“I’ll go get some!” I called out, more drunkenly than I had wanted, as I got up and headed towards the kitchen.

Truth or dare had long since ended and we had managed to make quite a dent in the alcohol stores Gerard and Mikey had provided for the night. At this point people had settled down into their drunkenness and were battling it out over video games, a staple of any of the boys gatherings it seemed. I was up and on my way to hunt down pies to bring out to the living room for people to eat when they got the chance. I was giddy drunk, maybe even a bit more than that as I stood in the kitchen and looked for paper plates to bring out with the left over pies. I caught myself humming as I bent down to bring out goodies from the fridge and smiled. I couldn't tell you what I was humming but it didn't matter, I was the happiest at this point than I had been in a very long time. I couldn't remember ever humming growing up, I don’t think I had ever been carefree enough to ever try. But here I was, standing in the Way kitchen humming as I dug out more Christmas Eve pies to bring to a gaggle of drunk friends playing video games a few rooms over as a blizzard raged outside. Happy indeed!

“When we were young we used to say that you only hear the music when your heart begins to break,” a soft voice sang from somewhere behind me in the kitchen.

I stood to find the familiar voice.

“What is that from?” I asked softly as I closed the fridge and placed the pies beside me on the counter.

“Nothing yet, just something that has been kicking around in one of my lyric journals. Probably won’t ever make it into a song but whatever,” Gerard answered softly, his emotions ghosting across his face in the dim light from the hallway.

“Has anyone ever told you that you write the most powerful things?” I offered softly. His words were so powerful, so rife with emotion and meaning and I had the nagging feeling that he never really thought people liked them. I think he needed more people to tell him how amazing they were, how amazing he was, before it was too late. He always seemed to be teetering on the edge, of what I couldn't say but I could feel it. It struck me in the chest every time he opened his mouth and his words came out.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re standing under the mistletoe?” Gerard offered cheekily but just this side of quiet. Quiet enough that I figured he wasn't kidding but I had to look up regardless. And low and behold, up above my head dangled mistletoe.

“When did that get here?” I asked, head still tilted up staring at it.

“It’s been up there this entire time. But as tradition states,” Gerard trailed off.

I brought my drunken wavering gaze down and found myself focusing on his eyes, those gold and green flecks seemed ever so festive all of a sudden.

“Well if you must,” I replied with a grin as I tapped my forehead, showing him where he could kiss me.

Closing my eyes I felt as Gerard closed the space between the two of us, his hands clasping my shoulders as he leaned and placed his lips to my forehead. I breathed in deeply against his chest, he smelled so wonderful; of good solid soap, cigarettes, whiskey, coffee and cold air. I stood there with my eyes closed and kept breathing him in like I was drowning and realized he was still kissing my forehead, his grip on my shoulders maybe a little tighter than before. Had he stepped so close to me at the beginning of the kiss? His lips felt ever so soft against the warm skin of my forehead and I could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest. It was an intoxicating combination and in my already intoxicated state my senses went on over drive. I caught myself breathing heavier than I had been before when he finally took his lips off of my forehead and took a step back, his hands still gripping my shoulders.

As I opened my eyes and adjusted them on his face I saw his chest moving rapidly like my own. Dragging my eyes up off his chest I looked him dead in the eyes, his glorious deep dark eyes seemed brighter as if a light had been turned on behind their glassy exteriors. I watched his gloriously lit eyes leave mine to settle somewhere lower on my face before coming back to meet my own again. I watched as his tongue darted out ever so slowly to trace along the soft contours of his pale lips. Was he nervous? It wasn't until I felt him place one of his hands on my face and trace my bottom lip that I realized my mouth was open and I was only just this side of panting. And then, ever so slowly I watched him lean in, inch by slow painful inch. When his lips brushed delicately against my own I caught myself closing my eyes and just enjoying the feeling.

It seemed like an eternity that we stood there with our lips barely touching in the softest of feather light kisses. Finally I realized that I wasn't kissing him back and instead of moving away I found myself kissing him back, leaning ever so slightly into it. Apparently that had been what he had been waiting for because the kiss suddenly became more intense. Both of Gerard’s hands found their way up onto my face as if he wanted to pull me even farther into his kiss, or like he was trying to hold onto something as he fell. Whatever it was I didn't care, all I cared about was the fact that he was kissing me and that he tasted and felt as good as he smelled. I brought my own hands up into his dark hair and entwined my fingers in his locks, a part of my brain reveling in the silken feel of them between my fingers. I could feel his teeth pressed hard behind his lips and mine and when he ran his tongue across my bottom lip as if asking for entrance I immediately obliged if only to run my tongue across them.

I grunted when my back hit the counter behind me, my body was melded so tightly with Gerard’s that I hadn't noticed when he had moved us as one a few steps back. It felt like every fiber of my being was molded with his, entwined as our bodies pressed against the counter.

“God I want you,” Gerard whispered harshly against my bruising lips before slamming me harder against the counter.

“Oh god,” I murmured before his lips crushed mine passed the point of being able to respond. So instead I wrapped my fingers tighter in his hair, reveling in the feel of his body inseparable from mine.

“Oh my. . .”

