Not So Pleasant Surprises 17a/?

Again this post was too long so i had to split it.

Title: Not So Pleasant Surprises (17a/?)
Author: Kizzymie
Rating: NC-17 later on 
Pairing: Gerard/Frank and mentions of the women they keep.
POV: 3rd i think
Summary: They think they know him... but they have no idea.  The surprises just keep coming.
Disclaimer: MCR, Their wives, gf's and others are not mine.  If I owned MCR i would be rich and wouldnt be here writing this.
Author's Notes: First mpreg be gentle =)
Beta:  oh_i_swear... I suppose this is dedicated to you as well since you started my new obsession!

Chapter 1
Chapter 2 
Chapter 3 
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9a
Chapter 9b
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15 
Chapter 16 

 Chapter 17a

Frank found the other guys one by one.

Ray had just finished showering.

“Hey dude.”  Frank said as he walked into the room.

Ray was toweling his hair dry being careful not to cause it to frizz too much.

“What’s up?”  Ray asked.

“Not much.  We need to have a chat when we get back to the hotel.”  Frank said in a nonchalant manner.

“Oh yeah?”  Ray asked stopping his drying, “me and you?”

“No all of us.”  Frank retorted.

“Oh… is something wrong?”  Ray asked furrowing his brow, trying to determine the possible reason for the meeting.

“Well not exactly.  I wouldn’t say something is wrong as much as I would say it’s something you guys need to know about.”  Frank explained turning to walk out the door.

“I will explain it to everyone at the same time.”  Frank said as he left the room.

Ray just nodded and went back to towelling his hair.

Frank went down the hall and found Mikey and Bob at the food cart.

“Hey you two.”  Frank said as he walked up.

Mikey looked up with a wad of food in his mouth.

“Yo.”  Bob called as he saw Frank.

“I need to have a chat with you guys when we get to the hotel.”  Frank said propping one foot on the chair across the table from them.

Both guys looked at him suspiciously.

“About what?”  Bob said banging his fingers on the table to an imaginary tune.

“Well I will explain it all then.  I want to say it once not a hundred times.”  Frank said picking at the hole in the knee of his jeans making it bigger.

“Ooook” Bob drew out.

Mikey just nodded as he continued to chew his food.

He headed back to the dressing area.

“What the hell you think that’s about?”  Bob asked Mikey when frank left.

Mikey shrugged his shoulders.

“Probably wants us to know how good it feels to fuck Gerard.”  Bob said in a dead pan manner, causing Mikey to blow chewed food out with a laugh.

“HA!  Did not need a mental picture of that.” Mikey laughed and smiled wiping the food off his chin.

“You know them and their bold claims.”  Bob said smiling, still drumming his fingers on the table.  He looked down the hall to make sure Frank was out of ear shot.

Mikey just shook his head grinning, “You are messed up man… messed up.”

Frank returned to the dressing room to find Gerard texting on his phone.  Gerard looked up as Frank entered the room. 

“Who was that?”  Frank asked.

“Lindsey.”  Gerard offered putting his cell back in his giant hoodie’s pocket.

“So she’s still talking to you.”  Frank stated.

“Yeah and it’s kind of weird.  I mean she doesn’t mention me and you or the situation.”  Gerard explained to Frank.

“So like she’s just accepted it, just like that?”  Frank asked very surprised.

“I don’t think she really has.  It’s almost like she’s in some sort of weird denial maybe.”  Gerard said with squinted eyes and pursed lips, “I can’t quite figure it out and I hate to ask.  I know it’s bad to do but I sort of tiptoe around that subject with her.  I’m letting her take the reigns on that one.”  Gerard said squatting to zip his suitcase up.  He has to part his legs to allow room for his belly to fall between them now.

Gerard stood up with a grunt.

“You got your shit together yet?”  Gerard asked putting one hand behind his hip causing his stomach to jut out. 

Frank just looked at him.  He was looking at the same face, hearing the same voice but looking at a completely different person now.  It was odd how much he had changed in such few weeks.

“Hello,” Gerard said breaking Frank's blank stare.

“Um, no… it won’t take me but a minute.  I just got to cram some crap in my bag.”  Frank said slowly walking to his bag.

Gerard went to the business of digging in his messenger bag.  Frank watched him haphazardly poking things into his own bag. 

“Got my notebook, my good pen, got my gum… wait no gum… damn. Okay.”  Gerard mumbled to himself taking stock of all his needed items.

Frank grinned to himself looking down at his bag.  He was glad Gerard was dealing with their plight better these days. He hated to see him disgruntled about it as often as he did.  He had thought Gerard might need to get help for the depression that didn’t seem to be waning.  He was happy to see him a bit more bright eyed again.

Frank was daydreaming again, starring a hole into Gerard.

“Frank!”  Gerard yelped.

“Huh?”  Frank said.

“What the hell is your deal?  Hurry up I want to leave.  I didn’t get to shower and I feel nasty.  I have found in my current state that I do not enjoy the feeling of nasty.”  Gerard said scratching his sweaty scalp, sporting a rather sour faced look.

“Fine, I’m ready let’s go.”  Frank said throwing his bag on his shoulder, looking around the room checking for forgotten items.

Gerard collected his suitcase from the back of the car.  He rolled it up the curb onto the sidewalk waiting for Frank.

“Ready?”  Gerard asked as Frank took his place beside him.

Gerard started to walk in.  The other guys weren’t too far behind.

“I am going to stay in the lobby after we get checked in.  I need to tell the guys what room we are in.”  Frank explained as they made their way through the oversized revolving front door. 

A handler met them before they ever got to the front desk, with their room keys.  He handed an envelope to Gerard and then to Frank.

Gerard looked at Frank.

“We will have them come to my room.”  Frank looked at the key card envelope.

“Are we on the same floor?”  Frank asked.

Gerard looked at the front of his envelope.

“I’m in room 335.”  Gerard said looking up at Frank.

“Ok good, I am in 337.  They must be right next to each other.”  Frank guessed.

“I am going on up.  I need to shower before all this shit goes down.”  Gerard said biting his nails again.

He was nervous.

If Frank was honest, he was too.  It had to be done and he wasn’t going to back out, but he was still a little nervous.  

“God I need more gum.”  Gerard said spitting out bits of fingernail.

“Here,” Frank said plucking a new pack out of his pocket, handing it to Gerard.

“Oh thank god.”  Gerard huffed snatching the pack from Frank’s cold hand.

Since Gerard stopped smoking Frank always had gum on hand.  Gerard chewed it by the truck loads.

Gerard unwrapped a piece and put it in his mouth moaning with sheer pleasure.

“Good lord.”  Frank said watching his antics.

“So good ugh… Okay I'm out, I will come to your room when I am finished.”  Gerard said smacking his gum loudly.

Frank watched as Gerard took his bags and disappeared around the corner.

Frank stood there forever, or so he thought, waiting for the guys.  Finally the other three filed into the hotel.

Frank wasted no time telling them what to do.

“Ok my room in 15 minutes.  I’m in room 337.  I will leave the door open just come in when you get there.”

Frank said throwing his duffle bag over his shoulder. 

“What is going on?”  Mikey asked Frank with a concerned tone.

“Not discussing it here, just be there ok?”  Frank said extending the handle on his mid sized rolling case.

Mikey just starred at him; Ray and Bob just nodded in agreement looking at one another confused.