Kink: Vanilla, rough
Ship: Gerard/Patrick
Top: Gerard
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 1221

"You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you...?"

"Yeah, it'll be okay, Gee, only a week and I'll be back and we can try whatever you want, and I'll get to top once or twice..." Patrick replies as he straddles my lap, his shirt (which is two sizes too big) fluttering at his sides.

I run my finger up the inside of his shirt, stroking his sides, "Take off your clothes."

"Gee..."

"Please?" I ask, cocking my head innocently.

He sighs a long, frustrated sigh but gets off my lap, pulling off his pants and underwear while I get started on my own. As he grips the hem of his shirt, I seize his hand, "Keep the shirt on."

He nods in understanding and crawls back on my lap while I finish with my shirt, throwing it off in a swift movement onto the floor.

I pull up his shirt and poke my head through, eventually making it pop out the top with enough room for us to breathe.

"Hey there," he giggles. I kiss him softly on the lips, pulling our warm skin closer so we're pressed chest against chest, stomach against stomach, lips against lips with my hands on his waist and his on the back of my head.

Neither of us have to say a word to know what we want.

I pull away for a second to spit in my hand to lube myself up, spreading the saliva across myself quickly.

"I don't want prepping or a condom." Patrick whispers quietly, "I wanna feel you... I mean... if that's okay..."

I look up into his dark green eyes and smile, nodding, "Fuck yeah."

I line him up, looking down and making our foreheads bump on accident, he blushes as he pulls his head up, I'm blushing with him but it immediately turns to a more serious mood as he begins sliding down on me.

He shuts his eyes, taking deep breaths like I've taught him over and over again as I feel his pink hole begin to stretch around me, "So good for me, taking it all at once with no prep..."

He moans into my shoulder, eventually biting down to muffle and distract him from the pain.

It doesn't take long for him to bottom out and adjust, I can tell he's in a lot of discomfort but he'll take it for me. He'd take anything for me...

Maybe even a couple vibrators.

Okay, Gee, calm the fuck down

He rises up, gently, wincing, then comes back down once he's come up enough. I press my hands to his sides, guiding each and every thrust until he's began a good rhythm, the pain slowly leaving him.

All we can hear are the unsteady pants coming from the both of us, only making our stomachs twist sharply and our wants to become needs. He lets out a shaky moan, throwing his head onto my shoulder and whispering out a trail of profanities and, "I love you's," and whatever else comes to his mind. Anything he can say, he will as he rolls his hips against mine beside the fire.

"I love you so much, Gee, I love you, I love you, I love you, fuck I love you so much, I'm gonna miss you inside me, I'm gonna miss this... I love you..." he moans softly.

"I'm gonna miss you, too..." I reply, "and I'll give you something to remember me by while you're gone..."

I pull the shirt back up over my head so it cover's only Patrick's shoulders and I press him down into the couch.

"I'll remember you by the pain in my ass. Gerard..." Patrick says rolling his eyes under me, "Am I not fast enough for you?"

"Just... just a little too slow for me. I am gonna miss you, though... I don't want you to go..." I say, my smile fading, "I'm not sure how else to show you and this is the last time for a while–"

"A week, Gerard–"

"And I know how needy you get sometimes and–"

"Oh my god–"

"So we gotta enjoy it while it lasts..."

I smile. Patrick rolls his eyes again, "Excuses."

"You'd be lying if you said you don't want this." I tease.

He pulls me down, a smile in his passionate kiss. His soft lips, his smooth hands in my hair, his green eyes... it'll only be a week but I already feel like it's been an eternity and he hasn't even left yet.

"Tell me you'll call me every night, Skype. I wanna see your beautiful face... I wanna see how you're holding up, okay?" I ask, stroking his cheek.

"Okay, can you fuck me already?" He asks.

I press his wrists on either side of his head and begin thrusting in him at a slow pace,

"Okay, I love you, Sugar..." I whisper, kissing up and down his neck,"If I go too rough, tell me."

His eyes widen but he nods anyway as I pull his legs up on my hips for a better angle and begin thrusting in faster, harder, deeper. Right against his prostate–I can tell by his yelps of pleasure. I squeeze his hips, pulling him closer with each thrust so skin slaps hard against skin and I'm leaving bruises on his squishy figure.

"Gerard!" He moans, grasping at the couch in pleasure. It's so... hot. The way he looks so fucking desperate, he's normally really strong minded but now, in this moment, at this exact time, all his barriers are gone and he's letting himself go. For me.

"Fucking say my name again," I growl in his ear sending shivers down his spine as he lifts his hips more.

"Gerard, fuck," he groans out again, it slips off his lips so smoothly, his voice like heaven to my ears and I can't help but demand for it again.

"Louder, Slut," I growl.

"Gerard!" He yells out as I pound right into his prostate, "Please! Oh god,"

I slap his ass as I keep slamming into him, pinning his wrists down with one hand and watching his back arch in response, tears falling from his eyes but he hasn't told me to stop yet, so I don't.

"Scream." I whisper, breathlessly into his ear, "Scream so the goddamn neighbors hear how much of a slut you are for me. So I they know you're mine."

He doesn't respond right away, he's in such a daze it takes him a moment to process what I just said and when he does, he rolls his hips needily against mine and takes a deep breath.

"GERARD!"

I feel him release across his shirt and on me while I do the same, right against his prostate.

We ride it out, him arching his back with his eyes rolling into his head and his muscles clenching, me nearly blacking out as I collapse on him, shakily, exhausted.

All we can hear is each other's fast breaths, slowing to a normal pace as I bury my face in his chest, too overwhelmed and exhausted to do anything else.

"You did so good..." I hear Patrick whisper much to my surprise.

"Y-you, too..." I whisper, "I love you..."

"I love you, too..."