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The Tattoo
8 Reviews[ Frerard ] Frank gets his tattoo when on a short break from the tour. What will Gerard say/do when he sees it?
I had never felt closer to Gerard in my life. Never. We had just finished one of our tours and finally got to settle back down in out hometown, New Jersey. The whole band basically lived together, well within walking distance from each other’s houses anyways. I was currently living with Gerard and Mikey, and Bob and Ray were living a few blocks down the street.
Gerard was a drug addict. Gerard was an alcoholic. Gerard was depressed. Gerard was… he was my life. The band and I helped him through those dying days. We thought we had lost him a few times to the substance abuses. I knew what it was like to be addicted because I had gone through it, and Gerard was there to help me every step of the way. It was my turn to return the favor, and hopefully do more. He even wrote a song for me, which I fell in love with. Gerard Way is one of the most amazing persons you’ll ever meet in your life, and I’m so glad that I met him.
*
I said I was going out to get some stuff for my guitar when I left at 11 this morning, but I lied. Really, I was going off for an appointment. Not just a regular doctor or dentist appointment, but it was one that would change my life forever. I was going to a tattoo parlor.
I thought it was seriously the right time to do this. Now or never. Gerard was deathly afraid of needles, so I could never get him to come with me for my other tattoos. This parlor was special to me I guess because when I turned 18, I went here for my first. I had already sent in the drawing I wanted, and knew exactly where to get it on my body. Somewhere meaningful, somewhere I would never forget it.
*
“Ahhh… Oww…” I half giggled, half screamed as the needle continued to penetrate my thinnest layer of skin.
“That’s it Frank, you’re done.” He said, wiping off the excess ink. “You know what to do right?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and thanked him, putting my shirt back over my head. I paid him the amount of money, and left the place, knowing Gerard would love it.
*
“Hey Frank… you’re back kinda late. It’s like 4 almost.” Mikey greeted me.
“Sorry… there was uh… traffic.” I lied.
“Okay man. Whatever you say. I’m going to Ray’s place for a bit. See ya in a while.” Mikey left, shutting the door with a bang behind him.
“Gerard!” I yelled, my voice echoing the house.
“I’m in the kitchen!”
I walked into the room, only to find Gerard drinking from a mug filled with coffee. The sweet scent already was filling my lungs, making me want some.
“It’s a bit late to be drinking coffee y’know.” I laughed.
“It’s never too late. I knew you’d want some so I brewed extra.”
“Thanks.” I said taking out a glass, filling it.
“So where’ve you been? No one goes to a guitar store for five hours.”
“I uh… er…” I stuttered. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Shit. I hated lying to Gerard… it was too hard.
“I know when you lie Frankie, it’s really obvious. Just tell me… I won’t tell the guys.”
“O-okay… you sure…?” I suddenly had butterflies.
“Yeah go ahead. You call tell me anything.” He smiled and his eyes sparkled.
“Well Gee…” I said, “Can we go to your room? I think it would be easier there…”
He nodded quickly and pulled there with a jerking motion. “So what is it that deserves this kind of… intimacy…?” I began to pull up the fabric of my plain black t-shirt. “Frank… I think it’s a little too early for that if you know what I mean…” He raised his eyebrows at me.
“No! It’s nothing like that! I swear!” I pulled the t-shirt up just enough so he could see it.
“Frank… what is that?” He was gazing at me… or it. I wasn’t really sure.
“It’s my newest tattoo Gee… I hope you like it.” I said apprehensively.
“C-can I have a closer look?” He said hopefully.
“Y-yeah… I guess so…” I sat down on his bed, gently bouncing from the pressure.
I felt his slender and cool fingers run over my abdomen, making my spine tingle. By even barely touching me, he was able to do so much. He examined each figure carefully, as if he thought it was going to break.
“Who are they Frank?”
“It’s us Gerard. Can’t you tell?” Each bird had one distinct feature that was different. Gerard’s bird had a bar of black makeup across its face, where as mine had an X over its eye.
“Yeah it is…” He kissed the bird that symbolized me, and rested his head on my bare stomach. “What other tattoos don’t I know about yet babe?” He lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my chest to him.
