I Think I Like It

I’d have liked to think that he was joking, at first, but in reality, I knew he probably wasn’t.
Gerard was one of those people that kept themselves up until 2am, drinking coffee and drawing, and then crashed at noon the next day. It was for this reason that I wasn’t at all surprised when I woke up to a text from him that’d been sent at 6am.

FROM: Gee.
(6:09am)
I think you need to come see me before school today. We need to talk.

My mind automatically ran to all the bad stuff I’d done in the last week, but I couldn’t find anything. Actually, seeing as I’d spent the last week sucking up to him so he’d say nice stuff to my Mom, I really couldn’t find anything he’d be mad about. Add to that the fact he’d said such nice things to my Mom about me, I thought we were fine.
Sure, there was that stupid little argument we’d had, but he said we were fine, right?

TO: Gee.
(7:39am)
Why, what’s up?

He didn’t reply straight away, which worried me. He had to get to school even earlier than I did, so he was definitely awake. As I got ready, I checked my phone constantly, my face falling each time he didn’t reply.
As it happened, when I checked my phone just after leaving the house, he’d replied a whole 7 minutes before and I’d missed it.

FROM: Gee.
(8:01am)
Be at my classroom in ten minutes.

I groaned, because shit, he knew that I left my house at 8, and he also knew that it took me 15 minutes to walk to school. Still, I wasn’t surprised in the least that he expected me to bend the space-time continuum for him. Who needs physics, right?

