Tw for drug use, mentions of alcohol, and implied sex!!

This imagine was requested by @EddiesSlvt666
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Gene fiddled with the sleeve of his jacket, beyond bored as the party around him raged. He wasn't drinking, and he wasn't riding the drug-induced high of his bandmates and other friends. Both of those things were a recipe for being bored, and said boredom was hitting him at full force.

He sighed and got up to refill his glass of water. He watched as Ace practically slammed his face into a line of coke, groaning obnoxiously after he had finished inhaling the powder. Peter laughed at the exaggerated noise, causing Ace to laugh too, causing a whole cackling fit between the two drunken morons.

Gene smiled a little bit, turning on the sink and filling his glass. Those were his friends, and he was more than happy to call them that. But, even though they were enough to bring a smile to his face, they couldn't sway his internal mood. And that mood could only be described with the sound "ugh."

   He previously hadn't been able to place the reason why he was so bored, but as his glass filled, he realized: the culprit of his mood was the fact that he wasn't trying to get with any girl. He hadn't realized before then just how entertaining that was, and how much time it took up.

   There was a reason he wasn't doing that now, though. A certain someone had caught his eye, and suddenly the appeal of every other woman had dropped to zero.

He shut off the sink when the glass was full, taking a small sip. He turned around, and he lurched slightly as he saw that you, the reason his attraction to other girls plummeted, were standing before him. He saw that you were poised to do. . .something. Whatever that position was, it was intimidating. Your fingers were curled into claws, and you had that evil glint in your eye that you sometimes did. He blinked at you before realizing you had intended to spring on him. Regardless of his welcome being less than warm, he was happy to see you.

You frowned at having been discovered. "Damn, I was gonna scare you!"

He rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter. "Really? I thought you were just standing there like that as a routine greeting," he said sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes in return, and he smiled as he realized that you were literally just a female version of him. That would've made for a perfect couple, he knew.

"Shut up," you replied, grinning. You leaned against the counter, too, so that you would be side-by-side with him. "So, how are ya, Gene? Having fun?"

   "Not really."

   You frowned, upset that he wasn't enjoying himself. "How come?" you inquired, tilting your head to the side slightly. "You usually love this type of shit."

   "I know. I don't know what's up with me." For some reason, that lie was difficult to stomach.

   You surveyed the party around you. As a close friend of KISS, you had been to quite a few of their infamous ragers. And, as you looked around, you thought that the party needed a little something. Gene didn't do drugs, so having fun in that regard was impossible. He didn't drink, either, so that was off the table, too. There were plenty of gorgeous girls, though, and you found it odd that Gene wasn't pouncing on them. He hadn't pounced in a while. And every time he passed up on a pouncing opportunity, you became more and more baffled.

   Because of his lack of interest in women lately, you understood why he was bored. There was nothing to do besides watch Ace snort coke until he couldn't snort any more. So, you decided to spice things up.

   How would I do that, though? you asked yourself. You kept sneaking glances at Gene as you thought, and suddenly, an idea popped in your head. Maybe now that no other girl was all over him, you could have your chance with him. You weren't naive; you weren't expecting a long-term commitment. But, because of the intense emotions you felt toward Gene, you just wanted a little taste of him in a romantic way. You knew it may hurt you once he moved on, even though you knew that was inevitable. But, he still was an opportunity you couldn't pass up, regardless of the hurt he might bring.

   So, what about a little seven minutes in Heaven?

The thought excited you, but it also made you a little sick to your stomach. You were a naturally shy person that always bit off more than you could chew in terms of social conquests. Your ideas were bigger than your actions, and you were only spontaneous in theory. When the time came to actually be spontaneous, you'd think of everything that could go wrong and chicken out.

This time, though, you were determined not to let your anxieties get the best of you. You knew you had the capability to be bold; you just had to find that capability from deep within you.

   So, you turned to Gene with a countenance of what you hoped resembled confidence. "What about a game? A game the whole party can get in on?"

   Apprehensive, Gene said, "I'm listening."

   "What about seven minutes in Heaven?" You shrugged, playing off just how serious this game was to you. "Could be fun, right? We could have a person nominate two people to go in a closet and. . .do whatever it is they wanna do." An awkward chuckle escaped your throat, and you inwardly cringed at the noise.

Gene thought about it. On one hand, if the people at this party knew what they were doing, he could be in a closet, alone, with you. He could have an excuse to be close to you. But, on the other hand, he might end up being trapped with some random girl, one he had no interest in. That would be awkward, he knew, and those seven minutes would feel like seven years waiting to run back to you.

But, he knew that he had to agree to this. He was willing to take this risk for just the chance of being alone with you, and he briefly questioned why he let you control him like this.

But, the answer was clear:

If he didn't let you control him, he'd be a fool.

