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Gerard
Our swollen lips were locked in a furious kiss as we tore any piece of clothing lingering on the other’s body. Both of us were already glistening with sweat and were both horny as hell. The hotel room was filled with only the blue glow of the room, causing his black halo of hair to glow an angelic blue and his green eyes to sparkle with mischief. I shoved him onto his back, straddling him and grabbing handcuffs from the bedside table, locking his tattooed wrists behind his head. His eyes grew wide and he smiled, licking his lips. He ground his hips on mine, trying to get any form of pleasure, but whimpering when none was received. I crawled off him and walked to a suitcase in the far corner of the room, pulling out a red feather boa and a bandana. When I turned around and he saw the items, noises fell from his mouth that I could only perceive as desperation.
‘fuck…Gerard…what are you going to do?’ His voice was strained and he was panting. I straddled
him once more, leaning down to kiss his hickey stained neck as I dragged the feathers over his toned chest. He giggled slightly, then gasped in pleasure as I nibbled and sucked on the bruises already painting his skin.
“You’ll see, babe…what’s that song you play live? Where you show the crowd that cute little ass of yours?” I move my kisses down his chest, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking, swirling my tongue around the hard tip. He moaned and I smiled, moving to the other one.
“K…oh…King for…ah..a day.” His words were broken up and stammered, but I understood him. I took the boa and wrapped it around his neck, leaning down and entrapping him in a fierce kiss, grinding our erections together. When we pulled away, I wrapped the blindfold around his eyes, and he eagerly complied. I nibbled on his bottom lip once more, sliding my tongue in to taste his cigarette stained mouth. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the side table and covered my fingers in it, sliding one digit in to his entrance, his muscles contracting around my finger.
“relax, Babe…I got you…” He nods and takes a deep breath, nodding for me to add a second finger. When I do, he grits his teeth, but moans at the same time, causing me to laugh. “You little masochist.”
“Damn…straight…” he moans, but gasps in pain as I add another too soon. “Fuck…faster…just…do it already!” I smirked, sliding a condom on and lathering it heavily with the lube. I kissed him deeply as I pushed in without warning and he nearly yelled into my mouth. His hands gripped the mattress tightly and he whimpered, but nodded after a few seconds. I started moving in and out slowly, him slowly relaxing around me. “Fuck…faster, Gerard, goddamnit!” He hissed, biting his bottom lip till he bled. I captured the bloody skin in a kiss, sucking on the metal tasting liquid and moaning. After a few more thrusts, he cried out. “Fuck, right there, oh god, righ…right there!” I aimed to hit that same spot, just to hear the noises fall from his lips.
They were so different from his onstage sounds, so much more sexy…so much more real. He was beautiful in the pale light, his head tilted to the side and his mouth slightly open. I kissed him roughly reaching down and grabbing his swollen member. I stroked it softly and teasingly, but he seemed to out of it at the moment to care. I glanced up to see his wrists were raw and dripping with blood, but he didn’t seem to care. I reached up and licked the crimson substance, slowing down my pace slightly. As I switched to the other wrist, I felt the familiar bubbling in my lower stomach and moved down to taste his lips again. I began pumping his member, wanting him to him to peak close to me—and by the sound of his moans, he was close too.
“Ah…ah…ah…ah!” The short gasps were getting progressively louder and I continued hitting that spot that drove him mad. I ripped off the blindfold and looked into his eyes as I came with a shudder. The fiery-ice sensation spread throughout my limbs, him following mere seconds later.
When I was stable enough to regain my composure, I looked at my hand and pulled it up to my lips, licking every drop of cum off my fingers. His mouth was open as he stared at me, eyes wide.
When it was gone, I leaned down and kissed the barely conscious man, him smiling. I pulled out and laid next to him, pulling him into my chest. I kissed the top of his head gently and stroked his sweat-drenched hair, knowing it would be curly again in the morning. I suddenly became acutely aware of the fact we both desperately needed showers, but that didn’t seem to faze him. By the kiss of the moon’s gentle light, he faded to sleep in my arms, and I soon joined him.
[//]
I sat up in bed breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. Frankie was standing next to my bunk, laughing hysterically. My pajama bottoms were wet and I blushed heavily, wondering what had come out of my mouth in my sleep.
