This Is the Best Day Ever [11/?]
Title: This Is the Best Day Ever
Author: waybeyondreason
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17 (soon)
POV: Frank's
Summary: Frank and his friends have rented a summer house in California. They are really excited about spending the whole summer without any parents in this paradise. They catch up with an old friend living there, and his friends, the Way brothers. These new acquaintances make Frank realize some unknown things about himself that will change his summer (and his life) considerably.
Disclaimer: Real? This? Nah.
Beta: The one and only lemmethink_nooo. Seriously, check her out.
Author Notes: To all you who comments on this story; I wish I could give you all a hug. You're so adorable! This story also contains (and pairs) the other members of My Chemical Romance, some of Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy. Fun, huh?
Warnings: Language, boy love and sex. Nothing you can’t handle, hopefully.

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”Did I mention that Mikes and I fucked?”
“Hmm. Nah, I don’t thing you’ve mention that one. Oh, hey, wait. You may have mentioned it. Like, once. Or twice… or maybe just like 50,000 times or something.”
“Ass fucker.”
“No, that’s you honey.”

After I had taken a quick shower I headed back to my room for some new clothes, only to be grabbed by the arm and pulled quickly into Pete’s room. And there I stood, only clad in a towel, listening to his confession. I had earlier managed to throw him out of the bathroom since he had occupied it, refusing to stop blabbering about him and Mikey’s escapades and leave me alone so I could shower. Now I was caught right back in it.

“Oh, Frankie. You should have been there. It was so awesome!”

I mocked a gagging motion.

“I’m serious dude. Okay, it may have been a bit weird if you were there. But it was so great! You know, when we ran into your room, we were totally shit faced. I wouldn’t have even remembered it if you hadn’t told me. But when we got into my room and started making out, I swear, we were sober at the moment. I was so turned on it hurt,” he blabbed. I rolled my eyes, smirking.

“Yeah. And then he touched you, and you undid his pants. And before you knew it, you were naked in bed, him riding you. Pete dear, I heard it. I heard more then I ever wish I had.”

I sounded like a careless bitch, but I had actually been really interested (at least I tried to take his detailed explanations with a smile), listened and generally been a good friend. I had grinned and given him the ‘great catch’ pat on his back, asking him if it was good. The first four times.

Again, Pete went to me with his confessions. I smiled inwardly as I realized that I actually was the faggiest one of all his friends, and therefore, he always turning to me wasn’t really that weird. Neither Bob nor Ray would take it if he came running to them after Will Fletcher from senior year had taken his virginity. And they would definitely not be just as excited as him because he had gotten in the pants of such a hottie. I wondered how he would take it, when I finally told him. Oh god no, he would probably take me to a gay bar. Or maybe not. After all, when I confessed he would have Mikey, and I would have Gerard. But I could easily imagine him signing us up for something weird to ‘fag up our world of fabulous flamboyance.’

Mm, I would have Gerard…

“Hey, are you even paying attention?” He frowned at me.

“No, I’m not.”

“Dude, you’re such a prude.”

“And don’t you love it.”

“Touché,” he grinned. “By the way, nice hickeys,” he said and pointed at my neck. I covered it with my hand and blushed immediately.

“Heh. I don’t think those twins had much for dinner before the party,” I uttered silently. I didn’t meet Pete’s suspicious glare.

“Twins huh? When was that? I’m pretty sure I saw them downstairs dancing while you locked yourself in.”

Damn you Pete and your ridiculous observation skills.

“Uhm, really? I dunno. Maybe it was someone else. I was really shit loaded, actually. It could have been. It could have been anyone,” I said and definitely didn’t meet his eyes.

“Uh huh?” He still sounded so damn suspicious.

“Yeah…”

“You’re really sure about that now?” He said, cocking one eyebrow while studied me. “I think you’re up to something.”

My head snapped up.

“Huh? Why would I be up to something?” I asked a bit too fast.

“You are! You so totally are, Frankie. And I’m going to find out what, just wait.”

I snorted and turned my back at him, walking out of his bedroom, neatly jumping away when he reached for my towel. I just waved sloppily over my shoulder at his words about discovering my secret somehow.



After dressing myself in the first, best outfit I could find in my closet (and the floor, and the bed, and underneath it) I went downstairs again. We were supposed to go to Brian’s shop today, so he could check Pete’s tattoo for infections and such. If everything was okay now, he could go outside in the sun with it again. I really hoped so, because being inside or just hanging out in town all day started to bore us out of our minds. There were a certain number of card games you could take before you got tired, and we had reached that number days ago.

