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Title: Fuckcherry
Author:fastbetty31
Pairing: Bob/Gerard as a main, mentions of Josh Todd(Buckcherry)/Gerard, and a small side of Gerard/Frank. Also, Frank/Josh Todd.
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: Never try and take what's not yours. Better said is, don't ever try and take what's Bob-fuckin-Bryar's.
Disclaimer: Not real. Too bad.
A/N: Story takes place during the time that photo was taken, when Gerard was single and blond.
Dedications: For Evie, madelinesimone, by request. I hope it satisfies you. it did! Sorry Josh and Gerard aren't the main pairing.
Beta'd (and posted) by madelinesimone





"It was in no way fuckin subtle, I felt it plain as day, guys. It wasn't no brushed accident. You know the kind that you don't mean to do, when you're leaning in and maybe grace the boobage area of a girl - well it wasn't that kinda innocent shit. It was us lining up, posing for a picture, and that Josh-fuckin-Todd dude, blatantly grabs a handful of my ass. A handful. Not his hand placed over my ass area, lightly resting it against my backside - a fuckin handful. Not a cheek, not one side. Right smack-fuckin-dab in the middle. A handful of both my ass cheeks. A handful of my ass crack, half of both my cheeks were being squeezed tightly in his hand - he must have big hands. And you know what they say about big hands... fuck," Gerard looks away, realizing he's been mostly now, thinking out loud.

"No Gerard, what do they say?" Bob asks, as he puts one hand before his face, studying it.

The guys all stare at Gerard, even though Bob has asked him a question. They know Gerard won't answer it. They stare with their mouths hanging open, letting Gerard continue before their flood of real questions start.

"I said cheese like a goddamn moron, with a handful of my ass still in Josh-fuckin-Todd's hand. When the flash went off I turned quickly and looked at him, questioning him with a look that easily read, 'What the fuck are you doing?' You know? He had this sympathetic look in his eyes, like he was sorry but still couldn't stop himself so why for try - and why for apologize. He let my ass go but not before caressing it - not just caressing, though. He slipped his hand, palm up, cupped - between my legs. And even though my legs were closed, I felt the tips of his fingers brush over my balls. Fuck, guys, I didn't know what to do. I mean, that's like sexual harassment, isn't it?" Gerard paused and looked to his audience in front of him, now allowing time for some serious questions and/or comments.

Bob was the first to speak, of course, "What did you do?" He doesn't mean for it to come out as accusingly as it does. He can't hold back his jealousy - even if he tries - and there's no need to try. He's Bob-fuckin-Bryar for Pete's sake - he shouldn't have to.

"But wait! That's not all," Gerard flails his arms around realizing he left out the best part. Never does it occur to him that maybe he shouldn't be saying all this in front of Bob. He's in such shock that he just keeps continuing, "He whispers in my ear, so no one else hears, right? He says, 'I heard you swing both ways, sexy.' BOTH WAYS, guys! What the fuck is that all about? Since when do others know what ways I'm swinging?" Gerard looks a little upset, but mostly deranged.

"Sexy?" Bob says under his breath, not because he doesn't think Gerard is sexy, but because Josh Todd thinks it's okay to call his woman - man - whatever, that.

Mikey makes a small nervous moan in the back of his throat and hangs his head. He's no stranger to hostility caused by his brother's lifestyle. He's been in more than one - more than ten fights over dudes thinking bisexuality means you'd fuck or blow all guys - even the fugly ones. He's not looking forward to it, because Josh Todd looks like a hardcore mother fucker, but Mikey's ready to throwdown or get his ass kicked, which ever, if need be.

Ray and Frank shake their heads together, but for entirely different reasons.

"Well did you tell him that you don't go, um, both ways?" Ray asks, getting confused looks from everyone but Bob. "I mean like, hide the fact, maybe? Only because you don't want for everyone to know, right? And fuck, man, if Josh-fuckin-Todd knows you're... you know, that means other people know too - not that that's a bad thing or anything. It's just that..." Ray cautiously looks to Bob then quickly looks down deciding he'll just leave it at that.

"What did you do?" Bob asks again, louder than before. His head now in his hand as he rests his elbow on the arm of his chair, convinced he has nothing to worry about, his hands are big enough, but still scrutinizing as he watches Gerard.

"No offense, Bob," Frank says to Bob as he interrupts Gerard, whose mouth was open and ready to answer, "But just so you know, I'd bend over forwards and backwards for Josh-fuckin-Todd in a mother fuckin nanosecond - body contorted - legs behind my fuckin head - on my knees with my mouth wide open - bareback - deep throat - no condom - well not no condom... but fuck, Gee. Did he have his shirt off too? Fuck, he's got some bad-ass tattoos, better than mine," Frank eagerly awaits any more juicy details Gerard might be willing to part with.

