You came to learn that Gerard hid a bright, vibrant personality beneath all of the long, greasy hair and baggy black clothes. He made you laugh more than anyone you'd ever met. Things had progressed to you coming to Gerard's house after school almost every day to spend some time together without prying eyes. Of course, at school it was strictly business, cold looks and even colder shoulders - but in Gee's basement, everything was beautiful and warm.

You were on his bed, curled up with laughter, cheer uniform riding up your thighs as you lean back against his pillows. Gerard couldn't help but look, licking his lips, slightly distracted from his story.

"Yeah, it was crazy. And then, he poured a carton of milk over my head and I tackled him, and a teacher had to pull us apart. I was a crazy kid, nothing like I am now."

"I like how you are now. You're a loser, but in a cool way."

Gerard looked at you for a second, a small smile on his lips. He always found it hilarious when you attempted to be nice. Every kind thing you said had the words 'loser' or 'nerd' in it - you'd stopped calling him a freak after halloween night. It felt a little too mean, and he had a soft spot in your heart now. Yeah, he was a loser, but he was your loser, and you realized that if you'd heard anyone else call him a freak, your eye would twitch and you might just explode. In that case, why would you say it yourself? Loser was fair game, though.

"Yeah?" He says, crawling up the bed and lying next to you. He looks at you, eyes wide, and you glance at him, shocked to see him so focused on you.

"Yeah. You're a nerd, but it's cool. Like, different. Not everyone should be the same."

"So why are you the same? Like the other people at school, I mean."

"Have to be. Cheer captain is the head of fashion, beauty, athleticism... and everyone is always watching. I've got a lot on my shoulders."

"Maybe you're taking yourself too seriously. Maybe it's not all bad."

You turn to him, a small understanding smile on his face. He was so cute, and so naïve.

"I promise it's all bad. Imagine everyone's eyes on you in the hall, watching your every move. I'm not even placing unnecessary importance on myself, it's seriously that intense. One hair out of place, and you're dead meat socially."

"So, that's why you won't talk to me at school?"

"You're a nerd. Don't act surprised." You say with a straight face, and he blinks a few times, taken aback. You break out in a contagious smile, reaching out and poking his cheek. "Just kidding. But yeah, it's technically social suicide to talk to anyone who isn't popular. If I wasn't captain, I wouldn't care, though."

"Do you enjoy being captain?"

You sit in thought for a moment, lip slightly pouted as you look at him.

"Not really, no."

"Then why do you do it?"

"I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Being nothing."

You sit in a slightly stale silence for a while, shifting onto your side to look at him. He's staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm scared of being nothing too."

Your hand comes out to cup his cheek, turning him to you and placing a soft kiss on his nose.

"No matter what our school life is like, you're something to me. You're someone." Your eyes linger on his, and a blush comes to his cheeks. "That's why I like you, Gerard. You don't care what they think. You live how you want to live. You don't feel the need to be popular."

His hand comes to your hip, gently brushing his fingers against the gap of skin between the two halves of your uniform.

"Y'know," he says, clearing his throat nervously. "My time with you is the most fun I ever have. I only have a few friends, and they think I'm crazy for chasing after you. They think I'm dumb, that there's no way you could..."

"Like someone like you?"

"Yeah."

You pout slightly. "You just need to wash your hair, and you could be any other boy in school." You say playfully. He grins.

"Do you like me? I know you said it when you were drunk, but-"

"I do, Gee. I like you." You drop your hand from his face to his shoulder, brushing your thumb against his neck. "A lot."

"I like you too, but I'm afraid I like you more than you like me."

"Just wait."

"Huh?"

"I'll show you how much I like you."

-

The next day at school, Gerard spotted you in the hallway, applying lipstick at your locker. He itched to speak to you, to touch you, but knew better. All he could do was watch from afar.

He saw you turning, locking in on him - and you were walking straight for him, two cheerleaders on either side of you. He stiffened, nervously hiding his face in his locker, but he could smell your perfume behind him and hear your obnoxious minions popping their gum.

"Hey," you say, voice soft. He turns, honestly frightened, backing up against his locker.

"H-hey," he stammers out, brows furrowed in confusion. The other two girls stare him up and down, as if they have a bit of a new outlook on him, but are still slightly disgusted. Gerard brushes his hair from his eyes, looking down at you.

