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Melody's POV
The concert was insane. The way Pete danced around the stage, jumping and twirling from one side to the other reminded me so much of Frank it was ridiculous. Mikey was right, Frank and Pete could definitely be twins. It wasn't just Pete, though, it was everything. The multi-colored, flashing lights dancing off of the stage, the band, the crowd was breathtaking. The way the venue boomed with life, with the screams of the crowd. The feeling of the music vibrating through my body, through my soul. Seeing Joe spin and jump, playing his heart out. Andy beating on his drums with every ounce of his being. The angelic sound of Patrick's voice and the way it carried over the screaming of the crowd, the cheering of fans was unreal.
Frank stood beside me, grasping my hand in his as we bounced on our toes, rocking to the music. The last chords of Thnks Fr Th Mmrs rang out through the venue just seconds before Pete's voice boomed through the speakers.
"New York City, how are you doing tonight?!" The crowd roared back at him. "I have a question for all of you. Who here loves My Chemical Romance?" Again, the crowd roared, screaming and cheering. "Wait, wait, hold up. I said, who here loves My Chemical Fucking Romance?!" The venue boomed with cheers and screams.
I shot a glance at Frank, wondering what in the hell could be going on. He grinned back at me with that mischievous smirk that meant he knew something I didn't know.
"Frankie, what's going on?" He shrugged innocently before winking at me. I knew he wouldn't tell me so I turned my attention back to Pete.
"Alright, alright." Pete continued to address the crowd. "We have a very special surprise for you all tonight. Our good friend, Frank Iero, is in the building." The crowd erupted into cheers. "You heard 'em, Frank, get your ass out here."
I gaped up at Frank as he grinned down at me.
"I'll be back, babe, don't over-exert yourself, okay?" I grinned.
"Of course not, now get out there and play."
He rubbed my stomach and planted a kiss to my forehead before jogging out to join the band on stage. As Frank came into view the crowd exploded with screams, the fans cheering their hearts out. Frank grinned widely, blowing the crowd a kiss before taking the proffered guitar from Patrick and joining Pete at the left side of the stage.
"Hello, New York. How are you all tonight?" Frank screamed into the mic, causing a roar to rip through the venue.
"Alright, settle down. This next one goes out to two very special fans tonight. Cassie and Leanna, this one is for you." Pete screamed into the mic just before the first chord of I Don't Care echoed through the arena.
A smile split my face as I peeked around to the front row to see the huge smile on Cassie's face and the wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression on Leanna's face. It warmed my heart to see how happy the two were just to be here, to have one amazing night of fun with no worries.
I watched in awe as Frank tore across the stage, spinning and headbanging, playing his heart out through every note. I would be lying if I said the way he moved didn't amaze me, ignite something deep inside of me, making me want him that much more. My eyes never once left him as he joined Pete back on the left side, the two screaming the lyrics out. Pete's voice rang out through the arena just after the last notes of I Don't Care echoed around us.
"This next one goes out to the most amazing girl in the entire building. I want to hear everyone scream. Raise your fucking voices!" The cheers of the fans was nearly deafening. "You see, this girl is so special to me because in just a couple of months she will be giving me the most precious gift of all. Melody, why don't you join us." Pete yelled, smirking mischievously in my direction.
My jaw nearly hit the floor and my eyes practically bulged out of my skull as I realized Pete was talking to me, beckoning me to come out on stage. I shook my head frantically.
"Oh Melody." Pete sang. "I want everyone to help me out here. You see, Melody is a bit shy so why don't we give her our best welcome." Pete directed the crowd in a chant of my name.
The crowd erupted in a chant of 'Melody' and I froze. It was crazy to hear so many people chanting my name. It was more than crazy, it was insane, surreal. These people didn't even know me. They had no clue who I was yet they were helping Pete in his efforts to beckon me out on stage. Frank jogged over to my side and wrapped his arms around me.
"Hey, are you okay?" I shook my head, staring up at him with wide eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't know he was going to do that."
"Fr-Frankie, I'm not so sure about this."
"You don't have to come out if you don't want to. I know it can be intimidating with all of those people."
"It's not just that, Frankie. What about reporters?" Frank smiled warmly.
"I told you I didn't care about that anymore. I don't care if the whole world knows about her, Mel. I am not ashamed of our daughter. Besides, with the way Pete is going on out there about his niece no one will even suspect me as the father." I bit my lip, contemplating his words. I know Frank is unashamed when it comes to our daughter I just don't know if I am ready to be in the spotlight as 'Frank's baby momma' so to speak.
"Come on, it's okay. Just listen to that crowd. It will be fine." I bit my lip, my body shaking with nerves.
"Are you sure?" Frank smiled warmly.
"Of course. Now come on before Pete starts a riot." Frank chuckled which made me smile. I took a deep breath and let Frank lead me out on stage.
"There she is." Pete grinned. The venue exploded with screams.
Frank lead me to Pete's side and Pete wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I could feel the heat rising up my neck to my cheeks as every set of eyes in the arena landed on me.
"You see this beautiful girl?" The crowd cheered. "This girl is carrying a very precious package. I like to call her my future niece." Once again the arena was filled with screaming and cheering and even a few 'awws'. I couldn't help but blush as I waved to the packed arena.
"Alright, everyone give Melody one last cheer before she returns backstage." The crowd roared and cameras flashed all around me. I gave the crowd one last wave before making my way back to the side of the stage just out of view.
"Melody, this one is for you." Frank announced into the mic just before the first chord of The Carpal Tunnel of Love filled my ears.
