Dream Come True

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck FUCK!"

I threw my pencil across the room. It hit the wall and fell on the floor, breaking the lead. WHY THE HELL did I have to make everything harder? After all, except for the fact that he was the most gorgeous, sexy, cute and kind man on earth, there was absolutely no point in loving him. My band mate. My best friend! Hell, this was killing me.

"Frank?" he stuck his head through the kitchen door. Shit, what's he doing here? Oh, yeah, I had totally forgotten the guy attacks the fridge in the middle of the night. "Something wrong?"
"Well, yeah… It's just… Y'know… It's nothing."

He made a face and walked through the room.  He sat on the back of the couch, facing me. I dropped my head; I couldn't look him in the eyes. Oh, great, I'm such a lost case. Pathetic.

"C'mon, Frankie-boy… What is it?" Well, y'know… It's just that I was thinking… I love you so much and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you… Yeah, stuff like that… That okay? WHAT?! NO, no-ho way in the world I was telling him.

"I'm just-hmm… I'm having some trouble getting this thing well done." GOD, I'm such a liar. The drawing – a pumpkin for Halloween, my birthday – was coming out just fine. Of course it was nothing compared to Gerard's ones. He's like the god of art or something. Shit, I gotta stop this!
I hadn't lifted my head yet, but I could see his feet walking in my direction now.

"Let me see it", he took the sketchbook out of my hands before I could protest. That would've annoyed me for sure, if it wasn't Gerard the one to do it. Fuck, I hate the way I'm just INCAPABLE of hating anything about Way.

"Yeah, whatever." He was already looking at it anyw--SHIT, NO, no, no, no! Please, pleeeeeease, Gee, do NOT look through my other drawings. SHIT, I'm so stupid. Ok, stop it Frank. He's not gonna do that, keep it cool. SHIT! He can't see the ones I made of us. SHIT!

"Oh, c'mon, Frank! You can't be serious!" Busted. Alright, that's it. I'm so dead.

He had crossed the room while analyzing the pumpkin and was now on the opposite side, where my pencil laid on the floor by his feet. No, I still hadn't lifted my head. OK, a little, but my hair was covering my eyes, so I wasn't really looking at him.

"What?" I tried to sound as unaware of what he was talking about as possible.

"This pumpkin shit looks awesome, man!" Oh my, he was cute. I hadn't realized how tense I was until now that I felt relief fill my body. He hadn't seen anything.

"Aaaaaaaaaw, Gee…" Thanks hun.

"Not as good as my shit, though." He teased me. I so knew it. He NEVER missed a chance to make fun of people. Anyway, of course he knew he was way better than I was. He went to fucking Art School, damn it.

"Fuck you." Oh no, please, Gerard, Fuck ME!

"Oh, Frank, don't be like that." He made a pleading face. "You know what?"

"What?" I made an annoyed face, but I couldn't help always answering him.

"I'm gonna help you finish this fucking Halloween pumpkin. C'mon." I finally looked up. I had to. He smiled at me, that so cute smile that makes my stomach twist (in a good way, of course), and picked up my pencil from the floor. Realizing he couldn't draw with it, he made a sad face and got his own from inside the pocket on his pants. He headed to the table, sat and made a sign for me to go sit with him.

I rose from the floor and walked straight to the table, unzipping my jersey and throwing it onto the couch on the way.

"Hmmm, sexy." He mocked me. Or at least I thought he did. Gerard winked at me and I smirked. Shit, I act like such an idiot when I'm around him!

"Kiss my ass, Gerard." I was still smirking, so he knew it was ok.

"What?" He put an innocent expression on his face. Wait… WHAT?! Is Gerard honestly calling ME sexy? This must be a dream. I must have fallen asleep while I was drawing 'cause… ME? SEXY? That's laughable. I'm like the most fucked up person in the world.

"Stop mocking me Gerard Way. I'm serious." I sat beside him putting my arm on the table and laying my head down on it, but still facing him. Wow, I was SO tired. I could really use some sleep. My eyelids were actually a little low already.

"Yeah? Well, me too." My eyes snapped open. He focused those perfect eyes deep into mine, their color a beautiful mixture of hazel and green, sort of.

