Kill This Venom From My Heart

The next few days pass without incident, the guys agreeing to hold off our band meeting until Gerard goes home and on Gerard's last night we climb into bed after I take him out for dinner at a small obscure diner and we hold each other until Gerard leans up to kiss me and we let our bodies take over, both of us upset that he's leaving but we push it aside and give in to what we want, our hands wandering each other's bodies as our clothing comes off and Gerard settles between my legs, lining himself up once I've been stretched and as he slides his way inside me I clench my hands in the back of his hair, pulling him down to seal my lips to his and he swallows down the low whines and needy moans I'm letting out. We move together, our bodies pressed as tight together as we can get them until Gerard tenses up and cums inside me before he pulls out and leans down to suck my dick into his mouth, his tongue working me for a few seconds before I buck up and cum down his throat. We spend the whole night like that, naked and pressed together as we share soft kisses and our hands constantly wander each other's bodies while movies play low in the background. We end up having sex four times, taking it in turns to top and by the time the sun starts to come up we are exhausted, our lips swollen and red and our bodies tired and spent. We are laying side by side in bed, the first rays of sunshine of the day filtering through the cracks in the blinds and they light up Gerard's face just right, making him look like he's glowing. "You're so beautiful baby" I whisper softly as my hand comes up to gently stroke down his cheek and he smiles and says "Not as beautiful as you." I slide my hand down to wrap around his waist, pulling him tight against me as I lean forward to bury my face in his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent, his skin smelling of sweat and sex and cigarettes and I never want to pull away from him ever again. A few minutes later Gerard shifts and I reluctantly pull back from him and he leans in to press a soft kiss to my lips before climbing off the bed and I whine in protest but he turns back with a little chuckle and says "I'll be right back, don't worry." He leaves the room still naked and a minute later I hear the toilet flush, followed by the tap turning on and I sit up against the headboard and grab a cigarette, lighting it up and just as I exhale the first lungful of smoke Gerard comes back into the room and climbs back into bed with me, cuddling into my side and stealing my cigarette.

We finish my cigarette together and as I reach over to stub it out in the ashtray on my bedside table I say "Are you tired babe?" Realising he has a long flight and we stayed up all night. "Yeah but I don't wanna miss out on time with you." I glance over at the clock and see it's only 4.40 and his flight doesn't leave until 3 in the afternoon so I lay back down, pulling Gerard to lay with me and I wrap my arms around him as I say "We have time for a short nap." Gerard opens his mouth to protest but I kiss him, cutting him off before saying "Atleast an hour babe, you don't wanna be all tired for your flight." He sighs and nods, snuggling closer to me and I reach out and grab my phone, setting an alarm for two hours time before settling back down, Gerard wrapped in my arms with his face buried in my neck as we fall asleep together. The next time I wake up Gerard is no longer in bed with me and when I sit up he's in the corner packing all his stuff back in his bag. "Hey" I groan out, catching his attention and he turns to smile at me. "Hey you" he says back as he puts his handful of clothing back in his bag before coming back over to me and we share a soft kiss before he pulls away and I climb out of bed. Once I pull on sweatpants I take Gerard's hand and lead him downstairs, Gerard settling on a stool at my kitchen bench while I start the coffee. "Babe have you seen my sketch book? I swear I left it here yesterday afternoon" he asks and when I turn around he's standing and looking through the small pile of paperwork and mail on the end of the bench. "No I haven't babe, it's here somewhere though, we'll find it." He nods and while the coffee is working I go into the living room while he goes into the dining room and I find his sketchbook open on the coffee table, a sketch of me that I haven't seen before on the page it's open to. I pick up the book and carry it back into the kitchen and I say "I really like this latest sketch babe, you left it in the living room." Gerard turns to take the book from me and when he sees the sketch I'm talking about he frowns and says "This isn't what I was working on and I swear I never had this in the living room." I frown slightly, confused but I don't really think anything of it as I cross the room to pour our coffee. After we drink I get up and tidy up the bench, throwing some rubbish in the bin which is full so I take the bag out and tie it off, telling Gerard I'll be right back as I head for the back door with the bag, taking it out to the trash but as I reach out to unlock the back door it's already unlocked. When I come back in I shake my head and say "I swear I locked that door last night" and Gerard just shrugs, unsure of what to say.

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