I shook my head, a wide smile plastered to my face. I should have known when Frank questioned me about my favorite Fall Out Boy song. I should have had some sort of idea when Pete announced he had a surprise for me. Now it all made since. I laughed at my own cluelessness.
My eyes never left Frank as he jumped around the stage, headbanging, playing harder than I had ever seen him play before. Sweat rolled off of him as his hair whipped back and forth, sticking to his face. I loved watching him play. You could tell how passionate he was just watching him. He poured every ounce of his soul into the music. Not to even mention how incredibly sexy he looked.
Frank finished out the show with the band as I watched from the side. The crowd went wild, begging for an encore which the guys more than gladly gave them. By the time Frank made it off stage he was dripping with sweat and strangely enough, that made a desire deep within me stir, sending my mind into a whirlwind of less than innocent images of his body pressed against mine, sweat rolling off of him, mingling with my own.
I shook those images from my head as Frank enveloped me in a tight hug. Now was not the time to be fantasizing about Frank, not with his hot, sweaty body pressed oh-so-close to my own.
"What did you think?" Frank questioned, his hot breath tickling the shell of my ear, doing absolutely nothing to help my current state of mind. I practically had to bite back a moan. Fucking hormones, I swear.
He pulled back, resting his hands on my shoulders, grinning down at me. I grinned back up at him.
"You were great. You all were. Second best concert I have ever been to." Frank smiled lopsidedly at me.
"Second?"
"Of course, nothing beats seeing you play your own songs with such passion. I swear, it's like you pour all of your heart and soul into your guitar when you play." I blushed slightly, realizing I was gushing.
"That's what it feels like to me. I try to put everything into it when I play. I feel like I belong on that stage. Like, that's my purpose in life. Well, one of them." He smiled, placing a protective hand over my stomach.
"Come on, guys!" Pete yelled. Frank and I turned to see him bouncing on his toes, motioning for us to follow him. "I'm starving, let's eat!" Frank and I shared a giggle.
"Let's go before he feels the need to drag us there."
Frank grasped my hand and lead me back to the guys' dressing room, stopping just outside the door where Cassie and Leanna stood, waiting.
"You might want to stay here. Knowing Pete he's probably running around in there naked." I snorted.
"Like the entire universe hasn't already seen what he has to offer." Frank frowned.
"Still. I'll be right back." I nodded, watching him enter the dressing room before turning to smile at Cassie and Leanna.
"Did you guys have fun?" They both grinned widely, the excitement clearly written across their faces.
"Best night of my life." Leanna grinned, bouncing on her toes with excitement.
"I second that." Cassie smiled.
"I'm glad you had fun."
"It was so sweet the way Frank dedicated that song to you." I blushed as a smile creeped across my face.
"Yeah." I whispered kind of breathlessly because it was sweet. It was one of the sweetest goddamn things anyone had ever done for me. "You, too, though. Can you believe it?"
"No." Leanna laughed. "I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them."
"That's what pictures are for." I grinned, shooting her a wink. She laughed.
The door to the guys' dressing room flew open and Pete darted out, giggling like a mad person, with Patrick's hat in his hand. A red-faced Patrick chased him down the hall as the rest of us basically doubled over in laughter, watching Pete twist and turn to escape Patrick's wrath.
"That never gets old." Frank chuckled as he slipped an arm around my waist. "Are you hungry?" I nodded. "Pete made reservations at some restaurant for us. All of us, actually." Frank smiled, directing the last bit of his statement toward Cassie and Leanna.
"That's generous of you but we really don't want to intrude." Cassie shook her head. Leanna tried to hide her frown but to no avail. Frank noticed everything.
"Nonsense. You are not intruding. Pete wouldn't have offered if he didn't want you to come along." Cassie bit her lip, contemplating for a moment before nodding.
"Okay but as long as you are sure it's not an intrusion." Frank smiled.
"I'm sure. Excuse me for a moment, ladies. I have to save a certain hyper idiot."
I laughed as I watched Frank sneak up behind Pete and grab him around the waist, successfully startling him and making him drop Patrick's hat. Pete squirmed and kicked in Frank's arms but Frank proved to be surprisingly strong, keeping a tight hold of Pete.
"Dammit, Frank! Put me down!"
"Not until you chill the fuck out, dude."
It was comical the way Pete childishly glared at Frank over his shoulder before smirking and falling limp, causing Frank to fall back with Pete landing on top of him. Frank scoffed as he pushed the giggling Pete off of him.
"You are a fucking two year old, Wentz." Pete snorted.
"Like you're any better, Iero."
Cassie, Leanna, Joe, Andy, and I stood back watching the scene, snickering among ourselves. I couldn't help but think back on how true Mikey's words seemed to be. Frank and Pete could, for all intents and purposes, be twins minus their looks. Even then they resembled; dark hair, tiny frames, basically midgets, covered in tattoos, never-ending energy. Yeah, they could at least be brothers.
"Will you two knock it off? I'm fucking starving." Patrick grunted, fussing at the two men currently wrestling around on the floor.
"Fine." Pete huffed. "Truce?" He questioned, stretching a hand out to Frank.
"Truce." Frank nodded, shaking his hand.
"Good. Great. Let's go." Patrick muttered.
After a few moments of gathering our things we managed to pile into our separate vehicles, Frank and I with Pete once again. I didn't ask where we were going because I knew Pete wouldn't tell me. Several minutes later Pete pulled into the parking lot of a pizzeria and my stomach growled in anticipation.
