"For crying out loud." I heard Bert mutter from the hallway, and I paused my actions, making Gerard raise his head and look at me pleadingly.

I pressed a finger to his lips and nodded towards the doorway. He understood immediately, his eyes widening, and when he opened his mouth, I shook my head, moving my finger.

"Guys?" Bert called, and Gerard bit down on his lower lip, thrusting his hips to get some friction from my hand.

"Yeah?" He replied, his eyes closing and his hips moving faster.

"I'm at Jepha's tonight, is that okay?"

"Sure it is!" He leaned closer to me, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I swear to God, if your mouth isn't around my cock within thirty seconds of him leaving, you can get yourself off for the next month."

"Okay, well...I'll call you, and...uh...have a good night."

The front door closed, and he climbed off of me, sitting on the couch beside me, and I swear I went down on him so fast I would've poked myself in the eye if I wasn't careful.

His breathing became ragged as I pulled back, sucking the head into my mouth, and gradually taking more and more in until he was about to hit the back of my throat. My tongue worked on the slit, and a choked moan filled my ears.

I then pulled off, leaving him confused. "Stand," I said, gazing up at me. "c'mon, get up -"

"I can't, my legs are shaking -"

"Fuck, Gerard, please -"

He got to his feet, and I took his shoes and socks off, pulling his pants and underwear off too. He was naked from the waist down, and when his eyes met mine, I whispered, "Take off your shirt."

He was still confused, but obeyed, and soon he wasn't wearing anything. He was heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and I looked him up and down. His only asset was his erection, pre-come smearing the head of his - probably - aching cock. My eyes travelled from it up to his face, and I noticed his hands just dangling by his sides.

I took one and placed it on my head, doing the same with the other one, allowing him to weave his fingers into my hair. I marvelled at his pale skin, marked only by the faintest of silver lines here and there. I could count six, maybe seven at most, on his entire body. He didn't have tattoos, or piercings - his fear of needles prevented that - but I'd noticed last night that he liked tracing the few tattoos I had, admiring the ink on my skin.

His hair framed his face as he looked down at me, his bottom lip being bitten so hard he might've even drawn blood. Gerard Way was a living masterpiece, and I was the only one that got to see it uncovered.

"Can I sit down?" He said quietly, and I nodded.

He perched on the edge of the couch, and I nudged his knees apart, kneeling between them. I kissed up the inside of his leg, his knee upwards, biting and sucking at the skin of his inner thigh. I reached the base of his cock with my mouth, my fingers stroking the inside of his other thigh, and I licked up the underside, hearing him whine.

"Frankie, please -"

He moaned breathlessly as I took him into my mouth again, one hand stroking his inner thigh, the other splayed on his opposite outer thigh. His hands tugged at my hair, and when he pulled particularly hard a few minutes later, I took that as a warning that he was close. Sure enough, soon he was coming into my mouth, the noises he was making causing shivers to run down my spine.

I swallowed before pulling off, wiping my mouth and handing him his underwear. I headed upstairs and into the bedroom, grabbing him some pajama pants before returning downstairs and pretty much throwing them at him. He slipped them on and laid on his side on the couch, patting the space in front of him. I lay with him, on my back, and he wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his face against my neck.

"I've got stuff for dinner." He murmured. "I'll cook in a couple of hours."

"M'kay." I closed my eyes, and he planted small kisses up my neck, landing on my mouth seconds later.

I placed a hand on the side of his face, slipping one of my legs between his. We made out lazily for several minutes, just slow, open-mouthed kissing, hands on each other's bodies...and it felt so good. Just to kiss him, without either of us needing to get off or anything - don't get me wrong, everything sexual with him is fucking amazing, but I was tired, and I had a thing for Gerard's mouth. Don't ask what it was, 'cause I don't know, but...y'know.

He broke the kiss, laying me back on the couch - his hand had been on my ass, pulling me up and closer to him - and brushing my hair from my face.

"Have you got any cigarettes?" I asked, opening my eyes.

"Mm, yeah - shift your butt, babe." He patted my ass and I moved, letting him climb over me and walk into the kitchen.

