4 ~chapter three~

A/N ok so I know it says multiship, and it is, its just mainly gonna be frerard...I mean I had that planned from the start and its probably obvious now but yea

And its probably mostly gonna be in Franks POV but I guess if you guys want me to do it from someone else's I could

Frank POV

When I wake up Gerard is clinging to me fiercely. It hurts, but not too bad. We should be close to home now, well we better.

Like I said this tour has been amazing, but I'm tired of this bus. I wanna sleep in my bed, with Gerard in it. Not bunk beds with him sleeping under me. I wanna sleep in till noon, drink as much coffee as I want, play my guitar as loud as I want, and have sex with Gerard as much as I want. We haven't since before we left for the tour and it's been killing me. I swear to God, every time he would strut over to me while I was playing the guitar, pull my hair and touch me, oh fuck it felt good. But then after we had to pretend like nothing happened like we weren't both still turned on, thanks to Andy's "No sex on the tour bus" rule.

The only exception is when Brendon went into heat. Pete, Joe, Dallon, and I were laughing till it hurt to breathe. Then Gerard, Patrick, Andy, and Spencer came over to us and said very matter a factly that we should "Shut up and go fuck ourselves". That only resulted in more laughter. In between wheezes, Joe said, "I would like it better if you did." Then we all died.

Ok, so you're probably wondering why we thought one of our best friends going into heat was funny.

Well, we have a very twisted sense of humor, as you can probably tell. But that's not really why. So we were performing in The Big Apple, and this show was being recorded, so everyone was telling us no funny business or anything. We all eventually agreed. But about halfway through the show, when of course it was Brendon's turn to sing, we were all on stage the whole time but each band took their own turn singing their songs, he got his heat. Me, Ryan, and Pete smelled it immediately, while it took the others a little longer to figure out what was going on. Pete and I both looked at Ryan waiting for him to do something, not wanting to get triggered ourselves. Ryan threw his guitar on the stage and ran over to Brendon, who was in a ball on the ground now. I ran over to Gerard and Pete ran over to Patrick, burying ourselves in their scent trying not to go after the Omega on the ground.

When Ryan got to Brendon he picked him up and threw him over his shoulder, as he ran off the stage. I guessed they went to the tour bus, and by the sound of it, I was right. We had to end the show early, but before anyone left, and before we left the stage, we heard moaning.

Brendon moaning.

And that's when we realized he never let go of his microphone. So everyone was basically listening to porn. The crowd was going crazy, taking videos of his moans. Andy, Spencer, Gerard, and Patrick were all screaming into the dead mics trying to get the sound team to disconnect Brendon's beloved gold microphone. Pete, Joe, Dallon, and I were laughing our asses off. We were hyping up the crowd, yelling into our mics. They loved it. Our mates, however, did not. The three Omegas and Beta knew they couldn't take on two Alphas, a Beta, and an Omega. So they let us have our fun. I think I was finally getting that six-pack I wanted.

Anyway, but that's how we got a strict scolding from our mates. Watching them be really mad was hilarious and at one point Pete bust out in laughter.

And Patrick slapped him. Right across the face. Clean and smooth.

Then I laughed at him.

And Gerard slapped me.

Then we were all laughing. And then being pulled by the ear onto the ground by our very mad mates.

We were still laughing. And non of them seem pleased by it. Then Ryan walked out of the back of the bus. All he saw was Gerard, Patrick, Andy, and Spencer yelling at me, Pete, Joe, and Dallon, who were all on the floor in a fit of laughter before he spun around on his heels and walked right back into the room that contained a very horny Mr. Urie Ross.

Ray and Mikey chuckled at this, which rewarded them with glares from the angry men standing above me. They had been doing nothing but sitting on the couch, Mikey on Ray's lap, and watching this all unfold.

We finally calmed down and scrambled off the floor and onto the couch.

Ray stuck out his hand for a fist bump as he whispered, "I don't think I've ever seen Gerard that mad," I bumped his fist, "and especially over something as ridiculous as this."

"I know, It's kinda weird," I whispered back. I think Patrick heard us talking about something so Ray and I both jumped out of our skin when he snapped his neck to glare at us.

"Ow Ray," Mikey whined from the floor. Ray, Pete, and I were having a hard time trying to not suppress a giggle.

"Hey Patrick, Joe, Spencer, Mikey could you come here for a second?" Gerard asked.

"Oh sure Gee," Patrick replied with a smile. The rest shrugged their shoulders and followed.

"You'll tell me what he says later right?" Ray whispers in Mikey's ear before he got off his lap. Mikey got up and sent a subtle nod his way.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Pete asked.

"I don't know," I smirked at Pete. "wanna find out?"

"Definitely," Pete smirked back at me. Pete and I might get in a lot of fights, physical and not, but we still are best friends and love to have a good time. Also, piss our husbands off. Oh did I forget to mention that we were all married? Anyway.

"I don't think that's a good idea guys," Ray said looking at us, "if they wanna tell us they will."

"But Ray," I whined, "it's more fun this way." He sighs and a look of defeat rests on his face.

Pete and I run over to the door and put our ears on it. We would've heard something if the door didn't open and I fell face-first into Gerard's crotch. It wasn't like he could've taken any pleasure out of it because I basically headbutted his dick... He stumbled back and grabbed the door frame with both hands. Pete fell face-first into something a little harder. Like the floor. I started laughing. My head still resting on Gerard's crotch.

"And this is just another reason why," Gerard looked down at me with a frown. I looked back up at him with a smile. He sighs and moves my head. And since that was the only thing keeping me up, I fell on top of Pete. We both start laughing now.

Ryan and Brendon walk out of the bunk area.

"What the fuck is wrong with all of you?" Ryan asks, sighing.

"Oh Brendon we need to talk to you," Gerard says backing away from me.

"What about?" Brendon asks with concern on his face.

"We'll tell you in here, come on," Patrick butts in. Brendon shrugs his shoulders and walks into the room with them. The door closes. Then opens not even a second later and Joe walks out.

"I'm here to guard the door so you two don't snoop," Joe says as he strikes the posture of a guard. I look at Pete and he looks at me. We smile.

We run towards Joe, and he screams as we haul him away from the door.

"Hey! Put him down, guys!" Andy yells at us.

"Aww now is that really how you talk to your Alpha Andrew?" I ask with a smug look on my face.

"No," He whispers as he looks at the ground. I smile.

"OKAY PUT JOE DOWN!" Patrick yells at Pete. All the Omegas are now standing in the doorway. Pete drops Joe with a thud on the floor.

"Ow Pete," Joe whimpers, "you couldn't have put me down nicely?"

"No," Pete says.

I walk up to Gerard and grab his waist. "Get off," he mutters. I immediately let go of his waist. I might bully the others a little but when it comes to Gerard he doesn't have to ask twice.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing babe," He says with a smile. "I'm just tired."

"Well look outside." He peaks out the window and I can see his face light up with excitement.

"Guys we're home!"

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A/N

So? Thoughts? Predictions?

Anyway thank you guys for reading this sorry excuse for a story lmfao it really means a lot

Thanks so much, it really means a lot this took me all day (mostly cuz my mom didn't want me on my computer lmfao) and it means a lot to know that people are enjoying it

love ya guys

-ghoul