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He could hear his labored breathing even from where he stood, banging on the door and trying to get into the bathroom.  His instinct told him that Frank was in there, and he was desperate for entry.

'Frank,' he yelled, 'We've got a show to put on!  Hurry up!'

The rest of the band had already gotten backstage, but here was Frank, hiding in the bathroom from him.

'Whatever happened can be fixed Frankie,' he said, using his favorite petname, 'Just come out!!!!'

The door opened and out strolled Frank Iero, shaggy hair hanging over his eyes and jeans hanging loosely from his hips.  Gerard felt his breath catch in his throat as he took him in with his eyes.  He grinned and Gerard scowled
at him, ready to unleash his fury.

'We need to be onstage now!' he yelled, grabbing his shirt and dragging him out of the bus and towards the backstage area.  Gerard ignored the butterflies that were attacking his stomach and growled, trying to retain his anger at Frank.

Frank merely followed, making no effort to stop him as he pulled him towards the bandmates.  They grinned at the two of them and Mikey pointed out towards the crowd.  'They're getting excited', he said, turning to his older brother, 'We should get going.'

Still fuming, Gerard brushed his raven hair from his eyes, let go of Frank and stormed out onto the stage.

---x---

They were in the middle of Teenagers when Gerard noticed Frank slowly getting closer to him.  He had mostly stayed on his side of the stage, not coming for affection like he usually did during concerts.  Gerard remembered the times they had kissed on stage, when Frank had tackled him, when Frank had ridden him.......

He ignored those memories that thretened to overtake him, telling himself that HE had been the one to initate those, and that Frank had no intrest in him.

Frank was moving closer to him, and it was the guitar solo, giving Gerard time to turn and face him.  In a split second Frank was in his face, hazel eyes blazing, and lips parted.  He let go of his guitar and pulled Gerard's face towards him, smashing their lips together.

Gerard could hear the fans going nuts,  hear that his part was nearing, but all he could focus on were the lips of his angel, and the hands running through his hair, and the teeth that had just bitten his bottom lip.

Suddenly Frank pushed  him away, back towards the mic stand.  Gerard spat a mouthful of blood on the ground and managed to sing out the rest of the song, his eyes never leaving their guitarist.

---x---

Gerard stood under the scalding hotel shower, hoping that the water might help him cool his head.  He tried to ignore the fact that his blood was racing at the thought of Frank outside the door in their room.

He turned off the water, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and stepped out of the steamy bathroom.

At once he began to shiver, Frank had turned down the thermostat, and began searching hurridly for his clothes.  He grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on quickly, not noticing Frank sitting on the bed channel surfing.

He looked up as Gerard slammed his toe into the desk and swore loudly.

'You know,' said Frank with a smirk, 'That you're wearing my underwear.'

Gerard looked down and, sure enough, these were not his boxers.  A blush creeped up his face, but he tried to remain cool.  'Want them back?'

Frank grinned and changed the channel, 'Only if I get to remove them.'

Gerard ignored the racing of his heart and leaned against the doorframe.  'You made me bleed onstage,' he said, pouting out his lower lip, 'And why were you late?'

Frank shut off the tv and moved closer to the frontman, 'No real reason,'he said, placing his hands on Gerard's bare chest.

He tried to ignore him and retain his anger, but only managed to stutter out, 'M-my lip.'

Frank pressed him against the wall and moved his hands up to Gerard's face.  'Want me to make it better?' He asked in a suggestive tone.

Gerard was unable to speak, he just pressed his lips to Frank's.

Frank's hands drifted into his hair and held his face as the two of them locked lips.  Gerard let his hands drift to the man's chest, feeling through his black tee shirt.

'Still mad?'  asked Frank, moving his lips to Gerard's neck.

'Furious,' growled Gerard, running his hands through the two toned hair.

'We can fix that,' said Frank, biting down on the pale neck.

Gerard moaned softly and leaned towards him, letting his tounge trace the scorpion tattoo.  Frank was still at his neck, and he could feel himself slowly losing control.

Frank smiled and removed his lips so he could speak, 'You're shivering.  Want me to warm you up?'

It was only then that Gerard noticed that he was in fact, shivering violently.  'Well next time don't change the damn temperature.'

'How else was I going to seduce you?' Frank asked, his tounge tracing circles on his chest.

'Is that what you're doing?'  asked Gerard, playing with Frank's lip ring.

Frank nodded,'You know me, always trying to take advantage of the situation.'  He ran his hands down the spine of the lead singer.

'Bully,' said Gerard, pulling himself closer,'You did that in high school too.'

'But we didn't do this in high school,' said Frank, his hands going down to Gerard's hips.

'You could've asked,' gasped Gerard, peeling off Frank's black tee shirt.

'You were too drunk,' he grinned, slowly pulling off the boxers, 'You just would've thrown up on me.'

Gerard was unable to answer, he just focused on the hands at his lower abdomen.  'What if the guys walk in?' He asked halfheartedly, not wanting him to stop.

'I locked the door,' said Frank with a grin.

'Smart boy,' he muttered into his neck.

Frank pulled him away from the wall and pushed him down onto the bed, a smile firmly on his face.

---x---

Gerard lay in the bed, his arm draped across the smaller man's soulders.

Frank smiled and breathed in the cigarette smoke, then passed it to Gerard, who took a deep hit of the smoke.

'Nice job Frankie,' said Gerard, turning to look him in the eyes.

Frank touseled Gerard's hair and grinned, 'We should've done this in high school.'

Gerard nodded, 'I would'nt have drank so much with this as an alternative option.'