"What the fuck did you do?" Bob asks through gritted teeth.

Mikey, again, makes a nervous moan in the back of his throat looking from Bob to his brother then to Frank, whose eyes and grin are wide with delight.

"I told him yes, that I go both ways - but mostly the male way."

"And?" Bob asks sternly before anyone decides to interrupt with any more nonsense.

It now dawns on Gerard that maybe he shouldn't be disclosing all this with Bob in the room. He looks to Ray whose face looks like he's constipated, twisted with nerves and worry, his finger in his mouth as he gnaws away at the extra skin surrounding it. Looks to Mikey, whose face is red, eyes squinting, infuriated, his fist digging into the palm of his other hand, like he's two wooden nickels away from smacking a ho. Looks to Frank, who's drooling, with cartoon cocks in his eyes, like if Gee says anything else slightly stimulating he's gonna whip it out and rub one off in front of them all. Gerard now realizes he should have just kept his experience to himself.

"And, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his tour bus, and..." Gerard says, his voice now low and hesitant, afraid to finish.

GASP!

"And what, Gerard?" Bob has lost all patience.

"Well his exact words were..." Gerard stalls again.

"Just fuckin say it," Bob is ready to explode.

By now everyone wants to know.

"Tell us, Gee," Mikey urges.

Ray shakes his head, he has a feeling this is going to all end badly - and definitely not in Josh Todd's favor.

"He said, and I quote, that I look like a tight fuck. That he wanted to take me back to his bus and," everyone leans in, "suck my ass, lick my balls, and jack me off - all in that order. Then fuck me long and hard, ending in him painting my face with his load," Gerard finishes then hides his face behind his hands, embarrassed.

"No fuckin way! Fuck! Why can't shit like that ever happen to me? I'd be all over that, no bullshit. I'd be sprinting back to his bus - unbuttoning my mother fuckin pants and untying my goddamn shoes - fuck! I bet he has a big fuckin dick too, huh Gee? Did you at least see it? Is it big?" Frank whines and begs, rubbing his palm over the progressive bulging in his crotch as he fantasizes about Josh Todd pulling his hair and slapping his ass - while serenading him.

"Wouldn't you guys want someone a little on the smaller side? I mean cause, you know? So it wouldn't hurt your ass as much?" Ray honestly asks, always curious about the ongoings of the cock receivers in the band.

"Hell no, Ray. You'd be surprised how wide your ass can stretch. The bigger the better, right Gerard?"

Gerard barely nods then quickly looks to Bob.

"Oh fuck, I-I didn't mean to imply you weren't packing, Bob, b-because I'm sure you are, right Gerard? He's packing, right?" Ray says, stuttering and stammering over his words.

"Hell yeah he is," Gerard says blushing.

Mikey makes that same sound again, but for an entirely different reason.

Bob stands up quickly, causing everyone to withdraw - to sit back. He hovers over Frank, "If you don't shut the fuck up, I swear, Frankie, I'll pull your dick right the fuck off."

Bob stays in his position, everyone straightening back up, Frank's movement stifled as they all look to Gerard for an answer.

"Go on, I can take it," Bob says calmly and takes a deep breath, making the guys even more nervous - making Gerard feel guilty, like maybe he did do something wrong when in fact he hadn't.

"I told him I was involved with someone, and that I couldn't," Gerard says nervously, reluctantly, although it's an honest answer.

Everyone lets out a relieved breath that they were holding. Frank shakes his head disappointed, tsking bravely. Bob hovers over him drawing back his fist threatening to punch him. Frank crouches in his chair, holding his hands up over his head.

"You wanted for him to che... get fucked by that prick?" Bob refuses to humiliate himself further by saying the word cheat. And although it might seem like a bunch of tension, the mood is still kinda light. Bob would never hurt Frank, and even though Frank knows this he still dramatically calls out for Ray to help him.

"Help me, Ray! He's gonna hit me! Help! Security!" everyone laughs at Frank being a dork, like he always is.

Ray gets between them, pulling Bob away, "He's not worth it, Bob," Ray playfully adds.

"Seriously though, Bob. You wouldn't let Gerard get it on with Josh Todd? That dude is fuckin hot. Those opportunities don't come around all the time," Frank holds his thumb up and nods at Gerard, with a face that says, 'I got your back, man.'

