Gorgeous Plans
The First, However Last.
Gorgeous Plans
"Gerard?" A voice snapped me back to life. I pried my eyes away from the sunset before them and set them back on Frank's pale face.
"Mm?" I mumbled, taking in all his features like a breath of clean air. I couldn't really focus on making out a sound that resembled a ye s, so it had to be something as stupidly simple as a moan-grunt. He was cute - no, if I was perfectly honest, I'd say he was beautiful. But not beautiful in a classic way. His dyed black fringe fell from the middle of his head, where his parting was, curling down to just below his ear, almost covering his left eye. The rest of his hair was black, and quite long, covering his head and the back of his neck. His eyes were usually a chocolate colour, however in the light of the dying sun, they were a honey-brown, framed with a steel-grey eyeliner, and his face was pale as ever, marked by only a few blemishes at his hairline.
"Are we going to... " He started, seeming to find it difficult to word what he was going to say. I cocked my head on one side, furrowing my eyebrows, to make it look like I was in an I'm waiting pose. Are we going to what, Frank? "Well, you know you said you had a uh..." He stammered out, chuckling awkwardly. "Plan?"
Oh! That plan. I could feel my eyes light up involuntary, and I had to pull down the corners off my mouth so that I didn't end up sporting a massive shit-eating grin. Screw my body reactions... I laughed, just a little awkwardly, to blend in my grin. "That plan!" I smile at him, just not to widely. One of my Gee Signature Smiles. It had started off as a doodle in my sketchpad - the idea. Then Mikey had come prying into my study when I was out at Ray's, and found the sketch, along with my secret. In the morning, when I was home and sober, he'd confronted me about it. I'm sure it was my younger brothers life-long dream to find out that the only reason I had not been able to keep a steady relationship with any girl, was that I was bi and fancied my best mate, the guitarist in our band My Chemical Romance. The twisted smirk on his face when he'd announced loudly, "You are so into Frank!" told me so.
"It's a good idea, if you'd want to put off homophobes-" He grimaced at the word, which dripped like poison from my tongue, "And I'm in if you are?" I finished, noticing his eyes had flicked from the sunset to mine. Our eyes just locked from a while like that, and I forced myself to look away before I initiated eye-sex. He nodded, and faced the sunset once again.
The sketch that Mikey had found was one of My Chem performing on stage, however it wasn't just another performance. In the picture, Mikey and Ray were in their usual positions - Ray on the left, and Mikey slightly to the right - but Frank wasn't. He was in the middle of the stage, with me, Pansy slung carelessly around his back, his lips locked with mine, and our arms round each other's waists and necks. I'd drawn quite a few like that, after coming to terms with my feelings for him. And so I'd suggested the idea over dinner one night, that we begin a stage-gay thing to put off homophobes in the audience. Mikey was the one that encouraged it - he'd told me that Frank got what he wanted - a way of showing there was nothing wrong with being gay - and I got what I wanted - him.
"Gerard, I don't know how to say this..." He sighed, and I felt the happiness drain from my body. Was this him telling me he was repulsed by the idea, by me and my soft stomach, or my stupid hair? I looked back into the sun, not caring if the light peeking over the horizon blinded me.
"Just say it," I muttered, clenching my teeth down into my lip. Almost hard enough to draw blood. I was ready for whatever he would throw at me, ready for the fact that he wouldn't want to kiss me, even if it was just messing around, ready for the fact that the idea of it was enough to make him want to puke.
"I'll just fucking spit it out, and if I regret this for my entire life, then I'll just have to, wont I?" He said, his voice just reaching out of the calm zone. I twisted my body towards him, leaning out of the deckchair, and saw his face which was curved into a bitter frown, staring off into the now dulling sky. "What I mean to say is that... I'd like that more than I should..." He breathed.
Oh. I brought a hand to my wrist quickly and rubbed, letting go of a sharp hiss as my fingers sent painful sparks over the healing scars. Nope. I was definitely awake. His head turned to meet my eyes, which must have been wide and bursting with disbelief.
