[11 reasons...: Skin-Marks & Touches]
Feb. 18th, 2007 12:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Pairing: Gerard Way/Frank Iero [ My Chemical Romance]
For the: “11 Reasons why Frank and Gerard always are left alone.”
Table One: Human Anatomy. Prompt: 05. skin / sense of touch
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 1.800
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Summary: Frank regrets how his mouth has mind of its own sometimes, and he ends up having another conversation with Gerard. (Again, no Jamia or anything like that for this fic’s sake)
Disclaimer: Honestly I don’t own MCRwe’re not saying that they don’t own me. Actually I just own a small teddy bear called Mikey that says ‘I love you’ and a little guy dressed like the black parade that it’s called Ray.
Dedication Forlauchis & holycloud because they rock. And they’re so cool (and they were killing before killing was cool ¬¬)
.skin-marks & touches.
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Frank knows he made a big mistake. He knows that he should have controlled his emotions, his temperament. Being mad at Gerard didn’t last very long; the only condition that he had put to himself years ago was not being near Gerard during said times so he wouldn’t do or say something he would regret. Just like what had happened moments ago.
Probably Frank had ruined a friendship of more than five years and maybe the band too. Well, most likely, the band would be still alive, mostly because Gerard’s too damn professional and he cares about the other guys and their fans a lot. He would be polite, even smile and joke as if nothing was wrong, but Frank would know it’s all a façade to keep the band going on. For some reason, that hurts more than anything else to the guitarist.
He would miss Gerard’s random hugs before and after a show, or his kisses on the cheek to say hi or just because, or any other little touch and interaction that the singer would normally have with him.
When Frank was younger, he hated people touching him. He loved his family, but every time his mother tried to hug him, he just shoved her off. Even with some girlfriends he had that problem. His skin, in Frank’s opinion, was too sensitive, and it would be so easy to leave it marked and hurt. But when he turned 18 he decided that he would mark his own skin, because no one in the world could have that right more than him. And maybe if his skin was marked in any form, it would be easier to let people touch it, because any stain that any person would leave on it wouldn’t be as strong as the ones that he was leaving. And even if other’s marks were strong enough, he always could cover them with ink.
In his favorite fantasies, even now so many years later, he dreams of his skin totally covered with tattoos. No one being able to see the pale shade of it between them, just colorful forms and letters. It would be some kind of paradise. Even though right now Frank doesn’t think there’s a tattoo that he wants to get. But still, there’s always going to be a part of him wanting so many tattoos that you wouldn’t be sure where one finishes and another begins.
One way or the other, the tattoo-therapy had worked, because Frank had started to like people touching him (and touching people himself). It felt nice, diverse kinds of hands running over his body, different skins against his own. Or just hand shakes and tiny hugs. And with this new affinity for touching, he had started to think who he liked to touch more, and Gerard had somehow always ended up on the top of the list. Even though Frank really loved all his past girlfriends, and he honestly liked feminine forms, there was something about that so-ghost-like skin and that childish face that had hypnotized Frank from the start. And the fact that Gerard was a terrible touchy person didn’t help at all.
With the years, somehow, the fascination of Gerard’s touches and the care for his person had grown in ways that Frank couldn’t control. First, it was a silly boy-crush, because everyone has their homosexual side turned onto some friend, and normally that ends with some kisses to close the subject.
That is where Gerard’s kisses on stage should enter, but those were pure playing for the heat of the moment, and actually didn’t serve to end Frank’s crush. It only made it bigger.
Until now, when Frank lives with the whole thing; still calling it crush, even knowing that it’s bigger than that. He, let’s say, survives with it. It’s part of his life, like jumping like a madman on stage.
He’s not very sure where he is when his thoughts are interrupted by his cell ringing, and he’s going to shut it down because surely that’s Gerard playing the good man that he is and wanting to talk with Frank and let down his offer in a very tender way.
But when he reads “Afro-Man” in the ID he’s honestly astonished.
“’sup, Toro?” he asks, picking up.
“Hey, where are you two?” Ray says, and Frank can hear voices in the other side and some music, too.
“Uh, it’s just me here,” Frank says, and suddenly he sounds a bit ashamed.
“Just you?” Ray asks, and Frank clearly pictures the look of confusion on the older man’s face. “Why? And where is Gee? And why is his cell off?”
