Doors
Band: The Used/ My Chemical Romance
Pairings: Gerard/Bert
Count: 1286
Rating: G
Prompt: “They took everything-Except for one odd thing.”
Disclaimer: hahHAHAHAHA IT'S FAAAAAAAAAAKE
Three doors slammed in perfect order, each sound more muffled than the last. First the bedroom, then the front door, and the car door. Gerard let out the breath he’d been holding in, coming out as a quiet sigh. The home, filled with yelling and slamming doors just a few minutes ago, was now disgustingly silent. The ceiling fan above the bed creaked slightly as it spun. One screw had come loose some months ago, and neither Bert nor Gerard had felt like fixing it at the moment, or any other time they complained about the noise; Bert always promised he would fix it the next day. Gerard stared up at the faulty fixture, squinting into the light, as if it were mocking him. Gerard stood up from the corner of the bed he had been perched on for nearly an hour and flipped the switch on the wall closest to the door. The rhythmic creaking slowed down until it stopped all together, and the mid-July heat settled down in the room. The humidity mixed with the now roaring silence seemed to choke Gerard. He took a deep breath and left the room, not bothering to turn the light off.
The front door opened and closed, not nearly as loud as the last time it had been handled. The air outside was just as constricting as inside, but somehow, Gerard felt himself breathe easier once he was on the front step of the small townhouse, cigarette in hand. True, his ease could have been brought on by the smoke entering and leaving his lungs, but Gerard decided to think of it as getting out of that house. He craned his neck and looked up at the second story window looking out onto the road. The light from the bedroom leaked out from the spots where the blinds were broken; reminding Gerard he’s forgotten to turn it off. He sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly. Putting out his cigarette on the cold concrete step he sat on, Gerard let his eyes scan up to the empty spot in the driveway, then his car parked on the sidewalk. Without consent from his mind, Gerard’s legs pulled him to stand up, and walk across the overgrown lawn over to his crappy ‘96 Toyota Carolla. The doors were unlocked as always. Gerard never cared if something were to happen to his car; there would always be Bert’s. Now all he had was half a tank of gas, a back window covered in a trash bag, and nowhere to go.
The car door opened with an ungodly creak after a lot of coaxing on Gerard’s behalf. Locking and unlocking the door nearly 6 times before it actually unlocked all the way, then jiggling the handle for a minute were the reasons Gerard hardly ever used this car. He sat in the driver’s seat with the seat pushed back so he could stretch his legs out more than usual. Gerard scanned his eyes over the dirt and grime covering every inch of the car. The dashboard was covered in stickers and post-its, cigarette ash and crumpled cigarette packages covering the top. Gerard reached out and grabbed one package that was Bert’s brand. It was always irritating for the two of them that they didn’t share the same brand of cigarettes, even though Bert would still steal a lit one right out of Gerard’s mouth and take a long drag off it. Gerard fingered over the sharp edges of the crumpled cardboard before putting it back where it was. Gerard looked out of front windshield up at the moon, hidden by foggy clouds. He looked back down to where the parking break was pulled up in place; the car couldn’t support itself on the slight incline that the house sat on. Wedged between the seat and the center console, a piece of plastic caught the light of the moon and Gerard’s eye. He wiggled the plastic orb out, and held it in his hands.
