I Think I Like It

I assume I probably would have been woken up ridiculously early the next morning too, if it weren’t for the torrential rain that fell during the night and into the morning.
I awoke around 10, and saw Gerard sitting by the window.
“It’s raining.” He mumbled, as if he could sense I’d woken up. I slid out of bed and sat next to him, resting my head on his shoulder.
“I like rain.” I murmured. He turned his head and smiled at me.
“Yeah? Why?” He asked, rubbing my arm. I shrugged.
“I just do. It’s calm.” I said softly, accentuating my point with a yawn. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, nuzzling into my neck.
“I’m in love with you.” He breathed. I froze slightly at his words, despite the calm way he said them. We never really discussed his outburst the night before, and honestly I was still shaken by it. He had just completely exploded, and even after he’d calmed down, he was still on edge.
“I know. I love you too.” I murmured, kissing his cheek. He held me closer, brushing his lips along my jaw.
“Y’know? We haven’t fucked here yet.” He smirked, running his hand along my thigh. I jumped away from him instinctually, and watched his face fall. I flashed him an apologetic smile and moved back into his arms.
“I’m just…I’m not in the mood for sex.” I mumbled, kissing his cheek. He snorted.
“That’s a first.” He chuckled, but he moved his hand away from my thigh, instead resting it on my hip. He rocked me gently in his arms, and for a moment, I forgot about my uneasiness. After all – Gerard was weird. He did weird shit a lot, and if I was going to marry him, I should get used to it, and stop reading so much into things.
“On the other hand…” I murmured, pulling him closer to me.
“Maybe a good fuck might do us both good.” I smirked, kissing his neck. He moaned softly, rolling his head back.
“Yeah? You sure?” he asked, his hand moving back up my thigh. I bit my lip and smiled.
“I don’t know, Mr. Way. What exactly are you suggesting?” I asked, batting my eyelashes. He turned towards me, and I saw a flash of something indistinguishable pass over his eyes.
“Well, Mr. Iero. I think you need a fuck. A good, hard fuck.” He smirked, reaching for me. I melted in his touch, letting him pull me close to him.
“Yeah? You think I need you to sit on my cock?” I asked. He bit his lip and nodded, a smile playing around his lips.
“Oh, definitely.” He purred, kissing my throat. I laughed, and felt his lips stretch into a smile against my skin.
“I love you!” I cried suddenly, and he chuckled.
“If you love me so much, you should just marry me.” He teased. I arched an eyebrow and stood up.
“Don’t tempt me.” I giggled, holding my hands out to him. He cast one more glance out the window, before taking my hands and hauling himself up. He was barely on his feet for two seconds before he launched himself into my arms. I fell back against the bed, laughing against his mouth.
“You’re like a big ass puppy.” I giggled, pulling him onto my lap. He straddled me and smiled, pushing my hair back from my face.
“Is that why you love me so much?” He smiled, wrapping his arms around my neck. I kissed his chin, a grin still etched on my face.
“Basically. I love dogs.” I smiled. He nodded.
“Dogs. I can do dogs. We can get dogs.” He decided I laughed, my nose crinkling. I didn’t miss the adoring way he stared at me, and it made my heart pound.
“How many dogs, Gee?” I giggled. He considered this for a moment, swaying his hips slightly.
“Seven.” He said decisively. I ran my hands up his sides and grinned at him.
“I like seven.” I nodded. He leaned down and kissed me softly. He had morning breath, and the taste of cigarettes stained his lips, but I leaned up into it anyway, knowing that I probably didn’t taste or smell much better. I ran my hands down his back and rested them on his ass, giving a gentle squeeze. He bucked his hips forward slightly, a whimper sliding out from his lips.
“You gonna tease me all day, or you gonna fuck me?” He smiled, running his hands through my hair. I bit my lip and looked up at him.
“I like teasing you.” I said simply. He groaned, burying his face in my shoulder.
“But I’m horny” he protested with a pout, pushing his hips forward again. I put my fingertips into his waistband and smirked up at him.