“I wouldn’t hide something from you Gerard…”
“But you just did earlier…” He kissed me along my collarbone.
“I-I’m sorry… I wanted it to be a surprise y’know?”
“Is this a surprise enough for you?”
His lips joined with mine, his tongue starting to play with my piercing. His tongue licked my bottom lip repeatedly, him begging for entry and I gladly welcomed him. This wasn’t a battle for dominance, but I wasn’t exactly exploring his mouth either. He tasted strongly of cigarettes and coffee, a taste that belonged solely to Gerard and no one else. It was a taste I longed for on a daily basis, but only got it on stage for a brief second or two. Other times were when he was drunk or we were playing spin the bottle. It was different this time though. I felt a surge of warmth and energy going through my entire body, never ceasing, but still it wasn’t enough to satisfy me. I guess I wanted more from Gerard. More than I would ever get I guess.
“Frank…. I’ve been meaning to tell you something…” he was breathing heavily against me.
“W-what is it?”
“I-I-I really do love you.”
“I love you too babe.”
“No… not just like that. But…”
“Keep talking… your voice is such a turn on…” I wasn’t lying, hell it was.
“I… no… it’s okay…”
“But what Gee…?” I started licking his neck slightly.
“I- uhhh… I want more Frankie.” He moaned into my ear.
“I was hoping you’d say that…”
My hands crept down to his belt, undoing the strap teasingly slow. I could tell he wanted me to hurry up, because mine was already undone and on the floor. I felt the constricted bulge through his pants as he continued to kick them down to his ankles.
Soon, he lay over top of me, panting. I could feel the thin layer of sweat covering his body as he straddled me.
“Gerard! Why am I the bitch?” I whined as he kissed me gently.
“You’re not a bitch Frankie… you’re my princess.” He said lovingly, his hand holding up my chin.
At that moment I just moved back to look at him. His hair was slightly wet, it flowing perfectly across his face, accentuating that perfect jaw line. Even though the room was so dark, his gold-green eyes were perfectly clear to me.
“Kiss me Gee…” I moaned loudly as he grinded against me.
To my surprise, and probably his, we still had our boxers on. I didn’t know what he wanted right now, but I’m pretty sure I knew what I did. I slipped my hands down to his waist. I lingered down there for a while, fiddling with the garter. I accidentally snapped it a few times, making him twitch.
“Sorry Gee…” I said sheepishly.
“It’s okay Frankie…” he began to lightly caress my thighs, feeling myself harden.
He roughly kissed me before taking his time sliding down my boxers, ensuring that they rubbed as hard as they could against my groin.
“Gerard… hurry up damnit. You’re such a fucking tease.” I panted.
“Let’s not be hasty Frankie. I want to make love to you.” He whispered softly, his hot breath tickling me ever so slightly.
We now were both naked, lying on a tiny double bed, his warm chest pressed to my back. His fingers trailed up my side to his mouth, licking them until they were completely covered with spit.
He gave me a soft kiss on the neck and asked, “You sure Frankie…?”
“Yes Gee… please.” I tried to control myself.
*
I was lying under the covers, breathing heavily, trying to recover from everything that had happened over the night. Damn was Gerard a good kisser… and more. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, almost constricting. Gerard was fast asleep, snoring into my ear. I could feel each breath and was watching his chest rise and fall slowly. His hair was tangled and pushed backwards, but he still looked so beautiful. We’d only done this once before, but that was on the tour bus, where Mikey, Ray and Bob could probably hear us along with anyone else that was within ten miles.
His eyes flickered open, revealing those sexy gold-green orbs I had stared into so many times before. “Hey Frankie…” he yawned.
“Hey Prince…” I smiled.
“W-where’s Mikey?”
“I don’t know… you kinda have me trapped here.” I giggled as he looked down, finding our legs entangled and his arms still around me.
“Sorry…”
“Don’t be…” I said, pulling him into another kiss.
