Kink:  vanilla, first time
Ship: Patrick/Gerard
Top: Gerard
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 2948

(A/N: This was pre-written, I know. But it's one of my favorites that I've made so... Yeah. Enjoy!)

Today was the day. Checklist: Was the door shut? Yes. Was it locked? Yes. Condom? Yes. Were we expecting company? No. Was our mom guaranteed to be out for over an hour? Yes. Lube? Yes. Consent? Yes. Did we need anything else? Nope.

I sighed as I made complete sure that Patrick and I had the privacy we needed. We'd been interrupted twice before and I couldn't wait any longer. It had been two weeks since we last tried. We hadn't really been in the mood since then. It was October 10th, Columbus Day. We had the day off from school so Patrick and I had the whole day to ourselves. I was humming the black parade tune as I walked through the kitchen to see Patrick with his ear buds in. He was gazing at the wall and I could tell he was concentrating on the music. Finding the different parts. Identifying the chords. Understanding which notes went where.

I pulled one of the earbuds out and put it into my own ear.

"Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once?
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Am I just stoned?" Billie sang into my ear.

Of course he was listening to Green Day, especially one of their old albums. I hugged him, resting my fingers on his stomach, and kissed his soft neck.
Patrick pulled his earbud out and turned to me, "You're being clingy."

"We're home alone, of course in clingy." I replied.

"Huh?" He asked suddenly confused, "Where did your mom go?"

"She left fifteen minutes ago for the store!" I exclaimed, "You listen to your music too much."

"You have too many jackets."

"Fair game, let's go." I said. I was so fucking ready. I wanted to do this for him. He'd never felt those pleasures, I wanted him to experience it. I was craving his touch, I wanted him to crave mine. I pulled him up from his seat and pushed him into the bedroom before shutting and locking the door. I gently set him on the bed and crawled over him.

"So this is why you're so clingy?" He asked with playfulness in his voice.

"Well, we keep getting interrupted so this seemed like the best time to do it." I said trying my best to be seductive, "And we don't have to worry about being loud."

The seduction must have worked because he had already started on my shirt. I helped him tug it off the rest of the way before trying to get to his.

He stopped me, grabbing my wrist and shaking his head wig a hint of nervousness in his expressed. I gave him a quick nod, understanding that he didn't want to do that, probably out of self-consciousness. I planned on changing that but he was off he hook for now. He kissed me, trying desperately to keep the mood.

"Skipping the foreplay, sugar?" I asked before pinning his hand above his head, "I don't think so."

I bit his lip, tugging at the sensitive flesh, and he didn't bother to hold back his moan as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Nobody could hear him after all. Not even if I made him scream my name and beg for me. That thought made my pants tight. Fuck.

"Basket Case," I said suddenly, "The safe word is Basket Case. I mean if you're still okay with-"

"Of course I am," He said before adding with a blush, "It turns me on... a lot..."

He leaned up to kiss me, want in his movements. I pressed his head back down with my lips and he began moving his own faster. He was hungry for me and it was turning me on. Before I knew what was happening, I was grinding into him and he was moving his hips to make friction. I leaned down and unbuttoned his pants with my teeth while still looking up at him. I could tell he found that sexy when he bucked his hips up and let out a short moan. My hands left his wrists to hold down his stomach. I kept him from reacting to the pleasure, making him want me more and more as I continued teasing him. My teeth pulling down his zipper one notch at a time.

"Gerard..." He groaned, "Please stop teasing and fuck me."

"But it's fun, Sugar." I putted.

I pulled down his pants the rest of the way and my hands trailed down his chest, across his stomach. He was panting when I finally got to the waistband of his boxers. My hands were agonizingly slow as they reached down the middle of his boxers. His bulge was big but still a reasonable size. I pulled down my pants and positioned myself so I could begin grinding on him again through my boxers. I nibbled on his earlobe as I ground harder and harder.

"Aww, fuck! H-Harder" He moaned with a needy tone in his voice.

I followed what he was begging me to do, and though I was beginning to tire faster, it felt fucking amazing. I bit my lip and threw my head back with a moan. I blushed a deep red, but he obviously enjoyed it because his hips bucked up quickly. He blushed, too (when did he not) at his reaction. I began going slower but so much harder. His hands were grasping the bed sheets, and his legs were beginning to wrap around my waist. It took lots and lots of self-control not to tug off his boxers and fuck him hard, but I knew:

1. He was still a virgin.
2. He enjoyed being teased.
3. He might not really appreciate it.
4. It would be over too soon.

