Where Do We Belong?

Gerard’s P.O.V

“Lindsey Ann Way, I think you’re tipsy.” I scold.
She giggles. “Only cause someone kept buying me drinks. We were just supposed to go there to dance,” she replies with a shake of her hips and eyes twinkling. She’s implying it’s my fault, but I can’t keep up the game. She’s just too damn sexy.
Tangling my hand in her hair, I drag her to me and kiss her red coloured lipstick lips. She drops her purse on the floor and kisses me fiercely, hands pulling me close by my shoulders. Her body is warm against mine. I want to continue but she pulls away.
“C’mon, let’s dance.” She tugs me into the living room and turns on ‘Never Wanted to Dance’ by MSI. Her music invades my bones and I start to jump a bit. She smiles wildly at me and then tugs on her elastic letting her short raven hair fall to her shoulders.
We dance all over the large living room, sometimes standing on the furniture and knocking over the coffee table or Bandit’s left out toys. I’m glad Bandit is at Mikey’s tonight. We weren’t going to go out tonight but Mikey just got back from a tour with Electric Century and he and Bandit were literally begging to have a sleep over at him and Kristin’s place. Lyn-z thought that we should take the opportunity to go out together. I can’t remember the last time we did. I didn’t have much time to grieve MCR before the release of Hesitant Alien and with that came touring for a year and a half. It’s Christmas 2015 now, so I am home for 2 weeks, although I think I’m going to tell Doug and Rob that I’m done. By the end of my tour through Asia the crowds were getting small and I missed my family more and more. I also have some new comic and music ideas I’d like to explore.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts when Lyn-z starts grinding against me, wiggling her hips into my lap. Her sexy mini skirt rides up revealing more of her milky white, fish net covered thighs. She’s torturing me by rubbing into my now growing hard-on. I grab her hips, turn her around and attack her lips, completely forgetting the music. She rakes her hands through my longish black hair, pulls once and then peels herself away from me. It’s not an easy task as I don’t want to let her go and she just chuckles.
“I thought we were dancing.” She smirks.
“Well, who changed that?” I start to drag her close again but she manages to slip out of my grasp and run upstairs. Chasing her upstairs, I catch her before she closes the door to our bedroom. I push inside, push her back onto the bed and start to grind into her again, releasing some of my building sexual tension.
“God, you’re so easy, Gerard.” I pull away, slightly confused.
“What?”
“You get turned on so easy.” She answers plainly.
“So do you.” I retort.
She scoots out from under me, sits against the headboard and smirks at me. “You’re not the only thing that turns me on, you know?”
I crawl up beside her and look down at her. “Yeah, I know. You like a little pain and you like games. You like to tease me, and you like to switch between being dominant and submissive. I know what you like; we’ve been married eight years.”
She comes to sit on my thighs and plays with her sweat soaked hair. “That’s true. Let’s play a game.” Her eyes light up with excitement. I know there’s no way out of this now.
“Like what?” I question.
“Never Have I Ever.” She states. My erection makes itself noticeable again; a Never Have I Ever game with Lyn-z always ends up dirty. There’s just one problem.
“Lyn-z, I would, I want to, it’s just, we’ve already had a lot to drink I don’t think we need-.”
“I know, sexy. We are going to replace the drinking with removing one piece of clothing.” And here it is, the dirty part. I must have nodded because she’s kissing me before getting a little more comfortable on my lap and the starting the first round.
“Never have I ever…had a dirty dream about my teacher.”
I give her a cocky grin, “Never.” It’s true, all my teachers were gross.
Her beautiful big brown bambi eyes widen before filling with frustration. “Damn! I thought I could get your shirt off! Now I gotta remove something.”
“Lindsey Way! You kinky bitch.” I gasp.
“What can I say? He was super-hot. That year my obsession with school girl miniskirts was born.”
“Well, then I should thank him.” I reply, suggestively. She removes one of her socks.
My turn, “Never have I ever…had sex on prom night.”
“Ugh! No fair, It’s not my fault you were a dork and couldn’t get laid.” She pouts, cutely and pulls the other sock off. “Alright, it’s on… Never have I ever masturbated on stage.” I groan.
“Oh, don’t remind me.” I pull off one of my socks.
“Why?” She asks, feigning innocent as she traces the outline of my dick. “I like when you get all sexual on stage. It’s hot knowing all the fangirls are dying and I get to have you all to myself.” I give her a smirk.
“Alright, never have I ever watched porn with the opposite sex.”
Now it’s her turn to groan. “Well, what was I supposed to do? You were lucky enough to be in a band with all guys, I on the other hand was not. Jimmy and Steve used to watch porn all the time, I couldn’t just ignore it.”
“So, was it lesbian?” I smirk.
She gasps. “No, I never watched lesbian with Jim-.” She quickly covers her mouth, realizing she’s basically just told me she has watched lesbian porn before.
“Go on,” I encourage.
She pushes me playfully. “You bastard. I am not saying anything else while I don’t have to.”
“Alright,” I hum. “There’s always next turn. Now, let’s get that shirt off, thank you very much.” She reluctantly pulls her shirt over her head revealing her black lace bra that displays her milky white breasts very liberally.
Suddenly Lyn-z stands up from my lap and removes her skirt. Her fish net stockings still cover her thick beautiful thighs. I’m confused as to why she did this though before she settles down on my lap again and she speaks, “Never have I ever watched gay porn.”
My eyes widen at this amazing revelation. “You…have w-watched gay porn?” I stammer.
“Yes, dick wad. Now, have you?”
I feel my face flush with colour. “Well, maybe.”
She grins wickedly, smashing her lips on mine again. “Don’t worry,” she whispers against my lips. “I think it’s hot.”
“You, what?” I ask.
“You heard me. That stuff turns me on, same with the lesbian shit. I don’t know, don’t judge, okay?”
“Oh, baby,” I pull her to me and kiss her gently. “I’m not judging.” I laugh a little and she just furrows her brow at me. “No, listen. It’s just funny because I’m like that too. Did you not notice how I got harder when you mentioned you had watched lesbian and gay porn? It turns me on to think about you like that…mmmm.” I trail off, only to be pulled back by Lyn-z’s giggle. “I mean it, baby. I love you for who you are and I’m glad we have the same preferences.” She smiles sweetly before pulling away from me and regaining some of the confidence in her eyes.
“Your turn.” She chirps.
“Alright, don’t get mad baby, I just want to know. Never have I ever had a lesbian experience.”
She shrieks, smiling widely. “Um, well. Fine.” She pulls off her fish net tights.
I grin happily. “So, who was it?”
“Oh, I’ve had a couple with the same person.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Go on.”
“Well, the first time, it was 2005 after a show. This girl had come to the show hoping to escape something and escape she did because I remember that show and it was a crazy one.” Lyn-z is smiling and I’m just kinda moaning, god, that story turned me on. I want to know more.
“So, what was her name?”
She grins sheepishly. “I don’t know if I should tell you. I’m not sure she would want you to know.”
“Wait, do I know her?”
“Well, yes. It’s really quite ironic.”
“Come one Lyn-z I’m dying.” I plead.
“Well, her name is Jamia Nestor.”

Notes

Just an experimental story...don't know if I'll continue it after three chapters, but we'll see if i find the inspiration...
Love,
Dead.Pegasus

Keep calm and love MCR