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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Gerard_Way/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Gerard_Way, OFC, Frank_Iero, Mikey_Way, Ray_Toro, Donna_Way, Donald_Way,
      Minor_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_I'm_Not_Okay_Video, High_School, Prom, Awkward
      Flirting, First_Kiss, First_Time, Vaginal_Sex, Virgin_Gerard_Way, Loss_of
      Virginity, Basement_Gerard_Way, Fluff, Smut, Eventual_Smut, Falling_In
      Love, My_Chemical_Romance_References
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      Published: 2018-01-18 Words: 22491
****** I Think I Might Be Okay After All ******
by PumpkinPie_(Bulsara)
Summary
     I'm Not Okay AU or how some asshole got Gee a girlfriend.
Notes
     This is my first fic in this fandom and English isn't my first
     language, so please go easy on me.
     Disclaimer: I don't own anything and this work is purely fictional.
See the end of the work for more notes
Cecilia Carmichael was not your average teenager. She was the one wearing ratty
school uniforms, that looked as if they were older than herself. Therefore, she
wasn’t exactly the most popular girl at Belleville High. Ever since her first
day, she had been the odd misfit with the strict braids from St. Peter's
Orphanage a few blocks down the street. Whilst other teenagers spent their
evenings drinking and partying, she sat at “home” and read stories to the
younger children. All the cool kids were listening to the latest music, wore
the fanciest clothes, went to see movies, et cetera. Cecilia had an old piano
to play when no one else laid a claim on it and the shitty pop music the nurses
would listen to on the radio. Oh, and there was a small selection of books for
all the children to read, but the most recent one was still ten years old and
by now she had gone through all the interesting ones a million times. So there
wasn’t exactly much to do these days, except for homework, playing with the
little ones and helping the staff with some of their work. Maybe it would have
been different if she had had any friends, but hers was an all-girls orphan’s
asylum and she couldn't find a connection to the others her age. Apparently,
there was no room for anything besides makeup, what little clothes and jewelry
they had and boys in their petty minds, so she kept to herself and counted the
days until her eighteenth birthday in July.
Cecilia's day had started out bad and progressively gotten worse after that.
Every morning she had to walk for half an hour or so to get to school, because
the orphanage was always short of money and wouldn’t buy bus tickets for them
with highschool in walking distance. Only today it had rained cats and dogs and
they had been totally drenched when they had finally gotten there. Of course
her locker had been bust open and some assholes had thought they were being
funny by soaking the clean set of clothes she kept there for occasions like
this. She had spent the morning freezing, even though it was June. It had
gotten so bad, that she had hardly been able to take notes throughout biology
due to her clammy fingers and her math teacher had even excluded her from
class, because she could not control the shattering of her teeth. Just great,
they had been doing revisions for their finals next week and she just had to do
good at those, because her only chance at going to college was winning a
scholarship! So yeah, today was a bad day. At least she had used the second
half of the period to dry her clothes a little at the ladies’ restroom and was
now marginally warmer. Thank god for electric hand dryers.
Around lunchtime it had finally stopped raining. The yard was just as chaotic
and noisy as usual, but by now she had learned to dismiss the constant noise.
She was listlessly nibbling at the tasteless, dry cheese sandwich they were
given for lunch each day, when she heard it. As the odd one out, she always
seemed to be the last one to catch on to any news around school. Most of it
didn't concern her anyway, but this was different. “Have you heard? Everybody’s
talking about how Chuck’s gonna pay anybody who takes Tampon Top to Prom!”,
some girl was cackling at the table next to the tree she hid behind. Tampon
Top. Cecilia hated, hated, hated that nickname! So she had fiery red hair, what
was the big deal? Obviously, that was all those kids needed to bully her. Well,
that, the fact that she didn't even know the names of her parents and her
hideous uniforms. Anyway, she wasn't even as hurt as usual, because her brain
was still struggling to process what had actually been said.
“Are you serious?!” “Why would he do that?” “Alright, who in his right mind
would ask her out without an incentive?” “It’s not as if she had anything to
offer by herself!” “Oh come on, his father might run a big company, but Chuck
doesn’t have that much money!” “Have you seen her today? Like a drowned rat!”,
the others immediately chimed in. Their words were like little spikes, that
stabbed her. Was she really that ugly? What had she ever done to them?! Cecilia
was already at the verge of tears… again. Just like pretty much every day for
the past four years. Thank god there were less than two weeks left of this
hell. “Hey, just let me finish! He said he’s gonna pay any guy fifty bucks, who
takes her to Prom. BUT! If the guy manages to fuck her and take a photo to
prove it, he will pay him five hundred dollars!”, the first voice proclaimed
smugly. Whoever it belonged to probably looked like a cat who had swallowed a
canary. Cecilia didn't pay attention to the following conversation about her
physical shortcomings, but tried her best to remain calm. So… Chuck, richest
guy of her year and bully extraordinaire, had taken it upon himself to have
someone rid her of her virginity. Well, actually it was so absurd it was funny.
Did all these people have nothing else to worry about!? Like, the finals they
all had to sit next week? She didn't even wonder why he would do something so
ridiculous, probably just because he could.
However, the most pressing matter right now was the fact that no doubt five
hundred dollars were a pretty convincing argument to overlook some of her flaws
and ask her out. Actually she had not planned to go to Prom at all, there were
so much better things she could spend her money on. Not that she had very much,
but she had saved it all for college, just in case she ever got to attend one.
The tickets were somewhat affordable, but buying a fancy dress and all the
stuff she would need seemed utterly pointless when there was no one she wanted
to celebrate with. Unfortunately, this stupid dare (or whatever you wanted to
call it) definitely changed things. They all were only students and most of
them were broke like all the time. She could think of at least ten guys, who
would do a hell of a lot for five hundred bucks and certainly not take no for
an answer. Some might even show up at the orphanage and drag her to Prom,
whether she came along willingly or not. Alright, what could she do? Cecilia
threw her half-eaten sandwich back into her lunchbox and bit her lip while
mulling over her possibilities.
She would decline the invitations she was going to receive, but she wouldn't
have a single moment of peace unless she found herself a date. Someone of her
own choice, ideally someone she trusted not to rape her for money. For now, she
tried to deny the fact, that she would be asking out one of her peers before
the end of the day. Panicking wouldn’t help at all. Okay. Focus. She had to
tackle this logically. It had to be someone, who wasn’t spoken for so far. For
the first time ever, Cecilia wished she had paid more attention to those stupid
who-with-whom conversations, that had taken place non-stop a few weeks ago.
This really was last minute and she had no idea who was even available.
Alright, maybe a different approach. Was there someone she could trust?
Probably not, since she didn't really know anybody well enough to really judge
their character. But… there was one guy she would actually want to go with. If
she had to choose between all the males of her year, it would always be him.
Even better, she had not heard anything about him having a date, yet. She
peered around her tree and slowly got up.
Lunch break was drawing to a close and the table closest to her had already
been deserted. Thank god for that. Cecilia looked around and swallowed when she
set eyes on the lonely, slumped figure in the far corner. By now only a dozen
people were still hanging around the tables and she had not even ten minutes
left to get to her English class. Alright. She could do this. Deep breaths and
one foot in front of the other. The distance between them shrank at an alarming
rate and by the time she reached him, she still had absolutely no clue what to
say. He didn't even notice her. As far as she could see, he was completely
focused on a small sketch-book in his lap. Cecilia eagerly took the rare
opportunity to point-blank look at him.
He was pale and always had been, she couldn't remember ever having seen him
with a tan. Shoulder-length black hair framed an expressive face. It wasn't as
angular as his brother’s, but he still had quite distinctive cheekbones, a
pointed nose and a defined chin. His tongue peeked out between soft lips and
his brow was furrowed in concentration as his pen flew over the paper. To
Cecilia he was utterly beautiful. She finally mustered the courage to mutter:
“Uhmm… Gerard?” His head snapped up and the most magnificent hazel eyes she had
ever seen met hers. Alright, she had his attention. How hard could it be to ask
the guy you’ve had a crush on for years to go to Prom with you?
 
~~~ Gerard's POV ~~~
 
Gerard could only stare at her. As far as he knew, they had never even
exchanged a single word, although they shared a few classes. Her name was
Cecilia, she was a loner, one of their year’s best students and lived in the
orphanage a few blocks down the road, but that was pretty much all he knew
about her. In fact he had never even really taken a look at her, she kind of
disappeared in the crowd. But now, that she stood right in front of him, his
eyes wandered over her graceful figure. Her uniform was well-worn, slightly too
big and a little damp in a few places, probably remnants of the fucking
downpour earlier today. Finally his gaze rested upon her face and he found
himself completely hypnotized by her ice blue eyes. It was a color he had never
seen before, so bright and pure. Her long lashes shone in the midday sun and
cast soft shadows on milky white skin, covered in light freckles. Gerard’s gaze
wandered down to her lush lips. He swallowed when perfectly white teeth bit
down on it. She seemed to be nervous about something, at the verge of freaking
out, but he had absolutely no idea what it could be.
“W-would you… would you go to Prom with me?”, she finally asked him in a shaky
voice while a pink flush crept across her cheekbones. Gerard barely resisted
the urge to pinch himself, he was at an utter loss for words. Well, that was
unexpected, to say the least. What the hell!? Usually he avoided those stupid
parties like the plaque, he had never been there and didn't plan to break that
habit in his final year. But for whatever reason his head nodded his consent
and he stuttered out: “Uhm… yeah… why not?” Fuck, what was wrong with him?!
What had been in that sandwich his mum had made him for lunch?!
Cecilia let out a long breath and gave him the sweetest smile. His stomach did
a somersault and he actually smiled back. “Thank you so much, that means a lot
to me. Uhm… I better get going or Mr. Biersack will rip my head off. See you!”,
she said and took off in a hurry. Gerard shook his head in a vain attempt to
clear it and glanced at his watch. When he finally realized how late it was, he
swore, flung his stuff into his bag and sprinted towards his chemistry class.
Damn it, he was completely off track. Had he seriously agreed to go to Prom?
With a girl he actually didn't know at all? Just fucking great, the guys were
gonna have a field day. He just barely made it through the door before the last
ring of the bell. Luckily Mr. Lazzara, their teacher, was not there yet, so he
managed to quietly slip into his seat in the last row. Frank and Ray, his best
friends, who were sharing his table, gave him odd looks. “What’s wrong, Gee?
You look like shit!”, Frank whispered in a concerned voice. “Thanks, Frankie”,
Gerard immediately shot back and rummaged around in his bag for his folder.
“Have you heard that Chuck’s gonna pay whoever goes too Prom with that little
redhead… what’s her name… Celia or something?”, Ray asked him quietly, for
their teacher had showed up after all and was giving them the umpteenth ‘These-
exams-are-important-but-none-more-than-my-subject’-speech. “What the hell are
you talkin’ about?”, Gerard muttered while cautiously glancing at Mr. Lazzara,
who had proceeded to writing equations onto the blackboard. “Seriously, dude,
you don’t pick up on anything, do you? Apparently he’s been bragging about it
all day, everyone is talking about it! He’s gonna pay 50 bucks to whoever takes
her to the dance and five hundred if you manage to fuck her afterwards and take
a photo to prove it!”, Frank explained while copying the task they had been
given into his folder. Holy shit! “How sick is that?!”, Gerard hissed back, but
apparently a little too loud, because he caught Mr. Lazzara's death glare and
ducked his head. The rest of the period passed in silence, but his mind was
racing a mile a minute. Why had she asked him out? He didn’t get it, like at
all. Gerard was unusually quiet for the rest of the day, but luckily Frank and
Ray didn’t notice, they were totally engrossed in speculating who would end up
pocketing Chucks reward.
When his last class came to an end – fucking finally – he quickly bid them
goodbye and practically ran out of the door. All his brooding had led him
nowhere, but he just had to know why she had asked him of all people. Gerard
was confused as hell and waited by the front doors. Hopefully she had not left
already! For once he was lucky, he spotted her only a few minutes later. She
was talking to some guy, one of the juniors, if he remembered correctly, and
she didn’t seem to be too happy about it. Now the bloke actually laid his arm
across her shoulders. That was when she looked decidedly uncomfortable and
tried to wriggle out of his grip. Gerard huffed out a breath and walked towards
them. He had no idea why he was doing it, but he ended up asking: “Cecilia, are
you ready to go? I wanted to give you a ride home, remember?”
Her head snapped around, an expression of pure gratefulness upon her face. The
guy begrudgingly let her go and looked him up and down as if he were some
disgusting insect. Gerard didn't bat an eye, he simply gave him a challenging
look and took Cecilia’s bag. She hid behind his back and he had to admit,
protecting a girl from some idiot was kind of a good feeling. Strange, but
good. “Come on, let’s go”, he said with a crooked smile and guided her towards
the parking lot with his hand hovering over the small of her back. He really
would have liked to touch her, but he had no idea whether he was allowed to,
especially after that fucking retard he had just saved her from.
