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Prison: I Kiss Your Lips, Again.
6 Reviews(FRERARD) Gerard got sent to prison and is longing to see Frank again. His cellmate is a killer and does some interesting things to Gerard.
I was trapped. Trapped between gray walls of cement forever. It had only been three weeks in here and already I was like this. I looked in the mirror only to see a familiar face. Me, Gerard Way. I looked behind me and I saw the small bunk I was supposed to share with a roommate who thankfully had not arrived yet. I went to go lay down, trying to forget where I was.
They always told me Jersey was a rough place. I never listened to them though. New Jersey was my home. I couldn’t hide from that fact. I loved the Jersey air and everything about it. Did I ever tell you I had a band? Yeah, we were going to be going somewhere finally. My little brother Mikey had come up with the name that I absolutely loved. He called it “My Chemical Romance.” It was from a book he was reading one day and I thought it was great. My friend from high school, Ray Toro also has joined as lead guitar. Mikey played bass and Matt was our drummer. I was the vocalist and Frank was the rhythm guitarist and we were like brothers. No. More than brothers in fact.
I met Frank Iero at the recording studio just last year and I swear it was love at first sight, if you believe in things like that. He was angelic, with a demonic quality. I don’t know how that worked but he was gorgeous. He had dyed black hair that just gently fell across his face and hazel-green eyes that were to die for. I know it’s not right to call a grown man cute, but that’s exactly what my Frankie was and will always be.
“Way!” I heard them yell from the outside.
“Yeah?”
“You’ve got visitors. You have fifteen minutes.”
They took me out of my cell and I walked down the narrow corridors. I felt eyes watching me as I walked out the door, the only means of escape. Then I saw them. They stood in the tiny white room with the glass window, staring at me intently.
“Hey Gee…” Frank said slowly into the little hole.
I took a seat and tried to compose myself. They undid the chains that bound my hands together and locked the door as they exited. They gave some privacy, but insisted they sit by the entrance. “Hi Frankie…” I managed to get out without crying my eyes out.
“How have you been doing…? I miss you babe.”
“I missed you too… no one has moved in with me yet, which is a good thing I guess…”
“I hope they’re treating you okay. Anyways I think Ray and Mikey wanna talk to you too.” He said. “I love you…” Frank whispered, before getting out of the chair and blowing me a kiss as Mikey replaced his spot.
“Gerard!” Mikey cried out to me through the little gap in the glass.
“Hey Mikes… how’ve you been?”
“I-I-I’m okay… I guess…”
“You sure? You don’t’ sound like it...” I tried not to cry for Mikey’s sake.
“It’s okay Gee… we’ll get you out. One way… or another.” He smiled at me and let Toro sit down.
“Hey man. You holding out okay?” Toro asked with a concerned face.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me too much.”
“All of us have been too worried about you. Mikey and Frank barely eat or sleep and Frank is usually in his room crying. I’m afraid for them.”
“Where’s Matt?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“He had a family emergency and couldn’t make it. We almost have enough money Gerard. We’ll get you out.”
“Don’t waste your money on me. I’ll be fine. Trust me.”
“No man. We want you back and we’ll do whatever it takes.”
“Suit yourselves… I’m not worth it.”
I felt the tear slide down my cheeks and Frank looking at me with sadness. He then started yelling at Toro for making me cry. My heart was being pulled apart slowly, like petals of a rose being ripped off and dropped to the floor.
“Stop yelling Frank!” I cried through the glass.
He took a seat and faced me, “I’m so fucking sorry Gee… I miss you so much it hurts.”
“Believe me, I miss you too. Just… get some sleep okay? You can visit me anytime. I’ll be here….”
“Okay Gee…” he said, wiping his own tears, “Just remember… I’ll always love you, no matter what happens.”
“I would tear my heart out and give it to you now Frank. Just wait. We’ll be together one day.” I scolded myself inside for how cheesy that sounded.
“Bye Gerard…” he blew me another kiss as they walked out of the room. I saw more tears dripping down Frank’s tiny figure onto the floor.
