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more drabbles from my table that only I can see!

Bert/Gerard, Unrequited Bert/Quinn, Unrequieted Gerard/Frank
Pg-13

Quinn and Frank watched as Bert leaned over and pulled Gerard down with him. It’d be somewhat cute if not for the fact that Bert looked about two seconds away from puking his guts out, and Gerard wasn’t far behind.

“So. This is what we’re pining after.” Quinn said and tipped up his bottle drinking the last of its contents.

Frank snorted. “Pining, dude? What is this fucking Lifetime? I’m not pining after shit.

Quinn looked at Frank from the corner of his eye, and Frank glared back. It would’ve become a stare down if Bert hadn’t started retching.

Quinn sighed and walked over, gently detaching Gerard from Bert and standing the shorter man up.

“Oh, hey Quinn. Y’gonna carry me? Like…a bride or some shit? We can’t get married though. I promised my virginity to Gee,” Bert stopped to giggle. “Don’t, don’t tell him I don’t have one anymore. Don’t wanna make Gee sad.”

Frank rolled his eyes and nodded at Quinn as he passed.

“What?” he asked to Gerard’s stare.

Gerard shrugged and stumbled over to him. “Nothin’ Frankie. Just, you shouldn’t be on Lifetime for me, okay?”

Frank didn’t respond. He just nudged Gerard in the direction of their bus

Jon/Tom, implied Panic GSF
uhm, we'll say R?
208 words

Tom leans against the cool brick of the outside of the club.

“Shouldn’t you be on tour or something? Your pretty boys let you out for the night?”

Jon shrugged. “They’re in there, somewhere. They knew that this was your night.”

Tom snorted, pulled out a cigarette. “So we’re on a schedule now? Do I have to take a number? Or does the pretty one with the hips write it all out?”

Jon rolled his eyes. “You know they’re names. You said you’d be okay with this.”

Tom lit the cigarette, but didn’t bring it to his mouth. “Ok. So, how long do I get?”

Jon shrugs. “We’re back on the road the day after tomorrow. We can visit the old places, catch up with some people.”

“Or you could come back to my place and I’ll fuck you through the mattress. Or at least until your pretty boys can’t touch you for a little while. Not without you thinking of me.” Tom raised the cigarette to his mouth, took a long drag.

Jon was silent as he exhaled.

“Well, Jonnyboy?”

Jon nodded. “Sean can stay with the guys, they’re all at my apartment.”

Tom snorted. “He’ll find somewhere. Your pretty boys aren’t getting something else of mine.

I tried to write Travis/Sean and...couldnt