I ended up bursting into his classroom at just before quarter past 8, because apparently, time and space don’t bend to the will of Gerard Way. Who knew, right?
He looked utterly bored when he looked up and sighed.
“You’re almost five minutes late. Lock the door.”
“Sorry.” I breathed, and did as he asked. I walked over to his desk and leaned in for a kiss, but he just glared and shifted away. My heart slammed against my ribcage as I, once again, tried to work out what I’d done to make him so angry.
“That’s exactly what I want to talk about.” He said, rising from his desk.
“What?”
“You’re far too comfortable with me and honestly, it’s annoying.” He said bluntly. I felt all the air rush out of my lungs. Okay then.
“Oh.”
“What?”
“I wasn’t expecting that. Y’know…considering…” I mumbled, shuffling my feet on the floor. I was amazed at myself that I hadn’t started crying yet, because I felt like I could actually feel every cell in my body that was shriveling at his words. I barely heard his next words over the racing of my heart and the pounding in my head.
“That’s partly my fault. But you’re right, Frank. It might have been better if we’d just fucked the once, right? I mean, who really wants a relationship?” he said, flaring his nostrils. I groaned.
“Gee, I didn’t mean that.” I said. He rolled his eyes.
“Don’t call me that. And yes, you did. And I mean it too.”
“Gee, please.” I breathed. He slammed his hand on the desk.
“I fucking mean it, Frank. Stop calling me that. Shit.” He said, running a hand through his hair.
“So, what? You’re…what?” I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes, my lip trembling softly. He shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re leaving me?” I asked weakly. He smirked.
“I don’t think I can leave someone I wasn’t dating, can I?” he said softly. That one hurt. A lot. I pressed my lips together and looked away, feeling a tear slide out of my eye.
“Stop crying.” He said. It was blunt and cold, and it made it really fucking hard to not cry more. I tried to hide the little sobs, but it was proving impossible. He grabbed me and pushed me against his desk.
“Jesus, stop fucking crying.” He hissed, rolling his hips up into me as he claimed my lips in a rough kiss.
It was a long-shot, I knew, and it might leave me open to more teasing and cruelty, but at least I’d know for sure.
“End.” I breathed between kisses. I felt him freeze, and his mouth pull into a smile as he stepped away from me, eyeing me carefully, muttering something that sounded like “clever”.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently. I leaned against the desk and took a deep, shaky breath, smiling softly at him.
“Yeah. I mean, you scared me.” I chuckled weakly. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my head.
“Mm. Sorry.” He said gently. I could still feel his erection hard against my leg, but I ignored it for the time-being.
“Can I ask why?” I said weakly. He smiled and shrugged.
“I just wanted to make things…interesting. We’ve become a bit comfortable.”
“And you’re bored?”
“No! Jesus, no. I thought you might be, actually.” He said, blushing. I stroked his cheek.
“I couldn’t be bored of you. But don’t scare me like that, okay? It was…scary.” I said weakly. He nodded and rubbed my arms.
“Okay, noted. Sorry.” He laughed. I leaned back and smiled mischievously at him, my hand sliding to palm him through his pants. He whimpered and rolled his hips into my hand.
“Frankie, you don’t have to-“
“P-please Mr. Way. I want to.” I breathed, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He smirked and pushed me back against the desk.
“Go on then, slut.” He sneered, kissing me roughly again. I fought the urge to smile as I slid his zipper down, my hand grabbing his boxer-clad cock. He moaned brokenly, pushing himself up into my hand.
“God, I want you to fuck me so bad.” He moaned, burying his head in my shoulder, his hands hard on my hips.
“Yes, Sir.” I gasped. He chuckled lightly, pressing kisses to my neck that turned very quickly into him biting down hard, his tongue sliding across my soft skin.
“G-Mr. Way. Sir, please!” I gasped as he marked me, his teeth breaking the skin on my neck. I winced in pain, but a moan still slid out of my mouth.
“Fuck me, Frank. God, just fuck me.” He moaned, his hand pressing down on my own erection. I let out a small cry of pleasure and he smirked proudly.
“Y-you have a class in here soon, don’t you?” I gasped as he undid my jeans.
“No, I only have a lesson just before and just after lunch.” He said almost absent-mindedly, all of his focus on stripping me.
“That must be great.” I smiled. He laughed lightly, sliding my jeans off of my legs and pulling my boxers off with them, throwing them on the floor.
“I have a lesson though.” I protested as he pushed me up onto the desk.
“Honestly, Frank, I really don’t give a shit.” He snarled, pressing kisses to my thighs and hips.
“But-“
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll gag you.” He murmured, his teeth biting softly at my hipbones. I heard the bell for first lesson ring and moved to sit up.
“Sir, please.” I pleaded, thinking of how much trouble I’d get in. Though, if I was being completely honest, I just wanted to rile him up. He pushed me roughly back onto the wood, probably comforted by the fact I hadn’t used the safe word yet.
“Frank, I already told you to shut up, so do it.” He growled, sinking to his knees. My breath came hard and heavy as I gripped the table, feeling his mouth continue its downward journey.
It was then that the door handle shook, and I was relieved that I’d locked the door. Gerard was on his feet in seconds, pressing a hand to my mouth.
“Shh.” He murmured.
“Gerard? Can I have a word?” came a voice from outside. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, willing the person to fuck off.
“Are you in there?”
Gerard was silent, and soon we heard footsteps walking away from the door. Just to be sure, though, Gerard peeked around the poster that was blocking the window on his door and smiled at me like a child who’d just been caught drawing on the wall in permanent marker. I sat up and smiled back, my breathing heavy and labored, both from fear, and from whatever it was Gerard had been doing to me. He situated himself back between my legs, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled me in for a kiss, leaning forward slightly so I was forced backwards on the desk. One of his hands cradled the back of my neck, while the other was wrapped firmly around my hip.
“Fuck me, sweetheart. Need you so much.” He practically sobbed. I shot a worried look to the door.
“Isn’t it…risky?”
“Oh yeah.” He smirked, kissing me again. I let him push me down so I was practically lying flat on the table with him on top of me, one knee resting on the table by my hip.
“C’mon, you don’t want to disappoint me, do you? Because I don’t think that’d work well for your grades, Mr. Iero.” He purred darkly. Well fuck, he knows that I’ll do pretty much anything when he talks like that.
“Please, sir, I don’t want to.” I said, wriggling underneath him. I could almost see the dominance flaring up inside him as he held me down with an almost bruising force to the desk.
