You know... the Chris/Jonny piano room one?

You know... the Chris/Jonny piano room one?

 

 

how could anyone forget that?:wideeyed:

 

Oh *cough* right, this one:D:wink3:

 

 

Didn't I even draw a picture about it? :thinking:

Oh *cough* right, this one:D:wink3:

 

 

Didn't I even draw a picture about it? :thinking:

 

you naughty perv:wink3:

:smug:

 

 

 

xD

What, which piano room?!

 

Yesterday I remembered this Noel... Oh man... Yeah, it was Noel/Chris... And... Jonny sees them. :(

 

The story is so sad.

^I read it too. It's horrible :cry:

Aww! :sad:

 

Well, here it is.

 

 

 

Jonny pushed the door open gently. Beautiful melodies issued out of the room. Jonny gave a little smile and leaned forward, peering into the room. In the middle of the blue-carpeted room sat his band mate Chris, playing a black piano. The semi-transparent white drapes had been shut over the windows, casting a white glow over the room, almost dream-like. Several sheets were also draped over the room’s furniture. Jonny wondered why Chris had chosen such a set up, but he’d done strange things before in order to get into the “mood” for his songwriting. Jonny had no clue whether that actually helped him or Chris just liked trashing rooms, but it made him all the more curious for what he was up to.

 

He carefully closed the door behind him and crept up silently behind Chris. Chris could always sense if Jonny was around however, and whipped around.

“Hi Jon!” Chris said brightly, pausing his playing. Jon’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hello,” he replied abruptly. Chris smiled and returned to playing. Jonny stood next to him, watching.

 

Chris suddenly jammed all the keys down, trying to give Jonny a scare. Jonny flinched, but had become used to the game. Chris grinned sneakily at him.

“One day it won’t work,” Jonny warned him playfully. “Then you’ll be sorry.”

“Yeah I believe you,” Chris nodded, turning back to the piano. He jammed down the keys again and gave Jonny a cheeky look as he did. Jonny smirked.

“See?” he said.

 

Chris smiled and started playing the melodies again. Jonny interrupted him to show him which keys he could keep for the next song. Chris didn’t mind being interrupted by Jonny – he hardly ever did. He continued on after Jonny had finished.

 

Jonny looked down at Chris cautiously. His blue eyes were getting that gleam again… the same when he performed at a concert. He started rocking slowly on the stool to the music.

Shit, Jonny thought. Please no.

Chris closed his eyes to get more into the music as he sped up the tune.

Oh God.

 

Chris’ fingers flew over the piano keys. His body pulsed to the music as it always did in that irresistible way.

Fuck! Jonny was trying so hard to fight those familiar feelings of longing for Chris, but he couldn’t help it. Chris always did this, like a little game. A game…

Chris opened his eyes and looked up at Jonny, his eyes dancing with a lust that definitely wasn’t caused by his music. It never ended. Jonny became furious.

 

“Stop it! Just stop it!” he yelled. Chris halted immediately, confused by Jonny’s sudden reaction.

“Jon..?” Chris managed to say quietly.

“Stop playing games with me, Chris! Just don’t!” he continued.

“Games? Uh, well… I was just playing the piano, Jon,” Chris said, managing a nervous laugh. “Not any games…”

Jonny glared at him.

“You know what you’ve been doing! I can see it plain as day!”

“What games? What do you-“

“You know fucking well what I mean, Chris! When you jam those keys down, and move like that, you can feel it! I know you can, it’s obvious!” Jonny continued.

“Feel... what, Jon?” Chris feebly asked. He half-wanted it to be what he thought it was badly, but half-dreaded it.

“There’s not a big difference between lust and music, Chris,” Jonny said.

Chris sat in silence, lost.

“You know it; it’s undeniable when you move like that. Undeniable when you’re playing Clocks live in front of twenty-thousand people. Twenty-thousand people, Chris.”

“Jonny… that’s just the – energy of our music,” he said, laughing nervously a bit again. “I mean, it’s-“

“Chris,” Jonny said, laying his hand on Chris’. “I’m sure of it… there’s more.”

 

Chris slowly stood up from his stool.

