Not One of Those Days
Title: Not One of Those Days
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Ray/Gerard; implied past Bert/Gerard
Rating: PG (for language)
Disclaimer: Fiction. Learn it, live it, love it.
Summary: Art/music as therapy...
The click and hum of calloused fingers sliding over guitar strings echoed through out the apartment. Stretched out and across his oversized couch, Ray laid back and strummed out a few melodies on his unplugged instrument. No reason really to piss off the neighbors; he'd get to jam with the guys in a few hours. Right now he was just killing time until Gerard showed up so they could bounce ideas off each other about which vocals to do together and stuff.
Gerard had been very vocal lately about his dreams at realizing the concept of their new album. In all honesty, Ray thought the idea kind of rocked. He'd even liked the unforms that the lead vocalist had designed. It was going to be awesome as shit to see how it made them all look on stage. They were going to fucking be The Black Parade.
A knock sounded at the door. "It's open!" The guitarist yelled knowing exactly who was at the door and continued letting his fingers dance over the strings. Eyes closed, he was just letting the familiarity of the new chords roll over him until they became second nature.
"Sounding good, Toro..."
A smile spread across Ray's lips before he even opened his eyes. Gerard had finally fucking arrived; now they could get down to business. He pushed himself up and gently laid his guitar across his coffee table before glancing up at the other man. When he did, his jaw fell open in shock. Blonde. Plantinum fucking blonde.
Gerard shifted on his feet and crammed his hands further into his hoodie. Chewing on his bottom lip, he sighed and looked directly at the guitarist. "You hate it."
"N-no..." Toro pushed himself to his feet and walked over to Gerard. His gaze took in the entirety of the look for a few moments. "It suits you..." Ray finally murmered quietly. And it so fucking did. One would think that someone as pale as Gerard wouldn't be able to pull off white fucking blonde hair, but he so could. Sure, it made him look a hell of a lot younger but that was suppose to be a good thing... right?
"The guys haven't seen it yet... Mikes is gonna fucking flip."
Ray ducked his head down to maintain Gerard's gaze. "Hey, I didn't..."
"You're different..."
Cocking his head to the side, Ray gave the lead vocalist a look that clearly questioned the meaning behind his statement. If he was so different then why was Gerard mimicking ghosts? "...just tell me this isn't about him." Startled eyes flared up at him. Okay, so it either was or very much wasn't. "Gee?"
"It's fucking not..." Jaw setting tightly in anger, Gerard thrust his chin out. "I don't get why you all think I'm still fucking hung up on that asshole. Why you of all..."
"Your inspiration comes from somewhere..." Toro reached out and took the other man's face in his hands. Today was obviously not the time to get territorial. "And I know it isn't from us..." Leaning in, he stole a single gentle kiss from Gerard's lips. Before he could pull away the vocalist clung to his shoulders.
"... he..."
In the silence between them, Ray felt a familiar hurt and despondancy flare up. "...didn't deserve you."
Whimpering angrily, Gerard pressed his forehead against Ray's. "When am I going to stop hating him so fucking much?"
"...you do a little more each day, baby." Gerard made another pained sound as Ray's hands spread from his face to his neck. Tilting the vocalist's chin upward with his thumbs, he stole another kiss; this one longer and filled with every emotion the guitarist felt unable to convey in a forum of words. When they parted, Gerard curled into Ray's chest and sighed. The red head simply smiled down at him and ran his fingers over the edge of the hood of the vocalist's coat.
As much as he'd like to spend their limited time together sharing lingering kisses and intimate touch, Toro knew the other man well enough to know that the best thing for him right now was to exorcise the demons that had come to reside within his thoughts. And what better what than working on the lyrics and harmonies? "C'mon baby, let's get to work..."
Ray pressed his lips against the corner of Gerard's cheekbone and let his breathe come out in a slow steady exhale. Some days he wondered how long the other man would remain stuck in the past and if things were worth the wait. However, today was not one of those days.