The guards came back in and chained me up, leading me back into the dark, cold, little cell I was supposed to rot in for the rest of my life. What had I done wrong? What had I done to deserve this hell? They said I had brutally robbed and assaulted a woman, and they found my blood at the scene, making it my fault. I had never even heard of this woman and for sure I didn’t know where she lived. I think it was a big mistake. I had to live with it though; no one was going to come to save me now. I knew Mikey, Ray, Matt and Frank were saving every penny they had to pay my bail, but even then they would never have enough.
I sat in the little cell again, praying that some kind of angel would come from the heavens to save me. Lying down on the lumpy foam mattress, I stared up at the ceiling, thinking of anywhere but here. Pretty soon Frank engulfed my thoughts. He was there for me through it all. I couldn’t have asked for anyone so special or so perfect and I knew that I didn’t deserve him. He was my life.
*
“Gerard. You know what time it is?” I tried to ignore the voice below me, praying he would just go away.
His name was Alex Ryan and I hated him with every fiber of my being. He moved in with me last month and he was the most repulsive human on earth. What kind of kid had two first names? Alex had dark brown hair the covered half of his face and the coldest blue eyes you’ll ever see. They say he was a therapist who went mental and tried to rape and successfully killed his sister. When I thought therapist, the first thing that came to my mind was “the rapist”. How appropriate.
“Answer me Way! Or we’ll have to do this the hard way again.”
Shit! I thought. Why this again? “Er… It’s 5:30.” I said, staring at the wall clock. I knew sarcasm wasn’t gonna get me anywhere but I had nothing to lose anymore.
“Wrong answer.”
No one cared what happened in these cells. Most of us weren’t even going to get out as we faced the death sentence. I was going to get out in about fifteen years, which was basically the death sentence to me. Fifteen years away from Frank was worse than dying for me. I couldn’t live without him.
“Get the fuck off me Ryan!” I yelled, trying to lift him off me. It proved to be useless because he was 6”4 and extremely muscular.
“Oh… Don’t tell me you don’t like it faggot.” Ryan pressed his lips against mine. He tasted bitter and fowl. I so desperately wanted him to stop.
Frankie’s kisses were different. He had soft, tender lips that showed only love and affection towards me. He tasted so sweet and he was like my drug. Every time our lips met I craved more and more, it was an instant addiction.
“Uhhh… FUCK. Get off me you mother fucker!” I rolled over a few times and I hit the cold cement below. The bruise it would leave was nothing compared to how I felt everywhere else.
“Tell me you fucking enjoy this Gerard! Because I know you do.” Ryan was attempting to be sexual around me, which only made me want to throw up my stomach.
There were spots of blood on the ground, which I assumed was my own. My ass hurt like hell and I felt like such a fuck up. Why had I let him do this to me? I needed to see Frank soon before it was too late.
*
“Guys! It’s been so long!” I said into the glass.
“I know right? I’ve been going crazy without you…” Frank stared me in the eyes.
“We have a surprise for you Gerard…” Ray said.
“What is it? Anything is good right now…” I murmured.
“We have enough money to bail you out!” Mikey exclaimed as loud as he could, sending echoes in every direction.
“W-what?! Are you s-s-serious?!?!” I was shocked.
“Yeah we are man. Matt is talking to the front office right now and you’re coming home with us tonight!” Frank’s eyes sparkled like emeralds.
“Oh my god… Thank you guys!”
“See. I told you it was possible.” Ray said.
Finally, I was going to be with Frank. Home at last. Thoughts of him clouded my mind and nothing else seemed to register in my mind at the time.
“Pack your things Mr. Way. As of now, you are going to be a free man.” The guard said to me, pushing me towards my cell to gather any last belongings. He first handed me some spare clothes my friends had brought for me so I could change when I got out.
As I entered the cell, Ryan stared at me. “Welcome back Gerard. Miss me?”
“No,” I said, “I’m never going to see you again in my life Alex Ryan. Because, as of today, I am a free man.”
“Oh really…” He said, backing off. “Then I just have one thing to say to you.”
“And what ever it is, I don’t want to hear it.” I picked up some stuff and stuffed it into the bag they gave me.
As I headed out with the guard, he said, “You were one good fuck Gerard Way.”