"It's true..." He looked down, with eyes so wet they looked like they were going to spill with tears. It took me a couple of seconds silence to process what was happening. So Frank... Liked me? He... wanted me? "I'm sorry Gerard, I really am..." He stood abruptly, but before he could move, my hand had latched onto his bicep, and I was standing with him, the deck chair I was sitting on crashing back into the floor, on its side. This was... a fucking miracle. Shut up thoughts, less thinking more doing! I hissed to myself, in my head, and pulled him to me.
"Gerard, what ar-" I cut him off by pressing our lips together, wrapping my arms around his waist. He wasn't exactly quick to respond- his body was rigid against mine and under my fingers, but he relaxed into the kiss once he'd realized it was what we both wanted. Our lips found a rhythm together, moulding and re-forming, then moulding into one again as we kissed, and a delicious shiver made its way up my spine as his guitarist's fingers wrapped around my neck, and into my hair. We broke off for air, panting heavily.
"Frank..." I managed, my eyes slipping closed once again as his lips caressed the skin of my neck. I tilted my head back to give him a better angle, and he peppered the space between my collarbone and the spot beneath my ear with semi-light kisses. "Fuck..." I moaned, as he hit that sweet spot with his lips, his fingers tugging at the neckline of my black t-shirt. His teeth carried on placing light nips to that spot under my ear, just below my jaw-line.
He broke off, his face leaning back to meet mine, and he touched our noses together lightly. "Mikey's staring..." He breathed, letting me taste the sweet coffee on his breath. I looked sideward's towards the double doors, and sure enough, Mikey was staring, in awe and disbelief, at us.
"I sketched us... Kissing a while ago... And he found it. He came up with the whole stage-gay idea thing because... He knew that I liked you," I managed again, not letting Mikey ruin the moment, our mingling breaths adding to the heat. Franks eyes widened, and he looked a little surprised.
"Is he OK with it all?" Frank grimaced, pulling away from me. I almost whined from the loss of contact, and the loss of an amazing moment, but pulled away from him too, to stand the deck chair back up.
"He's got to be..." I clenched my jaw and bent down to grab the back of the chair, pulling it back up, but I stopped, dead in shock, as I felt a hand collide with my backside and grip it roughly. Cheeky bastard! I wriggled my ass into his hand, and he let go, hit it once more playfully and stood back up with me, chuckling. The sky was now dark, an indigo blue spotted with stars, clouds, and the lights of passing aeroplanes.
"We should head back in... Is it alright with you and Mikey if I crash here tonight?" He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at me as we walked back indoors through the double doors.
"I'm the official owner, and I'm more than fine with it... But unfortunately..." I mock pouted."The guest bedroom isn't available..." he smirked at me, thinking of a good comeback to my blatant lie.
"I wouldn't want to use the guest bedroom anyway..." He flashed a crooked smile, as we stumbled through the doors to see Mikey grinning at us.
"I'm proud of you Gee..." He chuckled, looking at me and Frank. As if to clarify that it was actually happening, Frank laced our fingers together and took my hand in his, facing up to my younger brother, who was lanky and tall, almost as tall as me. It looked funny to see Frank looking up to both of us - he was short at five feet and a couple of inches.
"Well, I asked what I needed to ask and..." I smiled down at him, as his eyes took mine in their chocolate embrace. "Frank said what he wanted to say." Mikey looked at both of us with a comfortable smile.
"I'll be practising bass in the studio, yeah? Don't be too loud," his comfortable smile turned into a shit-faced wide-ass joker smile, as he said those final words. I chocked on the 'Love you, little brother, G'night!' I had prepared, and gave him my best death glare. Frank didn't seem to impressed either.
"Mikes, that's just rude!" Frank scolded my brother better than I could, as the lanky, rude male of the group put his arms up in defeat and sighed, walking down to the basement.
"Look, I just don't want to hear you two going at it!" He yells back up to us, before closing the door to our music room/basement. We stood there in silence for a while, then looked at each other again.
"Are we going to-" I began, only to be interrupted by him.
"Would you want to?" He asked, eyes solemn and understanding. I shook my head.
