The deadline for my project was rolling around quick. I had heaps and heaps of footage, all uncut. I knew that if I didn't get going on editing now, I'd have a lot late, hard nights leading up to the due date. I decided to get started, inviting Gerard over to help me out. Gerard was also the more techy of the two of us. It wasn't uncommon for me to say technology hated me, and having Gerard on hand would serve as company as well as a makeshift I.T. guy.
He joined me after school, first stopping at a gas station. We pretty much bought the store out of Coke and Cheetos, already knowing that we were looking at a longer night. Gerard let me drive for a change to my house.
I knew that my mom wouldn't be home, which was perfect. Of course, I was aimed at working on my project, but I was sure a little fun after wouldn't hurt. I was also aware that no such fun would take place with my mother under the same roof.
We went upstairs to my room and I closed the door behind me as always, even with us being the only ones home. I camped out at my desk, pulling up a chair for Gerard, who took a seat next to me.

He watched me work, occasionally offering direction if I looked lost. He could tell when I had no idea what I was doing; I'd stare at whatever problem faced me and bite my lower lip. My lips were always chapped because of this, especially in the winter when they sometimes split from the combination of cold and compulsive biting. I wondered why anyone, especially Gerard who had the softest lips, would want to kiss me.

Gerard sighed, getting bored soon. He rested his head on my shoulder, groaning, "Are you almost done?"

I shook my head, clicking my mouse. "I want to get a couple hours of film cut tonight."

"How far are you?"

"About twenty minutes," I replied.

Gerard flung his head back, letting out a prolonged groan. He sit quiet for a moment, then adjusting himself in his chair, making it creak. He placed his chin on my shoulder, remarking, "I like your panties, Frank."
Heat rose in my cheeks as I pulled my shirt tail down, covering the strawberry covered panties I was wearing.
Gerard batted my hand away, commenting, "No no, I wasn't making fun of you." Pulling down my jeans slightly, he reassured, "They're hot."
He started to grab at my shirt collar, sliding it down to kiss at my collarbone. I let my head back, fluttering my eyes shut as he started to suck at the skin.
I ducked my head so he could take my shirt off, bundling it before tossing it to the floor. I shifted over into his lap, then kissing at his neck.
Muffled moans came from the back of Gerard's throat. He was never vocal when it came to stuff like this, and he refused to give away his sweet spot. He knew that mine was at my jawline on the left side, but I had yet to discover his. I kissed more aggressively, sucking harder and dragging my teeth against his skin.
The moans started to get louder, although he kept them quiet still by keeping his jaw wired shut. I rolled my eyes, breathing into his neck, "You can be loud, you know."
Gerard nodded, still making those wimpy, stifled noises. After this went on for another two minutes or so, I waited until he was letting out what seemed like a bigger moan and then grabbed the bottom of his jaw, forcing his mouth open.
And out came one of the most pornographic moans I've heard in my life.
Gerard went crazy red, all but squirming out from underneath me to bury his face in an arm.

I pouted, prodding at him with my head. "Gerard?"
He peeked out at me, lifting his head a bit to meet my eyes. "Don't do that."

"Why not?" I asked.
"It's embarrassing," he mumbled. "I wouldn't do that to you."
"You're right, I'm sorry," I admitted. I sighed, proceeding, "I just feel like you're holding back, and I don't want you to. I want you to be totally comfortable with me."
He didn't reply, so I nudged him, prompting, "Okay?"

He nodded, "Okay."
Struggling to get him to lighten up, I slid off of him, going back to editing. Pulling my shirt back on, I sighed, resting my chin against my hand as I worked. Gerard just sort of sat there pouting, his bottom lip sticking out.

"Are you sleeping here?"
Gerard blinked, replying, "I can."
"Let's do that," I decided. I grinned, leaning over to peck at his cheek. "Later we can pick up where we left off."
Gerard finally smiled, sliding closer to me as I finished editing the rest of the material.

I was almost done when he brought up, "Frankie?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"I'm sorry about the whole thing with Toro. I know we're trying to move on or whatever, but it was still stupid for me to hide it," he confessed. "We can tell him tomorrow if you want."

I pause, suggesting, "Or we could text him right now."
Gerard considered this, then pulling up Snapchat. "Compromise?"
We took a selfie together, captioning it "sleepovers with the boyfriend :)". We sent it only to Ray, as well as Mikey and Pete as an afterthought.
From Pete, we got a selfie that read 'you guys are so cute!' Mikey sent a pouty face, complaining, 'you guys make me wanna see my boy'. But from Ray, we got absolutely nothing. He'd seen the thing; the app said so. For some reason, he just couldn't form a response.
"Weird," Gerard mutters. "He's usually so fast to snap back."
"You think he's taking it okay?"

Gerard shrugged, murmuring, "I guess all we can do is hope so."

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