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We're owl exterminators
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Hidden Talent

Hidden Talent
Pairing: Ray Toro/Bob Bryar
Rating: PG-13
POV: Ray

"Is he still in there?"

"Yep." I replied with a nod, with a hair bouncing as I did so.

"How long's it been?" Mikey asked again, taking a seat beside me and Frankie on the couch. We were in the lounge of a house in New Jersey, which we called our retreat. It was where we came to spend some time to ourselves and just... hang out. Plus it was close enough to most of our families that we could go and see them if we wanted, like Gerard had decided to do today. Of course, for him to just see his mother was like mission impossible due to all the fans.

"Over 4 hours now." Frank said simply, keeping his gaze on the screen ebfore him. He only knew that cause he'd asked then if Bob wanted to join us, he's just said no from the other side of his door and left us to start a Star Wars marathon alone. The end credits for Attack Of The Clones were now rolling. I glanced at the small guitarist as he resumed humming the theme. And everyone thought Gerard as the geek.

"What do think he's been doing?"

"Epically jacking off." I sighed at Frank's answer, rolling my eyes.

"I'm sure it's something more constructive. Like reading a book or doing that mask.."

"Shit, we've still got to do those things?" Mikey'ds voice sounded paniced, his eyes suddenly going wide. He leaped of the seat, running out the room, muttering to himself about how stupid these whole masks were. I couldn't help but laugh. Me and Frank had finised ours days ago, with Gerard finishing his yesterday. Trust Mikey to forget completely.

"I'm gonna go see what he's up to, I'll be back soon." I gave him one of my trademark smiles, then left, curiousity overwhelming me once more about what our drummer could be doing. I gripped the handle to the door to his room, turning it and opening it just enough for me to squeeze inside. Scattered on the bed were a bunch of sheets of paper, each with drawings of the outline of the mask, each one filled in differently. There had to be at least ten different designs on the bed and I could see more were on the floor. All had a pencil X through them, making them all rejects. Bob was seated at the desk he had in here and I headed over to him quietly. I could see that his eyes were clearly darting from the final design he had to the mask before him, his hand clutching a fine paint brush and making delicate strokes. He bit his lower lip in concentration, then raised the brush, setting it aside and studying it. Apparently he was now finished.

"Wanna see?" He spoke softly, not even looking in my direction. I wondered when he'd realised I'd been watching him. I merely nodded, which he picked up on. "It's not perfect but..." He moved his chair back a little, gesturing for me to look at the mask. I shifted forward to have a look, glancing down at the mask he's been working on. I gasped at the sight of it, the amount of work he'd put into it clear.

"Oh wow Bob... that is... absolutely amazing." I couldn't quite believe that he'd spent so much time on it and made it so detailed. "I'm stunned Bob, I never knew you had such talent..."

He shrugged and smiled, his cheeks blushing bright red. "Thank you." I turned back to him, kissing him on the cheek.

"You should know I have many hidden talents." He winked, reaching up and groped at my ass making me whimper. "I'm gonna get something to eat and stuff now, but later..." He trailed his fingertips over my thigh, making it clear what he meant yet also leaving me with no exact details. He kissed my cheek, his stubble brushing against my skin, then he headed out the room. I gazed at his beautiful mask again, still aaazed by it, then I left to, returning to Frank.
Tags: bob bryar, bob bryar/ray toro, fic, my chemical romance, ray toro, slash
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