“I don’t know where Gerard is, still in the dressing room I guess,” he tries to sound cool, but he’s almost sure that he’s failing miserably.
“Something wrong?”
Oh, yes, he’s lying and Ray is oddly perceptive.
“I’m just tired, that’s all.” Frank says, “And I want to go to the hotel.”
“Where are you Frank?” the other guitarist asks, now sounding like a mother more than a band mate, “Bob can pick you up, and Mikey and I can find Gerard,”
“I’m a few blocks away from where we were…”
Frank is surprised of how little he walked in…well, he’s not sure how long.
Now, knowing that Bob is going to pick him up and take him to the hotel, where he can go to his bed and sulk all he wants, Frank is a bit worried about Gerard. Why he wasn’t answering his phone and where he was. Or—
“Hey, little guy, come on.” Bob jokes from the car, and Frank isn’t in the mood to make a witty comeback, so he just says something like “Thank you, music-tech,” and Bob rolls his eyes and drives back to the hotel.
*
When Bob offers him coffee, Frank isn’t sure why, but he accepts, and the drummer says something about going to make some now because some bassist drank it all. As soon as Bob goes into the small room off the main room, the front door opens, and the Way brothers enter followed by Ray. They say ‘hi’ to each other, and Frank can’t help but notice Ray’s worried face and Gerard’s elusive eyes.
“I’m still hungry,” Mikey says, and also disappears with Ray following him, and Frank wants to stop them, in order to delay the inevitable talk that he has to have with Gerard. But he doesn’t do anything; he just sits on one of the couches and stares at some point in the room.
“If you really didn’t want to go to the party, you could have said it instead of running off to God knows where,”
“I didn’t run,” Frank answers back, and from the corner of his eye, he can see that Gerard is smiling a bit. This is better than any confrontation he was waiting for, even if it’s going to have the same results.
They’re silent for some minutes, enough for Frank to wonder how long it can take Bob to make coffee, and enough for Gerard to end up sitting near him on the couch.
“Sorry,” Frank says, simply.
“Uh?”
And there Frank wants to hit Gerard wake him up or make the older man remember. But before he can make a comment or anything, Gerard is wearing that crazy grin he has and saying “Oh, that,”
“Yes, that,” Frank says, and can’t help but roll his eyes.
“Hey,” Gerard pokes him, “It’s a serious matter, don’t roll your eyes,”
“You poked me and I can’t roll my eyes?”
“I poked you because you rolled your eyes,” Gerard explains, as if that makes a lot of sense and is the perfect explanation for his behavior.
“What-motherfucking-ever,”
“God, Frankie, what a dirty mouth,” Gerard says, and before Frank can remark with a ‘look who’s talking’ Gerard adds something else, “You planning on kissing me with that dirty mouth?”
Even though Frank’s brain does scream ‘YES!’, Frank doesn’t say anything.
“Frankie?” Gerard says, softly.
“Yes?” he answers, not looking at Gerard, but at his own hands, that are wearing black gloves without fingers.
“Didn’t I just ask something?”
“Yes,”
“And?”
“And what?”
“You going to answer?”
“’Haven’t thought about it yet,” Frank says, but the smile is too big and strong to still be hidden. And Frank doesn’t want to get too excited about this, because whatever Gerard has just implied doesn’t mean that much.
Oh, who is he kidding? If Gerard wants to be kissed by him, then he has all the fucking right in the world to be all the fucking eager that he fucking wants.
“Oh, okay, let me know,” Gerard says, and he sits back on the couch a bit.
“Frankie?”
“Mh-hm?”
“If you don’t kiss me now, the revenge will hurt,”
“If you want it that much,” Frank obliges, but he’s still smirking when he turns to Gerard, who giggles softly at that.
And Gerard is going to reply with something, Franks is sure, but they have done enough talking, so he does what he’s wanted to do for a very long time. He takes Gerard’s face with one of his hands and pushes their lips together. At the start, it’s just that, chaste but sweet, as if they’re making sure that everything is going to be alright later.
After what Frank considers enough time of tranquility and composure, he bites Gerard’s lower lip gently and darts his tongue out asking, or more exactly begging, for entrance. When Gerard concedes, he can feel the older man smirk against his lips, making him smile back. The sweetness is replaced with passion quite soon, and Frank finds himself sitting on Gerard’s lap, attacking his lips without compassion.