“Luckily for you, Mr. Way, I love fucking you more than I love teasing you.” I chuckled, pushing his boxers down. He moaned and bit his lip, his hand tightening in my hair.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He breathed. I laughed and gave his ass a playful slap as I tugged his boxers down over his thick thighs. He gave an impatient groan and tried to kick them off, but only succeeding in getting them more tangled around his legs, much to my amusement.
“Oh my god.” He sighed in frustration. Still laughing, I flipped him over so he was underneath me, and managed to slide his underwear off in one fluid movement. He gave me a grateful smile and reached out for me, making grabby hands towards me.
“Calm down. I gotta get undressed first.” I reminded him, gesturing down to my own boxers, through which my erection was very clearly visible. He frowned and wrapped a hand around his length.
“But Daddy.” He whispered as he watched me, stroking himself slowly.
“Oh, Gee” I breathed. He moaned and stroked himself faster, his head falling back.
“Come fuck me, Daddy.” He panted, reaching his free hand down to push his cheeks apart, revealing his hole to me. He slipped a finger inside and moaned.
“Frankie, please.” He groaned. I almost fell over in my swiftness to throw my boxers off, and within seconds, I was grabbing his thighs, wrapping them around me.
“You’re such a slut, Mr. Way. Fucking students? That’s real bad.” I teased, leaning forward to brush my lips against his. He moaned, writhing underneath me.
“Just fuck me, dammit!” he cried, tightening the hold his thighs had around my waist. I let out a soft whimper as I began to push against him.
“Lube?” I breathed. He shook his head.
“Don’t bother. Just fuck me.” He snapped. I rolled my eyes, but began to push into him regardless. His finger had provided some basic prepping, but he was still very, very tight as I slid into him.
“Baby? Maybe we should –“
“No. Don’t stop. Let me feel you.” He breathed, holding me tightly. I recalled hearing those words before – on the night we broke up. The night he almost killed himself.
My blood ran cold, and I had to close my eyes so he wouldn’t see the pain in them.
“Baby.” I choked out, stroking a hand along his cheek. He leaned into the touch with a gentle smile.
“Just fuck me, okay?” he murmured. I nodded and sunk deeper into him, making him gasp and arch up.
“Yeah, fuck.” He moaned, using his heels to push me in deeper. I smiled, pressing kisses along his jawline as I began to thrust into him gently, despite his gentle mewls for me to move faster and harder. I wanted him to feel, but I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Slow down, baby boy. I’ll hurt you.” I said gently, brushing his hair back. He pushed me in deeper, and I watched his face contort in pain.
“Fuck. Good. Hurt me.” He growled. I sighed and leaned down to kiss his cheek, and felt him melt around me almost immediately.
“Baby, relax. Please?” I asked. He paused for a moment, then nodded almost reluctantly.
“Yeah. Okay, yeah. Sorry.” He said sheepishly. I grinned and kissed him.
“Nothing to be sorry for.” I murmured as I began to rock into him again. He gasped, his head falling back against the bed. He let a hand rest lazily over my shoulders as he slid up and down on the bed, drawing comforting circles between my shoulder blades. He leaned up and kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I let out a soft whimper.
“Taste so good Gee.” I breathed, holding his hips tighter. He moaned, tightening his legs around me.
“Oh, fuck.” He breathed, a smile passing over his lips. I giggled, nuzzling into his chest as I rocked my hips into him.
“Yeah, fuck. You feel amazing. You always do.” I moaned.
“It’s like my ass was made for your cock.” He smiled. I raised an eyebrow and leaned down to kiss him.
“Or you’ve had so many cocks in there that it just moulds to that shape?” I suggested. He hit my hip playfully.
“Shut up and fuck me!” He cried in frustration.,
“I am!” I laughed, thrusting forward to accentuate my point. He laughed.
“Then shut up and do it!” he beamed, hugging me tightly to him. I shook my head at him.
“Can’t you be serious for like, ten minutes?” I teased. His face immediately fell, his eyes widening.
