It's been so long since I've driven barefoot it feels like summer

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I smiled when Gerard came home, giving me a hug.

"I made cookies," I said.

"Yeah?" He asked curiously. "How come?"

"Because you're so nice and I started on hormone therapy last week and I'm really happy for the first time in my life," I said.

Gerard smiled and gave me a kiss. I pulled him to the kitchen and fed him a cookie.

"Are these oatmeal raisin cookies?" He asked.

"I remember how you told me they were your favorite," I said. "And sometimes when my dad wasn't home my mom would bake with me and her favorite cookies were oatmeal raisin and we would bake them together. This is her recipe."

"These are amazing, Frankie, oh my god," he said.

I giggled and blushed.

"I wanna cuddle," I said.

"Alright, lemme go change first," he said.

I watched him walk away from me and I found myself standing there crying as he left my line of sight. I don't even know why I was crying in the first place. He was barely in there for five minutes before he came out.

"Baby, why are you crying?" He asked.

"I-I don't know!" I sobbed.

He chuckled, holding me close.

"You just walked away and it made me real sad," I whimpered.

"That's the hormones," he said. "You're basically going through a second puberty so you're gonna have some mood swings."

I sniffled and nodded, wiping my eyes. He picked me up and carried me to the couch, sitting down with me in his lap.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I said.

I kissed him softly, pulling him close. I moaned, tangling my hands into his hair. I straddled his hips, slowly rutting down against him.

"Fuck," he muttered.

His hands ran under my shirt before lifting it up, tossing it aside. He unclasped my bra, pulling my body close to his. I rocked my hips down slowly, tangling my hands into his hair.

"I-I want you to fuck me," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I nodded and Gerard picked me up, carrying him to our bedroom. He kissed my neck and I whimpered, tipping my head back.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Gerard asked as he sat up. "I know that you're kind of not your favorite with your body and if it makes you uncomfortable then we don't have to have sex, we can wait until after your surgeries to do it. I don't want you to have sex with me just because you think you need to have sex with me. We don't have to if you don't want to. I love you and I just want to make sure that you're safe."

"Thank you," I said. "But I do want to have sex with you. I love you so much and you really do make me feel better about my body and about myself."

I pulled him down for a kiss and he groaned. He rocked against me slowly and I pulled his shirt off. Things were quickly getting heated between us and I painted heavily, wanting nothing more than the electrifying touch of his skin against mine.

His lips ran over my neck and I shuddered. He kissed down my chest, his lips wrapped around my nipple. I cried out as he sucked softly, practically driving me insane. His hands ran up and down my thighs and I gasped when his his fingers just barely brushed against the bulge in my panties. Gerard kisses down my body even more. He sucked on my inner thighs and I whined loudly.

"Please," I whimpered.

He pulled off my skirt and panties, wrapping a hand around my erection. I cried out as he took me into his mouth and swirled his tongue around my tip. My hand tangled into his hair, pushing him down onto me. I bucked my hips up and he took me to the base, hardly even gagging.

"Oh fuck, please," I whined. "Please fuck me,"

Gerard pulled off and sat up, pushing off his jeans and boxers. He kissed me roughly and I whimpered as I tasted the saltiness of my own precome on his tongue. He reached into the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube, slicking up two fingers.

"N-no, I just want you," I whined.

"I gotta stretch you first, Babygirl," he said.

Gerard spread my legs a little bit more and ran his fingers over my hole, making me quiver before he slowly pushed one in. I whimpered, biting my lip as he moved the finger slowly. He added a second and it stung a little bit but it wasn't bad. He scissored his fingers and I was left just moaning and whimpering, wanting so much more.

Gerard finally pulled his fingers away and grabbed a condom. I watched him roll it onto his election, biting my lip.

"Why?" I asked. "I-I can't get pregnant."

"STDs, Frankie," he said.

Gerard thankfully spread a generous amount of lube over himself. He held my hips, kissing me softly. Gerard slowly pushed in and I gasped at the sudden pain that shot up my spine. It hurt a lot more than I expected and I whimpered in pain.

"Are you okay?" Gerard asked nervously. "Do you wanna stop?"

"N-no," I whimpered. "I-I just...I just wanna go a little slower."

Gerard nodded and paused, only his tip inside me. I knew it was starting to drive him crazy, he was panting as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. But everyone now and then he would push a little more in and soon he was bottomed out inside me. It hurt more than I had anticipated but slowly the pain started to fizzle away and now all I knew was that I needed him to fuck me.

"I-I'm okay now," I said.

