- Hmm... Whatcha makin', baby? - Gerard hummed in my ear, hugging me from behind, as I made breakfast.
- Pancakes and coffee, just the way you like it... - I answered in a low voice, turning to him and placing a soft kiss on his shoulder blade. I woke up earlier than him with a little big ''issue'', and I had already handled it in the shower, but it was one of those days where I can't seem to stop acting like a horny bunny. Although I'm not the one to place the blame. Instead, blame my hot boyfriend and his stupid magical powers...
- Someone is a tiny bit eager today, huh? - He murmured in my ear, knowing perfectly well what that voice causes in me. Fuck. And as if that wasn't enough, his hand was then placed at the end of my back, squeezing the skin gently through my sweatpants.
- Well, it is my birthday tomorrow... And knowing I get to spend the whole weekend celebrating it with my loving boyfriend just makes it better than anything. But we can't to anything if we don't have a nice breakfast, can we?
- I couldn't agree more...

He leaned in for a kiss – which, if I might add, went on for longer than it should. Apparently, I wasn't the only horny bunny that day. But horny was an understatement, to be honest...

- Now, now. Do you want these holy pancakes or what? - I teased him, breaking the kiss and resting my hands on his bare chest, as he trapped me against the counter.
- I do, I do! Although I wouldn't be against the idea of having you for breakfast, either. - He announced with a smirk, sarcastically debating as he looked to the ceiling, after removing a strand of hair off of my face. - And there would be nothing holy about it. - (God damn it, Gerard, stop being so fucking irresistible, ugh).
- I'll tell you what. If you go back to the bedroom I'll bring breakfast and I'll add a bonus to it. Okay?
- Tempting... See you in a bit then, my love! - He smiled, along the look he gave me, immensely filled with lust. Of course, he had to leave and smack me in the ass. He wouldn't be the same if he didn't do that. Oh well.

As soon as I made sure Gerard was nowhere near sight, I had the chance to pick some strawberries and a spray can of whipped cream and arranged it along with our plates and our coffee in a black wooden tray, making my way to the bedroom. I kept day-dreaming about his hair, with his roots more noticeable, his shoulders and his collarbones, and his neck... (Okay Frank, stop right there if you don't wanna trip on something, Jesus.)
I was happily greeted by a naked Gerard, covered only in black sheets, gently placed over his legs, only one of them showing and slightly bent. He was drawing something, his tongue trapped between his lips and his eyebrows furrowed as in a state of deep focusing, which had to make me clear my throat to make him aware of my presence. There was music in the room, that was awesome of him to do. He knows how I enjoy that.

- So, - I started, as I carefully placed the breakfast on our bed - what have you been drawing, baby?
- Oh, nothing special. - He answered with a smile, as he closed his sketchbook and put it aside.
- Oh, c'mon, is it something dirty? - I teased, half-joking.
- Well, if you must know, it wasn't something dirty. I'll show you later. Let us enjoy such a delightful breakfast, firstly! Then we have to pack to check in at the hotel, remember? Mikey already left because someone called him at work.
- Was it something bad? - I asked, concerned.
- No, not at all, sweets. He's just going there and he'll meet with Ray and Pete afterwards, so we have the entire time by ourselves before heading to the hotel.
- Oh, I see. I'm just sort of sad because I won't see him tomorrow...
- Don't worry about that, either. He's gonna meet up with us tomorrow for dinner at the hotel.
- Whoa, they have a restaurant there?
- Yep. And from what I've heard it's great.
- Awesome, then! - I smiled, as I dug in the breakfast, happy that after all, I was going to see Mikey on my birthday.

With the music playing in the background, we finally had breakfast, until he noticed the strawberries and the whipped cream. I saw him smirking at his lap, knowing exactly it woke his curiosity.

- Care to tell your loving boyfriend what's with the strawberry thing?
- Didn't I mention before that if you came here you'd have a bonus, honey? - I hinted, the ghost of a smirk drawn on my lips, biting my lower lip right after I sent Gerard a ''fuck me'' stare. Who knew I could actually do that?
- Hmm. So perfect, Frankie. - He beamed, the lust not coming off of his eyes and his cheeks slightly tinted with a pinkish tone.