I finally decided to go a little farther. I pulled back and made his legs go under me again. He looked up at me with curiosity in his eye.

"Sugar, are you alright?" I asked. I had a horrible habit of calling him Sugar. I needed to stop. It was a little bit embarrassing, and I didn't know if he liked it or not.

"Yeah... A-are you going to..." He trailed off.

"No, Su-" I caught myself, "No, I want to make this enjoyable for you, Pat."

"You can call me Sugar. I don't mind." He said blushing.

I smirked and kissed him deeply, "Okay, Sugar."

I pulled down his boxers slowly and his face went red. He looked away with a worried look on his face. When it was finally out of the clothing he pulled his legs up and covered himself before I could see.

"Patrick, what's wrong?" I asked more serious.

"I..." He bit his lip, "I'm self-conscious. I guess..."

I cupped the side of his face, forcing him to look at me with his beautiful bright green eyes, "Patrick, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I-I'm scared you're going to judge me." He whispered. I wrapped my arms around him and grasped his hair with my fingers.

"Patrick, I would never judge you. You're beautiful and amazing to me. Not one inch of you could ever be ugly." He avoided my eyes.

I pulled back, restraining myself as much as I could, "But I'm not going to make you if you don't want to."

He looked me in the eye again and he shut his eyes deep in thought.

"Okay..." He said finally, "But I can use the safe word when I want, right?"

"Of course, Sugar." I said and he pulled his knees down slowly. When it was finally revealed I bit my lip.

God. It was amazing. Why would he want to hide something like that? I pinned him to the bed and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss only making me kiss deeper then before, letting my tongue graze his cheek before I made my way down his neck, nipping and kissing and even licking at a few places. He was panting hard as I went down his shirt, kissing the soft fabric until I finally reached it and I took the tip in my mouth. He groaned and bucked his hips up before he could stop himself. If there was one thing I could not do, it had to be giving a good blowjob. I could not take a whole dick to save my life. I had a terrible gag reflex and I really hated it. I took a couple more inches in my mouth an he bucked again. I pulled back, choking. I took a deep breath and I saw him looking at me in concern and embarrassment.

"S-sorry." He murmured.

"Don't be, you're not the one with the horrible gag reflex." I replied with a gentle voice.

I turned back and took a deep breath before going down on him again. I made sure to lick him where I knew he was sensitive and suck everywhere. A deep groan came out from the back of his throat in pleasure and I pulled my head up to take a breath. I crawled back up and kissed him. He didn't bother kissing back, he was so weak.

"How do you like that, Sugar?"

He whimpered and I felt myself get harder than I already was. That was hot. Really hot. I tugged on his lips hard and I saw the pleading look in his eyes. Begging me to fuck him, "Not yet, Cupcake." Cupcake? Cupcake!? Where were these things coming from? And why were they slipping out of my mouth like I've called people that all my life?

"Gerard, please." He whined. I kissed him.

"I'm not convinced." I said with a smirk before moving my lips down his chest and back down to his length.

I tugged on it slightly making him moan loudly. I sucked on it again for a few minutes, feeling how he reacted when I did certain things, listening to him beg and moan. Finally, I couldn't fucking take it. I needed him so badly. I pulled off my boxers and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. An expression of nervousness, excitement, and want crossed his face all at once. I passed him the lube and asked, "Do you know how to use this?"

He blushed and looked away, "No... Not really..."

I cupped his face and kissed him, "It's alright I didn't really expect you to," I decided to just do it myself, "This might hurt a little bit, if you want me to stop don't be afraid to tell me so." He nodded and tried to relax as I poured some in my hand. I tried to lube it up as much as I could, knowing it would be fairly painful for him, "I'm going in, try not to cry, okay?" I said softly, trying hard to be patient.

"O-Okay..." He replied. I slid one finger in making a pained expression wash over his face. I slid another finger in. He grasped the sheets, letting out a groan of pain and pleasure. I spread my two fingers, stretching him and closed them again, "Shit!"

I stopped for a moment letting him adjust. He was sensitive to pain and obviously hadn't done this before.

"Just one more, Sugar. I promise it'll be over soon." I whispered before sliding a third finger in. He threw his head back and yelped. I leaned up and cupped his face, "Hey, you're almost done. I promise." He nodded, making me spot tears in his eyes. I kissed him before spreading all three fingers and closing them again.

"Gerard!" He moaned into my lips. I pulled away, he was gripping at my back, panting in want and need and pain.