Gerard smiles shyly and looks away but not before Bob and his own eyes meet for a second. Everyone knows they're together, everyone knows and has know for a while. But this is the first time anyone has seen Bob display this level of jealousy.

"So you'd be willing to let Jamia get it on with someone else? We all know she lets you put stray dick in your ass - but I figure that's only because she doesn't have one of her own. Would she be okay with you being with another chick?"

"If Jay wanted someone like Carmen Electra to scissor with, who am I to say no? That's like her biggest fantasy - some hot, famous chick. And if she was given the opportunity then... me stopping her would just be selfish and mean. And no, she doesn't care whose dick I take, but me being with another girl? No way, sorry, I like my balls, thank you very much. Knowing her she'd stop up my asshole, she's evil like that," Frank wonders if Bob understands or if maybe he should continue.

"Oh God, no, just no," Ray says under his breath as he shifts nervously.

Bob looks to Gerard, trying to work with what he's just learned from Frank and the stable, albeit unconventional, relationship he has with his wife, and asks, "Is there a hot, famous chick you wanna fuck?"

Gerard shakes his head no, "Not one that I can think of, besides, ewwww, kinda."

Bob then asks Gerard point blank, "Is Josh-fuck face-Todd a fantasy of yours?"

"Nah, man," Gerard looks to the floor, his face heating up. Reddening up from his neck to his ears.

Frank shakes his head again and giggles.

Gerard shoots him a death glare.

"So nothing happened?" Bob wants it confirmed in front of witnesses.

"No, Bob, nothing happened," Gerard looks to him innocently with a small smile and wide flirty eyes.

Bob's stone-hard expression melts, "Come here," Bob grabs him by the hand and pulls him towards the back room.

"Dum dum dum," Frank sings.

"Fuck off, Frankie," Bob warns. Gerard turns and smiles at Frank while flipping him off.

Frank jumps up and follows them but before he can enter the back room with them, he dips into the bathroom, stroking his dick that he's already pulled out.




Bob sits on the sofa in there, pulling Gerard to stand in front of him between his legs. He looks up at him and asks, "Are you sure? Because I could, I don't know, turn a blind eye or something," Bob stares at him, waiting for his answer. When Gerard just stares back Bob says, "I don't want you to think I'm selfish or mean."

"I don't think you're either of those," Gerard responds, running the back of his hand over Bob's cheek, "He probably has STDs, so you have no reason to worry."

"I can do all those things too, you know? All that stuff he said to you, I can do those things to you," Bob softly tells him, a little reluctantly, but ready to give as much as he's been receiving from Gerard. Josh Todd's proposal a slap in the face to Bob, a wake up, forcing him to realize that he maybe should be putting his tongue in and on more places than just Gerard's mouth.

Gerard laughs lightly at him, "I have no complaints, you know that."

"I want to go beat the fuck out of Josh-fuckin-Todd, right about now," Bob says feeling ridiculous, looking down at Gerard's hands in his own. Praying that Gerard won't stray away from him, go to some "hardcore, bad-ass, tattooed dude that gives both blow and rimjobs."

"I can see that you do, and it makes me feel all squishy inside," Gerard chuckles, "I'm not defending him, in any way at all, but, he doesn't know about us."

"That you're mine," Bob grips Gerard's hands tighter.

"Yeah, that I'm yours," Gerard raises his eyebrow at Bob, whose hands have released his own and are now holding onto Gerard's hips, his thumbs pressing into Gerard's front.

Gerard places his hands on Bob's shoulders, trying his damnedest not to push his hips forward, "So you really can't blame the guy for wanting some of this," Gerard pushes his ass back instead, "right?"

"Sure I can, I can blame whoever I want, and when we're done I'd like to see you try and stop me from going over there," Bob looks up at Gerard, whose hips are now cocked off to the side.

"Done?"

"Yeah. Open your pants for me," Bob whispers.

Gerard turns his head to make sure the door is locked then turns back around, Bob's hands still on his hips, and reaches for his belt buckle.




"So, are we going over there to defend your brother's honor or some shit?" Frank says buckling up his pants as he walks down the hall back to where he thinks Ray and Mikey will still be waiting for the rest of them to return.

"I hope you washed your hands, " Ray says, as he maneuvers away from Frank approaching.

"Of course not, this way I can taste myself all day," then Frank licks his hand from palm to fingertip.

"That's just all levels of wrong right there, Frankie," Mikey says with his lip curled in disgust, "But yeah, you wanna go over there?"

