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Dance, Dance!
9 ReviewsFRERARD!!!! Dancing in clubs is always fun!!! :D Just something that flowed from my fingers. Nothing significant that will change someone's life, but I just wanted to write and post something l...
I'm looking across the room at him as he sways and dances drunkenly to the music. He's looking really happy, I just wish that I could be out there with him. I don't know what I'd do if I was invited out there now. It'd probably lead to me kissing him, him pushing me away and the band braking up. That's the least thing we want right now!
I guess I should explain a couple of things, cause the last thing I need is you assuming things that didn't actually happen. It started the day that I realized I loved him, a couple of years back, now, but I remember it so vividly after all, it's not easy to forget the time you know you're in love!
I can't explain how I knew, but as he was hunched over the toilet, throwing up AROUND it (yeah, his head was practically dunked in the toilet water, yet he still managed to miss), his hair in front of his face, slicked down to it with sweat, I couldn't help but stare.
He retched again and I heard the splash coming from the toilet bowl. At least he didn't miss that time...
As he looked up at me with blood shot eyes, flushed cheeks, filthy, sweaty hair that stuck to every place it reached, I couldn't help but think 'he is so beautiful...' that was the night that I knew I loved him.
He was in the worst state of his life and still, I thought he was the best looking creature on the planet. That night was filled with many discoveries.
1. I was in love with Gerard Way
2. I didn't mind vomit-smelling men as much as I thought and
3. I was homosexual
I had always suspected that there was something about me. Something in the back of my mind saying 'that guy is hot', or 'I'd do him...' without me even knowing. I had always been rather feminine, but I just thought that that was just me not afraid of being who I was. I wasn't afraid to cross a leg over my other one or sit with my legs together. I wasn't afraid to wear makeup or giggle in public or on camera. I wasn't afraid to sit on guys' knees or cuddle up to them on TV. I didn't actually think that I had crushes on them, though.
The thought scared me a little, for all that time I didn't even know myself...it was obvious that I liked dudes now. I can't flick through magazines and seriously take interest with what Pete Wentz has done with his hair or admire Billy Joe's masculine jaw line without having some kind of physical attraction to them, right? Well I guess I could, but I knew that they were hot somewhere in my mind, I just wasn't ready to accept it yet, but the night that I realized I was in love with Gerard, I knew. I knew that I was gay and happy about it. I was homosexual and I didn't care who knew. But, like the girl I am...I was too scared of being judged...I didn't tell a soul.
So, here I am, staring at Gerard's hips as he's swaying them left to right and occasionally back and forth, making me smile each time his hips buck. "Frankie! Dance?" he asks, running towards me. I'm laughing and standing up, letting him hold my hand as he's pulling me towards the centre of bodies flinging themselves around, sometimes colliding with someone else, but brushing it off.
He's grinning at me now, a gleam in his eyes that tells me there's something he's got in mind. He's pulling me a little closer as he begins to swing his hips close to mine. I'm biting my lip as I look down at how close are pelvises are. He doesn't seem to notice as he's getting a little closer, his crotch brushing across mine.
I gasped and began to move too, building random movements to the beat of the heavy drums. I'm way too close to him right now. My face is mere centimetres from his and I feel desire fill my body, a longing feeling beginning to tug at my lips.
He's changed direction of the hip swinging and is now pushing his pelvis onto mine, wriggling a little when our hips are the closest as possible. "C'mon, Frank! Move!" he's demanding, grinning at me.
I'm doing as he says and pushing myself onto him, almost groaning as I feel his erection against my own. The song is finishing, as are our movements, as a new one is beginning. It's really low tempo and one of those that you can't jump to. He's grinning at me as his arms are slowly curling around my sweaty, slippery neck. "Frankie, you promised you'd dance with me." I'm noticing the grin in his voice as he's saying this.
"Yeah, I did." I tell him, wrapping my arms around his waist. We're moving as close to each other as possible, still pushing our arousals together. "Gerard, do you know what you're putting on my leg?" I'm asking him quietly.
"Of course, do you?" he smirks at me, dropping a hand to my hip before making it drift over the lump in my pants. "It's okay, Frank. Don't be embarrassed, it's natural male reactions...someone touches your dick, it goes hard," he tells me in the kind of voice that makes me wanna fuck him where he stands.
I'm not replying, but simply pressing myself into him more. I'm just glad he's drunk, he probably won't remember any of this in the morning. "Gerard? Are you acting this way cause I'm the only person in here that you can do that to?"
"What, you mean a guy?"
"No, I mean someone you know. Someone who won't mind you...rubbing your, uh, um, cock on theirs. Y'know?" I say, laughing slightly, embarrassed to voice it.
I'm feeling his head on my shoulder and a light kiss being pressed into my neck. "You're so fucking hot, Frankie," he gasps, gripping my ass so suddenly and hard that I moan out.
Did I just hear him correctly? He thinks I'm HOT?!?
"I made you moan!" he's singing out in one of those annoying sing-sing ways.
I'm reacting with another moan as I feel his tongue on my neck. "Fuck, Gee! Tell me you mean that." I'm saying, stepping away from him.
"Frankie, I'm sick and tired of hiding this! I-I love you way more than just a friend should. I feel like doing you every time I see you. Even if you were like, throwing up or something, you are so beautiful." I saw tears begin to brim at the corner of his eyes. Wow, he has some balls telling me that...who knew how I'd react?
I'm looking at the sincerity in his eyes. "Y'know that I'm sober, right? I 'm gonna remember this tomorrow?" I'm asking.