I took the chance to grab a strawberry and give it a little bite, humming as the flavour danced inside of my mouth, which drew his attention to me and made him bite his lip. Then the fucker took the strawberry of my hand and bit it, making the juice leave his mouth and trail on his chin.

- Hey babe, let me clean that for you...

I approached him and licked the trail from the bottom to the top, kissing him in the end. Damn, that felt good. And I knew it felt good on both sides because his body responded with a moan as his hand roamed on my side making me closer to him. I sat on his lap with my legs on his sides and reached for the whipped cream not breaking the kiss. I sprayed some on his neck, making him whimper at the cold contact it made and tossed the can to the bed right before sucking the cream left on his neck, making him moan lazily and rolling his hips.

- Fuck, sugar, grab that fucking can and give it to me, right now. - He groaned.

I did so and handed him the can as he requested me to lay on my back. Closing my eyes almost instantly, he sprayed a long line on my torso, starting at the neck and ending just at a spot millimeters away from my bellybutton. After he beamed at me, biting once more his lower lip, he hovered on top of me graciously and slowly trailed my jaw with kisses. Complete and utter torture was what I felt I was being put through. The tip of his tongue sliding right to my neck and collecting some whipped cream on his mouth, before placing a soft kiss on my skin. Another lick, another kiss. And another. And another. Before I knew it, I was making reality falling asleep and inducing myself in a state of dream, quite compared to the state of being buzzed after sucking in the air of your joint the first couple of times. It was a love buzz. My brain was fuzzy and my skin hot to the touch while I tangled my hand softly on his hair, unconsciously hinting about wanting him to suck my hardened member. As that image crossed my mind, my mouth released a small moan, perceptible to his hearing which kinda woke me up before I made eye contact with him. His eyes were half-open, dark and lustful. Devilish. He kept that look while his hand was tracing patterns all over my thigh, squeezing ever-so-gently its skin. Apparently, the music in the background was also a help to the whole mood and that made me think if he didn't do it on purpose. But of course, he did. I wasn't complaining, though.
His breathing was becoming even deeper, I could feel the steamy breath on my skin releasing goosebumps all over it. My dick was twitching slightly in my underwear and just when he licked the whipped cream trail completely, already dripping to my sides after melting, his hand was placed on my hard-on, making me gasp in pleasure.
He was really taking the time to tease me, which wasn't exactly nice because of the pain it was giving me – good kind of pain, though. It was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I knew I was going to get one of the best blowjobs in my life. A curse because the will of fucking his mouth was growing big time. Gerard knew I was becoming rather impatient so in the blink of an eye, he removed my boxers using his mouth, making me whimper at the graze his little teeth were leaving behind on my skin until my erection fell over my lower stomach.
I was watching him as he started palming himself inside of his sweatpants – now with his precum stained on them, right before he took me in his mouth. I probably let out the filthiest fucking moan ever as he did so; he was taking forever. I wanted him to suck my dick like, yesterday, ya know. His position was almost feline, my lovely panther (If you do a cougar joke, I swear to fucking god.) hovering on top of his prey, yet so sensually and thoughtful.
My moans were becoming unbearable to keep to my own, so I let them run along the music in the background and the aroma of nicotine and coffee in the air. He licked me from the base to the tip of my aching dick, saliva and precum smeared all over the hardened member. His pace grew quickly, having one hand helping his mouth with consecutive movements and another hand helping himself. I knew I was close as I felt the fire in my belly growing at a quick rhythm.
I obviously had to compel to my brain's wish to fuck his mouth, so I started thrusting my hips hitting the back of his throat several times. Cursing and pleading, a ramble of swear words mixed up with his name were drifting in the air as I came inside of his mouth, hearing him the same way with a raspy voice after he swallowed.

–

- Packed your bags, little bitch?
- Yes dad, I have. - I rolled his eyes at him, zipping my suitcase.
- I swear to god if you ever call me ''daddy'' I'm gonna punch your fucking face. - He replied, earning me a glare.
- Hey, that was one time! And you didn't complain! - I teased him.
- Yeah. One time. No more, okay? That shit is weird as fuck. Imagine, having your loved one calling you what your child calls you so innocently. I mean, I totally respect the people who enjoy doing so, shit, if you wanna do it, go wild, but I don't see myself doing it again, man.
- Says the guy who enjoyed having his boyfriend making out with his own brother! - I stated, smirking at him. His response – a fierce blush on his cheeks and a stare to the floor - made me laugh because he knew I was right.

