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Don't Call me when I'm Doin' It in an Interview!!
Matt never shows up and moves to Cali! :O And, -gasp!- Will Gerard ever find out about Anton? What happends when he does, hmmm? -winkwink- -nudgenudge-
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WARNING!
This chapter contains mature subjects and graphic scenes not suitable for immature readers or readers 18 and under. If you think you're mature enough, 18 an over or are already a Vinegar and Baking Soda addict, please don't give a damn about this warning and read on. ^^
Happy Reading!!
~Mina-chan
"I'M HOME!!" I called as soon as I walked into the Way household; it'd became my second home ovr the months, and over the past year. And few months.
"Hi Coal!!" I heard Donna call, after I'd taken off my shoes at the door.
Yeah, well, uh, the nickname COAL comes from the fact that everytim Donna sees me, I'm wearing something BLACK. Well, in fact, it's not just when she sees me or vice-versa... It's pretty much all the time.
I'm just not a bright color person, y'know?
Donna really was like a second mother to me. Everything that happened between me and Gee, she knew. And what's REALLY fun is that she wouldn't talk to him about what I said..! She'd always say he'd learn it when I'd tell him.
I mean, she knows things even Mikey doesn't know!
...Unless Gerard told him.
Which really wouldn't surprise me, since those two are really close. Sometimes, a little TOO close...
Anyways.
"So, where are the guys?" I asked, nonchalantly heading for the fridge, after Donna ushered herself back into the kitchen. Probably washing the dishes.
"Oh, they're in the garage! Waiting for you, I guess." She answered, and I didn't need to be told twice.
After downing my glass of milk(eeeeew, I HATE milk. I must be sick or something...), I headed sdtraight for hte garage door in the basement.
"Yo g.. Who the FUCK is he?!" I said, poiting at the guy that most CERTAINLY was not Matt. Who was one of Frank's friends.
"...Oh, uh, he's the guy that's fillin in for Matt..." Ray started, letting someone else pick it up for him.
"Yeah, he moved to Cali because of his job." Bob added, quickly shutting himself up after he saw my deathglare.
"Schecter. Brian Schecter." the replacement presented himself, getting up to shake my hand.
"...Fye. Fye Belmont." I smile lightly, mentally killing myself for thinking for a SECOND that Brain was hot.
But...
I mean, you just CAN'T resist to think that! Big blue eyes, messy, short brown hair, looks like he's totally rippes, tanned skin...
But I prefer my own little vampire ANY day.
"So... Can we torture him now?" Mikey snickered, showing that, for once, he could be the bad guy.
"Just don't kill him. That's my job." Gee smirked.
How I loved my mass murderer.
~~~~~~~~~*~
"Sorry... I have to, uh, go and shit..." I sighed, brushing my hair out of my sweaty face.
"...Why..?" Gee breathed on top of me, not really intending on letting my neck get out of his mouth's grasp.
"I have a rendez-vous with..." I paused then, mentally slapping myself a few million times. HE. COULD. NOT. KNOW. I mean, Anton was a leech, and Gee was...
I mean, he'S MY MASS MURDERER for god's sake! I was just FUCKING scared of what would happened if he found out.
"...with who?" he paused for a moment, just long enough to look up at me.
"A friend of the family." I groaned, trying to find a quick way to get out of explaining everything. "Parents making me see whoever it is..."
And then my cellphone rang. Gee picked up, like usual, but I SERIOUSLY freaked out when I saw the time. I was already supposed to be with Anton by now!
"Y'ello. ...No, she's kind of busy right now. OH, you want to tell her you'll be LATE? Yeah, no problem, man. Yeah, later." And then he hung up.
I wanted to DIE just then. I mean, Gerard was looking at me like he was about to kill someone. Most likely ME.
"This is NOT what it looks like..!"
"...Then was is it..?" He whispered, still keeping his furious eyes on me.
"...His name is Anton he's just some random leech guy I met in college and I really don't like him that much but he's just got this kind of face you can NEVER say no to and I mean for ME to say that it has GOT to be something and then we went out once and I REALLY felt bad about going out with an other guy but then I got caught up in meeting him again and I REALLY HATE HIS GUTS."
And then I breathed.
Gee seemed made for a while. But then, everything seemed to turn into a big joke, since he started laughing like crazy. I REALLY didn't understand what was funny.
"What the FUCK."
"You should've seen your FACE!"
"WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT?!"
After having calmed himself down, Gerard just seemed like his normal careless(but so very sexy) self, and pushed me back down on my favorite bed.
His.
"Do you really think I give a damn about the random assholes who tthink you're into them?" he smirked, picking up my ringing phone again.
