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Sheet Metal Purgatory, Chapter 1/?

Title: Sheet Metal Purgatory, Chapter One
Author: evrybdydncenow
Rating: NC-17 (rated for language, sexual situations, and all around theme)
Pairings: Ray/Frank, Frank/Gerard
Disclaimer: One time I accidentally triple-dosed on cold medicine and all of this seemed very real. I was hallucinating, though.
Summary: Above all of the superficial things that had changed, there had been two very major changes that almost nobody knew about. Frank was madly in love with Gerard. Ray was madly in love with Frank.

A/N: I started writing this ages ago because I feel as if Ray is a completely under-loved character in fan fiction! I adore Ray and all of his derp! I set out to write a Ray-centric fic, and this whole idea came flowing out of my brain. I am so excited about it!

I feel badly, as I haven't posted anything new for you guys to read in a while, and while this one is a chaptered fic, it won't be one chapter a day as Safe House was, but I will do my absolute best to update as quickly as possible! I hope you enjoy chapter one!


Tours are the worst. Ray frowned a little staring at the giant bus they would be confined to for the next two months and a bit. He heaved a sigh and trudged on board, hauling his bag behind him and throwing it into his bunk. He gave manly hugs to the other boys who were already loaded on and ready to go. There was excitement in the air and everyone was chatting happily except for Ray. Ray’s chest felt like there was a bag of bricks on it. Rehearsal weeks he could handle, the occasional media push, fine. When they could retreat to their individual homes afterwards, things were great. It was when they were confined to their sheet metal purgatory, when Ray was completely unable to escape the inevitable, that he wished he could be anywhere else. His eyes scanned the bus and landed on Frank already starry-eyed and flirtatiously giggling as he tailed after Gerard like a puppy. He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh, crawling into his bunk and just laying there, staring at the bottom of Mikey’s bunk which was over top of his. He stared up at the photographs that he had tucked up there the last time they had toured, pictures of his sister, his mom and dad, his dog, his best friend Paul, and the most important of all, the photo that Mikey had snapped a few years ago of Frank clinging to Ray’s back, both of their faces lit up in laughter as Ray carried him somewhere. Ray’s eyes lingered on the image and he sighed softly. Many things had changed since then. Frank’s hair had grown out, his own hair had become somewhat manageable over time, there were new tattoos that decorated Frank’s beautiful olive skin, but above all of the superficial things that had changed, there had been two very major changes that almost nobody knew about. Frank was madly in love with Gerard. Ray was madly in love with Frank. Ray let out a slow shaky breath as he heard Frank chit chatting with Gerard gaily about some new effect pedal he had picked up. He rubbed his face rapidly and sighed. Tours are the worst.

Frank frowned a little as Gerard didn’t show the slightest bit of enthusiasm about his effect pedal and he blink and shook his head. His eyes lit up before he tore himself away from Gerard and leapt into Ray’s bunk with him. “Ray! Hey Ray, I got a Roger Mayer Voodoo pedal! Brand new! It’s so sweet!” Frank grinned like a child, staring at Ray. He always got hyperactive the first day of a tour, all of his energy and excitement pouring out of him all at once. Ray loved when Frank was a little childish, it was endearing. They were all so damn serious most of the time, and Frank’s childish streak was exactly what all of them needed to lighten up and have some fun.

“That’s awesome, Frank! How’s it sound?”

“Ah-MAZ-ing!” Frank beamed brightly, psyched to talk about his new pedal. “The boost on it is killer. I was thinking, if we both used boost pedals on Na Na Na, it would totally thicken up the sound a lot, we could kick them on for the last chorus, and bring the low end way way up!”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Ray grinned and let a tiny blush flush his cheeks a little. “We should tell Mikey.”

Frankie giggled and reached up, knocking on the bottom of Mikey’s bunk. “Yo Mikey--”

“Yeah, I heard you, Frank. I like it, I’m in.”

Frank and Ray both giggled a little and a comfortable silence fell over the two of them. They just laid there side-by-side for a while before Frank spoke up. “Hey… your picture of Lisa is gone.” He frowned and looked over at Ray. “Everything okay?”

Ray swallowed hard and he blushed, giving Frank an assuring smile. “Yeah, yeah… we broke up, but it’s… it’s not a big deal or anything.”

