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When I came to I was in all sorts of weird pain. It felt like I had been run over by a semi and then bathed in lemon juice. Everything stung. Especially my stomach. I gently stretched and my arm hit something soft. I rolled over. Gerard was curled up on the edge of my bunk, his bright red hair pointing in all directions. His forehead was wrinkled and his butt was hanging off the side of the bunk. He still had his boots on and his arm was resting around my waist. I looked down. I was in my favorite pajamas, the skeleton ones Gerard had given me the last time he had done something he had thought was unforgivable.

I pulled the curtain for the bunk closed and unzipped the front of the pajamas. Apparently Frank had decided it was best to continue cleaning my wounds after I had blacked out. There were fresh bandages over them and the tape was securely stuck to my skin.

“I bet that’s why I’m in these pajamas,” I said quietly to myself, more in thought than anything.

Gerard shifted slightly. I turned and looked at him. He had one eye open and was staring right at me. I zipped up the pajamas again and faced him.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing my hair out of my face.

“I should be. How long have I been out?” I responded, reaching out to fix his messy hair. He shoved my hands away. He didn’t like it when people fixed his hair. He said it was part of his ‘boyish charm’.

“Well, you passed out around 10:30 last night. It’s 3 in the afternoon now. So about 17 hours,” he responded.

“And how long have you been sleeping in that position?” I asked him, pretending to reprimand him.

“Since about 5 in the morning. Why does it matter?” he asked.

“Your back is gonna hurt later.”

“Already does. But I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he replied, stretching as far as the confines of the bunk would let him.

From outside the curtain I could hear footsteps and whispered voices. From what I could tell, Frank and Ray were trying to decide if they wanted to bother us. I decided to freak them out a little. I winked at Gerard and started moaning.

“What the…?” Gerard said. I pointed in the direction of the voices and encouraged him to join me.

“Oh, fuck yeah baby. You been a bad fucking girl. Unh… unh… fuck yes!” Gerard joined in, a devilish grin on his face.

“Oh! Gerard! Fuck me harder! Yeah! I been so bad! Punish me… Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!” I screamed out in faked ecstasy.

All of a sudden Gerard’s hands were on me. The devilish grin replaced by glazed eyes and roaming hands. His pants started to bulge and I knew I had gone a little too far.

I stopped the role-playing and whispered, “Gerard. We can’t. Seriously.”

“But you got me hard, doll,” he replied, sucking at the crook of my neck.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to! I just wanted to mess with the guys. Please don’t!” I whispered urgently. I didn’t want things to go too far and end up messing with my stomach healing. From behind the curtain I heard shocked whispers and footsteps retreating to the living room.

Gerard pressed on. He reached down and unzipped the pajamas and pulled them to the side. I couldn’t fight back. In a way I felt responsible for getting him into the mood. I just hoped he was going to be somewhat gentle.

He reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled them down as far as his boots would allow. He ripped his black boxers down after them. His erection was unbelievable. I never knew you could get a guy so hard from so little. He reached down and rubbed at my clitoris, spitting on his thumb to help a little, and brought his lips to mine. He kissed me long and hard. A kiss I had never before received from him. I couldn’t help but kiss him back.

As weird as it was, I loved him. He had put me through so much hell, but these moments, the ones where he treated me like his Doll, were the ones that made it all worth it. On the surface it seemed as if he couldn’t care, but his true feelings came out when he least expected them.

As worked up as I was emotionally, I couldn’t help but have my body sync up with his. Pretty soon I was ready for him. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad it hurt.

“Gerard,” I breathed.

He took his cue and guided his swollen member inside me. I gasped in pleasure. I had never experienced this with him before. Even in the quiet, tender moments before we had never made love. And this was what it was. Love. Not sex. Not fucking. Pure, sweet love.

He moved his hips in and out, me breathing in time with him. When we climaxed, it was together. We collapsed into a tangled heap of limbs and hair, panting. He pulled me close to his bare chest and held me.

“Doll? Can I tell you something?” he whispered in my ear.

“Of course you can, Sugar,” I responded quietly, trailing my fingers along his strong arms.

“I l-l… I love…” he hesitated. I stopped for a second, waiting for him to finish. “I love you.”

