Guitar Strings and Rattles 3

The fight goes on for a full week, which no one expected. Frank and Gerard have never been ones to hold grudges, and even in the last two years of marriage, they never had a fight that lasted more than a few days. But they still haven't had a conversation that hasn't ended in shouting. After the first days they were both equally mad. Gerard couldn't believe that Frank would think he was flirting with Lyn-z and that pissed him off more than he had ever been. Frank was being stubborn with his anger, convinced that he was right to be mad about the whole thing. But as the days wore on, he slowly broke down. And by the end of five days he was finally ready to end the fight. His anger had passed and all he really wanted to do was hold him in their bunk again.

Frank tried to talk to Gerard. He pulled Gerard aside on the bus after a tense set and was only met with folded arms. "Gerard, I am sorry." He started. Gerard's arms tightened across his chest and he frowned.

"Sorry for being a jealous jackass?" Gerard asked with a snide tone that made Frank flinch.

"Yes, I am sorry I was an asshole." Frank said, holding back the urge to snap back. Gerard's expression didn't change.

"Good, you should be." He said as he looked past Frank and out into the kitchen area. Frank grit his teeth and felt all his anger boil back up.

"Could you at least act like you are fucking interested in my apology?!" He snapped. Gerard looked back at Frank and frowned. He opened his mouth, letting out a small sound like he was about to say something in response before closing his mouth and walking away. Frank sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. "Fuck." He mumbled before retreating to his bunk. He didn't even care that he was sweaty and gross. He just felt like burrowing in his covers and never coming out.

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By the end of the week, Frank can't take it anymore. He doesn't even care if Gerard forgave him, he was just wanted to grab him by his hair and kiss him. He just wanted to make Gerard touch him again. It started first with Frank walking up during the set, pausing his playing to run a hand up Gerard's back. The crowd cheered and Gerard only glared. As Gerard turned away and continued to sing, Frank trotted back over to smack a hand firm onto Gerard's ass. Gerard let out a squeak that echoed through the microphone and threw Frank an angry look, but the guitarist just laughed and moved back to his side of the stage. The crowd practically roared in excitement.

Gerard stayed away from Frank for most of the set after that, occasionally pausing to send him a sharp glare. Frank just smiled at the crowd and flailed around the stage, looking for a moment when Gerard isn't looking. That moment comes during The Sharpest Lives, when Gerard finally lets his wall back down and Frank takes that chance to jump up to the light box in front of the singer and practically jumped on the older man. Gerard was shocked and suddenly fed up with all of Frank's antics. He grabbed ahold of the front of Frank's shirt and tugged hard, pulling Frank off of the light box and let the mic drop to the ground.

Frank grabbed onto Gerard's shoulders and let himself be tugged around. And soon they are stumbling back across the stage, struggling for dominance before Frank loses his footing and they are tumbling back. Frank ends up doing a somersault backwards with his guitar and Gerard manages to stay on his feet before letting go of Frank and walking off. He looks for the closest thing to take out his anger, a camera set up on the edge of the stage to record the concert going on. He gives it a quick kick, with all the pent up rage seeming to drain out of his foot as it connects with the object on the floor. And once he is done as the song comes to an end, he lets out one last ounce of frustration by picking up an empty water bottle and flinging it out towards Frank's side of the stage. It all seems to sink in then, how crazy that must have looked to the fans. It was crazy. Stupid how angry he let the whole thing get him. He wasn't angry any more. Far from it. Now he just wanted to grab Frank and kiss him and admit how much of a bitch he was being about the whole fight.

He decided to do just that as soon as they get off the stage in a dark corner of the backstage. "Frank." He started as he grabbed the guitarist's wrist, pulling him out of sight of all prying eyes. "I am sorry. I am fucking stupid." He said in a rush before pulling Frank into a needy kiss. Frank's hands immediately moved down to grab onto Gerard's hips, fingers sliding up under the singer's shirt to touch skin. "So fucking stupid." Gerard gasped as he pulled back from the kiss for air.

"Me too, now shut up, we have a lot of kissing to make up for." Frank chuckled before pulling Gerard back in for a heated kiss. He bit at Gerard's bottom lip, eliciting a throaty moan from the older man before slipping his tongue in to taste the familiar taste that was simply Gerard. He pressed into Gerard, pushing him back against an abandoned amp that would probably be used for a later set. Frank could only hope it was a much, much later set because right now all he wanted to do was do dirty things to Gerard against it. He pushed Gerard up onto the amp so that he was sitting, raised perfectly for Frank to slide in between Gerard's thighs and his hands are cupping him through his jeans.

"Wait. Someone might see." Gerard whimpers as he pulls away from the kiss again, still bucking his hips up to meet Frank's hand. Frank grunts and starts to unbutton Gerard's jeans.

"Let them see, I could care less. I just need you right now." Frank practically growled before slipping his hand into the tight fabric of Gerard's jeans and underwear to wrap his hand around Gerard's already half hard cock. Gerard let out a loud gasp and Frank silenced him with a quick kiss. "Shhh if you make that much noise, someone will definitely find us back here." He whispers with a smirk before starting to stroke him slowly. Frank stroked him for a bit, Gerard bit his lip trying to keep quiet before Frank let go of him and tugged him down off the amp.

"What?" Gerard asked confused as Frank turned him away, leaning him over the amp.

"I'm going to fuck you on this amp." Frank said as he tugged on Gerard's jeans, pulling them down to his thighs. Gerard can only let a soft 'oh' before feeling a spit slicked finger press into him. It's all quick and dirty after that, Frank fingering Gerard as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his hips, pulling his dick from the fabric. Once Gerard felt ready he his pulling his fingers out and replacing it with the blunt tip of his cock. He paused long enough for Gerard to give a quiet okay before pressing in, hissing at the tightness of Gerard's ass. The feel alone was too much for Frank and he couldn't hold back as he began to thrust into Gerard at a fast pace. "Ah fuck, I missed this." Frank groaned and reached around to grab Gerard's cock. It only takes a few quick strokes to get Gerard moaning Frank's name as he comes all over the amp and Frank's hand.

Frank thrust a few minutes more as the orgasm built up inside him before he willed himself to pull out of Gerard. He strokes himself a couple times and comes hard on Gerard's back, biting his lip hard to hold back the moan.

They hear voices in the distance that interrupts their post-orgasm bliss. They pulled up their jeans and tried to look they hadn't just been fucking, Frank rubbing his hands on his jeans as Gerard tried to flatten his hair down from where it was sticking up in a crazy mess. They both looked up just in time to see Jamia walking up, holding Bandit wearing headphones on her hip. "Daddy!" Bandit squealed, reaching out to Gerard as Jamia walked closer. Ray was only a few steps behind her.

"I told you I saw them go back here." Ray said with a smirk. Gerard blushed and grabbed Bandit from Jamia's arms.

"Well," Jamia said as she took in the sight before her. "I guess you two made up." Gerard blushed deeper as Frank began to laugh.