Frank frowned deeply. “Aw Ray. I’m so sorry.” He leaned over and hugged the man tightly. “You wanna talk about it?”

Ray shook his head and chuckled a little. “Naw. Not right now anyway.” He bit the side of his tongue a bit. Telling Frank what happened between he and his previous girlfriend would mean admitting to Frank that he had feelings for him. After all, it had been his obsession over Frank and his convoluted ‘relationship’ with Gerard that had caused the majority of the fighting between he and Lisa.

Ray heard the groan of the bus starting up and he sucked in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “I guess we’re off, huh?”

Frank giggled a little and nodded excitedly. “Yup! I mean, not that we have far to go or anything, not even leaving the state for the first one.” He grinned and looked over at Ray, frowning a little when he saw the look on his face. “Aren’t you even a little excited? You used to love touring!”

Used to. Ray did used to love touring with the band, before Gerard started using Frank for his deviant sexual needs. He hated the deal the two had struck with each other… it wasn’t much of a deal, really, it was complete shit. Gerard got to use Frank for sex whenever he needed to, and in exchange, he had promised Frank one kiss per day. What the hell was that about? It was a sick abuse of Frank’s obvious feelings for Gerard, and Gerard damn well knew it. Ray made a face before he realized Frank was staring right at him. “I am excited. I still love playing live… just you know…” Ray forced out a chuckle and smirked a bit, wryly. “Getting old…”

Frank giggled brightly and shook his head, leaning up to rest his temple of Ray’s shoulder. “Naw. You’re not old, Ray. Gerard is getting old!” He smirked mischievously.

Ray snorted at that and chucked a bit deeply in his chest. “Gerard and I are the same age, Frankie.”

Frank thought about it for a moment and scrunched up his nose before he smirked and just left it at that.

They rode mostly in silence to their venue, it only took an hour and a half to get there, and Ray simply laid back with his arm draped over his eyes to block out the daylight. He loved the weight of Frank’s head resting on his shoulder, and from time to time he would steal a glance at the boy, smiling when he saw that he had drifted off to sleep beside him. His heart fluttered a bit as he allowed himself to casually day dream about Frank, and as he envisioned waking up beside him in the morning a soft smile crossed his face. He heaved a sigh when his daydreaming time was over and the bus pulled up and parked in the assigned space.

Out of nowhere it was chaos. Roadies and techs lugging equipment, the band being ushered around to different places to talk to different people, there was a press circuit and sound check and a meet and greet, and before Ray could process any of it, they were being herded back stage to get ready to play.

Frank jumped up and down rapidly, shaking his arms and hands to get the jitters out of his system. Ray watched him as the man rolled his shoulders and craned his neck at odd angles, preparing his muscles for the hour and a half assault they were about to take. He felt his breath shallow out as he stared, Frank always looked so beautiful just before they got on stage. A serene look took over his face, and his fingers played imaginary chords on the seam of his jeans, the way he would roll his head around and elongate his neck to stretch it out was graceful and stunning, and Ray knew that he should be warming up as well, but he could only stand and stare at Frank. They all had their ways of warming up their bodies to play, Gerard sequestered himself away from the others, doing jumping jacks and listening to his iPod, warming up his vocals chords as he sang off-key to his favorite songs. Mikey had a more technical approach, stretching his wrists and fingers with precision, Frank had to shake out every muscle in his body with the amount of flailing and rocking out he did on stage, and normally Ray would stretch his neck and shoulders, that is, he would when he wasn’t busy admiring the graceful way that Frank warmed up.

He was lost in his thoughts when he felt hands on his shoulders, squeezing his muscles a bit and he jumped and looked up. His face flushed brightly as he saw Frank standing in front of him giving him a haphazard massage. A soft frown pulled at the boy’s mouth and Ray swallowed hard, ashamed that he had been caught staring.

“You gotta stretch, Ray. At least your neck, you’ll be stiff for a week if you don’t! Here…” Frank smiled and reached up, placing a hand on the crown of Ray’s head, gently pulling forward until the muscles in his neck strained against it. He held him there for a moment, watching as Ray rolled his shoulders back, wincing a little as his muscles pulled and stretched. He smiled and let go after a moment, clapping Ray on the shoulder. “Keep going, we got two minutes to get that knot in your shoulder out.” He moved behind Ray and stood on his tiptoes to reach forward and hold Ray’s shoulder still, using the hell of his other hand to slowly slide along the inside of his shoulder blade. Ray winced and grit his teeth a little, not realizing his muscles had been so tight until they were being manipulated by Frank’s expert hands.