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I kinda had to get that out of my system. That was just another random little Frerard one shot. Oh yeah and yes I know I did cut out the man sex scene... I did write it but I just didn't wanna post it. I'm not sure why but if you wanna see it lemme know.... but i might re-use it in another fic sooner or later so just a heads up. I thought of this during French class for some reason. Don't ask me why. Hope you enjoyed it bitchesss. (i say that in a good way =p)
Rate, Review please????? please????
you can make me happy and i'll write a lot more =p
~Rayy
Gerard was a drug addict. Gerard was an alcoholic. Gerard was depressed. Gerard was… he was my life. The band and I helped him through those dying days. We thought we had lost him a few times to the substance abuses. I knew what it was like to be addicted because I had gone through it, and Gerard was there to help me every step of the way. It was my turn to return the favor, and hopefully do more. He even wrote a song for me, which I fell in love with. Gerard Way is one of the most amazing persons you’ll ever meet in your life, and I’m so glad that I met him.
*
I said I was going out to get some stuff for my guitar when I left at 11 this morning, but I lied. Really, I was going off for an appointment. Not just a regular doctor or dentist appointment, but it was one that would change my life forever. I was going to a tattoo parlor.
I thought it was seriously the right time to do this. Now or never. Gerard was deathly afraid of needles, so I could never get him to come with me for my other tattoos. This parlor was special to me I guess because when I turned 18, I went here for my first. I had already sent in the drawing I wanted, and knew exactly where to get it on my body. Somewhere meaningful, somewhere I would never forget it.
*
“Ahhh… Oww…” I half giggled, half screamed as the needle continued to penetrate my thinnest layer of skin.
“That’s it Frank, you’re done.” He said, wiping off the excess ink. “You know what to do right?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and thanked him, putting my shirt back over my head. I paid him the amount of money, and left the place, knowing Gerard would love it.
*
“Hey Frank… you’re back kinda late. It’s like 4 almost.” Mikey greeted me.
“Sorry… there was uh… traffic.” I lied.
“Okay man. Whatever you say. I’m going to Ray’s place for a bit. See ya in a while.” Mikey left, shutting the door with a bang behind him.
“Gerard!” I yelled, my voice echoing the house.
“I’m in the kitchen!”
I walked into the room, only to find Gerard drinking from a mug filled with coffee. The sweet scent already was filling my lungs, making me want some.
“It’s a bit late to be drinking coffee y’know.” I laughed.
“It’s never too late. I knew you’d want some so I brewed extra.”
“Thanks.” I said taking out a glass, filling it.
“So where’ve you been? No one goes to a guitar store for five hours.”
“I uh… er…” I stuttered. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Shit. I hated lying to Gerard… it was too hard.
“I know when you lie Frankie, it’s really obvious. Just tell me… I won’t tell the guys.”
“O-okay… you sure…?” I suddenly had butterflies.
“Yeah go ahead. You call tell me anything.” He smiled and his eyes sparkled.
“Well Gee…” I said, “Can we go to your room? I think it would be easier there…”
He nodded quickly and pulled there with a jerking motion. “So what is it that deserves this kind of… intimacy…?” I began to pull up the fabric of my plain black t-shirt. “Frank… I think it’s a little too early for that if you know what I mean…” He raised his eyebrows at me.
“No! It’s nothing like that! I swear!” I pulled the t-shirt up just enough so he could see it.
“Frank… what is that?” He was gazing at me… or it. I wasn’t really sure.
“It’s my newest tattoo Gee… I hope you like it.” I said apprehensively.
“C-can I have a closer look?” He said hopefully.
“Y-yeah… I guess so…” I sat down on his bed, gently bouncing from the pressure.
I felt his slender and cool fingers run over my abdomen, making my spine tingle. By even barely touching me, he was able to do so much. He examined each figure carefully, as if he thought it was going to break.
“Who are they Frank?”
“It’s us Gerard. Can’t you tell?” Each bird had one distinct feature that was different. Gerard’s bird had a bar of black makeup across its face, where as mine had an X over its eye.
“Yeah it is…” He kissed the bird that symbolized me, and rested his head on my bare stomach. “What other tattoos don’t I know about yet babe?” He lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my chest to him.
“I wouldn’t hide something from you Gerard…”
“But you just did earlier…” He kissed me along my collarbone.
“I-I’m sorry… I wanted it to be a surprise y’know?”
“Is this a surprise enough for you?”
