Summer Skin
Title: Summer Skin
Pairing:Gerard/Frank
Rating:R
Summary:The Season's change was a conduit.
Disclaimer: If i owned My Chemical Romance, do you really think i would be sitting in my room writing this false story?
Warnings: the horizontal tango.
The heat of a July sun radiated off of the black top below us. Our feet barely grazed the ground as we swung from back to front, the chains supporting us never ceased to squeak. When we passed each other, I would watch the wind blow through your choppy black hair. The laugh that emitted from your chest raised into the heavens, and I swear if there is a God, he must have been proud of you. The children splashed and sloshed in the cool pool water, as their joyful parents watched from the side. You slowed your swing to a halt, as did I, and your sweet honey eyes fixated on the children. A glaze of adoration formed across your face as you watched them play.
"Gerard, will we ever have children?" Your voice was thick, almost as if a lump formed in the back of your throat, permitting you from speech. Although, I know it was really you holding your emotions hostage. Your question caught me off guard, and I found myself pondering my answer.
Technically no, we never could have children. Genetically speaking. Although there was adoption, or even having another women carry our child, but that child would never be OURS. I didn't want to break your heart though, so I danced around the truth a little.
"We can have whatever you want, babe. You want the moon? I'll grab a rope and lasso it down, just like in the movies. Anything you want, and it's yours." A wide grin broke across your face as you jumped off your swing. You reached your hand out in a desperate fit to grab mine, and you yanked me off of my own swing. Our hands swayed as we walked through the grass, a slight spring in our steps. Quite abruptly, you twisted around and wrapped your arms tight around my waist. My lips found their way to your head as I presented my love and appreciation for you. I glanced to the side, and laying across the ground was our shadow, twice as long as us. There were two separate bodies, but they molded together to form a single being.
-X-
It was late August and I was stretched across your worn out mattress. The sun was hanging low in the horizon, sending soft orange beams through your window. You were standing at your bathroom mirror cursing the humidity and what it does to your hair. Finally realizing that nothing you could do would change the weather, you trudged out to the bedroom and plopped down next to me. We watched as dust particles floated in the air, only visible when the sun rays directly hit them. I emitted a content sigh as your head found its way to my chest, and your petite arms rest across my abdomen. My fingers traced small circles across your shoulder blades, and you snuggled a little farther into me. You sat up, pulled your soft face closer to mine, and captured our lips in a passion-filled kiss. I rested my palms flat on your flushed cheeks and kissed back, heating the lip lock that much more.
You twisted your lithe frame, and swung your leg over, so that each calf rested upon my hips. Despite the numerous times we had been intimate your hands still shook uncontrollably. Your calloused finger tips snaked underneath the lower hem of my tee shirt and ghosted over the access flesh of my stomach. This sheer act erupted goosebumps all across my arms and chest. Your lips attached to my neck, caressing and loving the soft flesh underneath the hinge of my jaw. Your small hands made their way up my chest and finally slipped the material over my head. When our lips rejoined I ran my fingers through your brown hair and twisted its locks around my fingers. Piece by piece our clothes shed from our flushed bodies, and soon we were skin to skin. Soul to soul. You gently slid into me, and in one slow, agonizing movement, we were one. The pieces of our puzzle were united, without one chunk astray. Our hands were slippery and sweaty while intertwined, and your eyes showed me more love than your words ever could. Before the eruption of ecstasy was about to hit, you leaned down and grazed your soft, flawless lips over my chapped, and worn pair. I writhed underneath you in anticipation for the explosion between our two bodies. When we were through, you collapsed on top of me, us still one, and we planted soft butterfly kisses on any exposed skin. You sighed contently as we held on to our love with strong hands.
"Even if the humidity hadn't of screwed up my hair, that surely did." A faint smirk played across your lips, as the particles of dust became hidden in the night air.
-X-
"Are you sure you have everything?" My voice cracked down an octave, heavy with sorrow. The lump in your throat constricted your voice, or so I assumed, so you merely nodded a response. We stood timid on the front porch, bundled in our matching coats. The winter sun radiated no heat, and stood still in the center of the hazy, grey sky. Snow had collected on our old, worn out converse, causing our toes to freeze off in the meantime. You stood in front of me, suitcases in hand, and a weighted look of apologies and hurt. Our breath curled out from our lips in tiny ribbons, dissipating into the December atmosphere. I averted my eyes to the ground, and let out a shaky breath I never realized I was holding.
"I'll never regret any of this, Frankie. Please know that. You were, and are, my first love. I am going to love you until the day I die. Maybe even longer," We placed our foreheads together, and you let a solitary tear fall from your gorgeous hazel eyes. I wrapped my icy arms around your neck and held you as tight as I could. My voice lost all volume. "I'm so sorry I couldn't make this work."
Your sobs were muffled into my shoulder, and I could feel your hot tears soak through my shirt. I only held you tighter. The cab pulled up, and it was the sickest of yellows. The paint was pealing off the doors, the driver was bald and had tiny yellow pegs for teeth. I kissed your forehead and loaded the trunk with our memories. You climbed in, and sat upon the cracked black leather seats. I closed the door firmly, never taking my eyes off of yours. I watched the cab travel down the over used pavement until I could no longer see you breaking. It wasn't until the brass dead bolt was securely locked, my coat slung across the back of the couch, that I let myself crumble upon the floor and weep.