“Jesus, Ray… stressed much?” Frank frowned and continued to work out the knot in Ray’s shoulder, and after a few more strokes of the heel of his hand Ray let out a deep contented sigh, feeling his shoulders relax. He blushed as the younger man grinned and hopped up a bit to kiss him on the cheek. “Better?”

Ray swallowed hard and nodded. “Much. Thanks Frankie.”

There was no time for Frank to reply as they were grabbed and pulled towards the stage. They each grabbed their guitars and slid into the straps as they took the stage to the deafening roar of fans.

If Ray thought Frank was beautiful stretching his neck and shoulders out in the dim light of the side-stage area, then Frank was exquisite on stage. The bright lights in white, reds, purples and oranges caressed over his skin as they rotated and blinked, the heat from the lights mixed with the sweat and body-heat of the crowd caused droplets of sweat to form on Frank’s forehead and neck and slowly slide down his skin, glinting with the light. Within twenty minutes his shirt was soaked through and sticking to his muscular chest and stomach. Ray loved to watch Frank play, the way he threw his entire body into the music, the way his arms would vein and flex as he pounded chords, flailing his body against the wall of sound they were producing. He especially loved when Frank would throw his head back and slam his eyes shut as he hit power chords or a breakdown, the look on his face was as if the boy were actually having an orgasm then and there on stage, in front of the thousand and a half people who had paid to see that very thing.

What he hated, however, was Frank’s interaction with Gerard on stage. Frank was so madly in love with Gerard and everyone (including the vocalist) knew it. Gerard didn’t fucking love anyone except himself. He toyed with Frank and played with his feelings for him on stage, getting him worked up and panting like a little puppy who followed him around, and he would touch him or kiss him on the stage, one time Ray was positive he saw Gerard slid his hand into Frank’s pants in front of everyone, just briefly. Whenever they finished their set, they would walk off the stage and Gerard would grab Frank by the wrist the second he had put his guitar down, and he would slam the boy into a dark corner or against a stack of equipment and push his shoulders until Frank was on his knees.

Ray could never bear to watch this part. He couldn’t stand seeing the person that he loved so rudely abused and taken advantage of, although Frank adored Gerard so deeply that he would happily whore himself out for him, taking everything and anything that Gerard gave him, knowing that he was earning his kiss from Gerard at the end of the night. It was during this time that Ray would slam his guitar in its case and walk off, wordlessly, leaving Mikey hanging on a high-five or a tech calling after him for something. No matter where they were, he always did the same thing. He walked out of the staging area and found the nearest fucking exit to the back lot, immediately going outside and sparking up a cigarette, clenching his teeth all the while. It took all of Ray’s self-restraint not to immediately grab Gerard and punch his fucking lights out when he saw him with Frank. He knew he was being possessive of the younger boy, but he couldn’t help it. He truly and deeply loved Frank, it had been brewing in the pit of his stomach for years, and every time that Frank crawled into his bunk to have a heart-to-heart, or just to lay in silence and stare off into his own thoughts, Ray felt his heart quicken and his feelings grow stronger. To Frank they were simply best friends. They were bros, of the deepest kind, and Frank had spent many hours in Ray’s bunk, talking about his feelings for Gerard, or laughing and talking about nothing of consequence at all. Ray spent all of that time slowly dying inside and wishing that he had Frank’s courage to talk about his true deep feelings.

Ray leaned his shoulders on the brick of the building, taking a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaling the thick white smoke straight up in the air. He steadied himself as he heard his bandmates approaching the door and he rubbed his face before they all burst out into the back lot, grinning and laughing amonst themselves. Ray slapped on a fake smile and joined them in their elation of a show well played. He desperately attempted to ignore Gerard’s hand which rested low on Frank’s hip, and the way that Frank leaned into Gerard a little, giddy with the attention he was being given. It took all of twenty seconds before they broke away to the bus, leaving Ray and Mikey standing with their cigarettes, Mikey grossed out, and Ray committing homicide in his mind.