"Um, have you guys forgotten that they're not punk ass kids over there, they're hardcore dudes, like as old as our dads, well maybe not that old, but older than us. Maybe you guys should just wait for Bob, seriously. You guys are like two hundred pounds between the two of you and none of that shit's muscle," Ray tries to talk some sense into them while standing in front of the door, figuring he's not gonna allow them to leave anyway.

"You know how long Bob is gonna be? He just had some hot fucking bad-ass dude proposition his woman - man - whatever. You know how long it's gonna take for him to convince Gee that he didn't fuck up by turning the offer down? What we need to do is go over there and make sure it doesn't happen again, because there's other shit we could be doing instead of waiting on them back there," Frank tries to rush the door, thinking his point has been made.

When Ray pushes him back with his strong chest, Frank's eyes open wide with surprise, "Are you challenging me, Toro?"

"Frank sit down, he's right," Mikey says grabbing Frank who lets himself be led back and sat in a chair, "We can't go over there, just us two, because you know he's not going," Mikey points to Ray.

"No I won't go, because it's a stupid fight. The dude didn't even know your brother and Bob had a thing, like, a thing - thing. So us going over there and saying something would just be plain fuckin ignorant."

He has a point, Ray always has a pont.

"But," Ray continues with his first finger pointing, "if he fuckin does it again, well then, then we go over there and, you know? Start some shit,"

"With guns-a-blazing?" Frank honestly asks.

"NO!" they both yell at him.

"Well if we're not going then I'm gonna go listen at the door back there," Frank again uses honesty.

Mikey laughs and curls up on his edge of the sofa pulling out his cell phone.

"You're one sick mother fucker, you know that?" Ray shakes his head, disgustedly.

"You wouldn't have me any other way."

"Yeah because who would rather have a friend with manners, and respect, and wasn't horny all the fucking time?" Ray starts soft then gradually gets louder and louder as Frank walks down the hall.

Frank runs back to him, his finger over his mouth trying to get Ray to shut the fuck up, "Not all of us are talented enough to blow ourselves like you can, fucker. So leave me alone! I get off on this shit. You say one more thing you're gonna wake up with a fro full of my whack juice."

Ray turns on his heels back to sit and waits with Mikey. Because no one messes with the fro.

"You can blow yourself?" Mikey asks, cocking his head towards Ray who's at the other end of the sofa.

"Yeah - just the head though, and maybe an inch - or two of the shaft. It's a curse though, because I'd rather blow myself than have someone else do it for me. It's like I'm all I need, you know?"

"No, I wouldn't know, because I'm married and like tits and pussy - not dick."

"I like them too, and I don't like dick either - just my own, it's not like I swallow my shit or anything, I mean... I have fuckin standards."

"Oh. Okay. I'd like to watch you sometime, if you don't mind."

"Get in line behind Frank," Ray sighs heavily, feeling the burden of his extra talent.




"Oh fuck, Bob, fuck - fuck - fuck. Just hold your mouth open, I'll do it, Baby."

Because let's face it, Bob Bryar doesn't do blow jobs, but bless his heart for trying.

"Bob's giving Gee a blow job!" Frank runs into the lounge, gives his commentary, makes a U-turn then heads back. The guys roll their eyes at him.

Gerard's stood in front of him, hips bucking back and forth. Bob has enough sense to know to add suction to his open mouth, letting Gerard do all he has to to get off. It doesn't occur to Bob until he hears Gerard say, "I'm almost there, Baby, just a little more," and his hands that were on Bob's shoulders go to the sides of his head as he holds on tightly, fucking Bob's mouth with all his small hips can give him. Bob's eyes spring open, Gerard's crotch meeting him with each second. Does he spit or swallow? Will Gerard be courteous enough to know that it's his first time ever... ever, and cut Bob some slack? Bob decides he's not gonna wait to find out and pulls off, backing up some.

Gerard laughs at him, "I was wondering if you had thought this through. I'll finish myself off," and grabs his dick in his hand and pumps himself till he cums in the palm of his other hand.

"Bob doesn't swallow," Frank says as he gets to the lounge, heading back to the door.

"I tried, I'm sorry," Bob says, sitting back.

Gerard turns to find something to clean himself off with then pulls his pants up.

"It's alright, you wouldn't have liked it anyway, probably taste like cigarettes and coffee and bleach... so yeah, gross," Gerard mounts Bob's legs, sitting in his lap.

"Then why do you eat mine?" It's an honest answer but with it said out loud Gerard feels completely embarrassed.

"I don't know, I'm just not thinking about it when it's happening. I'm in the moment you know? Like if you offered me a handful right now I'd probably throw up."

"Why? Because you're not in the mood?"

"I could be. It doesn't take much for you to get me there," Gerard grinds his ass down into Bob's softness, "It seems like you're not either, though."

"Yeah, I don't think I'll be doing that again. Sorry. I mean you looked hot and all that and sounded fucking sexy but... it's not for me. I'm just not a cocksucker. Are you mad?"

"Hell no, I'm not mad. Are you serious?"

"Well if you want that shit you'll have to get it from somewhere else, because I don't think I can... do the ass thing either," Bob looks away, defeated and pissed at himself because Josh-fucking-Todd could do all that shit, but the thought of it makes him wanna hurl.

"If it's any consolation, I would never even go down on a girl, either," Bob looks back at him hopefully.

"Well then, I very well can't expect you to make an exception for me. Dude, it's not for everyone, and I would never want for you to do something you didn't feel comfortable doing," Gerard leans in and kisses Bob softly on his lips, a little tongue, just to lick Bob's bottom lip, "And anyway," Gerard says against his mouth, "You suck at it - no pun intended," and muffles his laugh by pressing his mouth back to Bob's.

"Bob's not a cocksucker, or cuntsucker, or asssucker, and is now traumatized and can't get it up," Frank stops and looks to Mikey, who seems to have been waiting for him to come back, "Looks like Bob's not even fuckin gay, dude, I mean, doesn't gay mean you have to like cum and ass, I mean, seriously?"

"I don't know!" Mikey yells, throwing his phone at Frank.

"Well your brother looks like a chick, so that should explain it," Frank thinks he's insulting Mikey but Mikey just takes back his phone that Frank hands him and turns over.

"You're an idiot, Frank," Mikey adds before he curls back up.

Frank runs back through the hallway but makes an even sharper U-turn when the door opens and Bob walks out, Gerard tagging along.

"What were you doing you mother fucker?" Bob asks already knowing the answer.




'You like that, Gerard?'

"Fuck yeah I do... your tongue in my ass. I wanna cum down your throat. Yeah raise my leg higher, fuck. Lick my balls, yeah, just like that... fuuuuck... Josh, you're doing me right, man.

Bob's woken by a moaning and thrashing Gerard. Not to mention the notification of Gerard's leaking and hard cock trapped in pajama pants. The best sight Bob's still groggy eyes have ever seen.

He reaches over knowing they left the lube out, what for put it away? Slicks himself up, grabs for Gerard, who is turned away from him. Slides Gerard's pants just over his ass, pushes him back over, lines up his cock and pushes himself inside.

Bob's done this several times, but never when Gerard was so obviously wanting it. He thinks - he knows, he likes this side of Gerard more than any other. A slutty Gerard, moaning and pushing back onto him, begging to get fucked harder. Gerard's never asked for it harder, the most that gets said is, I'm cumming, so Bob can steer clear of the slime. But slutty Gerard is telling him what a great job he's doing, and rolling his hips around, begging for more, and to never stop.

Bob can't help his next move, he just can't. Gerard's sexy fucking mouth is leading him, coercing him into doing shit he'd never in a million years do.

He slides one arm under Gerard's neck, pulling him close and wrapping that arm around, holding tightly to Gerard's chest. They curve into a beautiful S and Bob never lets up, his hips pushing back and forth, fucking Gerard with all he has. Being led though, he reaches into Gerard's pants and wraps his hand around Gerard's cock, drenching it with pre-cum and starts to stroke it.

And it's the best feeling Bob has ever felt, and he could totally do this for the rest of his life - and he will. He promises himself, and even whispers to Gerard, right against his ear, he says, "I'm gonna try harder, Baby. Just for you," then continues to work them both. Gerard really is a tight fuck, and Bob can't hold out anymore, desperately wanting Gerard to cum first. And just when he feels himself ready to shoot, right when he can feel it gathering for release, Gerard erupts in his hand, hot and sticky and fucking great.

His toes curl in and he starts to unload, feeling Gerard drain in his hand and like a pin through Bob's happy bubble, Gerard pants out, "Fuuuck... Josh," just as both of their orgasms finish.

Bob lies still, his hands still in their same places.

It takes him a few minutes, but when he hears Gerard snoring again, contented, he sits up abruptly, and very loudly asks, "Did you just fuckin call me Josh?!" then wipes his dirty cum stained hand over Gerard's pajama pants, grossed out.

Gerard whips around, with bed head, and a splotch of white dried on the side of his mouth, "What the hell," he looks down at his crotch and feels the grossness in his pants and thinks he's been molested in his sleep, "What did you do to me? I was fuckin sleeping!"

