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Pairing: Gerard/Jared Leto (from 30 Seconds to Mars). Implied Frank/Gerard. (Mentioned Frank/Jamia)
For the: "11 Reasons why Frank and Gerard always are left alone."
Table two: Moods & Temperaments. Prompt: 23. nonchalance
Rated: PG-13 or maybe soft R for sexual contents and language.
Word Count: 1500
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Summary: Gerard has a refreshing encounter with Jared Leto and Frank walks in. Then Gerard has to talk with his band mate because the whole thing affected him and Gerard doesn't know why.
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.
Edit: Aparently I don't own MCR, but I do own Jared Leto... ¬¬ Totally forgot about that. He's not mine, and it's fine, I like his brother better anyway.
A/N: Not timeline. Part 1 of 2.
Dedication Forlauchis & holycloud. Also for ragegaycrusader 'cause she said she would read this pairing.
.mistaking the need of sex with the need of love.
(Frank Iero's first mistake)
Gerard needs this, needs this badly.
He needs to feel wanted for someone like him; yes, but mostly he needs a proof of that wanting. Like the feel of the not completly shaved face against his neck, or the long soft hair between his fingers. That's why the situation is so perfect.
Yes, they are in a place where anyone could come in (from the two bands, a journalist or just people) and yes it's rather uncomfortable, but as soon as long fingers start to unbutton his black shirt, Gerard forgets anything but this man and how he needed this, him: Jared fucking Leto.
"You better be quiet," Jared half whispers, half chuckles into Gerard's ear, making him shiver like a horny teenager. "Promise me you'll be quiet, Gee?"
"Yes, fuck, yes." It's the most coherent thought he can get out when there's a tongue travelling from his ear to his neck, where the mouth stops and starts sucking (surely leaving a mark that it's going to be funny to explain in the future, but Gerard doesn't really care).
The guitarist's hands travel from Gerard's recently naked chest to stop in the waistband of his pants, like a silent question. Gerard moans in response, because he doesn't really trust his voice that much and takes Jared's face into his hands to pull him in a kiss, devouring him, and letting his hands rub the older man's cheek until he reaches his hair and his neck.
Jared's fingers then continue their interrupted journey and start undoing Gerard's belt and buttons.
The younger singer's breath comes in hard spaces, getting more difficult as the other man gets his hand further down in his pants, just teasing Gerard over his boxers, feeling him hard and anxious.
"Come on," Gerard asks, and it's not a plea or something like that, but it's exactly what Jared wanted to hear before getting his hand in contact with Gerard's skin.
"You're going to be the one coming, baby." Jared breathes out and Gerard lets out a moan mostly because the other man is slowly stroking him. "What do you want boy?"
On any other occasion Gerard would have wanted to kill to anyone who called him boy, but right now, in fact, it kind of turns him on. And it gives him a false confidence that he didn't know he had which is enough for him to say "Suck me," in a low, husky voice.
He sees Jared's calm face turn into a smirk that had to be illegal in at least two continents while he agrees, purring into his ear a moan with a clichéd line that he really doesn't get.
When Gerard opens his eyes and sees Jared on his knees in front of him with his moth wandering in the same places his hand was before, he's pretty much sure that he can come just at the sight of that.
"Remember, quiet." Jared warns to what Gerard can only nod, and he's biting his lip as soon as he feels a tongue licking its way up his erection.
The sight of Gerard like that makes Jared want to draw the foreplay-thing a bit longer, slowly licking up the underside, swirling his tongue over the head, tasting the pre come until he finally takes Gerard all the way into his mouth, pressing against the back of his throat.
Jared is as good at this as he is spinning around the scenery in the middle of songs. He works Gerard's member with delicate pressure and passion, making the younger man suppress all the noises he really wants to be making. There's a stop in Gerard's will to keep silent, and it's when Jared's hand plays with his balls while still sucking on him as if he was a popsicle or something like that. When the groan leaves Gerard's lips, Jared in fact stops his movements, and Gerard is afraid that he's going to back up, but the older singer actually smiles and keeps not only doing exactly what he was doing, but also does something that feels like he's humming a fucking song (Gerard is pretty sure that he can hear From Yesterday).
