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You're More Than In My Head
FRERARD. Running away on a supposed "tour" with only two people just to escape homophobes, the spotlight, and their wives doesn't neccessarily lead too six months of lovely memories... especialy no...
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The sunlight trickled across his features, sinking into his pores and setting his lovely pale skin a glow. That mop of black hair swinging in front of his face as he swung with his guitar mouth hanging open as he sang into the mic, staring out at the massive crowd. The last crowd we would be performing to in probably about a year. He let those warm honey eyes flow freely over the beautiful faces in the crowd, etching as many as he could into his memory as the fans who were there for the end of The Black Parade.
I didn't want this to end, this was the only place I was ever able to show this man how much I thought of him without anyone suspecting a thing. We had them fooled, this wasn't just an act to entertain the fans who for some reason find us dull otherwise. No, /this was more than that/. Now this was the last day, about twenty more minutes and this unbelievable sensation of hidden freedom would be snatched away from us for a year. I just can't go on without this man for a year, it's unbearable to even think about.
He spun toward me, his hair frizzy with sweat as the beads trickled down his face. The smirk sewn to his lips, the rhythmed beat as he walked toward me, not missing a chord on the song, it was all graceful. I couldn't help but grin back as his eyes carved into the shadows of my face, it was unbelievable to know that those beautiful eyes were settled on me, and no one else.
He stopped in front of me, the electricity shooting through my veins as his hot breath flowed across my lips, the warmth radiating from his body simply to torturous to try and ignore. I grabbed a fist full of his hair, plunging my lips forward and crashing against him, our toungues dancing in forbidden ways. I could feel him smiling into the kiss as the crowd screamed. If they only knew... I couldn't stay away from this for a year, I simply couldn't. But was there really any way around it? Frank shoved my head away, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he dug his face into my neck a final time before spinning and stalking in the other direction.
Frank Iero... the man I loved more than anyone in the entire world. I heard a giggle from across the stage, somehow breaking the sound barrier of the instraments. I turned and saw the gorgeous pale flawless face with the perfect smile framed behind red lip stick smothered lips, Lyn Z, /my wife/. She really was amazing, I loved her, honest, I did... just never in the right way.
I didn't want this to end, this was the only place I was ever able to show this man how much I thought of him without anyone suspecting a thing. We had them fooled, this wasn't just an act to entertain the fans who for some reason find us dull otherwise. No, /this was more than that/. Now this was the last day, about twenty more minutes and this unbelievable sensation of hidden freedom would be snatched away from us for a year. I just can't go on without this man for a year, it's unbearable to even think about.
He spun toward me, his hair frizzy with sweat as the beads trickled down his face. The smirk sewn to his lips, the rhythmed beat as he walked toward me, not missing a chord on the song, it was all graceful. I couldn't help but grin back as his eyes carved into the shadows of my face, it was unbelievable to know that those beautiful eyes were settled on me, and no one else.
He stopped in front of me, the electricity shooting through my veins as his hot breath flowed across my lips, the warmth radiating from his body simply to torturous to try and ignore. I grabbed a fist full of his hair, plunging my lips forward and crashing against him, our toungues dancing in forbidden ways. I could feel him smiling into the kiss as the crowd screamed. If they only knew... I couldn't stay away from this for a year, I simply couldn't. But was there really any way around it? Frank shoved my head away, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he dug his face into my neck a final time before spinning and stalking in the other direction.
Frank Iero... the man I loved more than anyone in the entire world. I heard a giggle from across the stage, somehow breaking the sound barrier of the instraments. I turned and saw the gorgeous pale flawless face with the perfect smile framed behind red lip stick smothered lips, Lyn Z, /my wife/. She really was amazing, I loved her, honest, I did... just never in the right way.
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