Peacock.

Gerard Way was in his dressing room, his iPod earphones in, his pre-show playlist on shuffle. He strutted up to the mirror and his eyes visibly lit up in excitement as one of his all time favourite songs invaded his ears. His lips parted as he clasped his hands together, his adrenaline at an all time high.

Frank Iero was sat on the ratty sofa, his eyes scanning over the page of an already-read-a-million-times book he'd owned since he was a teenager, barely looking up at the frontman as he strutted around, one hand on his hip, feather boa wrapped loosely around his slender neck, the pre-show ritual not rousing him from his thoughts.

Gerard was indeed strutting around, his fingers extended as he ruffled the feathers of his bright pink boa, and he couldn't help but start to sing along with Katy's vocals.

"I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock. Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock. I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock. Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock." Gerard shook his hips, a playful grin on his lips as he twirled for the mirror, getting into his role that in less than half an hour a few thousand fans would also get to see.

Frank froze for a moment, his eyes flicking, for the first time, up towards the vocalist, his eyebrow raised in amusement, the tip of his tongue sticking out slightly without him realizing.

"Word on the street, you got something to show me. Magical, colorful, Mr. Mystery. I'm intrigued for a peek, heard it's fascinating. C'mon, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath." Gerard then twirled again, this time away from the mirror, not even realizing that he was propelling himself towards the shorter rhythm guitarist, who was now sitting up straighter, just watching the artist for a moment.

"Words up your sleeve, such a tease, wanna see the show. In 3D, a movie, heard it's beautiful. Be the judge and my girls gonna take a vote. C'mon, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath." For the first time in the amount of time that both men had been in the room, their eyes met, a slight blush on Gerard's cheeks, only just realizing that Frank had been in the room the whole time, his eyes now carefully trained on the older man's face, a slight smirk on his lip ring adorned lips.

"I want the jaw dropping eye popping, head turning, body shocking. Oh, ay, oh, oh, oh, ay, oh. I want my heart throbbing, ground shaking, show stopping amazing. Oh, ay, oh, oh, oh, ay, oh." Gerard's voice had become quieter slightly and Frank noticed this, his smirk turning into a slight frown, wondering why Gerard seemed to be nervous. He'd performed in front of audiences bigger than they'd ever imagined and he only rarely got stage fright now, so why was Gerard biting his lip and blushing even more than before?

"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? Don't be a chicken, boy, stop acting like a beeotch. I'ma peace out if you don't give me the payoff. C'mon, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath." Frank stood up in one swift motion and moved closer towards Gerard, who danced away from the younger man, a playful glint in his eyes again. Frank smirked, dancing after him and Gerard laughed softly, taking Frank's hand in his own on impulse.

"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off. Don't be a shy kinda guy, I'll bet it's beautiful. C'mon, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath." Frank sang along this time, quietly at first, his hand squeezing Gerard's slightly, moving closer against him, before singing louder, Gerard's voice getting quieter until only Frank's could be heard.

"Peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock. Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock. I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock. Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, I wanna see your-" Frank continued singing, not noticing how they were just standing there. He was too distracted by the way Gerard's body was pressed against his own, and he arched back against the man who'd caught his eye since before the beginning. He leaned up, his lips barely grazing Gerard's and the vocalist moved his hand up along Frank's spine, his breath hitching in the back of his throat.

"Skip the talk, heard it all, time to walk the walk. Make me off, if you bad, show me who's the boss Need some goose, take it loose, come on take a shot. C'mon, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath." Gerard moved his hands to Frank's chest, his fingers running along the pale skin, causing the shorter man to shiver, his hips rolling against Gerard's of their own accord, as did Gerard's.

"I want the jaw dropping eye popping, head turning, body shocking. Oh, ay, oh, oh, oh, ay, oh. I want my heart throbbing, ground shaking, show stopping amazing. Oh, ay, oh, oh, oh, ay, oh." Gerard literally panted the last words, grinding up against his fellow musician, and he told himself that it was just for practice of their stage antics, and so did Frank. But they both knew, deep down, it was something more than that. The words of the song stirred something in them both, they just didn't want to admit it in fear of it being laughed off, or worse, rejection.

"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? Don't be a chicken, boy, stop acting like a beeotch. I'ma peace out if you don't give me the payoff. Come on, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath." Gerard moved his lips along Frank's jawline, nipping and sucking lightly, his hands on the guitarist's hips, his fingers pinching the skin there, causing Frank to almost squeak, a blush covering his cheeks.

"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off. Don't be a shy kinda guy, I'll bet it's beautiful. C'mon, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath." Gerard's lips moved along, teasingly and torturingly slow, Frank's breath coming out in a heated rush of 'nnnngh, Gerard!' as Gerard's tongue ran over his scorpion tattoo, one of his major weak spots, his legs trembling slightly, his arms wrapped around Gerard's waist to help keep his balance.

"I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock. Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock." Gerard whispered in Frank's ear, a smirk playing on his lips and Frank muttered out a 'yes' by accident, causing the vocalist to smirk wider.

One of Gerard's earphones had fallen out by now and Frank could hear Katy Perry as clear as day.

Oh my God, no exaggeration. Boy, all this time was worth the waiting. I just shed a tear. I am so unprepared. You've got the finest architecture. End of the rainbow looking treasure. Such a sight to see. And it's all for me. Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? Don't be a chicken, boy, stop acting like a beeotch. I'ma peace out if you don't give me the payoff. C'mon, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath.

Gerard had managed to push Frank up against the door, his knee gently massaging against his crotch lightly. Frank mewled out a pleading 'b-babe' causing them to freeze, Frank's face now as flushed as it could possibly be, and Gerard's eyes wide.

Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off. Don't be a shy kinda guy, I'll bet it's beautiful. C'mon, baby, let me see.

"C'mon, guys, it's time to set up!" They both flinched, flying away from each other, at the sound of Ray Toro's voice through the door and they mumbled awkward apologies before making their way through the door, both sets of cheeks flamed.

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock. Wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock. I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock. Wanna see your- c'mon, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath.