Fic: Sunrises
I like it, though it's definately not my style. For one I never write Gerard/Frank fics, but this idea popped into my head in the shower. No, it's not dirty. I don't know where it came from. Read it, I like it.
Title: Sunrises
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG (Again, not my style)
POV: Gerard-centric
Summary: Five forty-five in the morning, everybody's asleep except you and him. Let's watch a sunrise together.
Disclaimer: Do not own any rights to My Chemical Romance, Gerard Way or Frank Iero, nor am I speculating anything about their gender preference. (Okay, yes I am. x_X)
Author Notes: Short little drabble I came up with in thirty minutes. I hope you enjoy it, because I enjoyed writing it. I'll continue it if I get enough support.
Warnings: Smoking, mentions of homosexuality.
It was five-forty five and god knows why but Gerard Way, lead singer of the band My Chemical Romance was awake. He fidgeted nervously, twining his fingers, tapping them along his forearm in an attempt to stave off the nicotine addiction that was slowly demanding to be fed. His eyes shifted from band mate to band mate; Ray with one arm thrown dramatically to the side, his mouth wide open and tongue lolling; Bob, who was curled up in the fetal position, looking like an angel if one could ignore the angry look on his face; Mikey, his brother, sleeping as he always did, on his right side, one arm covering his head, the other clutched beneath his thighs. And finally, Frank. Almost bashfully, Gerard cast his eyes to the sleeping guitarist, expecting some wild and crazy slash and or cute dreaming position. But instead they were met with Frank’s groggy, green-ish eyes. Slowly, those eyes blinked, a hand coming up to rub them, smearing leftover eyeliner from yesterday. When he caught sight of Gerard, he grinned, showing sharp canines.
“What time is it?” The man croaked, voice hoarse from sleep. Gerard, still in shock, fumbled for a moment with his cell, then lifted the device to show the time.
“Almost six,” He said in a soft voice, looking down. Frank smiled and stretched, his sleep shirt rising to show an expanse of smooth, white skin. Gerard tried very hard not to look.
“Wanna go watch the sunrise?”
Frank’s face was lit up, looking young and boyish. The dark haired singer was taken aback, even though that was a very Frank-thing to say. He glanced outside; it was still dark. Tempted, the man nodded and smiled as well.
Gerard listened carefully as the guitarist explained how climbing on top of tour busses was the very best way to watch a sunrise. As long as it was parked which, to their luck, it was. So carefully, slowly, trustingly, the black haired man followed his companion to watch the sunrise.
Unsurprisingly, Frank had brought along a pack of cigarettes. Without speaking, he offered one to Gerard, who happily accepted. His friend then produced a lighter, and when lit the two sucked contentedly on their deathsticks. Gerard sighed, his breath frosting only mildly in the dark air. This felt like perfection.
The two stayed in utter silence and the horizon turned pink. Gold rays began to peak over mountains and Frank cuddled into Gerard happily; Gerard could feel his joy radiating. The sun peaked up and Frank sighed in an awed manner.
“It’s pretty, eh? I used to get up early when I was a kid just to watch sunrises. Then I’d go crash. My mom used to yell at me for sleeping in. She never knew.” Frank chuckled, stubbing out his cigarette on the tour bus top. Gerard paused, watching him, then took another drag.
“I like it. I never watched sunrises. I like watching them with you. I’d love to wake up every morning and watch sunrises with somebody I really cared about, you know? And have them hug me and sit in silence and it wouldn’t be awkward. I’d really like that.” Gerard dropped his eyes, smiling slightly. Frank, however, sat up and gave him a curious look. The dark haired singer realized what he’d just implied, and his cheeks grew red with embarrassment.
“I--I didn’t mean--You know what I mean…” He stuttered, but he did mean it like that. He’d love to wake up in bed next to Frank, preferably without clothes and then get up and drink coffee and watch the sunrise together as they shared cigarettes and moments and kisses. That’s what he wanted.
Frank laughed suddenly, the sound echoing cheerfully in the cold, crisp morning. Smiling, the guitarist wrapped an arm around his friend and chuckled in delight.