“Please, stop making excuses… I know how it is,” Jonny continued. He was silenced by the look in Chris’ eyes – affection, and glad for being lost in a place he wanted to be lost. He moved slowly towards Jonny and drew him towards him in a hug. Jonny paused, but wrapped his arms around him, tired of the fighting. Chris wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing, but it was the only thing that seemed right.

 

He pulled back and looked at Jonny, whom hadn’t really let go. His gaze was somehow full of affection for Chris, appreciation for finally being understood. His pale green eyes said it all, as per usual. Without any doubt in the world, Chris leaned in and they kissed. They broke apart unwillingly and gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, still holding on to one another.

 

Chris kissed him again and pressed Jonny against the piano, the keys making a dull noise as they did. Jonny suddenly pushed Chris off a little.

“No,” Jonny said. “I can’t.”

“Jonny,” Chris crooned. “What’s…?”

“I’m not gay, Chris.”

“I’m not either.”

“Then why…?” Jonny asked. He was confused by the statement.

“I’m not gay, but I…”

“…you?” Jonny looked up at Chris. The sentence was never ended – Chris buried his head into Jonny’s neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing Jonny’s neck. Jonny smiled.

“Love you too,” he said. He was interrupted by the increasing heaviness of Chris’ breathing as he felt one of Chris’ free hands roaming down to his hip. Jonny gripped onto Chris’ back as his hand slowly wandered down. Jonny gave out a little moan as Chris paused.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly. “I don’t want to be forcing you or anything-“ He was interrupted by Jonny managing to pull his shirt off.

“Sure I am,” he said. Among other things made, they wouldn’t forget that afternoon with the piano.

 

 

A love that lasts all the time

Shimmering and dirty

Wonderful and hot times

All in all a dreaming circus

 

 

Also link me to that Noel/Chris/Jonny one |D

^But it makes you feel very crappy :sick:

Well, whatever, I warned you, here it is:

 

 

 

Get To You Chapter One

Pairing: Chris/Noel, Chris/Jonny

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Okay, so I posted this, but my friend made me delete it off the internet so she could edit it for me, and I am now allowed to re-post it lol. Typed quickly, sorry for mistakes.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" His green eyes cut through my heart. "I can't believe it. I hate you." He said coldly. Before I could even go after him, he shot out of the room.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

I tapped my foot impaitently on my guitar case.

Ring.

C'mon Jon, pick up.

Click. "ello?"

"Jon,love..."

"Where are you?" he asked with an angrey tone. " I can't make it tonight. Noel rang and said he'd come help with a song." I felt guilty. It was our six month anniversary night. I could almost see his face fall. " Look, Jon, I'll be home late, then tomorrow we'll celebrate by not even coming to the studio." He debated it for a moment, but gave in. "Oh alright. I'll wait up for ya though. Night." I smiled at his understand. "Night love"

Click.

 

"Chris ye twat, where the fook are ye!" I heard someone clatter into the studio.

Noel.

"I'm in the office Noel," I yelled out, not even bothering to put my guitar down.

"Jesus, ya ever put down the fookin' guitar?"

"Nah, unlike you and your pretty face, music actually got me where I am." I grinned cheekily at him. It felt good to see him again after almost a year of having two very different schedules. "So mate, what's a project we plan on working on?"

As I looked up to answer, his beautiful eyes struck me, mezmorizing me. It took me a second to remeber what to say. "Why, let's go to the mix room." I studdered as I collected my thoughts. I glanced at Noel again and this time he caught me and I felt my face quickly get warm. I turned away and walked to the mix room trying to run away from these confusing feelings.

---

Noel and I had been so caught up in writing that we had lost track of time. Already it was past midnight. Earlier feelings hadn't subsided, but I had been able to ignore them. I guess I had momentarily zoned off, because suddenly I felt Noel's hand on my thigh. "Chris? Ye tired?" he squeezed my knee. I shook myself out of my fog and looked down. "Yeah I suppose.