We left our love in our summer skin.
Pairing:Gerard/Frank
Rating:R
Summary:The Season's change was a conduit.
Disclaimer: If i owned My Chemical Romance, do you really think i would be sitting in my room writing this false story?
Warnings: the horizontal tango.
The heat of a July sun radiated off of the black top below us. Our feet barely grazed the ground as we swung from back to front, the chains supporting us never ceased to squeak. When we passed each other, I would watch the wind blow through your choppy black hair. The laugh that emitted from your chest raised into the heavens, and I swear if there is a God, he must have been proud of you. The children splashed and sloshed in the cool pool water, as their joyful parents watched from the side. You slowed your swing to a halt, as did I, and your sweet honey eyes fixated on the children. A glaze of adoration formed across your face as you watched them play.
"Gerard, will we ever have children?" Your voice was thick, almost as if a lump formed in the back of your throat, permitting you from speech. Although, I know it was really you holding your emotions hostage. Your question caught me off guard, and I found myself pondering my answer.
Technically no, we never could have children. Genetically speaking. Although there was adoption, or even having another women carry our child, but that child would never be OURS. I didn't want to break your heart though, so I danced around the truth a little.
"We can have whatever you want, babe. You want the moon? I'll grab a rope and lasso it down, just like in the movies. Anything you want, and it's yours." A wide grin broke across your face as you jumped off your swing. You reached your hand out in a desperate fit to grab mine, and you yanked me off of my own swing. Our hands swayed as we walked through the grass, a slight spring in our steps. Quite abruptly, you twisted around and wrapped your arms tight around my waist. My lips found their way to your head as I presented my love and appreciation for you. I glanced to the side, and laying across the ground was our shadow, twice as long as us. There were two separate bodies, but they molded together to form a single being.
-X-
It was late August and I was stretched across your worn out mattress. The sun was hanging low in the horizon, sending soft orange beams through your window. You were standing at your bathroom mirror cursing the humidity and what it does to your hair. Finally realizing that nothing you could do would change the weather, you trudged out to the bedroom and plopped down next to me. We watched as dust particles floated in the air, only visible when the sun rays directly hit them. I emitted a content sigh as your head found its way to my chest, and your petite arms rest across my abdomen. My fingers traced small circles across your shoulder blades, and you snuggled a little farther into me. You sat up, pulled your soft face closer to mine, and captured our lips in a passion-filled kiss. I rested my palms flat on your flushed cheeks and kissed back, heating the lip lock that much more.
You twisted your lithe frame, and swung your leg over, so that each calf rested upon my hips. Despite the numerous times we had been intimate your hands still shook uncontrollably. Your calloused finger tips snaked underneath the lower hem of my tee shirt and ghosted over the access flesh of my stomach. This sheer act erupted goosebumps all across my arms and chest. Your lips attached to my neck, caressing and loving the soft flesh underneath the hinge of my jaw. Your small hands made their way up my chest and finally slipped the material over my head. When our lips rejoined I ran my fingers through your brown hair and twisted its locks around my fingers. Piece by piece our clothes shed from our flushed bodies, and soon we were skin to skin. Soul to soul. You gently slid into me, and in one slow, agonizing movement, we were one. The pieces of our puzzle were united, without one chunk astray. Our hands were slippery and sweaty while intertwined, and your eyes showed me more love than your words ever could. Before the eruption of ecstasy was about to hit, you leaned down and grazed your soft, flawless lips over my chapped, and worn pair. I writhed underneath you in anticipation for the explosion between our two bodies. When we were through, you collapsed on top of me, us still one, and we planted soft butterfly kisses on any exposed skin. You sighed contently as we held on to our love with strong hands.
"Even if the humidity hadn't of screwed up my hair, that surely did." A faint smirk played across your lips, as the particles of dust became hidden in the night air.
-X-
"Are you sure you have everything?" My voice cracked down an octave, heavy with sorrow. The lump in your throat constricted your voice, or so I assumed, so you merely nodded a response. We stood timid on the front porch, bundled in our matching coats. The winter sun radiated no heat, and stood still in the center of the hazy, grey sky. Snow had collected on our old, worn out converse, causing our toes to freeze off in the meantime. You stood in front of me, suitcases in hand, and a weighted look of apologies and hurt. Our breath curled out from our lips in tiny ribbons, dissipating into the December atmosphere. I averted my eyes to the ground, and let out a shaky breath I never realized I was holding.
"I'll never regret any of this, Frankie. Please know that. You were, and are, my first love. I am going to love you until the day I die. Maybe even longer," We placed our foreheads together, and you let a solitary tear fall from your gorgeous hazel eyes. I wrapped my icy arms around your neck and held you as tight as I could. My voice lost all volume. "I'm so sorry I couldn't make this work."
Your sobs were muffled into my shoulder, and I could feel your hot tears soak through my shirt. I only held you tighter. The cab pulled up, and it was the sickest of yellows. The paint was pealing off the doors, the driver was bald and had tiny yellow pegs for teeth. I kissed your forehead and loaded the trunk with our memories. You climbed in, and sat upon the cracked black leather seats. I closed the door firmly, never taking my eyes off of yours. I watched the cab travel down the over used pavement until I could no longer see you breaking. It wasn't until the brass dead bolt was securely locked, my coat slung across the back of the couch, that I let myself crumble upon the floor and weep.
We left our love in our summer skin.