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We lay down on the mattress, holding each other. My arms were around his neck and his around my waist. I was looking at his waist, avoiding his gaze which I knew was on my face.
I kept my mind busy, keeping it off Gerard's gaze that I so baddly wanted to return. I thought of our life if he weren’t sex crazed. Maybe we’d be happier. Maybe we could think of our future more. Would rehab help?

‘Why won’t you look at me?’ Gerard asked, squeezing my waist a little. I sighed and looked up, watching his beautiful face.

‘I love you so much… and I was thinking… but I don’t know how you’ll react...’ I said quietly, watching his eyes search my face.

‘Tell me baby.’ Gerard urged, rubbing small circles on my exposed back.

‘I-I don’t want you to get madd at me.’ I whispered, pulling myself closer to him.

‘When do I ever get madd at you? Come on, baby. You know I’ll love you no matter what.’ I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder.

‘Maybe… If … If you feel up to it… Maybe you should try rehab…’ I whispered again. I felt him tense up for a moment then relax slightly.
‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. Don’t worry about it.’

‘No… I should try it. If it means that much to you.’ He kissed my forehead and held me as close as possible.

‘I don’t want you to do this for me… I want you to do this for yourself. My father was a sex addict and he died of a heart attack at 34. I’m not saying that will happen to you but I’m still afraid… for you, for your family.’ I said, trying to keep my composure. I never talked about my father, he was all I had growing up when mum was busy doing whatever she did during the days and nights. I’d never told anyone how my father had died, just saying it was a heart attack from no-where.

‘I’ll do it for you, baby. I want to do this for you.’ He said, kissing my forehead again. I leant my head against his shoulder again, letting him hold me.
“I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house.
That don’t bother me.
I can take a few tears every now and then.
And just let em out.
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while.” He sung quietly after a few minutes of silence. His sweet voice filling the silence. He hadn’t sung in a long time and I’d missed it a lot.

‘I love that song.’ I whispered. He smiled and kept singing. I must have fallen asleep during it since I couldn’t remember anything after the 3rd verse.

When I woke, I was alone. Still on the mattress. The covers were pulled up around me and a freshly made coffee by my side and Gerard’s easel by the bed side. I sat up slowly, taking the warm cup and putting it up to my lips. As I sipped at the coffee, I looked around the room. The candles were packed away, all the cups that had surrounded our TV were all up at the sink, washed and dried yet Gerard was no-where in sight. I couldn’t hear him either. I sighed and stood up, wrapping my arms around my naked torso. I walked to the other side of the easel, looking at the image Gerard had created. It was me. I was laying on my stomach, asleep. He could always capture me perfect. My tattoo looked exactly the same, if not better. The red doona wrapped around my waist looked real, like I could touch the painting and expect to pull the doona off the page. I took my empty cup up to the sink and sat it on the side. I walked slowly to our room, opening the door and slipping on my dressing gown. I kicked my jeans off, trying to stay comfortable.

‘Morning, baby!’ Gerard chimed, near dancing into the room. He pulled me up into his arms and held me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping myself steady.

‘You got into my skittles, didn’t you?’ I accused. His eyes were shining like a little kid who just got his favorite toy for Christmas. He seemed too happy.

‘No. Can’t I just be happy? Happy to see you? Mmmm… happy to be with you?’ He asked, putting me back on the ground gently but kept his arms around my waist.

‘Sure you can… you just look like you’re on a sugar rush.’ I said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

‘Okay, so I may have had one or two… packs of skittles but in my defense, they were taunting me!’ He giggled. I smacked his arm playfully.
‘Hey! They started it!’

‘You sure you didn’t provoke them? Coz you know, skittles are nasty little fuckers.’ I giggled. He took my hand and took me out to the kitchen. He lifted me onto the counter and went to the fridge.
‘What you got in there?’ I asked, trying to see what he was pulling out. He shifted so his arse was in my way… not that I was complaining.

‘You’ll see.’ He said, standing up straight with his back to me. He placed what he had in his hands on the bench on the other side of the kitchen. He pulled a knife out of the draw, keeping what he had hidden.

‘Come on, Gee! I wanna see.’ I complained. He giggled silently to himself and continued doing whatever. I crossed my arms over my chest and closed my eyes, trying to ignore him and his mystery thing.

‘Open your eyes baby.’ He whispered. I slowly opened them, coming face to…. Whatever with chocolate cake. I smiled wide.
‘I felt like cooking.’ He said, handing me the plate. I took my plate to the kitchen table and sat next to Gerard, who had his own piece. My slice had a purple heart on the red icing. Gerard’s had a smiley face. I took a small bite, falling in love for the second time in my life. The chocolaty heaven was sweeter than anything else I’d ever eaten.

‘Are you sure you cooked this?’ I asked. I giggled when he turned to face me. He had red icing all around his mouth and on his nose.

‘I’m sure. You like it?’ He asked. I put my cake down and sat on his knee, licking around his mouth and sucking on the end of his nose.

‘Love it.’ I whispered against his chocolate covered lips.

‘Good. Coz you’re gonna wear it.’ He whispered. It took me a few seconds to realize what he’d said. I got off his lap and ran for the hallway.

‘No way. I don’t wear cake…. Makes me look fat.’ I said, gripping my hips. He held up his finger, telling me to wait. I did, leaning against the wall. He came up to me with a bowl. He pushed his body against mine, making sure I couldn’t run away. He put the bowl over my head, slanting it a little.
‘Come on, Gee…. Be serious. If you do this…. We’ll have a lot to clean up.’ I said. He just smiled and tipped red icing over my head. It ran down my hair, in my face and down my shirt. He slipping his finger underneath the elastic of my boxers and tipped the last of the icing there. I jumped slightly when it touched my cock.
I pulled a handful of icing from my hair and slapped it on his bare chest. I immediately jumped on him, licking up the mess I made.

‘Mmmm…. That feels nice.’ He moaned as I sucked around his nipples. I bit down on the tiny nubs and ran my tongue over them. His hand slipped my dressing gown off my shoulders and on to the floor. My boxers followed as well. He pushed my head against the wall, pecking my lips before licking down my neck, chest and stomach. All the way down till he finally got to my tumescent cock. He licked around the base, gathering the icing. He took me fully in his warm, wet mouth.

‘Mmmm…. Gee…. God!’ I moaned. I felt one of his hands leave my hips and move round to my arse. I gripped his hair and pulled his mouth off me. He looked up, concerned and confused. I just shook my head and pulled him into the lounge room. I slid his jeans and boxers off on the way while kissing him madly. I pulled him down on the mattress and straddled his naked waist, smearing red icing across his body.

‘Frankie, no. I’ll hurt you.’ He said, gripping my shoulders. I pushed his hands away and kissed his lips.

‘Not it we do it this way.’ I whispered in his ear as I lube his cock up with icing. He gripped my hips and helped me slid down on him. I bit my lip, resisting the urge to pound down on him. I needed to show him we could be gentle and slow. Well, try to be.

I'm bored :D plain and simple.... and I'm celebrating :D Broken is inally finished! xox E