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FIC 08: Love Spell by spilledxperfume, MCR GSF
Title: Love spell
Pairing: Frank/Gerard/Mikey/Ray/Bob
Author: spilledxperfume
Rating: really effing dirty
Summary: My Chem gets stuck in an old, abandoned barn. And we all know what happens in barns...don't we? Well, read on and find out
Beta: mrsxkayxway , harky
Disclaimer: I do not own MCR. I do not intend to offend them or anyone else. If you are easily offended, you shouldn't be here.

“Dude, where the fuck are we?” sighed Gerard, peering out the window at the rapidly darkening sky.

“Middle of butt-fuckin' nowhere, is what I'd guess,” Ray muttered.

“Isn't the phrase 'butt-fucking England'?” Mikey interjected brightly.

“Whatever, point is, we're lost,” Ray sighed.

“Yeah, Frank, dude, how the hell did you get us lost?” Bob asked, poking his head between the two front seats.

Frank sighed, pulling over. He hung his head, shaking it softly. “Sorry, guys, I have no idea where we are.”

“Wasn't this supposed to be a shortcut?” Mikey asked.

“Yeah, I fucking know, Mikey,” Frank snapped.

“Hey, hey, let's all calm down,” Gerard said gently, reaching over to rub between Frank's shoulderblades.

Ray and Bob settled back into their seats, with twin sighs, while Gerard looked out the windows again, squinting into the dark. “Anyone see a place we can stay for the night?” he asked.

Mikey squished his nose against the cold glass, looking for some kind of building-type structure. “Ohh, hey look It's a spooky old barn ” he said gleefully.

“Oh, no. We are so not staying in an old barn that could crash down and squish us all for the night,” Bob said, grabbing Mikey's shoulder.

“Got any better ideas, cowboy?” Ray asked with a grin. He slid open the door on his side of the van, grabbed his messenger bag, and started walking towards the barn.

“Does anyone else find it mildly strange that there's a random barn out in the middle of nowhere?” Gerard asked, grabbing his own bag and following Ray. Neither of them turned to see if the others, were following. Oblivious as they were, they also failed to notice the witch-sign painted on the front of the barn.

“Happy fuckin' Halloween,” muttered Gerard, removing his Jack Skellington mask, as he approached the door to the barn. Peering into the barn, he sighed. At least the hay scattered everywhere looked somewhat fresh, and it didn't smell that bad.

Ray turned to face his friend, running a hand through his hair. “It could be worse,” he noted. His own Halloween costume, a Superman outfit, was actually pajamas. He could just about fall asleep anywhere. Bob came up behind them, startling a squeak out of Gerard.

“Jesus, Bob. It's bad enough you sneak up behind us normally. But you're dressed as a freakin' clown That's extra-scary,” Gerard said.

Bob just chuckled.

“Anyone would think you were the ninja,” Mikey commented, slipping the black mask over his face.

Frank was clinging to Mikey's hand, pretending not to be terrified by their surroundings. There was nothing but the barn for miles, and it was really beginning to creep him out. Even his Sally costume was looking bedraggled and slightly less colorful.

“Well, let's get inside. It's starting to get cold,” Bob commented.

“Yeah, my legs are freezing,” Frank added.

“Well,” Gerard said,”That's what you get for wearing a dress.”

“You made me,” Frank muttered. Mikey, who was holding back laughter, got punched in the arm.

Gerard sighed and pushed open the heavy barn door. “At least it looks relatively clean,” he noted.

“Thank god for that,” Mikey snorted. “With our luck, we could've gotten the barn covered in old horse poo.”

“Or even fresh horse poo ” Bob said cheerfully, pushing past his friends and plopping down on a large pile of straw. Ray flopped next to him, sighing, with a relaxed look on his face.

Frank glanced down at his watch. “Y'know,” he said mischievously, “My birthday is in twelve minutes.”

“And...?” said Mikey.

“I want presents,” Frank stated, “Duh.”

“I've got a present for you,” said Gerard suggestively.

“Oh, god, not in front of me ” Mikey wailed.

“Yeah, you guys keep that to yourselves ” Bob said, wide-eyed.

“Fine ” said Gerard, pouting. He grabbed Frank's hand possessively, and they climbed the ladder to the hayloft, where they could be alone.

