Movie nights at Gerard’s were few and far between because of your conflicting schedules, so when you two finally figured out a date that worked for both of you, you were so excited.

Unfortunately, the day before, you had gotten your period, and it was bad.

You had debated cancelling on Gerard, but you knew how stoked he was to finally hang out with you after not being able to see each other for more than a few passing minutes when leaving or coming home from work for the past couple of weeks. It would’ve been cruel to do that to him, even in the state that you were in.

So, you didn’t cancel.

Instead, you pounded back painkillers like your life depended on it and brought over a hot water bottle, praying that the drugs would kick in well enough to provide adequate relief, so you could enjoy hanging out with your friend.

Things were going well. You sat in the lounge room of the basement, playing some video games and catching up with all the news you two had missed, laughing at some funny work anecdotes Gerard shared. 

You told him about how you accidentally smashed a vase at work, and even though the story wasn’t in the slightest bit funny because it got deducted from your pay, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the world.

A little while later, you had moved to his room as the sun had fully gone down, and the old couch was making your ass numb.

Gerard had put a movie in his little TV that sat in the corner of his room, and about halfway through, the cramps started to reemerge from the depths of your uterus, squeezing the organ within an inch of its life. 

You cursed and climbed off his bed, rifling through the little bag that sat in the corner of his room that you brought with you, opening the front pocket to take out your emergency stash of painkillers.

Empty.

“Fuck.” You dropped the empty packet back into the pocket.

“You alright?” Gerard piped up from the bed, pausing the movie.

“I don’t have any painkillers.”

“Painkillers? Are you in pain?”

There was a brief pause, and you winced as another cramp hit, breathing out of your mouth as you reached for your hot water bottle and a pad. It was probably time to change it anyway.

“Here, let me…” Gerard scrambled from his bed, holding out his hand for the bottle. “I’ll find some Advil, I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.”

“Thanks.” You deposited it into his hand, and you both split off out of his room, him to the kitchen and you to the bathroom.

You’d been around him before while on your period, although it was always the tail end, never the start. He’d always been helpful, though, but it had been a while since you’d hung out with him and been on your period at the same time.

Freshened up, you had curled up in Gerard's bed, bearing down and box breathing each time a wave of cramps hit you as you waited for him to come back.

“Hey, I found the Advil, and I, um, got you some water too.” He pushed the door open, walking over to the side table and placing down the glass and pills, handing you the hot water bottle.

You snatched up the pills and gulped them down, chugging some of the water along with them. Sometimes you could tough out the worst of your cramps and aches, but today was not that day. Your back hurt, your thighs hurt, everything just fucking hurt, and you cursed yourself for being careless.

“So…” Gerard started, sitting by your legs cautiously. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, no. I should be good… In a bit, I’ll just have to—fuck—tough it out until the meds kick in.”

He nodded, climbing over to the other side of the bed and settling in, turning the movie back on.

Every minute that passed was like a countdown to when you’d rip out your uterus for good, and you tensed each time the pain got worse, making you groan in discomfort as it started to make you feel sick. You caught Gerard looking your way with every sound you made, playing with his thumbs and biting his tongue from saying anything.

That was until you rolled your head into the pillow, breathing out a tortured moan, and accidentally leaning your head against his arm.

“Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do…?”

“Punch my fucking abdomen.”

“W-What?”

“You want to help me? Punch my abdomen.” You grunted, rolling onto your back.

“I’m not doing that.” He said with a laugh, quickly stopping when you eyed him annoyedly. “I can, uh, massage it instead?”

At this point, you would’ve taken anything, so you nodded weakly and lifted your shirt and lowered your pants just enough to expose some skin.

He turned on his side to face you, propping his head on his hand and moving closer to the point where you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You squeezed your eyes shut as another cramp knocked the wind out of you, and you felt his fingers gently dig into your skin, rubbing in circles and kneading your flesh.

It provided some relief, but not enough to distract you for long.

Your head rolled to the side, and you groaned again, grimacing. “Thanks…”

“Yeah, of course, anytime. It sucks seeing you in pain.” He spoke softly, nimbly pressing down into your lower stomach.