"God, Frankie, I just... it's not that I don't want to, because hell, do I want to, I just think we would be..."
"Rushing into things?" I nodded and took a breath, thankful that he understood. "We can go up into your room, and just sleep... That sound good?" He smiled weakly, yawning and toying with my hand.
"Sound's perfect," I grin, and pull him upstairs, into my bedroom. It was a mess, but I knew Frank didn't care. He went over to my mirror, and removed his eyeliner with a wipe, and I did the same, chucking my wipe in the bin in the corner after I'd used it.
"Gee?" He said to me, as I rummaged through my pyjama drawer, searching for something for him. I settled on some plain black PJ's that would fit him, and threw them to his form that was sat on my king-sized bed.
"Uhuh?" I hummed a response, pulling my usual black and red striped PJ's from my pillow. I heard him shuffling about on my bed, and chucking his clothes into a corner of my room while I stripped off. I couldn't help but notice that he stole glances at my naked ass, and I stole some of his too while we were changing. It was a quick process though, and quite soon we were both tucked under the black and red patterned sheets of my bed, arms around each other and legs comfortably laced together.
"You must know how beautiful you are," He murmured into my neck, pulling himself closer to me, if it were possible. I looked down at him and smiled sadly. Some things were worth lying about. And one of those things was the way I felt about myself.
"If I'm as beautiful as I think I am, then you must think that I am some kind of stunningly attractive sex god," I smirked back against his head, kissing it gently. He released a breath into my neck.
"That's still not good enough... because you are more than that to me," He pulled back for a minute, and touched our lips together softly. Although the kiss was chaste and sweet, not like our first, it certainly was enough to send another shiver up my spine. "G'night, Gee... I love you..."
"G'night Frankie... Love you too..." After a while in each other's arms, we fell asleep, him before me, and me shortly after. It was one of the best night's sleep I'd had in ages.
"Gerard?" A voice snapped me back to life. I pried my eyes away from the sunset before them and set them back on Frank's pale face.
"Mm?" I mumbled, taking in all his features like a breath of clean air. I couldn't really focus on making out a sound that resembled a ye s, so it had to be something as stupidly simple as a moan-grunt. He was cute - no, if I was perfectly honest, I'd say he was beautiful. But not beautiful in a classic way. His dyed black fringe fell from the middle of his head, where his parting was, curling down to just below his ear, almost covering his left eye. The rest of his hair was black, and quite long, covering his head and the back of his neck. His eyes were usually a chocolate colour, however in the light of the dying sun, they were a honey-brown, framed with a steel-grey eyeliner, and his face was pale as ever, marked by only a few blemishes at his hairline.
"Are we going to... " He started, seeming to find it difficult to word what he was going to say. I cocked my head on one side, furrowing my eyebrows, to make it look like I was in an I'm waiting pose. Are we going to what, Frank? "Well, you know you said you had a uh..." He stammered out, chuckling awkwardly. "Plan?"
Oh! That plan. I could feel my eyes light up involuntary, and I had to pull down the corners off my mouth so that I didn't end up sporting a massive shit-eating grin. Screw my body reactions... I laughed, just a little awkwardly, to blend in my grin. "That plan!" I smile at him, just not to widely. One of my Gee Signature Smiles. It had started off as a doodle in my sketchpad - the idea. Then Mikey had come prying into my study when I was out at Ray's, and found the sketch, along with my secret. In the morning, when I was home and sober, he'd confronted me about it. I'm sure it was my younger brothers life-long dream to find out that the only reason I had not been able to keep a steady relationship with any girl, was that I was bi and fancied my best mate, the guitarist in our band My Chemical Romance. The twisted smirk on his face when he'd announced loudly, "You are so into Frank!" told me so.
"It's a good idea, if you'd want to put off homophobes-" He grimaced at the word, which dripped like poison from my tongue, "And I'm in if you are?" I finished, noticing his eyes had flicked from the sunset to mine. Our eyes just locked from a while like that, and I forced myself to look away before I initiated eye-sex. He nodded, and faced the sunset once again.
