Birthday fic for Cee
Nov. 26th, 2008 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizhanneTitle: Birthday fic for Cee, still untitled
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
anne_elliot
Pairing: Bob/Ray, Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG13
Notes: Short and silly, but written with love for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zephyrina. Huge thanks to un_related for the beta and pettymoth for the loving cheerleading, as always.
"Good morning." Ray smiled, still half asleep, and turned on his side, curling up against Bob's warm body.
"Mmmm, good morning. Is it really time to get up already?"
Strangely, instead of Bob relaxing against him, as usual, he felt him tense up. Even stranger was the fact that instead of poking him to wake him up completely, as usual, Bob just patted him awkwardly on his shoulder and told him to go back to sleep. "It's still early. I'm going up and get some coffee going, you sleep some more."
Sometime later, he was woken up by Frank screaming.
When he jumped up and ran to join the others, Frank was yelling like a banshee to Gerard to never dare do that again, and what the fuck did he think he was doing, and what the hell was he doing in his bed, anyway? Bob clung to Gerard as if his life depended on it, screening him with his body at the same time.
Ray wondered is the world had turned upside down while he slept, or if he simply was still dreaming.
"What's all the shouting about?" a very pissed Mikey joined them, scrubbing his eyes under his glasses, hair completely mad. "Also, what the fuck is Bob doing to my brother?"
"I'm not even touching him! He was the one touching me when I woke up!" Frank screamed.
Suddenly, Bob looked at Gerard with a horrified expression, Gerard jumped away from him like someone had electrocuted him, and Frank looked pleadingly at Ray, begging him to make some sense out of the situation.
"Guys, I think I know what happened, even if fuck if I know how or why."
Frank -or more correctly, Bob, if Ray was right- stared at him, comprehension slowly dawning on his face. "Oh, shit."
*
"We have a gig later today, has anyone thought of that?"
"Don't worry, Ray, I can play Bob's drums just this time, no one is going to notice anything."
"Iero, you touch my drums and I'll kill you."
"Come on, Bob, you know it's the only way. Unless you have another idea, or you want to explain to people why you suddenly felt the need to play rhythm guitar instead of drums?"
Bob shook Frank's head, looking mutinous, but it was clear he had no better ideas. Ray never thought he'd live to see the day when Frank Iero would be the (Bob's) voice of reason.
"Has anyone called Brian yet?" Ray asked, holding his head to avoid bashing it against the nearest available hard surface.
"I did," Mikey replied. "I think he's a bit busy trying to kill himself right now, but he'll get back to us later. I told him not to worry, we can totally handle this."
"Great. That's just great."
*
"It was a disaster. A complete disaster. Frank, you suck as a drummer. And no, you can't jump from the drumkit to hump Gerard! And Bob, you-"
It was impressive, the way Bob managed to look murderous even in Frank's body.
"...you were great, really. Couldn't have played better."
"Good boy, Toro. You might even get sex again within the year."
"Guys!" "My ears!" and "My god, that's weird" came simultaneously from the others, and even if it wasn't Bob's face or Bob's eyes, Ray recognized the look of quiet amusement they so often shared.
"You know what, let's just all go to bed and hope things get back to normal tomorrow," Gerard said, gulping coffee like it would actually help him sleep.
"Actually, about that..." Ray started cautiously "Wouldn't it be better if we slept like we did last night? I mean, recreating the original conditions might help."
Everyone looked with sudden fascination at the floor, and it was Mikey who finally broke the silence with an exasperated sigh. "Come on, guys, it makes sense. It can't hurt. Just... Try not to unconsciously jump each other while you sleep, okay? Because that would be weird."
"Thank you for the mental image of me having sex with your brother, Way. Any chances I had of sleeping tonight are all gone, now." Bob said, shivering (and Ray really, really hoped it was the last time he had to hear him talk in Frank's voice), while Gerard yelled "No one is having sex with anyone, okay? No one!" with a nervous look at Frank-Bob-whatever. This was confusing, and Ray was tired.
"Come on, let's just go to sleep. And Iero, touch me and you're dead."
*
"Good morning." Ray cracked an eye open, cautiously.
"...Frank?"
The whack on his head was familiar enough, but one can never be too sure.
"No, you idiot. It's me. Me me, this time."
"Oh. Good." Ray threw his arm around Bob's waist, definitely not cuddling. "Can we sleep some more? Yesterday was exhausting."
"You're such a lazy ass, Toro," Bob replied, but his voice was muffled by the kiss he was pushing against Ray's hair, so he guessed it was alright.
