Alchemy
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Category:
My Chemical Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,098
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.
In the Air Tonight
Title: Alchemy, Part 2: In the Air Tonight
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Maybe Frank will end up getting what he wants.
You knew it would turn out that way last night. Just like after every show. Everybody goes back to the bus, and you end up going to bed with Gerard. You wonder if Mikey hears the two of you, if he even notices. If he cares.
Last night, did he hear you? He had to. He had to hear Gerard's moans, even though you muffled yours in the pillow like you always do.
Did he even care? Did he care that Gerard was fucking you in the bunk right across from his? Did he have any idea how you felt? Well, that's a stupid question. How the hell could he? You've always hidden how you felt. Until recently, you even hid it from yourself.
It's a night off tonight, but you're already setting up for the show tomorrow. You're alone in the venue with Mikey, just the two of you. You can't take your eyes off him, can't stop watching him. He's so graceful, so .... so fucking perfect. He's everything you want. And everything you can't have.
Mic set up okay .... amps okay ... GAAAH! Don't fall in the pit, stupid! But Mikey's there, his arm around your waist, steadying you. You want to melt into that touch. You can't help leaning against him, your knees a little weak. He might think it's because you almost fell in the pit and cracked your skull. You know it's because he's touching you.
"You okay, Frankie?"
You nod, try to smile. "Y-yeah ... fine. Just a little freaked is all."
You figure he'll pull away within seconds. But he doesn't, just stands there with one arm around your waist. And then it happens. He reaches out and brushes your hair away from your face, his fingertips soft on your skin.
His hands are so soft. Too soft for a bass player. They should be calloused, but they're not. Artist's hands, you think, a little dazed by his nearness. He should've been an artist.
You can't help yourself. You reach out to him, touching his hair, his face, anywhere you can reach. Your fingertips trace over the outline of his lips. Those perfect lips, those lips you've wanted on yours for .... what? Years now? God knows how long.
His lips feel just as soft as they look.
You can't stop yourself. You lean forward, closing the gap between him and you, your eyes locked on his. You expect to see hesitation in his eyes, you're waiting for him to ask you what the fuck you're doing and pull away. But he doesn't. And all you can see in those gorgeous eyes is .... desire.
Then your lips are on his and you can't think about anything else except how sweet his mouth tastes. Your senses are crashing all around you, every wall you've built up in your mind that keeps him away from you is crashing down and you don't give a fuck, you're praying those walls never go back up again.
You pull your mouth away from his slowly, reluctantly, not wanting to see the look in his eyes, afraid that he didn't want the kiss, that he's going to let you go and back away. But the look in his eyes says something different. It doesn't seem quite real. It feels like this is all a dream, like you could wake up any second.
Before you really know what's happening, you're backed up against one of the amps, your arms around his neck and his arm still around your waist, his other hand resting on your stomach. All he'd have to do is move his hand down half an inch to start unbuttoning your jeans .... you swallow hard, looking up at him, still feeling like you're in some kind of dream time and this can't really be happening.
He's there. He's real. This is happening. It's not a dream.
He leans forward, breathing a few words into your ear. Words that nearly make you stop breathing, because you've wanted to hear them for so long.
"I want you, Frankie."
Did he really say that? All you can do is stare at him, disbelieving, lips parted, like a deer caught in headlights.
His voice breaks the silence again, and this time he sounds a little nervous. "Frankie?"
You let your eyes fall closed, long lashes coming down to hide the sudden gleam of tears. You can't cry now, even if they're tears of happiness. You can't do anything to fuck this up, you've wanted it for way too long. Your head falls back, your arms tightening around his neck and pulling him nearer, and all you can get out is a single word. But that one word is all he needs to hear.
"Yes."
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Maybe Frank will end up getting what he wants.
You knew it would turn out that way last night. Just like after every show. Everybody goes back to the bus, and you end up going to bed with Gerard. You wonder if Mikey hears the two of you, if he even notices. If he cares.
Last night, did he hear you? He had to. He had to hear Gerard's moans, even though you muffled yours in the pillow like you always do.
Did he even care? Did he care that Gerard was fucking you in the bunk right across from his? Did he have any idea how you felt? Well, that's a stupid question. How the hell could he? You've always hidden how you felt. Until recently, you even hid it from yourself.
It's a night off tonight, but you're already setting up for the show tomorrow. You're alone in the venue with Mikey, just the two of you. You can't take your eyes off him, can't stop watching him. He's so graceful, so .... so fucking perfect. He's everything you want. And everything you can't have.
Mic set up okay .... amps okay ... GAAAH! Don't fall in the pit, stupid! But Mikey's there, his arm around your waist, steadying you. You want to melt into that touch. You can't help leaning against him, your knees a little weak. He might think it's because you almost fell in the pit and cracked your skull. You know it's because he's touching you.
"You okay, Frankie?"
You nod, try to smile. "Y-yeah ... fine. Just a little freaked is all."
You figure he'll pull away within seconds. But he doesn't, just stands there with one arm around your waist. And then it happens. He reaches out and brushes your hair away from your face, his fingertips soft on your skin.
His hands are so soft. Too soft for a bass player. They should be calloused, but they're not. Artist's hands, you think, a little dazed by his nearness. He should've been an artist.
You can't help yourself. You reach out to him, touching his hair, his face, anywhere you can reach. Your fingertips trace over the outline of his lips. Those perfect lips, those lips you've wanted on yours for .... what? Years now? God knows how long.
His lips feel just as soft as they look.
You can't stop yourself. You lean forward, closing the gap between him and you, your eyes locked on his. You expect to see hesitation in his eyes, you're waiting for him to ask you what the fuck you're doing and pull away. But he doesn't. And all you can see in those gorgeous eyes is .... desire.
Then your lips are on his and you can't think about anything else except how sweet his mouth tastes. Your senses are crashing all around you, every wall you've built up in your mind that keeps him away from you is crashing down and you don't give a fuck, you're praying those walls never go back up again.
You pull your mouth away from his slowly, reluctantly, not wanting to see the look in his eyes, afraid that he didn't want the kiss, that he's going to let you go and back away. But the look in his eyes says something different. It doesn't seem quite real. It feels like this is all a dream, like you could wake up any second.
Before you really know what's happening, you're backed up against one of the amps, your arms around his neck and his arm still around your waist, his other hand resting on your stomach. All he'd have to do is move his hand down half an inch to start unbuttoning your jeans .... you swallow hard, looking up at him, still feeling like you're in some kind of dream time and this can't really be happening.
He's there. He's real. This is happening. It's not a dream.
He leans forward, breathing a few words into your ear. Words that nearly make you stop breathing, because you've wanted to hear them for so long.
"I want you, Frankie."
Did he really say that? All you can do is stare at him, disbelieving, lips parted, like a deer caught in headlights.
His voice breaks the silence again, and this time he sounds a little nervous. "Frankie?"
You let your eyes fall closed, long lashes coming down to hide the sudden gleam of tears. You can't cry now, even if they're tears of happiness. You can't do anything to fuck this up, you've wanted it for way too long. Your head falls back, your arms tightening around his neck and pulling him nearer, and all you can get out is a single word. But that one word is all he needs to hear.
"Yes."