The sketch that Mikey had found was one of My Chem performing on stage, however it wasn't just another performance. In the picture, Mikey and Ray were in their usual positions - Ray on the left, and Mikey slightly to the right - but Frank wasn't. He was in the middle of the stage, with me, Pansy slung carelessly around his back, his lips locked with mine, and our arms round each other's waists and necks. I'd drawn quite a few like that, after coming to terms with my feelings for him. And so I'd suggested the idea over dinner one night, that we begin a stage-gay thing to put off homophobes in the audience. Mikey was the one that encouraged it - he'd told me that Frank got what he wanted - a way of showing there was nothing wrong with being gay - and I got what I wanted - him.
"Gerard, I don't know how to say this..." He sighed, and I felt the happiness drain from my body. Was this him telling me he was repulsed by the idea, by me and my soft stomach, or my stupid hair? I looked back into the sun, not caring if the light peeking over the horizon blinded me.
"Just say it," I muttered, clenching my teeth down into my lip. Almost hard enough to draw blood. I was ready for whatever he would throw at me, ready for the fact that he wouldn't want to kiss me, even if it was just messing around, ready for the fact that the idea of it was enough to make him want to puke.
"I'll just fucking spit it out, and if I regret this for my entire life, then I'll just have to, wont I?" He said, his voice just reaching out of the calm zone. I twisted my body towards him, leaning out of the deckchair, and saw his face which was curved into a bitter frown, staring off into the now dulling sky. "What I mean to say is that... I'd like that more than I should..." He breathed.
Oh. I brought a hand to my wrist quickly and rubbed, letting go of a sharp hiss as my fingers sent painful sparks over the healing scars. Nope. I was definitely awake. His head turned to meet my eyes, which must have been wide and bursting with disbelief.
"It's true..." He looked down, with eyes so wet they looked like they were going to spill with tears. It took me a couple of seconds silence to process what was happening. So Frank... Liked me? He... wanted me? "I'm sorry Gerard, I really am..." He stood abruptly, but before he could move, my hand had latched onto his bicep, and I was standing with him, the deck chair I was sitting on crashing back into the floor, on its side. This was... a fucking miracle. Shut up thoughts, less thinking more doing! I hissed to myself, in my head, and pulled him to me.
"Gerard, what ar-" I cut him off by pressing our lips together, wrapping my arms around his waist. He wasn't exactly quick to respond- his body was rigid against mine and under my fingers, but he relaxed into the kiss once he'd realized it was what we both wanted. Our lips found a rhythm together, moulding and re-forming, then moulding into one again as we kissed, and a delicious shiver made its way up my spine as his guitarist's fingers wrapped around my neck, and into my hair. We broke off for air, panting heavily.
"Frank..." I managed, my eyes slipping closed once again as his lips caressed the skin of my neck. I tilted my head back to give him a better angle, and he peppered the space between my collarbone and the spot beneath my ear with semi-light kisses. "Fuck..." I moaned, as he hit that sweet spot with his lips, his fingers tugging at the neckline of my black t-shirt. His teeth carried on placing light nips to that spot under my ear, just below my jaw-line.
He broke off, his face leaning back to meet mine, and he touched our noses together lightly. "Mikey's staring..." He breathed, letting me taste the sweet coffee on his breath. I looked sideward's towards the double doors, and sure enough, Mikey was staring, in awe and disbelief, at us.
"I sketched us... Kissing a while ago... And he found it. He came up with the whole stage-gay idea thing because... He knew that I liked you," I managed again, not letting Mikey ruin the moment, our mingling breaths adding to the heat. Franks eyes widened, and he looked a little surprised.
"Is he OK with it all?" Frank grimaced, pulling away from me. I almost whined from the loss of contact, and the loss of an amazing moment, but pulled away from him too, to stand the deck chair back up.
"He's got to be..." I clenched my jaw and bent down to grab the back of the chair, pulling it back up, but I stopped, dead in shock, as I felt a hand collide with my backside and grip it roughly. Cheeky bastard! I wriggled my ass into his hand, and he let go, hit it once more playfully and stood back up with me, chuckling. The sky was now dark, an indigo blue spotted with stars, clouds, and the lights of passing aeroplanes.
