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Live for the Moment As Fast As You Can by sleepingcities (PG-13)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Length: 1,420 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sleepingcities
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read: Frank and Gerard and a brief moment in time at a truck stop back in the early days. A lovely little story, quiet and slow and a little blurry and with wonderful imagery.
Excerpt from the story:
Frank leans up on his elbow, tucks his hair behind his ear. Gerard blinks up at him, his pupils blown, one corner of his mouth pulled up on a grin. He looks every bit as wasted as Frank knows he is, and Frank giggles again, patting the center of Gerard's chest.
"Come on. Everyone's waiting."
He goes to push up but Gerard pulls him down instead, and Frank sways into it, shifting his weight clumsily. Their noses bump, huffs of laughter smearing off into a sloppy kiss.
And for a few uneven breaths and slicks of tongue, Frank's not thinking how much he misses his bed or Sunday dinner at his grandma's, or how he hasn't showered in three days and that all his socks are dirty. For a minute it's just this, just him and Gerard, stoned and kissing lazily in the grass on an almost-summer night. Crickets chirping and the buzz of cicadas in the trees, under and between the growl of cars. They could be anywhere and Frank thinks it would still feel just like this, this easy and this good.
Gerard's fingers flex in Frank's hair, and this is so not the time, definitely not the place, but Frank's hand skids up Gerard's shirt anyway, rucking it up a little. Gerard squirms when Frank's fingers hit bare skin, his belly heaving up hotly. They both groan, frustrated. There's always somewhere else to get to, is the thing. Another city, another show, and it's been too many nights of this lately, scraps of time and skin and fumbled groping through jeans.
Frank's only distantly aware of footsteps, the soft thump-thump of boots in the grass. It's hard to concentrate with as much alcohol and weed coursing through him as blood, with Gerard's tongue in his mouth and Gerard warm and pliant under him.
"Dudes," Mikey sighs. It's not the first time he's had to run interference. Poor guy's gotten an eyeful more than once.
Frank breaks the kiss on a laugh, yelping when Mikey pokes him in the ass with the toe of his boot. He swats at Mikey's foot, but Mikey's too quick, jerking out of reach with a cackle. Gerard lets go of Frank's hair to flip Mikey off.
Live for the Moment As Fast As You Can
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Length: 1,420 words
Author on LJ:
sleepingcitiesAuthor Website: n/a
Why this must be read: Frank and Gerard and a brief moment in time at a truck stop back in the early days. A lovely little story, quiet and slow and a little blurry and with wonderful imagery.
Excerpt from the story:
Frank leans up on his elbow, tucks his hair behind his ear. Gerard blinks up at him, his pupils blown, one corner of his mouth pulled up on a grin. He looks every bit as wasted as Frank knows he is, and Frank giggles again, patting the center of Gerard's chest.
"Come on. Everyone's waiting."
He goes to push up but Gerard pulls him down instead, and Frank sways into it, shifting his weight clumsily. Their noses bump, huffs of laughter smearing off into a sloppy kiss.
And for a few uneven breaths and slicks of tongue, Frank's not thinking how much he misses his bed or Sunday dinner at his grandma's, or how he hasn't showered in three days and that all his socks are dirty. For a minute it's just this, just him and Gerard, stoned and kissing lazily in the grass on an almost-summer night. Crickets chirping and the buzz of cicadas in the trees, under and between the growl of cars. They could be anywhere and Frank thinks it would still feel just like this, this easy and this good.
Gerard's fingers flex in Frank's hair, and this is so not the time, definitely not the place, but Frank's hand skids up Gerard's shirt anyway, rucking it up a little. Gerard squirms when Frank's fingers hit bare skin, his belly heaving up hotly. They both groan, frustrated. There's always somewhere else to get to, is the thing. Another city, another show, and it's been too many nights of this lately, scraps of time and skin and fumbled groping through jeans.
Frank's only distantly aware of footsteps, the soft thump-thump of boots in the grass. It's hard to concentrate with as much alcohol and weed coursing through him as blood, with Gerard's tongue in his mouth and Gerard warm and pliant under him.
"Dudes," Mikey sighs. It's not the first time he's had to run interference. Poor guy's gotten an eyeful more than once.
Frank breaks the kiss on a laugh, yelping when Mikey pokes him in the ass with the toe of his boot. He swats at Mikey's foot, but Mikey's too quick, jerking out of reach with a cackle. Gerard lets go of Frank's hair to flip Mikey off.
Live for the Moment As Fast As You Can