“You are such a homosexual, Gerard.” The man announced, and fell back into laughter. Gerard chuckled along, but turned his eyes away.
Title: Sunrises
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG (Again, not my style)
POV: Gerard-centric
Summary: Five forty-five in the morning, everybody's asleep except you and him. Let's watch a sunrise together.
Disclaimer: Do not own any rights to My Chemical Romance, Gerard Way or Frank Iero, nor am I speculating anything about their gender preference. (Okay, yes I am. x_X)
Author Notes: Short little drabble I came up with in thirty minutes. I hope you enjoy it, because I enjoyed writing it. I'll continue it if I get enough support.
Warnings: Smoking, mentions of homosexuality.
It was five-forty five and god knows why but Gerard Way, lead singer of the band My Chemical Romance was awake. He fidgeted nervously, twining his fingers, tapping them along his forearm in an attempt to stave off the nicotine addiction that was slowly demanding to be fed. His eyes shifted from band mate to band mate; Ray with one arm thrown dramatically to the side, his mouth wide open and tongue lolling; Bob, who was curled up in the fetal position, looking like an angel if one could ignore the angry look on his face; Mikey, his brother, sleeping as he always did, on his right side, one arm covering his head, the other clutched beneath his thighs. And finally, Frank. Almost bashfully, Gerard cast his eyes to the sleeping guitarist, expecting some wild and crazy slash and or cute dreaming position. But instead they were met with Frank’s groggy, green-ish eyes. Slowly, those eyes blinked, a hand coming up to rub them, smearing leftover eyeliner from yesterday. When he caught sight of Gerard, he grinned, showing sharp canines.
“What time is it?” The man croaked, voice hoarse from sleep. Gerard, still in shock, fumbled for a moment with his cell, then lifted the device to show the time.
“Almost six,” He said in a soft voice, looking down. Frank smiled and stretched, his sleep shirt rising to show an expanse of smooth, white skin. Gerard tried very hard not to look.
“Wanna go watch the sunrise?”
Frank’s face was lit up, looking young and boyish. The dark haired singer was taken aback, even though that was a very Frank-thing to say. He glanced outside; it was still dark. Tempted, the man nodded and smiled as well.
Gerard listened carefully as the guitarist explained how climbing on top of tour busses was the very best way to watch a sunrise. As long as it was parked which, to their luck, it was. So carefully, slowly, trustingly, the black haired man followed his companion to watch the sunrise.
Unsurprisingly, Frank had brought along a pack of cigarettes. Without speaking, he offered one to Gerard, who happily accepted. His friend then produced a lighter, and when lit the two sucked contentedly on their deathsticks. Gerard sighed, his breath frosting only mildly in the dark air. This felt like perfection.
The two stayed in utter silence and the horizon turned pink. Gold rays began to peak over mountains and Frank cuddled into Gerard happily; Gerard could feel his joy radiating. The sun peaked up and Frank sighed in an awed manner.
“It’s pretty, eh? I used to get up early when I was a kid just to watch sunrises. Then I’d go crash. My mom used to yell at me for sleeping in. She never knew.” Frank chuckled, stubbing out his cigarette on the tour bus top. Gerard paused, watching him, then took another drag.
“I like it. I never watched sunrises. I like watching them with you. I’d love to wake up every morning and watch sunrises with somebody I really cared about, you know? And have them hug me and sit in silence and it wouldn’t be awkward. I’d really like that.” Gerard dropped his eyes, smiling slightly. Frank, however, sat up and gave him a curious look. The dark haired singer realized what he’d just implied, and his cheeks grew red with embarrassment.
“I--I didn’t mean--You know what I mean…” He stuttered, but he did mean it like that. He’d love to wake up in bed next to Frank, preferably without clothes and then get up and drink coffee and watch the sunrise together as they shared cigarettes and moments and kisses. That’s what he wanted.
Frank laughed suddenly, the sound echoing cheerfully in the cold, crisp morning. Smiling, the guitarist wrapped an arm around his friend and chuckled in delight.
“You are such a homosexual, Gerard.” The man announced, and fell back into laughter. Gerard chuckled along, but turned his eyes away.