Alchemy
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Category:
My Chemical Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,110
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hands To Heaven
Title: Alchemy, Part 11: Hands To Heaven
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Consummation.
Mikey leans down to kiss you, that soft mouth barely touching yours, the tip of his tongue whispering across your lips. You can't hold back a moan, your hips arching up almost off the mattress. You've wanted guys before, but not like this. Never like this.
He's reaching for something on the little ledge by the bunk, and you blush when you realize what it is. Lube. He probably uses it to jerk off .... you wonder if he's been right here doing that every night. Right across from the bunk where Gerard was fucking you. All he'd have had to do was pull the curtain aside to see it in living color.
If he'd only known that you were muffling your moans in the pillow and wishing it was him inside you. Wishing it was his cock pounding into you, his hands on your body. Wishing you could cry out his name when you came.
You close your eyes for a second, biting your lip and blinking back tears. You can't think about that now. All you want to concentrate on is Mikey, and what's about to happen between the two of you.
His lips are on your face again, warm breath caressing your cheek, kissing away the few diamond-bright teardrops from your lashes. "Frankie? Are you all right?" He sounds so worried. Your heart turns over at the concern and love in his voice.
"I'm better than I've ever been in my life." Your own voice is a little breathless. It's hard for you to get words out right now. Your heart is pounding so hard you're almost sure Mikey can feel it.
He reaches behind him, and you moan and push your hips up when you feel his lube-slicked fingers close around your erection. You're so hard it's almost painful, and the only thought in your mind is that in seconds you'll be inside him. He leans forward, whispering into your ear.
"Frankie .... can you ...." He shifts his hips up off you a little, and you nod, taking the lube and squeezing some onto your fingers, reaching between his legs.
Mikey leans his head back and moans out your name, softly, his slim body tensing when your fingers rub over his entrance. His hands grip your shoulders, and it's a few moments before you feel him relax enough for you to slip a finger inside him, then two. You scissor them slowly, opening him, your breath starting to come faster.
This is really happening. It's not a dream.
You remove your fingers when Mikey leans forward to kiss you again, murmuring into your ear. "I love you, Frankie ...." The words you've always wanted to hear and never thought you would.
Then he presses his body back against your dick and your world is nothing but darkness and heat.
Mikey sinks down onto your cock, his head falling back and your name leaving his lips in a soft explosion of breath, somewhere between a groan and a cry. You can't make a sound. It's like your voice has been ripped from your throat.
You're engulfed in the tight velvet heat of his body, molten fire coursing through your veins. Nothing's ever felt like this, like your body is burning from the inside. God, he's so tight. It's almost like your dick is being squeezed, but it's not painful in the least. It's the most amazing feeling you've ever had.
Your head is spinning, senses reeling, but everything is crystal-clear as if it's etched into your brain for all time. The way Mikey looks, eyes closed, lips parted, his hair tousled around his face. The way he sounds, moaning your name every few seconds. The way he feels, his body completely given over to you.
Your hand is working his cock, stroking him rhythm with his movements. Thumb smearing precum across the tip, hearing his soft cry of pleasure. It's not a dream. It's real, it's happening. You're making love to Mikey. He's moving on top of you, each thrust of his slim hips sending chills through your entire body.
You rest one hand on his hip, guiding him a little, your own soft moans joining his. It still all seems like a dream. Mikey's letting you take him, giving you something you've never had and never thought you would. And it's all the more special because it's him.
Mikey leans back a little, his head falling back and his eyes closing, and you can't stop looking at him. His slender, pale body is stretched out right there on top of you, your hands are on his skin, your cock is sheathed inside the tight warmth of his body. You know this memory is always going to be burned into your brain, that you'll never forget how he looks at this moment. Perfect.
His dick is pulsing in your hand, his breath starting to come in little sobbing moans, and you know he's close to the edge. He thrusts down onto you one last time before he releases into your hand, crying out your name again, his hands clenching on your shoulders.
And that sends you over the edge, too. You come inside him, your own cry colliding with his, your hips pushing up into the impossible heat of him.
Mikey collapses on top of you, breathing heavily, his face pressed against your shoulder. You raise a hand to stroke his hair, your own breathing and the wild pounding of your heart slowly returning to normal. His arms slide around your waist, his thin body pressing close to yours.
"I love you so much, Frankie." Is it your imagination, or does he almost sound like he's crying? You lift his face to yours, kissing away the few salty tears on his skin.
"Shhhh .... Mikey .... I love you too."
He doesn't say anything else, just kisses you. But that kiss says everything. It's a promise for the future, a sense of safety and security. He loves you. He's yours.
And you're his. You always have been.
It's almost painful to slip out of him when he shifts his body off yours, curling up beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax.
Tomorrow doesn't matter. Nothing matters but the here and now, this minute. If only you could freeze it in time, stay here forever. But you can't.
Your last thought before sleep overtakes you is that whatever happens, you'll be facing it with Mikey by your side. And having him makes everything worth it.
