Epilogue: Scrapbook love
Title: Epilogue: Scrapbook love
Author: creepylicious/alles_luege
Pairing: Gerard/Travis (focus)Gerard/Lindsey/Frank/Travis
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's basically like this: Travis sprays the Ways' garage, gets caught, gets involved and kind of maybe (and he's not saying he is, okay? What does Gabe know anyway!) falls in love with the Ways and their tiny guitarist Frank.
“He did send me something. I just hadn't had the time to open it yet.”
“Open it. It's very poetic and shit.”
“Jesus! Thanks, Frank,” Gerard shouts in the background and Travis grins.
“You know I love all the haiku you're writing for him.”
“You want me to write you poetry?”
“You wrote me poems when you were wooing me,” Lindsey throws in.
“He bought me drinks,” Frank says. “Drinks. Where's the romance in that I ask you?”
“Uhm...” Gerard sounds sheepish and close by.
“I miss you,” Travis says and hangs up. He's so ready to pack his things and call it a week and it's only Wednesday.
Warning(s): sex, threesome
Author’s Notes: Written for anon_lovefest. Part of the Songs about the Ways-verse. I'm dedicating this with much L.O.V.E. To the OP gala_apples, draconic_girl, sydneysconverse, exoticway, tygermine and everyone who didn't leave their names in the comments. You guys, I LOVE you! *hugs *
Word Count: 1.229
Beta: /
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real
~+~
There are days that suck ass. Travis doesn't know that since yesterday of course, but it seems that the days that suck ass are between Monday and Friday now (nothing new here either), but for a different reason. He misses his Ways and their tiny guitarist and all these artsy chicks that want to show him their goldfishes and paper-cranes at their places are sometimes too much.
Lindsey laughs at him. She always does.
“Come home then.”
“Don't make him skip class for god's sake, Starfish!”
He doodles a starfish in stockings on a blank postcard and puts it aside to mail it to her as soon as they hang up. When he's lucky she won't wear anything but stockings for him the next time he's home.
“I'm not making him do anything, Gee.”
“You do, because you play dirty and you know it.”
“Is that so?” she asks, something sweet in her voice.
“Oh god! Give me the phone!” Frank says and Travis can hear some shuffling and muffled shouts and then Frank's on the line. “So, how bad is it?”
“All the girls want me,” Travis groans.
“It''s because Gee made this publishing guy print your stuff next to his haiku again. With your name on it. You're famous!”
“He did not!”
“Didn't Gabe send you a copy of the haiku mag?”
“He did send me something. I just hadn't had the time to open it yet.”
“Open it. It's very poetic and shit.”
“Jesus! Thanks, Frank,” Gerard shouts in the background and Travis grins.
“You know I love all the haiku you're writing for him.”
“You want me to write you poetry?”
“You wrote me poems when you were wooing me,” Lindsey throws in.
“He bought me drinks,” Frank says. “Drinks. Where's the romance in that I ask you?”
“Uhm...” Gerard sounds sheepish and close by.
“I miss you,” Travis says and hangs up. He's so ready to pack his things and call it a week and it's only Wednesday.
~+~
Lindsey doesn't wear stocking when he comes home. She isn't even home when he comes home. He throws his stuff in a corner in the hall and goes for the kitchen.
There's a note on he fridge: “Gone with Frank on tour. Have fun with Gee. Love, Lindsey & Frank.”
Well, that explains a thing or two. “P.s. Frank made you spaghetti.” He opens the fridge and yeah, Frank did make him spaghetti. His favourite kind, too. There's a heart on the box. Travis doesn't roll his eyes. It looks anatomical correct. He wonders why he doesn't find it disgusting.
He makes coffee, heats up the food and then falls asleep on the couch.
~+~
He wakes up to Gerard's weight against his side. He's wrapped around Travis like an octopus. Must be a Way-thing. Gabe told him that Mikey does it too. Gerard looks young and adorable and Travis just want to take care of him. To give him everything Gerard would want. Whatever it might be. And if he can't afford it, he'll steal it.
