The Only Thing I Ask Of You

Frank's P.O.V.

It's been two weeks since the tour started and everything is going great. Everyone's giving off 110% in their performance and Bob has been doing the live mixing for us and The Used. It's so great and he's really good. And the weird thing is; Matt hasn't been an asshole this whole time. But I think it's because we've had Bob with us and he doesn't want Bob pretty much kicking his ass again.

It's been amazing and tonight is our first hotel night. I remembered what Bob had said about Gerard promising to tell Mikey tonight and I'm still so excited that Bob wanted to room with me. I'm very nervous, because I wanna tell Bob what I feel for him, but I'm scared.

I was at my bunk, packing a small bag of new clothes and my shower stuff so I could acctualy smell decent, when I felt a tap on my shoulder, making me jump. I spun around and saw Mikey standing there with a knowing smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked, turning back to my bag and trying to find my hottest clothes. I wanted to look good for Bob.

"Nothing. I just noticed that you're trying find the clothes that you think make you look the hottest," Mikey said, with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh come on," he laughed. "You want him so bad you're hopping that you can do something about it tonight."

"Mikey, please don't make fun of me. I'm scared out of my mind. I don't know what to do. I..... Screw it. I won't tell him. I can't." I started taking out all my clothes and started to grab my sweat pants and sweaters.

"What? No, no Frankie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so mean, I was just poking fun. No. You have to tell him," Mikey said, grabbing all my good clothes and putting them back in the bag.

"No Mikey, I can't. I'm not this guy. I don't cheat. If I'm with someone I'm with them no matter what. I don't go out looking for other people. It's just not me. As much as I love Bob, I can't do that to Jamia." I fell to the ground and buried my face in my knees.

"Oh Frankie." I felt Mikey sit next to me and start to rub my back. "You have to ask yourself this though; Who do you love the most? Who do you really wanna be with?"

I didn't even have to think about it. I knew who I loved and who I wanted and needed to be with. "Bob," I whispered.

"Well, there you go. There's your answer." He placed both his hands on each side of my face and gently lifted my head up so that we were at eye level. "You tell him. And he will tell you that he loves you back. I know he will. I can see it in his eyes whenever he looks at you. Tell him."

I sighed and nodded. "Okay. But, then you have to tell Gerard that you love him."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You evil, evil little man."

I nodded. "Yeah I know. But if I have to tell Bob, then you have to tell Gee. It's only fair."

He let out a groan then nodded. "Okay. I'll tell Gee."

"You better," I grumbled, getting up from my position on the floor.

"Yeah, and you better tell Bob," he said, getting up from the floor also.

"I will."

He took one last look at my bag before he left and said, "Those clothes in there are going to make Bob drool."

I looked in my bag and found the tightest Misfits shirt I owned plus my torn to shreds skinny's and my pink belt. Damn he's good. I'll change into this stuff after I've had my shower.

I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder as I made my way to the living area and over to Bob. "Hey," I whispered once I got close enough.

He smiled. "Hey Frankie."

"I just got Mikey to promise me that he was going to tell Gerard tonight as well. That way if one of them chickens out the other will still do it."

"Frankie that's amazing. How'd you do it?" he asked, squeezing my shoulder lightly but affectionatly.

I was about to make something up when Gerard came over. "I'll tell you later," I whispered. "Hey Gee."

"Hey guys. So are you two gonna be rooming together?" he asked, nodding at both me and Bob.

"Yep. And you're gonna be with Mikey, of course. So I guess that leaves Ray and Matt," I said looking over at Ray. He looked very pissed off.

"He doesn't look to happy," Bob said, looking at Ray also.

"He hates getting stuck with Matt. It annoys the hell out of him," Gerard explained, looking very sympathetic.

Then, the bus door opened and Bert stepped inside. "Hey guys. You all ready to go?"

There was a chorus of "yep's" all around and we all picked up our bags to leave.

"Oh wait. Um, I have a spare bed in my room. Anyone wanna room with me?" Bert asked, looking around the room.

"Me! I'll take it," Ray exclaimed.

We all laughed at his enthusiasm. He really hated rooming with Matt.

"Well Matt, guess you're rooming by yourself," Gerard said, laughing.

Matt shrugged. "Just means I get the mini bar all to myself."