“Thank you”, Cecilia murmured as soon as they were out of earshot. “You’re
welcome”, Gerard replied earnestly. “I just knew this was going to happen, he
was the… fourteenth guy who asked me today? The fifteenth? I’ve already lost
count”, she grumbled while kicking a stone into one of the bushes, that lined
the parking lot. “Yeah, about that… I’ve actually wanted to ask you why you…
asked me. I mean, you don’t even know me!”, he blurted out and fumbled for his
keys before unlocking his silver Subaru XT. Man, he never would have thought he
might actually be glad his mom had blackmailed him into washing it last weak.
The things he did for a tankful... “You don’t have to drive me, you know?
Really, thank you for getting rid of that idiot, but I’m gonna be fine”, she
said instead of an answer. Gerard pointedly looked up to the sky, that was
already clouding over again. Thunder was rolling somewhere in the distance and
it had cooled off considerably. “… or maybe not. Thanks again”, she said with a
crooked smile and climbed into the passenger seat.
“You didn’t answer my question”, he remarked as he pulled out into traffic.
Cecilia sighed and bit her lip. “You’ve heard of Chuck’s stupid dare? Look, I
heard some girls talk about it during lunch break and I just knew that loads of
guys were going to ask me out, but that they all were going to be after the
money and nothing else. So I decided to do this on my terms and ask someone I
actually like instead of being dragged to that stupid party by one of those
neanderthals”, she finally explained, but it did absolutely nothing to clear
the chaos in Gerard’s head. Hang on. “You… y-you like me?”, he stammered like
some fucking freshman on his first day at high school. Smooth. Very eloquent.
“Well, sometimes I’ve seen you help some of the freshies when they get bullied
and I know that, unlike others, you rather sit by yourself and write some stuff
than parade around school as if you owned the place”, she answered in a tight
voice. Gerard’s face was aflame, he had no fucking idea what he was supposed to
say to that. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time anybody but his
parents, brother or two best friends had said anything so nice about him.
“Umm… I a-actually… draw… like, a lot. Pretty much all the time”, he offered
weakly when the silence became unbearably tense. “What do you draw?”, she asked
in a genuinely interested voice. “Cartoons and some… random stuff. I’d like to
go to art college after… well, after… all that stuff”, Gerard babbled. God, he
sounded like some fucking retard. “Oh, I’d love to see them sometime. I mean…
if you want to show me. I love comics, but we don’t get any pocket money and I
saved nearly all I earned during summer breaks for college, so…”, she trailed
of and awkwardly stared down onto her hands. Wait… like, none at all? She
didn’t get any money except for her fee for holiday work?! Gerard was at a loss
for words. Again. Damn, his family wasn’t too well off either, but he did get
the occasional extra from his granny and his parents gave them each a little
bit every month. All of a sudden, he felt incredibly spoilt in comparison to
her. And he realized that he had never really appreciated what he had always
taken for granted.
Before he could stop himself, Gerard offered: “Well, I’ve got band practise
today, but I could show you tomorrow… If you want to. Like, I could pick you up
from school and… you could come to our house?” Hang on. He had not said that
out loud, had he? Shit. Nobody but Mikey, Ray and Frank had ever seen his
cartoons. No one! But the way she beamed at him made his stomach flutter and he
instantly grinned back. “I would love that. I haven’t seen anything but the
orphanage and school in forever”, she exclaimed, still smiling. Wow. She said
it as if it was no big deal, but Gerard would go nuts within a week if the
house in front of them was anything like he imagined it to be. He had parked
next to a rusty gate, that partially obstructed the view into a bleak concrete
courtyard. The building itself had definitely seen better days as well, one of
the windows was held together by some kind of tape and the once white fassade
was crumbling and greying. Gerard had definitely never appreciated, that he had
grown up in a loving home with a brother, his own room, even if it was in the
basement, and an actual garden. Hell, he even had his own car!
“You’re playing in a band?”, she asked excitedly and stared at him with wide,
awestruck eyes. Holy shit, nobody had ever looked at him like that! “Uhm, yeah,
with Ray and Frankie and Mikes. We don’t have a name or anything and we don’t
have a drummer either, but… yeah”, he tried to explain. Maybe ‘band’ was a
little bit of an overstatement, but still. Theoretically they were a band,
right? “That’s so cool, what do you play?”, she wanted to know. Yeah, about
that… “I’m actually the singer. Well, I tried to play guitar, but I’m crap at
it”, he mumbled. Wow, two full sentences without stuttering. He was kinda
impressed by himself. “What about you? I mean… do you… play anything?”, he
uttered, immediately falling back into the awkward stammering, that seemed to
be pretty much persistend around her. ‘Damn it, get a grip, man’, he admonished
himself, but was interrupted by her soft voice. “We have an old piano in there
and one of the educators teaches me a little when she has time. And I love
singing, but only to myself, I could never do that in front of people. But are
you going to play somewhere anytime soon? I really want to see that!”, she
asked him in return. Gerard swallowed. This entire conversation was so weird!
He had not expected that much interest in the stuff he did to pass the time.
“Umm, well, we’d need a drummer first, but… I’ll tell you as soon as I know …
okay?”, he proposed and was rewarded with another one of her bright smiles and
a flip of his stomach.
“Thanks again for the ride”, she finally said and opened her seatbelt. Gerard
just smiled awkwardly and managed to say: “See you tomorrow then?” She nodded
enthusiastically and squeezed his hand, that rested on the gearshift, before
opening the door, jumping out in the rain and shouting: “See you tomorrow,
Gerard!” He watched her run into the house, covering her head with her uniform
jacket and jumping over the puddles, that had formed on the sidewalk. Somehow
he felt shaken to the core and his hand was still tingling where she had
touched it. This afternoon had tought him humility. Gerard glanced at his watch
and swore before starting his car again and driving as fast as possible through
the thunderstorm and to Frank’s house, where they usually met for band
practise. His friend lived with his mother and was a single child, unlike the
rest of them. Besides, his room was the biggest, therefore it had kinda become
tradition to meet at the Iero's for jamming.
When he finally made it, he was fucking late. That was nothing new, especially
not in his case, but Frank lived like two minutes from highschool. By foot. So
there was absolutely no logic explanation why he should be more than fifteen
minutes later than the others. Frank’s mom opened the door for him and he
trudged up the stairs and into his room. “What the hell, Gee?! We were waiting
for you! Where the fuck have you been?”, his brother demanded to know and threw
him a nasty glance. Oh fuck, he had not even thought about how his friends
would get here in this weather. They looked like drowned rats, even Ray’s afro
had succumbed to the rain. “Shit, guys, I’m sorry. I thought Ray’s car...”, he
tried to apologize, but his friend cut him off saying: “Man, you know it broke
down last week! My brother drove me to school today, but I was kinda counting
on you to take me home!” Damnit. Alright, he had messed up, there had been not
a single thought inside his head besides Cecilia.
“Hey, what’s that dumb grin supposed to mean?”, Frank chimed in while rummaging
in his closet for some dry clothes. Shit. He wasn’t grinning at all! “And where
the heck have you been?”, Mikey repeated. His brother looked really pissed by
now. “Looks like I’ve got a date for Prom. I drove her home and she’s coming
over tomorrow and… oh fuck!”, he tried to explain until he remembered the state
of his room. There was no way he could let her in there tomorrow! Shit! Ray was
grinning like a ceshire cat, Frankie was doubling over with laughter and Mikey
yelled “What the fuck?!” at the top of his lungs. “Are you serious?”, Ray asked
immediately after that, but Gerard simply gave him an annoyed look. He had more
important things to do than watch Frank lose it completely. By now his friend
was lying on the ground, gasping for air. “Listen, guys, can we just cancel
practise today? I really have to clean my room...”, he asked and was rewarded
with totally dumbstruck looks on both Ray’s and Mikey’s faces. “Clean your
room. You?!”, was all his baby brother said, before he grabbed his bag and his
bass, yanked Gerard down the stairs and demanded: “Tell me everyting, dipshit!”
As soon as they got home, Gerard got hold of a roll of garbage bags and
descended to his den in the basement. Now that he paid attention to it, the
smell was pretty bad. Piles of laundry were stewn all over the room, with empty
bottles and candy wrappers scattered inbetween. His desk was overflowing with
half finished sketches, some of them joining the mess on the floor. Even his
bed was littered with random stuff, games, books, whatever. Alright, this was
going to be a fucking long evening. He started by stuffing his dirty clothes
into a bag and carrying them to the utility room. After the third and last
tour, he could actually see more than a few patches of the carpet for the first
time in a while. To his surprise, Mikey was there when he came back, collecting
the bottles and tossing him a garbage bag. “Get to work, you can’t let her in
here like this! I don’t even know how you manage to walk through all this shit
without tripping all the time!”, his brother ordered in a stern voice and laid
down in order to peer underneath the bed. What the hell?! Where had that come
from? Since when had his baby brother discovered his inner mother hen? “Dirt
tracks, you kinda get used to it after a while”, Gerard murmured and startetd
picking up all the junk and dirty dishes. It really was kinda disgusting.
He had never been bothered by the state of his room, but Cecilia had been so
eager to see something else besides school and that horrible place she called
home, that he wanted to… impress her? No, not that, but he wanted tomorrow to
be a good day for her, even though he didn't quite understand why. Maybe out of
compassion or something? Alright, their conversation a few hours ago had been
kinda nice, although in a weird way. And he could still picture her smile as if
she were standing right in front of him. There was a strange, tingly feeling in
his stomach, that had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was
starving. “What in the name of God is going on here?” His mother’s voice drew
him out of his musings. She stood in the doorway, slack-jawed and her eyes wide
in shock. Gerard rolled his own and huffed indignantly. He had gotten the
message, okay? And he had spent the last couple of hours cleaning up his mess,
so what was the big deal?
They had even opened the tiny window, his desk was nearly tidy and he was
fucking dusting, for crying out loud! Mikey had just finished arranging his
Star Wars action figures on the newly cleaned shelf by his bed. All he had left
to do, was going over the carpet with the vacuum cleaner and maybe scrub a
little at the stains various snacks had left on the couch over the years.
Without all the crap littered everywhere, the room actually seemed to be a
whole lot bigger, Gerard had never realized how much space he had down here.
“Gee's got a giiiirlfrieeeeend”, his brother explained in a sing-sang voice.
Gerard groaned and threw the duster at him. “She's not my fucking girlfriend
and you know it, dickhead”, he ground out trough gritted teeth and shot him a
death glare.
“Gerard Arthur Way, I will not have any such language in this house!”, his mom
scolded him. Well, at least she had finally gotten her shit together. “Sorry,
mom”, he replied half-heartedly and closed the window. He really could do
without a horde of fucking mosquitoes in his room tonight. “But she's still
coming over tomorrow!” Mikey simply did not know when to shut up, never had and
probably never would. “Oh my, when did you intend to tell me that, young man?”,
his mother asked him with her hands stemmed into her hips. Uhmm like... not at
all? “Listen, mom, she only wants to see my comics, I'll pick her up after
school, show her my stuff and that's it! Wipe that stupid grin off your face,
Mikey!”, Gerard tried to defend himself. His mom looked like Christmas had come
early and squealed, actually squealed like a fucking teenage girl. Lord have
mercy, what had he gotten himself into?! “Nonsense, my dear boy, if you're
going to have a girl come over tomorrow, I'll cook something nice and I'll
clean that sofa of yours, you're going to need new sheets and maybe I can do
something about that carpet...”, she started babbling and was out of the door
before he could do so much as blink.
What on earth was happening?! And by the way - ‘my dear boy’? Gerard fought the
urge to gag. She had not called him that since he had been like nine years old
and he hadn't missed it at all! Damn, tomorrow was gonna be a nightmare! “Does
she have a name?” There she was again, attacking his poor old couch with some
kind of foam and then scrubbing at it as if she wanted to rip off at least
three layers of fabric. “No, she doesn't, they gave her a number!”, Gerard bit
out sarcastically. He was rapidly developing a headache and losing patience
even faster. “Oh come on, get over it! I’m your mother, I’m allowed to be
excited when you finally bring home a girl for the very first time!”, his
mother exclaimed, pointing her brush at him instead of her index finger. Great,
just great. Gerard had a feeling he had grossly underestimated the consequences
a short, awkward conversation during lunch break could have.
“Her name is Cecilia, she's a senior, she asked Gee to Prom today and he said
yes”, Mikey said by the door. Alright, Gerard was gonna kill him! Suddenly his
mom gave him a bone-crushing hug and ruffled his hair! No one would ever find
his brother’s body… Gerard flipped him off behind their mother’s back, and
pulled the index finger of his other hand in a very obvious motion across his
throat. Mikey burst out laughing, blew him a kiss and made a run for it before
he could escape their mom’s clutches. She was blabbing about some bullshit like
buying a suit and flowers and what his date was going to wear and washing his
car… hang on – again!? Gerard facepalmed hard enough for his eyes to water.
Someone kill him. Like, right now, please!