His lips joined with mine, his tongue starting to play with my piercing. His tongue licked my bottom lip repeatedly, him begging for entry and I gladly welcomed him. This wasn’t a battle for dominance, but I wasn’t exactly exploring his mouth either. He tasted strongly of cigarettes and coffee, a taste that belonged solely to Gerard and no one else. It was a taste I longed for on a daily basis, but only got it on stage for a brief second or two. Other times were when he was drunk or we were playing spin the bottle. It was different this time though. I felt a surge of warmth and energy going through my entire body, never ceasing, but still it wasn’t enough to satisfy me. I guess I wanted more from Gerard. More than I would ever get I guess.
“Frank…. I’ve been meaning to tell you something…” he was breathing heavily against me.
“W-what is it?”
“I-I-I really do love you.”
“I love you too babe.”
“No… not just like that. But…”
“Keep talking… your voice is such a turn on…” I wasn’t lying, hell it was.
“I… no… it’s okay…”
“But what Gee…?” I started licking his neck slightly.
“I- uhhh… I want more Frankie.” He moaned into my ear.
“I was hoping you’d say that…”
My hands crept down to his belt, undoing the strap teasingly slow. I could tell he wanted me to hurry up, because mine was already undone and on the floor. I felt the constricted bulge through his pants as he continued to kick them down to his ankles.
Soon, he lay over top of me, panting. I could feel the thin layer of sweat covering his body as he straddled me.
“Gerard! Why am I the bitch?” I whined as he kissed me gently.
“You’re not a bitch Frankie… you’re my princess.” He said lovingly, his hand holding up my chin.
At that moment I just moved back to look at him. His hair was slightly wet, it flowing perfectly across his face, accentuating that perfect jaw line. Even though the room was so dark, his gold-green eyes were perfectly clear to me.
“Kiss me Gee…” I moaned loudly as he grinded against me.
To my surprise, and probably his, we still had our boxers on. I didn’t know what he wanted right now, but I’m pretty sure I knew what I did. I slipped my hands down to his waist. I lingered down there for a while, fiddling with the garter. I accidentally snapped it a few times, making him twitch.
“Sorry Gee…” I said sheepishly.
“It’s okay Frankie…” he began to lightly caress my thighs, feeling myself harden.
He roughly kissed me before taking his time sliding down my boxers, ensuring that they rubbed as hard as they could against my groin.
“Gerard… hurry up damnit. You’re such a fucking tease.” I panted.
“Let’s not be hasty Frankie. I want to make love to you.” He whispered softly, his hot breath tickling me ever so slightly.
We now were both naked, lying on a tiny double bed, his warm chest pressed to my back. His fingers trailed up my side to his mouth, licking them until they were completely covered with spit.
He gave me a soft kiss on the neck and asked, “You sure Frankie…?”
“Yes Gee… please.” I tried to control myself.
*
I was lying under the covers, breathing heavily, trying to recover from everything that had happened over the night. Damn was Gerard a good kisser… and more. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, almost constricting. Gerard was fast asleep, snoring into my ear. I could feel each breath and was watching his chest rise and fall slowly. His hair was tangled and pushed backwards, but he still looked so beautiful. We’d only done this once before, but that was on the tour bus, where Mikey, Ray and Bob could probably hear us along with anyone else that was within ten miles.
His eyes flickered open, revealing those sexy gold-green orbs I had stared into so many times before. “Hey Frankie…” he yawned.
“Hey Prince…” I smiled.
“W-where’s Mikey?”
“I don’t know… you kinda have me trapped here.” I giggled as he looked down, finding our legs entangled and his arms still around me.
“Sorry…”
“Don’t be…” I said, pulling him into another kiss.
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I kinda had to get that out of my system. That was just another random little Frerard one shot. Oh yeah and yes I know I did cut out the man sex scene... I did write it but I just didn't wanna post it. I'm not sure why but if you wanna see it lemme know.... but i might re-use it in another fic sooner or later so just a heads up. I thought of this during French class for some reason. Don't ask me why. Hope you enjoyed it bitchesss. (i say that in a good way =p)
Rate, Review please????? please????
you can make me happy and i'll write a lot more =p
~Rayy
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