Doesn't it?
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Consummation.
Mikey leans down to kiss you, that soft mouth barely touching yours, the tip of his tongue whispering across your lips. You can't hold back a moan, your hips arching up almost off the mattress. You've wanted guys before, but not like this. Never like this.
He's reaching for something on the little ledge by the bunk, and you blush when you realize what it is. Lube. He probably uses it to jerk off .... you wonder if he's been right here doing that every night. Right across from the bunk where Gerard was fucking you. All he'd have had to do was pull the curtain aside to see it in living color.
If he'd only known that you were muffling your moans in the pillow and wishing it was him inside you. Wishing it was his cock pounding into you, his hands on your body. Wishing you could cry out his name when you came.
You close your eyes for a second, biting your lip and blinking back tears. You can't think about that now. All you want to concentrate on is Mikey, and what's about to happen between the two of you.
His lips are on your face again, warm breath caressing your cheek, kissing away the few diamond-bright teardrops from your lashes. "Frankie? Are you all right?" He sounds so worried. Your heart turns over at the concern and love in his voice.
"I'm better than I've ever been in my life." Your own voice is a little breathless. It's hard for you to get words out right now. Your heart is pounding so hard you're almost sure Mikey can feel it.
He reaches behind him, and you moan and push your hips up when you feel his lube-slicked fingers close around your erection. You're so hard it's almost painful, and the only thought in your mind is that in seconds you'll be inside him. He leans forward, whispering into your ear.
"Frankie .... can you ...." He shifts his hips up off you a little, and you nod, taking the lube and squeezing some onto your fingers, reaching between his legs.
Mikey leans his head back and moans out your name, softly, his slim body tensing when your fingers rub over his entrance. His hands grip your shoulders, and it's a few moments before you feel him relax enough for you to slip a finger inside him, then two. You scissor them slowly, opening him, your breath starting to come faster.
This is really happening. It's not a dream.
You remove your fingers when Mikey leans forward to kiss you again, murmuring into your ear. "I love you, Frankie ...." The words you've always wanted to hear and never thought you would.
Then he presses his body back against your dick and your world is nothing but darkness and heat.
Mikey sinks down onto your cock, his head falling back and your name leaving his lips in a soft explosion of breath, somewhere between a groan and a cry. You can't make a sound. It's like your voice has been ripped from your throat.
You're engulfed in the tight velvet heat of his body, molten fire coursing through your veins. Nothing's ever felt like this, like your body is burning from the inside. God, he's so tight. It's almost like your dick is being squeezed, but it's not painful in the least. It's the most amazing feeling you've ever had.
Your head is spinning, senses reeling, but everything is crystal-clear as if it's etched into your brain for all time. The way Mikey looks, eyes closed, lips parted, his hair tousled around his face. The way he sounds, moaning your name every few seconds. The way he feels, his body completely given over to you.
Your hand is working his cock, stroking him rhythm with his movements. Thumb smearing precum across the tip, hearing his soft cry of pleasure. It's not a dream. It's real, it's happening. You're making love to Mikey. He's moving on top of you, each thrust of his slim hips sending chills through your entire body.
You rest one hand on his hip, guiding him a little, your own soft moans joining his. It still all seems like a dream. Mikey's letting you take him, giving you something you've never had and never thought you would. And it's all the more special because it's him.
Mikey leans back a little, his head falling back and his eyes closing, and you can't stop looking at him. His slender, pale body is stretched out right there on top of you, your hands are on his skin, your cock is sheathed inside the tight warmth of his body. You know this memory is always going to be burned into your brain, that you'll never forget how he looks at this moment. Perfect.
His dick is pulsing in your hand, his breath starting to come in little sobbing moans, and you know he's close to the edge. He thrusts down onto you one last time before he releases into your hand, crying out your name again, his hands clenching on your shoulders.
And that sends you over the edge, too. You come inside him, your own cry colliding with his, your hips pushing up into the impossible heat of him.
Mikey collapses on top of you, breathing heavily, his face pressed against your shoulder. You raise a hand to stroke his hair, your own breathing and the wild pounding of your heart slowly returning to normal. His arms slide around your waist, his thin body pressing close to yours.
"I love you so much, Frankie." Is it your imagination, or does he almost sound like he's crying? You lift his face to yours, kissing away the few salty tears on his skin.
"Shhhh .... Mikey .... I love you too."
He doesn't say anything else, just kisses you. But that kiss says everything. It's a promise for the future, a sense of safety and security. He loves you. He's yours.
And you're his. You always have been.
It's almost painful to slip out of him when he shifts his body off yours, curling up beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax.
Tomorrow doesn't matter. Nothing matters but the here and now, this minute. If only you could freeze it in time, stay here forever. But you can't.
Your last thought before sleep overtakes you is that whatever happens, you'll be facing it with Mikey by your side. And having him makes everything worth it.
Doesn't it?