"Yeah, and you love that."
Author:
anne_elliotPairing: Bob/Ray, Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG13
Notes: Short and silly, but written with love for
zephyrina. Huge thanks to un_related for the beta and pettymoth for the loving cheerleading, as always."Good morning." Ray smiled, still half asleep, and turned on his side, curling up against Bob's warm body.
"Mmmm, good morning. Is it really time to get up already?"
Strangely, instead of Bob relaxing against him, as usual, he felt him tense up. Even stranger was the fact that instead of poking him to wake him up completely, as usual, Bob just patted him awkwardly on his shoulder and told him to go back to sleep. "It's still early. I'm going up and get some coffee going, you sleep some more."
Sometime later, he was woken up by Frank screaming.
When he jumped up and ran to join the others, Frank was yelling like a banshee to Gerard to never dare do that again, and what the fuck did he think he was doing, and what the hell was he doing in his bed, anyway? Bob clung to Gerard as if his life depended on it, screening him with his body at the same time.
Ray wondered is the world had turned upside down while he slept, or if he simply was still dreaming.
"What's all the shouting about?" a very pissed Mikey joined them, scrubbing his eyes under his glasses, hair completely mad. "Also, what the fuck is Bob doing to my brother?"
"I'm not even touching him! He was the one touching me when I woke up!" Frank screamed.
Suddenly, Bob looked at Gerard with a horrified expression, Gerard jumped away from him like someone had electrocuted him, and Frank looked pleadingly at Ray, begging him to make some sense out of the situation.
"Guys, I think I know what happened, even if fuck if I know how or why."
Frank -or more correctly, Bob, if Ray was right- stared at him, comprehension slowly dawning on his face. "Oh, shit."
*
"We have a gig later today, has anyone thought of that?"
"Don't worry, Ray, I can play Bob's drums just this time, no one is going to notice anything."
"Iero, you touch my drums and I'll kill you."
"Come on, Bob, you know it's the only way. Unless you have another idea, or you want to explain to people why you suddenly felt the need to play rhythm guitar instead of drums?"
Bob shook Frank's head, looking mutinous, but it was clear he had no better ideas. Ray never thought he'd live to see the day when Frank Iero would be the (Bob's) voice of reason.
"Has anyone called Brian yet?" Ray asked, holding his head to avoid bashing it against the nearest available hard surface.
"I did," Mikey replied. "I think he's a bit busy trying to kill himself right now, but he'll get back to us later. I told him not to worry, we can totally handle this."
"Great. That's just great."
*
"It was a disaster. A complete disaster. Frank, you suck as a drummer. And no, you can't jump from the drumkit to hump Gerard! And Bob, you-"
It was impressive, the way Bob managed to look murderous even in Frank's body.
"...you were great, really. Couldn't have played better."
"Good boy, Toro. You might even get sex again within the year."
"Guys!" "My ears!" and "My god, that's weird" came simultaneously from the others, and even if it wasn't Bob's face or Bob's eyes, Ray recognized the look of quiet amusement they so often shared.
"You know what, let's just all go to bed and hope things get back to normal tomorrow," Gerard said, gulping coffee like it would actually help him sleep.
"Actually, about that..." Ray started cautiously "Wouldn't it be better if we slept like we did last night? I mean, recreating the original conditions might help."
Everyone looked with sudden fascination at the floor, and it was Mikey who finally broke the silence with an exasperated sigh. "Come on, guys, it makes sense. It can't hurt. Just... Try not to unconsciously jump each other while you sleep, okay? Because that would be weird."
"Thank you for the mental image of me having sex with your brother, Way. Any chances I had of sleeping tonight are all gone, now." Bob said, shivering (and Ray really, really hoped it was the last time he had to hear him talk in Frank's voice), while Gerard yelled "No one is having sex with anyone, okay? No one!" with a nervous look at Frank-Bob-whatever. This was confusing, and Ray was tired.
"Come on, let's just go to sleep. And Iero, touch me and you're dead."
*
"Good morning." Ray cracked an eye open, cautiously.
"...Frank?"
The whack on his head was familiar enough, but one can never be too sure.
"No, you idiot. It's me. Me me, this time."
"Oh. Good." Ray threw his arm around Bob's waist, definitely not cuddling. "Can we sleep some more? Yesterday was exhausting."
"You're such a lazy ass, Toro," Bob replied, but his voice was muffled by the kiss he was pushing against Ray's hair, so he guessed it was alright.
"Yeah, and you love that."
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