"What the fuck do you mean? I fucked you, like I always do. And you fuckin called out Josh, I fuckin heard it, don't even think of denying it."

Gerard looks down again and remembers, remembers everything: On his side, his leg high in the air, Josh's tongue in his ass, licking over his balls and up that huge vein on the underside of his.... ohh fuck does Gerard remember.

"I was dreaming. Fuck... I'm sorry, man."

"Well at least now you know who you're with. Don't hide your disappointment, it's not necessary," Bob turns over and wraps himself up in the only blanket the two have. He figures Gerard will just go back to his bunk, what for stay, right?

Gerard looks around the back room, the one the two of them have grown accustomed to sharing, and it all hits him, like a ton of fuckin bricks. His cock feels as sore as his ass. It hits him harder. He leans over onto Bob, "You just jacked me off, huh?"

"Get the fuck off me," Bob pushes him away, staring straight ahead, not even trying to sleep.

"Knock it off, I was fuckin dreaming. Don't tell me you never had a wet fuckin dream before?"

Bob turns his head slighty, "Not in fifteen fuckin years, asshole."

Gerard sighs, "Well, I'm sorry. And when you're ready to forgive me you know where you can find me. Thanks for the fuck and hand job, best I ever had," then gets up to walk out.

"Tomorrow you can tell that shit to Josh-fuckin-Todd, it was him that got you off."

"Honestly, I would've enjoyed myself more if I knew it was really you. I'm sorry," then he walks out, back to his old bunk, where he hasn't slept in over two months.




When he pulls the curtain back he finds that everyone has used the free space to store their shit, and when he pulls back Bob's old bunk's curtain he finds the same thing.

"Fuckin assholes," he says under his breath.

He draws back Frank's curtain, because Frank is the smallest of them all, and doesn't mind cuddling, will never turn it away - ever. He slides in behind Frank, wrapping his arm around his waist and breathing his smell in.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"I was dreaming of that Josh dude and when Bob got me off I was still asleep and called out Josh," Gerard whispers into his ear.

Frank can't control his giggle fit, "You've got to be kidding me? And you're not like, dead, right now?"

"Shut the fuck up, I don't want everyone to know. I was having a wet dream," then it dawns on Gerard that if he didn't want anyone to know he shouldn't have told Frank, "Just go back to sleep."

"Mmmmm, wet dream, my favorite kind of dream."

"See, you have them, huh?"

"All the fuckin time. I wish I could have one about Josh Todd though, that'd be fuckin sweeeeet! Now I wanna get off, let's give each other hand jobs, please? I'm tired of my own fuckin hand," Frank grabs for Gerard's hand placing it over his hardening cock.

Gerard's done it a few times since Bob and he have been together, hell the two of them fucked for Bob once, so Gerard thinks it's no big deal if he strokes his friend off - if anything, to get him to shut the fuck up. Then it dawns even more on him, "I'll jack you off if you promise to not say anything about what happened with Bob and me. Deal?"

"Deal... fuck, just stroke me, Gee," Frank whines as he bucks his hips back and forth erratically.

It makes Gerard laugh, "Knock it off, you fuckin dork. Concentrate, asshole, I'm not gonna be stroking you till morning like last time."

"I wanted it to last as long as it could, and you weren't helping with all the fuckin sighing and irritated moaning."

"CONCENTRATE!"




When morning arrived Gerard was dressed and ready for the day, a cigarette in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other, staring at the door of the back room, waiting for Bob. He has half a mind to go in there and have it out, but with everyone waking up around him he decides just to let it all pan out on its own.

He's shocked when Bob opens the door to the back room, dressed and ready himself. He walks right by Gerard and out the front door, without a hello, a fuck you, or anything.

"This has to be bad," Gerard hears the door slam and calls for the rest of them, "We got to go, Bob's pissed," he looks out the window and sees Bob heading for Buckcherry's tour bus, "Fuck - fuck - fuck - fuck, come on guys!"

"Well if you wouldn't have called out Josh-fuckin-Todd's name last night when Bob was fuckin getting you off we wouldn't be in this mess right now, would we," Frank rolls out of his bunk and realizes what he's said and looks around at Mikey and Ray, staring at him, "I mean... um, well..."

"You did what?" Mikey asks.

"Last time I give you a hand job, on my mother's life, I swear it," Gerard points to Frank, looking directly in his eyes, stone serious.

"Sorry, Gee," Frank says, pulling his shirt on.

