turps

They’re not big enough for buses, but they have two vans between them, so after a gig while everyone else is at the afterparty, Frank drags Gabe out to the My Chem van and shoves him inside. It smells rank, like everything on this tour, and Gabe’s actually a little surprised he can still smell it. He thought he was immune to everything at this point. “There are drinks and babes to be had, Iero.”

“Whatever. There are always drinks and babes.”

“Yes. That’s kind of why I got into this whole gig, dude.”

“Liar. You got into it because you have the soul of a poet and the dick of a musician. I promise I have something better than drinks and babes.”

“If this is about your dick, you are very very wrong.”

Frank punches him and shoves him back toward the rear bench seat. Gerard is curled up there in a blanket, looking like he’s been lying in a ditch for a couple of weeks. “As if I’d let you near my dick. I don’t know where you’ve been, Saporta.”

“Coming from a guy who blows Way here on a regular basis, that is laughable.” Gabe pushes Gerard’s legs off the seat and sits next to him, forcing Gerard into a sitting position.

“You’re an asshole,” Gerard mutters, immediately shifting to rest his head on Gabe’s shoulder.

“It makes me extra loveable.” Gabe slides an arm around Gerard’s waist as Frank plops down next to him, thigh tight against Gabe’s, leg crossed over onto Gabe’s lap. Gerard catches Frank’s ankle and rubs his thumb over the bare skin above his sock. “So, when does this get better than drinks and babes, Frank?”

“God, you’re a dick.” Frank straightens, arching his back slightly and straining to place a kiss just below Gabe’s earlobe. “I forget why we put up with you.”

“You like assholes.”

“Mmm. True.” Frank moves up a little higher, biting at Gabe’s earlobe this time, sucking on it lightly. “Lucky for you.”

“Lucky for you it’s mutual.” Gabe turns his head, nuzzling at Gerard’s temple. “You awake, Way?”

“Not if I can help it.” Gerard blinks up at him, but smiles as he does it. “Or unless there’s coffee. Or sex.”

“Can’t promise one.” Gabe kisses the tip of Gerard’s nose. “Might be able to swing the other. I assume that’s why Frank dragged me away from an honest-to-god model to come and hang out in your den of sin.”

“Mobile den of sin,” Frank gives up all pretense and actually climbs in Gabe’s lap, dipping his head under Gabe’s to actually taste Gerard’s mouth. “The least you can do is get it right, Saporta.”