I Hope You Sing Along And You're Still Alive

Gerard threw me off of his lap looking terrified.
“Mum, it’s um-“
“Not what it looks like? It looks like my son was kissing his best friend, who I have considered my son for five years!” She shrieked, looking more confused than angry.
“Gerard, could you please leave us alone for a few minutes? Why don’t you go to Frank’s room or something?” She said after a minute, rubbing her temple with her fingers.
Gerard nodded and ran out of the room looking relived.
“Sweetheart, I’m fine with the fact that you’re gay. I assumed you were when you asked if you could borrow my eyeliner when you were twelve. But I’d rather you have told me instead of me walking in on you two making out.” She leaned forward and hugged me.
“I’m sorry.” I said, feeling tears spring to my eyes. I don’t want to disappoint her. I never want to disappoint her.
“No, no, its fine, I promise. I still love you just as much, and I think Gerard is a great guy. I’ll always be happy if you’re happy.” Her voice was quiet and kind, it was the voice she used when I was sick or when she talked to small children.
“Why don’t I call Gerard so I can tell him I’m not mad, okay?” She tipped my chin up with her finger and smiled when I nodded.
After she promised Gerard that she wasn’t mad, he hugged her tightly and whispered things I couldn’t hear into her ear. Whatever he said made her smile widely.
“Okay, I’m going to go get dressed and start decorating. Can I leave you alone this time?” She asked, laughing at the expression Gerard’s face took on.
“Yes, mum!” I said.
“Okay, okay!” She said, leaving the room humming.
Gerard’s hands found their way around my waist, just as his lips found my neck.
“So she’s okay with it.” He mumbled into my neck, making me shiver.
“Yeah.” I threw my head back as he dragged his teeth across my neck.
“So we should go to your bedroom.” Gerard whispered into my ear, his voice low.

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(Filler!!)
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