The bar door swung close, the air filled with drunken giggled and the sound of shoes shuffling against concrete. Gerard leaned heavily on Bert, who leaned back on Gerard so that they were both bent at sort of a 20 degree angle. Bert slurred something against Gerard’s shoulder then let out a high-pitched giggle. Gerard laughed along, despite not hearing a word he had said. The color that came off of neon lights in the windows of stores bounced onto Bert’s scruffy face, and that made Gerard laugh more because he looked like someone had thrown up fruit loops on him but in a really artistic way. Bert gasped and Gerard thought maybe he had said that aloud, but Bert let go of Gerard and stumbled over to press himself against a window. Gerard almost fell over without the support of Bert to lean on, but used that stumble to go over to where Bert was staring wistfully into a store. Bert mumbled something about wanting to play, and Gerard craned his neck to see the sign of the store they were loitering at. A candy and toy store. Why didn’t that surprise him? Bert whined again and pulled Gerard’s face back to the window, forcing him to look at the 25 cent toy dispenser just a few feet inside the store. Before Gerard could make sense of it all, Bert was pulling him into the store, trying to act as sober as possible. It didn’t matter though; the only person in the store was a bored looking teenager behind the counter wearing a white and red striped apron. Gerard smiled apologetically at the guy but he just sighed and waved him off. Bert slapped Gerard in the side and demanded he give him a quarter, which luckily, Gerard had a few of in his pocket. Bert slipped the coin in the slot, turned the knob, and after a second or two of weird cranking noises a small ball hit the swinging door at the bottom of the machine. Bert pulled it out and held it up like it was the Holy Grail or something. With a great deal of effort on both men’s behalf, the purple lid finally popped off as they walked out of the store, ignoring the teenager mumbling something under his breath. Bert stared down into the plastic ball like it held the secrets of the planet and extracted a cheap plastic ring with a big red heart on top of it. With the most awestruck look on his face he knelt down in front of Gerard and grabbed his right hand, slipping the ring onto the wrong finger, and then nuzzled his head against it.
The bedroom door was left ajar, no lights were on, and the squeaking of the fan was absent. Gerard lay curled up on his side of the bed, fully dressed and without a blanket. The heat made it impossible to even throw a sheet over someone without making it unbearable. The mattress creaked and dipped as hands and knees dug into it, and let out a sound of relief as the other body settled down, squirmed close and pressing against Gerard’s back. They draped an arm over Gerard’s soft middle and whispered sweet words into his ear, though Gerard was only half awake and half aware of what was going on. They laid their head on the same pillow and buried their nose into Gerard’s soft, black hair, slowly looping his fingers into the spaces between Gerard’s. As they both drifted off into a well needed sleep, Gerard felt the other’s thumb softly trace over the plastic ring that fit perfectly onto the wrong finger on his right hand.
Pairings: Gerard/Bert
Count: 1286
Rating: G
Prompt: “They took everything-Except for one odd thing.”
Disclaimer: hahHAHAHAHA IT'S FAAAAAAAAAAKE
Three doors slammed in perfect order, each sound more muffled than the last. First the bedroom, then the front door, and the car door. Gerard let out the breath he’d been holding in, coming out as a quiet sigh. The home, filled with yelling and slamming doors just a few minutes ago, was now disgustingly silent. The ceiling fan above the bed creaked slightly as it spun. One screw had come loose some months ago, and neither Bert nor Gerard had felt like fixing it at the moment, or any other time they complained about the noise; Bert always promised he would fix it the next day. Gerard stared up at the faulty fixture, squinting into the light, as if it were mocking him. Gerard stood up from the corner of the bed he had been perched on for nearly an hour and flipped the switch on the wall closest to the door. The rhythmic creaking slowed down until it stopped all together, and the mid-July heat settled down in the room. The humidity mixed with the now roaring silence seemed to choke Gerard. He took a deep breath and left the room, not bothering to turn the light off.
The front door opened and closed, not nearly as loud as the last time it had been handled. The air outside was just as constricting as inside, but somehow, Gerard felt himself breathe easier once he was on the front step of the small townhouse, cigarette in hand. True, his ease could have been brought on by the smoke entering and leaving his lungs, but Gerard decided to think of it as getting out of that house. He craned his neck and looked up at the second story window looking out onto the road. The light from the bedroom leaked out from the spots where the blinds were broken; reminding Gerard he’s forgotten to turn it off. He sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly. Putting out his cigarette on the cold concrete step he sat on, Gerard let his eyes scan up to the empty spot in the driveway, then his car parked on the sidewalk. Without consent from his mind, Gerard’s legs pulled him to stand up, and walk across the overgrown lawn over to his crappy ‘96 Toyota Carolla. The doors were unlocked as always. Gerard never cared if something were to happen to his car; there would always be Bert’s. Now all he had was half a tank of gas, a back window covered in a trash bag, and nowhere to go.