“Or what, Daddy? What are you gonna do if I don’t?” he purred. That changed things. That made the lighthearted, funny atmosphere dissolve, and instead, a heavy sexual tension hung in the air.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk.” I growled, biting his neck. He let out a sharp, loud moan and rocked himself down onto me.
“Yes, fuck! Yeah, fuck me.” He whimpered, grabbing the headboard as it pushed gently against the wall. I tangled a hand in his hair and yanked his head up for a rough kiss as I pounded into him, my breath coming hard.
“Oh, oh fuck.” He whispered, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking himself slowly.
“Oh, that’s so hot.” I moaned as I watched him. He flashed me a knowing smile as he continued to fuck himself up into his fist. His head fell back against the mattress, and I took that moment to slam into him, making him scream out in pleasure.
“Oh! Fuck! Oh, Frank!” he moaned, bucking his hips up.
“Oh, I…I’m go-I’m cumming.” He moaned. As if on cue, his cock twitched in his hand, and clear-white ropes of cum shot out, covering me and him.
He panted hard, his face covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead.
“I…that was….fuck…” he whispered. He looked up at me suddenly and grinned.
“C’mere. Lemme blow you.” He said. I wrinkled my nose.
“I’ve been inside you.” I pointed out. He shrugged.
“It’s my ass. Let me blow you.” He said, more firmly this time. I giggled as I slid out of him, hearing him whimper at the loss.
“Slut.” I muttered as I crawled up the bed. I put my legs on either side of his chest, and held my cock out in front of him.
“Go on then, baby.” I smirked. He moaned and leaned forward, wrapping his lips eagerly around me.
“O-oh.” I breathed, my head falling back. He smirked up at me, his tongue flicking out, sliding along my length. I moaned and grabbed his hair, pushing myself deeper into him. He let out a choked gasp of surprise, and held my hips, forcing me in even deeper. His nose nestled against my stomach, and he looked up at me with an almost innocent expression. I could feel my cock slide down his throat, and saw his neck bulge as he took me in.
Fuck.
“Oh, my god. Oh my god.” I whispered, thrusting into him. He choked around me, but kept sucking, his tongue swirling along my length.
There was no way in hell I was going to last.
“I…fuck, Gee.” I breathed, rocking my hips back and forth into the tight heat of his mouth and throat. He’d deepthroated me before, of course, but never like this. He literally had my entire cock in his throat – and that realization alone was enough to make my cock twitch with need.
“Gerard. Fuck. Gee, I’m gonna cum.” I whispered as I rolled my hips forward. He growled, sending vibrations up my length, and dug his nails into my thighs, sucking harder, his tongue working more furiously.
“Fuck…fuck.” I cried. My orgasm hit me like a train, and suddenly I was cumming hard, filling his mouth and throat. His eyes rolled back as he moaned, and I felt him try to swallow around me. I held his head, riding through my orgasm, watching him struggle to swallow it all. He looked up at me pleadingly and I smirked, pulling myself slowly out of his mouth. Cum and saliva dribbled down his face, but he grinned up at me.
“You slut.” I smirked, leaning in to kiss his wet, swollen lips. He moaned and wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m your slut. Your slut.” He whispered. His voice was cracked and gravelly, and maybe – just maybe – the hottest damn thing I’d ever heard.
“Your voice is so fucked.” I grinned. He giggled, biting his lip.
“Sign of a good fuck.” He said proudly. I rolled my eyes and snuggled up to him, burying my face in his chest.
“You’re always a good fuck. The best.” I murmured. He kissed the top of my head.
“Yeah? Well, in that case, you won’t have to sleep with anyone when you go away, right?” He said, almost nervously. I sat up and frowned at him.
“Gerard, we talked about this. I’m not sleeping with anyone. I have you. Who else could I ever want?” I said, stroking his face. He sighed and looked up at me, giving a short shrug.
