I Hope You Sing Along And You're Still Alive

I muffled a moan and nodded my head. Gerard grinned and grabbed my hand, all but running towards my room.
I heard the soundtrack to The Nightmare Before Christmas being blared from my mum’s room.
“Hmm, that’s good.” Gerard said right into my ear before he bit down on it softly.
He opened my door and pulled me in, locking the door before kissing me. He sucked on my bottom lip, making me open my mouth from reflex. His tongue slipped into my mouth, rubbing against mine as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.
He pressed me up against the wall, his hands running softly over my back and tangling into my hair.
His mouth moved to my neck, biting down on one spot before kissing where he bit.
“God, Frank.” Gerard moaned quietly as I slipped my hand under his shirt and dragged my short nails into his skin.
One of his hands went down to the curve of my butt, his fingers swirling over the pocket of my jeans. I moaned directly into his mouth as his slid his hands over my thigh, making him smirk against my lips.
“Bed.” I mumbled into the corner of his mouth, grinning as he put his arms under my legs and walked to the bed with me in his arms.
He put me down and laid over me, kissing me softly, making me feel things deep in my stomach and making the world stand still around us. It was passionate and intimate and it meant something, We had kissed a lot since last night, and one time when I was 14 and complaining about not having been kissed yet and Gerard kissed me to shut me up, but none of that even compared to this one. His hand was tracing my collarbone, adding to the sensation of how perfect this kiss was. His lips were soft, as were his hands. It was such a nice contrast of how rough my hands were. They were the hands of a guitarist, rough and calloused, though thin and nimble.
Gerard always said that he loved my hands, loved the way my fingers moved over the fret boards, and loved how easily they picked certain strings.
Even though all of this was going through my mind, some distant part of me observed how much of me was present making out with Gerard. One of my hands was on his back, pressing him further down onto me while the other tangled in his hair, moving to his waist and flipping him over.
He bucked his hips up, making me growl as I pinned his hands over his head.
“Stuff like that will get you punished.” I said, quoting him.

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