The car door opened with an ungodly creak after a lot of coaxing on Gerard’s behalf. Locking and unlocking the door nearly 6 times before it actually unlocked all the way, then jiggling the handle for a minute were the reasons Gerard hardly ever used this car. He sat in the driver’s seat with the seat pushed back so he could stretch his legs out more than usual. Gerard scanned his eyes over the dirt and grime covering every inch of the car. The dashboard was covered in stickers and post-its, cigarette ash and crumpled cigarette packages covering the top. Gerard reached out and grabbed one package that was Bert’s brand. It was always irritating for the two of them that they didn’t share the same brand of cigarettes, even though Bert would still steal a lit one right out of Gerard’s mouth and take a long drag off it. Gerard fingered over the sharp edges of the crumpled cardboard before putting it back where it was. Gerard looked out of front windshield up at the moon, hidden by foggy clouds. He looked back down to where the parking break was pulled up in place; the car couldn’t support itself on the slight incline that the house sat on. Wedged between the seat and the center console, a piece of plastic caught the light of the moon and Gerard’s eye. He wiggled the plastic orb out, and held it in his hands.
The bar door swung close, the air filled with drunken giggled and the sound of shoes shuffling against concrete. Gerard leaned heavily on Bert, who leaned back on Gerard so that they were both bent at sort of a 20 degree angle. Bert slurred something against Gerard’s shoulder then let out a high-pitched giggle. Gerard laughed along, despite not hearing a word he had said. The color that came off of neon lights in the windows of stores bounced onto Bert’s scruffy face, and that made Gerard laugh more because he looked like someone had thrown up fruit loops on him but in a really artistic way. Bert gasped and Gerard thought maybe he had said that aloud, but Bert let go of Gerard and stumbled over to press himself against a window. Gerard almost fell over without the support of Bert to lean on, but used that stumble to go over to where Bert was staring wistfully into a store. Bert mumbled something about wanting to play, and Gerard craned his neck to see the sign of the store they were loitering at. A candy and toy store. Why didn’t that surprise him? Bert whined again and pulled Gerard’s face back to the window, forcing him to look at the 25 cent toy dispenser just a few feet inside the store. Before Gerard could make sense of it all, Bert was pulling him into the store, trying to act as sober as possible. It didn’t matter though; the only person in the store was a bored looking teenager behind the counter wearing a white and red striped apron. Gerard smiled apologetically at the guy but he just sighed and waved him off. Bert slapped Gerard in the side and demanded he give him a quarter, which luckily, Gerard had a few of in his pocket. Bert slipped the coin in the slot, turned the knob, and after a second or two of weird cranking noises a small ball hit the swinging door at the bottom of the machine. Bert pulled it out and held it up like it was the Holy Grail or something. With a great deal of effort on both men’s behalf, the purple lid finally popped off as they walked out of the store, ignoring the teenager mumbling something under his breath. Bert stared down into the plastic ball like it held the secrets of the planet and extracted a cheap plastic ring with a big red heart on top of it. With the most awestruck look on his face he knelt down in front of Gerard and grabbed his right hand, slipping the ring onto the wrong finger, and then nuzzled his head against it.
The bedroom door was left ajar, no lights were on, and the squeaking of the fan was absent. Gerard lay curled up on his side of the bed, fully dressed and without a blanket. The heat made it impossible to even throw a sheet over someone without making it unbearable. The mattress creaked and dipped as hands and knees dug into it, and let out a sound of relief as the other body settled down, squirmed close and pressing against Gerard’s back. They draped an arm over Gerard’s soft middle and whispered sweet words into his ear, though Gerard was only half awake and half aware of what was going on. They laid their head on the same pillow and buried their nose into Gerard’s soft, black hair, slowly looping his fingers into the spaces between Gerard’s. As they both drifted off into a well needed sleep, Gerard felt the other’s thumb softly trace over the plastic ring that fit perfectly onto the wrong finger on his right hand.