"Sure," he told you. He shrugged. "Not like I've got anything better to do."

You grinned. "Awesome! I'll go rally up everyone." The idea of talking to a whole party's worth of people made your stomach flutter, but you ignored the feeling as you patted his shoulder.

And, with that, you abandoned Gene and walked over to the nearest table, the one Peter and Ace were getting high on. You stepped on top of the table, which effectively got their attention. They wiped their noses of excess coke, looking at you quizzically.

"HEY!" you shouted to everyone.

Everyone abandoned whatever it was they were doing, looking at your form standing atop the table.

Gene realized that you had a similar hold on everyone else that you had on him. Maybe not in the romantic sense, but in the sense that when you requested attention, you fucking got it. There was something about you that made everyone want to listen to you, and listen good; the interest in the partygoers' eyes, and the sheer silence of the group proved that.

   Gene subconsciously shuffled closer and joined the crowd.

   You could hear a pin drop in that room.

   "How about a game to kick things up a notch?" you asked your listeners, a little uncomfortable at being the center of attention. But, you knew that the best way to get over your anxieties was by facing them. Or, at least you hoped. "Anyone up for a little seven minutes in Heaven?"

   A cheer immediately tore through the crowd, and their agreement, while welcome, also made you feel nervous as you realized that a moment alone with you and Gene was within reach. You grinned at them shyly as their whoops died down. "Okay, cool. Um, how about, so it's fair, somebody shouts out two names, and those two people will go in the closet. Oh, and you can't nominate yourself."

   Immediately, a voice piped in from within the crowd. "Ace and Jessica!"

   A chorus of whooping and various "oooh"s could be heard from within the mass of people. Ace looked giddy; he must've had the hots for Jessica, whoever she was. You hopped off the table and stood next to Gene as Jessica hobbled over to Ace. At first, you thought that she was stoned out of her mind just by her walk, and you worried she'd end up making a mistake she'd regret later. But, she was actually just wearing the tallest high heels known to man, and those heels affected her walking. Even without the heels, she was tall, lean, and had bright red lips. Ace licked his own in anticipation, offering her his arm.

   She took it, smiling at him. Her teeth were so white they were almost blinding, and her eyes squinted when she did. She was gorgeous, that's for sure. You looked at Gene, and he hadn't even spared the woman a glance.

   Her face and body were just his type.

   Ace and Jessica walked over to the nearby closet together, and he, in the classic gentlemanly fashion, opened the door for her. With a grateful touch of his arm, she slipped in, and he went in after her.

   The door shut.

   It was silent in the room, and silent in the closet. Everyone was perturbed; usually, at least some conversation was had before jumping into things. But, when faint mutters of pleasantries could be heard from behind the door, you realized that it was very likely that the two had just been staring at each other's silhouettes in complete and utter silence.

   Gene chuckled. "He's got game, huh?"

   You chuckled in reply. "I guess so."

   Everyone was growing disinterested as the minutes ticked by; originally, the possibility of something steamy happening was keeping them excited enough, but now that they knew that Ace and the girl were simply talking, they began to look bored as they started to converse with one another. You hoped that things would get more interesting, otherwise Gene's mood would not improve.

Finally, the seven minutes were over. And, right as they were, Jessica and Ace walked out of the closet. Ace looked embarrassed, while Jessica looked awkward.

As Ace attempted to push past you, you grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. "What the hell was that about, man?"

"She wasn't into me," he mumbled, ashamed. "I asked to kiss her and she said no. Which, fair enough. But, to be trapped in a closet with her after. . ." He shuddered, adding sarcastically, "Great idea, (Y/N)."

"Not my fault you don't get bitches." You shrugged, and Gene snorted from beside you.

Ace raised his eyebrows at Gene's laughter and your comment. "Fine, since you guys wanna be dicks about it. I NOMINATE (Y/N) AND GENE!" he shouted with a devilish grin.

His voice reached the crowd, and they all cheered in what seemed like agreement. Your face flushed at the attention, and at the fact that you'd soon be alone, in a closet, with Gene. You almost had to laugh, though; this was not a punishment like Ace seemed to think. No, this was the greatest reward a girl could ask for.

Gene's insides were tumbling about; he had been anxiously awaiting this alone time. But, he fought to keep his expression neutral to the whole situation. He grabbed your arm and squeezed gently. "It's only seven minutes, we'll survive."

His statement was meant to appease you in case you didn't want to be alone with him, but it only upset him because it most likely gave you the false impression that he was uninterested.

And you did receive that false impression. Reasonably bummed, yet still excited for alone time, you forced a smile. "Yeah, you're right. Let's do it." Because of his believed indifference, you added, "Let's get it over with."

Both of your hearts dropped.

He guided you over to the closet as the partygoers whooped and cheered, and, once you arrived, he opened the door for you, just as Ace had. With a thankful nod, you walked in, and he followed.