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Ray/Gerard; implied past Bert/Gerard
Rating: PG (for language)
Disclaimer: Fiction. Learn it, live it, love it.
Summary: Art/music as therapy...
The click and hum of calloused fingers sliding over guitar strings echoed through out the apartment. Stretched out and across his oversized couch, Ray laid back and strummed out a few melodies on his unplugged instrument. No reason really to piss off the neighbors; he'd get to jam with the guys in a few hours. Right now he was just killing time until Gerard showed up so they could bounce ideas off each other about which vocals to do together and stuff.
Gerard had been very vocal lately about his dreams at realizing the concept of their new album. In all honesty, Ray thought the idea kind of rocked. He'd even liked the unforms that the lead vocalist had designed. It was going to be awesome as shit to see how it made them all look on stage. They were going to fucking be The Black Parade.
A knock sounded at the door. "It's open!" The guitarist yelled knowing exactly who was at the door and continued letting his fingers dance over the strings. Eyes closed, he was just letting the familiarity of the new chords roll over him until they became second nature.
"Sounding good, Toro..."
A smile spread across Ray's lips before he even opened his eyes. Gerard had finally fucking arrived; now they could get down to business. He pushed himself up and gently laid his guitar across his coffee table before glancing up at the other man. When he did, his jaw fell open in shock. Blonde. Plantinum fucking blonde.
Gerard shifted on his feet and crammed his hands further into his hoodie. Chewing on his bottom lip, he sighed and looked directly at the guitarist. "You hate it."
"N-no..." Toro pushed himself to his feet and walked over to Gerard. His gaze took in the entirety of the look for a few moments. "It suits you..." Ray finally murmered quietly. And it so fucking did. One would think that someone as pale as Gerard wouldn't be able to pull off white fucking blonde hair, but he so could. Sure, it made him look a hell of a lot younger but that was suppose to be a good thing... right?
"The guys haven't seen it yet... Mikes is gonna fucking flip."
Ray ducked his head down to maintain Gerard's gaze. "Hey, I didn't..."
"You're different..."
Cocking his head to the side, Ray gave the lead vocalist a look that clearly questioned the meaning behind his statement. If he was so different then why was Gerard mimicking ghosts? "...just tell me this isn't about him." Startled eyes flared up at him. Okay, so it either was or very much wasn't. "Gee?"
"It's fucking not..." Jaw setting tightly in anger, Gerard thrust his chin out. "I don't get why you all think I'm still fucking hung up on that asshole. Why you of all..."
"Your inspiration comes from somewhere..." Toro reached out and took the other man's face in his hands. Today was obviously not the time to get territorial. "And I know it isn't from us..." Leaning in, he stole a single gentle kiss from Gerard's lips. Before he could pull away the vocalist clung to his shoulders.
"... he..."
In the silence between them, Ray felt a familiar hurt and despondancy flare up. "...didn't deserve you."
Whimpering angrily, Gerard pressed his forehead against Ray's. "When am I going to stop hating him so fucking much?"
"...you do a little more each day, baby." Gerard made another pained sound as Ray's hands spread from his face to his neck. Tilting the vocalist's chin upward with his thumbs, he stole another kiss; this one longer and filled with every emotion the guitarist felt unable to convey in a forum of words. When they parted, Gerard curled into Ray's chest and sighed. The red head simply smiled down at him and ran his fingers over the edge of the hood of the vocalist's coat.
As much as he'd like to spend their limited time together sharing lingering kisses and intimate touch, Toro knew the other man well enough to know that the best thing for him right now was to exorcise the demons that had come to reside within his thoughts. And what better what than working on the lyrics and harmonies? "C'mon baby, let's get to work..."
Ray pressed his lips against the corner of Gerard's cheekbone and let his breathe come out in a slow steady exhale. Some days he wondered how long the other man would remain stuck in the past and if things were worth the wait. However, today was not one of those days.