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
He surveyed the yard, searching for a certain redhead. Gerard had been looking
forward to lunch break all day, but he was kinda nervous, too. Last night had
been horrible, he hadn’t slept at all, his brain simply wouldn’t shut up. So he
had gotten up an hour earlier than usual, taken a shower, shaved and maybe even
swiped a bit of his dad’s cologne. Cleaning himself so thoroughly on two days
in a row was something of a rarity. Anyway, being awake so early definitely had
its benefits, because he had been able to fully appreciate the cranky zombie-
bitch his brother was before his first cup of coffee, something he usually
missed due to being in a similar state. At least the little fucker had agreed
to get home by himself today, so Gerard didn’t have to give him a ride. That
was the very least Mikey owed him for yesterday evening, their mother had spent
two whole hours polishing his room until it shone. She had even changed the bed
linen and added half a million pillows he didn't need. This irrational affinity
to useless textiles had to be a women’s thing, for he didn’t get it, like at
all.
Finally, Gerard spotted a flash of red a few meters away. He instantly leapt to
his feet and took off towards her. By the time he got there, she was surrounded
by three different guys, who were all trying to ask her out, going on and on
without a break. God, Gerard would never go so low, he did have some self-
respect! "Hi, want to sit with us?", he asked her casually, immensely proud at
himself for not stuttering. Her smile lit up her entire face and oh, there was
that weird feeling in his stomach again. Damn, falling sick right before the
finals would be shitty timing! “Gerard! Thank you, I’d love to”, she replied
and he just had to smile right back at her. She seemed so genuinely happy to
see him, but he still hadn't done anything to earn her… affection? Nope, wrong
word, that sounded weird. Whatever, she turned around to the guys she had been
talking to and said: “For the last time: I’m not going to Prom with you, I
already have a date! Now leave me alone and go back to your little girlfriends
with the fake lashes and fake smiles, they will miss you already. And Justin, I
know for a fact that you’re going with Selena. This is low, even for you.”
After that, she tossed one of her thick, long braids over her shoulder and
ditched them. Then she gave him an affectionate look and followed him back to
the concrete stairs, that had kinda become their spot over the years. Gerard
had not expected to be excited, but it was actually a good feeling to introduce
a girl to his friends. Who would have thought? Not that she was his girlfriend
or anything, but still. “Guys, I guess you know who Cecilia is. This is Mikey,
my little brother, he’s a junior, and these two idiots are Ray Toro and Frank
Iero, my best friends”, he said while slumping down in his usual spot. “Uhmm,
hi, nice to meet you all”, she murmured and gingerly sat down beside him.
Gerard had a damn hard time not laughing out loud at Frank’s and Ray’s faces.
Toro was looking back and forth between them, his brow furrowed and his fingers
scratching his wild brown curls. Frank, on the other hand, simply stared at him
with eyes wide as saucers. They sat in absolute silence until Cecilia
deadpanned: “Are they always that chatty?” That was it, Gerard couldn’t take it
anymore and neither could Mikey. He burst out laughing, barely resisting the
urge to snap a photo of his friends looking like dumb and dumber. He was so
going to draw this later!
“So...”, Ray began, but was immediately cut off by Frank. “She’s your date for
prom?!”, the small guy blurted out incredulously, apparently still in shock.
Gerard couldn’t remember the last time he had been so smug about anything, even
though it wasn’t even his merit at all. “Yeah, but she asked him”, Mikey added
in mischievously. He would have smacked the skinny little shit across the head
for that, if his brother hadn't sat so far away from him. “Alright, come on,
tell me more!”, Ray chimed in and Gerard gladly let Cecilia retell yesterday’s
events. In the meantime, she pulled a slightly dented lunchbox out of her bag,
that emerged to contain two puny cheese sandwiches and an apple. He looked down
into his lap at the banana, the carrots, the tuna sandwiches and the pack of
salted pretzels his mom had prepared for him and couldn't help but notice the
difference. Maybe it would actually be a good idea to invite Cecilia to stay
for dinner today.
Just as he had offered her some of his carrots and shared the banana with her
(he had blatantly ignored his friend’s odd looks), a huge guy came walking
towards them, his eyes fixed on Cecilia as if she were his prey. He was one of
the football-players, at least six foot five and Gerard was no stranger to his
so-called humor. It involved quite a lot of bags emptied all over the
classroom, people stuffed into lockers (Frank, preferably, since he was short
enough to fit in quite comfortably) and all kinds of more or less creative
nicknames. His name was something with D, maybe Duncan or David… whatever.
Anyway, he didn't even get to say a single word, because Cecilia immediately
exclaimed: “Don’t even waste your breath, tripping me up in front of the entire
school still hasn’t become funny since last week. And no, I’m not going to prom
with you.” Mr. D actually looked surprised that he had been turned down, but
that didn't stop him from saying: “Listen, that was just for fun, but...” They
never got to hear what he was about to say, because Cecilia shot up from the
grass and hissed with a snarl: “What part of ‘no’ didn’t make it into your
thick skull? Let me spell it out for you again: N-O! Like, no! I’d rather go
with a skeleton from science lab, it would make so much more intelligent
conversation than you! And by the way, I already have a date, so tell all your
friends to leave me the fuck alone! Now kindly piss off and find yourself a
dumb little barbie doll to show off!”
The guy shrugged and stated: “You don’t know what you’re missing!” She snorted,
looked him up and down and said: “Did you know that anabolics shrink your
balls, reduce your sperm count and cause erectile dysfunction? I’m pretty sure
I can do without that.” Gerard felt an overwhelming sense of pride rise within
himself. She was awesome and so beautiful in her fury, pearly white teeth bared
and icy blue eyes ablaze. He couldn't tear his own away from her. It was a damn
good feeling to be the guy she had chosen to spend that evening with and he
vowed here and now to make it special for her. He would even wash his goddamn
car again and let his mom buy him a fucking suit if that helped. Apparently D-
something couldn't think of a witty reply to that and toddled off, fucking
finally. Cecilia sat down again and rummaged around in her bag before pulling
out a sheet of Paper, some tape and a permanent marker. She wrote ‘No, I’m not
going to prom with you!’, fixed a bit of the tape on top of it and put it on
her back, facing the yard. “I really hope that helps, he was number 27, today
I’ve counted and I swear, at least half of them were sophs or freshies”, she
explained and went right back to eating her sandwiches, as if nothing had
happened. Gerard simply couldn't help the wide grin, that spread across his
face. “That bit about anabolics was fucking great”, Frankie said after a while
and they all shared a good laugh before they had to head back inside for their
next classes. By the time Gerard slumped down in his chair, he was already
counting the minutes until the day would finally be over and he'd have her all
to himself again. He didn't even try to fight the thought, that he would very
much like to actually have her for real.
Needless to say, he was the first to leave the room as soon as the bell rang.
Today he had parked his car right in front of the gym, since the girls of their
year had P.E. every Tuesday during the final period. Gerard never would have
thought that one day he would be one of the guys, who were casually leaning
against the hood of their cars while waiting for their girl, but he kinda liked
it. Especially the part of someone besides his family and two best friends
wanting to spend time with him. As soon as she set eyes on him, her face lit up
with that smile he had already come to think of as his. His stomach did that
thing again and a tiny voice inside his head whispered that he might not be
falling sick after all, at least not the way he had understood it so far. Just
like himself, she had already changed out of her uniform and wore a high-
necked, knee-length tartan dress with a big white collar. To be honest, she
looked exactly like one would imagine a girl living in a state-run institution
to look like, but he actually found it kinda cute. Okay, Gerard had probably
never used that word before, except when it came to puppies or stuff like that.
He started walking as soon as he noticed another guy going for her. Luckily, he
got to her first and conspicuously took her bag. To his utter surprise (okay,
shock was kinda more on point), she slid her delicate hand into his and started
asking him about his last classes. The guy miraculously backed off and Gerard
took a deep breath before admitting that he hadn't been able to concentrate all
that much. Neither could he now, the feeling of her hand in his was too
delicious and all he could focus on. He had never held hands with a girl
before. Well, actually he didn’t touch people at all, like, nobody but his
friends and family. Unless he had to, of course, that was one of the reasons he
hated P.E. that much, he would never become a judoka.
As soon as the door of his Subaru closed behind her, Cecilia let out a quiet
sigh. “I’m gonna be so glad when this will be over and I never have to see
those idiots ever again”, she exclaimed with her eyes still closed. “Same
here”, Gerard chuckled while starting the car and pulling out of his parking
spot. All of a sudden he was nervous again. He knew she had been looking
forward to seeing his comics and he really, really didn’t want to disappoint
her. “Uhmm… I was wondering… what kind of m-music you like?”, he finally
managed to say. Just great, the fucking stammering was back. Another sigh.
“Look, they are really strict at the orphanage. We have a radio, but the nurses
decide what stations we listen to, because they don’t want us to fight over it.
The problem is, that the youngest of them is like fifty or something. So all we
get is shitty old pop music. Okay, there is one, who sometimes plays some Rock
’n’ roll, but she only works part-time and is hardly ever there”, she explained
after a while. Gerard’s mouth fell open and all of a sudden, he had a really
hard time focusing on driving. “Are you serious?!”, he gasped incredulously.
Remember how he had thought he would go insane after a week if he had to live
like her? Scratch that, three days would totally do the job.
When he glanced over at her, she shrugged, but there was a smile playing on her
lips. “Well, that’s why I bought an old portable CD Player and earphones at a
thrift store two years ago. But I only have some of the basic stuff, like
Michael Jackson, Queen, Elvis and the Beatles – in other words, people even
I’ve heard of. I’m hiding it underneath a loose deal board beneath my bed and
only take it out at night. But don’t tell anyone, there are some people from
the orphanage at school, who would dob me to the nurses in an instant”, she
admitted sheepishly. Gerard really wanted to say ‘That’s my girl’, but that
sounded kinda creepy, so he bit his tongue and went for: “Sneaky, I like it.”
She laughed at that, giving him another stomach-flutter.
“Oh, it’s not that interesting. But I never even asked you what kind of band
you actually play in yesterday, did I? You only said that you were the singer,
played with your friends and your brother and that you needed a drummer,
right?”, she dismissed his compliment, but he still caught the faint blush,
that crept across her cheeks. “Uhmm… yeah, we play quite a lot of… stuff.
Mostly punk rock, but that kinda sucks without a drummer. We do covers, but
we’re gonna try to write some of our own songs this summer. Don’t know how that
will turn out, though”, Gerard answered after a while. He was slowly overcoming
the stuttering, thank god for that. By the way, he couldn’t help but be kinda
pleased, because she remembered pretty much every single thing he had said
yesterday. “I’d love to hear them”, she said quietly. Luckily for him, he
didn’t have to come up with an answer to that, because they had arrived at his
parent’s house.
It wasn’t much, but it was home... and thereby more than Cecilia had ever had.
Gerard cautiously took her hand again and led her through the door. Thank god
his parents were still out working. He showed her around the kitchen and the
living room, before descending to his basement bedroom. Fuck, he had never been
so nervous before! She stood inside his sanctuary and took everything in as if
it were everything she had ever dreamed of. “I would kill for a room like
this”, were her first words after what felt like an eternity. Gerard released a
breath he had not even realized he had been holding. “Uhmm… glad you like it”,
he muttered in response and dropped their bags into a corner. “Like it? This is
so much better than I imagined!”, she said with bright eyes and a his smile. A
warm, fuzzy feeling spread throughout Gerard’s chest and suddenly he couldn't
wait to show her his drawings. Therefore he grabbed some of the sketch-books he
had carefully sorted yesterday and slumped down onto the couch. She was by his
side in a heartbeat, pulling her stocking-clad feet up underneath her dress. It
was nice sitting like that with her, somehow… homey? And it felt so fucking
right! Gerard shook himself out of his weird thoughts and opened the first
book. She scrambled closer and reached for it when he offered it to her.
“Oh my god, Gerard, this is so beautiful! I wish I could draw like that”, she
whispered and carefully turned the pages with her fingertips. He swallowed and
awkwardly shifted in his seat. Gerard didn’t need a mirror to know that he had
probably never blushed so violently in his entire life. But damn, it felt good!
Was that what they called a praise-kink? It seemed to him as if every
compliment, that left her luscious lips, made him grow another inch. Not what
you were thinking! Like, all of him, goddammit! At some point her fingers
sneaked back between his and he gave her hand a soft squeeze. She was still
absolutely over the moon about his doodle and for the first time in forever he
felt like he had accomplished something really good all by himself. Gerard
readily answered all her questions and realized once again how little she knew
of all the things, that belonged to his life like Mario to Princess Peach.
Like, superheroes, Star Wars or some movie scenes he had recreated. Eventually
they made it to his most recent sketch-book. Gerard held his breath when she
flipped open the cover. Not even his friends had seen that one yet, it wasn’t
even half finished. A few days ago he had had a dream of a marching band or
some kind of procession and this was what had arisen from it. He imagined it to
be some kind of life after death, maybe an intermediate dimension between life
and whatever was waiting for all of them on the other side.
“You really have a gift, Gerard, this is crazy. I can’t even imagine what
you’ll do once you’ve finished art college”, Cecilia said with a warm glow of
admiration in her icy blue eyes. She looked a him as if he had hung the moon
and, fuck yeah, he couldn’t get enough of it. This was so new to him, all of
it, but he would be damned if he didn’t enjoy it as long and as thoroughly as
possible. Silence stretched between them, but it was neither awkward nor
uncomfortable. They sat on his old, battered couch, gazes locked onto each
other’s eyes. He couldn't have looked away if his life had depended on it.