“You’ve already missed enough of your lesson, Frank, and I’m not letting you go until I’ve had you.”
“Well, technically, I’m fucking you.” I smirked. He raised his eyebrows and slid a finger into me, completely dry. I gasped in a mixture of pain and surprise at the intrusion.
“Not necessarily, Frankie.” He murmured, pushing his finger deeper inside me. Fuck, that hurt.
“S-sorry. I’m sorry, sir I’ll fuck you, I’m sorry!” I cried. He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled his finger out of me, bringing it to his lips and sucking gently. Fuck.
“No. I think I want to fuck you now.” He purred, sliding his fingers back into his mouth and sucking obscenely, his hips rolling into mine. I panted, feeling scared but God, so fucking excited.
“Hurry up and do it then.” I breathed, earning myself a sharp slap on the thigh.
He dragged his fingers out of his mouth and pushed them slowly into me. I raised my hips and felt my eyes roll back in my head. Yeah, fuck, that was good.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his genuine concern seeping into his voice. I shook my head.
“N-no.” I breathed. He kissed me deeply, his hand tightening on my hip as he fucked me on his fingers.
“Out of interest, what lesson am I stealing you from?” he smiled.
“S-science.”
“Well. What a shame.” He said, his eyes alight as he pushed his hand in all the way down to the knuckle. I gasped at how full I felt, and could barely wait for him to be inside me.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, please.” I whined. He let his head fall back and moaned, his breath heavy.
“God, you’re gonna kill me, Frank.” He moaned. Feeling impatient, I reached forward and pulled his boxers down as a hint that he should fuck me before I exploded. Literally.
He chuckled and kissed my forehead.
“Sorry, angel. I know how impatient you get when I’m gonna fuck you.” He murmured and I nodded, mewling softly, making his breath hitch. He leaned back and spat on his hand, using it to slick up his dick and rolling his eyes when I wrinkled my nose.
“Sorry, would you prefer if I did it dry?” he snapped. I chewed my lip and wiggled on the desk.”
“Sorry, Daddy. Please fuck me.” I said in my most innocent-sounding voice. He groaned and leaned forward again, one knee on the desk, his hands on either side of my head, and pushed in gently.
Despite our rushed prepping session, I was still painfully, almost disgustingly tight, and I found my hands gripping onto the desk for reasons other than pleasure.
“God, so tight. I’m hurting you, aren’t I?” he asked, pulling back. I locked my legs around his waist and shook my head.
“It’s because your dick’s so big.” I smiled, laughing.
“Sorry.” He chuckled, kissing my neck. I held my breath as he pushed in deeper, and only let it out when he was completely inside of me.
“You alright?” he breathed, kissing my cheek. I nodded.
“Mmhm. You realize if I fail science it’s your fault, right?” I sighed. He laughed.
“No, it’s because you’re shit at science.” He retorted. Well, I couldn’t really argue there, so I just smiled and reached up to pull him down for a kiss. His hips thrust forward habitually, and I moaned.
“More.” I rasped against his lips. He let out a sob and started moving. I sighed and entwined our fingers above my head as he fucked into me hard enough to shake the whole table.
“Are you sure we won’t, uh, break it?” I panted.
“I hope so. That’d be hilarious.” He chuckled, his laugh fading into a moan as he thrust roughly into me.
“It’s so – fuck – hard to for me to be quiet.” I moaned. He whimpered and nodded.
“Mm, I know, baby. I wanna hear you scream so badly. Make your voice hoarse from screaming.” He laughed. I just rolled my eyes and grabbed his tie, pulling myself up to kiss him.
“God, you’re so hot Frankie. So fucking sexy. Could fuck you all day, sweetheart.” He moaned.
“Do it then.” I laughed airily. He bit down on my collarbone and I whimpered.
“Tempted.” He growled, pounding into me harder. I couldn’t help the moans and cries of pure ecstasy that ripped from my chest as he slammed into me, his cock stretching me so much that I wondered if I’d even be able to walk after this. Probably not.
“God, Sir, please. Please, let me cum.” I whined. He smirked and kissed me.
“What’s the matter, Frankie. Can’t do it untouched?” he breathed.
“I-I can. But I want you to touch me. God, Gee, just touch me.” I begged. He curled his fingers around me and stroked me softly, his hips still pounding into me roughly.
“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me, so I smell like you all day. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Sitting in class with me covered in your cum? I bet you’d fucking love that.” He smirked.
“I-I shouldn’t. It’ll be obvious.” I moaned.
“No it won’t. I’m a slut, remember?” he teased. I bit my lip and rocked my hips down onto him.
“Won’t it be – unf – uncomfortable?”
“Like hell it will. C’mon baby, cum for me. Cum all over me.” He growled, and his voice was so deep and fucking husky that I couldn’t not cum. My back arched as my cock throbbed in his hand, sending waves of pure, overwhelming pleasure through me. Unfortunately, I had my eyes squeezed shut when I came, so I didn’t see the way my cum shot onto his face, but I certainly did when I opened my eyes. I gasped and moaned simultaneously at the sight of him with my cum caught in his hair and dripping off his lips, running down his neck.
“G-God.” I moaned as he pressed into me one last time, biting down on my shoulder as he finished inside me. He collapsed onto me, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. We still had 15 minutes or so of the lesson to kill, so I let him lay there for a minute, just kissing his neck.
“I fucking stink.” He groaned, and I laughed.
“You definitely do. Everyone’s gonna be able to smell that.” I said, wrinkling my nose. He sighed and stood up, gesturing awkwardly to his shirt, which had very obvious stains on it.
“I didn’t think this through at all.” He mumbled, grabbing a tissue from his drawer and wiping his face.
Even after both of us wiping his hair, neck and face clean, it was still very obvious (to anyone with a nose) what had happened. I beamed proudly. He sighed and helped me slide my jeans and boxers back on, and pulling me into a lazy kiss when they were about halfway up my thighs. His hand cupped my cheek, his other hand on my waist, and god, they were so warm. I could just let him hold me forever.
Except, you know, for the whole ‘other lessons’ thing. I pulled away and sighed, pulling my jeans up the rest of the way.
“I should get going. Can you send an email to my Science teacher and say that I was with you?” I asked.
“To whom it may concern, sorry Frank wasn’t in his lesson, I was fucking his tight little ass against my desk.” He said. I giggled and kissed him.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” I smiled. The bell rang and I groaned, capturing his mouth again.
“Y’know I really didn’t mean it when I said I just wanted a fuck, right? Like, I do want to be with you.” I said. He rolled his eyes and kissed me, pushing me towards the door.
“Yes, I know. Get out of here.”
“I’ll see you after lunch.” I said suggestively. He groaned and stomped back to his desk, much to my amusement.