You peeled your eyes open and looked up at him. He was watching the screen, breathing slowly, and you kept your gaze on him until he glanced down, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Is it alright? You can tell me to stop if it’s not.”

“No, it’s good… Feels good.” You reassured him.

It wouldn’t be insane to say that there had always been this weird tension between you two, lurking underneath the layers of your friendship ever since high school. Puberty had formed cracks that you both actively chose to suppress, only ever giving in to it once when you were both drunk; even still, it was only a kiss.

You tried to forget that night, and you didn’t even know if Gerard still remembered.

Sometimes he would perv on you, but you thought nothing of it as it never went further than some offhanded staring for a few seconds until you caught onto what he was doing.

But he’d always been like that, and you loved the little creep anyway.

Another cramp struck, striking down your lower back, and you arched up sharply, bearing your teeth as you hissed, eyebrows knitting together. You whined and rolled into Gerard, frustrated with this bullshit. “God, please make it fucking—agh—stop.”

He carefully placed his hand on your hip, patting slowly as he put his chin on the crown of your head. “I can try this one thing… Only if you want to, of course.”

“Anything.” You squeaked.

Gerard took a deep breath, almost as if he was preparing to say something heinous. “I read on this website that, um— “ He swallowed. “Orgasming can help with the pain temporarily.”

“Gee, what fucking websites have you been on?”

“Normal ones! It was just— I read it and there were a lot of people saying it helped them.” He stuttered out. “I could… You know… Assist. Or whatever.”

What you should’ve done then was back off, pull away, anything but what you actually did. You didn’t know if it was the hormones speaking, or if it was something you secretly wanted, but the warmth and the cheap cologne mixed with sweat and cigarettes that clung to his clothes and the proximity of the two of you clouded your judgment enough to get you to say something even you didn’t expect. “...Okay.”

“Wait, have you ever…?” You pulled back as your brain processed what the fuck just happened, looking up at his blushing face.

“Yeah! Yeah, a couple times. If it doesn’t feel good, you can tell me to stop.” He mumbled the last part, looking at anything other than your face.

It was rare that either of you shared your sexual encounters with each other, it was kind of an unspoken rule. But, you never knew he’d actually gone down on anyone.

“The blood. Um, have you got a towel?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’ll just wash my sheets, they’re black anyway.” Bullshit. “Blood doesn’t scare me.”

Oh?

He shuffled down as you turned onto your back, slipping your thumbs underneath the waistband of your shorts, hesitating for a moment. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. Just helping my friend out.” He smiled a little, waiting on his knees between your legs like some obedient dog.

It was kind of hot.

You pushed your pants and underwear down, wincing again as the ache spread down your thighs, and discarding them on the other side of the bed, your knees up like a medical exam as you put your feet back down.

Gerard took no time in laying on his stomach, and you looked down at him briefly when his hands wrapped around the outside of your thighs. You were shaking in anticipation, and maybe also pain, as his eyes locked with yours.

He looked fucking hungry.

With nothing more to say, you nodded at him for the go-ahead and rested your head back on the pillow.

The first connection of his tongue to your clit made you squirm, but the next few helped you relax into the sensation. It already felt amazing. How sensitive had you been?

He licked you gently, his soft lips brushing your hood and sending fizzling tingles from your chest to your cunt and making you shudder. You moaned softly, the pleasure and pain mixing into something masochistic inside of you.

It felt like he gained confidence with each pretty moan that fell from your lips, and he inhaled deeply, closing his mouth over your clit and applying more pressure, squeezing your thighs a little. You felt him shift as he squeezed, and you passed it off as him trying to get comfortable.

As the minutes ticked by, he got more indulgent, more greedy, lapping at your cunt like it was water, quickly pushing his hair back before replacing his grip on the inside of your thighs, using his fingers to spread you open a little more. Your legs fell outwards as he sucked gently, a choked sound escaping your throat, and you shifted onto your elbows, looking down at his mess of black hair between your legs.

That was when you noticed his hips moving softly against bed.

Another jolt of pleasure.