“Gerard?”, she whispered after a while and broke their eye contact in order to
look down at her hands. “D-Do you… have a girlfriend?”, Cecilia stammered in a
manner, that was usually reserved for himself. The question was so absurd that
he snorted in bitter amusement and answered: “Never been asked that before.”
She didn't move at all, as if she was still awaiting an actual answer, even if
to Gerard it was painfully obvious.
“No, I don’t. I mean, look at me, who would want me anyway?”, he finally said
with a heavy sigh. It was true, though. No matter how this afternoon was easily
one of the best he had ever had, hoping for anything more than friendship from
her was just plain fucking stupid. He was this pale weirdo with the greasy
black hair, who liked D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet,
but could neither swim nor dance or do karate. He should know better. “Well… I
do”, she whispered so quietly, that he nearly would have missed it. Gerard's
rapidly down-spiraling thoughts came to a screeching halt as his head snapped
up and he stared at her. What the bloody hell?! She couldn’t mean what he
thought he had heard! “What?”, was his admittedly very eloquent response. She
swallowed heavily before repeating: “I do. Not… like… have a girlfriend,
obviously, I’m not into… uhm… I mean, like… want you.” Gerard was at an utter
loss for words. Shouldn’t the guy be the one to make the first move? “Look, I
get it if… it’s okay if you don’t… w-want me like that and I know that w-we’ve
only really gotten to know each other yesterday, but… uhm… I’vehadacrushonyou
foryearsnow and I’dliketobeyourgirlfriend”, she stammered as he had sat rooted
to the spot for an entire minute or more. She spoke faster and faster towards
the end, Gerard could hardly make out the words, but he did catch her meaning.
His brain was in overdrive and would not give him even the slightest hint at
how to react to a declaration like this, so he went with his gut and pulled her
into his arms.
He could literally feel her releasing the breath she had been holding. Cecilia
melted into his embrace and rested her forehead in the crook of his neck. It
was strange and new, slightly awkward due to the uncomfortable angle, but
Gerard was completely overwhelmed with endorphins. This was the most intimate
he had ever touched a girl and it felt fucking amazing, even though it was just
a hug. “I’d like that. I… like you too”, he finally managed to say and was
rewarded with a quiet sigh and her snuggling up to his side. There was no way
he could tell how long they had been sitting there, it could have been a minute
or half an hour, but at one point she drew back and gave him his very own
smile. Gerard involuntarily smiled back and carefully caressed her cheek with
the tips of his fingers. He felt her breath catch in her throat and could
literally see her racing heartbeat pulse at the side of her slender throat.
Somehow he stopped breathing altogether and swallowed before slightly leaning
in. Gerard desperately kept his eyes open and tried to estimate whether the
angle was right or not as her delicious lips drew closer and closer. He could
feel her shallow breath ghosting across his skin, there were only a few
millimeters left between their lips.
“Gerard, come up for dinner!”, his mom yelled down the stairs. They jumped
apart as if stung by an adder. Gerard gasped for air and met Cecilia’s shocked,
wide-eyed stare. But then she threw back her head and bubbled over with
laughter. Gerard couldn’t keep it together anymore, either. “Damn it, timing!”,
he chuckled and shook his head. For all her enthusiasm for him bringing home a
girl, his mom wasn’t exactly helping her own quest to play matchmaker. “Would
you like to stay for dinner?”, he asked his girlfriend. Fuck, girlfriend, how
had that happened so fast!? “I’d love to. Thank you”, she answered and wiped
her eyes, still sparkling with mirth. God, she was so beautiful! Gerard let her
climb the stairs first, so that he could subtly rearrange his clothes without
her noticing. As innocent as it had been, that almost-kiss had given him a
raging boner and he needed neither her nor his mom to see it. Thankfully, the
jeans he had changed into before waiting for her in the parking lot were not
too tight and his Iron Maiden shirt was long and would cover most of it. This
was going to be a long dinner. And he had not even taken his mother’s
inevitable embarrassment into the equation, yet.
Actually Gerard had wanted to introduce her to his parents himself, but his
mother beat him to it. Just typical. “Oh, you must be Gerard’s girlfriend!”,
she squealed as soon as they entered the living room. He heroically suppressed
the urge to facepalm while watching his brother giving in to the very same at
the other side of the room. Fuck, he was so glad she actually was his
girlfriend by now, otherwise this would have been the epitome of awkward. Which
it still might become, mind you, this was his mom he was talking about! “Yes,
my name is Cecilia Carmichael”, she said with a polite smile, squaring her
shoulders and raising her chin. She was so brave and a lot more so than Gerard
himself. “Uhmm, this is my mom Donna and over there is my dad Donald. And
you’ve met Mikey during lunch break”, he saw to the remaining introductions.
“Nice to meet you. And thank you very much for the invitation”, his girlfriend
officially greeted his parents, who came over to shake her hand. Gerard could
tell they were pleased by her good manners.
Next he caught his brother’s questioning gaze. Mikey really was the master of
silent eye brow communication, no one else could express so much with a single
shift of his facial expression. Hang on, I thought she was not your
girlfriend?, was written all over his forehead as he furrowed his brow and
slightly narrowed his eyes. Gerard gave him a wink and a wide smile
transmitting You’re not quite up to date, Mikeyway. His brother’s face split
into a huge grin and he fondly shook his head as if he wanted to say I totally
knew this would happen, dude. Whatever. Their quiet exchange was interrupted by
his mother, who exclaimed: “Oh, you are welcome, dear, I’m so happy one of them
finally manned up and brought somebody home, they are eighteen and seventeen
years old, for Christ’s sake, and that’s never happened before!” “MOM!”, Gerard
cried out in horror and unison with his brother. God, with family like this,
who needed enemies? He really, really wished the ground would open up and
swallow him. “Well, then that’s a first for everybody”, Cecilia chimed in and
broke the awkward tension. She gingerly took his hand and squeezed it with a
reassuring smile. Gerard had absolutely no idea how he ever deserved her, but
he was so fucking grateful, that it was her by his side right now.
Luckily, they were saved by the ring of a kitchen timer his mother must have
set and she hurried off to take whatever out of the oven. “You must excuse my
wife. She means well, but sometimes her enthusiasm can be a bit overwhelming”,
his dad said with a sheepish grin and an inviting gesture towards the table.
“There is nothing to excuse, Mr. Way”, his girlfriend replied and Gerard
carefully pulled back a chair for her. He had no idea whether he had done it
right, but his dad gave him a proud look, so he had probably gotten it okay.
Damn, he never would have expected this evening to turn into so much emotional
stress! His mom brought out a huge pot of Lasagna and started loading
everyone’s plates. Gerard couldn’t help but grin in anticipation. He considered
himself American, but when it came to food, he definitely couldn’t deny his
Italian roots. Hence his addiction to pizza. Thank god his mother’s side had
been dominant in that aspect, he couldn’t imagine drooling over this haggis
stuff. That was cooked in a sheep’s stomach, for fuck’s sake! Even if his dad
was proud of being Scottish, he really didn’t want to even come near that.
His mom said grace and he tried not to stuff his face with food like he usually
did. Even Mikey was at his best behavior and their mother’s borderline shocked
face was totally worth the effort. She glanced back and forth between them and
opened her mouth several times as if to say something, but she never did. At
least it distracted her from Cecilia and Gerard was thankful for that. His
girlfriend was busy making small talk with his dad, anyway. He could tell his
old man was genuinely charmed by her and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. This
whole thing had gone way better than he had anticipated. The rest of the meal
went off without a hitch. After having fed them up with her great lasagna, his
mom produced a pot of tiramisu. Damn, he definitely would invite Cecilia over
again as soon as possible, if it meant being spoiled like that! Actually he had
planned to take her back down to his room as soon as they had finished desert,
but somehow they ended up staying for coffee. To his utter surprise, his
girlfriend had never had any before. Jesus, he couldn’t believe it! Gerard
really didn't want to imagine having to live without his drug of choice. If he
were to pick three items to take to a lonely island, coffee supplies would damn
well be one of them! He offered her to try a sip from his cup before getting
her own. That earned him a look from Mikey, that said Oh my god, if he’s
sharing his coffee, this is getting serious! Yeah, his brother could totally go
fuck himself.
By the end of the evening, Cecilia was on a first-name basis with both of his
parents. Gerard was so fucking relieved that they got along so well, he had
feared the worst. But as great as it was, he wanted to have her all to himself
again. “Do you want to go downstairs again? We could watch a movie or
something”, he proposed after a while. She gave him his smile and answered:
“Sounds great, but I think I should call the orphanage first, I didn’t expect
to stay out so late.” Gerard bit his lip and contemplated his possibilities for
a second, but then he just went for it. “You now, you could stay the night if
you want to. I’d sleep on the couch and you could have the bed”, he whispered
into her ear. He could practically feel the heat, that radiated off her cheek
as she blushed. Damn it, he could already sense another twitch in his crotch.
She was gonna be the death of him. “I’ll have to ask permission for that”, she
finally said, biting her lip and looking up at him through her long lashes.
Damn, that didn't exactly help the crotch situation, like, at all.
While his girlfriend was on the phone, Gerard busied himself with preparing
some snacks in the kitchen and his mom carried some extra bedding down the
stairs. He arranged a few cans of soda and a big bowl of popcorn on a tray and
took it back into the living room. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to eat all that
by himself. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Cole! No… yes, I promise. Thanks again…
yes, good night”, Cecilia said with a huge grin on her face and hung up. “I’ve
always been so jealous of all the other kids, who had friends, that invited
them for sleepovers”, she admitted sheepishly and blushed yet again. Gerard
found it utterly adorable. “Let’s go, I already have a movie in mind and it’s
pretty long, so we better get started”, he suggested and breathed a sigh of
relief as soon as the door to his room shut behind them. “I like them”, she
remarked while studying his admittedly quite meager DVD-collection. He couldn’t
help but smile at that. “And they like you, especially my dad. But I’m actually
really glad my mom didn’t smother you to death with all that enthusiasm”, he
replied as he sat everything down onto his desk.
“Is there anything you need for tonight?”, he asked her courteously. Damn, he
was actually pretty impressed by himself for even considering the fact that she
might want a nightgown or whatever girls needed for sleeping. Come on, wasn’t
that grown up and responsible? “Uhmm, well, I packed my toothbrush, but I
didn’t bring any clothes. I’ll change at school tomorrow, I have something in
my locker. Could you borrow me a shirt for tonight?”, she murmured sheepishly,
blushing yet again. Gerard swallowed. The mere thought of her wearing his stuff
resulted in images, that were definitely not g-rated any more. Since he didn’t
know what to say, her gave her an old Misfits shirt of his and proposed: “What
about The Lord of the Rings? We could start with the first movie and watch the
others some time these days?” And yes, he had definitely chosen a trilogy on
purpose. Therefore he had an absolutely foolproof excuse to invite her here
again. Twice! She beamed at him and said: “Oh my god, I’ve been dying to see
this! That’s my favorite book!” Gerard grinned back. He would definitely help
her develop her nerdiness!
A few minutes later they sat next to each other on his bed, propped against the
mountain of pillows his mom had put there and okay, Gerard begrudgingly
admitted that the blasted things did have their perks. This was far more
comfortable than leaning against the wall with nothing inbetween. Galadriel’s
voice started explaining how the rings of power were forged and Cecilia leaned
forwards, an expression of pure wonder gracing her features. So beautiful.
However, Gandalf had just arrived at Bag End when he noticed the goose bumps on
her arms. Even in June, his basement was always kinda chilly, especially at
night. He was really glad for that during the hot months of summer, but it
seriously sucked balls in winter. To the point of him moving in with Mikey and
sharing a bed with his brother. Gerard carefully pulled up a blanket and
wrapped it around them both. She sighed quietly and immediately shifted closer.
Cecilia looked up at him through her lashes and murmured: “Uhmm, Gerard, would
it be okay if we… like, cuddled up a bit? Only a little! I’ve always gotten
cold very easily and...” She trailed off towards the end, but well, she’d never
have to beg him a second time for that.
He tried to smile reassuringly and lifted his arm in a silent invitation. She
shifted even closer and snuggled up into his side, her head resting in the
crook of his neck and her body pressed up to his for warmth. Apparently she
really was cold, Gerard even felt the chill of her hands through his t-shirt.
He pulled up the blanket and tugged it in around her shoulders. She sighed
contentedly, gently rubbed her cheek against his shirt and relaxed into his
touch. But damn, it felt good! Gerard had never experienced anything like it
before. He tried his best to remain calm and took a deep breath in order to
control his body’s reactions to her. Fuck, that had been a bad idea. She was
close enough for him to smell her. Her scent was an intriguing mix of soap,
clean clothes and something subtle underneath it all, something he could only
describe as utterly female. It was intoxicating, to say the least. Gerard
really had to focus on the movie and slightly bend his knees. There was no way
in hell he would let her see what she did to him, especially now, not even a
day into their relationship! However hard it was, he would not scare her away,
just because his fucking cock couldn’t behave!