The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully, though I don’t know how ‘uneventful’ it is to have to stagger to your class with an aching ass and shaking legs. Nor is it uneventful for your neck to start bleeding during art class. But hey, at least I wasn’t Gerard who, hilariously, kept sending me updates about how much he “fucking stank of it” and was “going to fucking murder me”. I didn’t remind him that this whole thing was his idea, of course.
I sat down at lunch feeling like I’d actually accomplished something tremendous just from making it through the day. Only a little while longer until I got to sit through what might be the most entertaining lesson I’d ever had. And that was definitely saying something.
Chris smiled when I sat down.
“I was going to ask where you were this morning, but looking at your neck and the uh, limp, I’m pretty sure I can guess.” He chuckled. I blushed.
“Nothin’ happened.” I mumbled, even though I knew he already knew.
“Yeah, okay. You look way too pleased with yourself to not have had sex.” He said, nudging me. I couldn’t help but smile.Joe joined us soon after, so we changed the subject.
“So, there’s a party at Anna’s next weekend. Are you two game?” he asked, smiling brightly. I groaned.
“Joe, it’s Friday and you’re asking me about a party next Saturday night?”
“Ah it’s Friday night.” He said, blushing. I chuckled.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there. Chris?”
“If you guys are game, I’m definitely game.” He smiled.
“Are there gonna be enough girls for both of you?” I teased.
“Hell yeah. No gay dudes, I don’t think. Sorry bro.” he sighed. I laughed.
“No problem.” I chuckled. I leaned back in my seat, looking around casually for Gerard, only vaguely surprised when he wasn’t there.
I still wasn’t surprised when he texted me.
In fact, I only became surprised when I actually read the text.