"Fuck," he says, "I'm close."
That apparently is a line that makes Jared happy, 'cause he looks up at Gerard, all wide blue eyes and a red, swollen mouth; then a quick sliver of tongue as he pulls up and slips back down to finally start sucking with more determination than before until he feels Gerard's hips pushing further into him. He swallows with so much style that it makes Gerard wonder if there's anything that this man does without looking so goddamn hot.
When he is on his feet again, licking his lips with delight, Gerard found the answer to his question: No.
"You taste good, boy." Jared says, before pushing Gerard for a kiss at the very same moment that the door of the small room where they are is opened.
"Gee, listen—" it's Frank, Gerard knows the voice even if he can't see him,
and he also hears the 'sorry' and the door being closed with a strong noise that surely got the attention of a few people on the other side.
Gerard does continue kissing Jared, but his mind is still hearing Frank's voice.
"So you like him." Jared says, while he's kissing his neck sloppily. "I should have known."
"I don't—"
"Gerard, you totally lost contact with reality the moment you heard him. And thank God that I didn't move, cause from his point of view we were just making out."
Gerard really wants to argue against Jared's accusation, but he can't. The other man, anyway, doesn't seem very mad.
"It was fun. Now go and have a talk with him." Jared sounds like he's laughing, "And please do your belt right before you go."
Walking to wherever Frank was, Gerard remembered why he needed Jared so much that night. Seeing his friend and guitarist all over his girlfriend for the whole day after they hadn't seen each other in a week had made Gerard feel really bad.
Where Frank was, Jamia was, and Gerard was used to that. Just as he was used to pretending that he didn't feel anything besides joy for his friend being happy, and that the small jealousy was because Frank had a girlfriend and he didn't, not towards Jamia who had Frank and he didn't.
Gerard was very good at convincing himself, mostly because he had being doing it for five years or so.
Jared was what Gerard needed because Jared made him feel wanted and not forgotten and well, horny. So it was an opportunity that he couldn't waste, and with Frank giving him the cold shoulder the whole day, Gerard really needed something to cheer him up (and maybe somewhere in his mind to make Frank jealous too, if that worked).
While following the direction that Ray had told him that Frank went, Gerard convinced himself that he was going to talk with Frank 'cause he didn't want Frank to tell anyone about his encounter with Jared.
"Have one for me?" Gerard asks when he sees Frank smoking outside.
"I thought you wanted to quit." Frank's answer is followed by a bit of smoke, which gives him a mysterious atmosphere.
"In the New Year, man, not yet. Don't cut it yet." Gerard tries to sound calm and composed, not like he was five seconds ago.
"Whatever." Frank says and hands Gerard the cigarette box with the lighter.
"Thanks." Gerard says and thinks ‘better do this quick, it'll hurt less’, so he takes a smoke and breathes before talking. "What you saw—"
"What you mean? Jared Leto all over you?"
Gerard has an urge to roll his eyes at Frank's annoyed tone.
"What you saw," he starts again, more determinedly, "was totally stupid, and it would be great if it stayed between us."
"And Jared." Frank adds.
"Frank, come on."
"Whatever, Gerard, it's not news that you aren't the straightest man in the business. But I'm not going to go and talk about what or who you do. Don't worry." Frank throws the cigarette and smacks it, and has plans of walking away when Gerard's hand on his wrist stops him.
"Don’t be mad at me Frankie, I just finished a long relationship and I want to fool around a bit."
"Then fool around all you want, Gerard; no need to tell me to keep it quiet or to tell me anything at all, for the matter." This time Frank is quicker than Gerard and not only gets out of his grip but also away from him.
Gerard sighs and waits until Frank’s no longer in his peripheral vision to text him something. "I'm sorry. Come to talk to me." He writes, he gets neither a response nor Frank's presence, and he isn't really surprised.