"We should head back in... Is it alright with you and Mikey if I crash here tonight?" He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at me as we walked back indoors through the double doors.
"I'm the official owner, and I'm more than fine with it... But unfortunately..." I mock pouted."The guest bedroom isn't available..." he smirked at me, thinking of a good comeback to my blatant lie.
"I wouldn't want to use the guest bedroom anyway..." He flashed a crooked smile, as we stumbled through the doors to see Mikey grinning at us.
"I'm proud of you Gee..." He chuckled, looking at me and Frank. As if to clarify that it was actually happening, Frank laced our fingers together and took my hand in his, facing up to my younger brother, who was lanky and tall, almost as tall as me. It looked funny to see Frank looking up to both of us - he was short at five feet and a couple of inches.
"Well, I asked what I needed to ask and..." I smiled down at him, as his eyes took mine in their chocolate embrace. "Frank said what he wanted to say." Mikey looked at both of us with a comfortable smile.
"I'll be practising bass in the studio, yeah? Don't be too loud," his comfortable smile turned into a shit-faced wide-ass joker smile, as he said those final words. I chocked on the 'Love you, little brother, G'night!' I had prepared, and gave him my best death glare. Frank didn't seem to impressed either.
"Mikes, that's just rude!" Frank scolded my brother better than I could, as the lanky, rude male of the group put his arms up in defeat and sighed, walking down to the basement.
"Look, I just don't want to hear you two going at it!" He yells back up to us, before closing the door to our music room/basement. We stood there in silence for a while, then looked at each other again.
"Are we going to-" I began, only to be interrupted by him.
"Would you want to?" He asked, eyes solemn and understanding. I shook my head.
"God, Frankie, I just... it's not that I don't want to, because hell, do I want to, I just think we would be..."
"Rushing into things?" I nodded and took a breath, thankful that he understood. "We can go up into your room, and just sleep... That sound good?" He smiled weakly, yawning and toying with my hand.
"Sound's perfect," I grin, and pull him upstairs, into my bedroom. It was a mess, but I knew Frank didn't care. He went over to my mirror, and removed his eyeliner with a wipe, and I did the same, chucking my wipe in the bin in the corner after I'd used it.
"Gee?" He said to me, as I rummaged through my pyjama drawer, searching for something for him. I settled on some plain black PJ's that would fit him, and threw them to his form that was sat on my king-sized bed.
"Uhuh?" I hummed a response, pulling my usual black and red striped PJ's from my pillow. I heard him shuffling about on my bed, and chucking his clothes into a corner of my room while I stripped off. I couldn't help but notice that he stole glances at my naked ass, and I stole some of his too while we were changing. It was a quick process though, and quite soon we were both tucked under the black and red patterned sheets of my bed, arms around each other and legs comfortably laced together.
"You must know how beautiful you are," He murmured into my neck, pulling himself closer to me, if it were possible. I looked down at him and smiled sadly. Some things were worth lying about. And one of those things was the way I felt about myself.
"If I'm as beautiful as I think I am, then you must think that I am some kind of stunningly attractive sex god," I smirked back against his head, kissing it gently. He released a breath into my neck.
"That's still not good enough... because you are more than that to me," He pulled back for a minute, and touched our lips together softly. Although the kiss was chaste and sweet, not like our first, it certainly was enough to send another shiver up my spine. "G'night, Gee... I love you..."
"G'night Frankie... Love you too..." After a while in each other's arms, we fell asleep, him before me, and me shortly after. It was one of the best night's sleep I'd had in ages.
Notes
Umm... Yeah, that was awesome to write. Please leave a comment, on whether you thought it was rubbish, enjoyable or just... Ugh, I dunno. Many of my other fics WILL NOT be this lovey-dovey, in fact, they will be worse, and possibly smuttier... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll post more fics for all of you amazing readers to read!
~Dalena Way-Iero xx
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5/19/14