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You're so beautiful. The way your lusting eyes graze my own, just waiting until i gave you approval. But tonight, it's not about you. I have a new friend that i want. I want your brother. Surprisingly enough, i'll get him. That is what my goal is for the show. I want a little bit of Frikey. Hell yea.

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The beginning of Cemetary Drive was played as usual. We all were headbanging, it was already getting fun. The ecstacy of the show, the sweat, and beat in my blood was getting to me. I walked a little further over.

"Mmhhmmm... What's up?" i whispered in Mike's ear. It made him jump, but he still didn't hesitate or mess up on the bass.

"What are you doing?" I could read on his lips.

"You'll see." And i winked. He looked incredulous. I don't think he understands my ideas just yet.

Soon into 'Prison', i went back on my journey. I walked behind him, and he couldn't see me.

&&&Mikey pov&&&

I felt who i assumed to be Frank nuzzling my ear. I turned and licked his cheek, giving him the satisfaction of accomplishing his goal. I figured he was throwing fuel on the fire of what we recently discovered to be 'frikey'.

As i turned, and nipped at his neck, biting as i went to his collar bone, Gerard looked over. I think he heard Frank giggle. I think you could hear it a mile away.

"Okay you lovebirds. Break it up. And. . . E'ry body in the whole place, whole place."

"Clap!!"

But we didn't break it up. He got down on his knees, then on his back, still playing. As usual, right?

My mind works wonders. I walked up and straddled him, then bent down. My bass gently grazed his thighs, and i heard him gasp. He looked up, and just realized what was going on. I got back up, and continued playing all through 'Mama'.

Usually we have some sort of set, but tonight, we're just going with the flow.
And the same with the productions, no Black Parade tonight. We're ourselves, and just guessing.

&&&Frank pov&&&

After the show, and an onstage kiss, I steered clear of Gerard. He knows that the onstage shows are usually our thing. This time, i wanted to shake it up. And it worked. We got more fangirl screams than ever. Those are what i think fuel our following.

"What was that?" I heard in my ear. The breath was ragged, hands on my hips. I felt my knees buckle as he nipped at my ear.

"I don't know. I just . . . went for it, i-" And i was silenced, because it's hard to think when someone is in your neck, kissing you in all the tender spots.

"Do it more often." And then he was gone. I never did figure out who it was, because by the time i turned around, the mystery man was already in the elevator. I knew it was one of the ways, but they both have the nose that i felt, and the strong jawline. Mikey's voice really doesn't have a nasal effect, but i wasn't focused enough to know who it was.

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In the middle of the night, i felt an arm laying over me in my bunk.

"mmm...hello?" I whispered.

It wasn't long before i felt Mikey slip his glasses into the compartment where i keep stuff. He took his shirt off.

"What're ya doing Mike? We're both married. Thi-" But i couldn't say anymore becaused he grabbed me. Full on, no hesitation, no teasing.

"Shut up. I need this right now. I mean now. Right. Fucking. Now."

"Okay. Okay, Mikey. Fucking. Way." Ever wondered how he came up with that??

Mwua calls claim.

And soon enough we were in boxers, laying on one another. We need to stop. Soon, but, this will be over soon enough anyways.

Fuck it.

&&&Mikey pov&&&

I felt my self grab him. Tell him to shut up.

"-Mikey. Fucking. Way." I thought to myself, hmm. Cute nickname, i think??

And when were in my boxers, i didn't hesitate. I went down, i took him in. I loved his muffled moans. The hips, forcing him deeper and deeper.

But he listened. He listened to me, when i wanted him to do it more often. And now frikey is a frequent occurence. . .

Description
You're so beautiful. The way your lusting eyes graze my own, just waiting until i gave you approval. But tonight, it's not about you. I have a new friend that i want. I want your brother. Surprisingly enough, i'll get him. That is what my goal is for the show. I want a little bit of Frikey. Hell yea.

&&&&&&&&

The beginning of Cemetary Drive was played as usual. We all were headbanging, it was already getting fun. The ecstacy of the show, the sweat, and beat in my blood was getting to me. I walked a little further over.

"Mmhhmmm... What's up?" i whispered in Mike's ear. It made him jump, but he still didn't hesitate or mess up on the bass.

"What are you doing?" I could read on his lips.

"You'll see." And i winked. He looked incredulous. I don't think he understands my ideas just yet.

Soon into 'Prison', i went back on my journey. I walked behind him, and he couldn't see me.

&&&Mikey pov&&&

I felt who i assumed to be Frank nuzzling my ear. I turned and licked his cheek, giving him the satisfaction of accomplishing his goal. I figured he was throwing fuel on the fire of what we recently discovered to be 'frikey'.

As i turned, and nipped at his neck, biting as i went to his collar bone, Gerard looked over. I think he heard Frank giggle. I think you could hear it a mile away.

"Okay you lovebirds. Break it up. And. . . E'ry body in the whole place, whole place."

"Clap!!"

But we didn't break it up. He got down on his knees, then on his back, still playing. As usual, right?

My mind works wonders. I walked up and straddled him, then bent down. My bass gently grazed his thighs, and i heard him gasp. He looked up, and just realized what was going on. I got back up, and continued playing all through 'Mama'.

Usually we have some sort of set, but tonight, we're just going with the flow.
And the same with the productions, no Black Parade tonight. We're ourselves, and just guessing.

&&&Frank pov&&&

After the show, and an onstage kiss, I steered clear of Gerard. He knows that the onstage shows are usually our thing. This time, i wanted to shake it up. And it worked. We got more fangirl screams than ever. Those are what i think fuel our following.

"What was that?" I heard in my ear. The breath was ragged, hands on my hips. I felt my knees buckle as he nipped at my ear.

"I don't know. I just . . . went for it, i-" And i was silenced, because it's hard to think when someone is in your neck, kissing you in all the tender spots.

"Do it more often." And then he was gone. I never did figure out who it was, because by the time i turned around, the mystery man was already in the elevator. I knew it was one of the ways, but they both have the nose that i felt, and the strong jawline. Mikey's voice really doesn't have a nasal effect, but i wasn't focused enough to know who it was.

&&&&&&&&&&&&

In the middle of the night, i felt an arm laying over me in my bunk.

"mmm...hello?" I whispered.

It wasn't long before i felt Mikey slip his glasses into the compartment where i keep stuff. He took his shirt off.

"What're ya doing Mike? We're both married. Thi-" But i couldn't say anymore becaused he grabbed me. Full on, no hesitation, no teasing.

"Shut up. I need this right now. I mean now. Right. Fucking. Now."

"Okay. Okay, Mikey. Fucking. Way." Ever wondered how he came up with that??

Mwua calls claim.

And soon enough we were in boxers, laying on one another. We need to stop. Soon, but, this will be over soon enough anyways.

Fuck it.

&&&Mikey pov&&&

I felt my self grab him. Tell him to shut up.

"-Mikey. Fucking. Way." I thought to myself, hmm. Cute nickname, i think??

And when were in my boxers, i didn't hesitate. I went down, i took him in. I loved his muffled moans. The hips, forcing him deeper and deeper.

But he listened. He listened to me, when i wanted him to do it more often. And now frikey is a frequent occurence. . .