“I don’t know. I just can’t imagine someone going to university and not fucking other people.” He admitted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Just because you’re a slut, doesn’t mean I’m gonna make the same mistakes as you.” I hissed bitterly. I was very, very offended by what he was implying. He rolled his eyes.
“Right. I doubt that.” He snorted. I groaned and made to move away from him, but he caught me by the wrist. I glared at him, trying to shake him off, but found myself letting him pull me back into his arms. I supposed that’s the only place I really wanted to be.
“Baby, we only have a few more days. Three more days here, and then one night, and then you’re leaving me. Don’t get mad at me, alright? You know I didn’t mean it like that. You know I trust you.” He murmured, and I literally felt my anger melting away at his words. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him gently.
“I love you. You, and only you. Forever, okay?” I smiled. He nodded, a sad smiled pulling up around his lips.
“I love you too.”
“I’ll always be yours. No matter what happens. I’m yours.” I whispered, snuggling back into his chest. I felt his heart beating steadily, and I couldn’t help but smile. Something about hearing that gentle beating was so comforting, and so intimate. I loved him. I honestly believed that I could only ever love him.
“Frankie?” he asked after a moment of silence.
“Hm?”
“What would you do if I left you?” he asked softly. I sat up again, looking down at him with wide eyes. I didn’t know what expression was on my face, but it was enough for him to look at me with real concern.
“I…I don’t know. I can’t even think about it. It’d be the worst thing. I can’t…” I said, shaking my head. I was vaguely aware of my heart pounding in my ears. His face hadn’t broken into an amused smile, and he hadn’t reassured me. He was just frowning at me.
“Gerard, don’t leave me.” I whispered. That was so like him, too. To leave me for my own fucking good. He reached a hand out and held mine, but I left it limp.
“Even if it’s what’s best? Even though we’re toxic and dysfunctional, and totally, totally wrong? Even then?”
“Especially then. Don’t.” I whispered. He sighed in resignation and nodded, pulling me back to him.
“I’m not leaving you, Frankie. I love you.” He murmured, but his voice was unconvincing.
“We’re engaged, Gerard. You can’t just ask me to marry you and then dump me.” I whispered hoarsely. He nodded understandingly.
“I’m not gonna leave you.” He repeated in that same, unconvincing monotone. I leaned my head against his shoulder, feeling tears fall from my eyes. He let out a sharp breath and stroked my hair.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He murmured, wiping the tears from my face.
“How else did you expect me to reply? I love you so much. I can’t lose you.” I whispered. He nodded again and wiped the fresh tears from my face.
“I know, baby. It’s okay. I love you too.” He murmured reassuringly. This time, I believed him. I sniffed and sat up, plastering a smile onto my face.
“Wanna come shower with me?” I asked softly. He smiled and put his hand on my thigh.
“Of course baby. You go get it set up, I’ll be in in a sec.” he said softly. I nodded and kissed him gently, before sliding out of bed and padding to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and stripped out of my clothes, before sliding into the hot spray. I let out a gentle sigh, feeling my muscles relax under the hot water. Sometimes that’s all you need – a shower, and some time alone to breathe. Not, of course, that I didn’t like breathing around Gerard. I loved his company more than anything, and especially now I needed it, because I knew I wouldn’t have him for much longer. Even then, though, I rejoiced in the few minutes I had alone to relax.
I was halfway through washing my hair when I felt him slide in the shower with me, his hands curling around my waist.
“You smell beautiful.” He whispered, kissing my neck. I sighed and leaned back against him.
“Yeah? Maybe ‘cause I got clean. Where were you?” I asked teasingly, turning around to look at him. When I saw him, the smile faded from my face.
“Baby?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him. It was clear from the redness in his eyes and his sheepish smile that he’d been crying.
“It’s nothing.” He sniffed, pulling me closer. He buried his face into my hair and sighed. I didn’t know what to do, so I just rubbed his arm soothingly.
“Hey, come on. It’ll be okay.” I murmured, even though I wasn’t quite sure what the problem was. He sniffed and nodded, batting at his eyes.