"Fuck, come on!" they all grab for their clothes, Gerard waiting at the door, too chicken shit to go out there on his own, afraid and embarrassed of what Bob might do to him.

They run down the stairs, their security in tow. When they curve around the corner it all happens in slow motion. Bob drawing back his fist, Josh taken by surprise, the smile he has on his face turns to a WTF. Bob's fist connecting, and Josh dropping like a house of cards.

The guys all turn their heads, the sight of Josh's head twisting, blood flying off and away, his body slumping and falling, they turn unable to see it. Cringing, thanking God they're not on the receiving end of that blow.

"Daaaaamn," they all say, stepping away from Bob, Frank and Mikey standing in front of Gerard in case Bob decides in his fit of rage that he wants to beat him down too.

"Watch who the fuck's ass you're grabbing and asking to lick, mother fucker. Learn some fuckin tact," and with that Bob turns and with his fists still clenched he heads back to the bus, walking right pass the group.

They follow behind him, their security helping Josh off the floor and trying to make amends of some sort.

They walk on board, soft stepping, waiting to see what Bob wants to do next, because let's be honest, right now, it's all about Bob.

He walks down the hall, heading toward the back room, "Come here, Gerard," he walks in the room and slams the door behind himself.

The guys all look to Gerard, sad for him.

"He won't hit me, right?" Gerard looks wide-eyed and innocent.

"There's only one way to find out," Frank says, pushing him towards the back room, "We'll be right here, just call for us if you need us, and we'll go in there guns-a-blazing."

Both Mikey and Ray slap Frank upside his head.




"You wanted me?" Gerard stands with the door still open, the guys craning their necks from the lounge to look inside.

"Close the door," Bob commands him, sitting in front of him, facing the door. When he eyes the guys staring at him they all straighten up, pretending to go about the nothing they were doing.

Gerard slowly closes the door, but before he does he takes one last look at the guys, one by one, Frank waves his small cupped hand at him, everyone sad with somber faces, "We're right here," Ray mouths to him.

Gerard stands up against the door, his hand still on the knob in case he has to make a mad dash for safety.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, get over here," Bob says, turning his body to face the empty spot on the couch next to him.

"Promise?"

"I promise. Come on, I would never hurt you. I love you."

Gerard takes two large steps to the couch but sits hesitantly. When his ass hits the surface he lets out a sigh and relaxes his body, "I'm so sorry, Bob. You didn't deserve that."

Bob holds up his hand and closes his eyes, "Let's just not mention it again. I understand why you did it, I do. I still couldn't stop myself though. He needs to watch who the fuck he's giving wet fuckin dreams to. Someone's man might not take that shit lightly."

And like the half a chick he is Gerard smiles shyly, looking away, "I can't believe you did it. And it's all my fault. Think you'll get in trouble for it?"

"Nah, dudes on tour knock each other out all the time, if he's man enough he'll figure out what he did and own up to it and take his punishment. And it's not your fault, it's mine actually," it's Bob's turn to look away, "If I would just give you all that shit you wouldn't be dreaming about it, and he was the fuckin star because it was him that wanted to do it to you," Bob runs the back of his hand against Gerard's cheek.

Gerard still doesn't know if everything is totally cool - cool, but figures, Bob loves him - or so he said, and just makes the leap into his lap. Straddling him, "Like I said last night, I would have rather been awake with you, for reals. Who the fuck wants dreams?"

Bob grabs Gerard's ass in both his hands and pulls him into his hips, while pushing his own forward.

"I can't believe you knocked him out," being the half a chick he wants to be, Gerard grabs Bob's upper arms and squeezes them, all the while growing hard in his pants. He nuzzles Bob's neck, kissing softly up his neck, "You gonna let me ride you?"

"You gonna say all that shit you were saying last night?"

"I was saying shit?" Gerard blushes seven shades of red.

"Yeah, all kinds of freaky shit. That you wanted it harder, and..."

Gerard places his hand over Bob's mouth, "I get it. Well if you try, then I'll try."

"So if I jack you off right now, you'll talk dirty to me?"

"I can try."

"That's all I ask. Take off your pants, nice and slow for me," Bob says, whispering because they both know Frank is listening on the other side of the door.

"How slow?" Gerard asks as he hops off Bob's lap.

"Just get them off and get on me," Bob reaches in his pants and pulls out his dick, wielding it like a sword, in both his hands.




"They're gonna fuck, and your brother agreed to talk dirty to Bob as long as Bob jacks him off... this is awesome," Frank is spewing spit he's so excited.

They're thrown off their guard when they hear a small unthreatening knock on the door.

