Fic: Ink your silence - [Frank Iero/Ryan Ross]
Title:‘Ink your silence’
Author: jen_jm
Pairing: Frank Iero/Ryan Ross
Rating: PG-13
Word count: about 600
Warnings: shameless fluff, flashfic
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. It’s all fiction.
Summary: “The thing is, Ryan does have a not-so-secret soft spot for tattoos.”
Crossposted
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The thing is, Ryan does have a not-so-secret soft spot for tattoos. He doesn’t know where it comes from or when it started, he’s just fascinated by how a mere combination of lines inked into someone’s skin can hold much more meaning and history than words often can. It’s intriguing for him, because words are his thing, his job, his life, but they’re still a limit at the same time and it drives him crazy.
Sometimes he asks himself if that’s what has made him fall in love with Frank. Not just the tattoos, but the stories behind them, the secrets Frank displays on his skin for the world to see, knowing that no one is ever going to really understand them. No one except a few carefully selected people.
Ryan feels lucky to be one of them, even though he still doesn’t know how that happened, but he doesn’t question it, he just focuses on loving it. On loving Frank, which is a surprisingly easy thing to do, if you ask him.
For some reason, the scorpion is his favorite. He says it out loud as he curls up next to Frank on the couch, pressed so close they could almost merge and become one single guy. Spencer is somewhere in the back talking on the phone to Haley, Jon is sleeping on the other side of the lounge with his head on Brendon’s thigh, and the singer doesn’t even look up from his book, eyes focused on the page from behind his red framed glasses. MCR are resting after the tour and Frank convinced Zack to let him stay on the bus with them for a couple of dates, and his presence is not really a surprise to any of them.
“I like the scorpion,” Ryan repeats, speaking softly, then brushes a kiss on the tattoo.Frank barely feels it but he smiles anyway, sneaking one hand inside Ryan’s too thin shirt. His fingers trace small patterns on the warm skin as he pulls the boy closer, then turns his head to face him. “Why?” he asks, whispering right on Ryan’s lips before stealing a kiss.
Ryan just shrugs and tilts his head again, bending his legs a little to get even closer. He’s practically sitting in Frank’s lap, but the boy doesn’t seem to mind, just keeps playing his fingers on the curve of Ryan’s hip.
When Ryan brings his lips back on the scorpion, Frank’s other hand reaches for his and a thumb drags on the inside of his wrist, tracing the tattooed words without watching, like he knows them by heart, and he probably does. It’s something Frank does often, when they’re having sex, or when they’re curled up together, sheltering each other from everything else. There’s something intimate about it, a connection made of ink, secrets and surprisingly no words. And for once Ryan is okay with leaving words out, with silence, as long as Frank is there to fill it with his lips, his fingers, his childish grin. And it’s all Ryan needs to feel in peace with himself like he hasn’t for years.
He doesn’t know how to explain all that to Frank, so he just presses his face closer to his neck and blinks several times, letting his eyelashes brush against the ink. A smile spreads on his lips as soon as Frank giggles but doesn’t pull away. “I just like it,” Ryan whispers, and yeah, for once, the truth isn’t so complicated.
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A/N:I’m not sure where this came from, I’m just in a huge Frank mood. <3
JM
Author: jen_jm
Pairing: Frank Iero/Ryan Ross
Rating: PG-13
Word count: about 600
Warnings: shameless fluff, flashfic
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. It’s all fiction.
Summary: “The thing is, Ryan does have a not-so-secret soft spot for tattoos.”
Crossposted
~~
The thing is, Ryan does have a not-so-secret soft spot for tattoos. He doesn’t know where it comes from or when it started, he’s just fascinated by how a mere combination of lines inked into someone’s skin can hold much more meaning and history than words often can. It’s intriguing for him, because words are his thing, his job, his life, but they’re still a limit at the same time and it drives him crazy.
Sometimes he asks himself if that’s what has made him fall in love with Frank. Not just the tattoos, but the stories behind them, the secrets Frank displays on his skin for the world to see, knowing that no one is ever going to really understand them. No one except a few carefully selected people.
Ryan feels lucky to be one of them, even though he still doesn’t know how that happened, but he doesn’t question it, he just focuses on loving it. On loving Frank, which is a surprisingly easy thing to do, if you ask him.
For some reason, the scorpion is his favorite. He says it out loud as he curls up next to Frank on the couch, pressed so close they could almost merge and become one single guy. Spencer is somewhere in the back talking on the phone to Haley, Jon is sleeping on the other side of the lounge with his head on Brendon’s thigh, and the singer doesn’t even look up from his book, eyes focused on the page from behind his red framed glasses. MCR are resting after the tour and Frank convinced Zack to let him stay on the bus with them for a couple of dates, and his presence is not really a surprise to any of them.
“I like the scorpion,” Ryan repeats, speaking softly, then brushes a kiss on the tattoo.Frank barely feels it but he smiles anyway, sneaking one hand inside Ryan’s too thin shirt. His fingers trace small patterns on the warm skin as he pulls the boy closer, then turns his head to face him. “Why?” he asks, whispering right on Ryan’s lips before stealing a kiss.
Ryan just shrugs and tilts his head again, bending his legs a little to get even closer. He’s practically sitting in Frank’s lap, but the boy doesn’t seem to mind, just keeps playing his fingers on the curve of Ryan’s hip.
When Ryan brings his lips back on the scorpion, Frank’s other hand reaches for his and a thumb drags on the inside of his wrist, tracing the tattooed words without watching, like he knows them by heart, and he probably does. It’s something Frank does often, when they’re having sex, or when they’re curled up together, sheltering each other from everything else. There’s something intimate about it, a connection made of ink, secrets and surprisingly no words. And for once Ryan is okay with leaving words out, with silence, as long as Frank is there to fill it with his lips, his fingers, his childish grin. And it’s all Ryan needs to feel in peace with himself like he hasn’t for years.
He doesn’t know how to explain all that to Frank, so he just presses his face closer to his neck and blinks several times, letting his eyelashes brush against the ink. A smile spreads on his lips as soon as Frank giggles but doesn’t pull away. “I just like it,” Ryan whispers, and yeah, for once, the truth isn’t so complicated.
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A/N:I’m not sure where this came from, I’m just in a huge Frank mood. <3
JM