I'm Your Man

Author's Note: Forgive me, I was in the mood for a cheesy, lame, garden-variety songfic. I know it's terrible but I heard this song and it just fit. Please forgive me for not mentioning this sooner, but the song is "I'm Your Man," in the style of Michael Buble, who is absolutely amazing. If you think this could be expanded into something else, just let me know. I'm not being very imaginative right now. Leave reviews if you like.

Yours with much love,
Asphyxiate.Me.Baby.


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And as we swayed, hand in hand, cheek to cheek, for once in my life, everything felt right.

Nothing was more important to us than that moment; the sounds around us nothing but faint murmurs that could barely be heard.

It was just us, and the music.

Well, if you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to.

It reminded me of all the times that Gerard had selflessly done only for me, again and again. His own world, where his likes and dislikes existed, was gone. He was creative enough to create a world for us, that revolved around us, and he never left that safe home he'd created for us, ever. Never again did he step into his own world, were he was free to do as he pleased. Everything he did, he did for us, as a pair.

And if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you.

I couldn't doubt that he had done this before. I had lived so much of my life in fear and self-doubt, unsure of who I was and where I was going. I knew without a doubt that at times, when things had been rough, and trust me, they had been rough, his demeanor never changed. He was always strong for me. He wore a mask to hide the fear and questions that had been unanswered to provide me with a backbone of love and support.

If you want a partner, take my hand.
If you want to strike me down in anger, here I stand,
'Cause I'm your man.

How many things had he done for me without asking? And why hadn't I ever noticed it before? With him, there was always a choice. I could take his hand and push aside our problems and love him as he deserved. Or I could lash out and let all my anger and frustration and all my weights to bear fall directly on him. Either way, he stood and accepted it, my strange and emotional love, for what it was.

He was too good to be true. I regret all the times that I had chosen the latter.

Well if you want a boxer, I will step into the ring for you.

Growing up in Jersey was always hard. When you were different, it was hard for people to understand. When you were gay, you just couldn't be anymore different. The words and criticism were harsh. It was so hard for me to be sure of who I was. And when cruel people sneered at me, spitting words like "faggot" and "queer", it never took more than a second for him to jump up front and defend me with everything he had. Always.

And if you want a doctor, I'll examine every inch of you.

My thoughts flew to the very first time we made love to each other. A storm blew across the city and I didn't want to be alone. Curled up in the same bed, trying to drown out the sound of thunder, he kissed my lips in the most sensual way I had ever know. Nude and together and wanting, his hands had travels along the curves of my body, over every inch of skin, setting my nerves on end and my mind hazed with lust. And he had made it special, and wonderful, and beautiful in the way I had always imagined it be once you finally fell in love.

If you want a driver, climb inside.
If you want to take me for a ride, you know you can,
'Cause I'm your man.

We had traveled to so many places. Side by side, we had seen so much of the world. I should have assumed then that he was my destiny. I knew now, in this moment, that we would follow each other to the ends of the earth. I just knew.

And if you've got to sleep a moment on the road, I will steer for you.

He would always be there to guide me. Always be there to take the reigns when I myself was too lost to take control of my own life. Like so many times he had comforted me when I was low, so many times when he had cared for me when I was ill, a beginning of a new life together meant that he would always care for me.

And if you want to work the street alone, I'll disappear for you.

He had never been jealous. He had never tried to steal the spotlight. He was the only person I knew who was proud of my success, who loved to see me bask in my own glory, no matter how fleeting. He was never afraid to step aside and let me enjoy the moments that meant the most to me. He was never afraid to give me space. He always knew I'd come back to him, just as in love as before.

And if you want a father for you child,
Or only want to walk with me a while across the sand,
Well, I'm your man.

A new life for us had begun where the possibilities were endless. Tender, private moments together with him would be precious. And one day, a family would become even more precious.

"Together forever," he'd always said. And as the sweet melodic voice sang the story of our love in our ears, I knew it was true.

The sea of familiar faces began to clap and cheer as the dance ended, stilling us into a sweet embrace. The first dance as a married couple may have been over too soon, but a lifetime of happiness and many more dances still wait.

I stared into those beautiful hazel eyes as he whispered, "Frank Iero, I'm your man. Forever."