𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑰𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏

Frank and Gerard both had a thing for you and each other. They kissed on stage, and you never let anyone touch you. Four years of the bullshit; the band, you three specifically closer than anyone else.

But that was all about to change. As soon as they heard Seven Minutes In Heaven by MSI, Frank was the first to get the idea. Gerard quickly agreed, agreeing to be the soft and gentle one while Frank promised to bite the fuck out of you.

With all six of the band members and a couple people from The Used, MSI and a few drunk girls to even out the majority of the guys, the plan was set in place. Frank and Gerard shot you a devious look as the bottle was spun, first landing on Frank. Then you. Your eyes widened for a second, about to bite out a "no" before Gerard reached forward and spun it again, so it landed on himself.

"My bad. Guess it's three in the closet." He hummed innocently, tilting his head.

"Oh, you three are so fucked in the head. What the fuck.." Mikey muttered, shooting his brother a dissapointed look.

"Seven minutes starts when the door closes. Get to it, perverts." Ray snickered, leaning back on his hands.

Frank grabbed your hand and pulled you up as you protested, Gerard following closely behind with a faint, amused smile. "You're so dead." Frank whispered playfully as the door closed with you three locked in the cramped, dark space.