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It had been a few days since you made Gerard, in no uncertain terms, cream his jeans, and tonight you were back at his place.
From the moment you stepped into his room, he was visibly antsy; you had no doubt about what was on his mind. The two of you hadn’t discussed the events of the previous evening much in the couple of days since.
Twitchy would be the word to describe Gerard tonight, more so than usual, though you managed to keep your cool, despite the burning heat between your legs. Regardless of the tension hanging over your heads, the time spent together proceeds as usual.
Maybe not completely usual. Throughout the night, your hands seem to find themselves unintentionally teasing Gerard in some sort of way. Sitting and talking on the couch while the TV drones on in the background, you trace his soft jawline, trailing your fingers down his neck as you make him shiver. “Hm, you seem a little distracted tonight, Gee. Something on your mind?” you tease while your hand continues to ghost across his chest. His initial response is nothing more than the hearty whine that slips from his lips. Biting your lip, you grab his face, forcing him to make eye contact with you. “C’mon, baby, tell me what you want…” you whisper.
With a shaky voice, he manages to mumble a response, “Can- Please can I touch you again. Please.” Your hand leaves his cheek, and he lets his head fall forward, stringy hair covering his face in an attempt to hide his nervousness. If only he knew covering his face wouldn’t hide the raging hard-on in his pants.
“Well,” you run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back and bringing his head up with it, “I think we could arrange that.” Gripping his hair firmly, you lean in, planting your lips roughly on his. Gerard’s hands immediately fly to your shoulders, a (respectful) habit that became muscle memory. The too sudden removal of your lips from his feels so wrong, though you need a breath to speak.
“Gerard, if you want to touch me,” you take his hands from your shoulders, resting them on your boobs, “Then you have to touch me.” He groans out an unintelligible combination of words with a nod, falling back into the kiss. Shoving you into the couch, his soft hands grip your breasts harsh enough that if you weren’t so turned on, it would’ve hurt. Your kissing was not coy in the slightest; as his tongue immediately forced its way into your mouth, prodding around viciously. Between the kissing and the soft feeling of your tits in his hands, Gerard was already moaning into the kiss, the vibrations tickling your lips. You begin to mirror his tongue, bringing yourself to a more dominant position in the kiss, fighting back against his aggressive motions.
He flattens his hands, rubbing the palms of his hands over your nipples lightly, causing you to moan into his mouth. The way the fabric of your shirt tickled your sensitive buds sent chills down your spine. You slip your hand under his shirt and to his waist, trailing your nails across his tummy. His body tenses beneath your touch, his breath hitching, though not enough to make him break away from your lips. Between desperate hands obsessing over each other’s bodies, your tongues dance together, your saliva combining while drool covers your mouths.
*
Was it really another night at Gerard’s if your mind wasn’t fogged up by midnight? The current passion of your kiss would typically have indicated it was time to stop, time to pull away and cup his cheek, kissing him gently one more time, before heading to the bathroom to clean up your face (and the mess in your panties). It would be time for bed, time to pick out one more movie before you set up your pillows on the couch. You had never lain in his bed, never even sat on it, and the unspoken agreement of you sleeping on the couch was the only logical decision.
Both of you knew he just wouldn’t be able to help himself.
Though this wasn’t just another night, neither was the last time. The first time you spent the night exploring each other’s bodies, Gee’s first sexual experience, his first time seeing tits, your tits. There wasn’t a thing you could ask him to do right now that he would disagree with. Letting him watch you shower, letting him see your pussy, albeit from a few feet away (you made him stand and watch from the doorway). But even after that, you still wouldn’t get in his bed, not yet, not until you went all the way. And while you fell asleep in your usual spot on the couch, stuffie in your arms and oxytocin flooding your brain, Gerard didn’t. Not for hours at least, the painful erection in his pants kept him wide awake.
No, he didn’t touch himself with you sleeping right there. Not that night at least. He didn’t know if he’d ever be able to admit it to you, but too many nights after you went to bed he would jerk off with you sleeping less than 10 feet away. To his defence, more than an hour of making out is gonna get him worked up, and you knew that.
This time though, it felt too wrong… That and he had just came twice. He just couldn’t stop thinking of the earlier encounter which didn’t help his situation at all. Eventually his exhaustion took over, even if he did wake up stuck to the bed.
*
Now, here you were, his jeans struggling to contain his erection, his hands on your boobs, and his tongue continuing to probe your mouth. Heaving breaths and muffled moans fill the gaps between kisses and Gerard brings his hands to your thighs. Rubbing them up and down, his thumbs grazing your inner thighs, you groan into the kiss, your own hands now on his thighs as well. When your hand grazes the tent in his pants, Gerard tenses, freezing for a second. You pull away from the kiss. “Gee… do you think you’ll be able to last this time?” you tease, smiling at his flushed and sloppy face. It takes a moment for him to respond, needing a second to catch his breath, “Yeah- Yes– I promise.”
“Mhmm… How can you be so sure, baby?” you coo, palming him softly through his jeans, drawing another whimper from him.
“I- Um…” he looks away, mumbling half a response.
“C’mon, baby,” you take your hands away from his lap, resulting in him darting his head back towards you, “I don’t wanna make you cum too quickly this time… Gotta know if you think you can really last or not.” Genuine concern laces your voice, even if it was totally hot, you want to play with him a little longer this time.