"Holy fuck, Pete, I love you!" Frank exclaimed, startling me. "I love this fucking place!" Well that explained Frank's sudden outburst. "Mel, they have the best pizza I have ever fucking tasted." I giggled at the seriousness of Frank's face. It was quite obvious he liked this place. A lot.
Frank practically dragged me from the car and to the door as Pete trailed behind us, chuckling the entire time. With the reservations Pete had made it didn't take long before we were sat in a back corner, conversing as we awaited our order.
"This place is so good." Cassie gushed. Leanna nodded her agreement. I only shrugged because I had never been here in my life and as far as I was concerned it was just pizza.
"I have never been here. I mean, it's just pizza, right?"
Frank's eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up, disappearing behind his hair. In fact, the entire table had their own version of a surprised look on their face.
"What?"
"Just pizza? This isn't just pizza, Mel. This is the best pizza in New York. This is Lombardi's." There it was, Frank's comical serious face again. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, okay, calm down, Frankie." Pete chuckled. "Just wait and let her try it on her own."
"But-"
"Relax, Frank, it'll be here in a few minutes." Patrick grunted, a smile creeping across his face.
Frank gave up, a slight pout on his lips. I ruffled his hair playfully and he scoffed. Just minutes later our order arrived and Frank practically shoved a piece of cheese pizza into my mouth. I laughed at him but took the proffered pizza, taking a small bite. Frank had been right about one thing. This was definitely the best pizza I had ever tasted in my entire life. I even let a small moan tumble from my mouth. Frank smirked at me.
"I told you." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up." He laughed. "You're right, though. This is the best pizza I have ever tasted."
"You don't have to tell me, I know."
We spent the rest of our meal alternating between stuffing our mouths and conversing with our friends. By the time we left a million pictures had been taken between us and I had exchanged phone numbers with both Cassie and Leanna. I don't know about Frank but I know I want to keep in contact with them as often as possible.
The entire drive back to the hotel my mind was consumed of thoughts of one thing: Frank. The way Frank moved on stage, the way he stayed so close to me, as if to protect me. The longing stares he doesn''t think I notice, the way his clothes clung to his body from sweat after a show. Everything about Frank turns me on, makes me want him. It isn't just about sex, though, it's about the closeness, the intimacy. I'm tired of not having that, especially knowing Frank wants it, too. Knowing Frank wants me in the same way I want him but not being willing to allow it to happen drives me insane.
I decided, then and there, I would do whatever I could to change that. I know it won't be easy with the way Frank keeps pushing me away but I also know if I push hard enough, show him how much he's driving me insane, maybe drive him to the point of insanity he will crack.
Once we arrived back at the hotel Frank and I parted ways with Pete and went back to our room. I decided I was tired of letting Frank push me away and I wasn't having it anymore. I would make him let me in. I don't know if tonight is that night but I am damn sure going to try.
Frank slid the key card in its slot, unlocking the door and swinging it open. He held the door open as I walked through before stepping through himself, turning his back to me to lock the door behind us. As he turned around I pushed him back against the door, startling him as I pressed my body against his, being careful not to put too much pressure on my protruding stomach.
Frank looked down on me with wide eyes and a slack jaw as I smirked up at him. He stood frozen to the spot as I slipped my hands under his shirt, my fingertips grazing the soft skin of his abdomen, my body pressing into his. I leaned up on my tiptoes so our lips were only centimeters apart. Frank's breath came out in short puffs of warmth against my lips but still he didn't move.
He only stared down on me with sad hazel eyes. I could see it there, in his eyes. He wants this just as much as I do but he's afraid. He is afraid I will hurt him, he is afraid this won't work out but mostly, he's afraid he'll hurt me. What he doesn't understand is that I don't care. To me Frank is more than worth the risk and if my heart goes down in flames in the end then I can at least look back on what we shared and know I wouldn't change anything.
I pressed my lips to his softly, testing the water so to speak, hoping he wouldn't push me away. He didn't push me away though there was a small whine of resistance at the back of his throat. I ignored it, pressing my lips more firmly to his, silently pleading for him to let me inside of his heart, to let me see inside his soul. His lips worked against mine tentatively, his body trembling as his resistance began to falter.
I let my tongue dart out to run along his bottom lip. An almost painful groan vibrated between us as his moist tongue joined with my own, both of us allowing the other to explore. Labored breaths mingled between us as I let my fingers trail down his abdomen along the soft trail of hair leading from his navel and disappearing beneath his boxers.
He gasped into my mouth as my fingers dipped inside his boxers and grazed the coarse hair just beneath his waistband. His hands shot up, grasping my wrists firmly, breaking our kiss and startling me as he pressed his forehead against mine. His eyes squeezed shut as he panted against my lips.
"M-Mel, stop. You don't...y-you don't know what you are doing to me."
"Frankie, please, just let me inside." I whispered, brushing my lips lightly over his.
"F-Fuck. Mel, we...I...you don't....f-fuck." He breathed between pants of warm breath.
I pressed my body more forcefully against his, feeling the bulge in his jeans rub against my hip. His head fell back, his teeth biting at his bottom lip, his eyes squeezing tight, a whimper vibrating through him as his hips involuntarily pushed back. Electrical sparks danced along my spine.
"F-Fuck."
"Fr-Frankie, please. I want this. We need this."
No other words were uttered as Frank's hands shot out to grip my hips and his lips crashed against my own in urgency; an unspoken need of affection lingering between us. His calloused fingertips grazed over the sensitive flesh of my hipbone, sending a spark of desire through me.