~*~
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Pairing: Gerard/Jared Leto (from 30 Seconds to Mars). Implied Frank/Gerard. (Mentioned Frank/Jamia)
For the: "11 Reasons why Frank and Gerard always are left alone."
Table two: Moods & Temperaments. Prompt: 23. nonchalance
Rated: PG-13 or maybe soft R for sexual contents and language.
Word Count: 1500
Beta: The always awesome
vamplover82.Summary: Gerard has a refreshing encounter with Jared Leto and Frank walks in. Then Gerard has to talk with his band mate because the whole thing affected him and Gerard doesn't know why.
Disclaimer: Honestly I don't own MCR
Edit: Aparently I don't own MCR, but I do own Jared Leto... ¬¬ Totally forgot about that. He's not mine, and it's fine, I like his brother better anyway.
A/N: Not timeline. Part 1 of 2.
Dedication For
lauchis & holycloud. Also for ragegaycrusader 'cause she said she would read this pairing..mistaking the need of sex with the need of love.
(Frank Iero's first mistake)
Gerard needs this, needs this badly.
He needs to feel wanted for someone like him; yes, but mostly he needs a proof of that wanting. Like the feel of the not completly shaved face against his neck, or the long soft hair between his fingers. That's why the situation is so perfect.
Yes, they are in a place where anyone could come in (from the two bands, a journalist or just people) and yes it's rather uncomfortable, but as soon as long fingers start to unbutton his black shirt, Gerard forgets anything but this man and how he needed this, him: Jared fucking Leto.
"You better be quiet," Jared half whispers, half chuckles into Gerard's ear, making him shiver like a horny teenager. "Promise me you'll be quiet, Gee?"
"Yes, fuck, yes." It's the most coherent thought he can get out when there's a tongue travelling from his ear to his neck, where the mouth stops and starts sucking (surely leaving a mark that it's going to be funny to explain in the future, but Gerard doesn't really care).
The guitarist's hands travel from Gerard's recently naked chest to stop in the waistband of his pants, like a silent question. Gerard moans in response, because he doesn't really trust his voice that much and takes Jared's face into his hands to pull him in a kiss, devouring him, and letting his hands rub the older man's cheek until he reaches his hair and his neck.
Jared's fingers then continue their interrupted journey and start undoing Gerard's belt and buttons.
The younger singer's breath comes in hard spaces, getting more difficult as the other man gets his hand further down in his pants, just teasing Gerard over his boxers, feeling him hard and anxious.
"Come on," Gerard asks, and it's not a plea or something like that, but it's exactly what Jared wanted to hear before getting his hand in contact with Gerard's skin.
"You're going to be the one coming, baby." Jared breathes out and Gerard lets out a moan mostly because the other man is slowly stroking him. "What do you want boy?"
On any other occasion Gerard would have wanted to kill to anyone who called him boy, but right now, in fact, it kind of turns him on. And it gives him a false confidence that he didn't know he had which is enough for him to say "Suck me," in a low, husky voice.
He sees Jared's calm face turn into a smirk that had to be illegal in at least two continents while he agrees, purring into his ear a moan with a clichéd line that he really doesn't get.
When Gerard opens his eyes and sees Jared on his knees in front of him with his moth wandering in the same places his hand was before, he's pretty much sure that he can come just at the sight of that.
"Remember, quiet." Jared warns to what Gerard can only nod, and he's biting his lip as soon as he feels a tongue licking its way up his erection.
The sight of Gerard like that makes Jared want to draw the foreplay-thing a bit longer, slowly licking up the underside, swirling his tongue over the head, tasting the pre come until he finally takes Gerard all the way into his mouth, pressing against the back of his throat.
