Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Darling, I want to destroy you
Damien and I had just finished a run of love making when there was a knock at the door. I was in a state of relaxation that I asked Damien to answer it. Reluctantly he got out of bed and answered the door. He was back in a couple of seconds.
‘Who was it babe?’ I asked as I cuddled back up to him.
‘Just some religious caller. I told them that my religion was waiting in bed for me.’ He started kissing at my neck and I rolled onto my back as he covered my body with his. He placed sweet little kisses all over my neck and chest and round two began.
The next morning I awoke in Damien’s arms. He was looking down at me. ‘You are so beautiful when you sleep.’ I gave him a kiss on the lips and sat up. I stretched out my arms and neck. He sat back against the headboard and watched me leave the bedroom.
I had a quick shower and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. My phone was lying on the bench in the kitchen. There was a single message waiting for me. It was from Gerard. It read: ‘I guess UR ok’ I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. I never got back to him last night. In fact I never contacted him at all and then I remembered ‘DAMIEN!’ I screamed ‘Damien, who did you say was at the door yesterday?’
‘A religious caller. Why?’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yeah why wouldn’t I be?
‘It’s just I remembered I was expecting someone yesterday that’s all.’
‘Who were you expecting?’
‘Just someone from work.’
‘Is that someone Gerard?’ he asked with a smirk on his face.
‘Maybe. Why do you always get a smile on your face when you hear his name?’
‘Because I know it kills him knowing you are mine and not his’
‘What do you mean? I’m yours and not his. He doesn’t want to be with me, his married with a kid.’
‘Don’t you see it bub. He likes you. Why else would you he tell you that he saw me kissing someone else? He wants you to break up with me so he can have you’
I walked into the living room with our coffee’s. ‘Hun that just crazy, his married, and I know he loves his wife and little girl very much. He wouldn’t risk all that to be with me. I mean I’m 8 years younger than him.’
‘And a fine piece of ass as well.’
‘DAMIEN!’ I hit him across the chest with a cushion.
‘What? You are hun. You should see how good you look in your uniform. I just want to rip it off you.’ I felt my cheeks go a deep shade of red. ‘And anyway you don’t see the way he looks at you. I can see in his eyes that he cares about you.’
‘So he cares about me big deal. It doesn’t mean he wants to ruin my relationship with you.’
‘Ok bub, I’ll drop it, but think about it, for me, please.’ He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes as I headed to my bedroom to get ready for work.
*
While driving to work I started to think about what Damien and said about Gerard. It was obvious that he cares about me otherwise he wouldn’t of driven me to the hospital and sent me all those messages. But I don’t think he cares about me to the point that he would want to be with me. Although I know that deep down in a dark corner of my mind, I wish that he would. Though I would never admit that Damien or him.
Ever since Gerard and I began to get along and know each other I began to really like him. More than I should. It was the small things that he did that would make my heart flutter. Simple gestures like holding a door open for me and letting me walk through first, or paying for my coffee every single time. I know it’s not much but no one had ever treated me like that before. God, with Damien I’m the one making him coffee al the time, I don’t think he has once made one for me.
Gerard gives me the attention that I wish Damien would give to me. When I talk to Gerard he looks into my eyes and actually wants to listen to me ramble on about the piece of furniture that my cats have destroyed. No matter what I say to him he doesn’t make me feel like an idiot. He listens to everything I have to say and sometimes voices his opinion about it or just says a joke to end the conversation.
Every minute I spend with Gerard I treasure. It makes me wonder how I managed to function before I had him in my life. He is everything I want from a guy. From his personality to his looks. I’ve never meet anyone who respects me as much as he does.
I had finally driven into the car park at work and there he was. Leaning up against his car smoking. He shot me a smile and a wave and the butterflies in my stomach went into overdrive.
It was then that I realised, no matter how much I wanted to deny it, I wanted more than a friendship with Gerard.
‘Who was it babe?’ I asked as I cuddled back up to him.
‘Just some religious caller. I told them that my religion was waiting in bed for me.’ He started kissing at my neck and I rolled onto my back as he covered my body with his. He placed sweet little kisses all over my neck and chest and round two began.
The next morning I awoke in Damien’s arms. He was looking down at me. ‘You are so beautiful when you sleep.’ I gave him a kiss on the lips and sat up. I stretched out my arms and neck. He sat back against the headboard and watched me leave the bedroom.
I had a quick shower and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. My phone was lying on the bench in the kitchen. There was a single message waiting for me. It was from Gerard. It read: ‘I guess UR ok’ I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. I never got back to him last night. In fact I never contacted him at all and then I remembered ‘DAMIEN!’ I screamed ‘Damien, who did you say was at the door yesterday?’
‘A religious caller. Why?’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yeah why wouldn’t I be?
‘It’s just I remembered I was expecting someone yesterday that’s all.’
‘Who were you expecting?’
‘Just someone from work.’
‘Is that someone Gerard?’ he asked with a smirk on his face.
‘Maybe. Why do you always get a smile on your face when you hear his name?’
‘Because I know it kills him knowing you are mine and not his’
‘What do you mean? I’m yours and not his. He doesn’t want to be with me, his married with a kid.’
‘Don’t you see it bub. He likes you. Why else would you he tell you that he saw me kissing someone else? He wants you to break up with me so he can have you’
I walked into the living room with our coffee’s. ‘Hun that just crazy, his married, and I know he loves his wife and little girl very much. He wouldn’t risk all that to be with me. I mean I’m 8 years younger than him.’
‘And a fine piece of ass as well.’
‘DAMIEN!’ I hit him across the chest with a cushion.
‘What? You are hun. You should see how good you look in your uniform. I just want to rip it off you.’ I felt my cheeks go a deep shade of red. ‘And anyway you don’t see the way he looks at you. I can see in his eyes that he cares about you.’
‘So he cares about me big deal. It doesn’t mean he wants to ruin my relationship with you.’
‘Ok bub, I’ll drop it, but think about it, for me, please.’ He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes as I headed to my bedroom to get ready for work.
*
While driving to work I started to think about what Damien and said about Gerard. It was obvious that he cares about me otherwise he wouldn’t of driven me to the hospital and sent me all those messages. But I don’t think he cares about me to the point that he would want to be with me. Although I know that deep down in a dark corner of my mind, I wish that he would. Though I would never admit that Damien or him.
Ever since Gerard and I began to get along and know each other I began to really like him. More than I should. It was the small things that he did that would make my heart flutter. Simple gestures like holding a door open for me and letting me walk through first, or paying for my coffee every single time. I know it’s not much but no one had ever treated me like that before. God, with Damien I’m the one making him coffee al the time, I don’t think he has once made one for me.
Gerard gives me the attention that I wish Damien would give to me. When I talk to Gerard he looks into my eyes and actually wants to listen to me ramble on about the piece of furniture that my cats have destroyed. No matter what I say to him he doesn’t make me feel like an idiot. He listens to everything I have to say and sometimes voices his opinion about it or just says a joke to end the conversation.
Every minute I spend with Gerard I treasure. It makes me wonder how I managed to function before I had him in my life. He is everything I want from a guy. From his personality to his looks. I’ve never meet anyone who respects me as much as he does.
I had finally driven into the car park at work and there he was. Leaning up against his car smoking. He shot me a smile and a wave and the butterflies in my stomach went into overdrive.
It was then that I realised, no matter how much I wanted to deny it, I wanted more than a friendship with Gerard.
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