Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > You & I in Unison
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You lovely, lovely people! 6 reviews? WOW. Thank you so so much. In return, here is this shit, quickly written, really bad chapter but hey, you did want me to update! Anyway, on with it.
Gerard's Perspective
I staggered back from Frank, my back colliding with a hard wall and I could feel my heart beating ridiculously fast within my chest; this was all just too overwhelming. I slid to the floor, my back dragging against the smooth wall and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing for the ringing in my ears to go away. My head was pounding and my skin still tingled from Franks touch, sending a shiver down my spine; it was a good feeling.
“Aw, fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck…” Frank mumbled, coming down to his knees in front of me. “Aw shit, I don’t even know your name… Jared? No, Gerald? Fuck.” His warm breath washed over my face, making my skin tingle and dance. I let out a shaky breath. Fuuuuck, how was he doing this to me?
“It-It’s Gerard, my name’s Gerard.” I whispered looking at him.
“Gerard are you okay?” he asks as he tucked my hair behind my ear, his perfect fingers leaving a trail of tingles behind them. I shivered again, leaning into his touch.
“C’mon,” he said as he shot up, “let’s go downstairs hmm?” he holds out his hand for me as he smiles down at me, his big eyes twinkling in the light.
I look at him, then his outstretched hand a number of times before looking at him with pleading eyes. Please don’t make me do this; please don’t make me go back down there. I could feel the sting of tears behind my eyes and I blinked harshly, willing them to go away; I wasn’t going to cry in front of him.
“Hey,” he said in a concerned whisper, “are you okay?” he asked as he came down to my level again, placing a soft hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry; I just don’t want to go back down there. Please don’t make me.” I plead, wiping a stray tear from my cheek with a sleeved hand looking at him desperately.
“Do you want to hang out in my room for a while then? No one will come up here, partly because they’re not allowed and partly because I’ll kick there ass if they dare.” He smiles at me again as he holds his hand out to me for like the third time in fifteen minutes. I let out a shaky laugh as I grip his hand pulling myself up off the floor and once again tingles run through my body and I shiver as I shake my head doubtfully at him.
“What?” he asks in a mock offended tone.
“Nothing,” I start as he leads me down the corridor, “it’s just you’re so small.” I state before giggling but he stops dead in the corridor, a frown on his face.
“What did you say?” he asks as he looks at me through narrowed eyes.
“N-nothing, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it! I swear!” my eyes grow wide with horror as he back me up into a wall, and I look down at him as he looks up at me with a deadly glare. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
He laughs as his face breaks out into a smile before he attacks me with those perfect fingers, tickling my stomach and sides. It takes me a minute to realise he’s tickling me before I double over in fits of giggles, trying to push him off me but his hands are moving to quick.
“P-please, I’m sorry. Shit, please stop, it hurts man, it HURTS!” I beg through my laughter but he doesn’t give in. Tears are prickling my eyes and I let my head fall to his shoulder as I squirm under his touch. I fumble about to find his hands and I grip his wrists tightly before pulling them off me, I fall to the floor again only this time, I pull him down too. We both land in sitting positions, both breathing deeply while he laughs his little fucking head off.
My sides are aching and I close my eyes as I let my head fall against the wall, my hands still gripping his wrists as I try to steady my breathing. Frank starts to move his wrists around and I let them go loosely only for him to take both of my hands in his, sending sparks up my arms and I gasp at the unfamiliar feeling, looking at him through wide eyes. He only smiles, a small, timid one that I've grown to love and I let out a sigh as I smile back, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.
Frank really is beautiful.
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If you were wondering, this isn't the end. I just didn't know how the fuck to end this chapter. What would you call this chapter? C'mon, cookies and unicorns are awaiting!
You lovely, lovely people! 6 reviews? WOW. Thank you so so much. In return, here is this shit, quickly written, really bad chapter but hey, you did want me to update! Anyway, on with it.
Gerard's Perspective
I staggered back from Frank, my back colliding with a hard wall and I could feel my heart beating ridiculously fast within my chest; this was all just too overwhelming. I slid to the floor, my back dragging against the smooth wall and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing for the ringing in my ears to go away. My head was pounding and my skin still tingled from Franks touch, sending a shiver down my spine; it was a good feeling.
“Aw, fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck…” Frank mumbled, coming down to his knees in front of me. “Aw shit, I don’t even know your name… Jared? No, Gerald? Fuck.” His warm breath washed over my face, making my skin tingle and dance. I let out a shaky breath. Fuuuuck, how was he doing this to me?
“It-It’s Gerard, my name’s Gerard.” I whispered looking at him.
“Gerard are you okay?” he asks as he tucked my hair behind my ear, his perfect fingers leaving a trail of tingles behind them. I shivered again, leaning into his touch.
“C’mon,” he said as he shot up, “let’s go downstairs hmm?” he holds out his hand for me as he smiles down at me, his big eyes twinkling in the light.
I look at him, then his outstretched hand a number of times before looking at him with pleading eyes. Please don’t make me do this; please don’t make me go back down there. I could feel the sting of tears behind my eyes and I blinked harshly, willing them to go away; I wasn’t going to cry in front of him.
“Hey,” he said in a concerned whisper, “are you okay?” he asked as he came down to my level again, placing a soft hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry; I just don’t want to go back down there. Please don’t make me.” I plead, wiping a stray tear from my cheek with a sleeved hand looking at him desperately.
“Do you want to hang out in my room for a while then? No one will come up here, partly because they’re not allowed and partly because I’ll kick there ass if they dare.” He smiles at me again as he holds his hand out to me for like the third time in fifteen minutes. I let out a shaky laugh as I grip his hand pulling myself up off the floor and once again tingles run through my body and I shiver as I shake my head doubtfully at him.
“What?” he asks in a mock offended tone.
“Nothing,” I start as he leads me down the corridor, “it’s just you’re so small.” I state before giggling but he stops dead in the corridor, a frown on his face.
“What did you say?” he asks as he looks at me through narrowed eyes.
“N-nothing, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it! I swear!” my eyes grow wide with horror as he back me up into a wall, and I look down at him as he looks up at me with a deadly glare. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
He laughs as his face breaks out into a smile before he attacks me with those perfect fingers, tickling my stomach and sides. It takes me a minute to realise he’s tickling me before I double over in fits of giggles, trying to push him off me but his hands are moving to quick.
“P-please, I’m sorry. Shit, please stop, it hurts man, it HURTS!” I beg through my laughter but he doesn’t give in. Tears are prickling my eyes and I let my head fall to his shoulder as I squirm under his touch. I fumble about to find his hands and I grip his wrists tightly before pulling them off me, I fall to the floor again only this time, I pull him down too. We both land in sitting positions, both breathing deeply while he laughs his little fucking head off.
My sides are aching and I close my eyes as I let my head fall against the wall, my hands still gripping his wrists as I try to steady my breathing. Frank starts to move his wrists around and I let them go loosely only for him to take both of my hands in his, sending sparks up my arms and I gasp at the unfamiliar feeling, looking at him through wide eyes. He only smiles, a small, timid one that I've grown to love and I let out a sigh as I smile back, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.
Frank really is beautiful.
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If you were wondering, this isn't the end. I just didn't know how the fuck to end this chapter. What would you call this chapter? C'mon, cookies and unicorns are awaiting!
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