"Fr-Frankie."
His lips left mine, slowly trailing along my cheek and down my jaw to my neck and back up to my lips as his hands kneaded at my hips, making me melt under his touch.
"Mel, are you sure? Please don't do this if you're not. I...I..." He trailed off as I pushed my body against his, my fingers tugging at his belt loops, letting him know how much I want this.
"I'm sure, Frankie. I'm so fucking sure."
"Fuck. I...fuck, Mel."
His lips met mine once again and his hands gripped my hips tighter as I felt him gently lead me through the hall into the living room and finally into the bedroom never breaking our kiss. Our lips only parted as the need for oxygen became too much to bare. With shaking fingers I slipped his belt from the loops of his jeans before unbuttoning them and tugging the zip down, pushing the fabric down his legs where they puddled at his feet. He kicked them away as I lifted his shirt up and tugged it over his head, tossing it aside to join his pants.
Frank cupped my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. It was slow and hesitant but perfect all the same. Gently, Frank lay me back on the bed, crawling on top of me so he hovered over my body without putting too much pressure on my abdomen. His tongue pushed past my lips, meeting mine as his fingers tangled through my hair, tugging gently.
I could feel his hardness pushing into my thigh and I couldn't help the moan vibrating through me. I couldn't think of a time when I had wanted him more. The way his mouth fit against my own, his body pressing into mine, his hands in my hair was perfect.
Frank tugged at the hem of my shirt as his gaze penetrated my own, silently questioning his boundaries, pleading for this to be real. I nodded, assuring him it was fine, that I wanted this. I had never wanted anything more in that moment. His eyes lingered, staring into my own for a moment longer before he took a deep breath and lifted my shirt up and over my head. As he tossed it aside I unlatched my bra and pulled it away, letting it fall to the floor.
His hands caressed the flesh along my sides teasingly before he cupped my breasts in his hands and massaged gently. His lips brushed along the sensitive skin stretched over my collarbone, causing goosebumps to ripple over my flesh. He pressed open-mouthed kisses into my skin, slowly trailing his way up my neck to my jaw, ending at my lips.
His hands worked expertly on my jeans, pushing them down my legs and to the floor, leaving me in only my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, stopping once again to lock eyes with me. I smiled, nodding for him to continue. Just seconds later I lay beneath him completely nude; bodies pressed together, tongues exploring, fingers tangled in one another's hair.
"Frankie....please." His eyes met mine and I could see the lust swirling in his eyes, darkening the orbs.
"Melody, I am only going to ask you this one last time because if you say yes, there is no going back. Are you sure?"
"Yes, Frankie, yes. Fuck yes!"
I wrapped my fingers through his dark locks and forced his lips down on mine, reassuring him of how much I want this. He groaned as the gesture made his hips press down on mine. He pulled back, panting against my lips.
"F-Fuck, Mel. I...are you-"
"Goddammit, Frank, yes! Yes a million times over." He chuckled.
"Okay, okay. Are you ready?" I nodded.
He spread my legs gently, positioning himself between my thighs, pushing in agonizingly slow. We both let out low moans as my nails scraped down the flesh of his back, leaving small red welts behind. He thrust slowly, almost teasingly so, in and out, making my body shiver with pleasure.
"Oh god, Frankie."
He used his left arm to support his weight as his right hand stroked my cheek tenderly. Our lips worked together in a lazy rhythm, tongues dancing together in our attempts to savor the taste of the other. I let my legs wrap around his waist, gripping his hips tightly, forcing him deeper. His slow thrusts faltered as the new sensation washed over him.
"F-Fuck....feels so good."
Our movements stayed slow, a gentle rocking of hips with stolen kisses and soft caresses. Every thrust, ever kiss, every touch pushed me closer and closer to the edge until I could feel the tingling start of my oncoming orgasm.
"Fr-Frankie, I-I'm close." He pressed his lips to mine, pulling back only to whisper against my kiss-bruised lips.
"I love you, Melody."
With that I was pushed over the edge into a blissful pleasure, my body quivering against his as I clawed at the tender flesh of his shoulders. He rocked his hips in a steady rhythm, pushing me through my orgasm. Just a few thrusts later his body went rigid, his head tilted back, and his mouth dropped open in a perfect 'O' shape, allowing a moan to escape as his seed filled me.
He propped himself on his elbows, keeping pressure off of my abdomen as he hung his head and pressed his lips to mine, pulling back only seconds later so his eyes met mine. He smiled, resting his forehead against mine.
"Thank you, Frankie."
"No, Mel, thank you."
I smiled as he pecked my lips one last time before removing himself from me and laying to my side. He hummed in content as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against him so my head rested against his chest. We lay in silence for awhile, enjoying the feeling of holding one another.
"Frankie?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you mean what you said?"
"What?"
"When you said you loved me just now, did you mean it?" He squeezed me tighter and kissed my temple.
"Of course I did. I love you, Mel."
"I love you, too, Frankie." I smiled to myself. "So, does this mean you forgive me then?"
"It's already been forgotten so long as you never do it again."
"Never, Frankie. I only want you. I only need you. You and our daughter."
"Good because that's what I want, too. Just you and me and our baby girl."
"Me too, Frankie."
"Get some sleep, baby. I know you are tired." I nodded, sighing sleepily.
"Goodnight, Frankie."
"G'Night, Mel."
I snuggled into his side as he held me tight. It didn't take long for me to drift into a peaceful slumber after everything that had just happened.