Frank shivers a bit when he feels Gerard’s hand traveling from his cheek to the back of his neck and caressing the skin there, just touching and making Frank breathe into the kiss even harder.
“So, Frank, you still want the coffee?” Bob asks from the door, with an amused smile on his face and Ray giggling behind him.
“No, he doesn’t,” Gerard says, and Frank almost dies when he notices that the singer’s breathing is hard and that it’s his fault, “And unless you two want to see us making out, I suggest that you can go to other rooms.”
Frank likes Gerard’s idea much more than the coffee, without any offense to Bob’s ability to make coffee. But Gerard is playfully kissing his neck the second after that he said that, so Frank can’t really think about anything else, but he still hears Mikey’s not-totally-unwarranted gagging sounds and makes a mental note to maybe apology to him later.
For now, all Frank wants to do is kiss Gerard, and Gerard seems to have no problem at all with that; to the contrary.
~*~
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Pairing: Gerard Way/Frank Iero [ My Chemical Romance]
For the: “11 Reasons why Frank and Gerard always are left alone.”
Table One: Human Anatomy. Prompt: 05. skin / sense of touch
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 1.800
Beta: The wonderful
vamplover82!Summary: Frank regrets how his mouth has mind of its own sometimes, and he ends up having another conversation with Gerard. (Again, no Jamia or anything like that for this fic’s sake)
Disclaimer: Honestly I don’t own MCR
Dedication For
lauchis & holycloud because they rock. And they’re so cool (and they were killing before killing was cool ¬¬).skin-marks & touches.
follows want
Frank knows he made a big mistake. He knows that he should have controlled his emotions, his temperament. Being mad at Gerard didn’t last very long; the only condition that he had put to himself years ago was not being near Gerard during said times so he wouldn’t do or say something he would regret. Just like what had happened moments ago.
Probably Frank had ruined a friendship of more than five years and maybe the band too. Well, most likely, the band would be still alive, mostly because Gerard’s too damn professional and he cares about the other guys and their fans a lot. He would be polite, even smile and joke as if nothing was wrong, but Frank would know it’s all a façade to keep the band going on. For some reason, that hurts more than anything else to the guitarist.
He would miss Gerard’s random hugs before and after a show, or his kisses on the cheek to say hi or just because, or any other little touch and interaction that the singer would normally have with him.
When Frank was younger, he hated people touching him. He loved his family, but every time his mother tried to hug him, he just shoved her off. Even with some girlfriends he had that problem. His skin, in Frank’s opinion, was too sensitive, and it would be so easy to leave it marked and hurt. But when he turned 18 he decided that he would mark his own skin, because no one in the world could have that right more than him. And maybe if his skin was marked in any form, it would be easier to let people touch it, because any stain that any person would leave on it wouldn’t be as strong as the ones that he was leaving. And even if other’s marks were strong enough, he always could cover them with ink.
In his favorite fantasies, even now so many years later, he dreams of his skin totally covered with tattoos. No one being able to see the pale shade of it between them, just colorful forms and letters. It would be some kind of paradise. Even though right now Frank doesn’t think there’s a tattoo that he wants to get. But still, there’s always going to be a part of him wanting so many tattoos that you wouldn’t be sure where one finishes and another begins.
One way or the other, the tattoo-therapy had worked, because Frank had started to like people touching him (and touching people himself). It felt nice, diverse kinds of hands running over his body, different skins against his own. Or just hand shakes and tiny hugs. And with this new affinity for touching, he had started to think who he liked to touch more, and Gerard had somehow always ended up on the top of the list. Even though Frank really loved all his past girlfriends, and he honestly liked feminine forms, there was something about that so-ghost-like skin and that childish face that had hypnotized Frank from the start. And the fact that Gerard was a terrible touchy person didn’t help at all.
With the years, somehow, the fascination of Gerard’s touches and the care for his person had grown in ways that Frank couldn’t control. First, it was a silly boy-crush, because everyone has their homosexual side turned onto some friend, and normally that ends with some kisses to close the subject.
That is where Gerard’s kisses on stage should enter, but those were pure playing for the heat of the moment, and actually didn’t serve to end Frank’s crush. It only made it bigger.
Until now, when Frank lives with the whole thing; still calling it crush, even knowing that it’s bigger than that. He, let’s say, survives with it. It’s part of his life, like jumping like a madman on stage.
