Hello! So, here’s the deal—I’m leaving for Italy on January 1. I’ll be there for 3 weeks. Since there’s only less than a week left until I leave and I have another 10 chapters to post, I can’t finish the story before then. I want to space the chapters out a bit to see your feedback on each one. So I’ll remind you before I leave to stick with it, but until then, I’ll post fairly frequently so I don’t leave you hanging too much. *
So, here’s chapter 5! Please take the time to review and rate if you enjoy it.
Could I Lie Next To You? – Chapter 5 REVISED
I awoke the next morning to the lapping of waves. Sunlight flooded the room through the wide window, completely covering the bed and warming everything with its gentle caress. I sighed contentedly, curling up closer to whatever was holding me.
Oh, yeah… Gerard…
I smiled, burying my head into his neck as I remembered the night before. Fuck it, also known as the best night of my life.
He drew me closer, gently running his hand down my back. He was awake and staring down at me sleepily.
“Good morning,” I whispered, the smile never leaving my face. His lips tilted up in response and he entwined his legs with mine.
We stayed silent for a few minutes, his hand caressing my lower back while I stared at the pale curve of his neck. As if he would disappear at any moment, I pressed my lips to his urgently.
“Gerard,” I mumbled, now leading a trail of kisses along his jaw. He gave a satisfied sigh.
My lips had reached his ear. “I love you.”
He fell silent and pulled me away from him to stare into my eyes.
“I, just… I always have. I know it might be sudden but I’ve always felt something for you. I was just afraid to acknowledge it, and after last night… well…”
Soft lips I knew so well silenced my own, but he didn’t respond the way I’d hoped he would.
“You don’t need to justify it, you know.”
That was it. I was starting to feel sick. “Do you feel the same?”
“Of course,” he replied matter-of-factly. I sighed in relief, wanting to kiss him and strangle him at the same time. “Wasn’t it obvious?”
I sat up, pulling away from him completely. “No, it wasn’t! Why didn’t you ever tell me? And how are you so damn composed about it?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I loved him to death.
“I was nervous. You didn’t come off as… I thought all of the kisses were just publicity stunts.”
“You didn’t see me kissing Ray or Bob, did you?”
“Bob would probably beat you down with his drum sticks if you tried that.”
“That’s beside the point. I wanted to make it obvious to see if you would come out first. Since you didn’t, I assumed you didn’t feel the same…”
I slipped back into his arms, snuggling close.
“Well, I do. No point in crying over lost time now.” Of course, it was obvious. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up.
“So… last night meant something?” Ugh. Why did I need him to spell everything out for me? I sounded so paranoid. This wasn’t like me at all.
“It did to me.”
Phew. I laid my head back onto his chest and sighed; I’d waited so long to hear him say that. I could have lain in bed with him for hours, but moments later we were interrupted by loud knocking.
Gerard grunted and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Standing up to open the door, I noticed suspicious stains on the bed sheets. I opened it just far enough to see who it was and gave a fake yawn.
“Hey, did I wake you?” Ray asked, guitar in-hand. “Sorry, man. We all wanna check out the boat a bit and figured you’d wanna come. Bob and Mikey are still showering.” He tried to peek into the room, but the bed was off to the side, blocked by the door. “Gerard awake?”
“Yeah, he’s up. We just woke up a few minutes ago.”
“All right. There’s supposed to be a few small auditoriums here that are empty. Maybe we could play in there for a bit if we get bored.”
I nodded along as he spoke, honestly caring less if there was a fifteen thousand dollar Gibson Les Paul for the taking. All I wanted was to crawl back into bed.
What seemed like hours later, Ray left and I did just that. Gerard pulled me closer to him, leaning his head against mine and humming Demolition Lovers into my ear. My heart fluttered at the intimacy of it and I gently traced my hand up his shirt, splaying my fingers across his bare chest.
We stayed that way for a good ten minutes—not long enough, in my opinion—until we heard the guys starting to putter around outside.
“They’re waiting for us,” Gerard said. I found myself wishing he’d never stopped humming to me.
I grumbled and buried my head into his neck in protest, annoyed at having to get up.
“I don’t want to,” I whined.
He ran his fingers through my hair, gently pulling me closer. “There’s always tonight.” I gave a shiver of delight and reluctantly stood up.
That was motivation if I’ve ever seen it.
The two of us quickly got dressed and washed up, and I made a mental note to get the sheets cleaned when the guys weren’t around later.
We walked around the boat for a good while, popping our heads into various rooms. We’d passed several restaurants, game rooms and bars until we came across a hallway with a few shops. I was a bit disappointed to find that we’d lost Gerard after passing what seemed to be a comic book shop, but I knew it’d be best if I weren’t around him too much at the moment. We weren’t ready to explain to the guys yet. At least, I wasn’t.
