Title: Rainy Day
Fandom: RPF My Chemical Romance
Rating: Orange
Genre: Erotic ( more or less), angst (weird, huh?)
Notes: Slash, lemon
Characters: Frank Iero, Gerard Way
Note: For the p0rnfest # 4 I do follies, and this shot is testimony. Driven by many people (the dark side, nuuuuuu !!@_@) I decided to experiment a bit 'my skills on My Chemical Romance , which I came pretty darn well. This is no good at all! D: Anyway, for the prompt "'re avoiding me. ", that's what it came out, I hope is not a pocher .
can pretend all you want, you can lie to you, you can look in the mirror and smile, you can do anything you want.
So you know that sooner or later will destroy you both.
Rainy Day
was cold, a cold February morning, the sky gray and heavy, it was Sunday and the special meeting had been over for half an hour, the Studios were completely empty.
Gerard and Frank sat on a bench under the concrete porch, the lights were off newsstand, on that island there were only two of them, in a hushed silence that foreshadowed rain, rain.
the sat side by side, without looking, without saying anything, they were very close but not touching.
Among them was tension, a palpable tension, and they both knew, had already spent too much time together to not notice. He went on like this for a month, maybe two, but had been too proud or too stupid to say so openly. Until
was the right time, only two of them with no one around, with an abysmal silence to make a master that does not claim to be broken.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're avoiding. >> "Frank said, deciding to take the first step. His was not a question. But a finding.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're getting married. >> Another observation that had responded to everything. All solved now, right?
No.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Gee ... >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You owe me an explanation. >> Gerard interrupted \u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm married, right? >>
Frank sighed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I do not want to explain. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So I do not want to hear more. >> And
closed the speech. It was not difficult. It was not anything.
Frank got up and was tired of sitting on the moisture, walked a little, pulling up the collar of his jacket for protection against the cold, slowly began to fall a thin drizzle that stained the courtyard. Frank
retraced his steps, stopping next to Gerard. He stood for a few minutes before the other one decides to look up at him. Frank smiled and offered his hand. Gerard stared at her skeptical, before resigning and taking it, not pressed, touched only was Frank to pull it up get it up reluctantly, forced him to walk beside him, hand in hand, listening to the noise cushion the drops that were dying on the pavement.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;continue for long? >> Still talking about Frank.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I do not know. >>
Frank looked up at the sky, stopping and parandosi in front of him, his hands on his shoulders.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Gee, what's between us will not change! >> Said, staring straight into the clear eyes, seemed to have made even more ethereal.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why, what's between us? >> Replied the other, indifferent \u0026lt;\u0026lt;There was never anything, you're just a guitarist, and I was the lead singer of a band stupid. >>
The slap came the right in my face, I almost scratched, the hurt, not the force with which he had been given, but for what it meant.
Gerard put his fingers to his cheek flushed, turning to look at Frank, who was staring at him with rapid breathing, and his fingers still raised, it was an automatic gesture, dictated by instinct. Gerard knew he deserved esserselo.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not say never. >>
came upon him, he printed the lips on the mouth, snatched a kiss so intense that he knew of anger, frustration, repression, Gerard is braced against him for not falling back by the heat from which it was invested, not escaped, his language comes to life with mixed feelings that clashed with each other, that they hated to death, but which produces a passion that stole the breath, that he stole both, keeping them glued for a few long minutes and then forcing them to separate only for lack of oxygen.
Frank took him by the scarf, pulling him into a corner under the gallery of a porch, a small dark space, cool, a blind alley hidden from the eyes of all, it was there that Gerard slammed against the wall with little grace and kissed him again, pressing against him, grabbing his tongue, his lips, leaving a force, intensity, a desire to hurt him oppressed, to make him understand that it was not all there, that was all over, no, he would not never accepted.
is lost in a frantic kiss, as if it were the last, as if the world was to expire the next day, with a hint of hidden despair, Gerard clung to his arms, hugged him, he let go by closing eyes hoping that reality would not come back to torment him again, the hands of Frank ran down to the belt of the singer, fiddle pulling Indelicato, and when he finally managed to unfasten the button of silver jeans came off, brow to brow, staring into the eyes panting, there were so many of those unspoken words that would not be enough to listen to a whole day, and not worth it, it was too late, too late. Frank Gee
turned and tablets against the wall, adhering to his back, clasped his fingers with his, it violated stifling a groan, Gerard clenched his teeth, so suddenly hurt, it was so bad he wanted to prove that pain forever. They stood for a
moment, then Frank gave him a slight bite to the neck before you start to move rhythmically, starting up and going ever stronger, ever more vigorously, Gee slammed his forehead against the wall not to give in, did not want to, not could not if he would never forgive, and yet he could not, when he was with Frank when he was with him in those moments when everything vanished and remained only their two something happened, something that should not have been but c & rsquo ; was, and he could not control it, control it, lie and say he did not like was a lie that burned, because that was his life, Frank was his life, and admit it made him so scared just like to know that it was the same for him, something too big for both, that sooner or later would explode as victims claiming their hearts.
But now that same heart was telling him it was not important, was telling him to send fuck common sense, because time is not waiting, not waiting for anybody. So
Gee relaxed and switched off completely the mind, taking to adapt to the pressures of Frank in his body, mad to hear him touch every part of himself, against the wall melting groaned, shook his hand and drank with avidity all the pleasure that was struggling to get the better of him, and had the pleasure blinded him like a flash, taking away all possible resistance, cried when he felt he had reached an impassable limit, he felt Frank's body leaning against his hot, tight to his belly, united as if they were not due to never separate, and that hurt more than anything else.
It took only a few more push, then it was pleading with a sigh, wishing to die at that very moment, in the arms of Frank, which reached its climax twin a few miserable seconds away, hugging herself.
's what we were reduced to having to fuck dark corner so as not to give up something that was destroying them, that sooner or later he would do it, shattering everything.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I love you. >> Frank whispered in his ear, passing a hand over his forehead drenched \u0026lt;\u0026lt;And I will love you forever. >> Gee
closed his eyes, he wanted not to hear, he wanted to not be so happy for those words, he wanted to feel guilty, he wanted many things.
A tear fell on his face, then another, then another, broke crying without a word, letting the desperation finally take its deserved place on the podium, he girded him tenderly kissing Frank's face, still inside his body, not knowing what to do.
He wanted to cry too.
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