I ignored him and tried not to think about him again. I never had to look at him in the face or taste his awful kisses. This chapter in my life was over, and I would make sure of it this time. I stepped into a small washroom to change my clothes and say goodbye forever to the hideous orange prison garb I was forced to wear for all those months. I combed my hair and cleaned off my face, so I didn’t look like I had just got out prison.
We finally got to the exit, as the guard unlocked the large metal gate that separated the outside world and me. Frank was anxiously waiting for me on the other side. My heart was about to burst with happiness as Frank got up and met me for a hug. I spread my arms as far apart as I could, feeling his small figure rush into mine. He felt so warm and his skin was soft, and I was just as anxious to feel a kiss from him. That was something I hadn’t felt in such a long time.
The drive home was pretty quiet. Frank was driving, with me in the passenger seat. Matt, Toro and Mikey were in Toro’s car, which was a couple dozen feet ahead of us. I gazed at Frank the entire drive home. It was only a twenty-minute ride, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was too beautiful, too perfect.
We got out of the car and into the house and it was colder than I thought. I wasn’t sure what month it was, but the cool air nipped at my bare skin, getting into the house. I sat on the living room floor beside the fireplace, trying to defrost myself. Frank was laughing at me from the kitchen where he was making some hot chocolate for us. I would have preferred coffee but I didn’t want to say anything to him. Frank slipped the blue-black mug into my hands and took a seat beside me holding his as well.
“Gerard. It’s so nice to have you home.” He whispered into my ear, then kissing me on the cheek.
“Even if this wasn’t home Frank, as long as I’m with you, the world wouldn’t matter.” I took a sip from my mug then placed a kiss on his lips.
It was just how I remembered him and his kisses, soft and firm to the touch and like a poison. He was my drug and I needed him. I put down my cup and he did the same, combing his fingers through my hair as we sat on the floor, lips locked. I didn’t need the hot chocolate anymore, just this energy surging through my veins was enough to last me a lifetime.
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What do you guys think? Er... it's just another one-shot but I hope you liked it. I wrote it when I had You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison on repeat and it's kinda a song fic I guess. I just had to add in Frerard because it's MY addiction. I couldn't not add it (: So tell me whether you love it or hate it because I pretty much hate it... oh and if there are a lot of typos I'm sorry... I have my mind on other things right now. This is my theme song for the week and I just hope I get through the week. \\I won't go down by myself, but I go down with my friends.//
Rate and Review please? ~Rayy
They always told me Jersey was a rough place. I never listened to them though. New Jersey was my home. I couldn’t hide from that fact. I loved the Jersey air and everything about it. Did I ever tell you I had a band? Yeah, we were going to be going somewhere finally. My little brother Mikey had come up with the name that I absolutely loved. He called it “My Chemical Romance.” It was from a book he was reading one day and I thought it was great. My friend from high school, Ray Toro also has joined as lead guitar. Mikey played bass and Matt was our drummer. I was the vocalist and Frank was the rhythm guitarist and we were like brothers. No. More than brothers in fact.
I met Frank Iero at the recording studio just last year and I swear it was love at first sight, if you believe in things like that. He was angelic, with a demonic quality. I don’t know how that worked but he was gorgeous. He had dyed black hair that just gently fell across his face and hazel-green eyes that were to die for. I know it’s not right to call a grown man cute, but that’s exactly what my Frankie was and will always be.
“Way!” I heard them yell from the outside.
“Yeah?”
“You’ve got visitors. You have fifteen minutes.”
They took me out of my cell and I walked down the narrow corridors. I felt eyes watching me as I walked out the door, the only means of escape. Then I saw them. They stood in the tiny white room with the glass window, staring at me intently.
“Hey Gee…” Frank said slowly into the little hole.
I took a seat and tried to compose myself. They undid the chains that bound my hands together and locked the door as they exited. They gave some privacy, but insisted they sit by the entrance. “Hi Frankie…” I managed to get out without crying my eyes out.
“How have you been doing…? I miss you babe.”
“I missed you too… no one has moved in with me yet, which is a good thing I guess…”
“I hope they’re treating you okay. Anyways I think Ray and Mikey wanna talk to you too.” He said. “I love you…” Frank whispered, before getting out of the chair and blowing me a kiss as Mikey replaced his spot.