Nice, long, and eventful. (I hope)
I love you all. Enjoy. :D
xo britt
The concert was insane. The way Pete danced around the stage, jumping and twirling from one side to the other reminded me so much of Frank it was ridiculous. Mikey was right, Frank and Pete could definitely be twins. It wasn't just Pete, though, it was everything. The multi-colored, flashing lights dancing off of the stage, the band, the crowd was breathtaking. The way the venue boomed with life, with the screams of the crowd. The feeling of the music vibrating through my body, through my soul. Seeing Joe spin and jump, playing his heart out. Andy beating on his drums with every ounce of his being. The angelic sound of Patrick's voice and the way it carried over the screaming of the crowd, the cheering of fans was unreal.
Frank stood beside me, grasping my hand in his as we bounced on our toes, rocking to the music. The last chords of Thnks Fr Th Mmrs rang out through the venue just seconds before Pete's voice boomed through the speakers.
"New York City, how are you doing tonight?!" The crowd roared back at him. "I have a question for all of you. Who here loves My Chemical Romance?" Again, the crowd roared, screaming and cheering. "Wait, wait, hold up. I said, who here loves My Chemical Fucking Romance?!" The venue boomed with cheers and screams.
I shot a glance at Frank, wondering what in the hell could be going on. He grinned back at me with that mischievous smirk that meant he knew something I didn't know.
"Frankie, what's going on?" He shrugged innocently before winking at me. I knew he wouldn't tell me so I turned my attention back to Pete.
"Alright, alright." Pete continued to address the crowd. "We have a very special surprise for you all tonight. Our good friend, Frank Iero, is in the building." The crowd erupted into cheers. "You heard 'em, Frank, get your ass out here."
I gaped up at Frank as he grinned down at me.
"I'll be back, babe, don't over-exert yourself, okay?" I grinned.
"Of course not, now get out there and play."
He rubbed my stomach and planted a kiss to my forehead before jogging out to join the band on stage. As Frank came into view the crowd exploded with screams, the fans cheering their hearts out. Frank grinned widely, blowing the crowd a kiss before taking the proffered guitar from Patrick and joining Pete at the left side of the stage.
"Hello, New York. How are you all tonight?" Frank screamed into the mic, causing a roar to rip through the venue.
"Alright, settle down. This next one goes out to two very special fans tonight. Cassie and Leanna, this one is for you." Pete screamed into the mic just before the first chord of I Don't Care echoed through the arena.
A smile split my face as I peeked around to the front row to see the huge smile on Cassie's face and the wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression on Leanna's face. It warmed my heart to see how happy the two were just to be here, to have one amazing night of fun with no worries.
I watched in awe as Frank tore across the stage, spinning and headbanging, playing his heart out through every note. I would be lying if I said the way he moved didn't amaze me, ignite something deep inside of me, making me want him that much more. My eyes never once left him as he joined Pete back on the left side, the two screaming the lyrics out. Pete's voice rang out through the arena just after the last notes of I Don't Care echoed around us.
"This next one goes out to the most amazing girl in the entire building. I want to hear everyone scream. Raise your fucking voices!" The cheers of the fans was nearly deafening. "You see, this girl is so special to me because in just a couple of months she will be giving me the most precious gift of all. Melody, why don't you join us." Pete yelled, smirking mischievously in my direction.
My jaw nearly hit the floor and my eyes practically bulged out of my skull as I realized Pete was talking to me, beckoning me to come out on stage. I shook my head frantically.
"Oh Melody." Pete sang. "I want everyone to help me out here. You see, Melody is a bit shy so why don't we give her our best welcome." Pete directed the crowd in a chant of my name.
The crowd erupted in a chant of 'Melody' and I froze. It was crazy to hear so many people chanting my name. It was more than crazy, it was insane, surreal. These people didn't even know me. They had no clue who I was yet they were helping Pete in his efforts to beckon me out on stage. Frank jogged over to my side and wrapped his arms around me.
"Hey, are you okay?" I shook my head, staring up at him with wide eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't know he was going to do that."
"Fr-Frankie, I'm not so sure about this."
"You don't have to come out if you don't want to. I know it can be intimidating with all of those people."
"It's not just that, Frankie. What about reporters?" Frank smiled warmly.
"I told you I didn't care about that anymore. I don't care if the whole world knows about her, Mel. I am not ashamed of our daughter. Besides, with the way Pete is going on out there about his niece no one will even suspect me as the father." I bit my lip, contemplating his words. I know Frank is unashamed when it comes to our daughter I just don't know if I am ready to be in the spotlight as 'Frank's baby momma' so to speak.
"Come on, it's okay. Just listen to that crowd. It will be fine." I bit my lip, my body shaking with nerves.
"Are you sure?" Frank smiled warmly.
"Of course. Now come on before Pete starts a riot." Frank chuckled which made me smile. I took a deep breath and let Frank lead me out on stage.
"There she is." Pete grinned. The venue exploded with screams.
Frank lead me to Pete's side and Pete wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I could feel the heat rising up my neck to my cheeks as every set of eyes in the arena landed on me.
"You see this beautiful girl?" The crowd cheered. "This girl is carrying a very precious package. I like to call her my future niece." Once again the arena was filled with screaming and cheering and even a few 'awws'. I couldn't help but blush as I waved to the packed arena.
"Alright, everyone give Melody one last cheer before she returns backstage." The crowd roared and cameras flashed all around me. I gave the crowd one last wave before making my way back to the side of the stage just out of view.
"Melody, this one is for you." Frank announced into the mic just before the first chord of The Carpal Tunnel of Love filled my ears.