I looked up, Noels face was extreamly close to mine, our noses were almost touching. I could feel his warm breath across my cheek. Before I could even give it a second thought though, his lips were on mine. It was such a wonderful feeling, I couldn't pull away. Noel's hands grazed down my back and gently placed them on my hips. Somehow my hands found their way to his hair. It was so soft as he changed the angle of the kiss, I found my fingers entwined in the delicious strands. The fog had come back, man was he talented.

Noel's gentle, exerienced hands slowly ran under my shirt, tugging it over my head. Next thing I knew we were on the floor. His soft, moist lips kept me captivated. I slid my hands down his shirt and slowly undid each button. W hen I reached for the last button our motions became frantic. He swiftly shurgged out of shirt, all the while ravaging my mouth. Noel began to undo the buttons on my jeans when the door opened. I froze. The room became dead silent except for me and Noel's heavy breathing.

"Chris.." Jonny hardly got out. I turned over and saw an expression I never thought would be directed to me. I saw pain, sadness, my own betrayal, and if I looked close enough I could see that hint of hatred.

My head finally cleared and I saw the reality of the situation. The man I love, staring at me with a man I didn't love.

It was then I realized how stupid I was. A complete fucking twat.

Jonny's gazed lingered one more moment and he turned and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I darted after him, not knowing exactly what to say after I caught up. " Jonny, love..." I began, but no he wouldn't have it.

"Jesus fucking Christ" his green eyes pierced straight through my heart. As he got into his car to leave he glanced at me once more. " I can't believe it. I fucking hate you." He whispered, his voice barely audible. He drove away without a backward glance.

I heard Noel come up behind me. His footsteps echoing off the pavement.

"Sorry mate, I didn't know." He, for once, sounded sincere.

"It's my fault. I think it would be better if you left Noel."

 

 

 

 

 

 

Get To You Chapter Two

Pairing: Chris/Noel, Chris/Jonny

Rating: PG-13

 

 

When Noel left I fell onto the couch. I can't go home, Jon'll be there. I sighed heavily. I'm such a fuck up.

I was about to try and doze off but my mobile rang. I looked at the clock. IT was 3:00 in the morning. I groaned.

'Ello?'

'Chris, it's Will," he said, crying.

Crying? Why the hell is Will crying?!

"Will.." I studdered. "What's wrong?" "Jon..." he took a deep breath. "... he was killed Chris. Some drunk ass demolished his car. And him." There was a silence. Me. Tears were brimming at my eyes, threatening to take over. "Come over Chris. Guy is coming too." I could hardly get my words out over my sobs. "I'll be there."

I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. I went into the mix room and grabbed my discarded shirt. The wild night flashed before my eyes, I fell to the floor, my cheek pressed against the carpet, that began to get damp from my tears. I cried until the grief was too much to handle. It's all my fault.

I arrived at Will's flat 10 minutes later. A red-puffy eyed Guy answered the door. He latched onto me in a smothering hug. I understood why. He had to make sure I was here, that I wasn't a ghost. He was glad I was alive. But I don't deserve to be. Finally he released the death grip. I found WIll sitting in the kitchen, his eyes staring straight ahead at something only he could see. I suppose he heard me walk up, because he started talking. " Why was he out so late?" I looked away as I responded. " To look for me." I said in a flat tone. I felt his gaze travel to my face. " You weren't home?" he said, startled. I shook my head, ashamed. Should I tell him? Guy?

As if he knew something was going on, Guy appeared. I looked between Will and Guy, about to cry. "It's all my fault. When he found me, I was still at the studio..." I didn't want to go on, but I knew they were waiting for me to finish. " I was with Noel..." I whispered. "Things had happened." my voice strained. Now the tears were flowing freely. Will looked even more upset and Guy looked angry. I slowly sunk down to the floor. "The last thing he said to me was that he hated me." I put my head on my knees and just cried til I felt a warm strong arm around my shoulders. It was Will. "Chris, the only thing that matters tonight is that we lost someone we loved. Our bandmate. Our Best friend." I looked up at Guy, and he gave me a hug, granting me his forgiveness.

Get To You Chapter Three

Pairing: Chris/Noel, Chris/Jonny

Rating: PG-13

A/N: I'm starting to hate this fic. But my friend loves it.