He’s not very sure where he is when his thoughts are interrupted by his cell ringing, and he’s going to shut it down because surely that’s Gerard playing the good man that he is and wanting to talk with Frank and let down his offer in a very tender way.
But when he reads “Afro-Man” in the ID he’s honestly astonished.
“’sup, Toro?” he asks, picking up.
“Hey, where are you two?” Ray says, and Frank can hear voices in the other side and some music, too.
“Uh, it’s just me here,” Frank says, and suddenly he sounds a bit ashamed.
“Just you?” Ray asks, and Frank clearly pictures the look of confusion on the older man’s face. “Why? And where is Gee? And why is his cell off?”
“I don’t know where Gerard is, still in the dressing room I guess,” he tries to sound cool, but he’s almost sure that he’s failing miserably.
“Something wrong?”
Oh, yes, he’s lying and Ray is oddly perceptive.
“I’m just tired, that’s all.” Frank says, “And I want to go to the hotel.”
“Where are you Frank?” the other guitarist asks, now sounding like a mother more than a band mate, “Bob can pick you up, and Mikey and I can find Gerard,”
“I’m a few blocks away from where we were…”
Frank is surprised of how little he walked in…well, he’s not sure how long.
Now, knowing that Bob is going to pick him up and take him to the hotel, where he can go to his bed and sulk all he wants, Frank is a bit worried about Gerard. Why he wasn’t answering his phone and where he was. Or—
“Hey, little guy, come on.” Bob jokes from the car, and Frank isn’t in the mood to make a witty comeback, so he just says something like “Thank you, music-tech,” and Bob rolls his eyes and drives back to the hotel.
When Bob offers him coffee, Frank isn’t sure why, but he accepts, and the drummer says something about going to make some now because some bassist drank it all. As soon as Bob goes into the small room off the main room, the front door opens, and the Way brothers enter followed by Ray. They say ‘hi’ to each other, and Frank can’t help but notice Ray’s worried face and Gerard’s elusive eyes.
“I’m still hungry,” Mikey says, and also disappears with Ray following him, and Frank wants to stop them, in order to delay the inevitable talk that he has to have with Gerard. But he doesn’t do anything; he just sits on one of the couches and stares at some point in the room.
“If you really didn’t want to go to the party, you could have said it instead of running off to God knows where,”
“I didn’t run,” Frank answers back, and from the corner of his eye, he can see that Gerard is smiling a bit. This is better than any confrontation he was waiting for, even if it’s going to have the same results.
They’re silent for some minutes, enough for Frank to wonder how long it can take Bob to make coffee, and enough for Gerard to end up sitting near him on the couch.
“Sorry,” Frank says, simply.
“Uh?”
And there Frank wants to hit Gerard wake him up or make the older man remember. But before he can make a comment or anything, Gerard is wearing that crazy grin he has and saying “Oh, that,”
“Yes, that,” Frank says, and can’t help but roll his eyes.
“Hey,” Gerard pokes him, “It’s a serious matter, don’t roll your eyes,”
“You poked me and I can’t roll my eyes?”
“I poked you because you rolled your eyes,” Gerard explains, as if that makes a lot of sense and is the perfect explanation for his behavior.
“What-motherfucking-ever,”
“God, Frankie, what a dirty mouth,” Gerard says, and before Frank can remark with a ‘look who’s talking’ Gerard adds something else, “You planning on kissing me with that dirty mouth?”
Even though Frank’s brain does scream ‘YES!’, Frank doesn’t say anything.
“Frankie?” Gerard says, softly.
“Yes?” he answers, not looking at Gerard, but at his own hands, that are wearing black gloves without fingers.
“Didn’t I just ask something?”
“Yes,”
“And?”
“And what?”
“You going to answer?”
“’Haven’t thought about it yet,” Frank says, but the smile is too big and strong to still be hidden. And Frank doesn’t want to get too excited about this, because whatever Gerard has just implied doesn’t mean that much.
Oh, who is he kidding? If Gerard wants to be kissed by him, then he has all the fucking right in the world to be all the fucking eager that he fucking wants.
“Oh, okay, let me know,” Gerard says, and he sits back on the couch a bit.
“Frankie?”
“Mh-hm?”
“If you don’t kiss me now, the revenge will hurt,”
“If you want it that much,” Frank obliges, but he’s still smirking when he turns to Gerard, who giggles softly at that.
