Fic | Gerard/Frank
These Are My Dreams That I've Never Lived Before
Gerard/Frank | ~400 words | R | My Chemical Romance
"You know what's weird?" Gerard says. "I thought hell would be hotter than this."
So panicatthecobra and I are playing a very unofficial game of cliché bingo, and this goes with the prompt of: Heat. Title comes from So Far Away by Staind.
"You know what's weird?" Gerard says. "I thought hell would be hotter than this."
The woman behind the desk looks up at him. "That's because you're not in hell, darling," she says blandly.
Gerard raises an eyebrow. "I'm in heaven? What the fuck did I do to deserve heaven?"
She clicks some more on her keyboard and looks up at him again. "Save people's lives."
Oh, that, Gerard thinks.
*
Gerard blinks his eyes open to Frank pushing his hair away from his eyes. He's lying in an air-conditioned room, and oh, hey, he didn't realize tonight was a hotel night. He smiles. Awesome.
He says as much and Frank looks at him like he's fucking nuts. "It's not. You passed out from heatstroke."
"…oh," Gerard says. No hotel night. Not awesome. Now that he's thinking about it, he does feel kind of delirious and ridiculous.
"I went to heaven in my dream," Gerard mumbles.
"That's nice," Frank says disconnectedly.
"Where's Mikey Fuckin' Way?" Gerard asks. He notices that Frank hasn't stopped stroking his head, even though his hair is well out of his eyes.
"Around, worrying his ass off, calling your mom," Frank rattles off.
"Did you know I've saved people's lives?"
"Yeah." Frank gives him a weird look. "You've said all along that that's the whole point of this band."
"Yeah," Gerard mimics. "But I didn't think it was true."
"And now you do believe it?"
"Well, God's secretary said, so I guess it's gotta be true, right?" Gerard rolls over onto his side, curling his head into Frank's lap.
"Probably," Frank responds, like he thinks Gerard's a blathering idiot.
"It's just, I thought I was going to hell, you know?" Gerard says. He doesn't care if Frank thinks he's dumb. He just keeps saying what comes to his mind, trying desperately to stay away 'til Mikey gets back.
"You can't go to hell," Frank says, and he sounds almost incredulous and like this is something Gerard should already know.
"Why not?" Gerard argues halfheartedly, feebly. "I've made some pretty shit decisions in my life."
"Because they don't allow angels there," Frank says, and kisses Gerard's sweaty forehead.
.end