I Think I Like It

“Fridays are my favourites.” I sighed, leaning on Gerard’s desk. He chuckled and kissed me as he moved around to the front of the desk, sorting papers out.
“That’s because you know you’re gonna get me later.” He smirked.
“Maybe.” I smiled, leaning back a bit. He groaned.
“Baby, you’re messing up all my work.”
“Sorry.” I chuckled. He pulled me down for another kiss.
“You should be. You know the class is gonna walk in like, five minutes, right?” he laughed.
“Yeah, so?” I said, reaching for my coffee cup and taking a long sip, closing my eyes as the warmth ran through me. Gerard made grabby hands at the cup, and I pulled it out of his reach.
“Nuh-uh, baby. You already had yours.” I said, eyeing the Starbucks cups in the garbage.
Yeah, I said cups. He’d already had two, and the bastard was still reaching for mine.
“But Frankie, it’s not even 9am yet. I deserve it for being alive.” He grumbled, reaching for my cup again. I pulled it away, dancing back from him.
“No.” I said, a grin on my face. He raised an eyebrow and ran towards me, his hand reaching for my cup.
“You can’t have it!” I cried, pulling it close to my chest and hunching over it protectively.
“Yes I can!” he argued, leaping onto me.
The thing you have to realize about having Gerard Way on top of you is that, if it’s during sex or cuddling, it’s awesome. If the fucker just randomly jumps on your back, however, you will fall onto the floor, he will land on you, and you will spill your coffee literally everywhere.
“Shit, sorry!” he giggled, rising to his feet. I groaned and pulled my coffee-covered hoodie away from me.
“Gerard!” I groaned, accepting the hand he offered. He pulled me into a soft kiss.
“Sorry, baby. I’ll buy you another one.” He said. I shrugged.
“I don’t want another one.” I pouted, turning away from him to hide my smile. He circled his arms around my waist and kissed me on the neck.
“Aw, baby, don’t be mad.”
“I’m soaking wet!” I cried. He licked a stripe up my neck and I whimpered.
“You taste good.” He giggled. I turned around in his arms, raising my eyebrows.
“Do I not normally?” I asked with a smirk. He kissed me and shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess so.” He chuckled. I took a step back and pulled my hoodie off. He raised his eyebrows suggestively and I laughed.
“No, idiot, I’m wet, remember?” I said. He bit his lip and laughed.
“Yeah. Want help?” he asked, gesturing to the hoodie that was desperately clinging to my arms. I groaned and nodded, and he laughed, clearly amused.
“I’m glad you find this so funny.” I snapped. He just laughed in response and helped pull the wet garment off of my arms. He pulled it up, and my shirt got caught with it.
“Gee!” I squealed, and he laughed.
Of course, it was while I was pressed against the desk with Gerard Way fumbling to put my shirt back on that someone decided to walk in.
The good news? It was Chris.
The bad news? It was Chris. He groaned and covered his eyes.
“Guys! At least lock the door!” he cried. Gerard helped pull my shirt back down, and I scurried to my seat, blushing.
“He um. He spilled his drink.” Gerard laughed.
“Right.” Chris said.
“I did!” I cried. Chris held his hands up.
“Whatever, guys.” He smiled. Gerard and I shared a look of despair as he dropped the empty cup in the garbage can, and got down on his hands and knees to clean up the mess on the floor.
And come on, I couldn’t not stare at his ass.
“Oh my God, Frank. Stop it.” Chris groaned. Gerard looked over his shoulder at me and blushed.
“Frankie, please.” He said weakly, clearly embarrassed. I shrugged.
“Hey, it’s there. Free country, right?” I laughed, just as the door opened and a group of girls walked in. Their eyes, of course, went straight to Gerard’s ass, and they started giggling. He jumped to his feet, blushing dark red.
“Good morning, girls.” He murmured, walking back to his desk and hitting me with the wet towel as he walked past.
“What was that for?” I cried. He smirked.
“Because you’re an annoying little brat.”
“At least I’m not a bitter old man.” I murmured. He glared at me, but I noticed the smile twitching on his lips.
“Have you always been this much of a little shit?” he asked, leaning forward. More kids were starting to file in, so I had to wait for them to walk past before I could respond.
“I learned from the best.” I said, gesturing to him. He barked a laugh.
“You’re so annoying.” He beamed, shaking his head. I didn’t get a chance to respond before he looked up, addressing the whole class.
“Hey, guys! How are we?” he asked brightly. The class gave a semi-enthusiastic mumble.
“Yeah. S’what I like to hear. Anyway, I thought we’d have a conversation about unconventionality in relationships, because a little birdie told me that it might be on the exam” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. Everyone sat a little straighter.
“So, I’m guessing you all know what it means? Something that’s not normal, right? Not usual. A bit weird.” He said with a smile. God, he was beautiful. He perched on the end of his desk, pushing a pen into his mouth and sucking gently on the end in thought, and my heart slammed against my ribcage. He wasn’t even trying to turn me on, and he was.
“So, can someone give me an example of an unconventional relationship they’ve read about?” he asked lightly.
“Norman Bates and his Mother? Y’know, from Psycho?” I offered. Gerard beamed at me proudly, and I blushed.
“Excellent, Frank! That’s a perfect example. Even if you don’t look at the relationship from the incestuous angle, it’s still very unconventional. I mean, she’s so…overbearing and clingy. It’s no wonder he’s delusional. It’s unhealthy and codependant, and just a complete mess. Definitely. Well done.” He said, scrawling on the board.
“It is incestuous though.” I laughed. He raised an eyebrow and slid the pen back between his lips.
“You think?”
“Oh yeah. That bit in the swamp where he’s talking about her thighs and her breasts? Totally gross.” I said, wrinkling my nose.
“But wouldn’t you argue that that’s just because of his inherent view on all women’s body parts? That they’re disgusting and wrong, because of how his Mother’s brought him up?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Well, yeah. But he was saying that he didn’t want to think about it, even though he was, meaning that he knew thinking about his Mom like that was wrong.” I said.
“Or because she was female, not necessarily because she was his Mother.” He pointed out. I just laughed, shaking my head.
“Dude-“
“Frank, we’ll finish this argument later, okay?” he grinned. I raised an eyebrow.
“Will we, now?” I asked. He blushed and turned away.
“Okay. Anyone else?” He asked, leaning against his desk. I smirked down into my arms, pretending not to see the wink he threw my way.