I shook my head, a wide smile plastered to my face. I should have known when Frank questioned me about my favorite Fall Out Boy song. I should have had some sort of idea when Pete announced he had a surprise for me. Now it all made since. I laughed at my own cluelessness.
My eyes never left Frank as he jumped around the stage, headbanging, playing harder than I had ever seen him play before. Sweat rolled off of him as his hair whipped back and forth, sticking to his face. I loved watching him play. You could tell how passionate he was just watching him. He poured every ounce of his soul into the music. Not to even mention how incredibly sexy he looked.
Frank finished out the show with the band as I watched from the side. The crowd went wild, begging for an encore which the guys more than gladly gave them. By the time Frank made it off stage he was dripping with sweat and strangely enough, that made a desire deep within me stir, sending my mind into a whirlwind of less than innocent images of his body pressed against mine, sweat rolling off of him, mingling with my own.
I shook those images from my head as Frank enveloped me in a tight hug. Now was not the time to be fantasizing about Frank, not with his hot, sweaty body pressed oh-so-close to my own.
"What did you think?" Frank questioned, his hot breath tickling the shell of my ear, doing absolutely nothing to help my current state of mind. I practically had to bite back a moan. Fucking hormones, I swear.
He pulled back, resting his hands on my shoulders, grinning down at me. I grinned back up at him.
"You were great. You all were. Second best concert I have ever been to." Frank smiled lopsidedly at me.
"Second?"
"Of course, nothing beats seeing you play your own songs with such passion. I swear, it's like you pour all of your heart and soul into your guitar when you play." I blushed slightly, realizing I was gushing.
"That's what it feels like to me. I try to put everything into it when I play. I feel like I belong on that stage. Like, that's my purpose in life. Well, one of them." He smiled, placing a protective hand over my stomach.
"Come on, guys!" Pete yelled. Frank and I turned to see him bouncing on his toes, motioning for us to follow him. "I'm starving, let's eat!" Frank and I shared a giggle.
"Let's go before he feels the need to drag us there."
Frank grasped my hand and lead me back to the guys' dressing room, stopping just outside the door where Cassie and Leanna stood, waiting.
"You might want to stay here. Knowing Pete he's probably running around in there naked." I snorted.
"Like the entire universe hasn't already seen what he has to offer." Frank frowned.
"Still. I'll be right back." I nodded, watching him enter the dressing room before turning to smile at Cassie and Leanna.
"Did you guys have fun?" They both grinned widely, the excitement clearly written across their faces.
"Best night of my life." Leanna grinned, bouncing on her toes with excitement.
"I second that." Cassie smiled.
"I'm glad you had fun."
"It was so sweet the way Frank dedicated that song to you." I blushed as a smile creeped across my face.
"Yeah." I whispered kind of breathlessly because it was sweet. It was one of the sweetest goddamn things anyone had ever done for me. "You, too, though. Can you believe it?"
"No." Leanna laughed. "I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them."
"That's what pictures are for." I grinned, shooting her a wink. She laughed.
The door to the guys' dressing room flew open and Pete darted out, giggling like a mad person, with Patrick's hat in his hand. A red-faced Patrick chased him down the hall as the rest of us basically doubled over in laughter, watching Pete twist and turn to escape Patrick's wrath.
"That never gets old." Frank chuckled as he slipped an arm around my waist. "Are you hungry?" I nodded. "Pete made reservations at some restaurant for us. All of us, actually." Frank smiled, directing the last bit of his statement toward Cassie and Leanna.
"That's generous of you but we really don't want to intrude." Cassie shook her head. Leanna tried to hide her frown but to no avail. Frank noticed everything.
"Nonsense. You are not intruding. Pete wouldn't have offered if he didn't want you to come along." Cassie bit her lip, contemplating for a moment before nodding.
"Okay but as long as you are sure it's not an intrusion." Frank smiled.
"I'm sure. Excuse me for a moment, ladies. I have to save a certain hyper idiot."
I laughed as I watched Frank sneak up behind Pete and grab him around the waist, successfully startling him and making him drop Patrick's hat. Pete squirmed and kicked in Frank's arms but Frank proved to be surprisingly strong, keeping a tight hold of Pete.
"Dammit, Frank! Put me down!"
"Not until you chill the fuck out, dude."
It was comical the way Pete childishly glared at Frank over his shoulder before smirking and falling limp, causing Frank to fall back with Pete landing on top of him. Frank scoffed as he pushed the giggling Pete off of him.
"You are a fucking two year old, Wentz." Pete snorted.
"Like you're any better, Iero."
Cassie, Leanna, Joe, Andy, and I stood back watching the scene, snickering among ourselves. I couldn't help but think back on how true Mikey's words seemed to be. Frank and Pete could, for all intents and purposes, be twins minus their looks. Even then they resembled; dark hair, tiny frames, basically midgets, covered in tattoos, never-ending energy. Yeah, they could at least be brothers.
"Will you two knock it off? I'm fucking starving." Patrick grunted, fussing at the two men currently wrestling around on the floor.
"Fine." Pete huffed. "Truce?" He questioned, stretching a hand out to Frank.
"Truce." Frank nodded, shaking his hand.
"Good. Great. Let's go." Patrick muttered.
After a few moments of gathering our things we managed to pile into our separate vehicles, Frank and I with Pete once again. I didn't ask where we were going because I knew Pete wouldn't tell me. Several minutes later Pete pulled into the parking lot of a pizzeria and my stomach growled in anticipation.
