nameless frank/adam

huh. its a slashy smut few-shot with adam [of Taking Back Sunday] and frank...with no name...

so warnings of gay sex and swearing, and [dun dun duuun!!!] possibly tense errors, but i think that's it.

i originally posted it on the rmy under the name 'follow'.

not quite sure if this is where it's meant to be...

still, enjoy...

Adam’s watching his new friend Frank from the stage side.
It’s fucking wrong for him to get off on this, he knows, but his onstage antics with his bandmates are just...
He wishes it would be just Frank and him, that the walls are close and they’re alone, and the air is sultry and thick and ripe with Frank‘s seduction.
He finds his way into a bathroom as the last chords ring out over a sea of fans, hurrying away before My Chemical Romance leave the stage.
And he lets his imagination wander into the realms he hides from humanity, sitting on the toilet and letting his head fall into his hands, only taking a few seconds before his frantic breathing begins to slow and one hand slithers down to his leather belt, slipping down inside his boxers, a slow, half-teasing movement as his other hand undoes the buckle and his swollen lips fall open while his eyes stay shut.
Adam can’t resist himself.
He’s teasing himself, stroking gently and gasping quietly only to pull his hand away when a knock rings through the door.

He freezes, a rabbit in the headlights for a second before he finds his voice again.
“Wh-who is it?” He whimpers.
“Adam? It-it‘s Frank...are you gonna...take long? I uh, I really gotta piss, and someone blocked the other toilet again…”
Adam gulps and stands, buckling his jeans. Goodbye, Mr. Boner.
“Uhh...no...”
He walks over to the door slightly shakily, opening it and having Frank fall on him.
“Whoah. Watch it dude.” Adam mutters, unable to look at Frank’s face for fear of what it would do to him as he tries to push Frank off himself.
But Frank holds onto him, burying his nose into Adam's hoodie and squeezing gently.
“Frank?” Adam keened.
Frank relinquishes his grip and pushes past Adam, muttering a shaky apology.
“No! Wait...Frank...Frankie...tell me what’s wrong.”
Adam’s hand grips Frank’s bicep tight, pinning him against the doorway.
“No...” Frank whispers, closing his eyes to avoid the proximity of his body to Adam’s.
“Yes…” Adam insists, sliding his arms around Frank and pulling him closer.
Frank’s hands fly up to Adam’s chest, his fingers curling against the fabric of the taller man’s hoodie and his breath just slowing a little.
Frank pulls his face away from Adam’s chest to look him in the eye, leaning up to lay a faltering kiss on his lips.
Frank is sweeter then Adam ever anticipated, and when Frank pulls away, beginning to mutter a ‘That’s what’s wrong…’ Adam leans down and kisses him back, his hands moving from Frank’s back to the wall either side of him, pinning the tiny, sweaty guitarist against the wall.
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Frank’s hands slip up Adam’s chest to curl around his neck, keeping him close as Frank bites Adam’s bottom lip and Adam lets him in.
A faint moan passes between their lips as Frank moves himself against Adam a little, his body reacting fully to having someone else so close, Adam tearing his lips away from Frank’s to touch the end of his nose and his cheek and his temple before Adam turns and takes a few paces out into the open of the stage side, away from the grungy walls of the small toilet.
He utters a quiet instruction to Frank to follow and heads off towards the Taking Back Sunday bus.
Frank obediently trails close behind Adam, catching his hand and yanking him back into a kiss, perplexed and too horny to care about people seeing...just needing to feel his body close to Adam’s again.
The kiss doesn’t last long, more just a collision of their lips, a silent message to hurry the fuck up and get wherever they’re going, because Frank needs him now.


and i just found this lurking on my photobucket...