That lesson might have been the first one in a long time where I was more interested in the conversation than in Mr. Way’s ass (okay, maybe not more interested. Like, equally). From talking about Psycho, we started talking about Lolita, and then pedophilia (or, more appropriately, Gerard trying to convince the class that the main character wasn’t a pedophile. He was mostly unsuccessful). From there, we went back to talking about Psycho, and then to how bad the sequels were, and then about all the other movie franchises that had gone way too far with sequels (Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street, specifically. Halloween was thrown into the mix at some point too), though that conversation was mostly (entirely) dominated by Gerard and I.
“Freddy would totally kick Jason’s ass and you know it.” I said. He laughed incredulously.
“That’s bullshit. Freddy had weird ass little claws, Jason has a fucking axe.” Gee said, apparently forgetting he was a teacher.
“He can kill you in your sleep.”
“Technically, so can Jason.” Gerard smirked. I glared at him, and he laughed.
“Yeah, well. They could both kick your ass.” I sighed, the bell signaling the end of the lesson cutting off the end of my sentence. Gerard rolled his eyes, a lopsided grin on his face. I literally couldn’t even fathom how one person could be so damn pretty. I made my way to his desk and he sighed, drumming his pen on the table as he waited for the rest of the class to file out, before grinning at me.
“Can I ask you a favour?”
“Of course.” I smiled.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Huh?” I laughed. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
“That’s not what I wanted to ask.” He chuckled.
“Right.”
“Tonight, is it okay if you don’t come to my place from school?” he asked, tilting his head. I bit my lip, disappointed.
“Oh. Why?” I asked softly.
“I have some uh, marking to do.”
“Why can’t I be there?”
“Because you’ll distract me.” He smiled. I nodded – he was probably right.
“Okay. So when should I come by?” I asked.
“How about I pick you up from your place. Say…6?”
“What am I supposed to do until then?” I whined. He shrugged.
“Read. Do homework. Jerk off.”
“I was sort of hoping you’d do that last one for me, love.” I chuckled. He rolled his eyes.
“I think you were hoping I’d do all of them for you.” He laughed, nudging me with his hip.
“Well, if you’re offering?” I smiled. He rolled his eyes again and kissed me.
“6. Your place.” He murmured. I sighed.
“I guess so.” I said. He nudged his foot against my ass affectionately.
“Get outta my classroom, brat.” He said, wrinkling his nose. I bit my lip and laughed.
“Whatever you say, Grandpa.” I chuckled, letting myself out of the room. I heard him mutter something inaudible behind me, and just shook my head, willing myself to keep walking instead of running back in and planting kisses all over his adorable face.
Which, in retrospect, was a weird thought to be having about a 38 year-old man.