“You're thinking too loud,” Gerard mumbles into his shirt. It sends shivers down Travis' spine. Stupid as it is. Everything Gerard does so close to him sends shivers down his spine.
“Yeah? Can you read my thoughts?”
“Let me try,” Gerard says and makes a face like he's concentrating very hard on something. “No. Only works with Mikey.”
Travis leans down and kisses Gerard at the top of his hair. It's clean and smells nice. Gerard must have showered. He makes to pull away, but Gerard grabs his shirt and drags him down for a proper kiss. “I missed you too,” he whispers and kisses Travis again.
Travis knows how this goes, they're going to make out for what feels like hours and probably is and then Gerard will pull away to make coffee, or when he's lucky someone will barge in and there will be handjobs and more kissing. Gerard's lips feel soft and pliant and Travis wishes for the power to not have to breathe, because then he could do this for ever and ever. Amen.
His eyes fly open as he feels Gerard's fingers fumbling with his fly. “Gee?”
“Got your postcards. All of them.”
“Yeah?” He doesn't get it.
“You are wooing me.”
“I-” he shuts up, yeah, he freaking is. “Yeah.”
“I like it. I like that you're trying and that you're waiting. I appreciate that you're patient.”
“Gee,” he says, lost for words, because of fucking course he'll wait for ever, until his heart gives out or the world ends. Whatever should come first. He inhales sharply as Gerard's fingers find skin. “You don't have to show-”
“Oh god! Shut up. I am so not,” Gerard cuts him off and kisses him again.
Travis touched Gerard before. He watched as Gerard got himself off, watched as Lindsey sucked his dick, watched as Frank fucked him. He never did anything with Gerard alone. It was like Gerard was waiting, saving something. He has no idea what it was, he has still no clue. There was an unspoken rule about touching Gerard. What was allowed and what not. Travis never even had the opportunity to suck him off, never even tried. He can feel Gerard hard against his leg and he wants, but he waits. Lets Gerard set the rules.
“Should we do this here?” he asks as he lets Gerard tear his shirt off.
“Don't you know? There isn't a surface in this house we didn't fuck on. But I want to do it all again. With you.”
“I think I need to shut you up,” Travis groans and Gerard flutters his eyelashes. “You're totally begging for it.”
“Not yet,” Gerard answers, cheekily.
Travis swallows. He isn't there yet, but by the looks of it Gerard knows.
~+~
To say Travis was unprepared for having Gerard to himself would be a understatement of the century. Gerard is different. This is what Frank got to see, what Lindsey got to have for herself. This is, this is, he has no idea, no words. This is a side of Gerard that only a handful of people know and he is lucky enough to get to see it.
“We look beautiful,” Gerard gets out.
Travis' hands tighten on Gerard's hips. His dark skin a stark contrast to Gerard's pale. Gerard's fingers digging nearly painfully into his shoulders, his legs are quivering with the effort of fucking himself on Travis' dick. The way his body bends and bounces and - Travis closes his eyes. It's just too much, he feels Gerard laugh against his skin a second later and turns so he kiss Gerard's face. “I'm too much for you.”
Travis' eyes snap open and he cradles Gerard's face in one hand. “I can handle it.”
Gerard nods once sharply and Travis drags him closer for a kiss.
~+~
“The next time you fuck me,” he says as they're sharing a cigarette later.
“Yeah? Done that before?”
Travis gives him a look. “Dude!”
“Gabe?”
“No.”
“Do I want to know?”
“Would you be creeped out if I would say Mikey?”
“Yeah...” Gerard nearly chokes on his smoke and Travis leans closer to kiss his cheek.
“Frank.”
“What Frank?” Gerard asks. Travis gives him a look. “Oh! My Frank.”
“Our Frank.” Travis corrects.
Gerard nods. “Tell me more.”