I got to my feet, following him, and he jumped a little when he turned around, jumping a little when he saw me there. He smiled, ruffling his hair, and he put a cigarette into my mouth, lighting it for me.

"How was work?" I said, after taking a drag of the cigarette and handing it to him to take his own.

He pulled a face before putting the stick to his lips, leaning against the counter. "I'm glad the year's over. I've got some summer classes, but..." He shrugged. "I can finally relax. Well -" he glanced at me, arching an eyebrow. "- if I can relax with you around."

"Wow, thanks. I love you too." I searched through the carrier bags on the counter, finding two large red candles, a box of matches, macaroni, eggs, lemon mousse, an actual lemon, and a loaf of bread. "You buy strange things."

He put the cigarette between my lips, taking the lemon from my hand and setting it on the counter. "Actually, this stuff is quite normal. It's not like I bought lube or anything - I've got enough of that."

I shot him a glare, blowing smoke into his face. "Rude."

"You love me." His eyebrow rose yet again, and I just shrugged, making him laugh. "Mac and cheese okay?"

"Sure." I mumbled around the cigarette, examining the lemon mousse. I glanced up and found him watching me closely. "What?"

The corner of his mouth rose. "Why do you make putting things in your mouth look so good?" I blinked, slightly stunned. "I mean," he continued, crouching down to take a pan from the cupboard. "you even make sucking dick look good."

I had to take the cigarette from my mouth to stop it falling on the floor as my jaw dropped, a blush scorching my face. Ever since I met Gerard, it had become easier and easier to make me blush. I didn't know if it was a good thing.

And then, predictably, I was speaking without thinking...again. "It can't look as good as when you do it, with that whore mouth of yours."

He turned to look at me, his eyebrows rising in a 'did you really just say that' manner, and he set the pan on the counter, taking my cigarette from my fingers. He took a drag, walking towards me, and I stepped backwards, cursing myself when he backed me against the fridge. He put the cigarette out on the countertop, letting the smoke drift out between his lips and into my face.

His lips went to my neck, brushing across the skin and making me shiver. "Frankie," he placed his right hand by my head, and placed his left on my hip. "my whore mouth," his hand slipped into the back of my pajama pants, cupping my ass and pulling my lower body closer. "can do things that I think you're very aware of." His mouth travelled upwards, and then he was whispering in my ear. "And you love to fuck my whore mouth, don't you?"

"Of course I do." I replied. "Sometimes you just take it."

I felt his lips curve in a grin. "I do." My phone rang then, blasting from the living room, and I sighed as he stepped back, going to make the dinner as if nothing happened.

I went and picked up my phone, seeing Brendon's name flashing upon the screen, and I answered the call.

"Hey, what's up?" I said, and I was met with what sounded like sobbing.

"F-Frank, it's Ryan, he - he's in hospital, I don't know what's happening, I don't know what's going on, he - he -"

My heart dropped so fast, it was like it's strings had been cut. "Brendon -" I said, my hands shaking. "Brendon, tell me what's happened, calm down, talk to me."

Gerard poked his head around the door and I hurried over to him, taking his hand and squeezing it hard as I listened to Brendon. "It was just another nosebleed, I was handling it, he seemed okay because he's used to them, and he told me to stop worrying, 'cause he hates me worrying, but then he just collapsed, and I don't know what's happening because the doctors said that he was probably gonna be okay and - and - and he's not okay he's unconscious and I don't know what's going on -" his voice rose to hysteria, and it seemed as though Gerard could see the expression on my face, because he gently prised my hand out of his and left the room.

"Brendon! Bren, are you at the hospital now?" I questioned, watching Gerard hurrying back with two shirts in his hands. He pulled one on and handed the other to me before picking up his keys.

"Yeah - yeah I - I'm outside, his parents are here but mine aren't and I don't know what to do -"

"Listen," I said, as Gerard turned the oven off and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the front door. "just go to where his parents are."

"What are you doing?"

I got into the passenger seat of Gerard's car, still shirtless, my heart racing. "We're on our way."

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