The Colour Red

"Do you think we've been in here long enough yet?" My palms were clammy and the air felt thinner than before.

"Wait a little longer. We don't want them to suspect anything." I blushed, but the light was dim so he likely couldn't see. What was supposed to be a fun night at a friend's party had turned so wrong so quickly that I almost had no idea how I came to be sitting opposite Gerard on his best friend's bed. Frank had just about pushed us through the door to his room as he whispered something to Gerard that had made him blush more furiously than I'd ever seen before.

"What did Frank say to you before?"

"Nuthin'" Gerard shrugged, the blush creeping back onto his cheeks.

"He doesn't think I'm a whore, does he?" I was suddenly wondering if this had been a good idea. We were only meant to insinuate that we kissed or something, and nothing this big. But it had been bothering the both of us for a while now, being what seemed like the only 2 virgins in college. Hell, we were most definitely the only 2 people there that hadn't pashed before. I mean, I'd kissed guys before and I was guessing Gerard had kissed a few girls but we were still ridiculed for being innocent, as they called it, and everyone's solution to simply hook up together had seemed all too easy. Why hadn't we thought to do this before? Well truth was, we had in fact discussed it one night once everyone else had passed out but the idea never left either one of us again. I think Gerard felt he'd be using me, and I was simply too nervous. I liked him perhaps a little more than I should have but was convinced he didn't feel the same way. Judging from our situation at present, I gathered I'd been correct.

"No no, no one thinks you're a whore, Lizzie. He was just telling me where I could... find a rubber."

"Oh." My cheeks matched his and this time I knew he could tell because his lips curved into that smirk I was wild for.

"You're blushing," he teased.

"So are you."

"Why is this such a big deal?" he said with a slightly forced laugh as he nervously pulled at the roots of his hair "I mean, it's just sex." Gerard's attempt at brushing the awkwardness off hadn't really worked. "I think it's been long enough now..."

"Do we look like we... uhh..." Gerard stared across at me and I wondered if the spark I'd seen in his eye for a moment had been real or not.

"Maybe we should ruffle up a bit. Here," Gerard said, leaning forward to mess up my hair a little. I did the same to him, though his hair always looked a mess anyway, then started to undo one of his shirt buttons.

"What are you doing?" he whispered as he looked down to my shaking hands still struggling with the button.

"Making us look the part?" I was suddenly so nervous as he watched me, his eyes finding mine once again as I finished. That spark was definitely there this time but I wasn't sure what to make of it.

"We should kiss, so we smell a little like one another, or whatever."

"Only if you think it'd be more convincing," I shrugged, trying to silence my beating heart. Gerard made no move and so I started leaning forward to close the gap between us but his hands were on my shoulders a moment later.

"No," he laughed. "I mean, properly, and not sitting 3 feet apart. If that's okay with you." I nodded my head, unable to keep my curiosity from taking over now. He pulled me to him then and leaned back on the pillows, his hands gently pressing on the back of my neck until my lips met his. I wasn't ready for the butterflies that threatened to burst out as his tongue invaded my mouth in a sensual manner, softly making circles with my own as I tried not to concentrate on the growth I felt against my hip. Just as I'd somewhat calmed myself his hands moved to my ass and I felt him give a gentle squeeze, unsure who it had been that had moaned as my hips involuntarily ground against his. Cold fingertips found my thighs as he pulled my skirt up to caress my skin, which had become so much more sensitive than before.

"I don't wanna do anything you're not comfortable with," he said as he pulled away for a moment, his fingers dancing on my panty line. I couldn't speak, but that didn't mean I didn't consent. I was just staring at him now, perplexed by how green his eyes had suddenly become and wondering if mine had done the same. I felt as his fingers moved to press against me and my eyes fluttered closed as he did it again, this time with a little more force. It had definitely been me to moan this time. His lips returned to mine as he continued to explore me over my underwear, the both of us moaning and whispering soft profanities as I continued to grind against him, finding that sweet spot. Gerard's other hand was suddenly pressed against my mouth as I lost the ability to control my voice, surprising myself almost as much as I'd surprised him. He giggled once I was done and I blushed, worried others may have heard me. But then, wasn't that a good thing?

"You... I mean... like..." Gerard struggled to find the words he needed. "You're fuckin' gorgeous when you cum." Luckily, one could not die from embarrassment. I crawled off of him and he sat beside me on the edge of the bed, the both of us staring at the bedroom door.

"Shall we?" I said as I finally managed to find my voice.

"No time like the present." Gerard pulled me up with him then and we went to join the others. I was still processing what had happened as I sat down on the couch to start watching the rest of a movie Frank had put on. I was almost surprised that no one had said anything inappropriate yet as I snuggled into the blanket, a pleasing throb still making its way through my body each time I thought about what had happened. And then I realised what was going on. Frank had been trying to set us up, and it had totally worked.

Notes

Let me know if I should bother posting this or not. :)

Chapter title credit to Beautiful by HIM.