And Gerard is going to reply with something, Franks is sure, but they have done enough talking, so he does what he’s wanted to do for a very long time. He takes Gerard’s face with one of his hands and pushes their lips together. At the start, it’s just that, chaste but sweet, as if they’re making sure that everything is going to be alright later.
After what Frank considers enough time of tranquility and composure, he bites Gerard’s lower lip gently and darts his tongue out asking, or more exactly begging, for entrance. When Gerard concedes, he can feel the older man smirk against his lips, making him smile back. The sweetness is replaced with passion quite soon, and Frank finds himself sitting on Gerard’s lap, attacking his lips without compassion.
Frank shivers a bit when he feels Gerard’s hand traveling from his cheek to the back of his neck and caressing the skin there, just touching and making Frank breathe into the kiss even harder.
“So, Frank, you still want the coffee?” Bob asks from the door, with an amused smile on his face and Ray giggling behind him.
“No, he doesn’t,” Gerard says, and Frank almost dies when he notices that the singer’s breathing is hard and that it’s his fault, “And unless you two want to see us making out, I suggest that you can go to other rooms.”
Frank likes Gerard’s idea much more than the coffee, without any offense to Bob’s ability to make coffee. But Gerard is playfully kissing his neck the second after that he said that, so Frank can’t really think about anything else, but he still hears Mikey’s not-totally-unwarranted gagging sounds and makes a mental note to maybe apology to him later.
For now, all Frank wants to do is kiss Gerard, and Gerard seems to have no problem at all with that; to the contrary.
~*~
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Date: 2007-02-18 04:35 am (UTC)Y muy bonito joven! Primer premio! como diría el Señor Burns. Very sweet :P
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Date: 2007-02-18 04:44 am (UTC)Y muchas gracias!
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Date: 2007-02-18 05:17 am (UTC)Dirty Mouth? Clean it up with Orbits™
ahah but this was great!! i fuckin loved it
cute...very cute
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Date: 2007-02-18 06:10 am (UTC)glad to kno that! thanks!
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Date: 2007-02-18 06:26 am (UTC)this is really coming along.
i love the way you write and i loved the piece prior to this.
i love your dialouge, it adds a sense of fun and style to the piece.
i need more please.
favorite line- "...but he still hears Mikey’s not-totally-unwarranted gagging sounds and makes a mental note to maybe apology to him later."
i got a cute little picture in my head when i read that!
<3
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Date: 2007-02-18 06:51 am (UTC)and there are more of this 2 coming soon :)
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Date: 2007-02-18 06:26 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2007-02-18 02:54 pm (UTC)Wonderful.
I liked the dialogue so much. And that it has a happee ending.
the drummer says something about going to make some now because some bassist drank it all
Hmm, who can this be? I laughed so much at this line. *thumbs up*
“So, Frank, you still want the coffee?” Bob asks from the door, with an amused smile on his face and Ray giggling behind him.
“No, he doesn’t,” Gerard says, and Frank almost dies when he notices that the singer’s breathing is hard and that it’s his fault, “And unless you two want to see us making out, I suggest that you can go to other rooms.”
And those lines are just *wants to hug them*
Great.
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Date: 2007-02-18 08:28 pm (UTC)Thank you very much and i'm very glad to know you liked it :)
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Date: 2007-02-18 08:26 pm (UTC)Glad to know your liking what I do :)
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Date: 2007-02-18 05:09 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2007-02-18 05:09 pm (UTC)Thanks for posting it at JerseySunsets. (=
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Date: 2007-02-18 09:01 pm (UTC)amazing!
ohgoodness is that spanish down there?
i love spanish!! :)
this was really quite fantasticcc.
have you writtne other things?
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Date: 2007-02-18 11:14 pm (UTC)and yes, spanish is my first lenguage, so probably there's some of it around ;)
Again, thank you very much! :)
(if you want to can check my memories (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=ladyrocketdale&keyword=My+Fics&filter=all), there's some things in there)
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Date: 2007-02-18 09:37 pm (UTC)wonderful.
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Date: 2007-02-18 11:12 pm (UTC)Thanks, you know how important is your opinion to me ;)
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Date: 2007-02-19 04:38 am (UTC)and yeah, but i'm just trying that, not my best thing :(
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Date: 2007-03-06 03:39 am (UTC)din't knew you liked slash man *is surprised*
Thanks, of curse, for reading! *hugs*