Cough Spots On Tongue lullaby23 @ 2007-05-28T02:57:00

Where will the sueñ.os when not get them?

Because somewhere have to go .

But I think in the end dreams are nothing more than an excuse , but an excuse too fat. all

my strength be happy. And it makes a little too happy around me. That's what always wanted.

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Donna sighs; she knows her son. “Sure, Gerard, suit yourself.” “I know you did this for me, Mom, and I’m thankful for that; I just want to see what’s in there.”
“I know, son; don’t worry.” She smiles a bit, the same half smile that Mikey and Gerard have. “I’ll be in the kitchen making something for dinner; it will be just you and me.” His mother is happy, Gerard thinks while he carries the three boxes back to his old room. She’s happy having her thirty-year-old son back under her roof, and even if Gerard finds it pathetic, he prefers to stay here keeping her company to being alone in a big house until the tour starts again.

After all, Gerard keeps thinking with a smirk, he’s a mama’s boy. And . "Frank is here!" The singer laughs softly. "Thanks for making me feel young again, Mom!" I says, I Remembered When Would Any of the guys come to the house and I Would Be In His basement doing anything or nothing and historical Would mom scream at him with the notice of Anyone coming in.
"That's my job, they are!" The woman laughs too, and Gerard is sure I Can Hear a bit of Frank's Laugh Along with her words. "Want me to send him down with Some lemonade to complete your nostalgia?"
"Mom," I says with a smile, while opening the third box, "you never made us lemonade." Donna's and Frank's laughs Are Music to Gerard's ears When He Finds Something Appealing in the box. "PlanningSomething interesting on doing? "Frank asks, Entering the room.
"I found These crayons with the ones I can use to draw on the bathtub," I says, lifting a little box, "I plan to color in the shower wall." Franks Gives him a grin and walks closer. "Do you think your mom Would Be Mad?" "She loves my art," Gerard says in a childish tone, pulling the box away When Frank tries to grab it. "Mine!" I adds. Frank giggles a bit at That, I can not help That that's the effect you have on him Gerard. "Are not you a bit old for drawing on walls?" I tries this time. "Oh my God!" Gerard says, offended, and Adding a bit of drama to the sentence. "You think you have an age That Art?!" CC "I got sick of my own family, and I Remembered That I really liked yours." He smiles. "Or, well, you and your mom."
"We like you too," Gerard answers, Not Really Giving the guitarist much Attention, and INSTEAD paying Attention to the Things I is Finding. "What are you
doing,
anyway?" Frank asks, using the Same words Had the singer before. "Things Mom put in boxes, and if I'm seeing There's Something interesting in Them." "Any luck?" "Beside my crayons," Frank rolls eyes at That historical, and Gerard Gives him the finger while I lifts to book with a brownish cover, "more proof That I Was a school geek and Some Things. All trash reoh so she made Mikey Network With Some questions. " The guitarist Gives him an incredulous look while They walk away from the kitchen's entrance and to the bathroom. If I wonders how Gerard is so crazy Sometimes I blame genetics for dog Clearly That. Gerard opens the shower's curtain, and he's excited about this Until Actually I've done That I've no idea What to draw in there. He turns to Frank, the smirk on His face now a worried frown.
"What's wrong?" The Other ASKs. "I dunno What to" Ah, "I smiles again, and His face lights like a light-bubble Would Do in a kid's cartoon. "Take off your shirt!"
"What?!" Gerard chuckles at Frank's face, "You fucker, I��You’ll do the drawing; how’s it gonna be fun for me?” “If you promise to stay in the lines, I’ll let you color a bit.” Frank rolls his eyes at that answer, and his hands somehow decide to be at Gerard’s side, undoing his belt. When Frank looks up, Gerard is in his boxers in the shower, crayon box in hand, and apparently searching for something in it.
“I can’t believe there’s no black!” he says, indignantly. “What kind of kid would need black to draw?” “One that wants to make normal borders?” “No, a lead singer that spends his free Saturday afternoon coloring in the bathtub with his guitarist would,” Frank answers, going over the to shower and getting innext to Gerard. "Yellow Would Do, it's for birds after all," I says, picking up the crayon. "Do not say anything!" He stops Frank's prosthesis, and the guitarist mutters a 'fuck you' under His breath. He turns on the shower, and There Are A Few curses from Both Of Them Before He Finds the right temperature. Both Then they're soaked, and the silk of Their boxers Their skin is attached to. "Now," Gerard says, turning to watch Frank's hips, where, inspiration is historical. But historical Attention is diverted. Frank's recently long hair is wet, wet and sticking to His face, Which Is Also wet and making him glow - Mostly His lips, look as if raindrops That Had fallen on Them, Making Them look delightful to eat
, is actually kissing him back and even putting his wet hand against Gerard’s neck, playing with the hair there, and pulling it a bit, too.