"She's busy fucking me. Later dude." he said nonchalantly, ddropping the phone back o nthe nightstand.
"...Okay, give me two seconds to process what just-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?! It's NOT even TRUE...!!"
"Oh, it will be." Gee snickered, returning to the oh-so fun job of kissing my neck.
We've never done anything oral. NEVER. Not only because I personnally found it disgusting, but because Gee perfectly understood where I was at. He always said that I should never do something because of social pressure, and that he wouldn't ever force me to do anything I didn't WANT to do.
I mean, 'Vampire's will never hurt you', right?
I moaned once or twice, quietly, vaguely reminding him that his mother was still in the house, and that Mikey could randomly barge in and laugh at us like he usually does.
I just received a groan as an answer.
Good enough for me.
Just like I wrapped my arms around Gerard's neck to pull him forwards, the familiar bulge in his pants only made me smirk. Through the tight black jeans, I played with it a little, only shivering when I heard his quiet and freakishly feminine moans.
It didn't take more than a few minutes for both our shirts and pants to be on te floor, my clothes tangled with his. In fact, have the stuff on his floor was mine...
Oh well. Anyways.
Gee was seriously getting better with bras. It only took him ten seconds this time... As opposed to every other time whre I'd have to unclasp it myself.
Though I STILL had the same FUCKING problems when it came to taking off his FUCKING belt...!
Especially the bat one. DAMN I hated it and its stupid complicated self.
After a few minutes of just kissing and hands romaing around to touch every inch of exposed skin, My hands ventured a bit lower, fiddling with Gerard's hardened erection through my favorite black boxers.
I cringed lightly at the fact that I'd once worn them, some night I'd slept over... And done things. Anyways.
After an other (delicous)minute of moans from the (just as delixuous)man above me, any other piece of pointless clothing was removed. Then came the oh-so useful condom(seriously kids, wear one or make your boyfriends wear one. It prevents STIs and pregnancy. WAY more fun than you'd think.), I gave his erection a light squeeze.
Just enough to make his grit his teeht and groan. Or moan... Something between the two.
"Bitch." He growled into my ear, making a shiver run up my spine.
"Manwhore."
"Slut."
"I'd say son of a bitch, but Donna's too nice for that." I breathed, since that was the moment he'd chosen to slam into me.
And we're both fucking crazy(hah, literally), so we really don't do that 'go slow then fast' crap.
We just screw like fucking deprived animals every time.
And GOD.
I can NEVER get enough of those moans...
This chapter contains mature subjects and graphic scenes not suitable for immature readers or readers 18 and under. If you think you're mature enough, 18 an over or are already a Vinegar and Baking Soda addict, please don't give a damn about this warning and read on. ^^
Happy Reading!!
~Mina-chan
"I'M HOME!!" I called as soon as I walked into the Way household; it'd became my second home ovr the months, and over the past year. And few months.
"Hi Coal!!" I heard Donna call, after I'd taken off my shoes at the door.
Yeah, well, uh, the nickname COAL comes from the fact that everytim Donna sees me, I'm wearing something BLACK. Well, in fact, it's not just when she sees me or vice-versa... It's pretty much all the time.
I'm just not a bright color person, y'know?
Donna really was like a second mother to me. Everything that happened between me and Gee, she knew. And what's REALLY fun is that she wouldn't talk to him about what I said..! She'd always say he'd learn it when I'd tell him.
I mean, she knows things even Mikey doesn't know!
...Unless Gerard told him.
Which really wouldn't surprise me, since those two are really close. Sometimes, a little TOO close...
Anyways.
"So, where are the guys?" I asked, nonchalantly heading for the fridge, after Donna ushered herself back into the kitchen. Probably washing the dishes.
"Oh, they're in the garage! Waiting for you, I guess." She answered, and I didn't need to be told twice.
After downing my glass of milk(eeeeew, I HATE milk. I must be sick or something...), I headed sdtraight for hte garage door in the basement.
"Yo g.. Who the FUCK is he?!" I said, poiting at the guy that most CERTAINLY was not Matt. Who was one of Frank's friends.
"...Oh, uh, he's the guy that's fillin in for Matt..." Ray started, letting someone else pick it up for him.
"Yeah, he moved to Cali because of his job." Bob added, quickly shutting himself up after he saw my deathglare.
"Schecter. Brian Schecter." the replacement presented himself, getting up to shake my hand.
"...Fye. Fye Belmont." I smile lightly, mentally killing myself for thinking for a SECOND that Brain was hot.
But...
I mean, you just CAN'T resist to think that! Big blue eyes, messy, short brown hair, looks like he's totally rippes, tanned skin...
But I prefer my own little vampire ANY day.