“Yeah. I know. I know, baby.” He said with a weak smile, stroking my cheek. I leaned up and kissed him, and after hesitating for a moment, he kissed me back.
“Whatever’s wrong, we can fix it, okay? I already told you – I’m yours forever and ever. We have the rest of our lives to be happy, and we will be happy.” I promised, holding his hands. He looked at me blankly for a moment, then nodded solemnly.
“We will be happy in the end. I’m certain of it.” He said slowly, as if he was carefully considering every word he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled up at him.
“We will. Always.” I said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He hugged me back, burying his face in my shoulder.
“You’re my best friend.” He murmured. The comment caught me off-guard – he’d never said that to me before.
“Gee.” I breathed. He pulled back.
“What?”
“Well…Mikey? What about Mikey?” I asked almost desperately. It’s not that I didn’t like the idea of being his best friend, but I didn’t want him to rely on me that much. I was already taking his fiancée away from him, I didn’t want to take his best friend away too.
“He’s my brother. It’s…it’s different.” He shrugged, swaying me slightly. I held tightly onto his arms and leaned up, kissing him hungrily.
“You’re my best friend too. God, I love you.” I murmured, rubbing his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, kissing me harder. I could tell where this was going before it even started.
“Baby, calm down.” I murmured. He shook his head and pressed me against the wall, pulling my legs around his waist.
“Fuck me.” He breathed against my mouth. I let my head fall back and sighed.
“I just fucked you. Baby, I think we need to talk.” I murmured. He let out a pained gasp.
“No! No, don’t talk. Fuck me.” He breathed, grinding himself against me. I noted with some concern that he wasn’t even hard.
“Gee. Stop it.” I said firmly, pushing him back. He ran a hand through his wet hair, but nodded.
“Okay. Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry. We should…we should talk.” He agreed, nodding softly. I reached out and held his hand, but he retracted it.
“Stop being such a bitch, Gerard.” I snapped, turning the shower off. He let out a bitter snort, and I glared at him as I reached for a towel, wrapping it around my waist. He just pulled his boxers back on, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m not a bitch. Sorry if I’m fucking attracted to you.” He said curtly. I rolled my eyes and walked into the bedroom.
“The problem is” I said, searching for a pair of boxers “you don’t want to fuck. You want to avoid talking.” I said simply. He sat down on the bed and gave me an almost apologetic smile.
“Fucking hurts less than talking.” He admitted gently. I sat down next to him and held his hand, bringing it up to my lips and kissing it. I watched him relax slightly at the gesture.
“Only sometimes.” I pointed out. He gave a light laugh and leaned against me.
“Good point. But nonetheless, can we wait until we get home? I want this trip to be just us and love and…and no bullshit. Alright?” he asked. I sighed, pushing his hair back from his face.
“We need to talk. You’re hiding something from me.” I said firmly. He shrugged.
“Not really. I’m just…I’m putting something off.” He admitted. I pressed my lips together.
“Why am I scared?” I asked softly. He tilted my head up and kissed me softly.
“Don’t be afraid. You’re the love of my life.” He murmured. I nodded and kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You’re mine too.” I whispered. He smiled against my lips.
“Don’t assume that.” He murmured. I never got a chance to reply, because he chose that moment to kiss me hard, and suddenly I forgot how to speak. I forgot that there was something he wasn’t telling me, and that I needed to talk to him about it.
Damn, I even forgot my own name.
He always had that effect on me.

Notes

Hey guys, sorry. Major, major writer's block with this one.
Which actually leads me to a bit of a confession: I'm ending the story a bit earlier than I planned. I'm going to University fairly soon, and I want to get this finished by the time I go. So, there's gonna be two more chapters, and then the epilogue. I'm only cutting out like three chapters, and they probably would only have been filler and foreboding(such as the last two), and would have taken me a long time to write. However, I get that that kinda sucks, and I'm sorry for that.

Nonetheless, I hope you guys love the next two chapters. Thank you again for being such wonderful people. You're all great. <3