“How come you let him get away with this shit?” Mikey spoke finally, staring at Ray, his eyes drilling deeply into the corners of Ray’s psyche. He had a way of doing that, of staring at someone, and figuring out exactly what it was going through their minds at any given time. Not in a psychic way, but in the way that he was just really good at reading people.

“What?” Ray feigned confusion and blinked at Mikey, dumbly.

“Gerard. Why do you let him get away with what he does to Frank. I mean, you love him, right? Frank? You love Frank… Gerard doesn’t love him… he just fucks him.”

Ray floundered for words, his mind screaming at him to keep everything a secret. He clenched his fists at the haphazard way Mikey had said ‘he just fucks him’, and did his best not to swing and knock him the fuck out. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” With that sorry excuse for a cover-up, he pushed himself off the wall and walked for the bus, forgetting momentarily that Gerard and Frank were playing their debauched little game there.

He froze the moment he walked on the bus and saw the two of them. His eyes burned with tears and hatred as he watched Frank’s body contorting and twisting as Gerard thrust himself sloppily inside of him. He was furious at the two of them, the least they could fucking do would be to close the door to the back, instead anyone walking on the bus was graced with the entire scene of Gerard with a fist full of Frank’s hair, pulling the boy’s head back as he fucked him from behind, leaving Frank panting and whining and begging Gerard for more, his neck stretched backwards and his pale chest spattered with dark tattoos heaving and glistening in the dim light.

Ray didn’t know which was worse, moving to his bunk and listening to the sounds of Gerard using and abusing the love of his life not twenty feet away, or going back outside and facing his feelings with Mikey. He scowled and moved to his bunk, pulling the privacy curtain closed, and groping around for his iPod, slamming his headphones on and immediately turning on the loudest and most aggressive music his brain could handle. He grit his teeth so hard he felt that they would explode, and his eardrums rushed to adjust themselves to the painful assault of the headphones, and for a moment Ray grabbed his wrist and dug his nails into the underside of it as hard as he could, simply to have another source of pain to take his mind off of what he knew was happening in the back room. If he closed his eyes, he saw images of Frank twisting and reaching back to grope at Gerard’s side, his mouth fallen open in a cry of pleasure, he saw Gerard’s disgusting smirk as he thrust himself into Frank, grunting and licking his lips, but if he opened his eyes, the entire world faded away around him and all he could see was the picture of he and Frank that was taped above his head. He wasn’t sure which hurt more.

Finally he saw shadows and shapes moving around the bus and he pulled his head phones off, glad that the sounds emanating from the back room had subsided and he heard Mikey and Frank chatting with each other from the front table. He pulled the privacy curtain open, so as not to be completely anti-social, knowing that if he simply shut everyone out, they would know something was up (more than they already did) and he would never get peace from it. He swallowed hard as he saw Gerard standing there, peering down at him.

“Hey dude. Sorry about that… meant to get the door shut, but you know…” He smirked a little and Ray wanted to stab him in the face.

“It’s cool. Try harder next time.”

“Will do.” Gerard let out his high pitched giggle before shuffling off to get changed for bed.

A few moments later Mikey hoisted himself into the bunk above Ray before leaning over the side and poking his head down to talk to Ray. “Hey, sorry if I pissed you off before. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s ok.” Ray nodded and gave Mikey a little smile, glad the boy was just dropping it for now. “Night, Mike.”


Ray sighed and slid out of his bunk, rummaging around in his bag for a clean teeshirt before pulling off the one he was wearing and sliding on the fresh one, along with a pair of sweatpants. He crammed his jeans and dirty shirt into a separate bag before sliding back into his bunk and sighing lightly.

He closed his eyes tightly as he heard Gerard coming back and Frank came running from the front of the bus. He would have sat in his bunk for hours longer while Gerard fucked the boy if only he didn’t have to bear witness to this part, but Gerard’s bunk was directly across from Ray’s, and Frank’s was above his, and they always managed to be standing right in Ray’s field of vision. It was the same display night after night, and shutting his eyes against it, certainly did nothing to help Ray, as the entire scene played out against his eyelids.

