Alchemy
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Category:
My Chemical Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,100
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.
Into the Fire
Title: Alchemy, Part 3: Into the Fire
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two guys and an empty stage.
He's kissing you. It's all a little hazy, like you're in some kind of blurred version of reality. All you can focus on in your swirling mind is Mikey's hands, Mikey's lips, Mikey's body so close to yours. Nothing else is quite there, quite real. Just Mikey.
Is this happening? It has to be. There's no fucking way you could dream this.
He's lifting you a little now, onto one of the low bass amps, telling you to lean back a little. His hands are working at your belt buckle, then at the zipper of your jeans .... oh FUCK. In a few seconds, your jeans and boxers are around your ankles and he's tugging at your shirt, trying to pull it off.
You raise your arms so he can pull the black fabric over your head, feeling naked and vulnerable. What the fuck? You ARE naked, dumbass. Duh.
You start to say something, make a joke about him having on too many clothes. That is, before he starts to lift his shirt over his head and toss it aside. You can't help but stare.
You've seen Mikey nearly naked before. You've seen him in nothing but his boxers. Hell, you've seen him in nothing but a tiny little towel, when you shared an apartment while you were recording. But you've never seen him get naked with the intention of having sex with you.
Mikey smiles, a lopsided, almost shy little smile. His hands start unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and letting them fall down his slim legs, leaning down to take off his shoes and socks and kicking the whole pile of clothes away. He kneels at your feet and does the same with your clothes, standing up slowly and meeting your eyes.
All you can do is stare. That perfect body. And he's going to be yours. Here. Now. Your eyes roam over his nakedness like you're drinking in the sight of him. He's rail-thin, maybe some people would even call him skinny. But to you he's perfect.
His huge dark eyes, gorgeous even behind the lenses of his glasses. His pale, almost translucent skin. His tiny, hardened pink nipples. His flat stomach, slim hips, pale thighs, long slender legs. Perfect.
And those lips. Those soft, full, sweet lips. Your own lips part when his mouth covers yours, his tongue meeting yours. His hands move down your body, thumbs teasing your nipples to hard little buds, and you can't help but touch him back.
His hands move down your body, teasing your skin, making you writhe with pleasure at each brush of his fingertips. This is what you've dreamed about for so long .... Mikey touching you, wanting you. You don't give a fuck if it's wrong, right now you couldn't stop if somebody put a gun to your head and threatened to blow your brains out.
He stops for a minute, his eyes meeting yours, still smiling that cute, sweet, almost innocent smile. But you're starting to know better now. Mikey Way isn't nearly as innocent as he looks. There's a little devil behind that angelic face. But you don't care .... because right now, he's your little devil.
"Are you okay with this, Frankie?"
OK with this? You've never been more okay with anything in your life. All you want is to feel him. You want him to take you, to make you forget any other guys have ever fucked you. You want to be his.
All you can do is nod. Hoping that will be enough for him, hoping he'll understand that right now you don't have the words to tell him how you feel. That you just need him.
You finally find the words, your voice trembling with need. With desire.
"More okay than I've ever been with anything."
His hands rest on your hips, his eyes on yours, and all you can do is close your eyes and hold your breath in anticipation. You just want him to touch you, taste you, anything. As long as it's Mikey doing it.
You've never wanted anything so badly in your life. And you don't care what price you'll have to pay for it.
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two guys and an empty stage.
He's kissing you. It's all a little hazy, like you're in some kind of blurred version of reality. All you can focus on in your swirling mind is Mikey's hands, Mikey's lips, Mikey's body so close to yours. Nothing else is quite there, quite real. Just Mikey.
Is this happening? It has to be. There's no fucking way you could dream this.
He's lifting you a little now, onto one of the low bass amps, telling you to lean back a little. His hands are working at your belt buckle, then at the zipper of your jeans .... oh FUCK. In a few seconds, your jeans and boxers are around your ankles and he's tugging at your shirt, trying to pull it off.
You raise your arms so he can pull the black fabric over your head, feeling naked and vulnerable. What the fuck? You ARE naked, dumbass. Duh.
You start to say something, make a joke about him having on too many clothes. That is, before he starts to lift his shirt over his head and toss it aside. You can't help but stare.
You've seen Mikey nearly naked before. You've seen him in nothing but his boxers. Hell, you've seen him in nothing but a tiny little towel, when you shared an apartment while you were recording. But you've never seen him get naked with the intention of having sex with you.
Mikey smiles, a lopsided, almost shy little smile. His hands start unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and letting them fall down his slim legs, leaning down to take off his shoes and socks and kicking the whole pile of clothes away. He kneels at your feet and does the same with your clothes, standing up slowly and meeting your eyes.
All you can do is stare. That perfect body. And he's going to be yours. Here. Now. Your eyes roam over his nakedness like you're drinking in the sight of him. He's rail-thin, maybe some people would even call him skinny. But to you he's perfect.
His huge dark eyes, gorgeous even behind the lenses of his glasses. His pale, almost translucent skin. His tiny, hardened pink nipples. His flat stomach, slim hips, pale thighs, long slender legs. Perfect.
And those lips. Those soft, full, sweet lips. Your own lips part when his mouth covers yours, his tongue meeting yours. His hands move down your body, thumbs teasing your nipples to hard little buds, and you can't help but touch him back.
His hands move down your body, teasing your skin, making you writhe with pleasure at each brush of his fingertips. This is what you've dreamed about for so long .... Mikey touching you, wanting you. You don't give a fuck if it's wrong, right now you couldn't stop if somebody put a gun to your head and threatened to blow your brains out.
He stops for a minute, his eyes meeting yours, still smiling that cute, sweet, almost innocent smile. But you're starting to know better now. Mikey Way isn't nearly as innocent as he looks. There's a little devil behind that angelic face. But you don't care .... because right now, he's your little devil.
"Are you okay with this, Frankie?"
OK with this? You've never been more okay with anything in your life. All you want is to feel him. You want him to take you, to make you forget any other guys have ever fucked you. You want to be his.
All you can do is nod. Hoping that will be enough for him, hoping he'll understand that right now you don't have the words to tell him how you feel. That you just need him.
You finally find the words, your voice trembling with need. With desire.
"More okay than I've ever been with anything."
His hands rest on your hips, his eyes on yours, and all you can do is close your eyes and hold your breath in anticipation. You just want him to touch you, taste you, anything. As long as it's Mikey doing it.
You've never wanted anything so badly in your life. And you don't care what price you'll have to pay for it.