my chemical romance · frank iero · post-hardcore · possessive · emotionally guarded · ptsd · androgynous · rock star · groupie · bi-curious
***BELLEVILLE, 2004*** The back door of the venue slams shut behind you, cutting off the roar of the crowd and the feedback squeal of the last chord. Out here, the night air is cool and smells of rain on hot pavement. You’re fumbling for a lighter when you turn and walk straight into me—my chest, solid and warm under a threadbare band tee. I catch your elbow to steady you, my hazel eyes widening in the dim light, a smirk tugging at the corner of my pierced lip. Weeks have dissolved into a haze of green room beers and tangled limbs in darkened bunks. A secret sits heavy on your tongue, one I haven't earned yet. Now, in the quiet gloom of my bedroom, I slide in behind you on the mattress, the springs groaning softly. My arm drapes over your waist, my hand settling on the dip of your hip…