"What's up?" You ask, twirling your hair around your finger, popping gum. People were staring - they were always staring at you. "What class you have next? I'll walk you."

You smelled so good it made his knees want to buckle, and he wanted to reach out and kiss you right then and there, but he held back, swallowing thickly and watching your hand as you twirled your hair.

"Um, nothing, and math - no - science. With Wilson... Sorry." He stammers, looking back at your eyes. You're smiling at him like you do in the basement, and it makes him want to melt.

"Don't be sorry, nerd. C'mon." You say, and the minions part to both walk on your left side so that he can walk to your right. He was stunned by your kindness, frozen in place as you started to walk ahead of him. When you noticed he was lagging behind, you turned, hand on your hip.

"Gee, c'mon! We're gonna be late." You tap an imaginary watch, giving him a playful smile. He finally moves, almost tripping over his own feet as he slams his locker shut, settling into stride with the three of you. He never noticed how robotically you walk in sync - but he tried it, and it felt weird, so he walked normally.

He felt your hand brush his, tingles fluttering through his fingertips. He hurriedly moved his hand, muttering "Sorry," but was surprised when you took his hand abruptly, lacing your fingers together.

You walk like this, him slightly out of stride, hand sweating against yours - until you're at his classroom door. You turn, looking up at him, still holding his hand.

"See you later?" You say, hopeful, as if Gerard wouldn't let you wreck his entire fucking life with those eyes. He smiles sheepishly, nodding.

"Y-yeah, always, sugar." He says. He blushes brightly when he realizes he let a bit of your private life out, unused to you speaking to him at school. "I mean, I mean yeah, bring some sugar. I'm, um, making cookies."

Your free hand comes up to his cheek, and you smile, dazzling him, pressing a bit closer. He was enveloped in your perfume, nearly about to faint from your touch.

"Yeah, I'll bring the sugar." You say, standing on your toes and giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. You hear a few audible gasps from behind you, peppering throughout the halls, and you pull away with a slight blush.

Gerard clamps his mouth shut to keep himself from stuttering, looking down at you with wide eyes and a racing heart. He nods, squeezing your hand gently before reluctantly letting it go.

"I should get to my last class," you say breathlessly, eyes on only him, trying to block out the gossiping around you. "I'll see you tonight."

You step back and so do your cheer minions, giving him a flirty little wave and turning on your heel, skirt flowing. He watches you walk off before stumbling through the doorway of his classroom, stalking to his seat and zoning out the entire class - he couldn't wait to see you again.

-

You were coming down the steps of his basement - he always told you to just let yourself in - when you saw him at his desk, scribbling away with headphones on.

You sneak up behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders gently. He jumps up, and you shout "Boo!"

He scrambles, tearing his headphones from his head and rolling back in his chair, groaning with relief when he sees it's you.

"Fuck, sugar. Don't scare me like that." He grumbles, wheeling forwards and wrapping his arms around you. He breathes you in, rubbing his hand on your back before pulling you down into his lap with a yelp.

"What was all of that at school today?" He asks, large hands gripping at your thighs beneath your skirt to keep you in place, fingertips brushing your new glittery pair of spanx. "And are these new?"

You blush. No one else would have ever noticed that. "Yeah, they're new. And, I dunno... I told you I'd prove that I like you."

"But didn't you just say it was social suicide?"

"Maybe I felt you were worth dying for." You say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and placing a soft kiss to his lips. "Maybe I want to be like you, and just not care anymore."

You kiss him again, more passionately this time, lips moving slowly against his. He groans, hands moving up to your hips, gripping tightly.

"You drive me fucking crazy," he mumbles against your lips, kissing you hungrily. "I just... fuck." He grunts. "I wanna show you how much I like you too."

His hands are roaming your body, gripping and massaging your soft skin in his rough hands. He rolls the chair back until it hits the couch, spinning you and pinning you down onto the soft cushions. His mouth is all over your neck, marking you up - he wanted everyone to see you were his, and you weren't stopping him. You're breathing heavily, opening your legs so he can slot himself between them.

He rolls his hips against you and you're whimpering, melting in his hands as they slide down to grip your sides and lift your cheer top over your head.

