We left the hotel after a delightful lunch at the restaurant with our new friends the day after. Sam and Lindsey exchanged phone numbers with us just before we left, with a promise that we would all meet again soon.
That had been without a doubt the best birthday I could ever have. I spent it with the man of my dreams, I met awesome people in consequence, and it was just... Everything I could ask for and even more.
The autumn weather echoed along every corner of the streets, leafs colored in tones of orange and red falling from the trees, dancing around with the cold, subtle wind.
During the trip back home, I couldn't help but grin all the time, sitting on the passenger's side of Gerard's black Pontiac Trans Am. His left hand steering the wheel and his right hand holding mine, rested on my thigh. The smile splattered on his face was impossible to disguise if he ever wanted to do so. His sunglasses reflected the sunlight and the thin gusts of cold wind entering the car once in a while made his red hair perform a beautiful, almost soothing choreography. He was art on himself, and the most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes on. Seriously, fuck the cold.
The music playing through the speakers was spilling at the same time of his rose-like lips, coming out as a beautiful melody, the high notes always perfectly obtained and smartly raspy, hell, it was a lullaby for my heart. To be honest, magic at its purest form could be witnessed whenever Gerard sang. The warmth and passion of his voice were always undeniable.
Daggers pierced my heart – in a matter of speaking – when I interrupted him.

- Baby?
- Yes, sugar? - He beamed, turning at me to let me know he was paying attention to me while he kept his eyes on the road.
- Can you, uh… sing for me at home sometime?
- Yes - he replied, blushing - but may I know the reason behind that request?
- I just... I love hearing you sing. And... Well, I don't have any other reason, I think. I just feel so good whenever you do it. - (Good one, Frank. Seriously.)
- Oh... Of course. Anything to make you happy.
- Thanks... - I answered, a silly smile displaying on my lips as I held his hand. Discretely I looked at the mirror on the side of the car and noticed my instant blushing. Blame me.
- Oh, I forgot to mention: although your birthday is officially over there is one more gift I’ve been wanting to give you…
- Wait, what? Gerard, I feel bad already for-
- Shush, you! Don’t you worry about spending – money is not involved on this. Or it won’t be much, at least. – He smiled, eyes on the road. My brain got twisted and I didn’t know what to think. But he managed, once more, to get ahold of my curiosity.
- Well.. You already teased me so spill the tea! – I whined, crossing my arms as I pouted.
- Just wait until we get home. I’ll tell you all about it. - (Way to keep me nervous, asshole. Ugh.)

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As soon as I went home I couldn’t help but feel anxious. What on earth was he planning this time? I was unpacking and he went to the kitchen apparently to ‘’get something necessary for later at night’’.
Returning to the bedroom he carried a smirk on his lips. I was about to talk when he did it first.

- So, - He announced, clearing his throat to make me aware of his short speech. - in this little paper, there is an address to a club. Tonight I'll have dinner with you at home and by ten I'll have to leave to buy something I need for a painting I'm making. Just some custom made brushes - they guy who makes them works until late at night and that was the only hour he could arrange for me. That being said, I want you to be there at 11pm sharp. Go to the bar and order something to drink, tell them you’re Frank. Then you just wait. Okay?
- Uh… Okay? – Was all I managed to answer. What the fuck was going on?
- Don’t be all fuzzy and worried baby, you’ll love it. I’m sure.

He seems super sure of himself; quite frankly (ha.), he was turning me on so much acting like this. Like, fuck, this man gets my pants in a twist so easily. But…

- You give me the creeps sometimes, Gee.
- Yeah, but you love me. – He whispered in my ear as he hugged my waist from behind. Jesus fuck, how was I supposed to hold back a boner with Gerard acting like that?

Then he helped me unpacking and cleaning everything, as I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I got a text from Sam in which read how much they already missed us. I replied, telling her she had nothing to worry about because we'd arrange a meeting soon and I felt the need to talk to her about the whole ''surprise'' thing that I was waiting for. So that's exactly what I did without Gerard noticing. His timing was actually perfect because as soon as we finished cleaning everything he went to the living room to watch some TV, taking advantage of the fact he was yet to sit on the couch to make some coffee, and right then I had Sam calling me. Now, Sam and I had already developed a friendship good enough to be at the stage of calling each other names so...

- Keep it down, Gerard is right across the hall! - I hissed at her through the phone.
- Oh fuck you, it's your fault! I'm gonna put this shit on speaker, Linds is here!
- Hey, little-inked rat!
- Wow, hello to yourself too, Lindsey! - I mocked almost whispering.
- Frank, FRANK! Listen! I'm off work today, give us the address and I'll go with Lindsey to see what is that surprise all about! - Sam announced. She seemed extremely pumped about it, I must add.
- What?! But what if he sees you two?
- Don't worry, he won't be focused on other people, I'm sure... - Lindsey added. I couldn't help but feel that somehow she was involved in this, I mean, she DID become a great friend of Gerard.
- Say, my beloved Lindsey... You don't happen to be related to this whole thing, am I right? - I sarcastically replied. I was suddenly becoming aware that my voice tone wasn't the lowest but I was hearing the TV from the bedroom so I knew that, as long as I kept it like that, it would be okay.
- Me? I don't know a single thing! And even if I did I wouldn't tell you, so, you're screwed either way my friend!

Then Sam burst out laughing. Great friends, really. Ugh.