Jared is as good at this as he is spinning around the scenery in the middle of songs. He works Gerard's member with delicate pressure and passion, making the younger man suppress all the noises he really wants to be making. There's a stop in Gerard's will to keep silent, and it's when Jared's hand plays with his balls while still sucking on him as if he was a popsicle or something like that. When the groan leaves Gerard's lips, Jared in fact stops his movements, and Gerard is afraid that he's going to back up, but the older singer actually smiles and keeps not only doing exactly what he was doing, but also does something that feels like he's humming a fucking song (Gerard is pretty sure that he can hear From Yesterday).
"Fuck," he says, "I'm close."
That apparently is a line that makes Jared happy, 'cause he looks up at Gerard, all wide blue eyes and a red, swollen mouth; then a quick sliver of tongue as he pulls up and slips back down to finally start sucking with more determination than before until he feels Gerard's hips pushing further into him. He swallows with so much style that it makes Gerard wonder if there's anything that this man does without looking so goddamn hot.
When he is on his feet again, licking his lips with delight, Gerard found the answer to his question: No.
"You taste good, boy." Jared says, before pushing Gerard for a kiss at the very same moment that the door of the small room where they are is opened.
"Gee, listen—" it's Frank, Gerard knows the voice even if he can't see him,
and he also hears the 'sorry' and the door being closed with a strong noise that surely got the attention of a few people on the other side.
Gerard does continue kissing Jared, but his mind is still hearing Frank's voice.
"So you like him." Jared says, while he's kissing his neck sloppily. "I should have known."
"I don't—"
"Gerard, you totally lost contact with reality the moment you heard him. And thank God that I didn't move, cause from his point of view we were just making out."
Gerard really wants to argue against Jared's accusation, but he can't. The other man, anyway, doesn't seem very mad.
"It was fun. Now go and have a talk with him." Jared sounds like he's laughing, "And please do your belt right before you go."
Walking to wherever Frank was, Gerard remembered why he needed Jared so much that night. Seeing his friend and guitarist all over his girlfriend for the whole day after they hadn't seen each other in a week had made Gerard feel really bad.
Where Frank was, Jamia was, and Gerard was used to that. Just as he was used to pretending that he didn't feel anything besides joy for his friend being happy, and that the small jealousy was because Frank had a girlfriend and he didn't, not towards Jamia who had Frank and he didn't.
Gerard was very good at convincing himself, mostly because he had being doing it for five years or so.
Jared was what Gerard needed because Jared made him feel wanted and not forgotten and well, horny. So it was an opportunity that he couldn't waste, and with Frank giving him the cold shoulder the whole day, Gerard really needed something to cheer him up (and maybe somewhere in his mind to make Frank jealous too, if that worked).
While following the direction that Ray had told him that Frank went, Gerard convinced himself that he was going to talk with Frank 'cause he didn't want Frank to tell anyone about his encounter with Jared.
"Have one for me?" Gerard asks when he sees Frank smoking outside.
"I thought you wanted to quit." Frank's answer is followed by a bit of smoke, which gives him a mysterious atmosphere.
"In the New Year, man, not yet. Don't cut it yet." Gerard tries to sound calm and composed, not like he was five seconds ago.
"Whatever." Frank says and hands Gerard the cigarette box with the lighter.
"Thanks." Gerard says and thinks ‘better do this quick, it'll hurt less’, so he takes a smoke and breathes before talking. "What you saw—"
"What you mean? Jared Leto all over you?"
Gerard has an urge to roll his eyes at Frank's annoyed tone.
"What you saw," he starts again, more determinedly, "was totally stupid, and it would be great if it stayed between us."
"And Jared." Frank adds.
"Frank, come on."
"Whatever, Gerard, it's not news that you aren't the straightest man in the business. But I'm not going to go and talk about what or who you do. Don't worry." Frank throws the cigarette and smacks it, and has plans of walking away when Gerard's hand on his wrist stops him.
"Don’t be mad at me Frankie, I just finished a long relationship and I want to fool around a bit."
"Then fool around all you want, Gerard; no need to tell me to keep it quiet or to tell me anything at all, for the matter." This time Frank is quicker than Gerard and not only gets out of his grip but also away from him.