He catches my lips in his and plunges his tongue straight into my mouth. I moan really loud, immediately getting into the kiss (I'm not about to pass up a chance like this!) and start to message his tongue with mine. No taste of alcohol is coming to my taste buds. He's pulling away, making one of those suction noise thingies.
"So am I."
I guess I should explain a couple of things, cause the last thing I need is you assuming things that didn't actually happen. It started the day that I realized I loved him, a couple of years back, now, but I remember it so vividly after all, it's not easy to forget the time you know you're in love!
I can't explain how I knew, but as he was hunched over the toilet, throwing up AROUND it (yeah, his head was practically dunked in the toilet water, yet he still managed to miss), his hair in front of his face, slicked down to it with sweat, I couldn't help but stare.
He retched again and I heard the splash coming from the toilet bowl. At least he didn't miss that time...
As he looked up at me with blood shot eyes, flushed cheeks, filthy, sweaty hair that stuck to every place it reached, I couldn't help but think 'he is so beautiful...' that was the night that I knew I loved him.
He was in the worst state of his life and still, I thought he was the best looking creature on the planet. That night was filled with many discoveries.
1. I was in love with Gerard Way
2. I didn't mind vomit-smelling men as much as I thought and
3. I was homosexual
I had always suspected that there was something about me. Something in the back of my mind saying 'that guy is hot', or 'I'd do him...' without me even knowing. I had always been rather feminine, but I just thought that that was just me not afraid of being who I was. I wasn't afraid to cross a leg over my other one or sit with my legs together. I wasn't afraid to wear makeup or giggle in public or on camera. I wasn't afraid to sit on guys' knees or cuddle up to them on TV. I didn't actually think that I had crushes on them, though.
The thought scared me a little, for all that time I didn't even know myself...it was obvious that I liked dudes now. I can't flick through magazines and seriously take interest with what Pete Wentz has done with his hair or admire Billy Joe's masculine jaw line without having some kind of physical attraction to them, right? Well I guess I could, but I knew that they were hot somewhere in my mind, I just wasn't ready to accept it yet, but the night that I realized I was in love with Gerard, I knew. I knew that I was gay and happy about it. I was homosexual and I didn't care who knew. But, like the girl I am...I was too scared of being judged...I didn't tell a soul.
So, here I am, staring at Gerard's hips as he's swaying them left to right and occasionally back and forth, making me smile each time his hips buck. "Frankie! Dance?" he asks, running towards me. I'm laughing and standing up, letting him hold my hand as he's pulling me towards the centre of bodies flinging themselves around, sometimes colliding with someone else, but brushing it off.
He's grinning at me now, a gleam in his eyes that tells me there's something he's got in mind. He's pulling me a little closer as he begins to swing his hips close to mine. I'm biting my lip as I look down at how close are pelvises are. He doesn't seem to notice as he's getting a little closer, his crotch brushing across mine.
I gasped and began to move too, building random movements to the beat of the heavy drums. I'm way too close to him right now. My face is mere centimetres from his and I feel desire fill my body, a longing feeling beginning to tug at my lips.
He's changed direction of the hip swinging and is now pushing his pelvis onto mine, wriggling a little when our hips are the closest as possible. "C'mon, Frank! Move!" he's demanding, grinning at me.
I'm doing as he says and pushing myself onto him, almost groaning as I feel his erection against my own. The song is finishing, as are our movements, as a new one is beginning. It's really low tempo and one of those that you can't jump to. He's grinning at me as his arms are slowly curling around my sweaty, slippery neck. "Frankie, you promised you'd dance with me." I'm noticing the grin in his voice as he's saying this.
"Yeah, I did." I tell him, wrapping my arms around his waist. We're moving as close to each other as possible, still pushing our arousals together. "Gerard, do you know what you're putting on my leg?" I'm asking him quietly.
"Of course, do you?" he smirks at me, dropping a hand to my hip before making it drift over the lump in my pants. "It's okay, Frank. Don't be embarrassed, it's natural male reactions...someone touches your dick, it goes hard," he tells me in the kind of voice that makes me wanna fuck him where he stands.
I'm not replying, but simply pressing myself into him more. I'm just glad he's drunk, he probably won't remember any of this in the morning. "Gerard? Are you acting this way cause I'm the only person in here that you can do that to?"
"What, you mean a guy?"
"No, I mean someone you know. Someone who won't mind you...rubbing your, uh, um, cock on theirs. Y'know?" I say, laughing slightly, embarrassed to voice it.
I'm feeling his head on my shoulder and a light kiss being pressed into my neck. "You're so fucking hot, Frankie," he gasps, gripping my ass so suddenly and hard that I moan out.
Did I just hear him correctly? He thinks I'm HOT?!?
"I made you moan!" he's singing out in one of those annoying sing-sing ways.
I'm reacting with another moan as I feel his tongue on my neck. "Fuck, Gee! Tell me you mean that." I'm saying, stepping away from him.
"Frankie, I'm sick and tired of hiding this! I-I love you way more than just a friend should. I feel like doing you every time I see you. Even if you were like, throwing up or something, you are so beautiful." I saw tears begin to brim at the corner of his eyes. Wow, he has some balls telling me that...who knew how I'd react?
I'm looking at the sincerity in his eyes. "Y'know that I'm sober, right? I 'm gonna remember this tomorrow?" I'm asking.
He catches my lips in his and plunges his tongue straight into my mouth. I moan really loud, immediately getting into the kiss (I'm not about to pass up a chance like this!) and start to message his tongue with mine. No taste of alcohol is coming to my taste buds. He's pulling away, making one of those suction noise thingies.
"So am I."
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