“I love you too Gerard.”

“I mean it. I know I treat you like shit sometimes, but I can’t stop myself. I really actually love you. I don’t WANT to hurt you,” he said, massaging my head.

“I know you don’t want to. I can forgive you,” I responded.

“I’m glad,” he smiled.

“Are you two done in there? I need Anna for a few minutes and Gerard you need to get ready to go, we have a gig to get ready for,” Frank’s voice came from down the hall.

“Give us a minute, you fuck head. We just finished,” Gerard called back to Frank. “I can’t believe you were listening you prick!”

“Gerard. Be nice,” I laughed. “I’m sure they weren’t listening. Well not to the real parts.” I grinned at him.

“Doll, I really do have to get ready. I haven’t showered in days. I can’t believe you aren’t complaining of my stink,” he said, wrinkling his nose at me. I leaned over and kissed his nose.

“I can’t smell you, Sugar.” I had gotten used to four guys and their smells. Life wouldn’t be the same without their smells.

I zipped myself back into my pajamas and climbed over Gerard and out of the bunk.

“Put your pants back on and I’ll go get this taken care of,” I said, gesturing at my stomach and grinning at him. He pulled me down to his level and kissed me again. Another long, sweet kiss. I heard gagging noises from behind me.

“Gerard! Put your fucking pants on!” Ray yelled. I pulled back and Ray’s head whipped away. I peeked back and saw that Gerard was getting hard again.

“Ray could you please go away for a minute?” I asked. Ray ran down the hall screaming. I bent over, my head inside the curtain, and wrapped my lips around Gerard’s member. Bobbing my head and rotating my hand at the same time, it didn’t take long before Gerard was spasming on my bed. All of a sudden his body jerked and my mouth was filled with his cum. I looked at him and swallowed it, feeling it make it’s way down my throat. I wiped off my chin and walked to the bathroom, leaving Gerard to do whatever he needed to do.

“FRANK!” I yelled from the bathroom.

“You fucking ready?” he asked, appearing in the doorway.

“Yep. Let’s fucking do this motherfucker,” I responded, ready for the sting and not caring about the impending pain.

He pulled out his supplies and cleaned me up, replacing the bandages as well. When he finished I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, knowing it would piss him off and not caring that I still tasted like Gerard. He pulled back after a few seconds and scoffed.

“Aren’t you and Gerard fucking now?” he asked, wiping his mouth like a small child after getting kissed by the weird aunt.

“Yep. And I even gave him a fucking BJ,” I said, reaching for my toothbrush and reveling in the disgusted look he shot me. He reached for his toothbrush as well and loaded toothpaste on it.

“You are fucking disgusting. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spat. “Here I am, cleaning you up and making sure you don’t fucking die and the guy who brought knives into the room and started cutting you in the first place gets his fucking way with you? What the fuck. I’m so fucking sick of this bullshit.”

“Frank. I fucking love Gerard. Just because you don’t get what you want, doesn’t mean you bitch and moan about it. I kissed you because I wanted to fucking thank you. Sorry I tasted like Gerard. Goddamnit,” I ranted at him.

“A simple thank you would fucking suffice,” he railed at me, toothpaste falling out from his lips.

“Thank you… motherfucker,” I responded, spitting into the sink and rinsing out my mouth. As I walked past him I stopped and gave him a hug from behind, my way of apologizing and thanking him at the same time.

“You’re welcome, bitch,” he said, grinning at me in the mirror. Frank could never stay mad at me.

I walked down the hall and stuck my head through the curtains of my bunk. Gerard was laying there, pants zipped and where they should be. Thinking, I guessed. He looked at me and smiled.

“You gotta get ready, Sugar,” I reminded him.

“I know… You wanna come out there with us? You can watch from the side of the stage,” he invited. “You could wear your new clothes. I’ll sit with you until we go onstage.”

“I suppose I could. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you perform,” I replied, getting a little excited at the prospect of seeing Gerard on stage, where his friends said he was happiest.

“Alright then! You go get ready, I’ll shower and we’ll meet back here in 15 minutes,” he said, getting up and heading to the shower.

My mood couldn’t get any better.