Gerard spent the entire movie watching her and trying his very best to reign in
his fucking prick. Needless to say, he failed miserably. Cecilia was so
beautiful. How had he not even noticed her before she asked him out yesterday?!
He was so utterly captivated, that he even forgot about the popcorn he had
made, only when he had to exchange the first DVD for the second did they help
themselves to some soda. Every single one of her emotions showed on her
expressive face. Amusement when Merry and Pippin blew up the dragon
firecracker, genuine shock when the ring wraiths butchered the empty beds in
the prancing pony and pure wonder when the hobbits finally reached Rivendell.
She was crying when Gandalf fell down the bridge of Khazad-dûm and sobbing when
Boromir died in Aragorn’s arms. Her tears did funny things to Gerard. He
cradled her to his chest and whispered soft nothings into her ear, but actually
he wanted to punch someone for making her cry in the first place. Luckily it
was over pretty soon after that. ‘I’m glad you’re with me.’ The movie's last
sentence hit him square in the chest. He was so fucking glad she was with him.
She probably could have had every single guy at school, but she had chosen him
as her date for Prom. If things had gone differently, she might be with one of
those assholes right now. The mere thought of her in someone else’s bed made
his chest tight and his hands shake. Gerard held her close. God, how he wanted
to kiss her! To never let her go again, to make her his! He wanted this to work
so badly, whatever it was, that was developing between them.
“Thank you so much, Gerard, you have no idea how much that meant to me”, she
whispered while the credits rolled and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand.
“Glad you liked it”, he replied and kissed the top of her head, cause it just
felt right. Only afterwards did he realize what he had done. Shit! He could
feel himself freaking out, but she played it absolutely cool and simply stated:
“How the heck did they even film that? I mean, all those orcs? Or the eye? And
the size differences, aren’t the hobbits played by fully grown actors?” He
couldn’t help but smile at her curiosity. “Well, there’s quite a lot of bonus
material, like, three hours or something...”, he said, quietly smiling to
himself. Yay, that gave him an excuse to invite her over at least five more
times! She looked up at him with literal puppy dog eyes. Oh shit, he was in
fucking trouble. She probably could make him do anything if she gave him that
look.
“Tomorrow?”, he proposed and was rewarded with a blinding smile. Her eyes
sparkled in the low light, her entire face was aglow with happiness. How had he
even managed to find himself this heavenly creature for a girlfriend? “I’d love
to, Gerard!”, she whispered. Damn, the L-word and his name in one sentence! He
really hoped to hear those three words from her one day. For real. Fuck, what
the fucking hell was wrong with him? How had she turned him from a tough punk
kid to a cinnamon roll so quickly? His head was spinning and he was seriously
afraid his exploding blood pressure might blow an artery somewhere. “You know,
y-you can call me Gee. All my friends do, but just if you… want to”, he
stammered meekly, just to say anything at all. Her smile got even wider and she
slightly shook her head. “But your name is so special! I love it, it’s so
unique and sensual”, she protested with pouty lips. Holy shit, that was even
worse than the puppy dog eyes! But – sensual? What the heck! It was only a
name, for crying out loud! “It is. It’s so beautiful, just like you”, she
insisted. What!? Never before had anyone but his grandma called him that. And
grandmas didn’t count, they were kinda biased.
However, every witty reply he might have come up with died at the tip of his
tongue. Gerard just didn’t have it in him to object when she was taking in his
face with such… awe? Reverence? He didn’t deserve being looked at like that.
All it took to confirm that was a glance into the next mirror. There was
absolutely nothing special about him, he had neither Mikey’s striking features
nor Frankie’s easy smile or Ray’s strong build. He was so fucking ordinary and
he had no damn idea what she even saw in him. Still, the way she looked at him
had his stomach flip and his breath hitch. And suddenly it just… happened. All
at once she was shockingly close to him. She stretched a little and her lips
hovered over his. Gerard didn’t dare to do so much as breathe. Was this going
to be it? His very first kiss? They sat like this for quite a while, frozen it
time. The tension quickly became unbearable. Fuck it, he was the guy! He should
make a move on her, not the other way around! Up until now it had somehow all
come from her, except for his inapt invitation to come over today. That gave
him the courage he needed to close the distance and carefully cover her lips
with his.
The first tentative contact sent a shiver down his spine. God, it was so soft
and warm! He immediately pulled back and hesitantly leaned in again when she
didn’t flinch or slap him or something. The second time was even better, he
dared to push a little harder into the kiss and wrapped both arms around her
shoulders, one of his hands gently caressing her hair. She sighed against his
mouth and melted into his embrace. Gerard had no fucking clue what he was
doing, so he went with his gut and tried to turn off his brain, that kept
worrying about stuff like bad breath and too much saliva. Her gorgeous lips
parted a little and he should probably do something with his tongue at this
point, but he was too chicken to try it. He would definitely not ruin his first
kiss by making a fool of himself. But still, he carefully sucked at her bottom
lip and could actually taste her for the very first time. God, he never would
have thought he would enjoy this so much! She tasted like innocence and the
soda they had had, it was fucking great. Gerard’s body urged him to go for it
and take all he could get, but his mind was screaming at him that neither of
them were ready for more. He really wasn’t.
You’d think that eighteen years were more than enough time to come to terms
with the idea of actually having sex with a girl, but apparently not in his
case. Gerard had always been a loner, he simply did not do people. This entire
thing with Cecilia was so out of his comfort zone, he didn’t even recognize
himself anymore. He needed time to get his shit together. And even more than
that, he needed a long talk with Frankie, because he knew for a fact that,
unlike himself, his friend had gotten rid of his virginity a while ago. Yeah.
He had to do this right, he owed her that much. Therefore he gently pulled back
and cupped her cheek in his hand. Cecilia's eyes were still closed, but she
smiled softly. “We should probably go to bed, it’s nearly midnight”, Gerard
whispered quietly. His cock was rock hard and cursing him for his gentlemanly
behavior, but he stayed strong and kept his distance. Not today. They had only
really known each other for a day and he wanted their first time to be more
than a quick fuck. He wanted it to mean something. Damn, she had really turned
him into a softie!
“Okay. I’ll go to the bathroom then”, she readily replied. His girlfriend
crawled out from under the blanket, but before she slid off the bed, she gave
him the sweetest kiss to the cheek and murmured: “That was the perfect first
kiss.” And then she grabbed her bag and the shirt he had given her and was out
of the door in the blink of an eye. Gerard stayed back, completely dumbstruck.
Okay. Apparently he wasn’t a hopeless case when it came to kissing. Who would
have thought? He collapsed into the fucking mountain of pillows his mom had
piled onto his bed and had to fight down a bout of hysteric laughter. That had
been it? For years he had been panicking over having to come close to a girl
and avoided any situation that might have led to it, but it had been
surprisingly… pleasant. Alright, who was he kidding, it had been fucking great
and he was still achingly hard because of it. Still, it hadn’t been half as
frightening as he had always imagined it to be and that kinda gave him hope
that he might survive actual sex without having a panic attack. He could do
this. It was Cecilia. Beautiful, understanding, innocent Cecilia. She wouldn’t
judge him. And she’d never laugh at him if he made a fool of himself. Gerard
took a deep breath and got up in order to rummage through his wardrobe for
something to wear to bed. He usually slept naked, but that was out of the
question for today, so he settled for some old shirt and a pair of loose
boxers. Yeah, that might work. At least his fear of failure when it came to sex
had taken care of his erection, thank god for that.
A few minutes later he tried to get comfortable on his old, battered couch. It
was kinda strange hearing her soft breaths in the bed next to him, usually
there was nothing but the faint noise of traffic and sometimes the snore of one
of his friends to distract him from sleeping. “Umm… Gerard? Are you still
awake?”, she whispered half an hour, three minutes and twenty six seconds after
they had said good night. Gerard had spent the time staring at the bright red
numbers of his alarm clock and trying in vain to fall asleep. “Yeah, I am”, he
said and propped himself up on one of his elbows. “Well… I’m actually still
quite cold and I was wondering if… you could, like… sleep with me? I mean, NO!
I mean… sleep next to me!”, she blurted out. He swallowed hard, but couldn’t
help but smile to himself. “S-sure”, he replied readily and got up. Gerard
spread his blanket over her petite body and took a deep breath before he
slipped underneath hers.
The bed was definitely a lot more comfortable than the couch, but he was so
fucking tense, because his body was hyper aware of her closeness. Cecilia
immediately scooted closer and ended up with her head on his shoulder and one
of her hands on his chest. She snuggled up to his body and nestled her cheek
down into the crook of his neck. Oh god, this was too good to be true! Her warm
body next to his felt as if it belonged right there, so damn right. Gerard
hesitantly wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and pulled her closer. Was
that okay? He had no fucking idea. This was probably the moment he normally
would have freaked out, but somehow her hot, regular breath against his skin
was utterly calming. He couldn’t keep his eyes open and his frantic heartbeat
calmed down. Gerard didn’t even realize it, but withing seconds all the
emotional stress of the day took its toll and he was out like a light.
 
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Two weeks later he was pacing around his parent’s living room. The past few
days had been the most confusing, stressful and exhausting, but also the best
ones of his life. His mom had paid a visit to St. Peter’s Orphanage and asked
Mrs. Cole, the director, to let Cecilia spend the last few days of term with
him. Gerard had no idea how she had managed to convince the old harridan, but
in the end she had given in and allowed his girlfriend to stay at his family’s
house. He had been over the moon, it was actually kinda scary how quickly he
had gotten used to her presence by his side. Anyway, for the most part they had
spent their days studying for the finals. Gerard had never been an A-student,
but he really had tried his best and Cecilia had definitely helped him a lot.
Before she had come into the equation, these exams had been hardly more than a
necessary evil, but now he wanted to do good. For her. She had been so patient
when she had explained that Math crap to him over and over again. He’d just
never get it. Whatever. In exchange he had supported her a little in science
and art. It had worked really well and he had a feeling that he never would
have survived that last week without her. So yeah, studying together had kinda
saved his sorry ass, he never would have put that much effort into it by
himself.
Actually living with her had been even better. They still slept in his bed
together every night and even waking up had become somewhat bearable, because
now it was to her beautiful face. Gerard would die for her sensual good-
morning-kisses. Those usually led to his newly found habit of showering every
goddamn morning. Yeah, showering. Him. Every morning. He still couldn’t quite
believe it himself, but he kinda didn’t want to be smelly around her and he had
grown to love the way she played with his hair and tenderly scratched his
scalp, so he tried to keep the greasiness at bay... You totally bought that,
didn’t you? Bullshit, the shower was pretty much his only chance at jerking
off! And he really needed that, otherwise he probably would have found out by
now what color came next after one’s balls had been blue for too long. The
problem was that they were together pretty much 24/7 (he definitely wasn’t
complaining!) and he simply couldn’t ignore how much she turned him on any
longer. Only thinking about her now made him half hard within seconds. So yeah,
he definitely needed his morning wank. Even though every time he turned up for
breakfast freshly showered, his mom gave him odd looks. Oh, and Mikey
mercilessly laughed and hurled all kinds of innuendos at him whenever he got
him alone, the little fucker.
Speaking of which… they still hadn’t had sex. But it might or might not happen
tonight. At least this time he was kinda prepared. When he had gone out to wash
his car again yesterday, he had taken the opportunity to discreetly buy a few
condoms and a bottle of lube. Gerard didn’t even know whether the size was
right, he had just grabbed the first pack he had gotten a hold of and hurried
out of that drug store as quickly as possible. And he totally could have done
without the amused face of that old cashier lady! Oh, and he had managed to ask
Frankie a few things about sex. His friend hadn’t made it awkward or anything,
but unfortunately he hadn’t had the ultimate foolproof advice either. Go slow,
do what feels right, prepare her a little and jerk off before you get to it so
you last a little longer, if you can. Yeah. He never would have thought of
that. Gerard had watched enough porn to know what went where and his dad had
tried to have an awkward conversation about the birds and the bees with him a
few years ago. That memory haunted him to this day, he had mumbled something
about sex ed at school and made a run for it. Still, theory and practice were
two very different kettle of fish... Quiet steps down the hall made him turn
around and then all his thoughts came to a screeching halt and his jaw hit the
floor with a bang.
His mom had insisted on helping Cecilia get ready for Prom today. Something
about being a hairdresser and finally having a girl to spoil or whatever. The
two of them had grown really close over the last two weeks, his mother had even
accompanied his girlfriend for dress-shopping! But seeing her like this… god,
she was so beautiful! She wore a bright-red, voluminous, floor-length satin
skirt and a tight top, that perfectly hugged her slim figure and her firm
breasts. In between flashed a narrow strip of creamy skin, right where one of
his hands would have to go if he were crazy enough to try and dance. Her
gorgeous hair fell in a waterfall of big curls over one of her shoulders and
down to her waist, the ends nearly covering the tiny part of naked skin and
emphasizing it even more. But her face! The freckles had disappeared beneath a
thin layer of make up, her eyes were huge and sparkling and that red lipstick
drove him completely crazy. Gerard had never seen her wearing make up before
and barely recognized the heavenly creature before him. He could only stare at
her and nearly would have dropped the flower corsage in his hands. Never in his
wildest dreams would he have imagined himself going to Prom with a beauty like
her. This was unreal.