Gerard still moved slow as he pulled out and pushed back on again. It still hurt but after a little bit the pain faded completely. Gerard picked up his pace and I cried out when he hit my prostate.

"There, Baby?" Gerard asked.

He hit that sweet spot again and I moaned, nodding quickly. He picked my legs up, putting them over his shoulders. I pulled at his hair lightly, pleasure washing over me, more intense than I have ever felt in my life. Gerard held me close, our bodies pressing against each other as sweat glistened in our skin.

"Ah, ah, fuck," I moaned.

I was getting close far quicker than I'd like. I wanted it to last for hours, just the two of us in bed together with our love. But I was so close and that little ball of pleasure was twisting and burning and in desperate need of release. Gerard sucked on my neck, no doubt leaving as many bruises as he could.

"I love you," he muttered, his hot breath fanning over my skin in the most perfect way possible. "I love you so much, fuck."

He kept up the quick pace, pounding into me harder and harder. I wanted to scream from how good it was, from how much I just wanted to be filled with the pure ecstasy.

"I-I'm close," I muttered. "I-I'm so close, fuck."

Gerard nodded and I knew he was as close as I was. I just kept moaning and rocking my hips. I didn't want it to end but I felt that burning pleasure running through my body. My back arched and I moaned as I came, grabbing onto the sheets. Gerard groaned, pounding into me as I was pushed over the edge of pure bliss.

"Ah, fuck," I whined. I didn't even know my voice could be this high pitched.

It wasn't long before Gerard came and he rode us both through our orgasms. He pulled out as I panted, my body going slack against the mattress. Gerard took off the condom and disposed of it. He grabbed a tissue and wiped off my stomach and threw it away before cuddling up to my side.

"F-fuck," I whimpered.

"Are you okay?" Gerard asked.

I nodded. "I love you, That was the best sex of my life. Fuck."

He gave me a kiss and I smiled.

"I love you too," he said. "I love you so much, Babygirl."

I giggled happily at the nickname and cuddled up next to his side. I felt a twinge of pain and whimpered.

"My ass hurts," I muttered.

"It won't be so bad after a while," he said.

I bit my lip and looked up at him. His cheeks were still flushed and he was staring up at the ceiling with a small smile on his face. I kissed his cheek and he looked over at me with a smile.

"You're so pretty," he muttered.

He caressed my cheek gently, holding me close. I closed my eyes, humming happily. I felt so peaceful for the first time in my life.

"I love you," I whispered. "Thank you for everything. I don't even know how to repay you for everything."

"Just having you here with me is enough," he said. "Because I love you so much and I'm so glad I have you in my life."

"I'm really glad that you helped me to realize I was trans because I was just so unhappy with my life," I whimpered, my eyes watering. "And now I'm on hormone therapy and I'm transitioning and I'm happier than I ever have been. I owe that all to you, I owe my whole life to you. And I know you say that just having me is enough but I feel like there's more that I could be doing because you're the one who works and buys me close and pays for my medical bills."

"Well, there is one thing I could do," he said. "Make more of those cookies? Those were like Heaven in my mouth."

I giggled happily and nodded. "I love baking and now I finally have someone to bake for. I feel like the stay-at-home wife making pies for her beautiful husband. I like it."

"There are some feminists who would hate you for that," he remarked.

"Why?" I asked. "Are you a feminist?"

"Of course I am," he said. "Women should be equal to men, they're just as good, if not better, at every task that a man does. But some women hate other women who just want to be stay-at-home moms and stuff like that because they just sort of think that women should all be and aspire to be in high power positions and girls shouldn't want to just stay home with their children and cook and take care of the house even if that's just what they want to do."

"That doesn't make sense, feminists are supposed to support and encourage women so why would they discourage them for just wanting to be moms?" I asked.

"I don't know," he mumbled.

"I don't think it would be so bad to be a stay-at-home mom," I said. "When I was little and people asked me what I wanted to be then I would always tell my mom I wanted to be a mommy. I still want to be a mom."

"We can still freeze some of your sperm if you want some of your own kids, it isn't too late," he said. "And if you decide you don't want to then that's okay because you can just get rid of the sperm."

"Yeah, I think that sounds like a good idea," I said. "We should do it soon before the hormones prevent me from being able to have kids."

"You would be a great mom," he said.

I gave him a soft kiss, cuddling up to his side.

"You okay?" He asked. "I really didn't wanna hurt you at all."

"You didn't," I promised. "It was amazing."

Gerard smiled and held me close and I quickly fell asleep in his arms.