And we won't let you in...you win.
Title:Possessive
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Word Count: 589
Summary:When he's up on stage, he belongs to him.
Dedicated to: Lucy (whisperingtome), because she is definitely the nicest beta in the world. And to helena_lee, because she's the victim of my possessiveness. xD
Possessive
It happens during the small break between a song and the next.
Gerard's back is to the screaming ferocious crowd, and he is absentmindedly watching Bob brush his eyes, wiping the sweat drops from his eyelashes. Mikey walks randomly past him, eyes focused on his boots, hands scratching his nose distractedly. The thrill of the last song's performance is diminishing, and Gerard reinforces the grip around his microphone, concentrating and preparing for what is coming next.
That is, until he spots Frank; guitar in his hands, stepping towards the side of the stage where she's standing, watching them with eyes glittering with pride and excitement. She says something in his ear, while he unashamedly spits on the floor (Gerard's pretty sure it's a robotic action by now), and she must be telling him something quite amusing, because a grin is slowly blooming on his lips and he throws his head back in a laughing fit.
Gerard's insides begin to burn. He's torn between wanting to know what the hell she's saying to him and wishing she'd stop speaking at all. His mind is quickly made up for the latter, because even though he can't listen to Frank's laughter from where he's standing, due to the crowd's deafening voice, it is somehow buzzing in his ears and causing his head to spin slowly.
The first few chords for the next song are heard, the crowd is silent once more, and that is Gerard's cue. He never takes his eyes off him while he sings, and as the blue and white lights explode around the venue as the drums kick in, he perceives that neither does she.
Her stare is made of desire and possessiveness, just like his, and it kills Gerard. It's quite unacceptable. It's a break of their un-existing agreement, it's practically trespassing. She should know she has no business in here, a voice in the back of his head whispers. She doesn't own him. Not here.
He motions towards Frank, whose eyes are shut, fully concentrated on his guitar playing - it makes Gerard feel guilty for a second, since he is just spilling the words automatically at the moment. He embraces Frank from behind, hand roaming, caressing his chest protected by the thin fabric of his t-shirt; his nose rubs Frank's ear gently. He takes his finger to the shorter man's chin, making his head turn so Frank's beautiful eyes make contact with his. His singing voice is loud and reverberates, but somehow, in Gerard's mind, it comes out as soft and caring as a whisper.
“I'll kiss your lips again...”
He presses his mouth against Frank's, and it's only for a moment, and the taste is ever so familiar, the salty sweat he licks off as the high-pitched scream from the crowd reaches a maddening level.
Frank stares into his eyes, grinning, and playfully grabs the collar of his shirt, pushing him away. Gerard can't help but smirk, and when he glances at her and sees her eyebrows raise, it only broadens his smirk. She drops her jaw, letting a small gasp go.
Gerard is not feeling sorry nor ashamed. He's entitled to this. Outside, she is somewhat the rightful owner and Gerard can't get a hold of Frank, like he is made of vapor, always seeping slowly from his reach to meet her arms. He recognizes when he has lost a battle.
But right here, right now? Frank belongs to Gerard, like a song, and he is not letting go of that.
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Word Count: 589
Summary:When he's up on stage, he belongs to him.
Dedicated to: Lucy (whisperingtome), because she is definitely the nicest beta in the world. And to helena_lee, because she's the victim of my possessiveness. xD
Possessive
It happens during the small break between a song and the next.
Gerard's back is to the screaming ferocious crowd, and he is absentmindedly watching Bob brush his eyes, wiping the sweat drops from his eyelashes. Mikey walks randomly past him, eyes focused on his boots, hands scratching his nose distractedly. The thrill of the last song's performance is diminishing, and Gerard reinforces the grip around his microphone, concentrating and preparing for what is coming next.
That is, until he spots Frank; guitar in his hands, stepping towards the side of the stage where she's standing, watching them with eyes glittering with pride and excitement. She says something in his ear, while he unashamedly spits on the floor (Gerard's pretty sure it's a robotic action by now), and she must be telling him something quite amusing, because a grin is slowly blooming on his lips and he throws his head back in a laughing fit.
Gerard's insides begin to burn. He's torn between wanting to know what the hell she's saying to him and wishing she'd stop speaking at all. His mind is quickly made up for the latter, because even though he can't listen to Frank's laughter from where he's standing, due to the crowd's deafening voice, it is somehow buzzing in his ears and causing his head to spin slowly.
The first few chords for the next song are heard, the crowd is silent once more, and that is Gerard's cue. He never takes his eyes off him while he sings, and as the blue and white lights explode around the venue as the drums kick in, he perceives that neither does she.
Her stare is made of desire and possessiveness, just like his, and it kills Gerard. It's quite unacceptable. It's a break of their un-existing agreement, it's practically trespassing. She should know she has no business in here, a voice in the back of his head whispers. She doesn't own him. Not here.
He motions towards Frank, whose eyes are shut, fully concentrated on his guitar playing - it makes Gerard feel guilty for a second, since he is just spilling the words automatically at the moment. He embraces Frank from behind, hand roaming, caressing his chest protected by the thin fabric of his t-shirt; his nose rubs Frank's ear gently. He takes his finger to the shorter man's chin, making his head turn so Frank's beautiful eyes make contact with his. His singing voice is loud and reverberates, but somehow, in Gerard's mind, it comes out as soft and caring as a whisper.
“I'll kiss your lips again...”
He presses his mouth against Frank's, and it's only for a moment, and the taste is ever so familiar, the salty sweat he licks off as the high-pitched scream from the crowd reaches a maddening level.
Frank stares into his eyes, grinning, and playfully grabs the collar of his shirt, pushing him away. Gerard can't help but smirk, and when he glances at her and sees her eyebrows raise, it only broadens his smirk. She drops her jaw, letting a small gasp go.
Gerard is not feeling sorry nor ashamed. He's entitled to this. Outside, she is somewhat the rightful owner and Gerard can't get a hold of Frank, like he is made of vapor, always seeping slowly from his reach to meet her arms. He recognizes when he has lost a battle.
But right here, right now? Frank belongs to Gerard, like a song, and he is not letting go of that.