 

 

The funeral was four days later. I had been numb for those past days. Everything moved in slow motion around me. Jonny's family planned everything, with some help from us. I hadn't talked to Noel since that night either. But the Gallagher brothers were close friends of ours, and even though Will knew what happened, he still invited them. I didn't care when he told me, but as I slipped on my suit, it hit me. I was going to have to face Noel.

"Jonny. He was a great man. Great guitarist. Great best mate. I was the last to see him, but it dosen't mean I miss him any less. Jonny was a great person whenever any of us had a problem. His shoulder was always there for us to lean on. We all have memories of the good times we had with him. Jonny was patient and kind, yes he had his fault, but this neither the time for place for that. What I'm trying to say is that despite everything," I paused, scanning the crowd. There in the back, next to Liam, was Noel. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to continue. "Jonny was the best person anyone could know." I smiled sadly, tears glistening in my eyes.

After everyone did their speeches, Will, Guy and I stood up at the front where everyone told their condolences. Suddenly Noel and Liam came up. Liam gave each of us a hug and whispered that he was sorry. Noel awkwardly put his hand on my shoulder and said sorry, avoiding my eyes. He just walked past Guy and Will. I knew after that day that I never wanted to see Noel again.

Because you were dead....

It's a week later now, as I sit outside next to your grave. We did the press release, the band is over. Will is letting me move in with him, because I can't stand to go to our flat, covered in our life. Everything reminds me of you love. I really screwed up. Had I gone to dinner as planned, none of this would've happened, we'd be a happy couple. I take the blame everyday, knowing it's my fault. I wish you weren't gone. I'd rather have you hate me for the rest of our lives than dead. I don't love Noel, Jon. It happened and it's my fault. You have every reason to hate me. But no matter what, I love you. I looked up at the sun and sighed. Jon, I just wish it was over. I looked at the object in my hands. I felt the soft, cold metal and the slight weight pressing into my hand, pressuring me, pushing me towards the edge. My only way to you.

 

 

 

 

I don't if it's finished though :thinking: But if, I bet it's even more sad :bigcry:

Well, whatever, I warned you, here it is:

 

 

 

Get To You Chapter One

Pairing: Chris/Noel, Chris/Jonny

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Okay, so I posted this, but my friend made me delete it off the internet so she could edit it for me, and I am now allowed to re-post it lol. Typed quickly, sorry for mistakes.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" His green eyes cut through my heart. "I can't believe it. I hate you." He said coldly. Before I could even go after him, he shot out of the room.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

I tapped my foot impaitently on my guitar case.

Ring.

C'mon Jon, pick up.

Click. "ello?"

"Jon,love..."

"Where are you?" he asked with an angrey tone. " I can't make it tonight. Noel rang and said he'd come help with a song." I felt guilty. It was our six month anniversary night. I could almost see his face fall. " Look, Jon, I'll be home late, then tomorrow we'll celebrate by not even coming to the studio." He debated it for a moment, but gave in. "Oh alright. I'll wait up for ya though. Night." I smiled at his understand. "Night love"

Click.

 

"Chris ye twat, where the fook are ye!" I heard someone clatter into the studio.

Noel.

"I'm in the office Noel," I yelled out, not even bothering to put my guitar down.

"Jesus, ya ever put down the fookin' guitar?"

"Nah, unlike you and your pretty face, music actually got me where I am." I grinned cheekily at him. It felt good to see him again after almost a year of having two very different schedules. "So mate, what's a project we plan on working on?"

As I looked up to answer, his beautiful eyes struck me, mezmorizing me. It took me a second to remeber what to say. "Why, let's go to the mix room." I studdered as I collected my thoughts. I glanced at Noel again and this time he caught me and I felt my face quickly get warm. I turned away and walked to the mix room trying to run away from these confusing feelings.

---

Noel and I had been so caught up in writing that we had lost track of time. Already it was past midnight. Earlier feelings hadn't subsided, but I had been able to ignore them. I guess I had momentarily zoned off, because suddenly I felt Noel's hand on my thigh. "Chris? Ye tired?" he squeezed my knee. I shook myself out of my fog and looked down. "Yeah I suppose.

