The first time Gerard wrote FAGGOT on his neck, he did it because he was pissed off. The venue they were at had some kind of county fair going on and he and Brian had been walking around and checking things out. Most of the kids who would have recognized him were currently occupied with seeing the other bands or stalking the buses, so they could wander around relatively unmolested (though Worm insisted on hovering a few paces off) and hang out.
They'd been having a good day. They'd been playing those stupid fair games and Gerard was holding the pink stuffed bear he'd won earlier (he'd decided to send it to Mikey) while Brian shot at the revolving tin cowboys (he was kind of scarily good at it). He'd been standing there quietly (because, "You're distracting me, shut up asshole!"), minding his own business when a couple of dudes walked past him. One of them fake-coughed "fagot" into his fist. Gerard felt Worm draw nearer, but the bastards just kept walking. His mood soured and they went back to the bus soon after. Brian hadn't asked what had happened, and Gerard was grateful. He wasn't entirely sure why this time had pissed him off like this. It wasn't like he didn't get that sort of thing all the time.
So when he did his makeup that night, he wrote FAGGOT in big, bold letters across his neck. And if he pranced around the stage and wiggled his ass at the crowd a bit more than usual, nobody said anything. He did notice Frank trying to avoid looking at his neck more than usual, which really, was all he needed as far as mood boosting goes.
Despite his complete and total cowardice, Gerard wasn't above being as provocative as possible. Sometimes he wrote total nonsense on himself, just to guarantee that Frank's eyes would stay where the belonged: on him. And with Frank's eyes on him, he upped the ante; he dirty danced, he kissed, he petted, he told the whole world he sucked more cock than David Fucking Cassidy. And still, all Frank did was stare at his fucking neck.
The second time he wrote FAGGOT on his neck hadn't really been planned. The things he wrote were usually pretty deliberate. But this time, he'd just had a really great day hanging out with Frank on the bus drinking coffee and talking and he'd forgotten to think about it. So when he was getting ready for the show, putting on his black shirt, then the vest, then flipping up the collar and tying his tie, Gerard grinned at himself. He knew this was one of Frank's favorite looks. Frank had said as much one time when they'd been relaxed and happy and Gerard's fingers didn't want to tie the tie, so Frank had done it for him. With the collar turned back down over the tie and his jacket on over everything, the only thing missing was the right word. And Gerard wanted to send a very clear message tonight. So once again, he wrote FAGGOT on his neck and then went on with his usual pre-show routine.
And then they're playing and it's turning out to be a pretty great show and Gerard does this thing with the mike cord and his mouth and now Frank is totally avoiding him which Gerard is definitely counting as a win. And then Frankie turns his back and plays into the amp, Gerard almost grins so hard he can't sing and he stalks towards a completely oblivious Frank. Gerard drapes himself over Frank's back and sings into his ear, his breath ruffling Frankie's hair and he really does feel awake and completely unafraid now.
And suddenly the show is ending and the kids are screaming and everything is frenetic and there are voices calling his name from every direction, but the only voice he's listening for is Frank's and Frank isn't saying anything. And suddenly a hand has closed around his wrist tightly and he's being dragged somewhere and he's got to bite his lip to keep from laughing like a madman. By the time they get to wherever Frank is taking them, Gerard's got himself mostly in control. He leans against the wall nonchalantly and reaches up to fiddle with his tie, tilting his head so the sweat-smeared black lettering on his neck is visible.
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Date: 2008-02-11 08:41 am (UTC)They'd been having a good day. They'd been playing those stupid fair games and Gerard was holding the pink stuffed bear he'd won earlier (he'd decided to send it to Mikey) while Brian shot at the revolving tin cowboys (he was kind of scarily good at it). He'd been standing there quietly (because, "You're distracting me, shut up asshole!"), minding his own business when a couple of dudes walked past him. One of them fake-coughed "fagot" into his fist. Gerard felt Worm draw nearer, but the bastards just kept walking. His mood soured and they went back to the bus soon after. Brian hadn't asked what had happened, and Gerard was grateful. He wasn't entirely sure why this time had pissed him off like this. It wasn't like he didn't get that sort of thing all the time.
So when he did his makeup that night, he wrote FAGGOT in big, bold letters across his neck. And if he pranced around the stage and wiggled his ass at the crowd a bit more than usual, nobody said anything. He did notice Frank trying to avoid looking at his neck more than usual, which really, was all he needed as far as mood boosting goes.
Despite his complete and total cowardice, Gerard wasn't above being as provocative as possible. Sometimes he wrote total nonsense on himself, just to guarantee that Frank's eyes would stay where the belonged: on him. And with Frank's eyes on him, he upped the ante; he dirty danced, he kissed, he petted, he told the whole world he sucked more cock than David Fucking Cassidy. And still, all Frank did was stare at his fucking neck.
The second time he wrote FAGGOT on his neck hadn't really been planned. The things he wrote were usually pretty deliberate. But this time, he'd just had a really great day hanging out with Frank on the bus drinking coffee and talking and he'd forgotten to think about it. So when he was getting ready for the show, putting on his black shirt, then the vest, then flipping up the collar and tying his tie, Gerard grinned at himself. He knew this was one of Frank's favorite looks. Frank had said as much one time when they'd been relaxed and happy and Gerard's fingers didn't want to tie the tie, so Frank had done it for him. With the collar turned back down over the tie and his jacket on over everything, the only thing missing was the right word. And Gerard wanted to send a very clear message tonight. So once again, he wrote FAGGOT on his neck and then went on with his usual pre-show routine.
And then they're playing and it's turning out to be a pretty great show and Gerard does this thing with the mike cord and his mouth and now Frank is totally avoiding him which Gerard is definitely counting as a win. And then Frankie turns his back and plays into the amp, Gerard almost grins so hard he can't sing and he stalks towards a completely oblivious Frank. Gerard drapes himself over Frank's back and sings into his ear, his breath ruffling Frankie's hair and he really does feel awake and completely unafraid now.
And suddenly the show is ending and the kids are screaming and everything is frenetic and there are voices calling his name from every direction, but the only voice he's listening for is Frank's and Frank isn't saying anything. And suddenly a hand has closed around his wrist tightly and he's being dragged somewhere and he's got to bite his lip to keep from laughing like a madman. By the time they get to wherever Frank is taking them, Gerard's got himself mostly in control. He leans against the wall nonchalantly and reaches up to fiddle with his tie, tilting his head so the sweat-smeared black lettering on his neck is visible.