“Hey, dude. Your guy is giving you some serious heart-eyes.” Joe said. I bit my lip and smiled, not even looking up.
“No he isn’t.” I smiled.
“Uh, yeah he is. It’s freaking me out.” He said.
“He’s not the one who stares, apparently.” I said, rolling my eyes. Chris and Joe looked at each other, and burst into laughter. I furrowed my eyebrows.
“What?” I asked.
“Dude, he does. He looks at you literally all the time.”
“No he doesn’t!” I said, blushing.
“Yeah. Look, this is the – aw, Joe do it. This is the face.” Chris laughed. They did identical faces, biting their lips and looking at me from under their eyelashes. Then, at the same time, they brought their tongues out to wet their lips. I laughed. On them, it looked pretty ridiculous, but I imagined that on Gerard, it looked hot.
“And then there’s the tie thing.” Joe said, nudging Chris. I raised my eyebrows.
“Tie thing?” I giggled.
“Would you like to demonstrate?” Chris said. Joe smiled.
“I’d be delighted.” He said, batting his eyelashes. He shook himself to ‘get in character’, and then looked at me with wide eyes, his lips slightly parted. He let out a soft breath and bit his lip softly as he slid an imaginary tie down. He smiled and bowed, and Chris clapped.
“He so does not do that!” I shrieked with laughter.
“What about the belt buckle thing!” Chris panted through his hysterics.
“Cam does it best.” Joe beamed.
“Oh God, no. Don’t.” I said, mortified.
“Cam! Cam, c’mere!” Chris called. Cam raised his eyebrows and made his way over. I glanced over at Gerard who had his head tilted in light amusement. At least he found it funny.
“Dude, do the belt thing.” Joe practically screeched. Cam grinned.
“What, the Mr. Way thing?” he laughed.
“Yes! Frank doesn’t believe us!” Chris laughed. Cam raised his eyebrows.
“Dude, he so does.” He chuckled. I blushed and shifted uncomfortably.
“Do it do it do it!” Chris shrieked. Cam laughed, red in the face.
“Okay, so, he does this during class when he thinks nobody can see him doing it. And he’s always staring at you when he does it.” He said, the laughter distorting his words. I nodded and he laughed. He sat down on the table, facing me. He pressed his lips together like he was in pain and dropped his eyes. He moved his hand up his thigh, and slowly slid his fingers onto his belt buckle, his lips parting, and just let his fingers rub along the metal, before breaking out into a grin.
“N-no, but he’ll do that for like, five minutes straight.” Joe gasped, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“I like how you’ve practiced these.” I groaned.
“There’s not much else we can do, dude. It’s that, or get really uncomfortable.” Joe sighed.
“Shut up, Joe, you’re not even in my class.” I snapped. He shrugged.
“He does it at lunch sometimes too.” He said, raising an eyebrow.
“See ya, Cam.” Chris smiled. Cameron gave a half-wave and moved back to his table.
“Does everyone notice?” I asked weakly.
“Oh yeah.” The guys laughed. Well, that’s just great.
My phone buzzing was a good distraction.

FROM: Gee.
(1:56pm)
You’re so beautiful when you laugh. I love you so much. <3

I beamed, biting my lip, and looked up to see him staring at me, his head resting lightly on his hands.
“I love you too.” I mouthed. He blushed and pressed his lips together, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Stop.” He mouthed with a smile. I tilted my head. He held a finger up, and a moment later, my phone buzzed.

FROM: Gee.
(2:01pm)
Stop smiling at me, you’re making my chest hurt. <3

TO: Gee.
(2:03pm)
I’m making your chest hurt?

FROM: Gee.
(2:06pm)
Yeah, ‘cause you’re so gorgeous. ;) <3

I looked up and rolled my eyes at him, and he gave me a wide, dazzling smile. I realized what he meant about making his chest hurt, as my own heart gave a squeeze. Christ, he was so perfect. I watched as he took a sip from his can of Diet Coke, and wondered how the hell I managed to get someone so perfect, so beautiful. It was almost like he didn’t exist- like I’d blink and he’d be gone.
“Frank. You’re staring again.” Chris laughed.
“Yeah. I know.” I smiled.

