Sing Me To Sleep

Before I even knew what I was doing gerard tongue was down my throat and I wasn't wearing a shirt. I started pulling at his clothes, i managed to pull off his belt and unbutton his right skinny jeans. Which, by the way, gave him a nice ass. He pulled are lips apart and kissed down my chest and stomach, I felt his fingers pulling off my jeans and i couldn't help but smlle and bite my lip. He looked up at me and smiled. I heard the front door open and lynz was yelling for gerard to help with the groceries. My jaw dropped and i pulled my pants back up and pulled my shirt on. I watched gerard as he did the same thing.
fuck.
He opened the door and walked to the kitchen and helped lynz. I walked back to the guest room and decided that jacking off was the best option.
The night dragged on and i still didn't sleep. I watched the sun rise though. That was nice. But i was really tired. not sleeping gave me more chances to think about gerard and draw and write. Sometimes I would read a book from Gerard's office, he really liked Stephen King. But doing all of these things kind of sucked when you could hear gerard fucking his wife two rooms over. I wish they weren't so loud.
i wish lynz didn't exist.
I wish I was in Gerard's room. In his bed.
I wish I could just fucking sleep.

Notes

Look, I know it's shitty and short.
But gosh, I can't sleep,

ARxoxo