I shook my head in disbeliefe and walked off the bus, Bob following close behind me.

As we got into the lobby and Bert was handing out room keys, I felt someone grab my arm and pull me off towards the side.

"Mikey? What the hell?"

"I can't do it Frankie. I just can't do it," Mikey said, his eyes wide with worry and he was bitting his nails. A habbit he only does when he's really scared.

"Yes you can. I know you can. It'll all be okay," I reassured him, taking his hand away from his mouth.

"No. I can't live with the rejection. I don't even think I can be in the same room with him. Can you room with me? Please?"

I searched his eyes and sighed. I had to get those two together. I looked over at Bob and saw that he was talking with Gerard and that Gerard was in almost the same state as Mikey and I got an idea.

I turned back to Mikey and nodded. "Okay. I'll room with you tonight. Can I have the key?"

He nodded and searched in his pocket for the room key and placed it in my hand. "Thank you, Frankie."

"You owe me."

He nodded.

I looked back over at Bob and Gerard and saw that Gerard was now pacing back and forth in front of the elevator and Bob was shaking his head. He looked up at me and I nodded my head upwards and mouthed, "Upstairs".

He got my idea right away and nodded. He grabbed Gerard by the arm and whispered something to him.

I grabbed Mikey and brought him over to the elevator as Bob pushed the button and the doors opened. I pulled Mikey into the elevator and Bob did the same with Gerard.

While we were in the elevator, neither Gerard or Mikey would look at each other. Mikey was bitting his nails and Gerard was picking at his nails.

The Way brothers freak out the same damn way, I thought rubbing my face.

I looked over at Bob and he was looking at me with worry in his eyes, asking me if I was okay. I sighed and nodded, just wanting to get out of this elevator. Way too much tension.

The door opened up on the forth floor and we got out taking a right turn and heading towards Gerard and Mikey's room. I pulled the key out of my pocket and placed it into the lock, opening the door as the light turned green.

I handed the key to Mikey and let him walk in first. "Okay guys, see you tomorrow," I said.

I saw Bob brace himself and I moved out of the way as he pushed Gerard into the room and I huridly shut the door and pulled on it so they couldn't get out. Bob came to my side and helped me keep it closed.

"Frank! Let me out of here!" Mikey yelled.

"No!" I yelled back. "Not until you tell him."

"Bob please! I can't do this! I can't!" Gerard called out, banging his fist on the door.

"Yes you can, Gerard! Nothing bad will happen! You're just phsycing yourself out!"

"No I'm not! I can't do it!"

"God damn it Gerard, just tell him!" I screamed.

"Fine!"

The pounding stopped and I heard the weight of a body being slammed against the door. The sound of it made me jump and Bob pulled me into his arms.

"Mikey, I'm so sorry for this. Please don't hate me."

Then we heard nothing but silence for a few seconds and then the sound of a kiss ending.

"Oh God. What have I done? Mikey, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! Please, don't-"

Then another few seconds of silence and another kiss ending. I heard the whispered name of Mikey.

"Tell me you love me, Gerard."

Mikey's voice. He kissed him back?

"Tell Me! Tell me you love me! Tell me that you want to hold and kiss me forever and never let me go." He sounded like he was crying.

"I love you, Mikey. I always have. I need you. I need you in my arms all the time. I always wanna kiss you and hold you and never ever let you go. You're my everything."

I heard Mikey let out a choked sob. "I love you, Gerard. So fucking much." Then a few more kisses and then I had to leave, I was gonna start crying.

Bob led me to our room and opened up the door, letting me go sit on the bed.

I burried my face in my hands and started crying. I felt Bob sit down next to me and he pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me and rocking me.

"Shhhh. Why are you crying, Frankie?" he asked, stroking my hair.

"It's finally done. Th-they told eachother. I've been waiting for this day for two years, Bob. And I'm so fucking happy," I chocked out. They were so amazing together.

"You're a great friend to do this for them, Frankie. I'm very proud of you," he whispered, giving my forehead a soft, lingering kiss.

I lifted my head and stared into his gorgeous blue eyes. "I couldn't have done it with out your help, Bobby."

He blushed when I called him that and I couldn't help but smile. I leaned forward and gave him a soft, quick peck on the lips. And that small amount of contact sent a jolt all through my body.