I heard the words uttered so softly and so abruptly and I felt myself all of a sudden on my own. Opening my eyes I saw Gerard standing feet away from with a look of total and utter shock across his even whiter than normal face. His eyes are what snapped me out of it all and brought me back down to earth. His glorious eyes that even on a normal basis shown with a certain color and only just recently had been back lit with a fire I hadn't ever seen before all of a sudden seemed dead and colorless. Slowly I turned to face where I had heard the words uttered from. There standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking just as shocked as I felt was K.C. with eyes as big as saucers. I opened my mouth to start speaking, words trying to spill out all at once and my brain barely registered the fact that Gerard was doing the exact same thing.

“Uhp!” K.C. abruptly cut us off with a sound and flick of a raised hand. I felt myself stopping mid sputter to look at the tiny little girl with blue tipped hair. I watched in stunned silence as K.C. over dramatically mimed zipping her mouth closed, locking a lock at the very end and then throwing the invisible key over her shoulder without even a look as to where it would have gone. And then with giant overly exaggerated horrible wink our direction K.C. turned on her heel and skipped back out the way she came, whatever she had come in to get apparently forgotten.

“Gerard, I. . .”

“I, I’m gonna go back to the ah, to the party,” Gerard spoke over me before casting an awkward glance my direction.

All of a sudden left alone in the kitchen I realized I didn't have a clue as to what had just happened or what I had come in here to do. All I knew was that all of a sudden I was hornier than hell and feeling completely and utterly lost. Old mission forgotten I walked out of the kitchen on a new one.

“Hey where’s the pie?” a chorus of voices called out when I made my way into the living room where everyone seemed to still be ensconced in what they had been doing before I had left.

“It’s in the kitchen!” I answered abruptly before reaching down and grabbing a hold of the front of Mikey’s shirt and hauling him to his feet.

“How about we find that room now,” I growled at a very stunned looking Mikey whose eyes went from the size of saucers to slits barely big enough to see his eyes through.

“I think I can oblige you in that,” Mikey growled just enough to make my nerves that were already on fire jump about a mile. Without any other words I allowed Mikey to grab a hold of me and pull me off towards where I assumed his bedroom lay.


-xXx-


By the time Mikey had finally passed out I found myself still wide awake lying beside him. The cold air drafting through his room was rapidly cooling the sweat that had slicked my body. If Mikey was good for anything it was definitely relieving stress and uncoiling my tensed muscles. I lay there still naked beside him, barely covered by the tangled sheets that had not so long ago hindered whatever it was we had been doing. I sat there and listened to him breathe deeply and evenly beside me, turning I watched his chest rise and fall softly. There really wasn't much to him when it all came down to it, not a spare ounce on his body. Softly I took a hand out and traced my fingers along his sharp lines, tracing the curves along his sides and across his stomach and down his hip bones. When he started to stir I took my hands away and scooted just far enough towards the edge of the bed that I didn't get entangled back into his grasp when his arm went searching for me. Sighing I got up of the bed and went searching for my sleeping clothes. Shrugging into my care worn sweats and underwear I searched by touch for my tank to before trudging out into the rest of the house. I didn't know what I was looking for or why I was up and about but I figured I’d walk around the house until I found it.

Once I made it closer to the living room I heard the fire still going and was confused as to why someone had let it keep going when everyone seemed to be either gone or asleep. Interest peeked I made my way towards the living room and crackling fire. As I rounded the doorway I saw a huddled shape on the couch, bundled up to the ears in a blanket staring off into the fire. I took a few steps closer and stopped when I recognized the top of the head sitting on the couch. Taking a deep breath I continued around the front of couch.

“Hey, care if I join you?” I asked as I came to face Gerard.

I waited for a response and when he opened up his blanket cocoon I took that as a yes. Slowly crawling onto the couch I snuggled in close enough that the blanket could cover me completely. I just sat there sitting beside him and stared into the fire with him. I don’t know how long we just sat there but we did.

“Want some? It’s hot cocoa with a little hair of the dog,” Gerard finally asked, breaking our silence.

Looking over I saw Gerard holding a giant thermos out towards me, taking my cue I took the thing from him and unscrewed the cap before tilting back the thermos and taking a sip.

“Holy hell Gerard,” I coughed as the whiskey in the hot cocoa burned its way down my throat.

“I tried to warn you,” Gerard offered shakily with half a smile.

I sat there with the thermos between my legs, refilling Gerard’s cup when he offered it and taking sips every now and again for about fifteen minutes before I decided to talk again.

“Gerard, about earlier,” I started to say but stopped when I saw him hang his head.

“Just don’t Jay bird okay? For right now just don’t,” Gerard whispered, not meeting my eyes until his second request.

Nodding my head I decided his approach was the best, at least for now.

“What are we going to do with each other?” I joked haphazardly as I took a huge gulp from the thermos.

“Who the hell knows Jay bird, who the hell knows,” Gerard offered before opening his arm up under the blanket so I could close the distance between us and cuddle closer. This was how we were supposed to be. This is how best friends were supposed to act. I just had to try and forget about the kitchen. And then, maybe then things could get back to normal.

Notes

Awwwwwwwwwkward!!!
But I hope it was worth it!!!

I now must take a break and write an update for my other story on another site.
Enjoy these and know more are on their way!