"So... Can we torture him now?" Mikey snickered, showing that, for once, he could be the bad guy.
"Just don't kill him. That's my job." Gee smirked.
How I loved my mass murderer.
~~~~~~~~~*~
"Sorry... I have to, uh, go and shit..." I sighed, brushing my hair out of my sweaty face.
"...Why..?" Gee breathed on top of me, not really intending on letting my neck get out of his mouth's grasp.
"I have a rendez-vous with..." I paused then, mentally slapping myself a few million times. HE. COULD. NOT. KNOW. I mean, Anton was a leech, and Gee was...
I mean, he'S MY MASS MURDERER for god's sake! I was just FUCKING scared of what would happened if he found out.
"...with who?" he paused for a moment, just long enough to look up at me.
"A friend of the family." I groaned, trying to find a quick way to get out of explaining everything. "Parents making me see whoever it is..."
And then my cellphone rang. Gee picked up, like usual, but I SERIOUSLY freaked out when I saw the time. I was already supposed to be with Anton by now!
"Y'ello. ...No, she's kind of busy right now. OH, you want to tell her you'll be LATE? Yeah, no problem, man. Yeah, later." And then he hung up.
I wanted to DIE just then. I mean, Gerard was looking at me like he was about to kill someone. Most likely ME.
"This is NOT what it looks like..!"
"...Then was is it..?" He whispered, still keeping his furious eyes on me.
"...His name is Anton he's just some random leech guy I met in college and I really don't like him that much but he's just got this kind of face you can NEVER say no to and I mean for ME to say that it has GOT to be something and then we went out once and I REALLY felt bad about going out with an other guy but then I got caught up in meeting him again and I REALLY HATE HIS GUTS."
And then I breathed.
Gee seemed made for a while. But then, everything seemed to turn into a big joke, since he started laughing like crazy. I REALLY didn't understand what was funny.
"What the FUCK."
"You should've seen your FACE!"
"WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT?!"
After having calmed himself down, Gerard just seemed like his normal careless(but so very sexy) self, and pushed me back down on my favorite bed.
His.
"Do you really think I give a damn about the random assholes who tthink you're into them?" he smirked, picking up my ringing phone again.
"She's busy fucking me. Later dude." he said nonchalantly, ddropping the phone back o nthe nightstand.
"...Okay, give me two seconds to process what just-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?! It's NOT even TRUE...!!"
"Oh, it will be." Gee snickered, returning to the oh-so fun job of kissing my neck.
We've never done anything oral. NEVER. Not only because I personnally found it disgusting, but because Gee perfectly understood where I was at. He always said that I should never do something because of social pressure, and that he wouldn't ever force me to do anything I didn't WANT to do.
I mean, 'Vampire's will never hurt you', right?
I moaned once or twice, quietly, vaguely reminding him that his mother was still in the house, and that Mikey could randomly barge in and laugh at us like he usually does.
I just received a groan as an answer.
Good enough for me.
Just like I wrapped my arms around Gerard's neck to pull him forwards, the familiar bulge in his pants only made me smirk. Through the tight black jeans, I played with it a little, only shivering when I heard his quiet and freakishly feminine moans.
It didn't take more than a few minutes for both our shirts and pants to be on te floor, my clothes tangled with his. In fact, have the stuff on his floor was mine...
Oh well. Anyways.
Gee was seriously getting better with bras. It only took him ten seconds this time... As opposed to every other time whre I'd have to unclasp it myself.
Though I STILL had the same FUCKING problems when it came to taking off his FUCKING belt...!
Especially the bat one. DAMN I hated it and its stupid complicated self.
After a few minutes of just kissing and hands romaing around to touch every inch of exposed skin, My hands ventured a bit lower, fiddling with Gerard's hardened erection through my favorite black boxers.
I cringed lightly at the fact that I'd once worn them, some night I'd slept over... And done things. Anyways.
After an other (delicous)minute of moans from the (just as delixuous)man above me, any other piece of pointless clothing was removed. Then came the oh-so useful condom(seriously kids, wear one or make your boyfriends wear one. It prevents STIs and pregnancy. WAY more fun than you'd think.), I gave his erection a light squeeze.
Just enough to make his grit his teeht and groan. Or moan... Something between the two.
"Bitch." He growled into my ear, making a shiver run up my spine.
"Manwhore."
"Slut."
"I'd say son of a bitch, but Donna's too nice for that." I breathed, since that was the moment he'd chosen to slam into me.
And we're both fucking crazy(hah, literally), so we really don't do that 'go slow then fast' crap.
We just screw like fucking deprived animals every time.
And GOD.
I can NEVER get enough of those moans...
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