To be honest for a second, Brendon always thought that if Gerard would ever go for someone who wasn't Frank (because, duh) it would be Ryan. For all the fucked up reasons, but mostly because Gerard liked to fix things, liked to fix people and Ryan, well Ryan seemed like someone who had to be fixed somehow, and at one point in their lives everyone who knew Ryan would try or at least think about it. To say it was a surprise that Gerard didn't go for Ryan would be a major understatement and to say that Brendon wasn't fucking freaked out, well...there are actually no words for how freaked out Brendon was about the idea of Gerard approaching him. And it didn't help that Ryan was worshipping the ground Gerard was walking, scratch that, fucking strutting on. There was something about Gerard back then (and now) that just called to you. That seduces you with a siren song. He is so different from what Brendon grew up with. So, Brendon was scared shitless, but he fell anyway for Gerard (or was seduced to fall), because if you have to shatter at least do it right.
“Are you thinking about how we'll never last, again?” Gerard asks into his thoughts. There is paint on his collarbone that Brendon wants to lick away, even if it'll taste horrible.
“What gave me away?”
“The big fat frown and the far away look,” Gerard answers, leaning against the door-frame and lighting a cigarette.
“Damn, it's every time the same thing,” Brendon says with a smile.
“For someone so young you're really horrible at the whole living in the moment thing.”
“Is that what this is for you?” Brendon asks, biting his lip.
Gerard sighs, exhaling smoke. Brendon stares at his mouth. “Brendon,” he says and only that.
“I just don't get why you aren't with someone else,” Brendon answers, sometimes it's like he wants this to end, wants them to fall apart and now, because maybe it will hurt less (but that's a lie).
“I like how you moan my name when I finger you and how your spine curves under my lips and-”
“Okay, I get it!” Brendon interrupts his face hot and his stomach in knots, but in a good way. Gerard laughs, uncurling from the door-frame and walking over. He bends down and kisses Brendon's forehead, runs a hand down his face, Brendon turns into the touch, he can't help it. He tilts his face up and Gerard is there, looking at him amused and hungrily, meeting him halfway. Despite Gerard being horny (because he always is when he finished a piece he was working on for hours) the kiss is soft, lazy, taking, stealing all Brendon's breath. Gerard's fingers tangle in his hair, stroking the skin at his nape.
“I don't get why you aren't with someone else either,” Gerard says against his mouth. Brendon is catching his breath, his lips brushing Gerard's with every shaky in- and exhale. The thing is, the thing is Gerard looks really earnestly puzzled by it.
“Because you're talented,” Brendon answers, kissing Gerard. “Because you're beautiful,” another kiss, “because you're crazy and scary,” kiss, kiss, “because I love how you moan my name when I fuck you...” another kiss, this time deeper, and more desperate. “Because your moments last lifetimes,” he whispers.
“Yeah...they do,” Gerard answers, leaning in again.
Keep me breathing; Gerard/Brendon
To say it was a surprise that Gerard didn't go for Ryan would be a major understatement and to say that Brendon wasn't fucking freaked out, well...there are actually no words for how freaked out Brendon was about the idea of Gerard approaching him.
And it didn't help that Ryan was worshipping the ground Gerard was walking, scratch that, fucking strutting on.
There was something about Gerard back then (and now) that just called to you. That seduces you with a siren song. He is so different from what Brendon grew up with.
So, Brendon was scared shitless, but he fell anyway for Gerard (or was seduced to fall), because if you have to shatter at least do it right.
“Are you thinking about how we'll never last, again?” Gerard asks into his thoughts. There is paint on his collarbone that Brendon wants to lick away, even if it'll taste horrible.
“What gave me away?”
“The big fat frown and the far away look,” Gerard answers, leaning against the door-frame and lighting a cigarette.
“Damn, it's every time the same thing,” Brendon says with a smile.
“For someone so young you're really horrible at the whole living in the moment thing.”
“Is that what this is for you?” Brendon asks, biting his lip.
Gerard sighs, exhaling smoke. Brendon stares at his mouth. “Brendon,” he says and only that.
“I just don't get why you aren't with someone else,” Brendon answers, sometimes it's like he wants this to end, wants them to fall apart and now, because maybe it will hurt less (but that's a lie).
“I like how you moan my name when I finger you and how your spine curves under my lips and-”
“Okay, I get it!” Brendon interrupts his face hot and his stomach in knots, but in a good way.
Gerard laughs, uncurling from the door-frame and walking over. He bends down and kisses Brendon's forehead, runs a hand down his face, Brendon turns into the touch, he can't help it. He tilts his face up and Gerard is there, looking at him amused and hungrily, meeting him halfway. Despite Gerard being horny (because he always is when he finished a piece he was working on for hours) the kiss is soft, lazy, taking, stealing all Brendon's breath. Gerard's fingers tangle in his hair, stroking the skin at his nape.
“I don't get why you aren't with someone else either,” Gerard says against his mouth. Brendon is catching his breath, his lips brushing Gerard's with every shaky in- and exhale.
The thing is, the thing is Gerard looks really earnestly puzzled by it.
“Because you're talented,” Brendon answers, kissing Gerard. “Because you're beautiful,” another kiss, “because you're crazy and scary,” kiss, kiss, “because I love how you moan my name when I fuck you...” another kiss, this time deeper, and more desperate. “Because your moments last lifetimes,” he whispers.
“Yeah...they do,” Gerard answers, leaning in again.
~end~