Ferard One Shot(s)

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

*Gerard's POV*

"You going to wear your boa this time?" Mikey snickered.

I rolled my eyes, "shut up, boas are hot and hard to sing in." I paused, "and that was one time." He laughed.

We were about to go on stage and do a show, and we were all pretty excited.

Frank walked over to Mikey and I with his guitar slung over his shoulder. His hair hadn't been brushed but he still rocked the messy hair look.

"Brian said to wear this," Frank said, tossing me a black blazer jacket. Brian is our manager. I slipped on the jacket.

"Thanks Frankie," I said, maybe a little flirtatiously. Well, he was looking pretty damn good.

"No problem," I don't know if he was picking up what I mean, I didn't even know what I mean, but he gave a small smirk.

"You excited?"

"Very, you?" I nodded. Ray came over with his guitar and Brian.

"Guys three minutes, keep your asses right here. Do not move a muscle." Brian commanded. We nodded. He walked away, checking over his shoulder to make sure we didn't move.

We could hear the crowd chanting "MCR, MCR!" and it made us all smile. I was really tempted to move around and take a look at the audience, but pissing off Brian didn't seem like the best idea. He probably was already stressed as it is.

There had been some kind of problem with an amplifier or something, but they got it sorted out after a lot of yelling. It turns out we just didn't have it plugged in.

Brian return and glanced at his clipboard, "your first song is Thank You for the Venom, okay? Go! Go!" he pushed Mikey, so Mikey went on stage first, then Ray then Frank then me.

The crowd went fucking wild when we walked onstage. And even crazier when Ray and Frank glanced at each other and busted out with the guitar. The lights turned on and off in time with the music and that just added to the amazing feeling of being on stage.

All of the unfamiliar faces, all grinning. Especially when I stop singing and the whole crowd continued, knowing every word.

"This next one is called, Helena" I said one Thank You for the Venom was over.

Frank get so passionate when he plays, it's honestly really hot. Especially the sex faces he makes when playing. Not that I would know what his face looked like during sex..

We have drunkenly made out maybe once, but that was all. Though right now, I would fuck him on the spot.

I walked around the stage, but kept a little to Frank's side of the stage. I think he noticed because he came over to me a lot, too. When Helena was over the crowd was crazy.

"Y'all are a bunch of crazy motherfuckers, you know that right?" I said to the audience. They all screamed in reply. "This song is called I'm Not Okay."

Ray played with that awesome guitar riff and soon after Frank joined in. I think my favorite part of the song is the part where Frank says "trust me". There is just something about his voice that gives me chill bumps.

Instead of saying his part over at his mic he came over to mine and shared it with me, our lips inches away from each other's. His lips lingering by mine at the mic, longer than usual.

Usually, after he did his line I gave him a thumbs up or a smile, but today though, I gave him a wink.

The people in the first couple rows saw and the crowd erupted.