He shut the door, and the two of you were enveloped in darkness.

It was close quarters in this closet, you realized. You could feel Gene's chest touching yours, and it made you want to kick open the door and run away screaming; you didn't know if you could handle this type of teasing. After all, you two were so close. . .

"Not a lot of space," Gene commented, not doing much to divert your attention from your touching bodies at all.

"Not at all," you breathed, suddenly sweaty.

As Gene felt your figure against him, a burning desire sparked inside of him: he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to show you just how beautiful you were to him.

He was not the type to beat around the bush. "(Y/N), can I kiss you?" He was afraid of rejection, of course, but what good would holding in his desires do?

You were very taken aback by his request, but overjoyed as well. You quickly ran your tongue along your lips to moisten them and nodded, only realizing that he couldn't see you after a few seconds had passed. "Yes," you said in a rather awkward tone. "Yes," you repeated, trying to sound more sultry but failing miserably.

Gene didn't seem to mind. "Good." He reached his hand out, feeling for what part of you was which. His hand found your check, and he caressed it softly before pulling your face to his. To his surprise, your lips met on the first try. They didn't meet perfectly, though. They were at an odd angle, but that was easily fixable; you both overcame that problem rather quickly as you kissed slowly, relishing in the feelings you felt. Both of you were experiencing the same mental fireworks as the other, and neither of you would trade that feeling for anything.

You could feel yourself wanting him more and more as you two continued to kiss. He's damn good at this, you thought as his hand found your hair, tangling his fingers in it and sighing into your mouth. You knew then that this would never get old, never.

His hand began to slide up your shirt as your own skid down his chest, and you shuddered as you felt his warm palm on your stomach. Mistaking your shudder as one of displeasure, Gene pulled away. "I'm sorry, is this okay? I should've asked you first."

"Yes, it's okay, Gene." You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back in, and he chuckled as he melted into your second kiss of the evening. His hand trailed the lace of your bra, but he did not go any further than that; you two remained somewhere between first and second base, completely content with that given the location of the two of you. But, both of your desires wanted something more than what you were getting.

All too soon, your seven minutes were up, and Ace let you know of this by throwing open the door. "Okay, guys, you've—" He cut himself off as you and Gene broke apart, instinctively backing as far away from each other as you could.

As Ace stared at the pair of you, not saying a word, you mumbled, "Hi."

"Hello," he breathed in return, stunned. "Your seven minutes are up." He seemed to recover some of his wit, for he giggled and said, "Guess this wasn't as much of a punishment as I thought. We all thought you two were just staring at each other like Jessica and I were."

"We were friends before this, dumbass," Gene scoffed, pushing past Ace in order to exit the closet. "If we weren't doing anything gross, we would've been talking. Like friends."

It was at this point that the party caught on, and their excited noises filled the air as you timidly exited the closet, cheeks bright red. "Whose turn is it next?" you asked to remove the attention from yourself.

   "I think you and Gene should go again," Ace teased, giggling.

   "No renominations," you grumbled.

   "Fine."

   Ace then proceeded to shout out two names that you weren't familiar with, and names you forgot the second you heard them. You were too absorbed in your thoughts of the kisses you and Gene had shared, how good they were. How good he was. He had surpassed whatever expectations you had. Your experiment had been a success, and you had finally gotten the romantic dose of Gene Simmons that you had been craving.

   But, even though you had went into this not expecting anything more than kissing, your make-out with him only made you want him as a partner more. It made you feel so emotionally close to him, even though he was stimulating you physically.

   And boy, was he stimulating you. You weren't the type to have hookups, but, even if you weren't going to be with Gene as a partner, you wanted more of him physically. You wanted to go further.

   Reading your mind, Gene gripped your shoulder and muttered, "Wanna get out of here?"

   Your heart was racing. You nodded, and you and him slipped away, running out of the house and giggling like lovestruck teenagers.

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You were at Gene's place.

You couldn't describe the sensations that enveloped you, the sensations brought on by his passion.

You felt emotionally intertwined with him. His pleasure was your pleasure, his body was your body.

Bliss.

You were in Heaven, and, by the way he kissed you and muttered in your ear, he was, too.

And, that Heaven lasted for a lot more than seven minutes.

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   It had been about six weeks since your and Gene's hookup, and life was proceeding as normal. You and him still saw each other often in a friendly way, and it wasn't awkward around him at all. It was perfect, if friendship was what you wanted. But, that's not what you wanted.

   The topic of your little rendezvous hadn't come up once, and, even though that was what you had expected, it still hurt you. Because, to you, that night was a life-changing experience. But, it felt like it was nothing to him. Which it very well could have been. Again, you had expected this, so why was it so hard to bear?

