Way Wedding

A Beautiful Brat Joyriding Through a Terrible Nightmare.

"Good morning, love." Gerard whispered against my bare chest littered with lusty scratches, and love bites. His hand was wrapped in mine our torsos against one another, our legs curled together, and my mind in a foggy bliss cloaked in the smell of last night and lingering cigarettes. With a tired groan I rubbed my eyes not wanting to wake up, worried that we may actually have to talk about everything and it would spell the end of the euphoria I had woken to. Burying my face his messy hair I planted a kiss as I savored the smell of his shampoo, loving the way that even after all these years he still used the same Suave green apple kind. "Wake up, I wanna do something today before your soundcheck and stuff." He whine tickling his pale fingers over my stomach making me laugh and jump to my feet.

"Gee, you're such a brat." I teased looking at the way his hair was fanned out over the sheets with my sudden chest of a pillow taken from him. "A beautiful brat." I breathed pulling a shirt over my head that could only be described as ours. Even to this day and through the years of being apart I always bought my shirts one size larger. Secretly hoping that one day we'd be sharing clothes, and much more again. Gerard's pale body lifted from the it's resting place among pillows engulfed in red sheets specked with small paint stains from his hands, and stains from our nights. I watched as he stretched his arms above his head, his eyebrows furrowing. Memorized by the sight I continued to watch as he turned side to side hearing the faint pops that had gotten louder with age, his mouth coming to a close with a satisfied smack. I settled on the fact that beautiful would never be enough to describe him. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." he smiled turning his head so that his messy hair grazed over his shoulder, his naked back engulfed in the sunlight peering in the bus windows. If only he would let me take pictures I thought to myself, rolling my eyes and throwing a pile of clothes his way. Continuing to messily dress I hopped about with one foot in a pair of red boxers and one arm tangled in my grey cardigan searching for things among his belongings that were staring to strew their way among the room in a sea of Gerard Arthur Way. All I could be thankful for was the fact that as he aged his stench had lessened which greatly cut down on the potency of him. He had also learned to shower more frequently which was most likely a great help in the equation. Because no matter how handsome the poor man was, he had a tendency to make anything he came into contact with reek, when he didn't shower at least twice a week. "Hey, sugar, you may wanna put on one article of clothing at a time. I hear that makes things easier, and less likely for you to crack open that pretty little head of yours." he teased with a breathy chuckle zipping up his black jeans and grabbing a flannel that was haphazardly laid on top of the lamp.

"I'd have an easier time walking, if you'd clean up your filth." I teased back now pulling on my converse peeking over at his figure hunched over a mirror spreading a thin layer of eyeliner on his lower lid. His androgyny peeking through and going straight to my dick. Ignoring my need I wrote it off the way teenage need typically is, and whispered "Be carful now, don't get too beautiful to go out, come one may steal you from me, honey." I whispered closing my arms around his waist and kissing his cheek.Being rewarded by his infectious laughter and a turned kiss still laced by it.

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Hand and hand we filtered our way through the downtown shops of downtown Denver. His eyes wavering at the vinyl records he didn't need, and we didn't have room for. As it was I was trying to figure out what we were gonna do with the things once we moved in together. Smothering that thought quickly my own eyes wavered on antique lighters that would likely raise an eyebrow and may follow by questions about my sudden nicotine use. The small shop wasn't heated and I huddled into his side for some source of warmth and sang along with the swing music that was playing over the speakers. I couldn't help but think of my grandfather as the voices of yesterday filled my ears. I had spent my childhood watching him dance with my nonna to these songs, their wedding song always the greatest joy of their happiness.

"Cold, sugar?" he asked noticing my sudden closeness and screening the situation for a peak in anxiety that wasn't abnormal. Nodding I settled off of my knees crossing my legs so I could lay my head on his shoulder as he flipped through the bins of records. I wasn't cut out for sleepless nights of love making anymore. I was definitely getting older as much as I hated to admit it. All my years of abusing my body by throwing it around stage also didn't help when it came to cold weather and it's lingering affects. I was just a tired, creaky old man that could die happily in this moment. My head on the love of my live's shoulder, sun filled windows, the perfect soundtrack filling my ears, and the smell of Gerard's cologne and vinyl filling my nose. "Let's get you something to eat." he said standing and pulling me up with him. Always taking care of me the way he did. Nodding as I straightened my shirt and pulled up my pants, I followed him out of the store and down the street more like a puppy dog than his boyfriend. Settling on a small diner I crossed my fingers they had some kind of vegetarian option.

"Smells good." I smiled reaching my hand across the table to clasp with his, and looked around the small diner thinking about the Topaz one back home. About how I wanted to go back there with Gerard, with my kids, and Bandit. How I couldn't wait to see the future, but still build around our past. How incredibly fucking lucky I was to be blessed with him, and the life I had. Caught up in the moment and the after shocks of all the emotions I had about the past week of him and I's life, I pulled my hand to my cheek blocking a small tear that tumbled out of my eye. Furrowing his eyebrows he squeezed my hand.

"Honey?" he asked worriedly as I swatted his hand away with a heavy smile. 

"Im just happy." I continued to smile sitting my feet atop his under the table sucking the rest of the tears into my eyes. "I just keep thinking about how lucky I am." I continued rubbing my thumb over his hand as the waitress came to take our order. We ate in a comfortable silence laughing at the inside jokes that kept surfacing. My finger raised to my lip mimicking the "mustache ride" causing a french fry to be thrown at me and a eruption of laughter to burst making people look at us. We couldn't care less, we were just happy to be with one another. The lunch was the perfect cap to a perfect day in a more normal setting than we had gotten to flaunt out relationship in thus far. His brothers wedding, countless phone calls, and a music tour wasn't exactly on the books for normalcy.

"Excuse me, I hate to bother you." our waitress said sheepishly interrupting our laughter and mini food fights, cradling a piece of paper and pen in her hand. "Can I have y'all's autograph?" she asked her cheeks flushing as she kicked her feet together looking down. Nodding with a big smile I reached for the paper, asked her name and signed mine before passing it over to Gerard. A small sense of worry coming over me to see his reaction to the situation. Signing his name with a beaming grin he handed it back to her and stood to hug her causing the poor girl's eyeliner to start running. 

"Hey, would you like to come to my concert tonight?" I piped up quickly, possibly pushing my luck; and pulling my wallet out of my pocket to give her a ticket. Her excited nod making both Gee and I chuckle. "Well here's a ticket, and show them this autograph and they will bring you side stage." I added handing it to her along with the money for our check a little extra just in case she needed gas money to get to the venue. I'd be lying if doing stuff like this didn't make me overly giddy. Making a fan's day had aways been one of my favorite things as long as they weren't hugging me. I mean just because I sing or play guitar for a living shouldn't mean i'm obligated to let strangers touch me. That concept had always baffled me. Gerard was had gotten better about it, he didn't really have a choice in the matter as time had gone on with MCR. However I could tell he secretly enjoyed it. Waving goodbye we walked out of the diner, and toward the uber we had called.

Walking on the stage that night was so much more exciting that night. My last couple of shows had just been shit with everything going on with Gee, but after today I couldn't help but smile as I stepped in front of the mic as the crowd chanted my name.

"How're we doing tonight Denver?" I said looking over at Gerard sitting onto of one of the crates for our instruments winking. "I know I had a great goddamn day, let's do this. I want to start with one of my favorites, how does Joyriding sound." I screamed starting to jump and turn to the band. A roaring scream came behind me as I put my black in ear monitor on. As I turned shaking my cardigan off my shoulders and tossing it to my left, my worse nightmare started chanting.

"FRERARD, FRERARD, FRERARD."