“Gee—fuck.” You gasped, watching him as he dragged his tongue from your hole to the tip of your vulva, blood coating it and the bottom of his chin. You had been leaking out the whole time without even realising.

It sent you spiralling, and your hole pulsed for something to fill it before you exploded from need. “Fingers, Gee, plea-please…”

He took no time in sinking two of his fingers into your slick cunt, and you felt the breath get sucked from your lungs as your head hung back. Immediately, your hips started to move, and you gently fucked yourself as he sucked and licked on your clit, messying the lower half of his face, trying to keep up with the change in pace.

“Feels s-so good, keepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoing.” Thank fuck that no one else was home tonight, because you were loud.

Gerard whined as your fingers laced into his hair, holding his head in place, and you could tell he was fucking harder into the bed by the movement of the mattress.

Overwhelming heat pooled deep within you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge and muffling all other thoughts. All you could feel was the way his tongue moved and the sensation of his fingers hitting your g-spot as you got more and more aggressive, bucking your hips against his face.

It took all of fifteen seconds for the floodgates to break, and your elbows gave out, fingers slipping from his hair, body locking and tautening as you whined out, filling his room with the sweet sounds of your release as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, drawing everything he could from you.

He moaned into your skin, twitching himself, the bed jutting a few times before it ceased.

He just fucking came.

The waves ebbed as he began to slow down, eventually stopping and pulling his face from your cunt. You drew the strength to look down at him, the sight of his blood-soaked face making you throb around the fingers that were still buried inside of you.

“Fuck.” Was all you could manage, aftershock still burning within you.

“Did I do good?” He said, voice a little whinier than you remembered.

“Yes, that was fucking amazing, Gee—ah—” Your body seized as he hit your G-spot again and kissed the inside of your thigh tenderly.

He worked his fingers, sending your brain into a lust frenzy as you cursed, seeing the slight smirk on his face as he held eye contact with you, the usual hazel colour replaced by blown-out pupils.

It was only when you begged for him to stop that he obliged, pulling out.

His hand was covered in your blood, much like his face, and as he sat up, you couldn’t help but notice the little wet patch on the crotch of his pyjama pants. He looked so wrecked and drunk off of you that it twisted your chest.

You stared at each other for a moment, breathing heavily.

“We should get cleaned up…” He said quietly, his usual shy demeanour returning, still holding his hand up.

“...Yeah, probably.”

✩✩✩

You and Gerard had settled back into bed, cuddling each other as another movie played. Whatever just happened was surely going to change your friendship from now on, but deep down, you were okay with that, and the way that he looked at you as you stood in the bathroom together washing up was enough to tell you he was more than okay with it, too.

He scratched your arm softly as you listened to his heartbeat, yawning a little.

“It’s late.” You sighed, not wanting to move from the comfortable position.

Gerard had work in the morning, and the last thing you wanted was to make him late. He already struggled to show up on time as it was.

“Stay, please.”

“Gee—”

“Please.”

It took Gerard six weeks to come to the next weekly function. 

He simply couldn’t face you, to see that beautiful smile and head-strong eyes after imagining what they’d look like in bed. After giving in once, he felt like he couldn’t stop. He was so addicted to just the thought of you it was hard to focus on anything else. Even around his family, if someone would even mention you - fuck, it was bordering on pavlovian. He felt like a 13 year old boy just hitting puberty again, understanding why people would choose to have pre-marital sex for the first time.

When the next invitation to a function came around, per Mikey's overzealous request, he came up with another excuse. He knew you’d be there. You always were. 

-

He was slumped over his desk, writing this soulless comic he was working on for some shitty cartoon slop when Mikey approached him for the third time, waltzing into the basement - without knocking, idiot - and announced that there was a party being held at one of his own college friends house, that Gerard should come “just for a little while, to loosen up a bit” which basically translated to “I’m going to get shitfaced and I need you to babysit me afterward.” 