Normally, I’d have gone straight to Gee’s after school, so having to wait that extra two and a half hours was torture. My Mom looked surprised when I slumped through the door.
“Aren’t you going to Cam’s?” she asked. I smiled softly.
“Yeah, his Mom’s gonna pick me up at about six.” I shrugged.
“Are you having dinner here, then?” she asked. I smiled.
“No, I’ll probably still eat at his place.”
“Okay, honey.” She grinned, turning back to the TV. I dragged myself upstairs and fell face-up on my bed. My bedroom was already clean, I’d read all of my comic books a thousand times already, so I figured the only thing I could actually do to kill time was play Xbox.
Or, that’s what I’d planned to do. Just as I put the disk in, my phone rang. I groaned and moved to answer it. Then I saw the caller ID.
“H-hey Cam.” I said uneasily. I could almost hear the smile in his voice when he replied.
“S’up, Frank.”
“Not much. I didn’t think you still had my number.”
“You have mine.” He pointed out. He had me there.
“Very true. How are things?”
“Fine. How about you?”
“Things are great.” I said honestly.
“I didn’t mean to make things weird. I just saw you earlier and realized that we don’t actually speak.”
“Yeah. I guess that’s my fault.” I chuckled.
“That’s okay. You’re normally wrapped around that prick, so I tend to keep my distance.”
“Oh. No hard feelings then.” I laughed airily.
“Nope. I mean, I want to punch him in the balls every time I see him. But nah, no hard feelings.” He said, but there was some humor in his tone.
“I don’t know why. I mean, it wasn’t really him.” I said softly.
“It was. You could’ve been happy, and he just kept digging his claws in, spewing all this bullshit about being in love with you, and then stopping you from being happy.”
“Cam, it wasn’t like that.” I sighed.
“Whatever. I didn’t call to talk about him anyway.”
“Oh. What, then?”
“I was just gonna ask if you wanted to go out for coffee some time.”
“Cam, I-“
“No, dude, not like that. Just to catch up.”
“I’ll see.”
“You mean, you’ll ask his permission?” he spat. I sighed.
“Somethin’ like that.” I murmured.
“You don’t have to tell him, you know.” He said coldly.
“That would be lying, Cam.”
“I didn’t think you’d have a problem with that.” He sniffed. I laughed.
“You know, acting like an asshole doesn’t fit you. It’s all wrong.”
“I’m still sorta mad.”
“I can see that. Look, I’ll just let him know and I’ll get back to you.”
“Whatever. I guess I might talk to you another time, then.”
“You will. See you, Cam.”
“Yeah. Bye.” He sighed, hanging up. I shoved my phone back in my jacket pocket and laughed. He was still such a child. I mean, yeah, okay, Gerard was no saint himself, but he wasn’t the one calling up his ex.
Or at least, I hoped he wasn’t.