FROM: Gee.
(1:34pm)
Still smell like you and it’s making me hard. Meet me in staff toilets. Now.

My heart raced in my chest, my teeth catching on my lip as my cock twitched in my jeans, apparently ready for round two even before I’d recovered from round one.
I looked at Chris and Joe who were rapidly talking about the party. They probably wouldn’t notice if I left, right?
Wrong. Of course. I tried to make it casual as I rose to my feet, but Joe stopped me, a confused look on his face.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Bathroom.” I said, smiling. Chris raised his eyebrows at me, and I just ignored him. After all, I had an appointment to keep.

I saw him leaning against the wall, trying to look nonchalant, but failing miserably. Especially when he looked up and saw me coming, and could barely control the look of pure lust that contorted his features.
“What took you so long?” he hissed, grabbing the front of my shirt and dragging me into the bathroom, pushing me quickly into a stall and locking it behind him.
“S-sorry, I was trying to be subtle.” I gasped as he pushed me against the wall. He kissed my neck, rolling his cock into my thigh.
“Fuck subtle.” He murmured, biting into my skin, just below the bitemarks he’d made earlier.
“D-don’t. I was bleeding earlier.” I whispered. He growled, but kissed the place softly.
“I see your other marks are fading nicely.” He hissed, referring to the ones left by Cameron. I raised an eyebrow.
“I could say the same for you.” I retorted. He actually stopped to laugh, kissing me softly.
“Am I being too rough?”
“No. We should make this quick, though.” I whispered. He moaned in agreement and pressed me up against the wall again, his hands fumbling as he tried to undo my jeans.
“This was easier this morning.” He laughed.
“I’m gonna fuck you.” I said bluntly. His breath hitched.
“Yeah, I know. Got myself all ready for you.” He smiled, biting his lip.
“When did you even – here let me help – do that?” I said, helping him wiggle my jeans down.
“After you left. I had a feeling we’d be doing this again.” He said, his eyes dark. I moaned and held his head in my hands, pushing him roughly against the other wall, both of us now scrabbling to slid his pants off.
“Did you have to wear tight pants today, Gerard, really?” I laughed.
“They make my dick look good.” He said, defensively. I kissed him softly.
“They do.” I agreed, finally sliding them down his legs. We just stared at each other for a moment, caught in the pure, raw, animal passion of what we wanted. My legs were still slick from his cum earlier, and his shirt was still stained from mine, yet here we were, ready to fuck each other again. That wasn’t surprising, though. I’d fuck him until he was a writhing, bloody mess on the floor if I could. I’d literally fuck him to death. In a sudden burst of dominance, I lunged at him, pinning him against the wall again. He whimpered weakly and I swallowed the noise.
“Wrap your legs around me.” I murmured into his mouth.
“You won’t be able to hold me.” He said softly.
“Yes I will. Just do it.” I said. Reluctantly, he did, and I pressed him even more firmly against the wall to make sure he didn’t slip.
“See, princess? I got you. Not gonna let you fall, okay?” I said, pressing my lips to his mouth. The nickname came easily out of my lips, and he seemed vaguely happy that I’d used it. He nodded slowly, and I reached between us to line myself up at his entrance, feeling slightly upset that we didn’t have more time to prepare.
“Ready, honey?”
“Yeah, Frankie, please. I want it so bad.” He moaned. I held one hip tightly, the other still wrapped around his waist, as I slid up into him, impressed with how much he’d prepared himself for me. We both gasped simultaneously when I filled him.
“What if someone comes in?” I whispered, smiling as he began to rock his hips down into me. So damn impatient.
“They won’t. Even if they do, just try and be quiet. It’s not like we’re the first people to fuck here.” He chuckled. I thrust up into him and he moaned, his head falling back and hitting the wall softly.
“Frank, fuck, just fucking destroy me, okay? I don’t wanna be able to walk when you’re done.” He pleaded desperately – and who was I to deny him that? I gripped his thighs roughly and pounded into him as fast and hard as I could muster, given the awkward position. It was slightly lazier than earlier, because of the aforementioned awkward position and the fact that we were both exhausted, but fuck, I didn’t care. I bit his neck possessively, and he pushed me away slightly.
“Let’s not make this any more obvious, shall we?” he smirked. Ridiculous. He was still teasing me even while my dick was in his ass. I slammed him against the wall, just to prove a point, and he whimpered submissively, letting my tongue slide into his mouth.
“G-Gee. Gerard. Please, can I cum now? I really fuckin’- I’m so sensitive.” I gasped, trying to hold it off, but he was so tight and warm around me, and his little pants and moans were absolutely delicious.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Yeah.” He breathed, his voice sounding exhausted and fucked out as he leaned lazily against the wall. I smirked, knowing I was the one who’d exhausted him, and felt my nails dig into his thighs as I, for the second time in just a few hours, came hard inside him. I stumbled back from the wall, letting him unwrap his legs and lean against the wall, panting.
“F-Frankie…” he breathed, but before he could say another word, I’d fallen to my knees in front of him, kissing his hips softly.
“Gonna make you cum again, baby.” I murmured, looking up at him from under my eyelashes. He moaned and fell against the cubicle wall.
“Gnn-yes. Baby, yes, fuck. Please.” He moaned, his voice still tired, but desperate. I didn’t bother with any niceties, I just wrapped my lips tightly around him and swallowed as much of him as I could.
“Careful, sweetheart. Don’t choke.” He murmured, stroking my cheek. I pulled back, staring up at him innocently. I could feel how swollen my lips were, and I knew it’d drive him crazy.
I was right. He rubbed his hard cock around my lips and cheek, smearing precum and saliva across my face.
“God, so beautiful like that. Fuck, just make me cum, okay?” he breathed, leaning back against the wall. I was only too happy to oblige, taking him back into my mouth and relaxing my jaw as he tangled his hand in my hair and fucked roughly into my throat.
“You’re not gonna be able to speak for days, baby. Gonna make your voice all fucked out and sexy.” He breathed, his mouth pulling into a strained smile as he rode my face, his hips snapping back and forth rapidly, until he came, his cock throbbing, into my mouth. I fell away from him, sprawled out on the floor, and looked up at him. He was leaning against the wall, but he was smiling softly.
“I love you.” He sighed, sliding to the floor. I crawled over to him and let him wrap me in his arms.
“Mmhm, you too.” I sighed.