Once Mikey and Bob left us for a Game Stop a few minutes later, Ray and I decided to go back to one of the empty auditoriums we saw. The one we chose was essentially a small amphitheater: the stage was against the far wall, with seats surrounding it on an incline so everyone had a clear view.
We each had a guitar with us, and although we didn’t have any amps at hand we both sat on the stage and messed around for a while. We practiced a few of our own songs, then started to improvise and come up with some new material. We worked well together, which was sometimes a shock; Ray was brought up on Metallica and the like, while I was more into the punk scene.
I was in the middle of a cool riff when I noticed Ray had taken a sudden interest in one of the front row seats.
“Imaginary girlfriend?” I asked, snapping him out of his daze. He looked confused for a moment before laughing half-heartedly.
“Oh, nah. I was just thinking about something.”
“Nothing.” He paused, seemed to realize I wouldn’t take that as an answer. “I just heard some weird noises last night.”
I dropped my pick, ending the riff with an abrupt, crude chord. Cringing, I picked it up and started to fiddle with it.
Ugh. Was I getting seasick, or was I just that nervous?
“Oh… like what?” Real smooth.
“I dunno, just like… moaning noises. There isn’t something you and Gerard didn’t tell us or anything, is there?” I expected a laugh, but he seemed as uncomfortable as I was. How would he react if I told him?
This wasn’t the time to find out, so I forced a laugh. “Are you serious? Gerard and I mess around a lot on stage, but we don’t… we aren’t.”
“Oh, all right.” I knew Ray, and I knew he wasn’t buying it. “That’s good, I mean something like that can really get in the way of the band, you know?”
“Yeah, don’t sweat it. It’s nothing like that. Maybe you heard it from someone else’s room or something.” I made a face. “Did you see Mikey sneaking out in the middle of the night, at all?”
Ray’s face contorted in disgust and we both broke out into fierce laughter. Mikey and Bob. We both knew that’d never happen.
But hey, Gerard and I happened.
My smile widened and I returned to my guitar. A few minutes later somebody walked in. A very good looking somebody, might I add, with black hair and hazel eyes. Hazel eyes that locked onto mine as soon as I looked up.
Ray glanced from me to Gerard. He slid off the stage slowly, grabbing his guitar and putting his pick into his pocket.
“I’m gonna go see what Mikey and Bob are doing, I’ll catch you guys later.” With that he left, leaving Gerard and me by ourselves.
Gerard walked over to the stage and sat next to me as I tried to play. He held a new comic book in his lap as he listened attentively.
“I like that. We could probably use that if you wanted to.” His calm, soothing voice broke the silence and I glanced up from the fret board.
“Sure, if you want to.”
We quieted again and I was about to play the riff once more when he interrupted.
“So, Ray knows?”
I sighed and put my guitar down. “I didn’t tell him. He heard us –“ Oh god, choose your words carefully. “Fucking” is too harsh and “making love” might scare him away. It wasn’t even really sex, anyway, was it? “– in bed last night. I tried to convince him it wasn’t us but he obviously wasn’t buying it.”
Gerard sighed, too, and put his comic book on the stage floor. “We should just tell them tonight at dinner or something. Holding off will just make it worse if Ray already figured it out.”
I nodded in agreement. “Well, that’s what we get for being noisy…”
Grinning, he cupped my chin in his hand and kissed my lips softly.
“You do that to me,” he whispered.
Wow, my breathing became ragged just from the way he looked at me. Leaning forward, returning the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck as his found their way around my waist. Without wasting any time I was on top of him, pinning him down to the stage floor and kissing down his neck.
I started to suck on his neck gently, already aroused. There was something just so daring and taboo about doing it on a stage. Like we were in some kind of live porno. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought and, being the lovely bastard he is, Gerard took the opportunity to roll me over and take over on top.
Wait, did he smell like beer?
“Gerard, have you— oh, God…” I struggled to fight back a moan as his hand slipped below the waistline of my pants. I was just about to reach down and unbuckle them for him when there was a noise at the door, causing him to spring off of me. I looked up at him in disappointment, sitting up quickly and adjusting myself. Sure, tight jeans were great for “suppressing” one’s excitement, but they didn’t feel too great.
Gerard opened to a random page in his new comic and I looped the strap of my guitar back around my shoulder just as Mikey, Ray, and Bob walked in. Ray looked at both of us a bit oddly but remained quiet. Mikey asked if we wanted to get some food since we skipped breakfast.
Being alone with Gerard sounded much more appealing than food at the moment, but I changed my mind when my stomach gave an annoyed growl. Our three friends turned and left and, sharing relieved glances, Gerard and I followed.
That’s who they were: our friends. And it wouldn’t be right to keep things from them. Plus, I wasn’t willing to have another one of those close calls without them knowing. We’d have to tell them. Tonight.