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After my dinner with Gee, he left as he told. At the moment I had half an hour to get ready to be there at least ten minutes before the settled time, so after a quick shower and a spray of cologne I made my way to the address.

Arriving at the outside entrance, a big purple neon sign which read ''Demolograph'' was lit up. I made my way inside and did as Gerard told me to.
There was a single bartender behind the counter, the rest of the employees scattered all over the club, serving drinks as they tried not to spill anything over the people dancing, all those sweaty bodies grinding on each other. That might seem weird or repulsive, but the air smelled like alcohol, sex, and cigarettes, but it wasn't like the club was complete shit. As I looked to what surrounded me I could tell the equipment was being taken care of regularly and everything was clean. The bar was organized and the shelves were shining, reflecting all the lights.

- Hey, I'm Layla! Can I help you, sweetie? - A female voice approached me from the other side of the counter and I turned around to see a young, stunningly beautiful girl. She had the most awesome hair, dark red and straightened, it looked so soft and it was so shiny, her eyes were hazel and she was wearing a firetruck red lipstick perfectly sitting on her lips which contrasted really well with her pale skin.
- Uh, yeah, - I awkwardly smiled at her as she handed me a car with blank spaces to fill in with what I ordered - can I have an apple cider? Lots of ice.
- Sure! Can I just have your first name?
- Frank.

At first, I thought I said something wrong because she lifted her head up to lock her stare on mine, giving me a smirk. But then I remembered.

''Go to the bar and order something to drink, tell them you’re Frank. Then you just wait. Okay?''

Shit. Shit.
I drank my cider in like, 7 seconds. And I have no idea what led me to order a shot of tequila, but the truth is that I did and Layla happily offered me the drink. And I happily drained it down my throat, leaving nothing but a bittersweet taste on my lips and a burning feeling in my throat. I wondered at the same time if Sam and Lindsey were already there.
The music was blasting through the speakers. All the people seemed like they were having the time of their lives. And then I saw it.

That shock of red hair, dancing to the music, swaying his hips and giving heart and soul to it, eyes half closed, lips parted and hands roaming around his body dressed in black leather, black skinny jeans and a shitty grey tank top which drawing was already unrecognizable of being so faded, squeezing the skin in some parts. Sensually biting his lip and lip-synching the lyrics to the song every once in a while. What was Gerard trying to do? Like, what the hell?

I made my way to the dancefloor meeting his gaze and he automatically pulled me by the hand, quickly ending the space separating us.

- Hey, sexy, here all alone? - He smirked.
- Uh... Gee? Are you okay or not really? - I tried to make him understand my words speaking a bit louder.
- How do you know my name? I'd remember if I had been with such a cute guy before!

Oh. Oh. Oh. This fucker is smooth as hell...

- Oh, really? Well, I wouldn't mind going somewhere else with you, y'know... - I said in his ear. Yeah, said, because I certainly wouldn't whisper with that loud music.
This fucker. This motherfucking heaven on earth wanted to make this look like a one night fling. And that might not be the best thought, but the idea and the fucking effort he made to cover it up were totally turning me on at the moment, more than I thought it would. So I decided to play along, which he noticed.
- Sounds good to me, sugar.

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- Ah, I'm gonna- ugh, I'm go- Fuck! - I screamed as I closed my eyes pleading for him, the burning sensation on my belly being unbearable as I released myself inside of him.
Gerard and I were a mess of sweat-slicked skin, our semen spread across the sheets and each other's stomachs and insides.
Recovering our heart pace and our breathing I had to ask him.

- How the fuck did you came up with this? I mean-
- I know our sex life isn't exactly in need of being spiced up but I wanted to try something. And as you can see, it worked out perfectly.

His voice was still hoarse and I fucking loved it. I had never been so worn out. And I bet he didn't as well because those were the last words he spoke just before he dozed to his slumber with a smile plastered on his lips and his arm resting on my chest. Needless to say, we were both so tired that we decided unconsciously to sleep naked leaving the clean up for the day after.
Just seconds before I closed my eyes getting ready to sleep, I got a text from an unknown number.

''hope everything worked out!! G was right + u guys are super cute ;) Layla''

How she got my number? Probably Gerard. Was she his friend? Much likely. Questions that were meant to be answered the day after. On that moment I only wanted to hear the rain hitting the window and feel the warmth of my boyfriend as I fell asleep, thanking Gerard mentally for being everything I could wish for and more. So much more.

Notes

GUESS WHO'S MOTHERFUCKING BACK BITCHES

I HOPE YOU GUYS MISSED ME (i really do, i've missed you so much)
so, lil explanation.

over the month that passed i've experienced the worst writer's block case i've ever had. anD IT FUCKING SUCKED. you know why? because i had the ideas. i had content. i just wasn't able to write it down. and i know this is filled with smut again bla bla bla but i had a song stuck in my head this whole time which led me to make the whole thing so yeah. that.
all this being said, i feel better now. i owe you an apology but at the same time i just want you to realize that it's not exactly easy to write a story. WE'RE AT 8K, HOW, JUST FUCKING HOW DO YOU GUYS EVEN LIKE THIS STORY THIS IS CRAP, THIS IS NOTHING SPECIAL
AND IM SORRY BUT IT'S CURRENTLY 6:18 AND I JUST FINISHED THIS
gotta go sleepy sleep sleepz now, ilyilyilyilyilyilyily all


xo luna