Ship: Gerard/Patrick
Words: 707

(Patrick is late 2009ish, lost a lot of weight during Folie á Deux. Gerard has black hair, right before killjoy era)

"Patrick? I'm home!" I call from the front door just before I shut it and set down my bag.

I hear his footsteps, fast on the carpeted floor as he runs downstairs and into my arms, shirtless. It makes me smile, how much better he's gotten about his body in front of me. It was just two weeks ago when he could barely take off his shirt in front of me and now, he'll gladly take it off...

I kiss his lips, hard. I guess I shouldn't go this hard but I've had a semi hard-on for most of the day and I kind of want him now... really want him right now... no... I need him right now.

I press him against the door, throwing off my shirt in a quick movement and getting started on his pants.

"G-Gee?" He stutters nervously through the kiss.

"What is it, Baby?" I ask, my hand sliding down his front and to his underwear to the growing bulge.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Are you a virgin?" I ask, desperate for him to say no or just to be okay with taking it because I am so goddamn horny right now.

"Y-yes..."

"Can I change that?"

His cheeks go a bright red as I slip off my jeans, "I-I... n... uh..."

"If not it's totally okay," I say taking a moment to stroke his warm cheek. He leans into the touch and shakes his head, no.

I should respect his decision and I know I really shouldn't but I still sigh in frustration.

"Well, if I can't have sex," I pull down his underwear and soon after mine, "Then I'm still making out with you, jump."

He jumps up so his legs are wrapped around my hips, his arms hugging my neck, and his warm, honeyed lips on mine.

I keep kissing him as I walk him past the living room and into the bedroom, letting him fall onto the soft mattress, bouncing softly.

I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart and desperately trying to get this hard-on to go away but... Patrick doesn't seem to mind. He keeps staring at it's honestly starting to make me think he does want me to take his virginity.

I cup his face pressing soft kisses against his lips as I crawl back over him and let my hands trail up and down his chest as I straddle him.

"So beautiful," I murmur before I kiss him again, letting my lips crash onto his and my hands tangle in his hair. His own wrap around my waist as he rolls us over so he's the one straddling me and taking control.

Oh. Okay.

He licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance to which I allow, opening my mouth for him.

Our tongues dance, fighting of dominance and it's a long fight but in the end, he wins and presses my arms to the mattress above my head.

I don't know where it comes from. I don't know why the hell I'm being so submissive, hell, I don't know why I've been so horny all day but the fact that I'm whimpering and basically begging him to fuck me despite the fact he said no is really saying something. I'm a top. Not a bottom. I fuck, I'm not fucked. Maybe it's because I only had two cups of coffee this morning instead of my usual three... that's gotta be it...

His lips trail down my neck, searching around for my sweet spot, right below my ear. It doesn't take long and by the time he's found it, I'm a moaning mess under him: squirming, whimpering, struggling, moaning, squeaking but I'm loving every minute of it.

"Patrick..." I whisper, my eyes rolling back as his tongue flicks over one of my nipples. He chuckles at my submissiveness, still kissing and licking.

"I love you," he whispers, resting his head on my chest tiredly.

"I love you, too..." I reply, stroking his strawberry blonde hair, "Sleep well, Sugar."