Travis does.
~end~
Author: creepylicious/alles_luege
Pairing: Gerard/Travis (focus)Gerard/Lindsey/Frank/Travis
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's basically like this: Travis sprays the Ways' garage, gets caught, gets involved and kind of maybe (and he's not saying he is, okay? What does Gabe know anyway!) falls in love with the Ways and their tiny guitarist Frank.
“He did send me something. I just hadn't had the time to open it yet.”
“Open it. It's very poetic and shit.”
“Jesus! Thanks, Frank,” Gerard shouts in the background and Travis grins.
“You know I love all the haiku you're writing for him.”
“You want me to write you poetry?”
“You wrote me poems when you were wooing me,” Lindsey throws in.
“He bought me drinks,” Frank says. “Drinks. Where's the romance in that I ask you?”
“Uhm...” Gerard sounds sheepish and close by.
“I miss you,” Travis says and hangs up. He's so ready to pack his things and call it a week and it's only Wednesday.
Warning(s): sex, threesome
Author’s Notes: Written for anon_lovefest. Part of the Songs about the Ways-verse. I'm dedicating this with much L.O.V.E. To the OP gala_apples, draconic_girl, sydneysconverse, exoticway, tygermine and everyone who didn't leave their names in the comments. You guys, I LOVE you! *hugs *
Word Count: 1.229
Beta: /
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real
~+~
There are days that suck ass. Travis doesn't know that since yesterday of course, but it seems that the days that suck ass are between Monday and Friday now (nothing new here either), but for a different reason. He misses his Ways and their tiny guitarist and all these artsy chicks that want to show him their goldfishes and paper-cranes at their places are sometimes too much.
Lindsey laughs at him. She always does.
“Come home then.”
“Don't make him skip class for god's sake, Starfish!”
He doodles a starfish in stockings on a blank postcard and puts it aside to mail it to her as soon as they hang up. When he's lucky she won't wear anything but stockings for him the next time he's home.
“I'm not making him do anything, Gee.”
“You do, because you play dirty and you know it.”
“Is that so?” she asks, something sweet in her voice.
“Oh god! Give me the phone!” Frank says and Travis can hear some shuffling and muffled shouts and then Frank's on the line. “So, how bad is it?”
“All the girls want me,” Travis groans.
“It''s because Gee made this publishing guy print your stuff next to his haiku again. With your name on it. You're famous!”
“He did not!”
“Didn't Gabe send you a copy of the haiku mag?”
“He did send me something. I just hadn't had the time to open it yet.”
“Open it. It's very poetic and shit.”
“Jesus! Thanks, Frank,” Gerard shouts in the background and Travis grins.
“You know I love all the haiku you're writing for him.”
“You want me to write you poetry?”
“You wrote me poems when you were wooing me,” Lindsey throws in.
“He bought me drinks,” Frank says. “Drinks. Where's the romance in that I ask you?”
“Uhm...” Gerard sounds sheepish and close by.
“I miss you,” Travis says and hangs up. He's so ready to pack his things and call it a week and it's only Wednesday.
~+~
Lindsey doesn't wear stocking when he comes home. She isn't even home when he comes home. He throws his stuff in a corner in the hall and goes for the kitchen.
There's a note on he fridge: “Gone with Frank on tour. Have fun with Gee. Love, Lindsey & Frank.”
Well, that explains a thing or two. “P.s. Frank made you spaghetti.” He opens the fridge and yeah, Frank did make him spaghetti. His favourite kind, too. There's a heart on the box. Travis doesn't roll his eyes. It looks anatomical correct. He wonders why he doesn't find it disgusting.
He makes coffee, heats up the food and then falls asleep on the couch.
~+~
He wakes up to Gerard's weight against his side. He's wrapped around Travis like an octopus. Must be a Way-thing. Gabe told him that Mikey does it too. Gerard looks young and adorable and Travis just want to take care of him. To give him everything Gerard would want. Whatever it might be. And if he can't afford it, he'll steal it.
