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Ice, Ice, Baby (Frank/Gerard)
Title: Ice, Ice, Baby
For: maryangel200
Author: cool_rain_kiss
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1600
Summary: Bad luck seems to follow MCR, and now the heat's gone out in the van, and they're stuck in the snow. Cuddling for warmth ensues.
Notes: Many many many thanks to anoneknewmoose for being a superb beta!
The thing that Frank loved most of all about Gerard changed at least once a week. For the moment, though, it was that he was so fucking warm when the heating had busted in their van again and one of the tires had exploded on a thumb tack or something so they were currently pulled off on the side of the road in the fucking snow. They’d drawn straws, and Ray and Otter had been the unlucky ones destiny picked to go find civilization so they wouldn’t die while Frank and Gerard and Mikey were left guarding the van since the locks only worked half the time. It’d been hours since they left, and Frank had stolen one of the blankets off of Mikey once he’d fallen asleep for him and Gerard to curl up under.
"I mean, seriously, this is some fucking Survivor shit, not a beach or something," Gerard said. Frank could hear Gerard's teeth chattering as he talked, little clack clack clacks in between the words that made him sound drunk when he wasn't, and he pressed a little closer. It would be his turn to wade out in the snow and march down the road to try to get a signal or another driver to pull over soon, so he was trying to soak up as much of Gerard's furnace-like warmth as he could.
When Gerard turned to look at him, his lips brushed Frank's cheek, dry and a little cracked on his skin. "I guess there would be more bears, though. If we were really fighting to survive."
"Don't say that," Frank said, swiping his hand through the hair before immediately tucking it back between his knees, the brief encounter with chilled air too much. Gerard was probably wearing Frank's gloves, too, that fucker. "We don't need bears. And if this was really wilderness shit, we'd be naked."
Gerard's face turned redder, not from the cold this time, and Frank snorted, nudging him with his shoulder. "Okay, count of three, take the blanket. I gotta run," he said, already steeling himself for the sudden chill about to hit him. Gerard nodded and gripped onto the blanket, pulling it off Frank and more around himself after Frank counted.
"Shit son of a bitch," Frank muttered, pushing himself up and sliding the van door open.
"Hurry up and close it!" Gerard called, his eyes wide as he shivered at the burst of cold air.
Frank slid the door closed, muttering something about Gerard keeping his panties on, and pulled his cell out of his pocket with shaking fingers. He flipped through his address book and dialed Ray's cell, cursing when he still didn't have signal, the screen fogging over from his breath every two seconds.
Looking back at Gerard in the van again (and Mikey passed out in the front bench seat), Frank pointed to the road so Gerard would know he was gonna walk and waited for Gerard to hold up the okay signal before he started walking down the road. It was eerily quiet, no trucks, no birds or little woodland creatures or whatever, just blinding-white snow, packed on either sides of the stretch of highway thanks to a plow that had past hours before they'd ever gotten there. At least snow wasn't falling down around him right now, just glistening in the mid-afternoon sun and mocking their torn down excuse for a van.
A shiver started with a tremor of his lips and moved slowly down his body as he walked, sending goose bumps down his arms and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He cringed, glancing down at his cell again to see one bar of signal that faded in and out as he tilted his phone left and right.
"Come on, come on," he chanted as he tried calling Ray again. Ray answered, his voice coming through in cracks and stutters, and Frank ran forward a few yards to try to get a little clearer.
"Out - morning - can you - tires and - Gee?" Ray said, and Frank sighed.
"Man, I can't fucking hear you," he griped, twisting at his waist to look back at the van. It was a speck on the road, and he sighed, jogging further.
" - ank? Frank? You there?" Ray called, and Frank stopped running once Ray was coming in clearer. He couldn't feel his face, and he figured his hand was frozen to his phone by this point.
"Yeah, fuck, I'm here, man, what's going on?" he asked.
"All their tow trucks are out, and they said we'll have to wait 'til morning to get any help. We're buying a tire, and we're gonna grab some food and try to find a ride back. You should just go back and keep warm, man. I'll try to text you if we hear something different." In the background, Frank could hear Otter cursing and another man, probably the man on duty at the service station, sounding very bored with every answer he gave.