"You get it," Mikey tells Ray.

"He's your fuckin brother, you get it," Ray pushes Mikey to the door.

"I'll get it, jesus, guys. And I'm the half a fag?" Frank goes to the door and opens it to reveal Josh Todd standing on the other side, no one behind him, no bodyguards, just him, alone.

Frank walks outside closing the door behind himself, "Can I do something for you, anything?"

"I wanted to apologize to you guys and to that dude, your security explained what's going on with your drummer and I had no idea, I didn't mean to step on any toes, so... can I see him?" Josh toes the ground, feeling like a horny fuck head, and barely raises his head, looking to Frank.

"He's a little busy right now, you know, make up sex, from what you caused," Frank takes his chances and just goes for it, "But I'd be willing to accept your apology on their behalf, in any form you wanna give it to me," Frank looks away, running his tongue over his lips not directly at Josh, but for him, for sure.

"You into that?"

"Yeah, I am."

"You got a big dude looking out for you? I don't need to get knocked out a second time today."

"Nah, I'm all yours. Come on," Frank grabs Josh's hand and pulls him onto the bus, past the guys, "Josh-fuckin-Todd, bitches, how you like me now?"

The guys stare as the two of them pass by. Before they dip into the bathroom, Frank places his ear against the door in front of him and encourages Josh to do the same.

"Is my ass tight enough for you, Baby? Fuuuck... Your hand feels so good wrapped around me."

"See, told you things were fine. Now come fuck me," Frank drags a shirtless, of course, Josh-fuckin-Todd into the bathroom and starts to pull his own pants off, "How do you want me? On my knees? Doggie style? I'm all yours," Frank sits on the floor naked, looking up at Josh, who's staring down at him confused.

"You gotta be shittin me, are you for real? Anything I want?"

"I'm all yours, you can even lick my asshole, if you want," Frank has the decency to look ashamed.

Josh opens his pants, his hips pushed forward, and pulls out his eight inch cock.

Frank swallows hard, gulping in his throat, "Fuck it's huge."

"You better believe it. Wrap your mouth around it for me, Sweetie. Look at you all petite and hard-core, with your tattoos. I could keep you as a regular fuck if you're good. And I bet you're reeeeal good, aren't you?"

Frank would answer but with a mouth full of Josh's eight inches, it's kinda hard. On his knees, back arched, ass sticking out very flirtatiously, Frank mmmhmmm's nice and long around as much as he can get into his mouth.

"What's your name, little guy? Fuck you suck cock good," Josh pulls Frank's mouth away so he can answer, and like a baby being taken from a nipple, Frank's lips try to reattach.

"I'm Frank."

"Bend over for me, Frank, let me cum in your ass."

Frank jumps up, reaches in the medicine cabinet and pulls out lube and condoms.

"What a boy scout you are. Is that what you are, a little boy scout, ready to take my cock?"

"Oh fuck yeah, give it all to me. Here, let me help you out," Frank pushes Josh away, lubes his fingers up, turns away from him and starts to stretch his ass open.

"Fuck, man, I'm gonna have to take you home with me. Lock you away and keep you all to myself. Would you do that, just be mine?"

"Hell yeah," Frank says turning his body to get off on Josh watching him finger his ass, "I'm ready, are you?"

"Yeah little dude, lie down, we'll start there," Josh drops to his knees, Frank's cock at his face, before Frank can descend he wraps his mouth around it, sucking it all into his mouth. Multi-tasking, he reaches for the lube and slathers himself up.

"Start?"

Josh pulls away, dragging Frank to the floor and onto his back.

"Yeah, I can do this all night long, and we will, right here in this fucking bathroom," and without a notice, a perfected movement of lean and jab, Josh was buried to hilt inside Frank.




"Who the hell is fucking Frank in the shitter? Sounds like he's having a great fuckin time," Gerard dries his hands on a towel walking away from the back room. Bob left sleeping - exhausted.

Mikey fakes sleeping and leaves Ray standing in the middle of the hall pacing.

"Coward," Ray whispers under his breath to Mikey, "It's Frank... and, uh, JoshfuckinTodd," and it's said just like that, low and in a millisecond.

Gerard takes a second and panics, but only a second. Hearing Bob snoring from where he's standing, he knows there's no reason for him not to do a little eavesdropping of his own. He knows, he's dreamt of what's going on in that bathroom, he's seen it vividly. He can't be stopped, and when he drops to his knees, ear to the door, he does all he can to not push his way in. Invite himself to the party. Shit, they'd both accept him - in a nanosecond.