Gerard let out a huff, “No, Mikey, I gotta get this finished.” Mikey’s face twisted into one of annoyance. He crossed his arms like a petulant child, staring at Gerard with a pointed look that said, “I don’t give a fuck”

-

Gerard knew he’d cave eventually. He could hardly say no to anyone, nevermind his little brother. So that’s how he ended up here, holed up in a shitty basement, with some punk band he didn’t know the name of screaming down a discordant microphone - the frontman was called… Fred? Frank? Oh well, he didn’t really care anyways - all he knew was that he would rather be at home, watching low quality star wars re-runs or jacking off. 

But that was the issue. The highlight of all of his recent fantasies, the person that has been infesting his brain like weeds better than any porno could ever hope to recreate, was nowhere to be seen. A part of him was relieved. Another part was urged to stomp his foot on the ground, frown and whine in displeasure. He hadn’t seen you in a long while, save for his constant stalking of your Friendster profile whenever you posted a new photo, and he missed seeing your face. He missed having your eyes directed at him instead of a camera lens, he missed having your words spoken to him rather than typed out on a social media blog. He missed you. 

He decided to at least make it worth his while, lingering around the corners of the room, muttering responses when spoken to, checking in on Mikey every few minutes to make sure he wasn’t getting too drunk. 

He was hovering in the kitchen, debating whether he had mingled long enough to slip out, when he saw you. 

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

He was so screwed. You looked just as beautiful as last time, throwing your head back in a laugh at something someone insignificant said, absolutely glowing like you were the only god damn person in this entire party. He was so, so, unbelievably fucked. He needed to leave, like, yesterday. 

He slowly backed out of the kitchen, choosing to go and hunt for Mikey, and come up with some stupid excuse - god, what is he even gonna say? “Oh yeah, I just saw the girl I've been busting a nut over every night and day for the past six weeks and now I have to go because my body’s basically trained itself to associate her with the most debauched mental images imaginable”? Fuck no! - he weaved carefully through the crowd of people, meticulously searching for that unkept mousy hair. 

He couldn’t find Mikey. Double fucked. He searched the house from basement to attic, nowhere. He was probably fucking. Ew. Gerard didn’t want to think about that. Gerard didn’t want to think about fucking as a whole in his current state - his boner going down at the panic of being alone at a party and also the mental thought of his brother having sex, but still not less than half mast. 

He had no idea what to do. He was all alone. He had no way of calling his brother - fuck Mikey and his stupid broken phone - and no one else to talk to. 

Except you.

He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. But what other choices did he have, really? He let out a shaky exhale, entering the kitchen once more. You were actually alone this time - no laughing, obnoxious frat boys trying to make you drink a little more so they could convince you to go home with their sorry asses. And that’s not Gerard’s intention. He may be a sorry ass, he may be pathetic (and painfully perverted), but he isn’t ever going to act on it.

He’s accepted he’s not even near your league. The only other part is to pray he doesn’t return to full hardness after just hearing your voice - jerking off to you in private is as sinful as it is, he doesn’t need you to know how much of a freak he is. 

Your eyes landed on him first. That’s not his fault. It may have been his intention to find you, but that doesn’t mean he was actually going to talk to you, so when you excitedly prowled over to him, humming his name in a sing-song voice… it was not his fault for the shiver that ran immediately through him.

“Long time no see, dude! Where have you been?” You exclaimed with a smile, “I mean, I know parties aren’t really your thing - but come on! Didn’t you miss me?” You cocked your head to the side, the smile quickly turning teasing as you jabbed. Gerard flushed.

“I- I know, I’m sorry, I just had a lot to do with.. Work n’.. All that stuff- y’know how it is, right?” He muttered, staring at you like he’d seen a ghost, whilst simultaneously looking like that ghost is also jacking him off, “I did though! Err– miss you, I mean.” He said, looking even more flustered over his slight stutter. God, he was so pathetic. 

“Aww, Gee! I missed you too, silly. I kept waiting around for you at those stupid parties for you to show up n’ you never did!” You said with a (what Gerard thought at least) teasing giggle, “Way to tell a girl you’re not interested.” Your smile grew almost feline in wickedness, watching him splutter and his eyes widen impossibly.

“I– No! That’s not what I– Seriously, I just had so much going on and work was driving me crazy and–”

“Dude! Chillax!” You said, “I was just pullin’ your leg! But hey, does that mean you are interested?” 