“Wow”, he managed to say after an eternity of awestruck goggling. Cecilia
breathed a sigh of relief and slightly sagged against the doorway she had been
standing in. “You think this is okay?”, she asked bashfully and straightened
out some non-existent wrinkles in her skirt. Okay? “I think ‘stunning’ is more
like it. You look fucking awesome”, Gerard told her honestly. He shook himself
out of his stupor and carefully took her hand in order to slip the corsage onto
her wrist. It was made of three red roses, some green stuff and a bit of red
ribbon. Yeah, okay, so his mom had bought it for him, how was he supposed to
know it was expected of a guy to strap flowers to his date’s arm? That silly
tradition had definitely been introduced by women! To make matters worse, he
had to wear a matching boutonniere. That in itself wasn’t a problem, but there
was a needle on it and Gerard fucking hated needles, okay?! He really hoped he
wouldn’t end up with an impromptu nipple piercing before the night was over.
“Thank you, this is perfect”, his girlfriend murmured as she tentatively
caressed the rose petals and breathed in their sweet scent. And there it was.
His smile. Gerard would probably wear a thousand fucking boutonnieres only for
that.
Cecilia reached out and adjusted his black bow tie. “You look great, you know?
Have I ever told you that I have a thing for men in suits?”, she whispered
against his lips before she kissed him passionately. Ahmm… no, probably not,
but Gerard carefully filed that bit of information away for later use. And the
way she pulled him close by the lapels of his suit was definitely worth the
agonizing afternoon he had spent in a men's outfitter a few blocks down the
road. His mom had made him try pretty much every damn outfit they had had
there, like a fucking kid in a candy store. Or one of those creepy little
girls, who did all kinds of scary stuff to their Barbie dolls. All that flashed
through his mind in the fraction of a second before it was once again wiped
clean by the enticing woman in his arms. Gerard circled her tiny waist with his
hands and moaned into the kiss when his fingers met her bare skin. He slid his
tongue between her delicious lips and tenderly caressed hers. Soon things
heated up and they were clinging to each other, fighting for dominance and
completely oblivious to their surroundings. Yeah, he had definitely gotten the
hang of that kissing thing by now and he couldn’t get enough of it. Someone
cleared their throat behind them and Gerard begrudgingly pulled back.
Mikey stood in the door, grinning like a cat that got the canary. “I think mom
and dad wanted to take photos in the garden if you two could stop eating your
faces for a moment”, he said while giving them a once over. “Damn, mom really
had a field day with you, huh? You look great, sis”, his brother added
appreciatively. Mikes had started calling her that a few days ago and even
though he’d never admit it, Gerard found it fucking cute. His baby brother had
really taken a fancy to his girlfriend and already treated her like a part of
the family. “Hey, did you actually let mom cut your fuzz, Gee? Man, you really
got it bad, huh?”, Mikey wanted to know next. Damn, when had he gotten so
annoyingly chatty? “Fuck you, no, I didn’t. Frankie came over ‘bout two hours
ago, he does all kinds of weird stuff to his hair and he’s cut mine before. If
mom had gotten a hold of me, I’d probably look like a fucking choir boy”, he
grumbled as they made their way towards the back door. “I like it. At least I
can actually see your beautiful face now. I’ve never understood why you were
hiding behind your hair all the time”, his girlfriend whispered into his ear
and kissed his cheek before stepping out into the evening sun. Damn, she always
said stuff like that so casually and Gerard still did a double take every time
it happened.
“Well, she’s right, you know? You really do look good, even though it’s kinda
weird that you’re all grown up now. Gonna miss you at school”, Mikey said
behind him. Gerard turned around and gave his brother a hug. They really should
have done this more often these last few years, now this summer was all they
had left together. He’d hopefully go off to Art College in New York this fall
and only ever see him on the weekends, if at all. “’M gonna miss you too,
Mikes”, he murmured and held him even closer. “Gee?”, his brother muttered
after a while. “Can I have your car when you go to college?” That little
fucker! “In your dreams! You did that on purpose, getting all sentimental and
crap! Nice try, jackass!”, Gerard cried out and grabbed him in a headlock.
Mikey laughed even louder than he himself and managed to escape after a while.
“Aaah, damn it, but it was worth a try”, his brother said chuckling and
straightened out Gerard’s slightly crumpled jacket. “Come on, let’s go or mom’s
gonna make even more fuss about this whole thing”, Gerard proposed and dragged
Mikey out of the house after him.
Not quite an hour later he parked his car in front of the restaurant where the
party would be held. They had arrived a little late on purpose, because neither
of them was very keen on witnessing all the great entrances and limousines in
the parking lot. Plus, hopefully they would be able to slip in relatively
unnoticed and get to their table without drawing attention. Gerard pulled the
tickets he had bought out of his pocket and took a deep breath before saying:
“Alright, let’s do this. But you only have to tell me if you want to go home
early, okay? You don’t have to take shit from any of those idiots.” Cecilia
checked her make up in the mirror, smiled at him and answered: “I know. Thank
you, for everything.” he smiled back before getting out of the car, buttoning
up his jacket and opening the door for her. To his relief the parking lot was
deserted and thy didn’t have to deal with people, yet. Thank god for that.
Gerard had a weird feeling in his gut. Damn, he really hoped the night wouldn’t
go to shit because some asshole tried to pocket Chuck's fucking money with or
without Cecilia's consent. He wouldn’t let her out of sight for a second.
They got in without a hitch, a grumpy old lady checked their tickets and
stamped some obscure figure onto the back of their hands. Gerard could already
hear the babble of voices and some kind of pop music ahead of them. He politely
offered his arm to his girlfriend and beamed at her when she accepted. That was
another one of those things he had never done before, but that felt kinda nice.
Especially with someone as gorgeous as her. On their way they passed a
photographer, who had apparently just finished setting up his stuff. Actually
Gerard wouldn’t have wasted good money on over-prized pictures, but his granny
would probably kill him if she didn’t get a proper photo to show off in front
of her friends and neighbors. He owed her that much, after all she had given
him a hundred bucks for tonight. And Cecilia seemed to like it if her bright
smile was anything to go by.
When they finally reached the doors to the hall, Frankie was waiting for them.
Gerard did a double take and blurted out: “What the hell are you doing here?!
You said you didn’t wanna waste money on this!” His friend only rolled his eyes
and said: “Oh come on, did you really think we’d leave you two alone with these
assholes? You might need some help, man, who knows what stupid pranks they’re
gonna play at you, hm? Ray’s keeping free seats for us in there. And you look
great, by the way, both of you.” Gerard was totally dumbstruck. He definitely
hadn’t expected his friends to show up today, but he was fucking relieved they
had. Frank was even wearing a suit and for once a hairstyle even his mom would
have found socially acceptable. “Thanks, man”, was all he managed to say.
“Aaah, you’re welcome, but you owe us, dude!”, his friend dismissed his words
and opened the door to hell. He lead them along the wall to a table in a
relatively dark corner, that was quite close to the exit should they need it.
Ray was already there (wearing suit and tie as well) and waved them over. Damn
it, if Gerard had known they were going to Prom after all, he’d have taken them
along for shopping instead of being tortured by his mom!
Ray looked them up and down and nodded obviously impressed. “I take it Donna
had fun dressing you guys up?”, he asked with a pitiless chuckle. Gerard
totally would have flipped him off for that if he hadn’t been so grateful for
his help tonight. “Definitely too much fucking fun. I’m so gonna make sure
Mikey will get the same treatment next year. She’s gonna drive him nuts”, he
replied as he pulled out a chair for his date. He definitely would have dragged
his baby brother along today, too, if juniors were allowed to come, but well,
you couldn’t have it all. Anyway, Ray had apparently done a great job choosing
their table, because they still had it to themselves. However, Gerard couldn’t
help but notice that people around them started to whisper amongst each other
and heads turned into their direction. Two weeks ago that would have freaked
him out, but now he just casually put an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders
and gave her a lingering kiss. Let them watch. Let them gossip. He didn’t give
a fuck. “You totally did that on purpose, didn’t you?”, Cecilia whispered
against his lips, a soft smile playing on her own. “Absolutely”, Gerard replied
with a grin and did it all over again. “Duh, I have a feeling we didn’t think
this through. Are we gonna have to watch you make out all night?”, Ray whined
next to him and they both burst into laughter. This might become entertaining
after all.
Luckily whoever had organized this thing had decided on table service rather
than a buffet. Cecilia chose some kind of fish and a glass of water. Gerard
raised a questioning eyebrow as soon as he had ordered a steak and a beer. One
was okay, he was used to it and would still be able to drive later. “I’ve never
had alcohol before and I don’t dare try it tonight. I don’t like how some of
the guys look at me, I should probably keep it together”, she explained
quietly. “I guess we should get out of here before they get too drunk and do
something stupid”, Gerard whispered back. Just as their food was delivered, the
most conceited, self-absorbed bitch of their year appeared on stage and grabbed
a mic. Oh god, no, please, no speeches! “Jesus, get ready for verbal
diarrhea!”, Cecilia groaned next to him. Frankie choked on his drink and Gerard
and Ray roared with laughter. And it was bad. Really bad. That Barbie doll up
there kept playing with her teased hair and fluttering her huge eyelashes. Her
sparkling candy pink gown completed the horrible picture, she looked like a
walking cupcake. Gerard couldn’t even focus on what she actually said, because
her obtrusive voice was so fucking annoying and he was busy joining the others
in roasting her. “I bet her eyelids are gonna be sore tomorrow. Those lashes
must weigh a ton, you could probably set her behind a sultan and make her fan”,
his girlfriend whispered. Frankie’s face was red all over, because he was
trying so hard not to laugh. “Duuuude, who let her do this? I bet it was a guy
and she fucked him”, Ray murmured next to him. Damn it, how was Gerard supposed
to actually eat his fucking steak like this?! But hey, they were having one
hell of a time and consequently ignored the annoyed looks of their peers. At
one point their so-called orator even palavered about how romantic their high
school years had been, how they had formed friendships that were going to last
a lifetime, found love and gotten along so well with everybody. That was when
they lost it completely. Goddamn it, was she actually serious? Gerard
definitely had formed great friendships (plural only because Ray and Frank were
two people) and he might even have found love (okay, actually he was pretty
sure about that, even if he didn’t have the balls to admit it… yet), but
getting along with everybody? Yeah… sure. Absolutely. They were talking about
the same fucking school, right?
After 30 minutes of cringeworthy blather, she shot them a death glare and left
the stage. Gerard’s ribs hurt from laughing too hard, this was a blast. Cecilia
gingerly dried her eyes on her napkin while his friends were still catching
their breaths. As soon as it was over, someone turned up the music and people
started to dance. Bah, this pop stuff really wasn’t Gerard’s cup of tea. Real
music was probably too much to ask for. He wasn’t even hoping for bands like
Misfits or Iron Maiden, but come on, at least some Bruce Springsteen or Queen,
for fuck’s sake! “This is a very special brand of awful”, Ray complained next
to him. But before he could respond, Frankie tapped his shoulder and murmured:
“That guy there at the bar kinda creeps me out. He’s looking at you like you
guys are a meal.” As Gerard glanced into the direction his friend had pointed
out, he discovered that David/Duncan/whatever guy, who had tried to invite
Cecilia the day after she had asked him out. “Yeah, I see him, thanks man”, he
whispered back.
“Isn’t that the anabolics guy, who came over that day in the yard?”, Ray wanted
to know. “In the flesh. I think his name is something with D, isn’t it?”,
Gerard replied readily. This might turn nasty, he really didn’t like the look
on that asshole’s face. “I think it’s actually Dreshawn”, Cecilia chimed in.
What the hell? Was that even a name? “Dreshawn, are you kidding me? And they’re
bullying us?”, Frankie exclaimed incredulously. Well, he really had a point
there. “I guess that’s one way for parents to tell their child they hate them”,
his girlfriend deadpanned with a completely straight face. Alright, Gerard
definitely had to reverse his opinion on Proms, they were fucking hilarious.
They hid in their corner for about another hour. The whispering and the stares
continued, some people even took photos, but that was pretty much it. Dreshawn
(god, what a name) hadn’t moved an inch. He was sitting at the bar and slowly
becoming at least a bit tipsy by the looks of it. Not good at all. Around then
the DJ started playing slower songs and some couples swayed to the music
instead of real dancing. Hm. He probably could manage that. Gerard definitely
would have preferred not to do it in front of all these people, but this was a
dance, after all. The things he did for love…
The next song was something he actually recognized, David Bowie’s “Wild Is The
Wind”. If he’d dance to anything tonight, it had to be now, it probably
wouldn’t get better than this. “May I have this dance?”, he whispered into
Cecilia’s ear. “W-What? But… I can’t dance!”, she stuttered a little scared.
“Me neither”, Gerard replied with a grin and simply dragged her along onto the
dance floor. He had no idea where his guts had come from, especially since he
hadn’t had any liquid courage tonight. God, one dance wouldn’t kill him, right?