Gerard sighs and waits until Frank’s no longer in his peripheral vision to text him something. "I'm sorry. Come to talk to me." He writes, he gets neither a response nor Frank's presence, and he isn't really surprised.
~*~
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Date: 2007-04-03 07:11 pm (UTC)Love Myr
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Date: 2007-04-03 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-03 07:54 pm (UTC)JARED/GERARD. YOU. ARE. MY. HERO!
-bows down- srsly.
i think i've gone to heaven...
don't let frank ruin it, plz. he ruins everything!
damn you, frank. for once, i wish you'd gtfo.
i'll throw him into a locker. or something.
haha.
will part two be posted tomorrow or in the near future?
-hoping, obv-
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Date: 2007-04-03 08:00 pm (UTC)And yeah, the other part would be up by the end of the weekened, thought you may not like it... 'cause Frank is around there and Jared... not :(
But, hey, I really had fan
with Gee and Jaredwritting Gerard/Jared, and I'm very sure it's not gonna be the only one :DDThanks for the lovely comment!
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Date: 2007-04-03 08:04 pm (UTC)that's it.
-shoves frank into the locker-
WHY DOES HE GET ALL OF THE ATTENTION?
GUH.
i saw 30stm with mychem on the third of december... so, i found it okay to put them together. which for some reason, seeing them the same day and same tour thinger made everything better. =/
[although i hate when people put a7x and mychem together... but i think they were on warped together... i'm a hypocrite. sue me]
i'm sure i'll still like the second part, although frank needs to go away.
for a longlonglong time. or at least until jared gets his intake of gerard lovin.
i'm ranting.
:]
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Date: 2007-04-03 11:05 pm (UTC)Buf after that very honest explication I'm so gonna write a Jared/Gerard for you; just gimme some time and the insperation to smack me in the head and it would be ready and shinny :DD
thank againf for reading :)
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Date: 2007-04-03 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-05 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-03 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-05 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-04 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-05 03:11 am (UTC)and the other part would be up by sunday or so :)
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Date: 2007-04-05 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-04 12:40 am (UTC)Ok, having said that, I really like this and I can't wait for part 2. The love, the sex, the jealousy...fantastic.
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Date: 2007-04-05 03:11 am (UTC)Thank you very much!!
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Date: 2007-04-04 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-05 03:12 am (UTC)Thanks for reading :DDD
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Date: 2007-04-04 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-05 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-04 03:07 pm (UTC)The only complaint I have is that you gave Jared a beard. Perhaps he'll shave it. >.>
Very nice.
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Date: 2007-04-05 03:13 am (UTC)Perhaps he'll shave it.
*plots* maybe i can work on that ;D
Thank you!!
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Date: 2007-04-05 08:02 pm (UTC)i looooooooove it!
<3
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Date: 2007-04-06 04:54 am (UTC)Gooood! That was the mission :)
Thanks!
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Date: 2007-04-06 05:14 am (UTC)Pobre todos!
Porque empecé "Pobre Frank..." despues fue un "Pobre Gerard..." y terminé con el "Pobre Jared Leto!"
Ahora me voy a leer el Ray/Mikey y espero que sea mas feliz que este!
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Date: 2007-04-07 07:14 pm (UTC)haha, es verdad, nadie sale ganando mucho que digamos ¬¬ poor guys.
:DDD
thankies for reading :)
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Date: 2007-04-09 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-21 01:20 am (UTC)thank you very much!
oh god...
Date: 2007-04-19 12:09 am (UTC)You deserve applause just for the pairing! I would have never thought of those two. I nearly died when I read this. Two of the hottest men on the planet... oh.. I need some ice cubes...
The plot is interesting too. I can't wait to read the rest. :D
Re: oh god...
Date: 2007-04-21 01:19 am (UTC)Very glad you liked it, and that you enjoyed the pairing.
Thanks
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Date: 2007-04-21 02:19 pm (UTC)What's this? What's this? Like... best line EVER. I clapped alone in my room.
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Date: 2007-04-22 09:44 pm (UTC)