He sighed and nodded, even though Ray couldn't see. "Yeah, okay," he said. "Try to buy more blankets, if you've got any spare cash."
"Doubt we will, but I'll try," Ray said. "See you in a bit."
"Yeah, okay, later," Frank mumbled, pressing end on his phone and shoving it back into his pocket with effort. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and kept his head down, spinning on his heels to run back to the van. His sneakers made soft scraping sounds and thuds on the pavement.
"When's the truck gonna be here?" Gerard asked the second Frank slid the door open. "Did you talk to Ray? Are they coming?"
Frank shook his head and settled into the seat, grabbing the half of blanket Gerard offered him and crawling in under it, his knees pulled up to his chest. He buried his face in Gerard's shoulder and didn't even shy away from the pungent smell of tour and Way, sighing warm and damp against Gerard's skin. He felt Gerard shiver before adding, "Well?"
"Fuck no, man, the place's closed. Ray and Otter're getting us some food and shit, but we're stuck here 'til morning." Admitting it felt like defeat that was hard to swallow and it pissed Frank off and made him sulky.
"Oh," Gerard said quietly. "They told the guy we don't have fucking heat, right? We're gonna freeze and die."
"We're not gonna freeze and die," Frank said, his hand snaking out to latch onto Gerard's under the blanket. Gerard's hand was hot, and Frank clung needily to the steady warmth.
Their biggest mistake, Frank realized, had been to let Hambone help them out and drive their trailer up to the next venue so they'd have less weight on the van's load and the tires would hold out for the rest of the trip (in theory). "You know, we've got fifteen fucking hoodies in that stupid trailer. We wouldn't be shitting icicles right now," he grumbled.
Gerard nodded sleepily, his eyelids drooping, and Frank smoothed his thumb over the back of Gerard's hand. "You passing out, dude?" he asked, shifting a little so Gerard could rest his head on Frank's shoulder.
"Probably," Gerard said. "Wake me up if they get here." Frank sighed and nodded, brushing his lips over the top of Gerard's head and leaning back, closing his eyes. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
Gerard had flopped over with his arm heavy around Frank's middle, and they were both slumped over on the seat when there were five sharp, sudden bangs on the van door. "Fuck, what is it, Frankie, what is it," Gerard muttered against Frank's jaw, and Frank shrugged, trying to blink awake himself. The van felt fifteen degrees cooler than it had when he'd passed out, and his arm was numb from Gerard laying on it, and the rest of him was numb because the universe had it out for them.
"Open the door!" Otter called, sounding far away through the door, and Frank reached up to swipe over the fog on the window, squinting at Otter and Ray, who had their arms full with plastic bags of groceries. Frank threw the door open and wanted to kiss Ray when he saw the blanket folded up and tucked under Ray's arm.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Otter said, shaking snow out of his hair. Frank flinched when some landed on his face, and he hurried to close the door as Otter climbed into the driver's seat and Ray dumped the groceries on the floorboard before sliding past the middle seat and into the back, his cheeks and nose a bright, blistering red and his hair dripping wet from the snow.
"We told 'em where to find us," he said before yawning loudly. "Sorry for waking you up."
"S'fine," Frank said, glancing down at Gerard and petting his hair. "Only woke one of us up anyway."
“Wore him out, huh?” Otter joked, snorting, and Frank flipped him off.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what happened,” he said, and Ray laughed quietly, his breath coming in white puffs, and he settled down, closing his eyes.
“Might as well sleep,” he said. “Nothing else better to do, you know? ‘Less you wanna eat something.”
The last thing Frank needed was to get Doritos stuck to his tongue. “I’ll pass,” he said, shifting a bit so he was lying down on the seat, Gerard making irritated noises in his sleep at having to move. Frank sighed and then hissed when Gerard’s frozen fingers found their way under his hoodie to splay across his stomach. At least the rest of Gerard was warm enough that he’d be okay ‘til morning.