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He could hear his labored breathing even from where he stood, banging on the door and trying to get into the bathroom.  His instinct told him that Frank was in there, and he was desperate for entry.

'Frank,' he yelled, 'We've got a show to put on!  Hurry up!'

The rest of the band had already gotten backstage, but here was Frank, hiding in the bathroom from him.

'Whatever happened can be fixed Frankie,' he said, using his favorite petname, 'Just come out!!!!'

The door opened and out strolled Frank Iero, shaggy hair hanging over his eyes and jeans hanging loosely from his hips.  Gerard felt his breath catch in his throat as he took him in with his eyes.  He grinned and Gerard scowled
at him, ready to unleash his fury.

'We need to be onstage now!' he yelled, grabbing his shirt and dragging him out of the bus and towards the backstage area.  Gerard ignored the butterflies that were attacking his stomach and growled, trying to retain his anger at Frank.

Frank merely followed, making no effort to stop him as he pulled him towards the bandmates.  They grinned at the two of them and Mikey pointed out towards the crowd.  'They're getting excited', he said, turning to his older brother, 'We should get going.'

Still fuming, Gerard brushed his raven hair from his eyes, let go of Frank and stormed out onto the stage.

---x---

They were in the middle of Teenagers when Gerard noticed Frank slowly getting closer to him.  He had mostly stayed on his side of the stage, not coming for affection like he usually did during concerts.  Gerard remembered the times they had kissed on stage, when Frank had tackled him, when Frank had ridden him.......

He ignored those memories that thretened to overtake him, telling himself that HE had been the one to initate those, and that Frank had no intrest in him.

Frank was moving closer to him, and it was the guitar solo, giving Gerard time to turn and face him.  In a split second Frank was in his face, hazel eyes blazing, and lips parted.  He let go of his guitar and pulled Gerard's face towards him, smashing their lips together.

Gerard could hear the fans going nuts,  hear that his part was nearing, but all he could focus on were the lips of his angel, and the hands running through his hair, and the teeth that had just bitten his bottom lip.

Suddenly Frank pushed  him away, back towards the mic stand.  Gerard spat a mouthful of blood on the ground and managed to sing out the rest of the song, his eyes never leaving their guitarist.

---x---

Gerard stood under the scalding hotel shower, hoping that the water might help him cool his head.  He tried to ignore the fact that his blood was racing at the thought of Frank outside the door in their room.

He turned off the water, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and stepped out of the steamy bathroom.

At once he began to shiver, Frank had turned down the thermostat, and began searching hurridly for his clothes.  He grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on quickly, not noticing Frank sitting on the bed channel surfing.

He looked up as Gerard slammed his toe into the desk and swore loudly.

'You know,' said Frank with a smirk, 'That you're wearing my underwear.'

Gerard looked down and, sure enough, these were not his boxers.  A blush creeped up his face, but he tried to remain cool.  'Want them back?'

Frank grinned and changed the channel, 'Only if I get to remove them.'

Gerard ignored the racing of his heart and leaned against the doorframe.  'You made me bleed onstage,' he said, pouting out his lower lip, 'And why were you late?'

Frank shut off the tv and moved closer to the frontman, 'No real reason,'he said, placing his hands on Gerard's bare chest.

He tried to ignore him and retain his anger, but only managed to stutter out, 'M-my lip.'

Frank pressed him against the wall and moved his hands up to Gerard's face.  'Want me to make it better?' He asked in a suggestive tone.

Gerard was unable to speak, he just pressed his lips to Frank's.

Frank's hands drifted into his hair and held his face as the two of them locked lips.  Gerard let his hands drift to the man's chest, feeling through his black tee shirt.

'Still mad?'  asked Frank, moving his lips to Gerard's neck.

'Furious,' growled Gerard, running his hands through the two toned hair.

'We can fix that,' said Frank, biting down on the pale neck.

Gerard moaned softly and leaned towards him, letting his tounge trace the scorpion tattoo.  Frank was still at his neck, and he could feel himself slowly losing control.

Frank smiled and removed his lips so he could speak, 'You're shivering.  Want me to warm you up?'

It was only then that Gerard noticed that he was in fact, shivering violently.  'Well next time don't change the damn temperature.'

'How else was I going to seduce you?' Frank asked, his tounge tracing circles on his chest.

'Is that what you're doing?'  asked Gerard, playing with Frank's lip ring.

Frank nodded,'You know me, always trying to take advantage of the situation.'  He ran his hands down the spine of the lead singer.

'Bully,' said Gerard, pulling himself closer,'You did that in high school too.'

'But we didn't do this in high school,' said Frank, his hands going down to Gerard's hips.

'You could've asked,' gasped Gerard, peeling off Frank's black tee shirt.

'You were too drunk,' he grinned, slowly pulling off the boxers, 'You just would've thrown up on me.'

Gerard was unable to answer, he just focused on the hands at his lower abdomen.  'What if the guys walk in?' He asked halfheartedly, not wanting him to stop.

'I locked the door,' said Frank with a grin.

'Smart boy,' he muttered into his neck.

Frank pulled him away from the wall and pushed him down onto the bed, a smile firmly on his face.

---x---

Gerard lay in the bed, his arm draped across the smaller man's soulders.

Frank smiled and breathed in the cigarette smoke, then passed it to Gerard, who took a deep hit of the smoke.

'Nice job Frankie,' said Gerard, turning to look him in the eyes.

Frank touseled Gerard's hair and grinned, 'We should've done this in high school.'

Gerard nodded, 'I would'nt have drank so much with this as an alternative option.'