I was woken up by seven, or something close to that, with Gerard in the middle of my legs - the covers already at the end of the bed.

- Well, good- ah, good morn- fuck - I couldn't be bothered to finish my sentence, his head was bobbing up and down, his glare set on my eyes and the ghost of a smirk on his lips. Lazy moans were spilling out of my mouth, my hand now holding his hair, that fire-filled hair of his. This was quite the amusing way for one to wake up. And yes, that pun was intended.
He stopped sucking me just so he could climb up and give me a soft, passionate kiss, as he pumped, his movements now somewhat faster and stronger. He lazily kept kissing me, biting my bottom lip. I felt his hard-on, leaking with his precum rubbing against my leg, so I held it with one of my hands, stroking it, my movements according to his own rhythm. The fire was building up on his stomach, I could tell we were both going to cum at the same time.

- Gee, baby, ah, I'm- I'm gonna-
- Yeah, fuck, keep going, I'm- I'm gonna, oh fuck! - Gerard groaned as he hovered on top of me, my nails digging into his thigh.
- Damn, good fucking morning, Mr. Way.
- Was that meant to be a joke, my love? - It was only when I replayed what I said in my head that I realized what he was trying to tell me under his seductive tone, cocking one eyebrow at me. I laughed but decided to turn the tables of the game.
- Not at all, beloved. - I mocked him, with a theatrical posture and voice. His cheeks covered on a dark red blush (His face was heated up enough for it to have a pinkish tone. This only deepened it. And I was, at the very least, amused by it).
- Touché, mon amour. - He stared at his lap, still, a bit blushed and smiling around.

Something about his shyness gave me shivers. Good kind of shivers. I felt somewhat powerful as I gazed at his feminine features, enhanced by his position. He was on his knees, his lips used and shining, one hand on his thigh and another brought to his face, so he could get rid of the hair sticking to his skin. Oh, his skin. All naked and vulnerable. I felt my mouth watering at the sight. He was dangerously, ridiculously intense. More than that, he was a devil in disguise. I bet he didn't even realise that. If he did, he was quite the actor, and I'd have to give him credit about that.
I came closer to him, almost approaching him like I was some sort of feline, abandoning my previous relaxed position, and his eyes, half-closed, were taking me on a trip through an immensity of feelings and pleasures. His sinful mouth partially opened, almost begging for my lips. I was already aching for his touch again. He moaned at the kisses I was spreading over his collarbones, his neck, and his chest.
I'm guessing you all think we made love after that. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but we just shared careful kisses all over our bodies. And we were perfectly fine about it. At least I knew I was.

---

- Hey, Gee! - Mikes greeted happily.
- And hello to you too, handsome. - Yeah, that was for me apparently. Ugh, Mikey, stop. Gerard cleared his throat to mark his presence, but I thought of getting payback from the other day when we visited Mikey and they just pretended I wasn't there, talking about my butt.
- You look hot, Mikey, can you tell me your secret? I won't tell anyone! - I teased him, even though I was making fun of the situation. Was I? Yeah, I was.
- Oh, I don't do much, really, it's basically you. You just need to stand at the side of someone and that person gets instantly hot.
- I see. - I laughed but I also couldn't avoid blushing right now, and felt one hand pressed against my waist. Yeah, it was my dear boyfriend, marking his presence, again.
- Have you stopped hitting on my boyfriend, yet, Mikey? - Gerard rolled his eyes at him. I just wanted to laugh, and apparently, Mikey too, raising his hand to give me a high-five in the meantime.
- So, how are my two little lovebirds? - Mikey asked.
- We're good, thanks. How about you? Do you still feel a lot of pain? - Gerard asked, genuinely concerned now.
- Well, at night it gets kinda bad, but I can call the nurse and she'll give me something to sleep, so I've been doing good, actually.
- I'm happy about th-


Gerard was interrupted by Dr. Vicenzo, all the eyes in the room now turned at him as he raised his hand to greet us, a notepad and a pen held by his other hand. He did it with Mikey, too, but I could quickly notice their exchange of smiles and the doctor's thumb drawing circles on Mikey's hand. Wait, what?

- So, Michael is stable. He's doing very good. If he keeps up like this, he might actually recover sooner than we think. - We were all smiling with a mixture of relief and happiness. - I was just going to steal Gerard from you for a few minutes, to fill some papers related to Michael's health. Would you mind? - He politely asked.
- No, not at all. Shall we?

Gerard left the room with Dr. Vicenzo and I told Mikey about our little 'encounter' at the restaurant. He told me straight away that apparently after we left the last time, Dr. Vicenzo and he developed a conversation about what was going on. And after he told me that the doctor and his soon-to-be husband had a huge fight over a bunch of shit related to their past, which resulted in their breakup. Now that made perfect sense, after what Gerard and I saw that evening.

- He's such a nice guy, Frank, I feel terrible for him. - His eyes dropping to his sheets.
- You're not starting to like him, are you, Mikes? - I asked, surprised.
- No, asshole, of course not! That would be super sudden, I barely know him. And besides, isn't it illegal for patients to fuck with their doctors anyway?
- Oh, but you want to? - I teased him.
- I'm not going to simply deny that the guy looks like a fucking god, Frank. - He rolled his eyes.
- You're so going to fuck him. - I laughed, smirking in between.
- Care to explain how am I supposed to do that with only one leg functional, midget? - He hissed. He heard the door opening and Gerard came back to meet us, along with Dr. Vicenzo. I was going to answer him, but I saw it would probably be a bad idea, so I left it.
- We're all done, sorry for bothering. - The doctor cordially apologized. He leaned on Mikey's bed, to check his numbers on the screen above him and I heard a small whimper coming from Mikey's side. He was so going to fuck with him. Well, when both his legs worked, anyway. I felt sorry for him. But not really. Now I had a good reason to mock him.

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It seemed our libido was as high as a fucking plane in the sky today, because as soon as we got home, we fucked at least two times in the space of an hour and a half. We were really fucking worn out, though, in the end. The afternoon went by as I watched a movie and he drew on his sketchbook, looking at me like I was some sort of a problem, every now and then.

- What the fuck are you staring at, strawberry-head? - I laughed at him.
- Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to draw you, asshole. - He was smiling, and despite our playful tone I froze and blushed. It was amazing how even after almost a year he could still make me blush this way.

I turned my attention back to the movie and he kept drawing.

- You hungry, honey?
- Yeah, pretty much starving. But I don't wanna cook. - I whined.
- Yeah, me neither. Take out?
- Sure, husband. - I muttered, but his hand stopped over his sketchbook and he just stared at me like I've said something incredibly shocking.
- What?
- Nothing, why did you call me that? - He blushed, smiling shyly at me.
- Nothing. - I answered, smiling at the television.

---

Even though we were easily drifting away into sleep, his head on my chest, he asked me something.

- Would you, hypothetically, marry me in the future? Like, for real?
- Nothing would make me happier than marry the man of my dreams, which I also found out to be my soulmate.

My answer was left out in the air, as I felt him smile against my chest, both of us sleeping by now.

Notes

look! it's an update! yay! hope you enjoy it :)

- luna