Kink: vanilla, first time
Ship: Gerard/Patrick
Top: Gerard
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 2628

(Didn't edit this cuz it was so damn long, sorry 😂)

My hands tangle in Gerard's his fingers fit right between the spaces of mine and my head resting just perfectly on his chest as we lie together in the near silent house. Quiet, content, happy, in love.

It's late December, the air outside is cold and Gerard and I are cuddled up beside the fire that we light near every evening now because it's so cold. The crackling of the embers beside the Christmas tree is the only sound we can hear right now besides our soft breaths on each other skin.

It's... peace. His fingers in one of my hands, his other hand lazily stroking my hair, moving his thumb back and forth through my strawberry hair.

And then I have a thought.

And it makes my jeans kind of tight.

And it makes me swallow hard and my skin to start to feel hot. The thought makes my eyes avoid Gerard and just try to focus on the peace in the room but that goddamn thought won't go away and soon enough my heart is beating faster and it's taking all my will to calm my breaths because I'm desperate to just stop thinning about this, save it for another time.

But Gerard notices.

"Patrick Martin Vaughn Stump, I swear to god." He growls.

"S-sorry," I laugh, kissing him soon after.

He throws me back at the other end of the couch, tickling me, "GERARD!" I screech, laughing and squirming but no matter how hard he might try, my boner isn't going away any time soon.

We're both laughing softly when he's finally stopped but the laughing slows and the scene gets a little more intimate... well... a lot more intimate,

He gazes down my clothes chest and licks his lips, his hands pinning my wrists down and his own boner beginning to press against mine gently.

I open my mouth ready to speak, then close it... then open it again, "I... I think I'm ready... t-to... um..." I blush, "I wanna lose my virginity to you..."

His breathing hitches, and then he smiles with a big smile, a grin to phrase it better, "R-really?"

I nod nervously, he kisses me, hard, "Hold on, I'll be back."

I lay back and wait, trying to calm myself while he walks up the stairs to the bedroom, probably grabbing lube and a condom.

I have to admit something. I don't know anything about gay or straight sex. I've seen and heard a few things here and there and I know I have to take it up the ass but I don't know how it'll feel, who gets more pleasure and who gets more pain. I don't know how you're even supposed to get pleasure from being a bottom. I mean... I've jacked off plenty of times by myself and I've tried to finger myself (which I've always stopped doing halfway through because I found it disgusting) but I've never actually gotten much pleasure from. It just felt really... weird...

I wrap myself in a blanket shyly as I wait for him to come back from the bedroom, I'm not sure what's taking him so long but it's making my imagination go wild and my boner get harder by each second that passes.

I swallow hard and shut my eyes, letting out a shaky breath. It's going to be okay, it's going to work out...

"Sorry it took so long, Baby, I could find it at first," Gerard says, I open my eyes right away to see him setting the condom and lube on the coffee table and crawling over me. He presses his hand to my crotch, making me whimper. It feels so weird having someone else touching me but I love it. I love how he can just tell me what to do and I'll do it, how I can put all my trust in him and let him take control... "Such a horny Baby..."

He kisses me again, gently, "I'm gonna take this slow, okay? And if something hurts too bad, just let me know, I'll stop." I nod in understanding.

He pulls on the edge of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head and kissing my chest softly, down my collarbone and to my nipples, gently sucking one to distract me and try to relax me as he unbuttons my jeans.

"Gonna make you feel so good, Baby..." he whispers, "You won't regret this, I promise."

How strong are your promises?

I nod, weaving my fingers through his dark hair and trying not to overthink this. He slides my jeans down to my ankles and off my feet to the floor in a crumpled pool of denim.

I let go of his hair for a moment to let him tug off his shirt and throw it to the floor with my clothes. He finishes with his jeans, letting those slide to the floor as well and finally begins kissing me again, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nod eagerly, taking his hand and pressing it against my clothed, leaking cock. He smiles gently and strokes my cheek one last time with another kiss on the lips before he pulls down my underwear and pour some lube on one of his fingers.