I raised a hand to wipe the tears off my face, but Bob grabbed my hand lightly and pulled it away from my face, replacing it with his own. His hand cupped my face, his thumb stroking my cheek.

My eyes searched his for any sign of doubt and I could find none. I raised my arms to circle his neck as he pulled me closer and dipped his head, bringing our lips together in a gentle kiss. My eyes closed as I relished in the feeling of Bob's lips on mine, sending chills throught my body. But, all too quickly, the kiss ended.

I opened my eyes to find him smilling softly at me, his thumb still stroking my cheek.

"I....I love you Frankie," he whispered.

"Do you really mean that?" I asked in a small voice.

He brought one of my hands around to lay on his chest, right above his heart. It was beating so fast.

"With all my heart. That's what you do to it whenever you look at me. I know you're married and I shouldn't have kissed you, but I can't help myself around you, Frankie. I love you so much. You're my everything," he said giving me another small kiss.

"I love you too, Bobby. So very, very much. I was so afraid you wouldn't love me back. And I don't care if I'm married. You're the one I want to be with. You and only you. I love you, Bobby," I whispered, still not able to find my voice.

"And I love you, Kie."

"Kie?" I asked.

He smiled. "The last three letters in Frankie. You're the key to my heart. Just spelled K-I-E instead of K-E-Y."

I laughed. "I like that. And I hope you don't mind that I called you Bobby. It just seemed to fit."

He shook his head. "No. I don't mind it. I usualy hate when people call me Bobby, but, from you, it sounds right."

I blushed, feeling relieved that I made him happy.

"You're so gorgeous, Kie baby."

I took his hands in mine and kissed them both, nuzzling my face against them.

His hand tightened on my left hand and lifted it up, his eyes going to my wedding ring again. "I'm so sorry, Frankie. I-I shouldn't have kissed you. Oh God, what did I do?" He hung his head in shame.

"Bobby." I gently lifted his head so he was looking at me and I raised my hand. I slid my ring off my finger and placed it on the bed side table. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid my fingers in his hair. "I love YOU, Bobby. Kiss me."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed our lips together, making the kiss just a bit stronger, but still gentle. Our lips moved in perfect syncronization, and soon, I felt his tongue run along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I granted him access and instantly his tongue was inside my mouth, hitting all the right places and making me moan so loud.

He moved his lips away from mine, making me whine in protest, until he started kissing along my neck. I moved my head to the side to give him more room as he found my pulse and started lightly sucking on it.

"Bobby," I moaned, gently pulling on his hair. I could feel my erection throbing in my jeans and I knew his was throbing just as hard.

He kissed his way up my neck and licked the shell of my ear, taking my earlob into his mouth. My back arched and I threw my head back, moaning loudly. That was my weakest spot.

Bob leaned forward slightly and gently laid me on the bed, running his hand lightly under my shirt, over my stomach. He pulled away slightly and searched my eyes, asking if I was okay with this.

I nodded and he slid my shirt over my head, running his hands all over my torso and back. "You're beautiful," he whispered, giving me a soft kiss.

I slid my hands under his shirt and lifted it up, over his head, taking in every aspect of his body. "You're the beautiful one, baby. So damn beautiful." I leaned up and kissed him again, gently racking my nails down his back.

He moaned loudly into my mouth and I took the oppertunity to slip my tongue into his mouth, massaging his talented tongue.

I gasped when I felt his fingers trail lightly over one of my nipples, throwing my head back and biting my lip. God, this felt so good.

He kissed and licked his way down my chest till his mouth was right over my nipple. He gently blew on it, causing me to groan. Then, he took it in his mouth and swirled his tongue, causing me to arch my back so high that our erections rubbed together for a split second. He tore his mouth away from my nipple and gasped at the feeling, his eyes going to mine.

I took his face in my hands and gently pulled him towards me, kissing him with every ounce of love and passion I had in my body. "Make love to me, Bobby. Please," I whispered when we pulled apart, resting my forehead against his.

"Are you sure, Frankie? I don't want to hurt you," he whispered back, stroking my face.

"You won't. I trust you."

He stared into my eyes for a long time and I could see the battle going on in his mind. Eventually, he nodded and started kissing me again while his hands went to my belt buckle and slowly undid it, sliding it out of my belt loops.