“Oh…m-my god…G-Gee! Y…you like…B-Billie?!” I had the over whelming urge to punch the petite man, but restrained myself.
“No.” I said sternly, but he simply raised his eyebrows.
“Really? Oh…Oh! Billie…Billie oh! Fuck, babe!” He fell to the floor laughing and I glared at him. “W..We’ve b-been on tour wi-with ‘im for…a week!”
“Shut the fuck up, Iero. I’m not the only one that has sex dreams.” I hopped off my bunk and walked to the shower, turning the water on and undressing. The water was warm against my skin, and I moaned lightly in pleasure. I tried to not think about the man in my dream last night, but found myself getting hard as I thought about fucking him in the shower. Him pressed up against the shower wall, whimpering and moaning as I hit that special spot. I stroked my member, imagining our lips trapped in a fierce kiss and him moaning into my mouth. I pictured his tattooed body glistening with sweat and his skin contrasting against my pale skin.
I shuddered as I came, nearly collapsing to the ground. I steadied myself on the wall, licking the bloody lip I didn’t even realize I was biting in attempt to keep quiet. I continued to wash my hair, body still shaking with pleasure. And in this moment I realized- I was attracted to short tattooed men with tattoos and russet-green eyes. When I climbed out of the shower and left the bathroom, Frankie turned to look at me and his eyes widened slightly, giving me the same look Billie gave me as I showered last night. Goddamn I’ve been showering a lot, fucking crushing on guys gives you the urge to smell good I guess. Maybe that’s why women always smell so good.
“Iero, stop staring at me and go do something useful.” I snap, and Frank’s look turns to a glare.
“I’m not gay, Gee. That’s you.” He replies, storming off to the front of the bus and off it. I hear him say something to someone and quickly slide my boxers on in case anyone enters the bus.
I look up when I hear footsteps and a voice I’ve come so familiar with recently.
“Hey, Gerard…sorry, I’ll come back in a minute, I know you don’t like changing in front of people.” Billie says awkwardly, turning around.
“Nah, dude, it’s fine. We’re all men here, right?” He turns around and smiles. I slide my jeans on and turn to him and he begins talking.
“I was thinking…maybe MCR could play a song with Green Day tonight, ya’know? Or maybe I could
run out during Prison dressed in drag!” He jokes, “Ya’know, like what Tre’ wears for King For A Day!” I feel my eyes widen and I swallow, forcing myself to laugh. Holy shit, keep your calm, Gerard.
“Yeah, definitely.” I reply sarcastically, “but seriously, playing a song with you guys would be badass!” I say and his smile grows.
“Sweet!” He smiles, “Maybe you guys could come out during like…Whatever song you’d like. Just not Jesus of Suburbia…that song means way too much to my fans to fuck around onstage with, ya’know?” I nod in understanding and admiration—how much he cares about his fans. I smile at him and hope to myself I won’t let my school boy crush get the best of me.
“They really mean a lot to you, huh? Your fans?” His smile grows and he nods, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
“I uhm….they’re my family. Without them, I wouldn’t be here today. They mean everything to me.” I smile and nod, understanding. “I think they saved me just as much they say I saved them…haha…” His eyes grow distant.
“Billie, I hope one day I have that special of a connection with my fans as you do yours.” He looks up at me and nods, his smile big.
“You will, Gee. It takes time, but you will. Eventually, each fan you meet will affect your life in some different way, and you may not remember each and everyone of them, but you’ll remember the things they tell you.” His eyes were calm as he said this, and I nodded, feeling the words sink in.
“Billie! We have an interview! Come on!” Tre shouts, peeking into the front of the bus.
“Uh, I gotta go, so, we’ll talk about what song later, yeah?” Billie says, looking somewhat disappointed. I nod and he runs out after his wild drummer.
“FUCK! NO! PUT ME DOWN! FUCKER! PUT ME DOWN! TRE’! STOP IT!” I hear Frank shouting and look out the window to see the rambunctious drummer running around with my guitarist over his shoulder.
“BILLIE! MAKE HIM STOP!” He screeched and the fellow guitarist replied through giggles.
“Tre’, put him down.”
A/N AAAANNNNNDDD new chapter soon if I get reviews? please?!?