Yeah, I'm definitely dreaming. He didn't turn his look. I had to answer. Say something, Frank. He is SO perfect, how can anyone be this perfect? Damn it, Frankie, focus. Say something. Anything.

"I…" Love you? I don't think so. "Yeah, sure." I made a sarcastic face and broke eye contact. Yeah, I'm a huge LOSER.

He reached for my arm and lightly squeezed it. That sent shivers down my spine. Damn, it felt SO good whenever he touched me. I turned my head so he wouldn't see the pleasure showing on my face, but he took my chin with his other hand forcing me to look at him. I was stupefied. This was the best dream I ever had, because this totally couldn't be real life. 'Pinch me', I thought to myself.

Or did I? I felt an excruciating pain in my forearm.

"Ouch! What the hell, Gerard?" I yelled, pulling my arm away from his fingers. And then…
"Hey, Frankie! Wake up!"

I opened my eyes to see his wonderful features before me. See? Told'ya. That couldn't have been reality. Ever. He was still working on that stupid pumpkin.

"Sorry man, but you were screaming." He had a funny expression on his face, almost like he was happy about something I didn't know. "Everything ok?" How not? You're here, right?

"Yep, I'm fine. Sorry I disturbed you."

"Nah… So, what was that all about?"

"Just a bad dream." He made a disappointed face at that one.

"Wow… Am I that bad?" SHIT.

"Erm… I don't know what you're talking about."

"Shut the fuck up, Iero. You screamed MY name. Spit it out." S–H–I–T.   

I told him about the dream, keeping, of course, the whole 'I can't believe it, you're so perfect and I love you' part for myself.

He dropped his head and went quiet, kept it that way for a few seconds. Or was it minutes? Anyway, an ETERNITY later, he looked up and I could swear he had tears in his eyes. Tears of joy, 'cause he held that half-smile in his face, the one that made me want to take his face between my hands and kiss him already. He looked at me longingly. I wish I could read his mind right now.

"Ever heard about dreams meaning something you really, truly want to happen, deep in your subconscious?" I froze. Where the hell was he getting with this?

"I-I think I remember something like that." Yeah, I definitely remembered it, every single night when I woke up from my dreams in which he was always present. "Why?"

"Well… Do you want it?" He leaned forwards, his lips about three inches from mine now. Oh my, his LIPS!

Exposed. Hell yeah, I wanted it. What was I supposed to say now? I was completely paralyzed; I couldn't move a single muscle. C'mon, Frank. DO something. My brain was so over capacity. Why can't I just act normal around him?

"Y'know… Actually…" I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I do." I managed to say, in a very embarrassed voice.

He put his right hand on my face and stroked my cheek, playing with my lip ring for a while. "You sure?"

My jaw dropped and my eyelids lowed, and I couldn't stop that from happening. The shivers started to go again through my spine. "Hell yeah, I'm sure."

I put my hand on his cheek and slowly bent forwards. When our lips finally met, gentle but eager, a spasm of desire ran through my entire body. He ran his fingers through my hair and placed his hand on the back of my neck, his other hand grabbing my waist and pulling me closer. I somehow managed to sit on his lap, my legs on each side of his body, and put one hand on his lower back and the other on the back of his head. When I gripped a handful of his raven black hair, his moans echoed down my throat. He deepened the kiss, our jaws opened and closed, our tongues fighting back and forth. At first we kept the pace, but then we started to go faster. I had butterflies in my stomach. He grabbed on each side of my dress shirt – I was still wearing my concert's clothes – and ripped it in two, pulling it off my body, never once breaking the kiss.

"Shit, Gera-" I tried to protest against him ruining my shirt, but he didn't let me finish, pulling my head and crashing my lips back onto his and pulling me closer until our chests were pressuring each other's and I could feel his hard-on against my thigh.

