Six Hours and Sixty Second Lapses 1/1?
Title: Six Hours and Sixty Second Lapses
Author:
pul_the_triger
Pairing: mainly: Gerard/Frank, Mikey/Frank and implied Gerard/Frank/Mikey
Rating: progressive R
POV: Gerard
Summary: And I've been here, and I've forgotten. Someone told me once this was like the song the caged bird sings.
Disclaimer: i dont own any of the characters merely the plot
Author's Note: this is for
eveseventy6 ohh and Deck of Cards might go on haitus and this might just be a oneshot
Beta: myself and housemate
Warnings: suggested incest
60 seconds before everything, I don't know why the sun is setting now. How its last bits of life creep in past the curtains of my window, lazily reaching out into orange light.
I'm here right now, because... its unimportant and I turn my back on the light and try to read the off white walls infront of me. There was something here for me, only I did not remember.
I trace my fingers over my arms thoughtfully, how imperfect the grey marking made them but all the same they caught my interest. This was the only place I remember, the bookshelf that magically grew bigger as time passed, my cd collection and a pile of art supplies by my bed...
And the door.
The door is always locked.
I close my eyes and somehow i feel the room grow darker and how my chest rises and falls in a still repitition. There is only silence here.
A strange sound rouses me from my moment in time, and i look up to see a young man standing there, grining sheepishly. He mutters a word, what i believe is my name, and before i can ask him who he was he presses a finger to my lips, sealing anything else i could have said.
The way his eyes stare into mine, how they begged me for something i couldnt give. How the look also seemed to forgive me for whatever i lacked. How they burned was searing into my soul. These sixty second lapses of mine.
I stare back, wondering, how the door had offered me nothing short of a miracle, as i place a hand on the side of his face he smiles. And i smile too, partly because he did and also because he felt real.
I let my thumb run over this stranger's jaw line, absorbing the feeling of another person, right here with me in this solitude of everything I had ever known. The stranger leaned into me until our lips met, tongue slowly slidding over my lower lip, begging, it was the same spark of forginess I had felt earlier.
I parted my lips, my olive eyes slipping into a close, only being with someone else made me realize how alone I was... truly alone. I let my hands travel over this stranger that was swallowing me whole as I tried to decipher with my mind's eye the complexity of the feeling that existed between us.
The bed under me supported our weight, under my breath I was counting again 60... I swallowed, feeling my face flush red as this stranger continued to caress me. Always knowing just where to touch. I could only gasp before I muttered 58, the barrier of our clothing was no longer a problem.
I pushed upwards again, wanting to catch this stranger's lips with his own, unrelenting, until the young man obliged me, making his own motions to tell me he wanted this to be slow. I forced myself to relax, I was bottom so he had no right to control.
"Just close your eyes and feel." the stranger paused, breathing against my ear, before he gently muttered the word that I believed to be my name. It sounded precious when it came from him, like it was something so fragile that it was meant to be held close to his chest, nearest to his heart.
So I did, if he ever noticed how i counted under my moans i would never know. But his touch was like fire, and i could have sworn under my own noises he was telling me that he loved me, or maybe again it was only my imagination.
I continued to stare at him, willing to engrave the way he looked in my mind, so i could return to it when he would no longer be here. Ever i continued counting. Waiting.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, they were too familiar. He switched from his fingers to his cock, but he never stopped his pace. The way he thrust in and out was easy, the stranger continued to mutter in his ear, anything he could think of.
The way we rocked and how my breathing hitched, it was ending too soon. 2... i feel him caressing me again, muttering that word i believed to be my name. I clinged to him, was he going to disappear like everything else that entered my room? like the sunlight and the wind and even his own fear.
"Fifty nine..." the stranger muttered as i felt myself drifting to sleep against his chest, he kissed me on the forehead "Sixty." and i felt the world fade into sleep.
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Frank made his way downstairs, exactly at twelve midnight and Mikey was there waiting for him. The younger hugged him, seeing him cry like this wasnt something that he wanted.
"He still has his sixty second lapses im afraid." he muttered
Mikey whimpered and hugged him tighter "It hurts that it cant be the three of us anymore..."
"Hush babe i know," he comforted, leading Mikey into the kitchen for a cup of coffee "This is he best we can do, so well... you know."
He sighed, taking the cup of coffee being offered to him. No, he couldnt take Gee attempting suicide again, but of all the memories and of all the time frames in the world why is it that night that kept repeating itself? That he couldnt remember either of them? He clutched the mug's handle tightly, almost breaking it until Frank put his hand over his.
"We'll find a way..." he said, determined and wanting to believe his own voice as well. "Until then, this is all we can do."
Mikey nodded again, the truth hurt, but it hurt more when it came from one of the two people he loved more than anything in the world.
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i opened my eyes and looked about the room, not exactly sure why. I find my clothes folded neatly at the foot of the bed, I always sleep naked. I cant help but feel there should be something here, that there was something that was missing.
I let my tired eyes travel to the collection of cds, my bookshelf, the door and finally onto my art supplies, never in anything more than a messy pile.
I look through my sketchbooks, some drew me to it, just wondering, why i always draw strangers. Two men, but i doubt they could be anyone real, they were far too perfect, far too beautiful.
I dont know why but when i see these it makes me smile through sixty second lapses, as i run my hands over the words this is the song the caged bird sings...
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Author's Note: Yeah, and there is another -implied- fraycest with more of frerard heheh... i started this with sixty second lapses then it became this. Gee with a mental condition that kept his memory only to the day he attempted suicide, everything else was insignificant.
I think i'll leave this as a oneshot, i cant do multi chap fics at the moment and for those reading Deck of Cards i might put it on haitus for awhile.
reviews are love ehheh :D
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