   You had been feeling strange the past few weeks, though. Certain smells were making your stomach turn. You had to pee every five seconds. You were frequently nauseous and even threw up sometimes, far too often for it to be the flu or some sickness that was passing by.

   At first, before the duration of this illness was discovered, you had thought that you had caught some nasty bug. But as the weeks went by, and your period was late, you realized that this was not a bug you were feeling; you and Gene had not used protection, and you were experiencing pregnancy as a result of that. You were sure of it, and had a gut feeling.

   You didn't know how to feel about this possible baby. If you had had a more stable relationship with the father, you would have been overjoyed. But you didn't have a stable relationship with the father, and you didn't know how Gene would react. You wanted this baby to bring the two of you closer together, but because of his partying ways, you doubted it would.

   Still, the idea that a human life was developing inside you made you smile. No matter what happened between you and Gene, you'd be there for this baby. You were emotionally mature enough to handle this, even though the task did seem daunting.

You obtained a pregnancy test from the nearest CVS as soon as you reached your revelation, and were not surprised at all to find that it came back positive. Still, the fact that this baby was no longer a possibility, but a guarantee, made your chest tighten a little; how would you tell Gene?

You knew that waiting would not be a good call. He was the father, he deserved to know right as you knew. So, you called him, suggesting that he come over to your place.

Once you let him know that this matter was too important to discuss over the phone, he was on his way, no questions asked.

He got to your place quickly, knocking on your door about five minutes after he had announced that he would be coming over. This seemed so quick, in fact, that you wondered if he had sped over. Even though that was a casual violation of the law, you found it slightly adorable that he worried enough about you to rush.

You let him in, smiling worriedly at the father of your baby. Again, you would be raising this child regardless, but it would be a lot easier with a father than without. You desperately wanted Gene to seize this opportunity and make you his girlfriend, but if he didn't, you at least hoped he'd still raise this baby with you, even if you two were just friends. That seemed like a lackluster way to live, given the burning desire you felt for him, but it was better than taking care of his child alone.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" Gene asked as he entered the house, closing the door behind him. He laughed uneasily. "You kinda freaked me out on the phone, you know."

"Sorry. I was a little cryptic, I know." You foolishly clapped your hands together, unsure of how to go about dropping this big of a bombshell. You didn't want to make him upset, or trap him in a scenario he didn't want to be in.

"So..? What is it? Come on, you can tell me." He wrapped an arm around you and guided you to your couch, sitting down on it with you.

You took a big breath in before blurting it out: "I'm pregnant, Gene."

   He blinked at you, stunned into silence. This silence lasted an uncomfortable amount of time, so, stomach churning with nerves, you went on. "And you're the father. I haven't slept with anyone else in almost a year."

More silence. For a brief moment, you considered slapping him across the face in order to kickstart his brain. But, before you could act on that, he finally spoke.

"Really?"

And that was all. No change of expression, no optimistic or pessimistic edge to his voice; just genuine, neutral surprise. You could tell nothing about how he was feeling.

You were beginning to regret telling him at all. "Yes, really." Your own voice was impatient; you just wanted to know how he felt.

And then, he smiled.

A big smile. A huge smile. You had to laugh breathlessly, filled with relief at his reaction.

"Really?" he asked again. "I'm gonna be a dad?" His whole body was alight with enthusiasm as he hopped to his feet. "I'm gonna be a dad?"

You stood up, too. "Yes, Gene!" you giggled. "You're gonna be a dad." Just saying those words felt so surreal. This concept was comparable to the fantasies you would fall asleep to each night, and that fact was bonkers to you. You had resigned yourself to lowering your expectations, and not paying those desires any mind.

Excited, Gene enveloped you in a hug.

You hugged back, grinning as relieved tears clouded your vision. However, there was still a missing piece to this conversation, so you couldn't banish all of your nerves.

And that piece was the question of how Gene would be in your life from that point on: romantically or platonically?

You knew what you wanted, but you didn't know what he wanted.

He seemed to have read your mind. He pulled apart from the hug with a sly smile. "I don't see many parents being simply friends with one another. And that's not how I want to live, either."

He grabbed your hands, pressing a tender kiss to both. He was nervous to confess, of course, but the presence of this baby was enough to hurry him along; his dream life was within his grasp, and he had to at least go for it. "(Y/N), I've loved you for a long time now. And I'm ready to be romantically involved in your life, and I'm ready to be paternally involved in this kid's life. I should've told you sooner, but. . .I want you to be my girlfriend."

You could feel the grin spread across your face, and Gene visibly relaxed at the sight. "I've loved you for a while, too, and I'd like to be your girlfriend," you told him. You were gonna have a family. A proper family, one where the mom and dad were in love with each other and their baby.

Gene knelt down and kissed your (for now) flat stomach, and you giggled as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Your boyfriend was going to make a fantastic father, you knew, and your life would be Heaven.