L.A 1/1 UNLOCKED
Title: LA
Written by: ME
Pairing: F/G
Summary: Part of Reflections Universe. Gerard and Frank meet in LA.
Warning: Cursileria!
Author Note: Set after Reflections. That universe won't let me be. I'm tempted to write something about Frank pre reflections. Unbeta Friends Only
He was there standing by the front desk, shifting from foot to foot and hiding behind his hair. His hair looked long and wet and I couldn’t wait to push it back off his face. I actually froze by the door, just watching him because this almost felt unreal. There he was waiting for me. There were times that I didn’t think this would ever happen. I thought I’d have to fight a bit more for him, that I had to bring back his memories to be able to bring him back to me. As it was he wants to create new memories with me, he loves me. Not even by forgetting everything and me did he ever stop loving me.
The other guys push past me, they are tired and want to go shower and sleep. I can’t seem to move, I’m afraid that as I step close to him this illusion will break. Bob hands me my key card and pats me on the shoulder, smiling towards were he is. It’s then that he looks up, a small nervous smile on his face.
He takes a step towards me and I drop my bag and run to him. It isn’t a dream; it isn’t an illusion he is here with for me. His arms wrap around me in that awkward way that is only ours. I hold him back wishing to never let him go. I don’t ever want to leave his side, but I will I have a tour to finish.
I want to kiss him, but we don’t he pulls me away and his eyes sweep over my face, “I’ve missed you.”
“So have I.”
I pick up my bag and we walk together to the elevator. We quietly wait for it; we don’t look at each other we are both focused on waiting on the ding that announces it’s here. A couple walks out of the elevator and we walk in, I’m excited, my leg shakes and I chew on my lip.
The elevator doors close and he turns to me, “I didn’t think I would miss you so much. You don’t have an idea of how much I’ve missed. You’ve taken over everyone of my thoughts.”
I have nothing to say, I can’t do anything other than pull him towards me taking his lips and wrapping my arms around him. A long satisfied sound escapes him and he reciprocates my kiss, his arms around my waste as he tightens our hold. I don’t want to breath anything other than his breath. I don’t want to feel anything other than his skin.
We tumble out of the elevator almost forgetting my bag inside it. We laugh at our fumbling movements, it’s hard to walk when concentrated on being just one. We need to pull apart to open the door to the hotel room.
The atmosphere around us changed once we walked into the room. There’s a small sitting area, a bar and to the side an open door to the bedroom were a large bed with a crisp white comforter sits center stage.
We haven’t made love since that one night when he left me. I don’t resent him, but it isn’t a night either of us really wants to remember, not the night it self but the morning after.
He puts my bag down and I offer him a drink. We move away from the door but not towards the bedroom. He sits on the couch his eyes intense on the window. The city is bright under its cloud of smog. I hand him a cup of water and get a beer for myself.
“What is your schedule like?”
I hesitated about where to sit, I want to be near him, but I don’t want to seem desperate, he makes room for me on the couch and I sit by him. The beer is cold, but I’m not interested in it.
“We have tonight off, tomorrow Jeph is doing an interview…I asked for time off…you know to…”
“Spend time with me.” His eyes shine and I feel a blush creeping up my neck.
“You don’t mind me not remembering, you truly don’t?”
“I wish you did, but not for you to remember me, but for yourself. There are wonderful things that retelling them can’t capture the feeling.”
He looks sad nodding as I speak. I don’t want him that way I want him smiling. I lay my head against his shoulder my hand tickling over his thigh. “I don’t mind, because I want to make new memories with you.”
He kisses the top of my head but other than that says nothing. We sit there in silence simply enjoying each other’s presence and as boring as it may seem, it was heaven to me. We had no hurry, no need to fill empty space with nonsense, because we had each other.
We eventually made it to the bedroom, there was slight apprehension in our movements, but he whispered, “I won’t leave you” into my ear and I believed him. He knew my body better than I even could remember, his lips and hands new were to go, how long to go and how to touch. They were strumming me like a guitar and I was loving it, making music for him following his instructions and bending to his will. I didn’t mind giving into him.
He sculpted me into a creature of pleasure writhing beneath him, every nerve ending in my body calibrated to his touch, the sweet burn of his entry, the move of his hips, the nip of his teeth everything perfect synchrony. My hands were disoriented; my body had forgotten this type of ecstasy, this torture of being taken to the brink of insanity just to be pulled back. It felt like an eternity of pleasure that never came to climax.
As his body rocked against me and his teeth dragged down my skin, I begged him to stop, to continue, to let me finish. I heard and felt his laughter, I felt the shift of his body as pressure was brought directly to where I wanted it so. His hands took control over my own and he guided them over me, my body tensed and curved as I felt heat explode. My eyes widen until I saw darkness, stars, his body slumped against me, his breathing agitated and my lips desperate for his.
We kissed, gentle as the ripples of pleasure left our bodies weary and tired. My eyes closed.
When I woke up he was sitting naked across from me. A notepad and pencil in his hand. I was exposed the sheet had been pulled back.
“Old habits die hard,” I murmured as I stretched.
“Don’t move. I’m almost done.” I knew I’d be lying here for at least another hour.