Frank slid up to Gerard’s side and bit his lip softly, letting it slide slowly out from between his teeth. Ray thought that was the most beautiful thing in the world. He looked so innocent and love-stricken whenever he stared up at Gerard like that, if only he could switch places, and Frank would look at him with those wide anxious eyes. Gerard would heave an annoyed sigh, but true to his word would lean down and place one hand along Frank’s jaw line as he pressed his lips into Frank’s. He hated the sigh Gerard let out, as if kissing Frank was a burden to him. Ray would happily kiss Frank every minute of every day for the rest of his life, and never ever get annoyed by it, Gerard treated it like some irritated teenager being told to do a chore. But it was always the sound that Frank let out that broke Ray’s heart and left it shattered and stabbing shards of itself into his entire chest cavity for the evening. Frank would let out a soft whimper into the kiss, as if those few fleeting seconds of kissing Gerard was the only thing he needed to survive the night.

As fast as it started, it was over, and Gerard would pull himself into his bunk and draw the curtain, leaving Frank standing there awed over the kiss, a dopey smile on his face. Ray opened his eyes and forced himself not to tear up. Frank bent down and poked his head into Ray’s bunk.

“Goodnight, Ray. You played amazingly tonight.”

“You did too, Frankie. You always do.”

Frank let out a giggle and he blushed a little, waving the compliment off. “Sleep well.”

“Yeah. You too.”


Comments, suggestions, critiques and Ray-love are more than welcome and appreciated!

<3 KC



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Mar. 28th, 2012 12:41 pm (UTC)



I want to cry for Ray, bless his poor heart:'( I actually despise Gerard in this, poor Frankie as well!
As always, you portray the emotions and characters perfectly, and yeah.

Mar. 28th, 2012 07:14 pm (UTC)
Aww thank you SO much, Meg! =D I feel so badly for Ray, too!

It was definitely a risk making Gerard the enemy in this story, I know how the Comm loves their G.Way, but I think it was really important to do it for this scenario.
Mar. 28th, 2012 01:15 pm (UTC)
woah it's like birthday present <3
brilliant, simply brilliant, so may emotions. I wan't to hug Ray now poor man.
Mar. 28th, 2012 07:15 pm (UTC)
Is it your birthday?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Thanks so much for reading, you are sugar sweet! =D
Mar. 29th, 2012 07:00 am (UTC)
26 already huh, thank you ^____^

I love the way you writting :D I plan to stalk you for a while so beware <3
Mar. 29th, 2012 07:41 am (UTC)
=D! I just turned 27 four days ago. High five for March birthdays! =D

Stalk away my dear! I like it! ;)
Mar. 29th, 2012 03:40 pm (UTC)
awwww you're from march too ^___^ this is the best month every for birthdays! SPRING!!! let me wish you a bit late Happy Birthday then :D
Mar. 29th, 2012 08:42 pm (UTC)
March babies are the best! =D And thank you! =D
Mar. 28th, 2012 04:35 pm (UTC)
Okay, seriously, you need to stop with these amazing stories. I literally flailed so much just now, I fell off my bed. I can't handle this!!!


(P.S. I'm totally kidding, please never stop writing. I'll cry if you do.)
Mar. 28th, 2012 07:15 pm (UTC)
Aww thank you so much! Don't worry, I won't stop!
Mar. 28th, 2012 11:54 pm (UTC)
'I adore Ray and all of his derp!' YES ME TOO. OMG you get it. You get me.

Woah. Ray/Frank. Branching out. How brave, lol. What will we call it....? Fray? Rank? Oh well. Not important right now I guess. Sigh....this fic is gonna be so great and angsty!

I cannot believe I just said that, heheh. I am ashamed right now of my userpic. DERP indeed. Making Gerard the bad guy is delightfully evil. Poor Frank. No one deserves to be a personal prostitute like that. And all for one kiss? OMG I'm gonna cry it's so sad and pitiful.

