Lullaby And Goodnight

"Fuck." He moaned into my ear. His finger nails dug deep into the skin on my back. His face twisted with pain. I kissed his head, trying to show him I didn't mean it. I pulled out quickly and squirted more lube onto myself, shivering at the cold and pushing back into him, sliding in much better this time. He sighed and his face softened. His beautiful hazel eyes looked up at me with pleasure when I pushed into his prostate.

"Oh God Gerard." he moaned, arching his back.

"Glad you think so." I grinned at him and he smiled back, moaning again and bucked his hips into mine. I moaned and bit his neck. The taste of blood filled my mouth.

"Vampire." He moaned at me, tilting his head to the side to give me better access. I used my tongue to clear up the blood.

"Oh my God Gerard no!" I jumped and withdrew, dragging the covers over us quickly. Matt stood looking disturbed in my door way.

"Dude! Ever heard of knocking?!" I cried but I felt very amused.

"I thought you'd be doing a girl dide! I knew you liked cock but dude, your band mate really?" He'd cooled down a bit and sat at the very other end of the room.

"You'll get used to it." Frankie grinned at him and pulled on boxers that were previously beside the bed, and tossing mine to me. I pulled them on under the covers and got up to find some clothes.

"Anyway my two favourite little gays, I managed to snatch us up a gig in that strange little venue central New York. It's tomorrow night at half past six. We game?" I nodded and asked Frankie, who seemed eager too. I couldn't help checking out my topless boyfriend.

"Well good. I'm off to get drunk now anyway so if you wanna come I'll meet you at Hawks, but you'll have to get in touch with Ray and Mikey because I was hammered last night and deleted all my numbers in my phone. Later!" He called leaving.

"Is it me, or is he a bit of a hot headed prick all of a sudden?" Frankie asked, watching after him. He moaned as I palmed him through his boxers.

"Yeah, come here." I pulled him towards me, making him stand in front if me and slowly lowered his boxers. I flicked my tongue over his tip. He gasped. I took him in fully and swirled my tongue around him. He moaned my name repeatedly until he came in my mouth.

"Come on, you call Ray I'll get in touch with Mikey. Tell them about the gig and get them to come." I winked and pulled on a plain black T-shirt. He nodded and kissed me quickly, pulling his cell phone out of his bag and dialing in Ray's number. I grinned to myself while hunting down a clean pair of boxers. Settling on my Batman ones. I had been thinking about Matt's attitude for a while now. I knew he was drinking too much, and that was getting the way of everything. I was thinking about finding a new drummer. He just wasn't working out anymore. He'd helped us get this far, since we were kids, but we couldn't get any further with him tying us down.

"It's settled, but Gerard, I have bad news, this gig that Matt's booked, it's with The Used, Bert McCracken's band." Frankie was biting his lip and looking at me sympathetically. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

"It doesn't matter, there'll be security if he tries anything." Frank smiled and pecked my lips.

"We'll be there to protect you too Gerard." He smiled and said that Ray was up for the gig, I called Mikey and he comfirmed he was up for it too. When we met up the next day an hour before the gig started, there was still no sign of Matt. Nobody had heard from him all day, despite all of us texting him.

"I'll call him." Mikey offered, leading Alicia to the coffee machine before dialling Matt's number in his phone. I joined Alicia and told her about my plans with Matt. She agreed that he was an asshole and that she'd never liked him.

"I hate to break it to you Gerard, but he needs to go." She said lowly, uncase he'd suddenly turned up. Mikey came back, looking furious.

"I'm gonna kill him!" He yelled. He looked as if he was about to punch the water cooler.

"What's up?" I asked him. I twiddled my thumbs nervously.

"He's in bed. He said he can't play." Mikey's face was becoming redder and redder. He only calmed down once Alica's hand rested on his shoulder.

"He's out." I mutter before heading to tell the venue manager that our drummer had failed to appear.

"Wait!" Frankie called, while I was half way out of the door, I turned and looked at my boyfriend curiously, he looked elated.

"Bob can do it!" Who the hell was Bob?

"Frank, who's Bob?" Our manager Brian asked.

"He's the sound guy for the used. Trust me, he can do it!" He looked really happy and hyper.

"Frank, dude, we can't afford it."

"No no! He'll do it for free please Brian please?!" Frankie was pleading. I turned and saw a short haired blonde guy standing awkwardly in the door way. Brian sighed and agreed, since it was too late to cancel the show. We went on half an hour later, adn low and behold, he was brilliant. He knew the music, he knew how to play, when to play it, he worked hard and he was much better than Matt. So when we fired Matt the next day, we agreed to sign Bob on, and he took up possition as our drummer. He signed over his resignation to the Used and that drove Bert wild, to my amusement, and he was ours officially.

My mom called me that afternoon, comfirming Ellie's adoption. I had a baby girl, my baby girl, and Frankie was mine again. So, finally My Chemical Romance, was taking a whole new path, to stardom.