"This might hurt a little but it'll make the actual sex a little less painful..." he says gently. I nod, laying back and shutting my eyes, "Just relax, Sugar."

Gerard circles one finger around my entrance making me jump and yelp in surprise. He places his other hand on my shoulder and says is a giggly voice, "Calm down, Sugar, it's just me..."

I nod with a soft smile of my own and feel his finger at my entrance again. He begins pressing in, it doesn't really hurt it just... feels really weird... like it did when I used to try to finger myself while masturbating.

He circles his finger around a little, digging it in farther and farther as he goes until he's all the way in and we're both kind of siting there uncomfortably.

He thrusts it in and out a few times, eventually curling it up towards my stomach and-

"Oh my god!" I yell out in pleasure. It feels... god I don't know how to describe it. It doesn't feel the same as jacking off but it's like a... different kind of good... a little duller but a little sharper at the same time, it doesn't need a constant stimulation to grow because it already feels fucking amazing as it is.

Gerard chuckles but all I can do is open my mouth and close it in pleasure until he pulls his finger out.

"What was that?" I pant.

"That, Darling, is your prostate." He giggles.

I smile and cover my face in embarrassment, "My god, Gee..."

He adds more lube and replies, "This is gonna start to hurt just stay with me, it'll be okay..."

I swallow and nod, eager to feel his fingers again. He inserts one, and then the other. It burns a little at first then more and more as he goes and it gets to a point where I'm clinging onto the couch cushion with my eyes squeezed shut.

"G-Gee..."

"I know, Sugar, you're doing so good..." he mouths into my neck, "Doing so good..." he repeats.

I weave my fingers in his hair, my mouth agape in pain and the slightest bit of pleasure.

He leaves his fingers in for a little bit and waits for my okay to let him start stretching me. It takes a few seconds but it finally begins to disappear and I give him a nod, he doesn't see it.

"O-Okay..." I whisper.

He spreads his fingers, scissoring me gently until I'm loose enough for a third finger but even then, he waits a little longer for me to give another okay. He spreads and closes, stroking my strawberry blonde hair gently as he stretches me out, the pain being replaced by pleasure until I'm grinding on his fingers and moaning gently.

"Needy boy," he giggles pulling his fingers out and coating three in line this time.

This one burns a lot more as he inserts them, so much as to make a groan of pain leave my throat. He slides his fingers halfway, three-quarters, all the way and I'm barely holding on, sweat clinging to my face as he curls them, trying to be gentle but in all honesty, it hurts.

"G-Gerard..." I whimper.

He strokes my hair, "Shh, you're doing fine, so well baby... just a little longer..."

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to think about the pain and trying, instead, to focus on Gerard's coos of encouragement.

I feel the burn disappear for the second time, slowly but surely and finally, I'm grinding back on his fingers again as he fingers me.

"Such a good slut for me," he groans into my ear.

"G-Gee..." I moan, "P-please... I want..." I blush and soften my voice, "I want your cock..."

He smirks, thrusting his fingers inside me once more for good measure: right at my prostate and I can't help but yelp out in pleasure.

He pulls out his fingers, wiping the lube on his jeans before pulling off his underwear.

"Gross," I whisper out.

"Would it be better if I shoved them in your mouth so you could lick them clean?" He retorts. I don't reply, only blush and swallow hard as he rolls a condom on and slicks a generous amount of lube across his member, "This is gonna hurt a lot."

I roll my eyes and pull him down to kiss me, his lips curling up in the kiss as he lines himself up.

"One," he pulls away, leaving me to fall back to the couch on my own.

"Two," he presses in just slightly, the very tip at my rim.

"Three," he begins sliding in, his cock entering an inch at a time oh so gently.

As soon as he starts entering, I feel the burn and it fucking hurts. I squirm under him and I feel myself tensing up at the pain.

He only begins kissing my neck, desperate to ease the pain and whispering out small, "I love you's," or, "so good, Baby's," or, "I know's." I pull him closer whimpering out as he goes, it feels like I'm being ripped in half and I've never had much tolerance toward pain.

"G-Gee..." I choke out, a tear falling from my eye.