Because of my little run-in with Cam, I only had about an hour to play Xbox before Gerard texted me letting me know he was there. I grabbed my stuff, pulled a new hoodie on (scowling at the coffee-soaked one) and ran downstairs.
“Bye Mom!” I called, not stopping to hear her response as I jogged towards Gerard’s car. Once again, and as always, it was too dark to see anything, but I imagined he was smiling as I approached – a theory that was confirmed when I slid in and saw him beaming. He’d changed at some point, and was now wearing a loose-fitting sleeveless shirt and tight jeans.
Wait. Shit. Were those leather? I put my hand on his thigh and raised my eyebrows – yep. Definitely leather.
“You okay, babe?” he murmured, leaning in for a kiss. I kissed him back and smiled.
“Yeah, honey.” I sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“God, you looked so beautiful today.”
“You always look beautiful.”
“Baby. Baby.” He whispered desperately, claiming my mouth with his. I laughed and pulled away.
“Not here.” I said, biting my lip. He nodded and pulled away from the curb, his hand entwined with mine.
“So, have you eaten already?” he asked.
“No. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. Awesome. Perfect, actually.” He grinned. He bit his lip and looked over at me.
“Babe, do you trust me?” he murmured. I smiled.
“Yeah, of course.” I said. He pulled a tie out of his glove compartment and handed it to me.
“Put this over your eyes.” He said. I raised an eyebrow.
“Um, you’re not gonna like, kill me, are you?” I said shakily. He barked a laugh.
“No, baby, I’m not gonna kill you. I promise.”
“You sure?” I smiled. He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it, then flipped it over and pressed his lips against my wrist. I could feel my pulse against his lips, and I bet he could too.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He smiled against my skin. I nodded and slipped the fabric over my eyes, tightening it so I couldn’t see a thing. I thought vaguely that Gerard was lucky that I trusted him so much.
He parked the car a few minutes later, and helped me out of the car. The night wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t particularly warm either.
“Baby, I’m really scared.” I said, biting my lip. I wasn’t a huge fan of being blindfolded, and even though I trusted Gerard, it was an uncomfortable experience. He laughed and kissed my temple.
“We’ve just gotta go up these stairs, okay? Can you do that?” he murmured, helping me into somewhere warm – a building, I assumed.
“Y-yeah.” I smiled weakly.
“Honey, if you don’t like it, I can take it off.” He chuckled next to me.
“No, it’s okay.” I smiled.
‘Just these stairs’ was an awful lot of stairs, as it turned out, and I got frustrated when I kept tripping.
“Dammit, Gerard, where are you taking me?” I snapped.
“We’re almost there.” He murmured softly, almost sadly.
“Sorry.” I said.
“It’s fine.”
“No, I’m sorry. This is fun, okay? I’m having fun.”
“I think you think I’m gonna kill you still.” He laughed.
“It’s always a possibility.” I smiled. At last, I felt a rush of cool air, and Gerard was helping me through a door, which he shut behind me.
“Okay. Take it off.” He murmured. I unraveled the tie from my eyes, and it took me a second to realize what I was looking at.
But when I did, I gasped.
“God. Gerard, this is-“ I said, putting a hand over my mouth. We were on a roof. A fucking roof. It seemed to be one of those old apartment buildings that wasn’t as tall as a skyscraper, but was definitely taller than the average house. The view, by any means, was gorgeous.
Not only that, but he’d laid out pillows and blankets and two boxes of pizza and a bunch of cans of diet coke and beer. I even spotted a pack of cigarettes. I put a hand over my mouth as I took it all in.
“Oh my God.” I breathed. I felt his arms wrap around me, and he kissed my neck.
“Do you like it, honey?” he murmured.
“Gerard. This is beautiful. Honestly. How long have you been planning this?”
“Since Monday.” He grinned into my neck, swaying me softly side-to-side. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder.
“You’re too much, Gerard Way. You’re too fucking much.” I sighed. I spun around in his arms and kissed him, my arms wrapping tightly around him.
“You like it.” He stated.
“I love it. I love you.” I murmured. He chuckled and pulled away, taking me by the hand and leading me to the blankets and – more importantly – the pizza. I took a bite out of the first slice and moaned – I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. He smiled at me.
“You’re so cute.” He laughed, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear as he dug into his own pizza. I reached for a can of beer, then stopped.
“Um, Gee. Beer?” I asked incredulously. He smiled softly.
“I’m sober, sweetie. They’re yours.” He said, grabbing a can of coke. I chewed my lip.
“You sure it’s okay?” I asked. He nodded, taking a large gulp.
“I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t. Enjoy, baby.” He grinned, helping himself to another slice of pizza. We were silent for a while as we ate and looked out at the view.
When I was done eating, I walked to the edge of the roof, glad for the safety rail that was running along it. I’d never normally call Jersey anything but a shithole, but it was undeniably pretty at night, with all the lights and the cars. The moon glistened off the river as it flowed steadily. I heard the sound of Gerard cleaning up boxes and cans behind me, before I felt the warmth of his arms wrapping around my waist.
“So goddamn beautiful.” He sighed. I snorted.
“Yeah. I think they found a body right over there.” I said, pointing to the river. He laughed throatily and pressed a soft kiss to the area behind my ear.
“I wasn’t talking about Jersey.” He smiled, rocking me again. I covered his hands with mine, and turned my head back so he could kiss me. He pulled me back a bit from the edge, leading me once again to the blankets. I sat down, pulling him down with me.
“Mm. This is amazing, Gee. I could just sit here forever.” I sighed. He stroked my cheek.
“I’m in love with you, Frank Iero. I’m so goddamn in love with you. You make my chest hurt, and my stomach flutter, and I’m always so nervous around you. You make me feel like a dorky teenager again. I just- God. You’re so perfect.” He breathed, seeming slightly overwhelmed. I shuffled closer and wrapped him in my arms, kissing his neck.
“Baby, I love you too. I’ll always love you.”
“Promise, Frank?” he asked, looking up. I smiled and kissed his forehead.
“Yeah, baby. I promise.” I said.
“Forever, right? You and me? No bullshit, no breakups. Just you and me.” He said.
“Yes. God, Gerard, yes.” I breathed.