We headed to the hotel to do the check-in, singing in the car and stopping at a gas station in the way (which, may I add, helped me repaying him the blowjob he had given me earlier).
At the entrance, I was analyzing and absorbing every detail of the hotel. Dude, that shit was fancy as heck. That itself was already an amazing birthday gift, honestly, like. No one, literally no one ever thought of doing something like that for me. No one actually cared about me the way Gerard did. And that warms my heart every time the thought comes to my mind.
- Welcome to the Bella Vita hotel, and Happy Halloween! - The receptionist said with a bright smile. She seemed like such a loving person already. Her nametag read Samantha Ballato. Hella cool name.
- Oh, Happy Halloween! We're here for the suite reservation? The weekend one? - Gerard announced. I was so bubbly I couldn't help but to bounce on my feet. Discretely, of course. I'm still a fucking macho.
- Oh yes, I remember now! You're Mr. Way, I presume?
- The one and only!
- Here's the card to your suite. Number 64. Enjoy your stay!
- You'll be working on Halloween? - I asked her, trying not to seem over excited about the holiday.
- Oh, no! Actually, my wife is waiting for me, we're going to buy, uh... costumes. Y'know. Trick or Treat. It's childish, I know, but we enjoy it since we've met each other... - She beamed at my interested expression.
- You have a girlfriend AND you like trick or treating? What are we, brothers separated at birth? - I joked. The similarities to the idea of what it could be an angel being intensified as she laughed.
- Well... - Gerard interrupted. - It's my boyfriend's birthday at midnight, and I planned on doing the exact same thing actually. But the element of surprise is a bit gone now, somehow. Not that I'm complaining or something like that, but maybe we could go altogether? I think that would be cool, I guess. If you wanted to, and if your wife agreed to do so. - He suggested. I fucking love this guy. Samantha was so damn excited about the idea that it showed all over her posture. I felt so happy right then.
- That would be amazing! I'll text her right now! Anyways, my shift is over, so... See you tonight?
- Yes, absolutely! - I agreed. Damn, this chick was cool as fuck.

–

The hours passed by, and between coffee, cigarettes, unpacking and shower sex, I forgot how close we were coming to midnight. 23 years of Frank Iero. That would sound pathetic and sad if I haven't met Gerard.
We met Samantha at the lobby and waited for her wife as we talked. Soon, a woman with an arm covered in tattoos ripped fishnets, a skirt and a red vest with pins appeared at our sight. She had her hair dark black, a little longer than the average shoulder length, bright red lipstick, pitch black eyeliner and a fingerless glove on one of her hands. Holy shit, she was hot. Like, really fucking hot. I'd totally try to flirt with her if I wasn't a macho princess and if she wasn't so intimidating.

.- Hey, babe! - She greeted Samantha with a soft kiss on the lips, holding her close to her body. ''Damn'' was the only thing that came to my mind. Just. Damn.
- Hey honey, this is the couple I've talked you about! - She nodded and gestured at us warmly.
- Sup, guys, I'm Lindsey! Hey here's my twin! - She joked, obviously making the comment because she was looking at my tattoos. She was fucking amazing and I only knew her for like a minute.
- Hi! I'm Frank, this is Gerard!
- Hey, how's it going? - He smiled at her before she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
- So, a little birdie told me we were going costume hunting and get ready for some trick or treating?
- Fuck yeah! This is going to be the best Halloween ever! Okay maybe not the best one, that one is obviously-
- A Nightmare Before Christmas - Lindsey, Gerard and I answered in unison. Whoa. Okay then.
- Holy shit, you guys like it too? - She beamed.
- Well, duh! - I replied happily.
- Damn, you guys are rad. Let's go then?
- Sure! - Sam answered, excited.

We arrived at the Party City store, filled with black and orange ornaments, costumes and accessories all over the place. Ah, home.
We all roamed around the store, me checking the fake blood and vampire stuff section with Sam and Gerard following a different direction with Lindsey.