As I strolled into the living room I saw everyone sitting around in the couches, listening to Pete and Mikey playing bass. It wasn’t so easy to hear the melody, you know, bass isn’t exactly a solo instrument, but it was obvious that they were good. I knew Pete was, but I had never heard Mikey play properly before.

“That’s pretty good,” Ray smiled when they had finished a song. We all nodded in agreement.

“Hey Frank, why don’t you play along with the guitar?” Mikey asked, looking hopefully up at me.

“Yeah. Yeah sure, that’d be cool,” I said and picked up the guitar that was discarded on the floor behind one of the couches, and sat down beside Brendon. I tuned it a little, before strumming some chords. We started playing a little together, not having any clear pattern. We fell into one specific song at last, Gerard grinning in recognition.

“This was the song I sang at the Christmas prom,” he murmured, trying to remember the lyrics. When we played the start of the song, now remembering the chords, he silently started to sing along, more humming to himself that actually singing.

“Disarm you with a smile.”

I tried to listen intently to hear his voice, but it was difficult. When he hit the next line he was more confident, at it was a little clearer.

“And cut you like you want me to.”

I almost missed a chord, startled by his wonderful, soft and still a little raspy voice.

“Cut that little child. Inside of me and such a part of you.”

Damn, had I only known he was that good.

“Ooh, the years burn.”

Softly, we hit the next verse, his voice more beautiful and clear and confident than ever.

“I used to be a little boy. So old in my shoes. And what I choose is my choice. What's a boy supposed to do? The killer in me is the killer in you. My love. I send this smile over to you.”

By the refrain, my jaw was hanging loose. I could almost swear it hit the floor.

“Disarm you with a smile. And leave you like they left me here. To wither in denial. The bitterness of one who's left alone. Ooh, the years burn. Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn.”


When we finished the song, the sounds from or instruments and Gerard’s voice faded away, and we were left in silence. No one of us said a word.

“Oh fucking hell.” Bob was the first to get control over his voice. “That was. That was amazing. You like, hit it dead on.”

Ray and Brendon nodded.

“It was really cool. You know, like. We could do something with this. Don’t we all play something? We could play together. Imagine that,” Brendon grinned dreamily.

“Oh man, that would be rad,” Pete agreed. I couldn’t get my eyes off Gerard.

“Your voice is amazing, Gee,” I said breathlessly. “You didn’t tell me you were that good.”

“Oh. Thank you,” he blushed, smiling at me. Still so humble…

“We should try it. But now we have to get ready to go to Brian, he’s closing soon. I’m sure he’ll keep it open extra long for us, but we have to be there before he goes home for the day. And now that Daisy here is finished in the shower, I’m next,” Brendon said and got up to take a shower.



One hour later we were in our cars, driving down to Brian’s tattoo parlor. I was sitting in the backseat with Gerard, pretty busy with holding back my breathing as he playfully sneaked his hand up and down the insides of my thigh.

“Here we are. Come on ho, let’s go,” Bob said as he parked. We got out, walking into the dark little room that was Brian’s store. It was clean and decent and all that, but he had still managed to add the kinda husky, rough tattoo-feeling to it. We saw him sitting behind the counter as we walked in.

“Hey my dear friends,” he grinned as we approached him. “I expected you today.”

After a little random exchange of local news with Brendon, Mikey and Gerard, he turned to Pete.

“So, how’s your tattoo, tough boy? No goop oozing out from it?” Brian grinned. Pete shuddered.

“Is that usual? Ugh no. No goop. It’s been burning a bit, hurting when I touch it and such, but no big deal,” he answered.

“Great, that’s how it’s supposed to be. Now come here so I can have a look.”

Pete stood in front of Brian while he checked his tattoo and added some lotion or something. From the pleased sound Brian uttered when Pete lifted up his shirt and removed the bandage, the results were good. Meanwhile, we discussed our potentials as a band.

“I mean, we could really be something. Something good. Gerard has the most amazing voice and Mikes says he’s a good songwriter” (Gerard blushed again here) “and we’re all playing instruments. We cover them all, guitar, bass, keyboard, drums,” Bob said, leaning against the counter.

“Yeah. Think about how fun it would be. Playing around, making songs and having fun,” Gerard said dreamily.

“Are you guys making a band?” Brian asked, looking up from his work with interest.

“Sort of. Kinda not, really. We merely played something before we came here, and it was pretty good,” Mikey said.

“That’s cool. You’re any good, you say?”

“Well, we haven’t played all together yet. Gerard sang, Mikey and Pete played bass and I played guitar through one song,” I said. “We’re just daydreaming.”

“Well actually, I’m starting up a little studio thing downtown with my friend, Craig. We have a practice room and such. I can talk to him, maybe you could drop by one day and try playing together?” Brian said, motioning to Pete that he was done. He stood up behind the counter, facing us.