For: maryangel200
Author: cool_rain_kiss
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1600
Summary: Bad luck seems to follow MCR, and now the heat's gone out in the van, and they're stuck in the snow. Cuddling for warmth ensues.
Notes: Many many many thanks to anoneknewmoose for being a superb beta!
The thing that Frank loved most of all about Gerard changed at least once a week. For the moment, though, it was that he was so fucking warm when the heating had busted in their van again and one of the tires had exploded on a thumb tack or something so they were currently pulled off on the side of the road in the fucking snow. They’d drawn straws, and Ray and Otter had been the unlucky ones destiny picked to go find civilization so they wouldn’t die while Frank and Gerard and Mikey were left guarding the van since the locks only worked half the time. It’d been hours since they left, and Frank had stolen one of the blankets off of Mikey once he’d fallen asleep for him and Gerard to curl up under.
"I mean, seriously, this is some fucking Survivor shit, not a beach or something," Gerard said. Frank could hear Gerard's teeth chattering as he talked, little clack clack clacks in between the words that made him sound drunk when he wasn't, and he pressed a little closer. It would be his turn to wade out in the snow and march down the road to try to get a signal or another driver to pull over soon, so he was trying to soak up as much of Gerard's furnace-like warmth as he could.
When Gerard turned to look at him, his lips brushed Frank's cheek, dry and a little cracked on his skin. "I guess there would be more bears, though. If we were really fighting to survive."
"Don't say that," Frank said, swiping his hand through the hair before immediately tucking it back between his knees, the brief encounter with chilled air too much. Gerard was probably wearing Frank's gloves, too, that fucker. "We don't need bears. And if this was really wilderness shit, we'd be naked."
Gerard's face turned redder, not from the cold this time, and Frank snorted, nudging him with his shoulder. "Okay, count of three, take the blanket. I gotta run," he said, already steeling himself for the sudden chill about to hit him. Gerard nodded and gripped onto the blanket, pulling it off Frank and more around himself after Frank counted.
"Shit son of a bitch," Frank muttered, pushing himself up and sliding the van door open.
"Hurry up and close it!" Gerard called, his eyes wide as he shivered at the burst of cold air.
Frank slid the door closed, muttering something about Gerard keeping his panties on, and pulled his cell out of his pocket with shaking fingers. He flipped through his address book and dialed Ray's cell, cursing when he still didn't have signal, the screen fogging over from his breath every two seconds.
Looking back at Gerard in the van again (and Mikey passed out in the front bench seat), Frank pointed to the road so Gerard would know he was gonna walk and waited for Gerard to hold up the okay signal before he started walking down the road. It was eerily quiet, no trucks, no birds or little woodland creatures or whatever, just blinding-white snow, packed on either sides of the stretch of highway thanks to a plow that had past hours before they'd ever gotten there. At least snow wasn't falling down around him right now, just glistening in the mid-afternoon sun and mocking their torn down excuse for a van.
A shiver started with a tremor of his lips and moved slowly down his body as he walked, sending goose bumps down his arms and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He cringed, glancing down at his cell again to see one bar of signal that faded in and out as he tilted his phone left and right.
"Come on, come on," he chanted as he tried calling Ray again. Ray answered, his voice coming through in cracks and stutters, and Frank ran forward a few yards to try to get a little clearer.
"Out - morning - can you - tires and - Gee?" Ray said, and Frank sighed.
"Man, I can't fucking hear you," he griped, twisting at his waist to look back at the van. It was a speck on the road, and he sighed, jogging further.
" - ank? Frank? You there?" Ray called, and Frank stopped running once Ray was coming in clearer. He couldn't feel his face, and he figured his hand was frozen to his phone by this point.
"Yeah, fuck, I'm here, man, what's going on?" he asked.
"All their tow trucks are out, and they said we'll have to wait 'til morning to get any help. We're buying a tire, and we're gonna grab some food and try to find a ride back. You should just go back and keep warm, man. I'll try to text you if we hear something different." In the background, Frank could hear Otter cursing and another man, probably the man on duty at the service station, sounding very bored with every answer he gave.
