Guitar Picks and Paper Cartoons

Gerard and I had been dating for a few weeks. At the current moment we were at his house in the basement. His parents were out and Mikey made himself scarce. Gerard sitting on the couch watching a cartoon, or attempting to. I had pulled his pants down and was playing with his dick. I got down on my knees and positioned myself so that I could suck his cock. I began to and got a rhythm going.

"Relax your throat," Gerard said giving me pointers. "Pretend like your swallowing something." He kept repeating to me. I began to get the hang of it when Gerard's hands came to the back of my head and pushed it all the way forward. I pulled back as he relaxed and then I did the same movement. "Oh god!" he moaned as I allowed his hips to come forward. His hands came back to my head and pushed it down again. Another moan exceed his lips. I repeated the motion but this time his hands never left my head. His hips thrusted one more time and then his hands held my head forward as he cam in my mouth. He pulled his pants back up and kissed me as I returned to the couch. We heard a knock on the door.

"It's safe Mikey," Gerard retorted. The basement door opened and Mikey and Ray came downstairs.

"Please tell me you to didn't have sex on the couch?" Mikey asked, looking at us.

"No we did not," I said throwing a pillow at him. We watched some cartoons until Donna told me I had a phone call. I walked upstairs.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Hey, I tried your house phone and you're mom kept saying you were out," my dad said on the other line.

"Oh sorry I've been over at my friends house for a while. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you could come to New York tomorrow. I already talked to your mom about it. She says it's fine. I can pick you up."

"What's wrong?" I asked scared.

"Nothing, nothing at all," he said in a voice I had only heard once before in my life. He was lying to me and he never lied.

"Okay, what time?" I asked trying to keep my voice level.

"I'll pick you up at 3:30, that's when school is out right?" he asked.

"Yeah I'll be outta school. Should.. a… should I be worried?" I asked quietly.

"No everything is fine," he said once again in a voice foreign to me.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow," I said and hung up the phone. I bit my lip thinking about the situation. He was either dying or my mom was. Just not sure which. The only time he ever used that voice was when he had to tell me about Hannah. It was the voice he had when he was devastated and knew he was telling me something I didn't want to hear.

I must have been deep in thought because I never heard the footsteps as Gerard walked up behind me. His arms wrapping around me was the only thing that pulled me out of my daze. I turned in his arms and gave him a half smile.

"What's wrong?" he asked me.

"Nothing, I umm let's get outta here," I said bitting my lip. "If you know what I mean," I said discreetly sliding my hand in-between his legs.

"Already?" he said raising an eyebrow. I silently nodded. "Okay," he said quickly and released me from his grip. "Mom, I'm taking off for a while."

"Where are you going?" she asked turning the corner.

"Gonna drop Anya off and then stop by the library to get some books for my report," he lied.

"Okay, you two be careful," Donna said as we walked away. We got into the car and Gerard began to drive to a discrete location.

When we arrive I pulled my seatbelt off and climbed on top of him connecting our lips with urgency. I needed him now more than ever. His hands came to my sides pulling my shirt off and grasping me tight. I needed more, much more. I ripped his shirt off and slide myself into the backseat. He watched me for a moment and then followed. I quickly reconnected our lips, letting my hands touch his back followed by his chest. I still needed more. My hands came to his jeans. Beginning to unbuckle them, Gerard's hands stopped mine.

"What was the phone call?" he asked out of breath. I wasn't looking at his face. I couldn't look at his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied and continued with his buckle. Once again Gerard's hands came to mine. This time he sat up and held my hands. He found my eyes as I tried to look away.

"Who called?"

"It doesn't matter," I lied once again.

"Stop lying Anya, who called?" Gerard asked in a frustrated voice.

"My dad," I whispered. A confused expression came over Gerard's face.

"I thought you said your dad died when you were little?"

"He did, the guy on the phone was my old step-father. He just wants to meet up tomorrow, it's not a big deal. He does this sometimes," I said simply, trying to convince myself more so than Gerard.

"Tomorrow is Monday," Gerard stated.

"I know he's picking me up at 3:30 at the school." I removed my hands from Gerard's and looked out the window.

"So what did he do?" Gerard finally asked breaking the silence. I looked at him for a moment with confusion. "What did he do that is making you want to get this physical?"

"Nothing," I said quickly. "Gerard, I like you a lot, I just wanted to be close."

"You're still not telling me something." We watched each other for a moment.

"There are somethings… I just can't talk about. At lease not yet." He nodded indicating that he heard my response. I gaged him for a moment. He still looked irritated with my response. I gave him a half smile as I slide my shirt back on.

"What?" Gerard asked as he did the same.

"If I can't get you to make out… can we just cuddle?" I asked pushing my hair behind my ear. He gave a small chuckle and nodded. He pulled me toward him.

Notes

Happy New Year!

~Nailsntacks