"Do you want me to go in yet?" I asked.

"P-Please." He whispered weakly. I pulled off my pants and boxers. He gazed at me and blushed before looking away. I smirked and kissed him once more before adding more lube and beginning to press my tip in. Pleasure engulfed me as soon as my tip entered him and I couldn't hold back my moan. He only breathed shakily as I pressed more and more of myself into him. He began gripping the sheets but didn't say a word.

"Patrick," I said stopping. He didn't reply just gazed at the ceiling, panting, "Patrick!"

He looked to me, there were tears leaking out the edges of his eyes and I sighed, "Sugar, I'm about a fourth of the way done, I promise it'll be over soon and then you're going to feel so good."

He nodded wiping the tears out from his eyes. I slid in a little bit more, his eyes wide as I went.

"B-bas..." He cried out, "Basket Case. Stop, please."

I pulled out, making him sigh in relief but also whimper at the same time from the loss of contact.

"Sorry... I... I don't take pain well.... I'm sorry..." He whispered, tears of pain lining his eyes. I kissed him before lining up again.

"It's gonna be okay, Sugar. Just stay with me, okay?" I said as I began sliding into him again, making him gasp.

I kept sliding into him, not stopping, "Oh shit, shit, shit." He whispered, "It hurts."

"I know, Sugar. But you can do this. It's gonna feel so good after this." I whispered stroking his hair. He was spacing out again but I couldn't let him do that, "Patrick!"

He snapped back to reality as he realized I was all the way in already. He looked around a little dazed before realizing it was okay.

I kissed him with a smile, "Are you doing alright?"

He blushed before cautiously resting his hands on my bony hips, "Y-yeah... Fuck..."

I kissed his neck earning myself a groan of pleasure. I lifted his chin with the tips of my fingers.

"Are you ready, 'Trick?" I asked before dragging my tongue across his neck. He whimpered but didn't answer. I guessed he was adjusting to my size. I sunk my teeth into the side of his neck and he moaned loudly, "You like that, don't you?" I asked, "You like the pain, huh?"

"P-Please fuck me, Gee! Just do it" He groaned.

"That's it." I purred.

He groaned at my words as I began thrusting into him, not bothering to start off slow. He bounced under me and the sight was sexy, really, really fucking sexy, "Patrick, say my name."

"G-Gerard!" He yelled. I began going a bit shallower and he yelped out, "Fuck! There! Right there!" I thrust into that one spot and his legs wrapped shakily around me, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Say my name, again." I demanded.

"Gerard!" He yelled again, louder. I thrust hard into that spot as a reward making him scream, "Gerard!"

"Fuck, Patrick. You're so fucking beautiful like that." I whispered into his ear before biting his lip and tugging it roughly. He moaned out, grasping my hips tightly but I only pinned his hands above his head with both of mine and thrust hard into him, my tongue doing wonders to his neck.

He went pink at the face before replying, "I-I'm close."

"O-Okay." I replied. He wasn't going to last long. This was his first time doing this kind of stuff.

"I'm gonna try something, if you don't like it just tell me." I said softly through our pants and moans.

"O-okay..." He whispered, blushing slightly. I wrapped my fingers into his hair and yanked softly on it.

His breathing hitched before he let out a moan of pleasure, "Y-yes... Fuck..."

I thrust into him a little harder, biting his lip and tugging his hair again. He was letting out a stream of nonsense. Cuss words, my name, commands.

I brought my lips down to his neck, feeling the vibrations of his voice.

"C-Can I come?" He whimpered. I pulled away, surprised at how submissive he was. He blushed at my reaction, thinking he did something wrong but he didn't. That was really hot. I quickly conveyed the message.

"Not yet."

He nodded before I continued to attack his neck with kisses and hickeys. My hands pulled away from his hair before I began jacking him off at the same time as still thrusting.

"Gerard I can't hold it, please."

"Just a little bit longer, I know you can." I growled into his ear.

He whimpered, throwing his head back and clenching his teeth, "P-please-"

"Cum for me." I demanded.

He let out a moan of relief and pleasure as he ended. I could see the warmth spread across our chests while my own climax was released inside of him.

"S-Sorry..." He was blushing a mad red at the fact that his cum was basically all over the both of us. I gazed up at him and licked some of the liquid from his chest while gazing into his eyes. He blushed harder.

"God, you're so cute." I laughed as I left for the bathroom to grab a paper towel, "I love you."

"I love you, too." He called back with embarrassment in his voice.