“No- No I can… I- I j- jerked off before you got here…” he heaves out meekly, already having lost his breath.
A smile spread across your face and you bit your lip, “Oh did you now…” He only nods in response, eyes darting between your face and hands, desperately wanting them back on him. “Wanted to last longer for me… You’re so thoughtful~” you gushed over him, leaning in for a small peck on the lips, before lifting yourself off the couch.
Gerard looks up at you with wide eyes, watching your slow movements, following your gaze as you drop to your knees in front of him. You crawl towards him slightly, placing your hands on his knees as you sit back on your thighs. His jaw drops with a whimper as your hands trail their way up his thighs. Bringing your hands back to his knees, you push them open, spreading his legs and scooting yourself between them. “Is this okay, baby?” you ask, looking up at him and bringing a hand to cup his boner. He nods furiously, “Yes- Please, sugar, I- Yeah. Please.”
As much as you’d like to continue to tease him, and despite his preparations, you knew he would cum too soon for what you had planned if you kept palming him through his jeans. Taking a breath, you bring your hands to his waistband, and beginning to undo his belt. As you slowly unbutton and unzip his pants, his boxers are revealed, along with the large wet spot on them. He twitches the whole time, so much so that you need to hold one of his thighs still and shush him gently. Your eyes are transfixed onto the thin fabric concealing his dick. Hooking your fingertips under the waistband of his boxer, you look up at him, met with his awestruck gaze. You smile at him before bringing your eyes back down, tugging the fabric down slowly. Gerard lifts his hips subconsciously to help with the removal of his clothes.
“Are you ready?” you look back to him for confirmation one more time and his frantic yet subtle nod assures you, not that you weren’t certain already, and you allow his length to spring free. A silence hangs between you both, heavy breaths emanating from each other simultaneously. He’s bigger than you expected, but let’s be honest, you weren’t really expecting much. Gerard’s breathing turned into consistent, shallow pants, his voice breaking when you finally wrap your hand around his throbbing cock.
You brush your thumb across his tip, smearing his plentiful precum around to use as lube. He whimpers out a shuddering breath as you begin to stroke his shaft slowly while you look up to meet his eyes. With his brow furrowed and his mouth agape, there’s no denying he’s already addicted to your touch. “How’s that feel, Gee?” you ask while continuing to jerk him off, precum continuously leaking from his slit. “S- S-ah– Good. S- So good– Please…” he pants out a strained response. Your thumb returns to his tip, circling it slowly while maintaining eye contact. Maintaining on your part at least, since you can hardly tell his eyes are even open, not that they’re truly staying that way to begin with.
Bringing your hand back to his length, you wet your lips before leaning in to take his tip into your mouth. “S-Sugar– What ar– Hoooly shiiiit,” his words contorting into a deep groan that trails off into a whimper. Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock carefully; it wasn’t just his first blowjob, but yours as well. Gerard’s hands fly to your head, burying his fingers in your hair and gripping tightly, while hot, open breaths leave his mouth. His short nails scrape against your scalp when you run your tongue over his slit, sour precum hitting your tongue. As you start to bob your head, Gerard gets evermore vocal, beginning to thrust into your mouth slightly. You bring both of your hands to his milky white thighs while you take him deeper into your mouth, trying to maintain control despite his erratic thrusting.
A slew of nonsense repeatedly spews from his lips, a combination of swears, moans, and your name. His moans turn into whimpers, his voice getting higher and higher as empty pleas fill the room, “Gotta- Gonnacum- Pleasepleaseplease– Gonnacumgonnacumplease-– Fuck!” He shoves your head down onto his cock, making you take him balls deep into your throat as he cums. Thick fluid shooting into the back of your mouth, his hands still dug deep into your hair, pulling tightly. As his body untenses, his hands drop from your head to his sides, allowing you to remove his dick from your mouth with one last suck, dragging a final long whimper from his lips. After swallowing his load, you lift your head to look up at him; you meet his eyes, pricked with tears, and get to admire his flushed face, sweaty and tired. A dribble of cum leaks from your mouth when you smile at him, causing him to groan once more and throw his head back, closing his eyes.
You use his knees as leverage to pick yourself up off of the floor, rejoining him in your spot on the couch. With your head falling onto his shoulder, you wrap your arm around his, snuggling in close, “How was that, Gee?” The cum on your lips and chin smear onto his shirt as you bury your face into his chest. “S’good… Mhmm… Ah-” he slurred, lifting his head and leaning over onto yours. The next few moments are filled with a comfortable silence, the heat emanating from Gerard’s body kept you pleased in your partial embrace.
Nudging his head off of yours, you turn to kiss him softly on the lips, lingering for only a moment. As you pull away, your eyes connect. “Tha- Thank you. Thank you,” he panted.
“Anything for you, baby,” you smile and cup his cheek, stroking it gently. You chuckle when you look down to see him still exposed. “You’re so fuckin’ cute, Gee. Let’s get you cleaned up…” your finger making small circles on his chest. Tugging him out of his crevice of the couch, he lazily allows you to help him up, his pants dropping to his ankles. As you lead him towards the bathroom, the way you had done before, you bite your lip lustfully, “Maybe I’ll have to get in and help you…”