We kissed gently as we slowly undressed each other, taking our time and not rushing it, running our hands over every bit of exposed skin we could.

He pulled away slightly and gave me another small kiss. "I'm sorry, Frankie," he whispered, "I-I don't have anything."

I nodded. "It's okay baby." I pulled his hand to my mouth and slid two of his fingers inside, running my tongue all over them to coat them. I looked up at Bob and saw that he was bitting his lip hard and letting out soft moans. I smirked to myself and bit down lightly on one of his fingers, causing him gasp and tare his fingers out of my mouth. He glared at me and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Tease," he grumbled.

"I'm sorry baby," I laughed.

He growled low in his throat and pushed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue in my mouth, making me groan with want and need. He brought his hand down to my entrance and slowly circled it, gently pushing one finger inside. I squirmed at the intrusion, but he just kept kissing me, trying to distract me from the pain. He kissed me soflty and slid his finger in and out, soon adding another one.

I cried out as he pushed in the second digit, pain going through my lower half.

"Shhhhh," he soothed me. "It'll get better soon Kie, I promise."

I nodded and he continued stretching me, scissoring his fingers every now and then to loosen me up. He pushed his fingers in farther and brushed against something inside me that made me see stars. I arched my back and moaned loudly. "Again, Bobby," I begged. I wanted to feel that again.

He pushed his fingers in deep again and brushed against that spot, making me groan. He kept his fingers there, just stroking that spot, making me writh with anticapation. I knew I was close and if he didn't stop I would come.

"Bobby, I'm so close," I moaned, arching my back as he hit that spot again.

He gently pulled his fingers out, making me whine in protest. He spit in his hand and rubbed it along his cock, lubbing himself up as he positioned himself at my entrance.

"Are you sure about this, Kie?" he asked, concern flooding his eyes.

I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him gently. "Yes Bobby, I am. I love you."

"I love you too." He dipped his head and kissed me while pushing himself in.

I cried out in pain, but he kept kissing me, quieting my cries. Soon, he was fully sheathed inside me and didn't move.

"Are you okay?" he asked, rubbing my abdomin.

I nodded and let out a shakey breath. "Yeah. Go ahead, baby."

He slowly slid out, making me hiss, and slid back in. I bit my lip to keep quiet until, after a few more thrusts, it statred to feel good. I let out a sigh and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. I started moaning as he went deeper and deeper, finaly hitting that spot again. I threw my head back and let out a cry of pleasure. He stopped and looked at me with concern.

"Oh God, Frankie are you okay?"

"Oh hell yeah. Baby, keep going," I begged, moving my hips around to get him to move again.

He nodded and kept going, hitting that spot again and again. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, so I was sitting up with him. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and the other I put behind myself to make sure I didn't fall over. He kept thrusting into me slowly, making love to me and being the closest we could possily be.

He rested his forehead against mine and kissed me gently. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

He closed his eyes and moaned softly as I started moving along with his thrusts, making him go deeper and deeper each time.

I could feel myself getting close again and I knew he was close too. "Bobby," I whispered. "Touch me."

He wrapped his hand around my cock and pumped it in time with his thrusts, bringing me intense pleasure. I moaned loudly, feeling the burning sensation in my gut. I moaned louder as I felt my orgasam reach it's peak and I threw my head back and practicly screamed Bob's name as I came all over his hand and my stomache. He rested his head on my shoulder and cried out, "Frankie!" as I felt his seed coat my insides. He kept moving, riding out both our orgasims until he eventually stopped and pulled out, laying my tired body gently on the bed and laying down next to me, wrapping the blanket around us both.

He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead as I tried to regain my breath. I looked over at him and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said and kissed me gently. "You're very loud, you know that?"

I laughed and I knew I was blushing. "Actually, I'm usualy not. It's only you that makes me do that."

He laughed as well. "Well, it was very sexy. I loved it. I didn't hurt you did I?"

I shook my head. "No, Bobby. I'm fine. You were amazing."

He smilled and kissed me again. "YOU were amazing. Come here." He pulled me to him and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. "Get some sleep, Frankie. I love you."

"I love you too," I yawned, and within minutes, I was sleeping.