Jesus. You were going to give Gerard an early grave. He really hoped his pants concealed what the fuck was happening down there - his face however, was less than hidden. He looked absolutely mortified. He had no idea what to say. Of course he was fucking interested! He had been ogling you for god damn years! What the fuck?! And god knows he’s never gonna say that to you, so he just stood there like an absolute idiot until you waved your hand over his eyes.

“Earth to Gerard? Is anyone home?” You looked genuinely concerned, he felt like such a dick, he was so fucked up for this. You were just teasing him and he’s getting stupidly in his head about it - he needs to get his god damn head screwed back on.

“I– I’m sorry, fuck, I didn’t mean to space out like that, I just– I’mreallyfuckingintoyou and I know you’d like never, ever be into me, I mean, who would, right? Seriously, I’m so fucking sorry– Holy shit–” He spewed out like word vomit, his face redder than mars and bordering on tearful as your expression was entirely unreadable. 

He stopped for a gasp of air, before you placing your hand on his shoulder - to which he gasped even louder, because oh god, touching him after admitting to that - fuck, he’s so horrible and he’s so perverted and you are too sweet to him. He’s a dirty, dirty sinner and you are dragging him down unknowingly and he’s going to hell and–

Fuck. 

You kissed him. Your lips on his. Mouth to mouth. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He froze up and whined far too obscenely for just a lingering peck, especially in such a public place. You giggled against his lips.

“You fucking idiot! Gerard! Jesus Christ, I thought I had fucked up!” You said, pulling away.

He looked wrecked. Absolutely fucked. How is this real? How is this happening to him? Just one peck and his dick was fucking pulsing, brain cells gone - how does one talk again? 

He looked up at you dazedly, a soft smile already appearing on his lips, “Seriously? Like– Are you joking or–?”

“Gerard. If you do not drive me to your house and take me down to your bedroom right now, I will leave you blueballed and never fucking speak to you again. I swear to God.” You said urgently, groaning at his disbelief - you seriously understood why people called him such a virgin loser in high school now.

He wasted no god damn time once his brain kicked into gear, grabbing your wrist to waltz through the people in the main room and right out the door - no time for pleasantries this evening. He pulled the keys to his muddy ford escort from his skinny jeans, unlocking and turning the engine on faster than any formula one driver could hope to achieve.

-

The drive was tense. Gerard’s palms were sweaty. He was sure his room was a mess, and probably stunk, and there was dry cum on his bedsheets. He hoped you wouldn’t mind as he pulled up to the house (thankfully, no evidence of Mikey found), grabbing your hand quickly to unlock the door and pulling you down into his bedroom. 

“Uh– ‘m sorry, I know it’s a messy n’ stuff, I kinda didn’t exp–”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, dummy.” And he did. Inexperienced lips clashing with yours, slightly too desperate, forcing their way onto you, trying to take control. You quickly shoved that idea of his down as your hands moved to his neck, pushing your tongue against his mouth to take it back, exploring his mouth like it wasn’t even his anymore, like you owned it. You basically did.

He whimpered into the kiss, hands shakily going to your waist, uncertainty and cluelessness claiming his every movement, before you both pulled back gasping for breath.

“I’ve never– I don’t know if I can–” He spluttered, eyes glazed and dick throbbing as he watched you pull your shirt off, torso now bare in front of him. No bra. Fuck.

“You don’t know if you can what, hm? You wouldn’t sin for me, baby? Not even just a little bit?” You purred, your eyes half lidded and filled with temptation. He huffed, unable to look away from your tits. “Oh, I think you can, alright. You like what you see? Wanna touch?”

He whined loudly, his eyes squeezing shut as he subconscious leaned closer, “Pl– please, please, can I? Oh, please, I’ll do anything, I swear–” He whimpered out, his voice coming in short pants just from a little touching. You giggled and nodded, taking his hands in yours and placing them on your breasts. 

He immediately squeezed, timidly at first, opening his eyes and letting out a desperate groan. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was so painfully hard, but he didn’t fucking care. He was touching you. He was allowed. He had been good. He gained more confident in his movements, allowing himself to fondle them, rubbing his thumb against your nipple and watching it harden as you gasped. 