“I’m in love with you.”
“You already said that.” I panted, smiling. He chewed his lip.
“Frank, fuck, I love you.” He all but moaned. The tension was so strong, I felt like I might die from it. My cock throbbed in my jeans, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“I love you too. Baby, baby, I love you.” I said desperately. He grabbed my wrists.
“I’ll always want you. I’ve always wanted you. God, Frank, so beautiful. Don’t ever leave me, okay? Just, fuck, don’t go.” He panted. I let out a breathy moan.
“Yeah, baby. Never. I’ll never leave you. I love you so much, Gee. So damn much.” I whimpered. He brought my hand up to his cheek, resting his face against me.
“Touch me.” He moaned. I put my hands on his cheeks, cupping his face and letting my fingers stroke the soft skin, before sliding one hand down to his neck.
“More, Frank. Everywhere. Touch me. Let me feel you.” He panted. One of my hands stroked softly through his hair as the other slid down to his collarbones, my thumb rubbing them gently. His breath was jagged, but he was so soft and pliable under my touch.
“Yeah, sugar. Like that.” He whispered with a smile. I ran both my hands down his arms, pushing his jacket off of his shoulders and feeling the gentle bumps of his muscles. His eyes fluttered shut as I stroked his arms, my fingers entwining with his when I got to the end. He pulled me closer, cradling me to him.
“I love you.”
“So you’ve said.” I smirked. He laughed breathlessly and kissed me. It was soft, my lips barely brushing his. There was no urgency, no desperation; just me, kissing my boyfriend on a roof. He broke the kiss for only a second to pull his shirt off, before pulling me back to him, kissing me gently.
“You’re my entire world, Frank Iero. My whole world.” He whispered, his fingers delicately sliding down my face. He reached forward, and I let him take my shirt off too.
“You’re mine too. You’re everything, Gerard. Honestly, I couldn’t live without you. I love you, so much.” I murmured as he pulled me down so I was on top of him. He was trembling underneath me and I wrapped my arms around him.
“Baby, you’re shaking. Are you cold?”
“I’m not shaking ‘cause I’m cold.” He breathed, his eyes wide.
“Oh, God.” I whispered.
“I think you know what I want.” He said softly. My breath hitched and I nodded, leaning forward to press my lips against his. His fingers trailed softly down my back, barely touching me, and I spread my fingers out across his chest.
“Gerard Way, I am so crazy about you.” I smiled as I slid out of my jeans, reaching down to help him as he struggled his way out of his own.
“We’re gonna do it, aren’t we, Frankie? Right here? Right here on this roof?” he giggled. I kissed his forehead.
“If you want to.” I purred.
“Yeah, honey. I want to.” He sighed, stroking my cheek. I whimpered into his mouth and stroked his collarbones. He reached down and pulled both of our boxers in one fluid movement and smiled softly.
“C’mere, sugar. Let me hold you. Let me just feel you.” He breathed. I was happy to oblige, resting my body against his as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. His heart was beating under my hand and I sighed, realizing the importance of that one, simple little organ under my hand.
“Feels so good.” He whispered, tangling our legs together. I had to admit; I’d never felt anything like it. He was so warm, and his body was so smooth against mine. I reached down and pushed his legs apart softly, and he smiled.
He held my chin and looked deeply into my eyes, and I noticed that his were full of tears.
“Show me how much you love me, Frank. Make love to me. Right here, under the stars and the moon, overlooking our city. I want you to give me everything, and to take everything from me. I want you. I always want you.” He panted. I kissed him softly, completely at a loss for words. I reached down to put my fingers into him, but he wriggled away.
“I’ve already prepped. Just…please.” He breathed. I bit my lip and held his thighs apart as I pushed softly into him. His back arched, his fingers holding onto my biceps, and he let out a soft cry.
“Oh, Frank.” He sighed, pulling me back into his arms so I could kiss him softly, our lips and tongues merely brushing each other. I rocked my hips up lightly into him, and he whimpered, burying his face into my shoulder. I held him tightly against me as I rocked our bodies together.
Normally, we’d be talking, saying ‘I love you’ or dirty talking, but there was no need for that. All that could be heard was the sound of the city beneath us, the soft slap of skin on skin, and our breathy moans, or his occasional gasps of pleasure. I stroked his hair out of his eyes and kissed his forehead.
It was then that I felt the first of the raindrops on my skin. I ignored it, until I felt more. Gerard groaned and fell back onto the blanket, smiling sadly.
“I’m sorry, Frank. I didn’t think it was gonna rain.” He murmured. I still held him close to me.
“I don’t wanna stop. Do you?” I asked, a slow smile creeping across my face. He bit his lip.
“No. I don’t wanna stop.” He breathed. I took him back into my arms, feeling his arms wrap around my neck as I rolled my hips up into him, earning a delighted gasp. The rain fell, cooling our sweating bodies and absolutely soaking us. It felt good though, as my mouth pressed urgently against his. I looked down at him and gasped. His hair was a wet, disheveled mess that either he or I had tried to push back. The moon shone beautifully off his wet skin, making it look almost like he was glowing. His hazel eyes were wide, and a loose smile was plastered onto his lips.
“Oh my God.” I stammered, reaching out a hand to stroke his cheekbone. He leaned into the touch, batting his eyelashes.
“What is it?” he murmured.
“You’re so beautiful. Gerard, you’ve never looked more beautiful than you do right now. I can’t believe…you’re mine, aren’t you? You’re actually mine.” I murmured, my fingers brushing over his lips. He smiled.
“Yeah, Frankie. I’m yours. I’m all yours, and I’ll be yours for as long as I live.”
“Oh God. You really are.” I whispered. He smiled.
“You seem surprised.” He murmured.
“No…I’m just. Happy. God, I’m so happy.” I whispered, feeling tears forming in my eyes as I looked down at the miracle underneath me.
“Don’t cry.” He murmured, leaning forward to kiss me.
“I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I ever let you go. You’re so perfect, Gerard. I’m sorry for every bad thing I’ve ever done and I-“
“Shh, sugar. It’s not important now. I love you, and you love me, and we’re together. S’all that matters.” He said, brushing my hair out of my face. I rested my head against his chest as I pressed deeper into him, my arms wrapping around his waist.