"Holy fuck, Pete, I love you!" Frank exclaimed, startling me. "I love this fucking place!" Well that explained Frank's sudden outburst. "Mel, they have the best pizza I have ever fucking tasted." I giggled at the seriousness of Frank's face. It was quite obvious he liked this place. A lot.
Frank practically dragged me from the car and to the door as Pete trailed behind us, chuckling the entire time. With the reservations Pete had made it didn't take long before we were sat in a back corner, conversing as we awaited our order.
"This place is so good." Cassie gushed. Leanna nodded her agreement. I only shrugged because I had never been here in my life and as far as I was concerned it was just pizza.
"I have never been here. I mean, it's just pizza, right?"
Frank's eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up, disappearing behind his hair. In fact, the entire table had their own version of a surprised look on their face.
"What?"
"Just pizza? This isn't just pizza, Mel. This is the best pizza in New York. This is Lombardi's." There it was, Frank's comical serious face again. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, okay, calm down, Frankie." Pete chuckled. "Just wait and let her try it on her own."
"But-"
"Relax, Frank, it'll be here in a few minutes." Patrick grunted, a smile creeping across his face.
Frank gave up, a slight pout on his lips. I ruffled his hair playfully and he scoffed. Just minutes later our order arrived and Frank practically shoved a piece of cheese pizza into my mouth. I laughed at him but took the proffered pizza, taking a small bite. Frank had been right about one thing. This was definitely the best pizza I had ever tasted in my entire life. I even let a small moan tumble from my mouth. Frank smirked at me.
"I told you." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up." He laughed. "You're right, though. This is the best pizza I have ever tasted."
"You don't have to tell me, I know."
We spent the rest of our meal alternating between stuffing our mouths and conversing with our friends. By the time we left a million pictures had been taken between us and I had exchanged phone numbers with both Cassie and Leanna. I don't know about Frank but I know I want to keep in contact with them as often as possible.
The entire drive back to the hotel my mind was consumed of thoughts of one thing: Frank. The way Frank moved on stage, the way he stayed so close to me, as if to protect me. The longing stares he doesn''t think I notice, the way his clothes clung to his body from sweat after a show. Everything about Frank turns me on, makes me want him. It isn't just about sex, though, it's about the closeness, the intimacy. I'm tired of not having that, especially knowing Frank wants it, too. Knowing Frank wants me in the same way I want him but not being willing to allow it to happen drives me insane.
I decided, then and there, I would do whatever I could to change that. I know it won't be easy with the way Frank keeps pushing me away but I also know if I push hard enough, show him how much he's driving me insane, maybe drive him to the point of insanity he will crack.
Once we arrived back at the hotel Frank and I parted ways with Pete and went back to our room. I decided I was tired of letting Frank push me away and I wasn't having it anymore. I would make him let me in. I don't know if tonight is that night but I am damn sure going to try.
Frank slid the key card in its slot, unlocking the door and swinging it open. He held the door open as I walked through before stepping through himself, turning his back to me to lock the door behind us. As he turned around I pushed him back against the door, startling him as I pressed my body against his, being careful not to put too much pressure on my protruding stomach.
Frank looked down on me with wide eyes and a slack jaw as I smirked up at him. He stood frozen to the spot as I slipped my hands under his shirt, my fingertips grazing the soft skin of his abdomen, my body pressing into his. I leaned up on my tiptoes so our lips were only centimeters apart. Frank's breath came out in short puffs of warmth against my lips but still he didn't move.
He only stared down on me with sad hazel eyes. I could see it there, in his eyes. He wants this just as much as I do but he's afraid. He is afraid I will hurt him, he is afraid this won't work out but mostly, he's afraid he'll hurt me. What he doesn't understand is that I don't care. To me Frank is more than worth the risk and if my heart goes down in flames in the end then I can at least look back on what we shared and know I wouldn't change anything.
I pressed my lips to his softly, testing the water so to speak, hoping he wouldn't push me away. He didn't push me away though there was a small whine of resistance at the back of his throat. I ignored it, pressing my lips more firmly to his, silently pleading for him to let me inside of his heart, to let me see inside his soul. His lips worked against mine tentatively, his body trembling as his resistance began to falter.
I let my tongue dart out to run along his bottom lip. An almost painful groan vibrated between us as his moist tongue joined with my own, both of us allowing the other to explore. Labored breaths mingled between us as I let my fingers trail down his abdomen along the soft trail of hair leading from his navel and disappearing beneath his boxers.
He gasped into my mouth as my fingers dipped inside his boxers and grazed the coarse hair just beneath his waistband. His hands shot up, grasping my wrists firmly, breaking our kiss and startling me as he pressed his forehead against mine. His eyes squeezed shut as he panted against my lips.
"M-Mel, stop. You don't...y-you don't know what you are doing to me."
"Frankie, please, just let me inside." I whispered, brushing my lips lightly over his.
"F-Fuck. Mel, we...I...you don't....f-fuck." He breathed between pants of warm breath.
I pressed my body more forcefully against his, feeling the bulge in his jeans rub against my hip. His head fell back, his teeth biting at his bottom lip, his eyes squeezing tight, a whimper vibrating through him as his hips involuntarily pushed back. Electrical sparks danced along my spine.
"F-Fuck."
"Fr-Frankie, please. I want this. We need this."
No other words were uttered as Frank's hands shot out to grip my hips and his lips crashed against my own in urgency; an unspoken need of affection lingering between us. His calloused fingertips grazed over the sensitive flesh of my hipbone, sending a spark of desire through me.
"Fr-Frankie."
