his hands tightly fisted in the back of Gerard's hoodie. "Do that again," he said tightly, and Gerard did, pressing in against him and kissing him for all he was worth.
When he pulled back again, Frank was limp against the wall, boneless and breathless, his face flushed and his breath coming short and fast. "Fuck," he said, finally, blinking his eyes open. "I – fuck, Gerard."
"Yeah?" Gerard asked.
"Fuck, yeah." Frank surged forward against him, and this time Gerard let himself be pushed backwards, stumbling as he hit the bed, and Frank crashed down on top of him. They struggled together until Gerard got the heels of his boots on the bed, managed to push himself up far enough that his head was on the pillows. Frank, meanwhile, had his tongue busy in Gerard's mouth, while he frantically undid Gerard's jeans and worked on shoving them down. Gerard lifted his hips until Frank could get them down as far as he could, yanking one leg off inside-out, and leaving one leg caught on Gerard's boot.
"Fuck that noise," Frank said, his lips against Gerard's thigh, and sprawled on his stomach between Gerard's legs and went for it, tongue-first.
There were a lot of things about Frank that Gerard loved, but the tongue-first thing was pretty much way up there on the list.
It took Gerard about a minute and a half before he was moaning and coming against Frank's tongue, clenching tight around where Frank had slid two fingers inside, but he had to admit that one of the things that was really fucking nice about being a girl was not having to be embarrassed about coming quickly, instead of making an effort to hold off. Things were so different for girls. It felt like getting there was an achievement.
Frank seemed to think so, too, from the way he was shaking between Gerard's thighs, his eyes closed, dark lashes against his cheeks, biting a little bit against Gerard's thigh as he got himself off against the bed with his own hand between his legs.
He groaned loudly when he came, his head rocking against the skin of Gerard's thigh. His hair felt soft against the delicate skin there, and Gerard reached down to run his hand through it, gently tugging against it to tilt Frank's flushed face up to his own.