“Two... and you....how...” Gerard trails off, his face an interesting mix of pasty white and red.
“I think he’s asking how do you know,” Ray says, helpful as always, then adds. “And who Mikey was with. Maybe?”
“No!” Gerard shakes his head and points at Mikey. “I don’t want to know. Pete’s bad enough.”
Which, screw that, this is the most fun Frank’s had for days, he’s not about to let Gerard’s big brother delicate sensibilities derail the game. Cutting Gerard off he announces, “Ray, it’s your turn.”
For a moment it looks like Ray’s reluctant to play on, then he glances over at Bob, and his mouth curls into a smile as he says, “I haven’t had intimate relations with Patrick Stump.”
Frank can’t help laughing again. “Intimate relations, the fuck? You’re a maiden aunt now, Toro?”
“Just covering all the bases.” Ray grins, his smile fading a little at Gerard’s strangled gasp as Mikey finishes filling his shot glass and takes a drink. The only person that does. “Damn, I was sure you’d done it with Patrick.”
“Never happened,” Bob says with a shrug.
Bob hooking up with Patrick is something Frank’s always believed too. He narrows his eyes and stares at Bob. “You lived with him.”
“And you lived with Mikey, doesn’t mean you fucked him,” Bob says in reply.
Frank can feel his cheeks heat and he’s never been more thankful for his slight tan and layer of tour dirt. Except, Mikey looks up from where he’s been texting something in his phone and says, “Does that mean I have to drink?”
“You’ve slept with Mikey.” Gerard sounds shocked, and he fists his hands in his hair. “Of course you’ve slept with Mikey. Everyone’s slept with Mikey.”
“At least I haven’t slept with a doll,” Mikey says, his fingers flying as he finishes his text. “A doll that got a fucking puncture.”
Gerard pulls his dignity around him and says, “That wasn’t my fault.”
Mikey gives him a look. “If deflated around your dick. You had nightmares about dick eating dolls for months.”
Frank’s ribs hurt and tears spill over his cheeks. Wiping them away he tries to speak, but ends up flapping his hand instead, trying to convey mocking through sign language and hysterical laughter alone.
Which doesn’t really work, and eventually Gerard sqaures his shoulders, glares at Mikey a last time and says, “I haven’t had sex with Andy Hurley.”
Mikey starts to bring his glass to his mouth, then hesitates. “Define had sex.”
Which would be disturbing enough, except Bob is drinking. Head back and swallowing all the juice in one go.
Ray looks surprised. “You did Hurley? I thought he was vegan.”
“We had sex, he didn’t eat me,” Bob’s you moron strongly implied. He looks around the circles and then adds smugly. “It’s a drummer thing. You all won’t get it.”
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“Two... and you....how...” Gerard trails off, his face an interesting mix of pasty white and red.
“I think he’s asking how do you know,” Ray says, helpful as always, then adds. “And who Mikey was with. Maybe?”
“No!” Gerard shakes his head and points at Mikey. “I don’t want to know. Pete’s bad enough.”
Which, screw that, this is the most fun Frank’s had for days, he’s not about to let Gerard’s big brother delicate sensibilities derail the game. Cutting Gerard off he announces, “Ray, it’s your turn.”
For a moment it looks like Ray’s reluctant to play on, then he glances over at Bob, and his mouth curls into a smile as he says, “I haven’t had intimate relations with Patrick Stump.”
Frank can’t help laughing again. “Intimate relations, the fuck? You’re a maiden aunt now, Toro?”
“Just covering all the bases.” Ray grins, his smile fading a little at Gerard’s strangled gasp as Mikey finishes filling his shot glass and takes a drink. The only person that does. “Damn, I was sure you’d done it with Patrick.”
“Never happened,” Bob says with a shrug.
Bob hooking up with Patrick is something Frank’s always believed too. He narrows his eyes and stares at Bob. “You lived with him.”
“And you lived with Mikey, doesn’t mean you fucked him,” Bob says in reply.
Frank can feel his cheeks heat and he’s never been more thankful for his slight tan and layer of tour dirt. Except, Mikey looks up from where he’s been texting something in his phone and says, “Does that mean I have to drink?”
“You’ve slept with Mikey.” Gerard sounds shocked, and he fists his hands in his hair. “Of course you’ve slept with Mikey. Everyone’s slept with Mikey.”
“At least I haven’t slept with a doll,” Mikey says, his fingers flying as he finishes his text. “A doll that got a fucking puncture.”
Gerard pulls his dignity around him and says, “That wasn’t my fault.”
Mikey gives him a look. “If deflated around your dick. You had nightmares about dick eating dolls for months.”
Frank’s ribs hurt and tears spill over his cheeks. Wiping them away he tries to speak, but ends up flapping his hand instead, trying to convey mocking through sign language and hysterical laughter alone.
Which doesn’t really work, and eventually Gerard sqaures his shoulders, glares at Mikey a last time and says, “I haven’t had sex with Andy Hurley.”
Mikey starts to bring his glass to his mouth, then hesitates. “Define had sex.”
Which would be disturbing enough, except Bob is drinking. Head back and swallowing all the juice in one go.
Ray looks surprised. “You did Hurley? I thought he was vegan.”
“We had sex, he didn’t eat me,” Bob’s you moron strongly implied. He looks around the circles and then adds smugly. “It’s a drummer thing. You all won’t get it.”