{Frank&&Gerard}The Dolphin's Cry{Songfic}

The way you're bathed in light

Reminds me of that night

God laid me down into your rose garden of trust

And I was swept away

With nothin' left to say

Some helpless fool

Yeah I was lost in a swoon of peace

You're all I need to find

So when the time is right

Come to me sweetly, come to me

Come to me


I smiled lovingly at you as you lie in our bed. The sunlight was setting your angelic features with such beauty. Your tan skin and dark hair set against the white sheet that clad your lower half made contrast to the picture. You were tired from the previous night.


Every touch and movement we made was pure grace. Last night wasn't quick like we usually had to have it with our tight schedule. It was long, loving, and slow, much like the first time we had committed to each other.


"Gerard, will this hurt?" you asked, nervously.


"Frankie, if you don't want to do this, I'm not going to make you. I'll wait until you're ready." I said for the tenth time.


"N-no I want to."


I smiled, "Okay. I'm going to try and keep this as painless as possible, alright?"


You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut. I coated two fingers and set the half-liquid aside to my nightstand. I pushed one inside and waited for you to settle. Feeling you were ready for the second, I pushed it in as slowly as possible. After a few moments of scissoring, I removed them and kissed the top of your head.


"Are you sure?"


You nodded. I slowly pushed into you, letting you settle again before moving. I kept strangling your moans by kissing you.


"Frankie, I love you."


"I love you too--OH, GEE!"


I smiled a bit, realizing I'd hit your prostate. I went a bit faster, but not too fast. This wasn't going to hurt you nor be cheap and fast.


I felt myself nearing orgasm and my thrusts got a bit less sharp. I watched you swallow back a moan, driving me over the edge. I released inside of you, causing you to gasp and do the same thing.


Without bothering to clean up, I pulled out and lay next to you, sighing contentedly.


"I love you." I whispered into your hair, kissing the top of your head.


"I love you too, Gee." you said, smiling and slowly drifting to sleep.



Love will lead us, alright

Love will lead us, she will lead us

Can you hear the dolphin's cry?

See the road rise up to meet us

It's in the air we breathe tonight

Love will lead us, she will lead us


You woke up, stretching and yawning. I smiled at you, "Good morning."


"Mmm. Sure is." You scooted over to be closer to me. "What do you propose we do today?"


I sighed, "Stay home. After last night I doubt either of us want to move too much."


You smiled. "That's true." After yawning again, you looked at me, cocking your head to the side, "Gerard? What are we doing in life? I mean...music is doing great for us, but we never get time for just you and I."


I kissed the top of your head, "It'll fall into place, honey. It will. You just wait and see."


"How do you know?"


"Love will lead us, anamante." I smiled, using your secondary language.


You nuzzled into my chest, "Thank you."


"For what?"


"Loving me."



Oh yeah, we meet again

It's like we never left

Time in between was just a dream

Did we leave this place?

This crazy fog surrounds me

You wrap your legs around me

All I can do to try and breathe

Let me breathe so that I

So we can go together!


We finally got up and got dressed, just in case something came up. Brian, Bob, Mikey, or Ray were bound to show sometime throughout the day. After helping you apply your eyeliner, I kissed you softly. You smiled into it, wrapped your arms around my neck and used them as leverage to jump onto me and wrap your legs around my waist.


I'm still unsure how we got downstairs, but somehow he got onto the couch, our actions getting more heated by the second, each of us growing erections to boot.


Eighteen years old. It is definitely a time that you tend to lust after things for no real reason. But there was something different this time--this wasn't just lusting after something. This was being in love.


You skipped inside the door, chipper as ever. I felt so wrong being in a relationship with a fourteen-year-old. I lived by myself. I was, technically, a pedophile.


"Baby!" you squealed, jumping on me, wrapping your legs round me waist.


The immediate addition of weight made me fall onto the couch, you on top of me. Taking advantage of the situation, you attached your lips to mine hungrily. I guess fourteen-year-old boys lust over things as well.


I smiled into our kiss, remembering the fond memory. Everyone thought us disgusting back then. But we fought through it. I'd fight for you until the end of the fucking world. I love you so much.


"Mmm...what're you thinking about?" you asked after breaking the kiss.


"Remember that time when you barged into my apartment, tackled me onto the couch, and started making out with me when you were fourteen?" I said, laughing.


You smirked, "Mmm...that was the same day I gave you my virginity. July nineteenth, 1996."


"Awww!" I squealed, "You remembered the date?"


"That was the best day of my life. Of course I remembered the date."


I smiled. Because secretly, I remembered the date, too.



Love will lead us, alright

Love will lead us, she will lead us

Can you hear the dolphin's cry?

See the road rise up to meet us

It's in the air we breathe tonight

Love will lead us, she will lead us


We just sit on the couch together, your head in my lap, watching Donnie Darko.


"I'm hungry." you complain.


I smile. Even after all the times I scold you for annoying me with your complaints, I still find it ridiculously cute.


You removed your head from my lap and skipped into the kitchen. I was quick to follow and I could tell your eyes were fixed on the same thing mine were: chocolate cake. Alicia had baked it for a surprise anniversary party for you and I. There was still three pieces left.


I pulled the cake out of the fridge as you grabbed two plates and forks. I took the server and cut the third piece in half. We can pig out sometimes, and someday it'll bite us in the ass. For now, I'll eat my chocolate cake and pretend the thought never came into my mind.


We sat back on the couch and continued watching the movie. I took a forkful of cake and held it our for you. You ate it and fed me. We got into a bit of a rhythm as we fed each other, since we did this often.


Finally, the cake was gone. I took your dish and mine out to the kitchen and put it in the sink to be loaded into the dishwasher when one of us actually spent the time to unload it.


I walked back into the living room and sat next to you, resting my head on your shoulder, contentedly.


Sometimes I wonder how you became mine.



Life is like a shooting star

It don't matter who you are

If you only run for cover, it's just a waste of time

We are lost 'til we are found

This phoenix rises up from the ground

And all these wars are over


I remember the days when we were new at the whole living together thing. Every little habit of mine or yours was horrible. I kicked you in my sleep; you stole all the covers. But one day, we gained our maturity with just one statement.


"Ew! What the hell is this?" you asked me, holding up a dirty sock you'd apparentally found on the kitchen table.


"A sock." I responded, continuing to watch the Grace Under Fire marathon.


"A dirty sock that was on the kitchen table. Newsflash: people eat there, Gerard. You're such a pig."


"Yes, dear."


You rolled your eyes and threw the sock into the hamper, sitting next to me in a huff.


"I'm sorry."


"Gerard, you need to quit your fucked up ways. You live with a human being now. It isn't the free-for-all lifestyle anymore. It's hard, and I understand that, but you need to quit your disgusting little habits."


"Frank, I know. And I'll try harder...I really will."


"Whatever."


"I'll try because I love you. More than you can know."


You smiled, emotion glistening in your eyes, "Really?"


I put my forehead to yours, "Really."


Biting my lip, I looked at you just sitting there. I had to do it someday, and now was as good a time as any.


I took the remote off the coffee table and shut off the movie. You turned to me, furrowing your brow.


"What was that for?"


"Frankie? I have to ask you something important."


"What is it, baby?"


"W-will you marry me?"


Your eyes bugged out of your head, but you tackled me in a hug and a passionate yet sloppy kiss. "Oh my God! Yes! Gerard! Why do you--are you? YES!"


I smiled, knowing that you would be mine forever and for always.
Can't you hear the dolphin's cry?
Mood: Happy