I looked up, Noels face was extreamly close to mine, our noses were almost touching. I could feel his warm breath across my cheek. Before I could even give it a second thought though, his lips were on mine. It was such a wonderful feeling, I couldn't pull away. Noel's hands grazed down my back and gently placed them on my hips. Somehow my hands found their way to his hair. It was so soft as he changed the angle of the kiss, I found my fingers entwined in the delicious strands. The fog had come back, man was he talented.

Noel's gentle, exerienced hands slowly ran under my shirt, tugging it over my head. Next thing I knew we were on the floor. His soft, moist lips kept me captivated. I slid my hands down his shirt and slowly undid each button. W hen I reached for the last button our motions became frantic. He swiftly shurgged out of shirt, all the while ravaging my mouth. Noel began to undo the buttons on my jeans when the door opened. I froze. The room became dead silent except for me and Noel's heavy breathing.

"Chris.." Jonny hardly got out. I turned over and saw an expression I never thought would be directed to me. I saw pain, sadness, my own betrayal, and if I looked close enough I could see that hint of hatred.

My head finally cleared and I saw the reality of the situation. The man I love, staring at me with a man I didn't love.

It was then I realized how stupid I was. A complete fucking twat.

Jonny's gazed lingered one more moment and he turned and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I darted after him, not knowing exactly what to say after I caught up. " Jonny, love..." I began, but no he wouldn't have it.

"Jesus fucking Christ" his green eyes pierced straight through my heart. As he got into his car to leave he glanced at me once more. " I can't believe it. I fucking hate you." He whispered, his voice barely audible. He drove away without a backward glance.

I heard Noel come up behind me. His footsteps echoing off the pavement.

"Sorry mate, I didn't know." He, for once, sounded sincere.

"It's my fault. I think it would be better if you left Noel."

 

 

 

 

 

 

Get To You Chapter Two

Pairing: Chris/Noel, Chris/Jonny

Rating: PG-13

 

 

When Noel left I fell onto the couch. I can't go home, Jon'll be there. I sighed heavily. I'm such a fuck up.

I was about to try and doze off but my mobile rang. I looked at the clock. IT was 3:00 in the morning. I groaned.

'Ello?'

'Chris, it's Will," he said, crying.

Crying? Why the hell is Will crying?!

"Will.." I studdered. "What's wrong?" "Jon..." he took a deep breath. "... he was killed Chris. Some drunk ass demolished his car. And him." There was a silence. Me. Tears were brimming at my eyes, threatening to take over. "Come over Chris. Guy is coming too." I could hardly get my words out over my sobs. "I'll be there."

I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. I went into the mix room and grabbed my discarded shirt. The wild night flashed before my eyes, I fell to the floor, my cheek pressed against the carpet, that began to get damp from my tears. I cried until the grief was too much to handle. It's all my fault.

I arrived at Will's flat 10 minutes later. A red-puffy eyed Guy answered the door. He latched onto me in a smothering hug. I understood why. He had to make sure I was here, that I wasn't a ghost. He was glad I was alive. But I don't deserve to be. Finally he released the death grip. I found WIll sitting in the kitchen, his eyes staring straight ahead at something only he could see. I suppose he heard me walk up, because he started talking. " Why was he out so late?" I looked away as I responded. " To look for me." I said in a flat tone. I felt his gaze travel to my face. " You weren't home?" he said, startled. I shook my head, ashamed. Should I tell him? Guy?

As if he knew something was going on, Guy appeared. I looked between Will and Guy, about to cry. "It's all my fault. When he found me, I was still at the studio..." I didn't want to go on, but I knew they were waiting for me to finish. " I was with Noel..." I whispered. "Things had happened." my voice strained. Now the tears were flowing freely. Will looked even more upset and Guy looked angry. I slowly sunk down to the floor. "The last thing he said to me was that he hated me." I put my head on my knees and just cried til I felt a warm strong arm around my shoulders. It was Will. "Chris, the only thing that matters tonight is that we lost someone we loved. Our bandmate. Our Best friend." I looked up at Guy, and he gave me a hug, granting me his forgiveness.