When the kiss becomes heated enough that their bodies are almost thrusting against each other and Gerard can feel the erection forming in Frank’s boxers against his own mixed with the water falling from both their chests, Frank’s breaks the kiss.
It takes a few breaths before the guitarist can say what he apparently wanted to and what made him break the battle of tongues. “Of all the times,” he says, still breathing erratically, “Of all the times that I imagined fucking you, in your house with your mom in the kitchen was never an option.”
Gerard shivers, in part because of Frank’s warmWhile C Starting to draw, with Frank making remarks Some pretty dirty Gerard That Almost cause to blush - almost - the singer Thinks about Changing the title on the crayons' box.

Going from ' Rub a Dub, draw in the tub ' to '
Rub a guitarist, fuck in the tub ' Seems oddly amusing to him.
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[Mood | scared]
[music | Headfirst for Halos ~ My Chemical Romance]

Pairing: Frank / Gerard. For the
: "11 Reasons why Frank and Gerard Are always left alone."
Table One: Human Anatomy Prompt: 07.
hands May Also for the prompt August 2007 at we_are_cities .
Rated: NC-17 , for boysex.
Word Count: 2,480 .-
Beta: The queen of awesomess - smallearthcat .
Summary: Frank decide to make a move after years of Gerard's doing nothing. Things go Better Than Planned for Both.
Disclaimer: I do not own Honestly we're not saying MCR That They Do not Own me. Actually I just own a small teddy bear That Called Mikey says 'I love you' and a little guy dressed like the black parade That It's called Ray.
Dedication: This Was Written 100% for thetwistedstar , cause she Needed To Be cheer up - and this is my humble Attempt to Do That. Hope You're Better darling.
(also, as usual, for Lau, James, Em & Dani.)


tance, and as soon as Frank’s tongue licks Gerard’s bottom lip, he’s parting his lips for the guitarist and suddenly the calm moving of their mouths turns into a battle of tongues exploring and trying to take the dominance that each believes they deserve.

He tears one of his hands away from the cold window to settle it on Gerard’s waist; he just needs to touch the other man to keep making sure that he’s here. Gerard’s response is better than what Frank had expected because he suddenly feels a hand gripping onto his neck and long, semi-chubby fingers twining in his longish black hair. Frank doesn’t pay attention to Gerard’s other hand until he feels something pushing on his chest and prying his other hand away from the window. Gerard is pushing him away, But he's going with him, as if I just wanted to move from the spot They are in.
"What - where -?" Frank tries to speak, tries to Remember That This Was His idea and Gerard Should Be the submissive one, the one Following directions. "Bunks, couch, I do not care," Gerard Responds, breathing hard and historical historical Movements a bit erratic. Maybe I's not as much in control as first Thought He Was Frank, maybe he's just as desperate as him. They really, really , try to make it to the couch, and somehow They do. If the floor in front of it counts. 'At least it's not cold like the window, "Franks Thinks Gerard while I pushes down, congratulating Himself for rolling over with soly one needing this to happen. He…he wants to kill Gerard when a goofy smile appears on the singer’s face.

“Take your shirt off first.” Gerard says causally, as if the moments he was silent haven’t caused Frank more pain than all of his tattoos and piercings together – and that’s a lot, as you can imagine.

But Frank can’t really stay mad at Gerard; he’s still laying on the floor of the bus, panting slightly under Frank’s legs, and he still has that shine of lust in his eyes. So Frank complies, taking his shirt off and giving Gerard a meaningful look that clearly asks the singer to do the same.
While Gerard is taking his shirt off, Frank decides to help with the clothing, and when the piece of cloth passes over the singer’s head, Gerard is just right there, his pale skin and his black hair and his pretty, deep eyes and – and Frank can’t help it; while he discards the shirt, he kisses the other man and as soon as he can, he starts touching his chest.
Gerard’s pants are forgotten in Frank’s memory as he starts to kiss down the other’s neck. Wet, open-mouthed kisses that make a funny sound against Gerard’s pale skin. Frank stops once he has reached Gerard’s left nipple; it’s pinkish in the tip, a bit darker and what looks almost tanned in the rest, and it catches the attention of Frank’s eyes and then lips, because he really
has
to suck that nipple. And Gerard apparently likes that idea, because as soon as Frank’s wet lips are on it,e pretty noises.

Gerard’s pale fingers travel around Frank’s colourful back – it would be a beautiful dissimilarity if someone could observe it - and make the younger one tremble a bit and hiss.
“My hands are cold?” Gerard asks, genuinely intrigued. “No.” Frank says, trying to get Gerard’s jeans totally out of the way
They’re both in his boxers when Franks notices the look on Gerard’s face. “What?” he asks.