Our swollen lips were locked in a furious kiss as we tore any piece of clothing lingering on the other’s body. Both of us were already glistening with sweat and were both horny as hell. The hotel room was filled with only the blue glow of the room, causing his black halo of hair to glow an angelic blue and his green eyes to sparkle with mischief. I shoved him onto his back, straddling him and grabbing handcuffs from the bedside table, locking his tattooed wrists behind his head. His eyes grew wide and he smiled, licking his lips. He ground his hips on mine, trying to get any form of pleasure, but whimpering when none was received. I crawled off him and walked to a suitcase in the far corner of the room, pulling out a red feather boa and a bandana. When I turned around and he saw the items, noises fell from his mouth that I could only perceive as desperation.
‘fuck…Gerard…what are you going to do?’ His voice was strained and he was panting. I straddled
him once more, leaning down to kiss his hickey stained neck as I dragged the feathers over his toned chest. He giggled slightly, then gasped in pleasure as I nibbled and sucked on the bruises already painting his skin.
“You’ll see, babe…what’s that song you play live? Where you show the crowd that cute little ass of yours?” I move my kisses down his chest, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking, swirling my tongue around the hard tip. He moaned and I smiled, moving to the other one.
“K…oh…King for…ah..a day.” His words were broken up and stammered, but I understood him. I took the boa and wrapped it around his neck, leaning down and entrapping him in a fierce kiss, grinding our erections together. When we pulled away, I wrapped the blindfold around his eyes, and he eagerly complied. I nibbled on his bottom lip once more, sliding my tongue in to taste his cigarette stained mouth. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the side table and covered my fingers in it, sliding one digit in to his entrance, his muscles contracting around my finger.
“relax, Babe…I got you…” He nods and takes a deep breath, nodding for me to add a second finger. When I do, he grits his teeth, but moans at the same time, causing me to laugh. “You little masochist.”
“Damn…straight…” he moans, but gasps in pain as I add another too soon. “Fuck…faster…just…do it already!” I smirked, sliding a condom on and lathering it heavily with the lube. I kissed him deeply as I pushed in without warning and he nearly yelled into my mouth. His hands gripped the mattress tightly and he whimpered, but nodded after a few seconds. I started moving in and out slowly, him slowly relaxing around me. “Fuck…faster, Gerard, goddamnit!” He hissed, biting his bottom lip till he bled. I captured the bloody skin in a kiss, sucking on the metal tasting liquid and moaning. After a few more thrusts, he cried out. “Fuck, right there, oh god, righ…right there!” I aimed to hit that same spot, just to hear the noises fall from his lips.
They were so different from his onstage sounds, so much more sexy…so much more real. He was beautiful in the pale light, his head tilted to the side and his mouth slightly open. I kissed him roughly reaching down and grabbing his swollen member. I stroked it softly and teasingly, but he seemed to out of it at the moment to care. I glanced up to see his wrists were raw and dripping with blood, but he didn’t seem to care. I reached up and licked the crimson substance, slowing down my pace slightly. As I switched to the other wrist, I felt the familiar bubbling in my lower stomach and moved down to taste his lips again. I began pumping his member, wanting him to him to peak close to me—and by the sound of his moans, he was close too.
“Ah…ah…ah…ah!” The short gasps were getting progressively louder and I continued hitting that spot that drove him mad. I ripped off the blindfold and looked into his eyes as I came with a shudder. The fiery-ice sensation spread throughout my limbs, him following mere seconds later.
When I was stable enough to regain my composure, I looked at my hand and pulled it up to my lips, licking every drop of cum off my fingers. His mouth was open as he stared at me, eyes wide.
When it was gone, I leaned down and kissed the barely conscious man, him smiling. I pulled out and laid next to him, pulling him into my chest. I kissed the top of his head gently and stroked his sweat-drenched hair, knowing it would be curly again in the morning. I suddenly became acutely aware of the fact we both desperately needed showers, but that didn’t seem to faze him. By the kiss of the moon’s gentle light, he faded to sleep in my arms, and I soon joined him.
[//]
I sat up in bed breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. Frankie was standing next to my bunk, laughing hysterically. My pajama bottoms were wet and I blushed heavily, wondering what had come out of my mouth in my sleep.