His lips left mine, slowly trailing along my cheek and down my jaw to my neck and back up to my lips as his hands kneaded at my hips, making me melt under his touch.
"Mel, are you sure? Please don't do this if you're not. I...I..." He trailed off as I pushed my body against his, my fingers tugging at his belt loops, letting him know how much I want this.
"I'm sure, Frankie. I'm so fucking sure."
"Fuck. I...fuck, Mel."
His lips met mine once again and his hands gripped my hips tighter as I felt him gently lead me through the hall into the living room and finally into the bedroom never breaking our kiss. Our lips only parted as the need for oxygen became too much to bare. With shaking fingers I slipped his belt from the loops of his jeans before unbuttoning them and tugging the zip down, pushing the fabric down his legs where they puddled at his feet. He kicked them away as I lifted his shirt up and tugged it over his head, tossing it aside to join his pants.
Frank cupped my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. It was slow and hesitant but perfect all the same. Gently, Frank lay me back on the bed, crawling on top of me so he hovered over my body without putting too much pressure on my abdomen. His tongue pushed past my lips, meeting mine as his fingers tangled through my hair, tugging gently.
I could feel his hardness pushing into my thigh and I couldn't help the moan vibrating through me. I couldn't think of a time when I had wanted him more. The way his mouth fit against my own, his body pressing into mine, his hands in my hair was perfect.
Frank tugged at the hem of my shirt as his gaze penetrated my own, silently questioning his boundaries, pleading for this to be real. I nodded, assuring him it was fine, that I wanted this. I had never wanted anything more in that moment. His eyes lingered, staring into my own for a moment longer before he took a deep breath and lifted my shirt up and over my head. As he tossed it aside I unlatched my bra and pulled it away, letting it fall to the floor.
His hands caressed the flesh along my sides teasingly before he cupped my breasts in his hands and massaged gently. His lips brushed along the sensitive skin stretched over my collarbone, causing goosebumps to ripple over my flesh. He pressed open-mouthed kisses into my skin, slowly trailing his way up my neck to my jaw, ending at my lips.
His hands worked expertly on my jeans, pushing them down my legs and to the floor, leaving me in only my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, stopping once again to lock eyes with me. I smiled, nodding for him to continue. Just seconds later I lay beneath him completely nude; bodies pressed together, tongues exploring, fingers tangled in one another's hair.
"Frankie....please." His eyes met mine and I could see the lust swirling in his eyes, darkening the orbs.
"Melody, I am only going to ask you this one last time because if you say yes, there is no going back. Are you sure?"
"Yes, Frankie, yes. Fuck yes!"
I wrapped my fingers through his dark locks and forced his lips down on mine, reassuring him of how much I want this. He groaned as the gesture made his hips press down on mine. He pulled back, panting against my lips.
"F-Fuck, Mel. I...are you-"
"Goddammit, Frank, yes! Yes a million times over." He chuckled.
"Okay, okay. Are you ready?" I nodded.
He spread my legs gently, positioning himself between my thighs, pushing in agonizingly slow. We both let out low moans as my nails scraped down the flesh of his back, leaving small red welts behind. He thrust slowly, almost teasingly so, in and out, making my body shiver with pleasure.
"Oh god, Frankie."
He used his left arm to support his weight as his right hand stroked my cheek tenderly. Our lips worked together in a lazy rhythm, tongues dancing together in our attempts to savor the taste of the other. I let my legs wrap around his waist, gripping his hips tightly, forcing him deeper. His slow thrusts faltered as the new sensation washed over him.
"F-Fuck....feels so good."
Our movements stayed slow, a gentle rocking of hips with stolen kisses and soft caresses. Every thrust, ever kiss, every touch pushed me closer and closer to the edge until I could feel the tingling start of my oncoming orgasm.
"Fr-Frankie, I-I'm close." He pressed his lips to mine, pulling back only to whisper against my kiss-bruised lips.
"I love you, Melody."
With that I was pushed over the edge into a blissful pleasure, my body quivering against his as I clawed at the tender flesh of his shoulders. He rocked his hips in a steady rhythm, pushing me through my orgasm. Just a few thrusts later his body went rigid, his head tilted back, and his mouth dropped open in a perfect 'O' shape, allowing a moan to escape as his seed filled me.
He propped himself on his elbows, keeping pressure off of my abdomen as he hung his head and pressed his lips to mine, pulling back only seconds later so his eyes met mine. He smiled, resting his forehead against mine.
"Thank you, Frankie."
"No, Mel, thank you."
I smiled as he pecked my lips one last time before removing himself from me and laying to my side. He hummed in content as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against him so my head rested against his chest. We lay in silence for awhile, enjoying the feeling of holding one another.
"Frankie?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you mean what you said?"
"What?"
"When you said you loved me just now, did you mean it?" He squeezed me tighter and kissed my temple.
"Of course I did. I love you, Mel."
"I love you, too, Frankie." I smiled to myself. "So, does this mean you forgive me then?"
"It's already been forgotten so long as you never do it again."
"Never, Frankie. I only want you. I only need you. You and our daughter."
"Good because that's what I want, too. Just you and me and our baby girl."
"Me too, Frankie."
"Get some sleep, baby. I know you are tired." I nodded, sighing sleepily.
"Goodnight, Frankie."
"G'Night, Mel."
I snuggled into his side as he held me tight. It didn't take long for me to drift into a peaceful slumber after everything that had just happened.
Nice, long, and eventful. (I hope)
I love you all. Enjoy. :D
xo britt
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