He wipes it away and kisses my cheek, "You're doing just fine, Baby, shh, doing just fine..."

"G-Gerard, please."

"Shh,"

He stops for a moment to let me adjust.

"H-how much more...?" I ask. I don't know how much more I can take, I already feel full as it is.

"Halfway, Sugar, you're doing fine..."

I arch my back off of the couch slightly and nod, taking another deep breath. He continues to slide in, applying more lube as he goes, trying not to cause me too much pain but I think we've already hit that limit.

Inhale, hold, exhale, hold.

Inhale, hold, exhale, hold.

Inhale, hold-

"I'm done, Baby, you did so well... I'm so proud..." I look down and sure enough, his cock is gone and... oh...

I smile gently, weakly, still in pain.

"Tell me when I can move." He says, coming back down and sucking across my neck, finding that one spot that drives me crazy and abusing it.

"F-fuck, move," I moan out, the burn almost completely gone.

He doesn't think twice before he pulls out and thrusts back in, the skin slapping against skin and a soft grunt coming from the older of us. It still burns but not near as much and the pleasure is starting to shine out.

"M-more, Gee."

He thrusts again, a little harder and faster, eventually starting up a slow and steady pace that makes the pain go away until it's completely disappeared and I'm instead engulfed in pleasure.

"Is it gone?" He asks as if on cue.

I nod.

He begins pounding into me.

I arch my back off of the bed, moaning out loudly, so loud I'm sure the neighbors can hear us. My fingers clench the couch until my knuckles are white and it hurts. He chuckles, breathing hard and letting out soft, "Ah, ah, ah's," at every thrust.

So he's one of those moaners.

He takes my wrists and pins them above my head again, holding them there tightly as he begins throwing himself into me, harder and harder. He adjusts the angle just the slightest to the left and the next thing I know, the head of his cock is abusing my prostate and I'm a moaning mess under him. Squirming and struggling against his grip but at the same time, I love it. This is absolute bliss.

"Louder, Slut." He growls harshly into my ear before biting down hard on my earlobe.

"Gerard, Baby, holy smokes!" I yell.

He giggles, burying his face in my chest and mumbling out a, "Did you seriously just say holy smokes in the middle of sex?"

I blush, trying to hide my face out of embarrassment and shame but it's hard when he has my wrists pinned above my head.

"Its okay, Darling, nothing to be ashamed of. It's the most adorable thing I think I've ever heard so..."

I smile, still blushing and feeling my climax slowly building in my stomach.

He kisses my lips and my cheek and down my jawline to my neck where he begins sucking, egging my orgasm on as he keeps thrusting at his slow and hard pace.

"I'm close, you?" He asks, breathless.

"Kinda," I reply, blushing at how slow I am.

"That's okay," he takes my cock in his hand, making me jump in surprise but calm down soon after, knowing it's only him.

He begins jacking me off in sync to the thrusts, each stroke up is a thrust in, each stroke down is a pull out and it repeats over and over again, the pleasure building and building and my stomach tightening up.

He keeps kissing me, "You look so fucking hot like this, messy Baby,"

"G-Gerard... please... I'm close..." I beg, shutting my eyes.

"Come when you're ready, Baby, I'm there, too." He says.

He jerks me off a couple more times, his sweaty palm going fast and messy on my throbbing, twitching length until I can't take it and my back is arching off of the couch.

The tension in my stomach snaps. My muscles tense up all through my shoulders and back and legs, my toes curling as the intensity of the orgasm shakes my body. I scream out in pleasure, my eyes rolling back in my head as Gerard continues to pin my wrists above my head roughly, "So good, Baby," he whispers as he strokes me, riding out both of our orgasms in strong, sharp thrusts, "You did so good..."

I'm panting and trying to catch my breath as I come down from my high, my heart racing in my chest as Gerard collapses on me and doesn't pull out for a few moments. My body feels like dead weight under him, my back, chest, and neck slick with sweat and the thick, white cum spread across my stomach.

Gerard smiles, nuzzling his face into my neck and completely disregarding the cum that's slicking his stomach, "I love you so much, Sugar..."

"Thank you... I love you, too..."