“Don't be too noisy ” Mikey called after them. Gerard's response was a loud groan. Mikey slapped his palm to his forehead, before finding a large pile of hay to bury himself in.

Twenty minutes later, the noise from the loft was getting to be too much for the three men trying to sleep on the ground floor. “Rayyyyy,” Mikey whined, “Make them stop ”

“No way, dude, I don't need to see that.”

“Well, it's my brother. I don't need to see it either,” Mikey replied. Ray and Mikey simultaneously turned to look at Bob. Bob sighed.

“Fine, I'll go tell them to keep it down. But if I see something that makes me go blind, I'm blaming you.” He sighed, stood up, and headed for the loft. After a few moments of silence and muffled voices, the bumps and groaning resumed. This time, however, a deeper voice was added to the mix. Ray and Mikey looked at each other, aghast.

“Did that really just happen?” Mikey asked.

“Um...judging by the noises up there, I'd say, yeah it did.”

Mikey buried his face in his hands. “Sick, man.”

Ray ran a hand through his hair, before standing up and heading for the loft. “I'm gonna stop this madness.”

Mikey watched as Ray disappeared into the shadows of the loft. Almost at once, the noises stopped. A muffled conversation later, Mikey heard it start back up again. Ray didn't come back down.

Mikey stared into the darkness, trying to figure out what to do. He could try to ignore it and go back to sleep, go up there and try to shut them up, or he could spend a cold, uncomfortable night in the van. But while he really didn't want to see his bandmates engaged in crazy, four-way sexual gymnastics, he was not looking forward to trying to sleep otherwise. He nodded to himself, resolved to keep his eyes shut after he had gotten up the ladder. He took a breath, climbed the ladder, and squeezed his eyes tightly shut.

Feeling his way across the hay-strewn floor and making for the noises in the corner, Mikey eventually got in the near vicinity of where he assumed the orgy was going on. “Guys, seriously. I'm trying to sleep down there.”

He heard soft laughter, and crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. “I'm not kidding. Knock it off or I'm taking the van and leaving you all here.”

“Mikey, calm down,” he heard Bob say. “We're just having some fun. Letting off some steam. You look like you could use some relaxation too.”

“Oh no. I am not doing this with you guys,” he said. Even as he said it, though, he felt himself getting half-hard.

“C'mon, Mikey-mikes,” Frank said seductively. Mikey cracked an eye open. His best friends and his brother were tangled up in a sweaty mass of limbs. He quickly closed his eye again. Ew.

On second thought...Mikey said to himself, feeling his erection twitch. He opened both eyes and looked down at the men lying on the floor in front of him. “Actually,” he admitted, “this is pretty hot.”

Ray cheered, sitting up to pull Mikey down beside him by his belt loops. Frank quickly stripped him of his shirt, while Bob got to work on his pants. Gerard cradled his head, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. When he was as naked as the others, they all began stroking, touching, and kissing one another affectionately. The caresses grew in intensity until the band began panting, groaning, and sweating.

“Oh, oh fuck ” Gerard cried, coming hard. His eyes fluttered and he fell back. One by one, the rest of the band came and collapsed, until finally, everyone was spent.

“Hottest fucking birthday present ever,” Frank said happily.

“Fuck yeah,” Gerard said.

They quickly fell asleep in a big dogpile, until the morning sun woke them up. Groaning and stretching their limbs, the boys got up and looked around blearily. Ray grinned. “I can’t believe we did that, guys.”

Bob slung an arm around him. “You were pretty hot last night, Toro,” he chuckled.

Mikey looked on the whole scene with a content expression. “God, why was I the last one to join in? I feel like I missed out.”

“You didn’t miss much,” Frank assured him.

“Let’s get outta here, guys,” Gerard said, “I bet Brian is wondering where we are. Don’t we have a meeting with him soon?”

“Lost my watch,” Bob said with a smirk.

Slowly, they got up, found their clothes, and got dressed. “We should really do this more often,” Frank commented. They made their way out of the barn reluctantly.

“Hey, did anyone notice the witch sign on the front?” Mikey asked, sharply.

Everyone stopped, looking around at each other nervously. “Is that why we-?” Gerard began.

“Shiiiiit,” Bob breathed.