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“Are you sure, you don’t want me to give you a tour of the house.” I tease him and he laughs.

“Well there is one room I am particularly interested in.” He says cheekily.

“Well this is the kitchen.” I say moaning softly as he nibbled on my neck. “Mmm come on.” I say tugging him along. “And this is the living room.” I say as I pull him in.

“Uh this’ll do.” He says grabbing me quickly and tossing me onto the couch.

“Gerard!” I cry out as he came down on top of me. Sliding his hands back up my shirt, trying to lift it over my head.

“Aw come on.” He moans at my resistance.

“No Gerard, the kids could get up and just walk downstairs and see us.” I tell him pushing him off me.

“Then where do you suggest Elle?” He says and I grin.

“Come on. I got an idea.” I say grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs. “How bout here?” I say nodding to the first door at the top of the steps.

“What's in there?” he says pinning me against the door roughly. His breath heavy on my neck.

“Does it matter?” I say panting a little as his hands ran up and down me.

“No.” He moans as I reach behind me, opening the door and we fall backwards into the room.

“Elle this is-“ Gerard looks around totally stunned.

“Paul’s room.” I say and he backs off me slightly and just like that the mood was ruined… He didn’t say anything. But I felt it…

“Elle.” Gerard sighs again looking cautiously around.

“Not what you thought?” I ask as he examined the trophies and crap Paul had lined up on his shelves.

“Naw it’s exactly what I thought.” Gerard says picking up one of the smaller sized statue things and looking it over smirking a little.

“You know he hates them.” I say taking the statue back from Gerard and placing it back down on the shelf where it was.

“Hates what?” Gerard says sounding confused.

“Them.” I say plainly and Gerard just looked at me. “This.” I say gesturing to the shelf.

“Elle.” Gerard says like he doesn’t believe me.

“No I'm serious Gerard. He doesn’t….” I sigh frowning a little looking at the shelf. “All this… all this is David’s doing.” I declare.

“David?” Gerard repeats back.

“Yeah his fucking step-dad.” I grumble and Gerard frowns a little. “I mean the way he treats him, pushes him like that. I fucking hate it.” I say shaking my head.

“Its not all David.” Gerard says and I frown looking up at him. “Paul’s just Paul, he's an ass.” Gerard says and I shake my head.

“No he's they way David makes him.” I defend him again.

“Aw Elle.” He sighs cupping my face in his hands. “You can’t make...” Gerard's voice trailed off a little and I just stared up into his eyes trying to figure out what he was thinking…

“Its true Gerard.” I tell him and he pressed his lips together a little like he wanted to say something but wouldn’t… “Paul’s not a bad guy… Its David.” I maintain.

”Did David make him hit you?” Gerard blurts out and I instantly wished I could turn back time and take those words back. I should’ve never told him that story. Mikey was right. It was eating at him…fuck…

“Gerard.” I protest weakly.

“No Elle. I'm serious.” He says and I divert my eyes from his.

“It wasn’t like that.” I say softly and Gerard tenses up.

“Don’t make excuses for him Elle.” Gerard says roughly stepping back from me.

“Yeah but.” I try to interrupt him.

“No. Don’t defend him. Not on this.” Gerard says pacing the floor in front of me. “There's no excuses for that.” He says pointing his finger at me and I look away again.

“David comes down hard on him Gerard.” I say looking down at the floor.

“So!” Gerard snaps at me.

“So, he's got a lot of umm frustrations you know.” I say excusing Paul again. Gerard shook his head at me a little disappointed.

“No Elle.” Gerard tells me.

“David comes down on him, and then he comes down on whoever’s around.” I say and Gerard laughs sharply.

“Elle you think I was never picked on, shoved around?” Gerard says and I just looked at him blankly cause no, honestly I never did. “You don’t turn around and take it out on someone else.” Gerard says and I frown.

“You take it out on Mikey.” I say accusingly.

“I do not.” Gerard laughs.

“Oh yes you do.” I insist.

“He told you that?” Gerard says cocking his eyebrow up, and I could see he was thinking about something. And it didn’t look good for Mikey…

“Well no.” I say and Gerard nods like you're damn right he didn’t. “He did say you make his life hell sometimes.” I point out.

“Well he's my little brother, that’s my job.” Gerard chuckles.

“And Frankie?” I say and Gerard smiles a little wider. “He's NOT you're brother and you seem to have no problem beating the crap out of him.” I say folding my arms on my chest.

“Well he's my Frankie.” Gerard says stupidly and I roll my eyes.

“You're ‘Frankie’.” I repeat back trying not to laugh.

“Yeah Elle, if I don’t beat the shit out of him every now and then, then who will?” He laughs and I shake my head a little.

“It must be a guy thing.” I sigh and Gerard laughs again.

“Yeah I guess.” He says as I reach over and shut the door. “What are you doing?” He asks as I step towards him. I just smiled coyly. He knew what I was doing… He could see it in my eyes… “Elle.” He gasps a little as I reached for his belt.

“What?” I ask trying to unbuckle it. But he put his fucking hand on top mine and stopped me.

“Here?” He says and I smile.

“Why not?” I say using my other hand to try to pry his hand off mine on top of his buckle. Gerard laughed a little nervously and looked around the room like maybe he was considering it.

“Cause.” He says weakly.

“Cause what?” I reply… Cause its Pauls room? Cause its Pauls bed? Cause fuck knows how many times Paul and I were together in this very room.

“Elle, cant we-“ Gerard tries to argue.

“Come on Gerard you know you want to.” I say rubbing my body against his. I could feel how much he wanted me...

“Want to what?” He says trying to resist.

“Fuck me.” I say and his cheeks flushed a little. “You know you want to fuck me here… in his room…in his bed.” I taunt Gerard.

Gerard didn’t answer me. Just stared intently at my mouth as I licked my lips painfully slowly… “Come on Gerard.” I said pleading with him. “Fuck me in Pauls bed.” I reach up and whisper intensely in his ear.

“Elle you're so bad.” Gerard exhales a little as he grabs the bottom of my shirt and starts lifting it slightly.

“Make me scream for you huh?” I say reaching for his belt again. This time he doesn’t stop me…

“You sure?” He mumbles pressing his face into my chest.

“Yeah it’ll sure wipe that smirk right off his face.” I say and Gerard smiles looking up at me.

“What smirk?” He says smirking a little himself.

“That smirk Paul always seems to have on his face.” I say as I pull Gerard's belt from his pants and toss it on the floor.

“Elle, how will he even know?” Gerard laughs a little.

“Oh don’t worry, he's gonna know.” I say winking at Gerard and Gerard raised his eyebrows questioningly back at me... “I’ll make sure of it...”