I could have fallen asleep right there, but it was important that I went back to my friends. Even though we’d been fairly quick, we’d still taken at least 15 minutes, which was a long time for someone to piss.
I felt like I was high as I walked back to our table, pretty much collapsing onto the chair.
“Dude, you took years, what the fuck?” Joe asked.
“I fainted.” I lied. It was an awful lie, I knew, but it was something to work with. Joe shrugged, always so trusting. Maybe at another time, when my brain wasn’t filled with a lusty haze, I might have actually felt bad.
“You okay now?”
“Yeah, totally.” I smiled. Chris chuckled a little under his breath.
“Yeah, I bet you are.” He smiled. Shut up, Chris.

I tried not to look at him. I really, really tried. I managed to walk to my desk, sit down, open my book and get my pen out without looking at him. I think I could have gone the whole lesson avoiding him, except that when he spoke, his voice was raw and fucked-out, and I couldn’t not look.
And god, did he look gorgeous. He’d obviously attempted to fix his hair, but it was still messy as hell. The bruises on his neck were just about showing, and his clothes were completely messed up. Not only that, but the stains from this morning were, to my amusement, shockingly obvious. His eyes had a vague haziness to them, and the stumbled slightly when he walked. Jesus, I could only imagine how bad I looked.
“So, guys. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m actually sick, as you can probably tell.” He laughed. Yeah, no, nobody believed that for even a second. I noticed Cameron shifting uncomfortably out of the corner of my eye, and almost felt guilty. Almost.
“So I was just going to get you guys to read and make notes. Ah, again. Sorry.” He laughed when the class groaned. He flicked his eyes over to me and grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him. I swear, if there was anything more attractive than Gerard after sex, it was Gerard after sex, pretending he hadn’t just had sex, and failing miserably. His hands fluttered urgently around his hair, trying to make it look like it hadn’t been grasped by my fist less than an hour ago, and wiped desperately (though not necessarily discreetly) at the stains on his shirt to try and get rid of some of the heavy, musky smell that was coming off of him – the smell of sex, of course. He even opened a window to try and make the room less heavy.
Of course, if everyone hadn’t been so distracted by how utterly fucked he looked, they might have noticed the wet patch in the front of my jeans, or the lovebites littering my neck, and actually managed to make the connection. They didn’t, though – they never do.

Notes

This happened accidentally. I accidentally wrote like 10 pages of smut.