“Gerard!” Mikey cried out to me through the little gap in the glass.
“Hey Mikes… how’ve you been?”
“I-I-I’m okay… I guess…”
“You sure? You don’t’ sound like it...” I tried not to cry for Mikey’s sake.
“It’s okay Gee… we’ll get you out. One way… or another.” He smiled at me and let Toro sit down.
“Hey man. You holding out okay?” Toro asked with a concerned face.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me too much.”
“All of us have been too worried about you. Mikey and Frank barely eat or sleep and Frank is usually in his room crying. I’m afraid for them.”
“Where’s Matt?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“He had a family emergency and couldn’t make it. We almost have enough money Gerard. We’ll get you out.”
“Don’t waste your money on me. I’ll be fine. Trust me.”
“No man. We want you back and we’ll do whatever it takes.”
“Suit yourselves… I’m not worth it.”
I felt the tear slide down my cheeks and Frank looking at me with sadness. He then started yelling at Toro for making me cry. My heart was being pulled apart slowly, like petals of a rose being ripped off and dropped to the floor.
“Stop yelling Frank!” I cried through the glass.
He took a seat and faced me, “I’m so fucking sorry Gee… I miss you so much it hurts.”
“Believe me, I miss you too. Just… get some sleep okay? You can visit me anytime. I’ll be here….”
“Okay Gee…” he said, wiping his own tears, “Just remember… I’ll always love you, no matter what happens.”
“I would tear my heart out and give it to you now Frank. Just wait. We’ll be together one day.” I scolded myself inside for how cheesy that sounded.
“Bye Gerard…” he blew me another kiss as they walked out of the room. I saw more tears dripping down Frank’s tiny figure onto the floor.
The guards came back in and chained me up, leading me back into the dark, cold, little cell I was supposed to rot in for the rest of my life. What had I done wrong? What had I done to deserve this hell? They said I had brutally robbed and assaulted a woman, and they found my blood at the scene, making it my fault. I had never even heard of this woman and for sure I didn’t know where she lived. I think it was a big mistake. I had to live with it though; no one was going to come to save me now. I knew Mikey, Ray, Matt and Frank were saving every penny they had to pay my bail, but even then they would never have enough.
I sat in the little cell again, praying that some kind of angel would come from the heavens to save me. Lying down on the lumpy foam mattress, I stared up at the ceiling, thinking of anywhere but here. Pretty soon Frank engulfed my thoughts. He was there for me through it all. I couldn’t have asked for anyone so special or so perfect and I knew that I didn’t deserve him. He was my life.
*
“Gerard. You know what time it is?” I tried to ignore the voice below me, praying he would just go away.
His name was Alex Ryan and I hated him with every fiber of my being. He moved in with me last month and he was the most repulsive human on earth. What kind of kid had two first names? Alex had dark brown hair the covered half of his face and the coldest blue eyes you’ll ever see. They say he was a therapist who went mental and tried to rape and successfully killed his sister. When I thought therapist, the first thing that came to my mind was “the rapist”. How appropriate.
“Answer me Way! Or we’ll have to do this the hard way again.”
Shit! I thought. Why this again? “Er… It’s 5:30.” I said, staring at the wall clock. I knew sarcasm wasn’t gonna get me anywhere but I had nothing to lose anymore.
“Wrong answer.”
No one cared what happened in these cells. Most of us weren’t even going to get out as we faced the death sentence. I was going to get out in about fifteen years, which was basically the death sentence to me. Fifteen years away from Frank was worse than dying for me. I couldn’t live without him.
“Get the fuck off me Ryan!” I yelled, trying to lift him off me. It proved to be useless because he was 6”4 and extremely muscular.
“Oh… Don’t tell me you don’t like it faggot.” Ryan pressed his lips against mine. He tasted bitter and fowl. I so desperately wanted him to stop.
Frankie’s kisses were different. He had soft, tender lips that showed only love and affection towards me. He tasted so sweet and he was like my drug. Every time our lips met I craved more and more, it was an instant addiction.
“Uhhh… FUCK. Get off me you mother fucker!” I rolled over a few times and I hit the cold cement below. The bruise it would leave was nothing compared to how I felt everywhere else.