RAYYYYY! Poor baby. You write him brilliantly. I wanted to kill Gerard and then snuggle Ray and then smush Ray and Frank together in an awkward kiss and just fix everything. This is a weird pairing but it just WORKS. OMG they belong together. (you belong with meeeeeeeee)

This is so terribly amazing. Like, Frank has so much aodration for Gerard and then Ray just wants to save him because Gerard is using him and IT'S LIKE TWILIGHT (i hate twilight ( ._.) juss saying) AND RAY IS THE WOLF KID AND HE JUST WANTS TO LOVE FRANK (WHO IS BELLA) AND GERARD IS A SPARKLY DOUCHEBAG WHO NEEDS A SPIKE THROUGH HIS HEART! (And if they get me take this spike to my heart and....)
Mar. 29th, 2012 07:45 am (UTC)
I wanted to take a chance on Ray/Frank. It's an odd coupling, and I have not seen very much of it around, so I really wanted to take the chance on doing it. I hope people get down with the sickness! Haha!

It was also a huge risk making Gerard the character that he is. I could have left him just unaware of Frank's feelings, but I really wanted to drive that angst home, and making Gerard a user like that really worked. It's tough to write him like that, though, haha!

Thank you so so so SO much for reading my dear! There is lots more of this to come soon! =D

(I hate twilight too.)
Mar. 29th, 2012 03:36 am (UTC)
broke mi heart n2 tiny pieces- but sumtimez thats a good thing- i freakn LOVE this story... it's ah-MAZ-ing <3
ray- i love uuuuuuuu, he should havta watch that... gerard should switch bunks w/ the laugage :3
Mar. 29th, 2012 07:45 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! =D Chapter two will be coming soon, I promise!
Mar. 29th, 2012 05:05 am (UTC)
Poor Ray... I just want to hug him and make him a plate of blueberry waffles with extra whipped cream and that mushy berry thing you poor on top and watch reruns of QAF on a comfy couch.
Shit, I thought it was going to be an oblivious-to-Frank-but-still-nice Gerard. I love the sub/dom relationship between Frankie and Gee.
Frank, however, should still think about getting him head out of his cute, tight little twinky ass and realise that Ray is the one who should be fucking the shit out of him, not the King of all Douches, Gerard Way.
Mar. 29th, 2012 07:46 am (UTC)
Hahaha, I know right, Ray just needs a hug and some Frankie lovin'!

We'll have to see what transpires in chapter two! ;)
Mar. 30th, 2012 05:54 pm (UTC)
Okay so…I LOVE this! I’ve not been able to get On LJ because I’ve been too tired to do anything. I just got out of the hospital yesterday and I’ve spent all day reading all the fanfiction I’ve missed lol. With all the blood test they took and meds I was on it was hard to stay awake and read. I really hated spending my 19th b-day there too! UGH, I so hate hospitals. I blame Gerard for my phobia of needles!!! lol
And I don’t know how you did it but, you made me hate Gerard. I never thought that could happen! lol I feel bad for Ray. I’ve been there, to love someone and not have them notice, it sucks! But now that I am on the mend, I’ll definitely be reading more of your stories!
Mar. 30th, 2012 10:49 pm (UTC)
Aww thank you so much, darling! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

I'm glad you're finally out of the hospital and are home and healing up! Happy belated birthday, also!! Get lots of rest and get better super soon, love!
Mar. 31st, 2012 11:54 pm (UTC)
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Poor Ray! Let me snuggles with you you confused, saddened frizzy hearted MCR player!

It's so weird seeing Gerard being the bad guy, but at the same time that moment when Mikey was all mind reader reminded me of when a friend asked asked me what I was thinking after a girl I hated walked by...I said 'Where to hide the body.' and being my best friend she said, "I'll get the shovles.'


Your wonderful! Keep it running!
Apr. 5th, 2012 08:31 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it!
Apr. 5th, 2012 06:33 am (UTC)
I dont know why i havent read this before,,, it was probably the ray/frank part that scared me off... i dont usually read those for some reason... but im glad i read this one
- its amazing *_*
Poor ray, my heart is aching for him,, hmm gerard is kind of an asshole in this, isnt he? oh well.
off to read the next chapter!
Apr. 5th, 2012 08:30 am (UTC)
=D Thanks so much! Ray/Frank is a sadly underused pair-up in fics, I adore the two of them together, Frankie being the hyperactive/adorable/d'awww kinda guy that he is and Ray being the very stoic, fatherlike kinda guy. I like the two of them paired up!

I'm glad you read it! I hope you stick with me through it, maybe I can change your mind of Ray/Frank! ;)

<3 KC
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