He sighed and nodded, even though Ray couldn't see. "Yeah, okay," he said. "Try to buy more blankets, if you've got any spare cash."
"Doubt we will, but I'll try," Ray said. "See you in a bit."
"Yeah, okay, later," Frank mumbled, pressing end on his phone and shoving it back into his pocket with effort. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and kept his head down, spinning on his heels to run back to the van. His sneakers made soft scraping sounds and thuds on the pavement.
"When's the truck gonna be here?" Gerard asked the second Frank slid the door open. "Did you talk to Ray? Are they coming?"
Frank shook his head and settled into the seat, grabbing the half of blanket Gerard offered him and crawling in under it, his knees pulled up to his chest. He buried his face in Gerard's shoulder and didn't even shy away from the pungent smell of tour and Way, sighing warm and damp against Gerard's skin. He felt Gerard shiver before adding, "Well?"
"Fuck no, man, the place's closed. Ray and Otter're getting us some food and shit, but we're stuck here 'til morning." Admitting it felt like defeat that was hard to swallow and it pissed Frank off and made him sulky.
"Oh," Gerard said quietly. "They told the guy we don't have fucking heat, right? We're gonna freeze and die."
"We're not gonna freeze and die," Frank said, his hand snaking out to latch onto Gerard's under the blanket. Gerard's hand was hot, and Frank clung needily to the steady warmth.
Their biggest mistake, Frank realized, had been to let Hambone help them out and drive their trailer up to the next venue so they'd have less weight on the van's load and the tires would hold out for the rest of the trip (in theory). "You know, we've got fifteen fucking hoodies in that stupid trailer. We wouldn't be shitting icicles right now," he grumbled.
Gerard nodded sleepily, his eyelids drooping, and Frank smoothed his thumb over the back of Gerard's hand. "You passing out, dude?" he asked, shifting a little so Gerard could rest his head on Frank's shoulder.
"Probably," Gerard said. "Wake me up if they get here." Frank sighed and nodded, brushing his lips over the top of Gerard's head and leaning back, closing his eyes. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
Gerard had flopped over with his arm heavy around Frank's middle, and they were both slumped over on the seat when there were five sharp, sudden bangs on the van door. "Fuck, what is it, Frankie, what is it," Gerard muttered against Frank's jaw, and Frank shrugged, trying to blink awake himself. The van felt fifteen degrees cooler than it had when he'd passed out, and his arm was numb from Gerard laying on it, and the rest of him was numb because the universe had it out for them.
"Open the door!" Otter called, sounding far away through the door, and Frank reached up to swipe over the fog on the window, squinting at Otter and Ray, who had their arms full with plastic bags of groceries. Frank threw the door open and wanted to kiss Ray when he saw the blanket folded up and tucked under Ray's arm.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Otter said, shaking snow out of his hair. Frank flinched when some landed on his face, and he hurried to close the door as Otter climbed into the driver's seat and Ray dumped the groceries on the floorboard before sliding past the middle seat and into the back, his cheeks and nose a bright, blistering red and his hair dripping wet from the snow.
"We told 'em where to find us," he said before yawning loudly. "Sorry for waking you up."
"S'fine," Frank said, glancing down at Gerard and petting his hair. "Only woke one of us up anyway."
“Wore him out, huh?” Otter joked, snorting, and Frank flipped him off.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what happened,” he said, and Ray laughed quietly, his breath coming in white puffs, and he settled down, closing his eyes.
“Might as well sleep,” he said. “Nothing else better to do, you know? ‘Less you wanna eat something.”
The last thing Frank needed was to get Doritos stuck to his tongue. “I’ll pass,” he said, shifting a bit so he was lying down on the seat, Gerard making irritated noises in his sleep at having to move. Frank sighed and then hissed when Gerard’s frozen fingers found their way under his hoodie to splay across his stomach. At least the rest of Gerard was warm enough that he’d be okay ‘til morning.