Written by: ME
Pairing: F/G
Summary: Part of Reflections Universe. Gerard and Frank meet in LA.
Warning: Cursileria!
Author Note: Set after Reflections. That universe won't let me be. I'm tempted to write something about Frank pre reflections. Unbeta Friends Only
He was there standing by the front desk, shifting from foot to foot and hiding behind his hair. His hair looked long and wet and I couldn’t wait to push it back off his face. I actually froze by the door, just watching him because this almost felt unreal. There he was waiting for me. There were times that I didn’t think this would ever happen. I thought I’d have to fight a bit more for him, that I had to bring back his memories to be able to bring him back to me. As it was he wants to create new memories with me, he loves me. Not even by forgetting everything and me did he ever stop loving me.
The other guys push past me, they are tired and want to go shower and sleep. I can’t seem to move, I’m afraid that as I step close to him this illusion will break. Bob hands me my key card and pats me on the shoulder, smiling towards were he is. It’s then that he looks up, a small nervous smile on his face.
He takes a step towards me and I drop my bag and run to him. It isn’t a dream; it isn’t an illusion he is here with for me. His arms wrap around me in that awkward way that is only ours. I hold him back wishing to never let him go. I don’t ever want to leave his side, but I will I have a tour to finish.
I want to kiss him, but we don’t he pulls me away and his eyes sweep over my face, “I’ve missed you.”
“So have I.”
I pick up my bag and we walk together to the elevator. We quietly wait for it; we don’t look at each other we are both focused on waiting on the ding that announces it’s here. A couple walks out of the elevator and we walk in, I’m excited, my leg shakes and I chew on my lip.
The elevator doors close and he turns to me, “I didn’t think I would miss you so much. You don’t have an idea of how much I’ve missed. You’ve taken over everyone of my thoughts.”
I have nothing to say, I can’t do anything other than pull him towards me taking his lips and wrapping my arms around him. A long satisfied sound escapes him and he reciprocates my kiss, his arms around my waste as he tightens our hold. I don’t want to breath anything other than his breath. I don’t want to feel anything other than his skin.
We tumble out of the elevator almost forgetting my bag inside it. We laugh at our fumbling movements, it’s hard to walk when concentrated on being just one. We need to pull apart to open the door to the hotel room.
The atmosphere around us changed once we walked into the room. There’s a small sitting area, a bar and to the side an open door to the bedroom were a large bed with a crisp white comforter sits center stage.
We haven’t made love since that one night when he left me. I don’t resent him, but it isn’t a night either of us really wants to remember, not the night it self but the morning after.
He puts my bag down and I offer him a drink. We move away from the door but not towards the bedroom. He sits on the couch his eyes intense on the window. The city is bright under its cloud of smog. I hand him a cup of water and get a beer for myself.
“What is your schedule like?”
I hesitated about where to sit, I want to be near him, but I don’t want to seem desperate, he makes room for me on the couch and I sit by him. The beer is cold, but I’m not interested in it.
“We have tonight off, tomorrow Jeph is doing an interview…I asked for time off…you know to…”
“Spend time with me.” His eyes shine and I feel a blush creeping up my neck.
“You don’t mind me not remembering, you truly don’t?”
“I wish you did, but not for you to remember me, but for yourself. There are wonderful things that retelling them can’t capture the feeling.”
He looks sad nodding as I speak. I don’t want him that way I want him smiling. I lay my head against his shoulder my hand tickling over his thigh. “I don’t mind, because I want to make new memories with you.”
He kisses the top of my head but other than that says nothing. We sit there in silence simply enjoying each other’s presence and as boring as it may seem, it was heaven to me. We had no hurry, no need to fill empty space with nonsense, because we had each other.
We eventually made it to the bedroom, there was slight apprehension in our movements, but he whispered, “I won’t leave you” into my ear and I believed him. He knew my body better than I even could remember, his lips and hands new were to go, how long to go and how to touch. They were strumming me like a guitar and I was loving it, making music for him following his instructions and bending to his will. I didn’t mind giving into him.
He sculpted me into a creature of pleasure writhing beneath him, every nerve ending in my body calibrated to his touch, the sweet burn of his entry, the move of his hips, the nip of his teeth everything perfect synchrony. My hands were disoriented; my body had forgotten this type of ecstasy, this torture of being taken to the brink of insanity just to be pulled back. It felt like an eternity of pleasure that never came to climax.
As his body rocked against me and his teeth dragged down my skin, I begged him to stop, to continue, to let me finish. I heard and felt his laughter, I felt the shift of his body as pressure was brought directly to where I wanted it so. His hands took control over my own and he guided them over me, my body tensed and curved as I felt heat explode. My eyes widen until I saw darkness, stars, his body slumped against me, his breathing agitated and my lips desperate for his.
We kissed, gentle as the ripples of pleasure left our bodies weary and tired. My eyes closed.
When I woke up he was sitting naked across from me. A notepad and pencil in his hand. I was exposed the sheet had been pulled back.
“Old habits die hard,” I murmured as I stretched.
“Don’t move. I’m almost done.” I knew I’d be lying here for at least another hour.