- So, how long have you been with Linds, if you don't mind my asking? And the nickname too. It's easier, I don't know. - I questioned, without wanting to seem weird.
- Oh, uh, we've known each other since high school. She was my crush, y'know? This badass, confident girl. I was low-key, head over heels for her. I just asked her to the Halloween dance at the time and she accepted, and uh, some stuff happened that night. Next thing we knew, we were having breakfast and discovering that we had a lot more in common than we thought and I dunno, I guess we just clicked. Five years after she proposed to me and that was two years ago...
- Damn, that's a lot of history. You seem perfect for each other, though. Gerard and I had kind of a ''softer'' story, I guess. - I laughed, remembering the time when he pulled me from my hell. And from the ground, too.

I told her about everything (minus the whole Mikey crush thing - that's my own secret). After a while, we caught Gerard and Lindsey already at the register with a shitload of bags. They seemed to get along super nicely. We joined them after I picked my vampire costume and some makeup and fake blood, and Sam picked a french maid costume with some black fishnets. Lindsey was the only one without bags, she only carried some facial paint, black and white - she wanted to paint her face as a skull.
Heading to the store's bathroom we changed into our costumes, me and Sam going first and then Gerard and Lindsey. Gerard apparently picked a tin-soldier costume, all black and silver and made a skull facial paint just like Linds. He also bought some black spray for his hair, in order to dye it without being permanent.

- God, you look hot on that. Gonna suck my blood through my dick, Frankie? - Gerard teased me as he saw me.
- Fuck, I'm the one who looks hot? Look at you, Jesus fucking Christ.
- No... Gerard fucking Frank sounds way better. - He whispered in my ear. Fuck me. I couldn't have a boner at that moment. No.

Sam and Lindsey were taking fucking forever, so we assumed Lindsey got a bit too excited over her wife's costume...
Eventually, they got out of the bathroom with a severe case of post sex-hair. So... Yeah. I should have bet with Gerard on that one, it sure would be fun to watch him lose.
The night went on and we all sat at a park filled with people dressed up. Young, old, adult, you name it. Apparently so, that whole part of the city did Halloween properly, and I couldn't love it more.

- Happy birthday, Frankie! - Lindsey shouted, coming alongside Gerard with a cupcake with a candle stuck on it.
- Oh, guys, come on! I'm gonna melt! I'm a fucking evil vampire and you're making me all soft! That ain't fair.

They had gone to pick up a chocolate cupcake filled with orange and red sprinkles to simulate a birthday cake.
We all got along so fucking well, I was so happy about our new friends. My heart was pounding and it all seemed like a dream to me.
Around 2:30am we made it to the hotel room, Linds and Sam saying us goodbye as they went home on Linds' motorbike. And yeah, we were kind of fucking exhausted, but that didn't stop me from getting payback on Gee's comment of ''sucking his blood through his dick''. By the time the night ended, at last, I was the one who had fucking bites scattered across my neck and chest, literal bites and hickeys all over my ribs. My chest wound didn't even seem like it was recent, but I was still applying the antibiotic gel. I figured I could spread some on some of the bites, since it was working so well on the wound.

The next day, my actual birthday, Gerard told me to pick whatever I wanted at a record store. I left with three band t-shirts and five CDs. I felt sorry for that, like, making him spend so much money on him, but the truth was that we had money. And since it was my birthday, I dunno, I gave myself the right to be a bit selfish for once.
After an afternoon spent at the record store and at the hotel room watching my favorite movies (and where I may or may not have had one of the best makeout sessions ever with Gerard or even in my life) , we had dinner at the hotel with Mikey. There was a vegan option but we stood for pasta the three of us. I told Mikey about our new friends and how cool Lindsey was. Gerard seemed equally or even more excited about her, which I understood because those two became nail with flesh since the day before. It was beautiful to watch a friendship grow and I was so happy for him. Mikey seemed to be having fun at work too - everything was going well and the weeked with Toro and Pete was awesome as well, according to the description he made.
That night, Gerard and I only cuddled throughout the entire night, talking about space theories, aliens, supernatural creatures, dreams and memories. It was bliss.
It had been the best birthday of my life.

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