“Oh…m-my god…G-Gee! Y…you like…B-Billie?!” I had the over whelming urge to punch the petite man, but restrained myself.
“No.” I said sternly, but he simply raised his eyebrows.
“Really? Oh…Oh! Billie…Billie oh! Fuck, babe!” He fell to the floor laughing and I glared at him. “W..We’ve b-been on tour wi-with ‘im for…a week!”
“Shut the fuck up, Iero. I’m not the only one that has sex dreams.” I hopped off my bunk and walked to the shower, turning the water on and undressing. The water was warm against my skin, and I moaned lightly in pleasure. I tried to not think about the man in my dream last night, but found myself getting hard as I thought about fucking him in the shower. Him pressed up against the shower wall, whimpering and moaning as I hit that special spot. I stroked my member, imagining our lips trapped in a fierce kiss and him moaning into my mouth. I pictured his tattooed body glistening with sweat and his skin contrasting against my pale skin.
I shuddered as I came, nearly collapsing to the ground. I steadied myself on the wall, licking the bloody lip I didn’t even realize I was biting in attempt to keep quiet. I continued to wash my hair, body still shaking with pleasure. And in this moment I realized- I was attracted to short tattooed men with tattoos and russet-green eyes. When I climbed out of the shower and left the bathroom, Frankie turned to look at me and his eyes widened slightly, giving me the same look Billie gave me as I showered last night. Goddamn I’ve been showering a lot, fucking crushing on guys gives you the urge to smell good I guess. Maybe that’s why women always smell so good.
“Iero, stop staring at me and go do something useful.” I snap, and Frank’s look turns to a glare.
“I’m not gay, Gee. That’s you.” He replies, storming off to the front of the bus and off it. I hear him say something to someone and quickly slide my boxers on in case anyone enters the bus.
I look up when I hear footsteps and a voice I’ve come so familiar with recently.
“Hey, Gerard…sorry, I’ll come back in a minute, I know you don’t like changing in front of people.” Billie says awkwardly, turning around.
“Nah, dude, it’s fine. We’re all men here, right?” He turns around and smiles. I slide my jeans on and turn to him and he begins talking.
“I was thinking…maybe MCR could play a song with Green Day tonight, ya’know? Or maybe I could
run out during Prison dressed in drag!” He jokes, “Ya’know, like what Tre’ wears for King For A Day!” I feel my eyes widen and I swallow, forcing myself to laugh. Holy shit, keep your calm, Gerard.
“Yeah, definitely.” I reply sarcastically, “but seriously, playing a song with you guys would be badass!” I say and his smile grows.
“Sweet!” He smiles, “Maybe you guys could come out during like…Whatever song you’d like. Just not Jesus of Suburbia…that song means way too much to my fans to fuck around onstage with, ya’know?” I nod in understanding and admiration—how much he cares about his fans. I smile at him and hope to myself I won’t let my school boy crush get the best of me.
“They really mean a lot to you, huh? Your fans?” His smile grows and he nods, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
“I uhm….they’re my family. Without them, I wouldn’t be here today. They mean everything to me.” I smile and nod, understanding. “I think they saved me just as much they say I saved them…haha…” His eyes grow distant.
“Billie, I hope one day I have that special of a connection with my fans as you do yours.” He looks up at me and nods, his smile big.
“You will, Gee. It takes time, but you will. Eventually, each fan you meet will affect your life in some different way, and you may not remember each and everyone of them, but you’ll remember the things they tell you.” His eyes were calm as he said this, and I nodded, feeling the words sink in.
“Billie! We have an interview! Come on!” Tre shouts, peeking into the front of the bus.
“Uh, I gotta go, so, we’ll talk about what song later, yeah?” Billie says, looking somewhat disappointed. I nod and he runs out after his wild drummer.
“FUCK! NO! PUT ME DOWN! FUCKER! PUT ME DOWN! TRE’! STOP IT!” I hear Frank shouting and look out the window to see the rambunctious drummer running around with my guitarist over his shoulder.
“BILLIE! MAKE HIM STOP!” He screeched and the fellow guitarist replied through giggles.
“Tre’, put him down.”
A/N AAAANNNNNDDD new chapter soon if I get reviews? please?!?
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