“Lemmie see you.” He breathed. I raised my head and his breath hitched. He cupped my cheek, his thumb pressing down on my lips. I licked the pad of his thumb, and he bit his lip.
“I don’t deserve you. God, what did I ever do to deserve this absolute blessing of a guy. I’m a drugged up old drunk. I sleep around, and I lie, and I’m so bad. And you’re so good. So pure, Frankie. God, I don’t deserve you.” He whimpered. I silenced him with a kiss.
“Yes you do. You’re a miracle, Gerard, you know that? A damn miracle, and I love you, and I will always love you.” I breathed. He let out a choked sob and wrapped his arms tighter around me.
“Marry me.” He sobbed into my ear.
“What?” I choked. He kissed my neck.
“Marry me, Frank.” He said in a broken whisper. I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.
“Did you just-“ I breathed, my voice shaking, before he cut me off with a kiss. I kissed back, but I couldn’t get the words out of my head. I held onto him tighter, pushing even deeper into him.
“Baby, I love you so much. I need to-“
“Yeah. Sugar, do it. Now.” He panted. I felt my hips snap forward of their own accord as I came, crying out softly into Gerard’s shoulder. I kept rolling my hips into him, desperate to get him to finish untouched. He writhed and mewled happily under me.
“Gerard.” I breathed, my breath ghosting over his neck.
“Hm? He sighed, stroking my hair.
“Yes.”
“Huh?”
“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.” I smiled. His eyes flew open in shock, but he didn’t say anything, because not a moment later his body arched, his toes curling as he came, the liquid leaking down his legs and onto my thighs, and a soft cry of pleasure bubbling from his parted lips. I didn’t slide out of him straight away, as I normally would have. Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him slowly, my hand holding onto his jaw. He covered my hand with his and leaned forward to kiss me back with more vigor.
“Frankie, I love you. I love you so much. God, sugar, come closer.” He whispered desperately, pulling me closer into his arms, and wincing as the movement caused me to move inside him.
“I feel like we’re not close enough. I need to be closer.” I whispered, even though I was pressed flush against him.
“Oh, baby, I know.” He breathed.
It was getting almost painful, so I reluctantly slid out of him. He sat up and opened his arms for me to slide into. The blankets were soaking, as were our clothes, so we just stayed naked, me sitting in his lap. He, somehow, managed to light up a cigarette, and passed me one. I took a deep breath. I wanted to bring up what he’d said, of course (and my response), but I wasn’t sure how to go about it, so I just left it alone, assuming he’d bring it up if he wanted to. He pet my cheek softly with the back of his hand, smoking his cigarette with the other.
“What was sex with Cam like?” he asked suddenly.
“Um. Painful. And sad.”
“Sounds like a riot.” He smirked. I laughed.
“Well, I was trying to forget you, and it worked.” I shrugged. He looked a little sad at that.
“Oh.”
“What about you? How was your first time bottoming?” I asked. He laughed.
“Not awesome. Bert had only slept with experienced guys before, so he just-“
“Oh God. He didn’t just-“
“Yep. Just rammed on in there.” Gerard chuckled. I shook my head.
“So is that like, the worst sex you’ve ever had?” I asked. He considered this, sucking on his cigarette, before replying.
“No. The worst was this guy, and we were both high as hell, you know? Like, “I think my hands are my feet” high. Anyway, we did it next to a dumpster, and it reeked, and he reeked, and it was just bad.” Gerard laughed, shaking his head.
“What’s been the best, then?” I asked warily. He raised his eyebrows.
“You really wanna know?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve slept with a lot of people, Frank.”
“I know. Tell me.” I insisted. He shrugged.
“It’s a toss up between tonight-“
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He said, smiling fondly.
“And?”
“Well. There was this one time where I invited this guy to my house, and I left him a cock ring on the table, and I dressed up as a school girl, with make up and everything, and I handcuffed him to the bed, and I took his virginity.” He smiled. I beamed.
“I’m your top two?” I laughed, feeling giddy. He rolled his eyes.
“Honey, you’re my top 100.”
“Have we even had sex 100 times?” I giggled. He shrugged.
“Ah. Maybe. Does it matter?” he chuckled. I decided that no, it didn’t, and buried my face in his shoulder, breathing in his scent, and the thick, musky smell of sex.
“How was your first time?” I asked. He was silent for a minute.
“My parents really didn’t want me to be gay, Frankie. Mikes never minded, of course, ‘cause he’s a good kid, but my parents really hated it. My Dad would yell and scream if I so much as wore a floral aftershave, and my Mom just ignored any conversations that had absolutely anything to do with my sexuality.” He laughed humorlessly. He stubbed his cigarette out, and I gave him mine so he could do the same with it. He shifted me on his legs, so it was more like he was cradling me, before he continued:
“So, nobody knew. I was real good friends with this one girl, Lindsey. Awesome chick, you know? Real friendly, but she was one of those girls who wouldn’t take shit from anyone either, and I think I liked her because she wouldn’t let anyone pick on me.” He said, smiling fondly. His smile faded and he shrugged.
“Lindsey really liked me. I found out from her friends later that she actually used to refer to me as her boyfriend. I was flattered, but of course, for the most part I’m gay, except under very special circumstances. So I told her that I didn’t want to be with her like that, and she said that if I didn’t sleep with her, she’d tell everyone I was gay. My hands were pretty much tied.” He sighed. I chewed my lip.
“How old were you?” I murmured.
“Ha. Thirteen, I think?” I said weakly. I pulled him into a kiss.
“Baby. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not important. I’ve got you now, haven’t I?” He said, smiling lopsidedly. I pressed a kiss to his jaw, holding his hands in both of mine.
“Why can’t things just be easy for you, Gerard?” I murmured with a smile. He unclasped our hands, and instead wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Because I complicate things.” He sighed.
“You’re lovely, though. I mean that. So beautiful, so kind. I want you to be happy, Gerard. Always happy.”
“You know how to do that, don’t you?” he asked with a smile.
“What?”
“You’ve gotta stay with me forever and ever.” He giggled. I kissed his nose.
“Yeah. That doesn’t sound too bad.” I grinned.