“Tell me you fucking enjoy this Gerard! Because I know you do.” Ryan was attempting to be sexual around me, which only made me want to throw up my stomach.
There were spots of blood on the ground, which I assumed was my own. My ass hurt like hell and I felt like such a fuck up. Why had I let him do this to me? I needed to see Frank soon before it was too late.
*
“Guys! It’s been so long!” I said into the glass.
“I know right? I’ve been going crazy without you…” Frank stared me in the eyes.
“We have a surprise for you Gerard…” Ray said.
“What is it? Anything is good right now…” I murmured.
“We have enough money to bail you out!” Mikey exclaimed as loud as he could, sending echoes in every direction.
“W-what?! Are you s-s-serious?!?!” I was shocked.
“Yeah we are man. Matt is talking to the front office right now and you’re coming home with us tonight!” Frank’s eyes sparkled like emeralds.
“Oh my god… Thank you guys!”
“See. I told you it was possible.” Ray said.
Finally, I was going to be with Frank. Home at last. Thoughts of him clouded my mind and nothing else seemed to register in my mind at the time.
“Pack your things Mr. Way. As of now, you are going to be a free man.” The guard said to me, pushing me towards my cell to gather any last belongings. He first handed me some spare clothes my friends had brought for me so I could change when I got out.
As I entered the cell, Ryan stared at me. “Welcome back Gerard. Miss me?”
“No,” I said, “I’m never going to see you again in my life Alex Ryan. Because, as of today, I am a free man.”
“Oh really…” He said, backing off. “Then I just have one thing to say to you.”
“And what ever it is, I don’t want to hear it.” I picked up some stuff and stuffed it into the bag they gave me.
As I headed out with the guard, he said, “You were one good fuck Gerard Way.”
I ignored him and tried not to think about him again. I never had to look at him in the face or taste his awful kisses. This chapter in my life was over, and I would make sure of it this time. I stepped into a small washroom to change my clothes and say goodbye forever to the hideous orange prison garb I was forced to wear for all those months. I combed my hair and cleaned off my face, so I didn’t look like I had just got out prison.
We finally got to the exit, as the guard unlocked the large metal gate that separated the outside world and me. Frank was anxiously waiting for me on the other side. My heart was about to burst with happiness as Frank got up and met me for a hug. I spread my arms as far apart as I could, feeling his small figure rush into mine. He felt so warm and his skin was soft, and I was just as anxious to feel a kiss from him. That was something I hadn’t felt in such a long time.
The drive home was pretty quiet. Frank was driving, with me in the passenger seat. Matt, Toro and Mikey were in Toro’s car, which was a couple dozen feet ahead of us. I gazed at Frank the entire drive home. It was only a twenty-minute ride, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was too beautiful, too perfect.
We got out of the car and into the house and it was colder than I thought. I wasn’t sure what month it was, but the cool air nipped at my bare skin, getting into the house. I sat on the living room floor beside the fireplace, trying to defrost myself. Frank was laughing at me from the kitchen where he was making some hot chocolate for us. I would have preferred coffee but I didn’t want to say anything to him. Frank slipped the blue-black mug into my hands and took a seat beside me holding his as well.
“Gerard. It’s so nice to have you home.” He whispered into my ear, then kissing me on the cheek.
“Even if this wasn’t home Frank, as long as I’m with you, the world wouldn’t matter.” I took a sip from my mug then placed a kiss on his lips.
It was just how I remembered him and his kisses, soft and firm to the touch and like a poison. He was my drug and I needed him. I put down my cup and he did the same, combing his fingers through my hair as we sat on the floor, lips locked. I didn’t need the hot chocolate anymore, just this energy surging through my veins was enough to last me a lifetime.
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What do you guys think? Er... it's just another one-shot but I hope you liked it. I wrote it when I had You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison on repeat and it's kinda a song fic I guess. I just had to add in Frerard because it's MY addiction. I couldn't not add it (: So tell me whether you love it or hate it because I pretty much hate it... oh and if there are a lot of typos I'm sorry... I have my mind on other things right now. This is my theme song for the week and I just hope I get through the week. \\I won't go down by myself, but I go down with my friends.//
Rate and Review please? ~Rayy
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