“You're thinking too loud,” Gerard mumbles into his shirt. It sends shivers down Travis' spine. Stupid as it is. Everything Gerard does so close to him sends shivers down his spine.
“Yeah? Can you read my thoughts?”
“Let me try,” Gerard says and makes a face like he's concentrating very hard on something. “No. Only works with Mikey.”
Travis leans down and kisses Gerard at the top of his hair. It's clean and smells nice. Gerard must have showered. He makes to pull away, but Gerard grabs his shirt and drags him down for a proper kiss. “I missed you too,” he whispers and kisses Travis again.
Travis knows how this goes, they're going to make out for what feels like hours and probably is and then Gerard will pull away to make coffee, or when he's lucky someone will barge in and there will be handjobs and more kissing. Gerard's lips feel soft and pliant and Travis wishes for the power to not have to breathe, because then he could do this for ever and ever. Amen.
His eyes fly open as he feels Gerard's fingers fumbling with his fly. “Gee?”
“Got your postcards. All of them.”
“Yeah?” He doesn't get it.
“You are wooing me.”
“I-” he shuts up, yeah, he freaking is. “Yeah.”
“I like it. I like that you're trying and that you're waiting. I appreciate that you're patient.”
“Gee,” he says, lost for words, because of fucking course he'll wait for ever, until his heart gives out or the world ends. Whatever should come first. He inhales sharply as Gerard's fingers find skin. “You don't have to show-”
“Oh god! Shut up. I am so not,” Gerard cuts him off and kisses him again.
Travis touched Gerard before. He watched as Gerard got himself off, watched as Lindsey sucked his dick, watched as Frank fucked him. He never did anything with Gerard alone. It was like Gerard was waiting, saving something. He has no idea what it was, he has still no clue. There was an unspoken rule about touching Gerard. What was allowed and what not. Travis never even had the opportunity to suck him off, never even tried. He can feel Gerard hard against his leg and he wants, but he waits. Lets Gerard set the rules.
“Should we do this here?” he asks as he lets Gerard tear his shirt off.
“Don't you know? There isn't a surface in this house we didn't fuck on. But I want to do it all again. With you.”
“I think I need to shut you up,” Travis groans and Gerard flutters his eyelashes. “You're totally begging for it.”
“Not yet,” Gerard answers, cheekily.
Travis swallows. He isn't there yet, but by the looks of it Gerard knows.
~+~
To say Travis was unprepared for having Gerard to himself would be a understatement of the century. Gerard is different. This is what Frank got to see, what Lindsey got to have for herself. This is, this is, he has no idea, no words. This is a side of Gerard that only a handful of people know and he is lucky enough to get to see it.
“We look beautiful,” Gerard gets out.
Travis' hands tighten on Gerard's hips. His dark skin a stark contrast to Gerard's pale. Gerard's fingers digging nearly painfully into his shoulders, his legs are quivering with the effort of fucking himself on Travis' dick. The way his body bends and bounces and - Travis closes his eyes. It's just too much, he feels Gerard laugh against his skin a second later and turns so he kiss Gerard's face. “I'm too much for you.”
Travis' eyes snap open and he cradles Gerard's face in one hand. “I can handle it.”
Gerard nods once sharply and Travis drags him closer for a kiss.
~+~
“The next time you fuck me,” he says as they're sharing a cigarette later.
“Yeah? Done that before?”
Travis gives him a look. “Dude!”
“Gabe?”
“No.”
“Do I want to know?”
“Would you be creeped out if I would say Mikey?”
“Yeah...” Gerard nearly chokes on his smoke and Travis leans closer to kiss his cheek.
“Frank.”
“What Frank?” Gerard asks. Travis gives him a look. “Oh! My Frank.”
“Our Frank.” Travis corrects.
Gerard nods. “Tell me more.”
Travis does.
~end~