“Nothing.” The singer answers and tries to bring the other down to kiss him, but Frank stops, his black hair falling over his eyes. “What?” he insists.

Gerard sighs, “How are we gonna do this?”

“Well, Gee,” Frank starts with a smihim, "You see, when to two band mates really like Each Other and Discover Their hidden lust, They decided to act on it and -"

"Fuck you."

"Well, yes, that's the whole point." Frank's That smile is a grin Both amused looks and seductive.
"So, you're gonna let me fuck you."
"Yes." Frank answers, Gerard Giving a confused look, "Even I've got the lube and the condoms in there somewhere." He points to the jacket that's Since You Been on the couch earlier.

"I - well, With That whole
let's put Gerard Against anything
act you just did, I Thought - well, You Were pretty dominant."

"Baby, You Can fuck me, and I still CAN Dominate you. "FranThat I notices Outside the rain is coming down harder, I really likes That Because He Knows That Are not the guys going to come back Until it lets up a little. Honestly wasn't thinking nonsense Frank's best idea, Because He Feels the next thing is Gerard's cold fingertip ghosting over historical asshole.

"Now


Are your hands cold ." He hisses. "Relax," Gerard smiles, and Makes a motion to turn the over, pero Frank stops him with Both of His Hands on His shoulder. He gets closer to the singer, Until His rosy lips are next to the man's ear and Gerard can feel hot air mixed with the coldness of Frank's lip ring. "I want to ride you." Even if Gerard
Wants to Pretend That Did not the comments Able to Do What I've Been waiting to do.

He goes down slowly, making this a bittersweet feeling for Both of Them, mixing with the pleasure the torture of how long it Actually Takes to let Frank Gerard's cock slide inside him. Both They moan when to the closeness is even more Than They expect, and They end up breathing the Same air, face to face.

Franks Takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of Gerard inside of him, and I Also use the Opportunity to look at Gerard, I looks loosened up and ecstatic, similar to What he's like on stage, pero with less clothes and a more predatory expression. He starts moving a bit, making the singer historical open eyes, and They stare at Each Other, Not gazing at anything else in the room Because There's nothing moreGerard Makes hat come so soon after the guitarist, and when to Frank Feels That his ass is even more full than before, He Keeps Gerard riding as if They Were just starting, so ride out dog Both Their orgasms in continues pleasure.
He falls on the top of Gerard after That, breathing and lazily content with the grin of a job well done. Gerard is smiling back at him with Their Bodies Covered fluids and sweat, smelling like sex, and making Them still feel high and utterly exhilarated. Frank
historical wraps arms around Gerard's waist, and pressed His hands end up Gerard's balmy entre skin and the bus floor.

"What are you doing?" Gerard asks, and Frank Thinks back for a second on the question That Seems Like It Was Asked ages ago. This time, th

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or hand caught something or someone, or if by some miracle flew out elsewhere (perfect side, a place where you understand it and not have to be sought). Or if none of that happens, and luck was not with him as usual and ended his life in a snap and quickly ... and it scared him to Frank, however, motivated him more. But as we said, with the noise made on arrival he had awakened his mother and the woman was at the door of his room before he could finish opening the window. Linda was a good mother, so first take care of the aftermath of her son ... then the punishment for almost month and a half and threatened to prohibit tattooing in two years would be right. Pency Prep was near his own end, and with it all the dreams of Frank seemed that he would leave. Therefore in the bar where he played always felt the dark abyss that represented the three floors below street was calling him while he smoked a cigarette and tuned his guitar in front of a ventanl. That bar, reeking of more things that Frank wanted to know, was once an old house in Jersey built by someone who just wanted to show the insurance money she had and lost all at once. And when Frank was younger, had become a popular bar, letting the bands played on the top floor and enabling the other two for strange crimes of which Frank never admit if you participated or not (sity. - My Chemical Romance .- Frank says, completing the name, your partner shrugs and makes a gesture for Frank rush. aside the repeated times from the windows of several hotels Frank has been thought to be dropped is a good idea, a wise idea, there are some that another of those opportunities that are most worth remembering. Frank assumes that if any of his companions ever noticed his fascination with the window never mentioned anything, I should have taken more than a small dwelling, not the safest ... it would be something like Mikey's passion for electrical goods . The young guitarist is still considered to be dropped is the only way out, even hbut this time has a destiny. Yes crumbles ... but only to someone else. And more than anything, Frank is sinking, and nothing else you want to keep sinking, but the blackness of the night has been overtaken by breast pale Gerard. Frank leave behind the idea to vacuum only, now if you do, there is a hand launch with him. Frank knows there will fly, or you keep falling forever, he with one another, without crashing any more than among their own bodies. ~ * ~ ... write is human, to comment is divine ...