We were soaking wet and shivering by the time we got home.
“Shh, babe, Mikey’s asleep.” He murmured, leading me through the house and into his room. He kissed me gently, his fingers brushing the skin on my jaw and neck.
“Tonight was perfect.” He sighed, helping me slide off my wet hoodie and shirt, before working on his own.
“It was. I’m still feeling sort of overwhelmed.” I admitted as I helped him wiggle his leather jeans down, and he kicked them unceremoniously away from him, helping me slide out of my wet jeans.
“Good overwhelmed?”
“Definitely.” I grinned, kissing him hard. He lifted me up and I giggled, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“You’re so short.” He chuckled, dropping me down onto the bed, and climbing on top of me, his arms acting as a cage around me. I wiggled under the covers, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead, before dropping down beside me and sliding under with me, his arms curling around my waist.
He buried his nose in my hair and breathed deeply.
“Smells like hairdye.” He chuckled.
“So does yours.” I teased, holding his hand. He sighed.
“Touche, sugar.” He murmured. We laid like that for a minute in silence, but neither of us was asleep.
“Frankie?” he said suddenly.
“Mhm?”
“You’re not gonna leave me, are you?”
“What?”
“Y’know. When you go to University. You’re not gonna leave me, right? You’re still gonna love me even though you’re far away. Right?” he asked, his voice shaking with insecurity. I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it.
“Baby, I could move to the moon and I’d still want you.” I sighed. He smiled against my skin.
“Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.”
“Goodnight, baby. I love you too.”

Notes

So, have I made up for almost splitting up the boys and nearly murdering Gerard yet? :)

Also, if you click on the 'Popular' tag in Stories, this little cutie of a story pops up! That's awesome 'cause it's the first one I've ever published here, and yeah. Thanks for making it 'popular'! :) Keep making it popular so we can trick people into reading it, and then ruin their lives (your words, not mine). <3