“Uh-huh, that’s it, good boy. You just wanted to touch me, hm? Is this why you were avoiding m–” You paused to gasp as he rubbed particularly roughly, sending a spike of pleasure to your core, “Fuck yeah– this why you were avoiding me? Poor baby, I was depriving you, huh? It’s okay. You just got too desperate, isn’t that right?” 

He whined and nodded, looking up at you with glassy eyes and drool coating his lips, “Mhm– Was– hah, was so scared… thought you’d hate me- felt so naughty f’thinking of you like that… ‘m sorry– wanna be good f’you, wanna make you feel good, mommy–” He gasped as the word left his mouth, not even realising that was something he was into until now. Your smile widened as a breathy giggle escaped you.

“Wanna make mommy feel good, yeah? That’s okay. You can try, but I know you’re so pathetic it might not even work… Wanna try sucking my nipple, yeah? That’s easy enough - even dumb boys like you could do that.” You said, your words a cruel mix of condescension and kindness, driving him wild with need as his legs threatened to give out. 

He led you to the bed, laying you down slowly as he latched his mouth to a nipple, moaning around it as he began to suck softly. His eyes closed, his hips began doing circular motions on the mattress beneath him - so desperate for anything at this point. 

“Y-yeah, fuck– such a good little bitch for mommy, huh? Doin’ so well, sweet boy– fuck!” You moaned, head thrown back as he bit your nipple a little, before moving to the other untouched one, and beginning his motions again. 

“M-mommy, lemme- Hah… C-can I– eat you? Wanna make you feel– mmh, wanna make you feel good… Please– please can I? Promise I’ll do it good, do it the best.” He whimpered around your tits, mouth now leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere he could reach, greasy fingers tugging at your waistband impatiently.

“Yeah, baby boy, c’mon, eat me out like a good boy– make me feel the best.” You half-moaned, half-growled as you lifted your hips for him to pull down your jeans and panties at the same time. 

He looked like you had just given him the world, his hips bucking into the mattress as he groaned lowly, sputtering a plethora of curses. This was better than any fantasy he’d ever had, better than any dream, anything he could’ve ever imagined.

He wasted no time delving straight in, your hands wrapping around his unwashed hair and tugging tightly as his tongue began exploring, the vibrations of his moans leaving a more than pleasant feeling on your clit. 

It didn’t take long for him to find it, a loud scream escaping you as he latched on, tongue doing figure of eights as he hummed, your hands tugging at his hair eliciting borderline pornographic moans from him. Your hips bucked wildly, desperate for more of his sweet tongue and beautiful noises as you slowly ramped closer to your climax. He left your clit with a gasp, pulling his tongue down to lick inside of you, desperate to feel your walls around him in some way. 

He was about to cum. Oh fuck. He was so close. He wasn’t even grinding his hips anymore, the noises you were making - the way you were pulling on his hair - was enough. He was so so close, but he’s trying so hard to hold on, to make you feel good, to make you finish first.

“C’mon baby, be a good boy n’ finish mommy off, hmm? Make me feel so good– Oh, fuck– Gee, shit, ‘m so fucking close don’t you dare god damn stop–” You gasped, panting as you tugged impossibly tighter.

It hit you like a freight train, white hot pleasure shooting through you as you painted his face white with your release, body coiled up and rigid with the force of it as you screamed. He licked you through it, scooping up your release with his tongue until–

Jesus fucking christ. He came entirely untouched, his body tight and then laxed immediately, panting and shivering as his eyes glazed over, completely fucked out. 

“M- mommy… Thank you- fuck, oh my god, thank you- tasted so good- mmh…” He muttered, his cheek resting on your thigh as his breaths came in big gulps for air.

“Aw, baby, y’made me feel so good, i’m so proud of you. Did so good for mommy. Wanna clean up, or should we rest now, hm?” You said back, softly, hands combing through his hair soothingly as your voice was just as croaked and wrecked as his. 

He whined and gripped your thigh tighter, clinging like a koala to a branch, grounding himself there as his breathing evened out.