boredom = surprise ficlets!
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schmericaSo earlier this evening I was massively bored, and so I offered to write really tiny short ficlets for anyone who wanted to give me . Some of them are better than others (this is my first time writing the Cab, and I don't know their voices yet at all, sadly) but I figured I would share them all. Enjoy!
*****
"We can't get a kitten," Ray said. "You're allergic."
But Gerard could still see the way he was eyeing the basket in the corner, like it was taking all his strength to not go over there and cuddle with it, right now.
"He needs us," Gerard said stubbornly. "He can live over at Mikey and Alicia's, but he'll still be ours. We can go visit him."
Ray bit his lip. "Is this just because I said we weren't ready for a baby yet?"
*****
The thing about Alex is that he could sleep through almost anything, including a moving van, loud conversations, and even louder music. Cash had taken it upon himself to be the one in charge for waking him up. His methods ranged from poking him in the stomach to pinching his nostrils to just sitting on him.
His pillow, though, meant that Alex was never without a source of retaliation.
*****
Their first tour in the UK was the first time any of them had ever been outside North America, and it was kind of stupid how excited they all were. They went around like tourists seeing all the sights. It was awesome, and kind of overwhelming, and there was a moment after they finished with the Tower of London when Ian had to just stop for a minute, right in the middle of the sidewalk and look around.
"Jeez," Ian said out loud.
Cash turned to look at him, grinning. "Fuckin' A, man," he said, and he reached out and clasped Ian around the shoulders, giving him a quick, tight hug. "We're worldwide!"
*****
"I got you something," Frank said, plopping himself in the seat next to where Ray was sitting in the van.
Ray yawned. "Oh, yeah?"
Frank threw the little plastic bag into his lap. "Happy half-birthday, Toro."
"It's not my half-birthday," Ray said. He sat up a little straighter in interest and opened the bag.
"Almost. Besides, I felt bad about us leaving you at the rest stop yesterday."
"Dude," Ray said. "Did you just buy me a coloring book and a pack of crayons?"
"The big pack of crayons!" Frank said. "I made Mikey walk over with me to the Target on the other side of the parking lot."
Ray's eyes were wide, flipping through the coloring book. There were a lot of beach scenes, and some of, like, families in parks flying kites and shit, and even some flower gardens. Frank had thought he'd like this one better than the Barbie Princess one, even if the Barbie Princess one was a little thicker.
"It's awesome!" Ray said. He looked back up at Frank and beamed. Frank smiled back, feeling warm all over.
*****
"No," Bob said.
Frank let out a pissed-sounding huff. "For fuck's sake, Bryar, we've been together for a year. I think we can risk it."
"Seriously, are you just going to whine at me until I give in? I'm not a teenage girl."
"Come on," Frank said. He poked Bob in the chest. "Fuck me. I'll even say please. Bob!"
"Tomorrow. When we have condoms."
"I hate you," Frank said. "I really, really hate you."
Bob kissed him and said, "Don't be a baby. I'll still jerk you off, okay?"
"I guess," Frank said, but he was kissing back even harder and already pushing his dick into Bob's leg.
*****
Mikey Way was sitting on the couch when Frank got back from the store. They exchanged brief heys, and Frank continued on to the kitchen to put away the ice cream before it melted, and to leave the new bag of coffee in a central location where even Gerard couldn't possibly miss it and freak out.
He came back into the living room and sat down next to Mikey, who didn't look up from his phone.
"What's up?" said Mikey. "How's the connubial bliss?"
Frank let his head fall against the back of the couch. "If your brother leaves his filthy fucking socks on the bathroom floor one more time, I am going to gag him with them."
That did make Mikey look up. "Uh," he said, "you know how happy I am for you guys and everything, but I really don't want to know any details about your kinks."
Frank shoved at him half-heartedly. "It's not a sex thing, you freak. It's a Gerard is completely disgusting thing."
"Whatever," Mikey said. He shrugged. "You knew that already. You moved in with him anyway."
"It's not my fault I'm completely fucking in love with the guy." Frank scowled.
"Relationships are about compromises, Frank," said Mikey. It was annoying how zen he sounded.
"I hate when you get all smug about married shit."
"Someday you too will learn the way," Mikey intoned in a deep voice. Frank shoved him again, harder this time, while he laughed.
*****
They'd had it built for the kids when they were younger, but these days it was Pete who used it most often. Most nights when Patrick woke up alone in the middle of the night, he'd find Pete sitting in the living room, watching DVDs in the dark. Some nights, though, he had to venture to the back yard to find him.
He stopped at the bottom of the tree and called Pete's name up quietly. There weren't really neighbors to worry about -- they had built on a pretty big tract of land -- but something about being outside at 3 am made him want to whisper.
"Go away," Pete's voice came down. "This is my secret clubhouse. No one gets in without the password."
Patrick rolled his eyes. "It's me, you idiot."
Pete's face appeared suddenly at the entrance, beaming down. "Patrick! Come up!"
"I'm not climbing that ladder in the dark, dude. You come down here."
Pete grumbled, but he descended anyway.
Later, when they were in bed, curled up together, it occurred to Patrick to ask. "What do you like about it up there, anyway?"
"Hmmm," Pete said. He leaned his head back against Patrick's shoulder. "I don't know. It's peaceful there. And quiet. I don't know, I go up there and it's like time stops, you know? Like I can pause everything right here and nothing has to change."
Patrick was quiet for a minute, and then he said, "You're a dumbass."
Pete laughed.