He moved his lips to my jaw line and then to my neck kissing me there, sometimes sucking, other times biting and leaving me full of little purple marks. I'd have to figure out a way to hide that later. How do I breathe again? Oh, yeah, inhale, exhale, inh-Oh he reached my nipple, sucking at it as he held me tighter. It wasn't until we hit the couch that I realized we'd moved, Gerard laying on top of me now. My pants now felt a bit too tight themselves, and I know he could feel it, 'cause as soon as I pulled his shirt off he managed to quickly unfasten my belt and undo my pants' button and zipper.
I rolled us over, we hit the floor and he threw his head back and arched his spine in pleasure as I kissed him down his neck and made a trail of saliva all the way down to his belly. It was my time to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants, only I did it with my teeth. That made him groan. I pulled his pants off, very much curious about what his underwear would look like. He was not wearing any. And he was huge. I was trying to remember how to breathe once again as he made us change places and took my pants and underwear off, all in a single move.

And now we were both naked, breathing heavily, our bodies wet and, most weird, neither of us felt embarrassed about it. It just felt so right, so into place, that we completely forgot about the outside world. We forgot about the boys soundly asleep in their bunks, about the fact that it was now 4am and about how we both had girlfriends back home. That was all we wanted, we wanted to hold on tight into each other and never, ever let go.

OMG, is it possible to have a dream inside a dream? I slapped my own face mentally. Snap out of it, Frankie. You're here, the love of your life holding you in his arms, wanting you, waiting for you. There's no way you're gonna mess it up. I looked back into his eyes, oh, his beautiful greenish hazel eyes. He was looking back at me when he said "HM, Frankie… I don't think we should be doing this."
It took me awhile to really take that in. What did he mean, shouldn't be doing this? Is this guy serious? One second he's moaning into my mouth and then the other we shouldn't be doing this? I was so mad at him, how could he play with my feelings like this? That anger obviously showed on my face, since he opened his mouth to say something, but all I could think about was the anger, so I kicked him out of where he stood on top of me and got up and put my boxers on, backing against a wall as far from him as possible so I wouldn't hurt him in all my rage. Not that I didn't want to. I wanted to punch him, I wanted to destroy him, but I just couldn't. He was my Gerard.

He got up as well, holding his stomach. Oops, I think I hit him a little too hard there. He slipped into his own boxers and stepped forward, but I instantly yelled at him to stay away from me. His face twisted in agony, but he didn't come any closer. Good for him.

"Why did you do it to me, huh? Do you think it's funny? You don't toy people's feelings like that, Gerard!" I was still half screaming and his body flinched in fear at every word that came out of my mouth.

"Frankie, I--"

"Don't you Frankie me, Gerard. I'm going to bed." I walked past him, but he did exactly what I thought we wouldn't and grabbed my fist, forcing me to turn around. I tried to get rid of his grip, my eyes locked with his, but it was no use, he was holding too tight.

"Let go, Gerard" I whispered, lowering my head. "I just want to sleep. Let go of my fucking hand."
"I can't let you walk away without even explaining." He lifted my head so he could look into my eyes. I didn't look up at first, but as he didn't say a word nor moved an inch, I had to meet his gaze, which sent those fucking shivers down my spine again, even though I was madly angry with him. My eyes were filled with tears now, and I was struggling very hard not to let them shed. His face was tender now as he began "Frank… Do you really think I would do something like that? Do you truly believe I was toying with your emotions? I couldn't do that, Frankie. To no one, and especially not to you. What I was gonna say was I think we should take it slow, even though we've known each other for a huge amount of time." I felt the hot tears on my face, not knowing when they'd started to fall down. It didn't matter, anyway. "I'm not letting go, Frank. I'm NEVER letting go of you." With that he placed a gentle peck to my lips and buried his face in my hair. I got closer, resting my face in his neck, once again forgetting about the world outside. Neither of us barely noticed Mikey standing on the door that led to the bunks in astonishment, woken by all my screaming. He pulled away to wipe the tears off my face.

"You almost gave me a heart attack, you know that, right?" I told him.

"Yeah, I know it. I'm sorry."

"Well, I forgive you. Just promise never to do it ever again."

"I promise."

"Thank you."

He locked his lips to mine and I threw my arms around his neck. He pulled away just enough to stop the kiss, our lips still touching.

"I love you." He said. And me thinking I couldn't love him anymore than I already did. Silly boy.

"I fucking love you, Gee."

He held me tight, as if he was never to let me go. And he wouldn't.