He glanced around and tried to mimic the way the other guys held their
partners. Couldn’t be that hard, could it? In the end he simply pulled her into
his arms and laid his hands onto her lower back. Hers rested on his chest and
she glanced up at him nervously. Gerard smiled down at her and whispered:
“Relax, it’s just you and me.” She nodded and by the next verse she was less
tense and they began to sway to the music.
 
You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
 
Like the leaf clings to the tree
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
 
“This is so beautiful, do you know it?”, she whispered and managed a shaky
smile. Gerard’s fingers crept a little upwards until they touched the bare skin
on her back. “David Bowie. The man is a genius, remind me to play you some of
his stuff when we get home”, he explained readily and kissed her delicious lips
for all to see. He had already used every opportunity to introduce her to some
good stuff over the last two weeks, but he had barely scratched the surface of
what she had missed growing up. Well, hopefully he had a damn long time left to
complete his task. The song ended, next came some disco crap, thank you very
much. As the dance floor was assaulted by hordes of people, he took his
girlfriend’s hand and guided her through a door, that led onto a patio and into
a small backyard. They took a walk along a garden path lined with trees and
lanterns, one could probably call it romantic. After a while they found a park
bench and sat down.
Gerard pulled a small box out of his pocket and swallowed hard before saying:
“Cecilia… I’d like to give this to you.” He had only just seen it yesterday
after washing his car (but before the drug store and the creepy old lady at the
checkout). It was a golden necklace with a tiny sea shell pendant. Yes, it had
cost a fucking fortune, but he had just had to buy it for her. “Oh my god, Gee,
this is… it’s so pretty, but it’s too much!”, she cried out. Gerard's heart
skipped a beat. She had never called him Gee before and it meant a hell of a
lot to him. And even though she had said that it was too much (which it really
wasn’t, he’d give her the fucking world), he could tell she wanted his gift.
Therefore he took the necklace out of the box and told her to turn around. She
lifted her hair and he fixed it around her neck, even managing to close the
tiny clasp at the first attempt. “I just thought that… when something hurts a
sea shell, it fights back and turns it into a pearl. That kinda reminded me of
you. And you never know where the waves will carry it. I have no idea where our
path will lead us, but I’d really like to jump into the water with you and find
out. Together”, he said in a rush. Oh god, someone kill him. He had probably
never uttered something so cheesy in his entire life. It had just… kinda
slipped out. Fuck, he was so glad the guys hadn’t heard, they’d never let him
live it down. He meant it, every single word, but actually he had planned for
it to come out somewhat less sappy. “Oh Gee, I’d love that. I can’t even tell
you how much that means to me. It’s perfect. This entire night is perfect. And
so are you”, Cecilia whispered and leaned up to kiss him.
Their lips had barely touched when someone came running down the path towards
them. “Gee, get her out of here! This Dresh-guy is yelling around that he’s
gonna get his fucking reward. He’s searching for you two and he said something
about beating you up and fucking Cecilia while you watch. We’re with you, man,
but he’s gonna take us down!”, Frankie wheezed, out of breath from running too
fast. Shit! “Let’s go!”, he hissed and pulled her to her feet. Hopefully they
would be able to escape without that asshole noticing. His girlfriend took off
her high heels and gathered her skirt in the other hand. “What about my purse?
It’s still inside on the table!”, she asked in a small voice. “I’ll get it,
don’t worry, just get the fuck out of here!”, Frank offered without missing a
beat and yanked them behind a bush when they heard a familiar voice ahead of
them. Damn, the guy was apparently pretty wasted already and it wasn’t even
midnight, yet! “God dammit! That fucking motherfucker!”, Frank spat, pure
loathing flashing all over his face. “I’m gonna distract him, okay? Just run!”,
the little guy decided. He was gone before Gerard even got a word in. Fuck it,
he wouldn’t have needed that much adrenaline tonight! At least not that kind!
Soon they heard Frankie call out for them quite a few meters away. Gerard had
no fucking clue how he had even gotten there without D-fucker noticing, but
apparently being small had its merits now and then. He peered through the
branches of the bush they hid behind and saw D-douchebag turn around and follow
Frankie’s voice. He even stopped his friend and asked him where they had gone
(okay, he used slightly more colorful vocabulary, but still). It was now or
never. They made a run for it and sprinted back towards the restaurant. Gerard
let Cecilia go first and fumbled for his keys while trying his best not to step
onto her skirt.
They had nearly reached the corner of the building when heavy footsteps behind
them gave away their persecutor. Cecilia sped up even more, Gerard never would
have thought she could run like this. They stormed onto the parking lot and he
rammed the key into the lock of his Subaru. As soon as his girlfriend had
gotten her skirt in and slammed her door, he pulled out of his parking space
just as that asshole lurched around the corner of the house. Gerard bared his
teeth, accelerated and careened right through the massive, muddy puddle, that
had remained of the rain earlier today. A damn satisfying surge of brackish
water splashed all over Dreshawn (now he did remember the fucking name),
soaking him from tip to toe and ruining his expensive suit. Fuck yeah, karma
was a bitch! “Oh my god!”, Cecilia ground out as soon as they had left the
restaurant behind them. “Did you see his stupid face? He looked like the shit
demon from that ‘Dogma’ movie we watched with the guys!”, she exclaimed and
doubled over with laughter. Gerard burst out laughing, too. Her description was
just so spot on! Dreshawn the Golgothan!
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
The house was dark when they got back. Gerard knew that his parents were out to
visit friends and Mikey was probably sitting in his room in the dark playing
video games or something. Still, they tried their best to be quiet when he
opened the door and they descended down to his room. “We should figure out
something to thank Ray and Frank, I really don’t wanna know what would have
happened if they hadn’t been there tonight”, Cecilia proposed as she set her
shoes down in the corner. “And I really have to wash my feet, I think I still
have some grass or whatever between my toes”, she added, wrinkling her nose.
While she was in the bathroom, Gerard took off his jacket and threw the fucking
boutonniere into the trash can. She was right, they would have been totally
fucked if the guys hadn’t shown up today. He had a feeling he had never really
appreciated how lucky he was to have them. Recently he had definitely come to
realize how… yeah, ok, how blessed he was in some ways. He wasn’t a very
religious person, but still. His girlfriend had kinda put a lot of things into
perspective for him and he couldn’t help but feel like it made him a better
person. She made him a better person. And he wanted to be good. For her.
By the time she returned with her hair down and the make up gone, Gerard had
pilfered a bottle of sparkling wine from the fridge upstairs and filled two
glasses. She might be only seventeen years old (okay, nearly eighteen), but he
still couldn’t believe she had never tried alcohol before. He had even found a
few candles in the kitchen cupboards and lit them all around the room. Cecilia
stopped in the door with a surprised gasp and looked around. Gerard smiled at
her and offered her one of the glasses in his hands. “I thought you still might
want to toast our ‘romantic high school years’, even if it’s just with me now”,
he said as he raised his glass. “There’s nobody I would rather do that with,
Gee, and I can’t thank you enough for this evening”, she replied and took the
drink he held out to her. “To the end of an era”, Gerard murmured as he got
lost in her icy blue eyes shimmering in the dim light. “And to new beginnings”,
his girlfriend added before clinking her glass to his. She tentatively took a
sip and wrinkled her nose before turning around and sneezing. It was fucking
cute. “Duh, that tickled”, she murmured and warily eyed the innocently bubbling
liquid. Gerard really had to bite his tongue to fight down a fit of laughter.
She was so adorable whenever she discovered something new.
However, before he could say anything, she set her glass down onto his desk and
stood before him in all her glory. God, was she beautiful! Cecilia gingerly
took his hands in hers and bit her bottom lip before she whispered: “Gerard,
there’s something else I’d like to try tonight.” He simply looked into her eyes
and didn’t dare say anything to that. Damn, he really, really hoped she meant
what he was thinking, because he wanted it, too. So badly. “I want to sleep
with you. For real”, she whispered so quietly he nearly would have missed it.
Her face was bright red and her grip on his hands tightened, but she didn’t
look away. She was so fucking brave. “Okay”, Gerard agreed just as softly. “Are
you really sure you want that?”, he asked nervously. This was a big deal, he
was almost 100% sure she was a virgin and he really didn’t want to hurt her.
Yes, he felt honored or flattered or whatever, because she had chosen him for
this, but for the most part he was scared shitless of fucking this up. Oh, and
he had a raging boner, that tented his trousers pretty obviously. They stood in
the middle of his room, facing each other, his words hanging between them and
neither knew what to do next. Yeah. That wasn’t awkward at all.
Hours seemed to pass before Cecilia took a deep breath and said: “I’m sure. I
want it to be you, but to be honest, I’m a little scared. I've heard the girls
in the orphanage talk about the first time now and then and pretty much all of
them said that it hurt really badly.” Gerard finally set his own glass aside,
closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. So he had
been right and she had never had sex before, either. He wasn’t sure whether
that was a relief or made matters even worse. She was trembling, but she hugged
him back. “This is the first time for me, too. But I’ve got protection and
some… uhmm… we’ll be fine.”, he confessed quietly as he hid his burning cheeks
in her soft curls. She relaxed and melted against his chest, releasing a soft
sigh. “Thank you for thinking of that, but we don’t need… I mean, obviously
we’re both clean and… uhmm… I’m gonna have my period in two days anyway, so
nothing’s gonna happen if we don’t… What I’m trying to say is – we can do it
without a condom”, Cecilia rambled in a rush. Well then, that was one less
thing to worry about. “Okay”, Gerard whispered as he cupped her cheeks in both
his hands and tenderly kissed her delicious lips.
She sighed into the kiss and dug her hands into his newly cut hair. Gerard bit
back a moan when his fingertips slipped slightly beneath the waistband of her
skirt. He heroically fought the impulse to grab her ass and press her against
his throbbing hard-on. Shit, he probably should have jerked off before this,
there was no way he was going to last. Just great. Nimble fingers, that made
quick work of his button-down shirt, brought him back to himself. Nobody but
his brother, Frankie and Ray had ever seen him shirtless. He had even avoided
the showers of the gym at all costs, because he was far from well-defined.
Gerard had always been on the chubby side and even though it had gotten better
over the past two years when he had grown quite a bit, he definitely didn’t
have a six pack. Therefore he held his breath and tensed up when she slowly
pushed the garment off his shoulders.
He had never felt so vulnerable before. And even though Cecilia probably
wouldn’t judge him right away, she would definitely notice the obvious
differences between himself and a guy like D-stupid-name. Gerard swore then and
there to start working out, because gorgeous girls like her simply did not date
losers like him. It just didn’t happen. He felt so fucking inadequate next to
her... Warm, soft fingers ghosted over his skin and he shuddered as goose bumps
erupted all over his upper body. Damn, he really wanted to get her out of that
dress, she was covered in way too much fabric, but he had no fucking clue
whether he was allowed to or whether it would be too much. Fucking hell, once
again she was more courageous than Gerard, even though he should be the one to
take the lead! At least he managed to free his wrists from the cuffs of his
shirt and to throw it into a corner. Way to go.
Her delicate little hands touched his chest and sent a shiver down his spine.
She splayed her fingers all over his skin, a look of pure wonder on her face.
Gerard bit back a moan. That felt fucking fantastic! Ever so slowly, he raised
his hands and caressed her back. He played with the little zipper between her
shoulder blades and experimentally pulled it down a little. When she gave him a
sweet smile instead of stopping him, he opened it all the way and swallowed
heavily when she shrugged out of her top. She wore a plain white cotton bra
underneath and Gerard was immensely grateful for that. He probably would have
drooled all over the place if it had been lace or some see-through shit, it was
bad enough as it was. Cecilia slowly undid the front clasp and he couldn’t help
but stare at the pair of perfect tits she revealed. They were small, hardly a
handful, but tipped with the cutest, dusty pink nipples. It was fucking hard to
tear his eyes away after a while and look into her eyes instead. She was biting
her bottom lip and apparently trying her best not to cover herself with her
hands. “You are so beautiful”, Gerard whispered. That earned him a shaky smile.
She seemed to relax a little and let out a deep breath. Hang on, had she
seriously been worried that he wouldn’t find her attractive? What the fuck!?
Gerard simply pulled her into his arms again and buried his face in her soft
curls. Her silky skin on his felt better than anything he had ever experienced
before. She melted into his embrace, sighing softly and pressing a tender kiss
to his collarbone. He crushed her to him in a futile attempt to reign in his
raging boner. Damn it! Gerard could hardly think straight anymore and they were
not even remotely where he wanted this to go! His hands found the zipper on her
side. He only hesitated for a second before asking: “May I?” When she nodded,
he dragged it down and held his breath as her skirt slipped off her hips and
pooled around her feet. Only afterwards did he realize that she had undone his
belt and opened his trousers. In the blink of an eye they hung around his
knees. Oh fuck, he really didn’t know whether to be relieved because the
pressure on his cock was gone or rather freak out because she saw him in only
his underwear.