"No, seriously. Haven't you noticed, Pete? Things keep changing for us for the better." He tightened his arms around Pete.
"It's okay," Pete said. "This is pretty peaceful, too."
*****
"We can't get a kitten," Ray said. "You're allergic."
But Gerard could still see the way he was eyeing the basket in the corner, like it was taking all his strength to not go over there and cuddle with it, right now.
"He needs us," Gerard said stubbornly. "He can live over at Mikey and Alicia's, but he'll still be ours. We can go visit him."
Ray bit his lip. "Is this just because I said we weren't ready for a baby yet?"
*****
The thing about Alex is that he could sleep through almost anything, including a moving van, loud conversations, and even louder music. Cash had taken it upon himself to be the one in charge for waking him up. His methods ranged from poking him in the stomach to pinching his nostrils to just sitting on him.
His pillow, though, meant that Alex was never without a source of retaliation.
*****
Their first tour in the UK was the first time any of them had ever been outside North America, and it was kind of stupid how excited they all were. They went around like tourists seeing all the sights. It was awesome, and kind of overwhelming, and there was a moment after they finished with the Tower of London when Ian had to just stop for a minute, right in the middle of the sidewalk and look around.
"Jeez," Ian said out loud.
Cash turned to look at him, grinning. "Fuckin' A, man," he said, and he reached out and clasped Ian around the shoulders, giving him a quick, tight hug. "We're worldwide!"
*****
"I got you something," Frank said, plopping himself in the seat next to where Ray was sitting in the van.
Ray yawned. "Oh, yeah?"
Frank threw the little plastic bag into his lap. "Happy half-birthday, Toro."
"It's not my half-birthday," Ray said. He sat up a little straighter in interest and opened the bag.
"Almost. Besides, I felt bad about us leaving you at the rest stop yesterday."
"Dude," Ray said. "Did you just buy me a coloring book and a pack of crayons?"
"The big pack of crayons!" Frank said. "I made Mikey walk over with me to the Target on the other side of the parking lot."
Ray's eyes were wide, flipping through the coloring book. There were a lot of beach scenes, and some of, like, families in parks flying kites and shit, and even some flower gardens. Frank had thought he'd like this one better than the Barbie Princess one, even if the Barbie Princess one was a little thicker.
"It's awesome!" Ray said. He looked back up at Frank and beamed. Frank smiled back, feeling warm all over.
*****
"No," Bob said.
Frank let out a pissed-sounding huff. "For fuck's sake, Bryar, we've been together for a year. I think we can risk it."
"Seriously, are you just going to whine at me until I give in? I'm not a teenage girl."
"Come on," Frank said. He poked Bob in the chest. "Fuck me. I'll even say please. Bob!"
"Tomorrow. When we have condoms."
"I hate you," Frank said. "I really, really hate you."
Bob kissed him and said, "Don't be a baby. I'll still jerk you off, okay?"
"I guess," Frank said, but he was kissing back even harder and already pushing his dick into Bob's leg.
*****
Mikey Way was sitting on the couch when Frank got back from the store. They exchanged brief heys, and Frank continued on to the kitchen to put away the ice cream before it melted, and to leave the new bag of coffee in a central location where even Gerard couldn't possibly miss it and freak out.
He came back into the living room and sat down next to Mikey, who didn't look up from his phone.
"What's up?" said Mikey. "How's the connubial bliss?"
Frank let his head fall against the back of the couch. "If your brother leaves his filthy fucking socks on the bathroom floor one more time, I am going to gag him with them."
That did make Mikey look up. "Uh," he said, "you know how happy I am for you guys and everything, but I really don't want to know any details about your kinks."
Frank shoved at him half-heartedly. "It's not a sex thing, you freak. It's a Gerard is completely disgusting thing."
"Whatever," Mikey said. He shrugged. "You knew that already. You moved in with him anyway."
"It's not my fault I'm completely fucking in love with the guy." Frank scowled.
"Relationships are about compromises, Frank," said Mikey. It was annoying how zen he sounded.
"I hate when you get all smug about married shit."
"Someday you too will learn the way," Mikey intoned in a deep voice. Frank shoved him again, harder this time, while he laughed.
*****
They'd had it built for the kids when they were younger, but these days it was Pete who used it most often. Most nights when Patrick woke up alone in the middle of the night, he'd find Pete sitting in the living room, watching DVDs in the dark. Some nights, though, he had to venture to the back yard to find him.
He stopped at the bottom of the tree and called Pete's name up quietly. There weren't really neighbors to worry about -- they had built on a pretty big tract of land -- but something about being outside at 3 am made him want to whisper.
"Go away," Pete's voice came down. "This is my secret clubhouse. No one gets in without the password."
Patrick rolled his eyes. "It's me, you idiot."
Pete's face appeared suddenly at the entrance, beaming down. "Patrick! Come up!"
"I'm not climbing that ladder in the dark, dude. You come down here."
Pete grumbled, but he descended anyway.
Later, when they were in bed, curled up together, it occurred to Patrick to ask. "What do you like about it up there, anyway?"
"Hmmm," Pete said. He leaned his head back against Patrick's shoulder. "I don't know. It's peaceful there. And quiet. I don't know, I go up there and it's like time stops, you know? Like I can pause everything right here and nothing has to change."
Patrick was quiet for a minute, and then he said, "You're a dumbass."
Pete laughed.
"No, seriously. Haven't you noticed, Pete? Things keep changing for us for the better." He tightened his arms around Pete.
"It's okay," Pete said. "This is pretty peaceful, too."
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