"I wanna see all of you," he groans as he pulls it over your head, quickly taking off your bra - he was getting better at it - and tossing it behind you. His mouth is on your chest in an instant, nipping and sucking at the bare skin as he kisses down your stomach. He's tugging at your skirt and spanx now, scooting out of the way to drag them down your legs. He's back between your legs in an instant, kissing all the way down to your core.

He kisses your inner thighs, taking his sweet time, leaving sloppier, open mouthed kisses the closer he gets to what you need. Soon, he's diving deep, and your back is already arching off of the couch.

He's down on the ground, face between your thighs, knees over his shoulders as he devours you, tugging at his jeans to free his aching bulge. Once he's free, he's pumping his length in his hand, thoroughly enjoying the taste of you.

He tugs his jeans down his legs, face never leaving your cunt until he had to take his shirt off, but he didn't waste a second before he was between your legs again, lapping up your wetness.

Your hand found his hair - it was freshly washed, which made you smirk - and you gripped it tightly at the root, rutting your hips up into his mouth. He groaned into you, suckling your clit greedily.

You let out a soft moan and he sucks harder, your moans growing louder.

"That's right," he mumbles into you, tongue flicking at your clit. "Feels good, huh?"

You're moaning in response, and that's good enough for him as he presses a finger to your entrance.

"Tell me when you're close, I don't want you to cum yet." He says sternly, a side of him you've never seen before, causing you to clench around his finger. He slips in another, curling them upwards, his fingers brushing against your sweet spot that he'd come to know so well.

"Fuck, I'm close!" You were already teetering from just his tongue, pulling his head away from your clit. He doesn't stop his fingers, looking up at you with a fucked out face, standing and pulling his fingers out after pushing you a little further. He lines himself up with your slick entrance and pushes in with one agonizingly slow thrust, easing inside of you like you'd break if he went too fast.

You're already spasming around his cock, hand coming up to grip at his bare chest, freshly manicured nails leaving long red stripes in their wake. He begins to move slowly, rolling his hips, keeping you right at bay.

"Fuck, Gee. Go faster, please."

He shakes his head, holding your hips tightly.

"No." He says sternly, looking down at you with eyes dark with lust - a look you'd never seen from him before. Like he was in control. "I'm taking my time with you, like I wanted to before."

He's rolling his hips and snapping them when he gets to the hilt, your tits bouncing slightly with each thrust. He's slowly dragging it out of you, keeping you wanting more - so much more.

"Please," you whimper, and he comes down over you, burying his face in your neck.

"You sound sweet when you beg," he says, keeping his pace the same. "How about I make you make up for all of the time you were mean to me, sugar? All of those years? How about I make you beg?"

You're whimpering, clenching around him, gripping at his back.

"Please, Gerard, fuck," you whine. "I need it. I need you to fuck me harder."

"I know you need it," he says with a low chuckle. "But how bad do you want it?"

"So fucking bad, Gee. Please. I'll be sweet forever. I won't call you a nerd, I'll fucking... God," you moan, his strokes slightly increasing in pace.

"Yeah?" He says, almost mockingly, kissing your neck and licking a long stripe along your jugular.

"Yes," you cry out, clenching down again, walls fluttering with threatened release. "Please, I want it so bad. I want to cum for you."

Something in him snaps, and he's picking up the pace, hips snapping into you roughly.

"Like that, baby? You like it when I'm rough with you, huh?"

Your eyes are rolling back as he sucks on your neck, leaving one final mark for everyone to know who you belong to. You're clenching around him, legs shaking, back arching into him as he captures your lips in his, your desperate moans muffled by kisses.

He finishes inside of you, spilling out as he pulls out, relaxing on top of you and burying his face in your neck again. You're breathless, running your fingertips over his sweaty back, outlining his surprisingly toned muscles - must be from all of the exercise he gets with you. You smile.

"So, yeah, I think I like you more." he mumbles against your neck, peppering soft kisses.

"Oh, shut up."

"Hey, you said you'd be sweet!"

You scoff, rolling your eyes playfully. "I lied."

"Oh my God," he chuckles, sitting up.

"I wont call you a nerd, though. Just a loser." You grin.