In the end Gerard took a deep breath and shook off his pants the rest of the
way. Now he was standing there in just his boxers and socks. Sexy. Damn, he had
no fucking idea what to do next. And no idea about fucking in general, which
wasn’t helping at all. “Uhmm… shall we just...”, Cecilia murmured as she hooked
her thumbs into her white cotton knickers. Gerard was far past the ability to
form coherent sentences, so he nodded, took a deep breath and shoved his briefs
down, taking off his socks in the process. When he looked back up, his
girlfriend was facing him completely bare. She was shivering a little,
shuffling her feet and staring at the floor. Wow. She was… Gerard didn’t have
words to describe what he felt when he was looking at her. Impossibly long
legs, a flat belly, slightly rounded hips and creamy, flawless skin… Damn, she
was gorgeous. It was then that his brain caught on to the fact that he was just
as naked as her. Gerard felt his face heat up and bit his lip. Even though he
knew that she had never had sex before, he couldn’t help but wonder whether his
dick was… okay. It might sound stupid, but he really had no idea. Frankie and
Ray were his best friends, but they didn’t do dick measuring contests.
Comparing his cock with Mikey’s would be even weirder, so… yeah. Gerard
estimated something around 7.5 inches, but how was he supposed to know whether
that was enough? He was quite sure that the girth was okay, but… people always
said that size did matter, didn’t they?
“I...I hadn’t thought it w-was gonna be so… big”, Cecilia murmured quietly and
Gerard let out the breath he had been holding. Thank fuck, he would have died
of embarrassment if she had said anything in the opposite direction. Just then
he noticed the goosebumps all over her body and the way she was shivering.
“Shall we… get into the bed? You’re cold”, he proposed and was relived when she
nodded and slipped under the comforter. Forcing his body to move, he quickly
joined her and propped himself up on an elbow. “I won’t do anything you don’t
want. You just… have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”, Gerard managed
to say, praying that she wouldn’t change her mind. She bit her lip, but she
nodded. ‘Alright. You’ve got this’, Gerard firmly told himself as he leaned in
and kissed her. Cecilia responded eagerly, so he took the opportunity to stroke
across her flat belly and inch closer to her breasts. When she gasped into his
mouth, Gerard slid his tongue between her lips and just went for it.
He carefully cupped one of those creamy mounds in his hand. The skin was soft
like velvet and her nipple pressed into his palm, it felt like a little bud,
slightly harder than the rest. Fuck, Gerard felt a wave of heat rush through
his body and simply couldn’t suppress the moan, that escaped his lips. He was
dangerously close to coming, what the hell?! He would NOT make a fool of
himself! ‘Keep it together, for fuck’s sake!’, he admonished himself as his
fingertips started massaging her teat. Cecilia mewled and urged closer, one of
her hands landed on his belly and brushed against his throbbing cock. Never had
anybody but himself touched him there and Gerard had been so wound up… that was
all it took. White hot ecstasy fizzled along his spine as he gasped for air and
came all over his belly. Shit! He had never come so hard before, it felt
incredible.
Gerard was mortified, burning up with humiliation. How the hell had that
happened?! Fuck, he was such a screwup, even too stupid to have sex with the
girl he… DAMN IT! He just lay there, squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to
cry, that would make it even worse. So much for his first time tonight…
Cecilia’s fingers, that reluctantly touched the mess he had left on his belly,
pulled him out of his misery. When he opened his eyes, she was leaning over
him, a curious look upon her face. She brought up one of her hands and rubbed
her fingertips together. Gerard’s muzzy brain needed a moment to catch on, but
as soon as he realized that she was actually playing with his cum, his spent
cock gave a twitch and he could practically feel his blood rush from his face
to his cock again. His girlfriend seemed to be utterly fascinated by his sperm
coating her fingers and sniffed it before tasting it with the tip of her
tongue. “Ooooh, fuck!”, Gerard whispered, he simply could not look away as she
sucked her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. “You taste kinda
good”, Cecilia murmured sheepishly, flicking her tongue over her bottom lip to
catch a stray drop.
"Sorry”, he uttered quietly, but she only shook her head and smiled at him.
“Don’t be. We have all night”, she said and kissed him softly. Gerard would
never have thought that tasting himself in her mouth would be such a turn-on,
but fucking hell, he was already half hard again. Their kisses slowly heated up
and soon they were engrossed in a full-blown makeout session. When they finally
came up for air, Gerard’s cum had already started drying on his belly and he
scrunched up his nose, reached for the box of tissues on his nightstand and
cleaned himself up. As soon as that was done, he looked over at his girlfriend
and was met with the sight of her beautiful tits. Right in his face. What was a
guy to do? He didn’t even think about it, closed his lips around her nipple and
started sucking. “Oh my God! GEE!”, Cecilia keened and dug her fingers into his
hair to hold him close. Fuck! Now that he had started, there was no way he
could stop this. The feeling of her bud in his mouth was all he could focus on.
That and her sighs, her moans, the way she pulled his hair. Little by little,
the small nub grew harder and when Gerard finally pulled back, it was dark pink
and erect, the skin around it pulled into tiny wrinkles. Wow. He had done that?
Just with his mouth? So if he could make her moan like that when he touched her
there, what would happen if he tried that… elsewhere? ‘Only one way to find
out’, Gerard thought and ran his hand a little lower before he could chicken
out of it.
He swallowed hard and held his breath when his fingers met soft, curly hair.
Cecilia buried her face in his shoulder and tensed up a bit, but she didn’t
tell him to stop, so it was probably okay when he touched her there. Okay. He
could do this. His fingertips slipped between her nether lips and encountered
some kind of silky wetness. Alright, so he had done something right so far.
Gerard found a little bump and carefully brushed over it. The moan his
girlfriend ground out at that was so filthy, nearly animalistic, that it made
his cock twitch and tingle. Uuungh, this time he really had to keep it
together! He continued massaging her clit for a while and watched her writhe
next to him. Her breath came in short, sharp huffs and a thin sheen of sweat
glistened on her face and between her breasts. God, she was so beautiful! It
took him a while, but finally Gerard found the nerve to slide his index finger
into her slit.
“Fuck, oh my God!”, she cried out as she pushed down onto his hand. It was so
hot and tight, he had no fucking clue how his cock should even fit in there.
Gerard gently moved his digit in and out and added another one when she seemed
to enjoy what he did. He figured stretching her a little wouldn’t hurt. All of
a sudden, he noticed a small patch inside her, that felt slightly different
than the rest, kinda spongy, for lack of a better word. Interesting. He rubbed
against it and Cecilia nearly jumped out of her skin. She let out a scream and
clamped her thighs around his wrist, but Gerard didn’t let go. Apparently he
had found her G-spot and he couldn’t wait to see her come. He didn’t have to
wait very long. Without warning she arched her back, squeezed her eyes shut and
wailed in ecstasy. Her inner walls clamped down on his fingers and squeezed him
in a way that left his mouth bone dry. Gerard really tried not to imagine how
that would feel around his cock, because fuck, by now he was fucking desperate.
As soon as she had come down a bit, he pulled out his fingers and brought them
up to his nose. God, if she tasted anything like she smelled, he would eat her
out at the first opportunity, but right now he couldn’t take any more and
contented himself with a small taste as he sucked his fingers into his mouth.
Mmmh, fuck, this was too good to be true. Cecilia gave him a satisfied little
smile and whispered: “That was amazing! I never would have thought it could be
like this.” Well, that made two of them. Gerard smiled back and kissed her soft
lips. His self-control was rapidly running thin, his erection was becoming
fucking painful. His girlfriend opened her legs for him and he lay down between
her creamy thighs and propped himself up on his elbows. “Are you sure?”, he
asked one last time. Her eyes were huge and trusting, her pupils blown wide
with lust. She nodded, smiling at him as if he was the center of her fucking
world. Damn it, his nerves returned at full force. His hand was shaking when he
reached down and tried to position himself at her entrance. Fuck, what if he
slid down and ended up… somewhere else? Gerard definitely wouldn’t decline anal
sex, but right now that was probably a really bad idea.
At the first try he slipped up and brushed against her clit. She moaned at
that, but that was not what he had been trying to achieve. However, the second
time the head of his cock dipped into her folds and glided into her. Gerard
held his breath and bit the inside of his cheek until he drew blood. Fuck,
nothing had ever felt so good before! It was so hot, so wet and so, so tight…
his head was spinning and his entire body tensed up. “Okay?”, he asked Cecilia,
who was looking at him with eyes wide as saucers. She nodded and swallowed hard
as she gripped his shoulders for leverage. Gerard pushed in deeper and groaned
at the feel of her silky cunt. Suddenly there was a slight resistance and he
braced himself. This was it, the moment he had equally anticipated and dreaded
ever since he had started fantasizing about having sex with her. Gerard really
wished there was a way to do this without hurting her. Okay… like a band aid,
right? ‘Don’t freak out’, he encouraged himself and took one last deep breath.
He leaned down and kissed her sweetly. Simultaneously, he hauled off and thrust
his entire length into her pussy. Oh fuck, Gerard nearly would have shot his
load then and there, but her sharp cry of pain brought him back to his senses.
She was trembling beneath him and a single tear rolled down her temple. “Shhh,
it’s okay, it won’t hurt anymore, I promise”, he rambled on as he petted her
hair and kissed away the tear. Remaining still was the hardest fucking thing
Gerard had ever done in his life, but he managed… barely. Every fiber of his
body was screaming at him to fuck her into the mattress, but he pulled himself
together. She deserved better than that.
Finally she relaxed around him and whispered: “I think I’m okay.” Thank god, he
couldn’t have kept this up much longer. Gerard pulled back ever so slowly and
thrust back into her. She gasped and her eyes grew wide. “Ohhh, that feels so
good”, she sighed as the last bit of nervous tension drained from her body.
Gerard grinned triumphantly and applied a little more force to his next thrust.
It was so fucking good! He pushed into her again. And again. He couldn't have
stopped, even if he had wanted to, his lust was taking over. “Do that again!”,
Cecilia moaned after a particularly hard thrust and he was lost. Gerard picked
up speed and rammed his cock into her like a man possessed.
She clawed at his shoulders and held on for dear life. He forced her thighs
further apart and she instinctively wrapped them around his waist. At this new
angle he could go even deeper. Gerard slammed his hips against her tasty ass
and watched her breasts jiggle with the sheer force of their fucking. Actually
he had wanted to do it slowly and tenderly, but there was no way he could hold
back now. He felt his orgasm build and his balls draw closer to his body. Fuck!
He would NOT come before her! Gerard slipped one of his hands between their
bodies and reached for her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her
mouth fell open into a silent scream. Violent shudders wracked her entire body
and her insides started fluttering around his shaft. A beautiful blush crept
all over her face and her neck down to her chest.
Suddenly she took a deep breath and screamed his name. It was loud enough for
the entire fucking street to hear, but Gerard didn’t give a damn. Her pussy
contracted around his cock when her inner muscles started milking him for all
he was worth. And finally he let himself go and threw back his head as he
hammered into her. When he came, he felt it all the way to his fingertips. His
body seized up and shattered into a thousand pieces. His balls tightened and
forced surge after surge of hot cum out of his pulsing cock as he howled in
ecstasy. Nothing had ever been better. When it was over, Gerard collapsed onto
his girlfriend’s chest. His heart was racing a mile a minute and he was
twitching with aftershocks.
It took an inhuman effort to roll over and pull Cecilia on top of him instead
of crushing her. She was panting, just like him. For a while they just lay in
each others arms and gradually came down from their high. The first thought
Gerard’s fuzzy brain was able to form, was that sex was fucking awesome. And
that he was damn relieved that he wasn’t gonna die a virgin. He tenderly
brushed a strand of hair off his girlfriend’s sweaty forehead and kissed her.
He put all the emotions into the kiss, that were threatening to overwhelm him.
Even though what they had done had been desperate and frenzied – it had been
more than just fucking. So much more.
“You should probably take a picture”, Cecilia murmured when they came up for
air. What the hell was she talking about? Some of his lack of understanding
must have shown on his face, because she explained in a strained voice: “Well,
you know, Chuck’s money? You’re gonna need it for college and… the band… it
would be stupid to miss out on an opportunity like this.” Honestly? Gerard had
totally forgotten about that. And anyway… “No!”, he stated firmly. “No way in
hell. Those fuckers won’t get to see you like this. I don’t give a shit about
Chuck’s money, you are my girlfriend and this moment is ours and ours alone”,
he added in his most final tone. That wasn’t even a question! She kissed him
again, even softer this time. And then she whispered: “I think I might love
you, Gerard Way.”
A shit-ton of butterflies erupted in Gerard’s belly. He really wasn’t sure
whether this was a dream, it was just too good to be true. How had he ever
deserved her? His face split into the biggest grin and he whispered back: “I
think I might love you, too.” And fuck, he meant it. If anyone had told him
three weeks ago that he would be lying in his bed right now, with a beautiful
girl and that they would confess their love for each other right after
absolutely mind-blowing sex… he probably would have asked where they had gotten
the shit they were on. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her one last
kiss before snuggling up to her warm body. She sighed against his chest and was
asleep in a matter of seconds. Gerard felt himself drifting off as well and he
smiled as he hugged Cecilia tighter. Right now nothing could bring him down.
Neither the pile of college applications he had to write nor Mikey’s inevitable
teasing in the morning. There was no way his baby brother hadn’t heard them. To
hell with it. Gerard was the happiest guy on earth.
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