Drabblish type things--MCR & 30 Seconds to Mars
title: Storm Watching
rating: 13
pairing: Brian Schechter/Gerard Way
word count: 616


The crash of sound rattled the windows. The rapport of tiny hailstones in small bursts with the heavy downpour's softer constant battering. Flashes of light brightened the mostly dark room.

"This is nice." Brian murmured lazily running his fingers through Gerard's hair.

"I hate storms like this," Gerard muttered.

Brian snorted, a smile tilted the corners of his mouth up just a bit. Gerard hated the storms so much that he was the one who insisted they lay on the sofa and watch it out the big window in the living room.

The electricity was out, but the early spring thunderstorm hit at a time where they weren't melting from heat and humidity or too cold. Phones were down. No crises calls. Yeah it meant more later, probably a weeks worth of double-bullshit but right now, tonight. The landline was down and the cell reception was crap here when there was a cloudless sky. The little battery operated lantern Frank had mocked with obnoxiousness about really camping put off a soft glow on it's lowest setting across the room, just enough light not to kill themselves by tripping when they headed for bed.

"I do." Gerard insisted a little irritated.

"No you don't."

"I do when the electricity is out."

"We can turn up the lantern and I can go get the oil lantern in the kitchen. You can draw or write or whatever."

"I don't want to move," Gerard said, a pout warred audibly with smile in his voice.

"Uh huh." Brian smiled as Gerard shifted, A little less beside him and a little more on him, his leg moving over Brian's. His hand slid from Brian's chest to his side and down to rest on his hip, holding him in place. "We could go to bed."

"Wanna watch the storm," Gerard said. Another crash of thunder tore through the air and rattled the windows, lightning illuminating the view outside the window the thunder tried to crack, curtains open to give clear view of the trees. It couldn't quite be called a forest, a little to cultivated, and the main area of the resort was within walking distance--if Brian didn't listen to Gerard's muttering, which he had learned years ago when to listen and when to roll his eyes. Gerard's complaints over walking the main area of the resort not being walking distance was only worthy of an eyeroll, and maybe a snort.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that, right?"

Gerard snorted. "Uh huh, right, and you're so much better."

Brian shifted a little, Gerard followed his move, just a little more on Brian, rather than between Brian and the back of the wide low sofa, his other arm worked carefully under and around to rub circles on the small of Gerard's back. Still a little amazed they were in a place like this again, together, actually giving whatever the hell it had been another go. Better this time. Oh it was still fucked up. In different ways though, and thinking unclouded by booze and pills and basically whatever the hell they got their hands on years ago.

"You're going to be writing or drawing or some damn thing rather than going to bed when this is over, aren't you?" Brian asked. When the electricity came back or the sun rose. which ever came first.

"And if I am..."

"I'll find a way to distract you when I run out of patience."

"Mmm." Gerard agreed as he watched the play of shadows a streak of lightning created outside the window. He tilted his head up when it dark fell again for a moment and brushed a kiss of near-apology and thanks across Brian's jaw before he rested his head back on Brian's chest.





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title: Like A Match to Gasoline
rating: 15
pairing: Jared Leto/Gerard Way, Shannon Leto/Tomo Milicevic. Ray Toro, Mikey Way
word count: 344


Shannon frowned at the pounding on the hotel room door.

"Oh shit," Shannon whined.

"He's your brother. You get your pants on and help."

That really didn't bode well. Toro was usually a really laid back guy. At least, so Shannon was told, but the majority of his interactions with these guys invovled Jared and Gerard hook ups which inevitably went all to hell. The too loud too crazed sex without a care of whose eyes they abused on Jared's part even went really wrong at times, because Gerard didn't like audiences. And if Jared didn't distract him quickly and completely enough, that could be a bitch fight, even if whoever had been there was likely to roll their eyes and complain while they walked out. Jared did have some little bit of thought to Gerard's sensibilities and keeping the peepshows for their bands and that was it. If Jared pulled that in front of Mikey, Mikey was likely to hit him with something heavy and give orders to not fuck his brother in his sight.

If Jared and Gerard decided to be social and philosophical and start talking--that just went to hell in a handbasket on an out of control freight train. Either they ended up at each other's throats screeching like hysterical high school girls , or they came up with shit that would take Shannon, Tomo and Tim six months to convince Jared was a bad idea and likewise for Gerard's band to do the same with him.

"What the hell is it this time?" Shannon asked letting Toro and MikeyWay in his room. "Tomo, it's just Toro and Mikeyway. Jared and Gerard are at it again."

Cursing in Croatian came from the bathroom. "Toss me in my pants." Tomo called through the door

"What are they on about?" Shannon asked warily.

"Aqua Teen Hunger Force," Mikey answered coldly.

Shannon blanched. They really had to figure out away to keep their brothers apart. If it had devolved to Cartoon Network already , someone was going to be injured before the night was through.