“Really? You’re serious?” Brendon grinned.

“Uh huh. We’re looking for new bands. It’s just a little amateur thing really, but we still have nice enough equipment for you guys to play together. I’ll call you about it, okay?” He waved with the little piece of paper he had scribbled down our phone number on in case anything came up with Pete’s tattoo.

“That’s so cool man!” Mikey grinned.

“It would be,” Brian grinned back. “And so would going back to the beach, I guess,” he said and nodded in Pete’s direction. “You’re free to go.”



And so we did. An hour later we had occupied two parasols on the beach and lay under them, knocked out by the sudden heat.

“I didn’t remember it was this hot,” Mikey slurred.

“Well, we have been creatures of the shadows the last week, so it’s a bit unusual. Ugh, I’m going to be tan soon if I’m not careful. Wanna put sunblock on my back, Frank?” Gerard said, giving me a mischievous grin. I grinned back.

“Of course. Come here.”

He sat down on my towel, back against me and handed me his (rather extreme) tube of sunblock. I pressed some of it into my hands and applied it to his back, running it over his confined muscles in circular movements. He was discussing something with his brother at the same time, and I could feel his muscled contract and stretch under my hands as he spoke. I grinned inwardly. How did I end up fooling around with such a hottie?

My thoughts startled me for a second. I mean, I had never though of another man as a hottie before. I still didn’t. So, I was over my panicking and denying over the little thing Gerard and I had for each other, but I was still kinda awkward. I could sit here and look at Gerard’s (rather stunning) body and actually had to think about snails and fat old aunts not to get a Goddamn boner right there in front of all my friends. When did that happen? I had seen naked and half naked boys before, for sure, but never felt attracted to them. I remember when I would sit in the locker rooms before gym when we were younger and steal looks at the guys around me. I had been looking to see how they looked, if they looked like me. To clarify that I was normal. Or was it? When I thought about it, I had maybe been a little too curious. Maybe I had been attracted to guys all along? Is that even possible?

“Thank you,” Gerard grinned down at me when I was done.

Oh my God, he was so gorgeous there with his pale, sleek body. I grinned back. It didn’t matter, really. ‘Cause hell, was I attracted to him now. Guy or not.

“Wanna go take a swim?” Gerard looked at me, nodding towards the water.

“Sure,” I grinned and let him take my hand and pull me up.

The other joined us, but after a while of splashing and fooling around, Gerard and I swam a little further out. We lay in the water, talking about everything and nothing. We started laughing, mostly about nothing when he came closer and closer. We were inches away from each other as we talked, touching constantly. We were fully aware that the beach were full of kids, parents and other people, but heck, it was thrilling being this affectionate in public. There wasn’t even much homophobia around here (gay people was really normal and accepted, according to Gerard. After all, he had done all the guys in his class, even the straight ones). The water where we were was just too deep for me to stand properly, but Gerard had both his feet plated on the ground and still had his whole head over the surface. I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his back to keep me up as we kept talking.

“Why don’t you want to get a tan?” I asked him. We were so close that out noses were touching. I rubbed mine against his playfully. He just grinned.

“It sucks. Or, I don’t know really. I want to be pale. It’s my thing.”

“It suits you.” I let my fingers trace over his stomach, tickling him slightly.

“Yeah?” He giggled a little, obviously ticklish. To get me to stop he took a firm grip on my ass, pressing my body against his. I started giggling too, as he let his fingers play over my ass. It is really sensitive.

“Yeah.” I nibbled carefully on his earlobe before planting small kisses down his neck. He kept exploring my clothed area with his hands. I giggled more when he snuck his hands to the insides of my thigh.

And I kept giggling as he let them further in between them. And to the front. And…

Gerard cocked an eyebrow at me.

“You like that huh?” He merely laughed. I blushed.

“Heh, yeah…” He gave me a mischievous grin over the fact that my swim trunks had suddenly become a little tighter. Actually, he encouraged it by playing his fingers over the front. He seemed to enjoy the sight of me writhing under his touch, even though I begged him to stop. Kids had those damned goggles, damnit. He laughed.

“We have to do something with that pressure later on then, or what?”


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Home again! Oh. My. God. If you ever get the chance, go on a cruise like me. It was awesome. I may go as far as saying is was the best week of my life (the best day ever, haha). I even got a tan; look. I, who makes Gerard Way look like a comercialdude for TanCan. [Okay, not that tanned. But the blitz is killing it, and my face never gets really tanned.] And you know Titanic? I had a Jack/Kate kinda experience :D Take away the awful drowning scene and insert an dreadfull goodbye-we'll-never-see-eachother-again-scene. But ugh, why am I talking about this?

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