Get To You Chapter Three

Pairing: Chris/Noel, Chris/Jonny

Rating: PG-13

A/N: I'm starting to hate this fic. But my friend loves it.

 

 

The funeral was four days later. I had been numb for those past days. Everything moved in slow motion around me. Jonny's family planned everything, with some help from us. I hadn't talked to Noel since that night either. But the Gallagher brothers were close friends of ours, and even though Will knew what happened, he still invited them. I didn't care when he told me, but as I slipped on my suit, it hit me. I was going to have to face Noel.

"Jonny. He was a great man. Great guitarist. Great best mate. I was the last to see him, but it dosen't mean I miss him any less. Jonny was a great person whenever any of us had a problem. His shoulder was always there for us to lean on. We all have memories of the good times we had with him. Jonny was patient and kind, yes he had his fault, but this neither the time for place for that. What I'm trying to say is that despite everything," I paused, scanning the crowd. There in the back, next to Liam, was Noel. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to continue. "Jonny was the best person anyone could know." I smiled sadly, tears glistening in my eyes.

After everyone did their speeches, Will, Guy and I stood up at the front where everyone told their condolences. Suddenly Noel and Liam came up. Liam gave each of us a hug and whispered that he was sorry. Noel awkwardly put his hand on my shoulder and said sorry, avoiding my eyes. He just walked past Guy and Will. I knew after that day that I never wanted to see Noel again.

Because you were dead....

It's a week later now, as I sit outside next to your grave. We did the press release, the band is over. Will is letting me move in with him, because I can't stand to go to our flat, covered in our life. Everything reminds me of you love. I really screwed up. Had I gone to dinner as planned, none of this would've happened, we'd be a happy couple. I take the blame everyday, knowing it's my fault. I wish you weren't gone. I'd rather have you hate me for the rest of our lives than dead. I don't love Noel, Jon. It happened and it's my fault. You have every reason to hate me. But no matter what, I love you. I looked up at the sun and sighed. Jon, I just wish it was over. I looked at the object in my hands. I felt the soft, cold metal and the slight weight pressing into my hand, pressuring me, pushing me towards the edge. My only way to you.

 

 

 

 

I don't if it's finished though :thinking: But if, I bet it's even more sad :bigcry:

 

 

WTF? Jonny dies??? That's fucking terrible:cry:

Awwwww!!! :bigcry:

 

That is sooo :bigcry:

 

I'm not feeling crappy but it's sweet yet sad at the same time... aww!!!!

I always feel like shit when I read it ...

 

That's the reason why I always skip it when I discover it.

 

 

 

Btw, I'm writing, well, are about to complete a little Chris/Guy story (yes, right, you saw it right, GUY!!)

 

Mel, you already know the story, sorry :P

:surprised:

 

:D!!

I always feel like shit when I read it ...

 

That's the reason why I always skip it when I discover it.

 

 

 

Btw, I'm writing, well, are about to complete a little Chris/Guy story (yes, right, you saw it right, GUY!!)

 

Mel, you already know the story, sorry :P

:o OMG! Yesss. I wanna read it, too.

 

 

By the way, does anyone have the pictures of this?

MEEE!!! Let me find it :lol:

Oh yes Thalia, and hell yes, you will all want to read it....hmmm...you'll have to dig up the Chris and Guy thread from page 20 probably...

 

 

 

:)

Oh yes Thalia, and hell yes, you will all want to read it....hmmm...you'll have to dig up the Chris and Guy thread from page 20 probably...

 

Oh lord, I have to dig in the dust, again! :lol:

Those threads are so OLD. It's like you are trying to grab an old parchment from behind a book shelf!

Okay, to cheer you up a bit, I made a little Chris/Jonny wallpaper :wacky:

 

Hope ya like it!

 

Okay, to cheer you up a bit, I made a little Chris/Jonny wallpaper :wacky:

 

Hope ya like it!

 

 

 

WOW! Beautiful!!!! Good job Thalia!!!

 

:kiss:

:blush:

I wish the quality of this one was better

 

Oh what a nice picture! :wideeyed: