My Heart, Your Hands (8)
Title: My Heart, Your Hands (8)
Author: Me --> maxwelldeamon
Pairing: mentioned Mikey/Quinn, Bert/Gerard. Could there be some actual Quinn/Jeph in this one? Read and find out.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stuff happens
A/N: Comments = ♥ and make me write more :hint: . Jeph’s POV.
Dedications: all the gorgeous people who read and comment, you make my day.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Quinn arrives back at eight, as promised. We barely exchange words before starting out. We walk in silence for a while, until I decide that I can’t stand it. I need to talk about something, anything. So I say the first thing that springs to mind.
“Hey, Quinn? You remember that time Bert got really drunk and wandered off, we all thought he’d passed out in the house somewhere but then we found him the next day…
“On the roof!” Quinn concludes simultaneously, laughing at the memory. “How about when he and Gerard went into that really posh restaurant dressed as Smurfs? And the staff tried to kick them out but they started dancing and had to be dragged out by the security?” we both laugh, the awkwardness gone and we manage to get through the rest of the walk reminiscing about the stupid things that Bert has done. I gotta thank him for being such a psycho. We arrive at the restaurant and it’s almost back to how it used to be. We get some strange looks form the staff when we ask for a table for the two of us, but no one says anything.
We sit down, chatting comfortably just like we always have. It’s as if the last few weeks never happened. We managed to get through half the meal before tackling the reason we’re actually here.
“Yeah,” I agree, “They’re both nuts! They make a cute couple though. At least they’re happy,” I reply to Quinn, the last part comes out far more bitter than I’d intended. I see him flinch slightly, but he still manages meet my eyes.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Jeph,” he tells me quietly, trying not to draw anymore attention to us. I look away for a moment, knowing what he’s going to say. “I just…a month ago you know I would have said yes, but I’m with Mikey now, I really like him.”
“Do you love him?” I bite my lip while I wait for a response. Quinn doesn’t reply straight away and for that awkward moment I wish I could take back the question. I don’t want to hear him confirm it. I’m about to tell him to forget about it, when he replies.
“No,” he says, so quietly I’m not sure I’ve heard him. When I look back at him, he’s shaking his head. Some thing explodes inside me. He doesn’t love Mikey. This revelation sparks me to say something that’s either very brave or very stupid depending on the answer. Barely audible, I whisper,
“Do you love me?” I try to catch his eye but he’s busy looking anywhere but at me.
“Jeph, that’s not-” he begins, but I cut him off.
“Quinn…” I plead for an answer that I’m not sure he’ll give. He’s looking down at his hands and I almost give up on a reply. He surprises me by looking me straight in the eye as he replies,
“Yes.” I swear my heart stops when he tells me this. My breath is caught in the throat and it takes me a few seconds to recover enough to speak. I’m just about to say something, when Quinn starts talking again. “But that doesn’t change the fact I’m with Mikey,” he states again, but it doesn’t bother me this time. Quinn loves me. Not Mikey, me. I decide not to press the issue right now. I’ve already heard enough. We’re nearly finished with our food, but I’m not ready for this to end yet. I’m not ready to let Quinn go back into Mikey’s arms yet.
“Wanna go get a coffee now?” I suggest, “we walked passed a café on the way here,” I remind him. He seems grateful that I’ve dropped the subject of Mikey for now, so he agrees. The check comes and Quinn works out what we each owe because I’m useless at that kind of thing. We pay and begin to make our way back.
I point out the café I was talking about on the way back, so he agrees to get a coffee. The café is virtually empty apart from a group of students and a middle-aged couple. We pick a sofa in a quiet corner to sit. We drink quietly for a moment.
“I’m glad you agreed to come out tonight,” Quinn tells me, “I didn’t think you would. I wouldn’t have blamed you; I haven’t been such a good friend to you recently, have I?”
“I didn’t think I would either,” I confide, “but I’m glad too. You mean a lot to me, Quinn. I-I would hate to lose you.” He’s sitting close to me and he lifts his hand up to touch my cheek gently. His soft hand strokes my cheek for a moment, the simple action removes my ability to speak.
“Jeph…” he whispers softly, his lips inches from mine. He suddenly snaps drops his hand and looks away, blushing. I’m disappointed but somehow reassured. I know he wants me and I couldn’t ask for anymore. We finish out drinks and leave. As we walk back, the conversation turns to some movie Quinn wants to see and we managed to chat about that all the way back to the bus. When we arrive, a note taped to the bus door informs us that Bert is staying with Gerard and Branden has gone out with Frank, Ray, Bob and Mikey and doesn’t expect to be back until much later. It’s just Quinn and I. He opens the door and we step inside.
“It’s freezing!” Quinn complains. He points to the other little room, where we sleep, “let’s go in there, at least there are heaters.” I agree and we make our way in. He leads, stepping to the side when we enter to allow me to get through the door. His position means that when I lean back to close the door, I’m standing right in front of him. With my hand on the door handle, I take a step closer to it then necessary. I push the door shut slowly. Instead of moving back, I move a fraction closer. Placing a hand on Quinn’s shoulder, I lean into him. I hesitate, searching his eyes for some resistance, but before I can decide what I’m going to do, he leans in and kisses me.
I enjoy the feel of his lips for a moment, before moving down to his neck. He lets out a soft moan as I gently nip the spot where shoulder curves into neck, enjoying the taste of his skin. Me heart sinks as I hear him whimper,
“But…Jeph…Mikey?” he can’t form a coherent sentence and he’s making no effort to stop me. I move away from his neck and lift my head so my lips are by his ear.
“Forget about Mikey,” I whisper.
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Yay for longer chapter!
Next chapter almost done, just a few bits that need fixing. Sorry about the semi-cliffhanger. This is one of the only chapters I’ve written so far that’s actually turned out like I wanted, so I’m really happy with it. I just hope you all like it!
Next chapter is in Quinn’s POV.
Oh, also, I’m from the UK but The Used and My Chemical Romance aren’t. So I’ve tried to use the American terms for stuff so it makes sense, but there might be some inconstancies. Sorry if there are!
Thank you all so much for all the wonderful comments you’ve left so far, you’re all brilliant! You give me the motivation to keep writing, without you there's no way this story would have got this far, so thanks for giving me the chance *grins*
♥
Author: Me --> maxwelldeamon
Pairing: mentioned Mikey/Quinn, Bert/Gerard. Could there be some actual Quinn/Jeph in this one? Read and find out.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stuff happens
A/N: Comments = ♥ and make me write more :hint: . Jeph’s POV.
Dedications: all the gorgeous people who read and comment, you make my day.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Quinn arrives back at eight, as promised. We barely exchange words before starting out. We walk in silence for a while, until I decide that I can’t stand it. I need to talk about something, anything. So I say the first thing that springs to mind.
“Hey, Quinn? You remember that time Bert got really drunk and wandered off, we all thought he’d passed out in the house somewhere but then we found him the next day…
“On the roof!” Quinn concludes simultaneously, laughing at the memory. “How about when he and Gerard went into that really posh restaurant dressed as Smurfs? And the staff tried to kick them out but they started dancing and had to be dragged out by the security?” we both laugh, the awkwardness gone and we manage to get through the rest of the walk reminiscing about the stupid things that Bert has done. I gotta thank him for being such a psycho. We arrive at the restaurant and it’s almost back to how it used to be. We get some strange looks form the staff when we ask for a table for the two of us, but no one says anything.
We sit down, chatting comfortably just like we always have. It’s as if the last few weeks never happened. We managed to get through half the meal before tackling the reason we’re actually here.
“Yeah,” I agree, “They’re both nuts! They make a cute couple though. At least they’re happy,” I reply to Quinn, the last part comes out far more bitter than I’d intended. I see him flinch slightly, but he still manages meet my eyes.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Jeph,” he tells me quietly, trying not to draw anymore attention to us. I look away for a moment, knowing what he’s going to say. “I just…a month ago you know I would have said yes, but I’m with Mikey now, I really like him.”
“Do you love him?” I bite my lip while I wait for a response. Quinn doesn’t reply straight away and for that awkward moment I wish I could take back the question. I don’t want to hear him confirm it. I’m about to tell him to forget about it, when he replies.
“No,” he says, so quietly I’m not sure I’ve heard him. When I look back at him, he’s shaking his head. Some thing explodes inside me. He doesn’t love Mikey. This revelation sparks me to say something that’s either very brave or very stupid depending on the answer. Barely audible, I whisper,
“Do you love me?” I try to catch his eye but he’s busy looking anywhere but at me.
“Jeph, that’s not-” he begins, but I cut him off.
“Quinn…” I plead for an answer that I’m not sure he’ll give. He’s looking down at his hands and I almost give up on a reply. He surprises me by looking me straight in the eye as he replies,
“Yes.” I swear my heart stops when he tells me this. My breath is caught in the throat and it takes me a few seconds to recover enough to speak. I’m just about to say something, when Quinn starts talking again. “But that doesn’t change the fact I’m with Mikey,” he states again, but it doesn’t bother me this time. Quinn loves me. Not Mikey, me. I decide not to press the issue right now. I’ve already heard enough. We’re nearly finished with our food, but I’m not ready for this to end yet. I’m not ready to let Quinn go back into Mikey’s arms yet.
“Wanna go get a coffee now?” I suggest, “we walked passed a café on the way here,” I remind him. He seems grateful that I’ve dropped the subject of Mikey for now, so he agrees. The check comes and Quinn works out what we each owe because I’m useless at that kind of thing. We pay and begin to make our way back.
I point out the café I was talking about on the way back, so he agrees to get a coffee. The café is virtually empty apart from a group of students and a middle-aged couple. We pick a sofa in a quiet corner to sit. We drink quietly for a moment.
“I’m glad you agreed to come out tonight,” Quinn tells me, “I didn’t think you would. I wouldn’t have blamed you; I haven’t been such a good friend to you recently, have I?”
“I didn’t think I would either,” I confide, “but I’m glad too. You mean a lot to me, Quinn. I-I would hate to lose you.” He’s sitting close to me and he lifts his hand up to touch my cheek gently. His soft hand strokes my cheek for a moment, the simple action removes my ability to speak.
“Jeph…” he whispers softly, his lips inches from mine. He suddenly snaps drops his hand and looks away, blushing. I’m disappointed but somehow reassured. I know he wants me and I couldn’t ask for anymore. We finish out drinks and leave. As we walk back, the conversation turns to some movie Quinn wants to see and we managed to chat about that all the way back to the bus. When we arrive, a note taped to the bus door informs us that Bert is staying with Gerard and Branden has gone out with Frank, Ray, Bob and Mikey and doesn’t expect to be back until much later. It’s just Quinn and I. He opens the door and we step inside.
“It’s freezing!” Quinn complains. He points to the other little room, where we sleep, “let’s go in there, at least there are heaters.” I agree and we make our way in. He leads, stepping to the side when we enter to allow me to get through the door. His position means that when I lean back to close the door, I’m standing right in front of him. With my hand on the door handle, I take a step closer to it then necessary. I push the door shut slowly. Instead of moving back, I move a fraction closer. Placing a hand on Quinn’s shoulder, I lean into him. I hesitate, searching his eyes for some resistance, but before I can decide what I’m going to do, he leans in and kisses me.
I enjoy the feel of his lips for a moment, before moving down to his neck. He lets out a soft moan as I gently nip the spot where shoulder curves into neck, enjoying the taste of his skin. Me heart sinks as I hear him whimper,
“But…Jeph…Mikey?” he can’t form a coherent sentence and he’s making no effort to stop me. I move away from his neck and lift my head so my lips are by his ear.
“Forget about Mikey,” I whisper.
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Yay for longer chapter!
Next chapter almost done, just a few bits that need fixing. Sorry about the semi-cliffhanger. This is one of the only chapters I’ve written so far that’s actually turned out like I wanted, so I’m really happy with it. I just hope you all like it!
Next chapter is in Quinn’s POV.
Oh, also, I’m from the UK but The Used and My Chemical Romance aren’t. So I’ve tried to use the American terms for stuff so it makes sense, but there might be some inconstancies. Sorry if there are!
Thank you all so much for all the wonderful comments you’ve left so far, you’re all brilliant! You give me the motivation to keep writing, without you there's no way this story would have got this far, so thanks for giving me the chance *grins*
♥