#countgerard

Today was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life.

keywords: supposed to.

That was, of course, until you found your soon-to-be partner in life, Jordan, going down on their best friend. Great! Now two important people in your life are dead to you. Two birds with one stone!

Once the scene finally registered, your body made a sharp 180, vision already blurred with tears.

"W-wait!" Jordan was quick to their feet, wiping the evidence from their mouth with the back of a hand. Firmly grabbing your wrist, they were pulling you back, your body spinning to face the room again, "Baby- sweetheart, It's not what it looks like-fuck-I swear on my life."

Their eyes were blown out and panicked, breathing turned ragged and desperate. The buzzing in your ears was much too loud to even register the words leaving their lips. Your mind still stuttering with the new crushing reality of what the scene meant. They could see the way your breathing was becoming frantic, how the emotions were suddenly catching up now that you were forced to be still.

"Please- It was a mistake, baby. A stupid fucking mistake. You have to understand-" Jordan stumbles over the words, taking a deep breath to try and sound more put together, "I didn't know what I was doing."

All you can do is shake your head, choking out tears as you reject every plea and excuse they send towards you. With the last of whatever preservation you had left, you shove Jordan off, desperate to get away from them and this suddenly suffocating room.

You can barely hear the pleas for you to come back, to let them explain, as you rush down the hallway, tears now falling without remorse.

The first person who witnesses your hysterical crying is Gerard, your best friend. The man who has held you through way too many heartbreaks to count. The man who was more than enthusiastic and supportive when you showed him the ring. The man who was happy to see his best friend finally start her happily ever after.

You stumble into him when rushing down the never-ending dramatic staircase of the old castle-like venue. His phone fumbled out of his hands, clattering to the floor of the landing.

He had been taking photos of the architecture, having wanted to make a collage for you. Something artsy but meaningful that could be hung on the wall of your forever home.

But the phone was immediately forgotten the second he saw your tears, hands shooting up to stabilize you. "Whoa- hey-" He's quick to brush the loose strands of hair out of your eyes, hands cupping your face as he inspects you, as if there is some physical sign or explanation for your crying. "What the hell happened?"

You're quick to mutter out a half-choked explanation through tears. "Slow down, please, take a deep breath. I can't understand a thing you're saying." his hands are gentle when brushing away tears.

Desperately, you try to take a breath, to no avail. The second you try to inhale, another wave of tears comes crashing down. "C-cheated- they- I saw-" was all you could squeeze out.

Gerard didn't need much more to understand.

Without another word, Gerard is guiding you to the exit with a hand on your back. You don't ask where he's leading you; at this point, you don't care.

It's not until you hear the sound of calm water that you realize where he had taken you. The lake you both had gone to as sad and brooding teenagers. The light breeze hits your tear-streaked face as you pry your eyes open. Your breathing finally stabilizes when the view focuses.

A part of you wants to be upset that he'd taken you to such a sentimental place after such a devastating event, having now slightly tainted the waters with the heartbreak, but you can't help but immediately ease at the familiarity.

In the midst of you processing your surroundings, Gerard tugs off his suit jacket to place it on the floor, giving you a place to sit without completely ruining the dress you'd spent so much on.

Once both settled in, Gerard filled the silence as you both looked out into the familiar water, reminiscing on all the stupid shit they did when they were younger.

"Yknow that piece of graffiti we always made fun of when walking here from school?" He asks softly, head turning to look at you as your gaze stays on the water.

(Imagine something like this but in a badly done "I'm 15 and this is my first time doing graffiti" form)

You can only give a small smile, nodding with a short sniffle.

He lets out a quiet laugh before confessing, "I made it."

That squeezes a weak laugh out of you, shaking your head, disbelieving, "No, the hell you didn't."

Gerard puts his hands up defensively, "I did! I did!" His voice had that teasing lilt, the one he always used when joking around.

"I noticed the wall was empty and thought, y'know, maybe I could fill it with something cool for our walk here." He shrugged, sighing, "But of course, it turned out looking like well- that."

A strained laugh left his lips as he continued, "I wanted to impress you, I guess…"

The mumbled confession made you turn, blinking at him, "You're actually serious?" You whisper over the soft sounds surrounding both of you.

Gerard gives a single nod.

"Oh gods- Gee, if I had known-" but he was quick to cut you off with a laugh "Nonono- It deserved the criticism. I was trying way too hard." He doesn't give you time to continue pitying his sad attempt at graffiti.

"I will say that it was fucking terrifying to come out here in the middle of the night, doing shit I knew I shouldn't be doing." He lets out a sigh before remembering more, "I even dragged Mikey with me, Gods- the amount of times he threatened to tell you I made it when I stole his shit." He hums at the memory, silently making a note to ask Mikey about it later.

"But hey! It kind of worked, right? We got closer because of it." He smiles, eyes locked with yours.

You open your mouth to speak, only to close it again before laughing, genuinely laughing. The sound only makes his smile brighter. "You're so stupid, Gee." huffing as you rest your head on his shoulder, just like you did all those years ago.

A comfortable silence falls over you again; this time, you're the one to break it.

"Does that mean baby Gee had a little crush on me?" You can't help but tease, head lifting just enough to meet his eyes again.

The question made him tense, hissing like he'd been caught. "I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious." He mumbled, looking away, pretending to be interested in some bird passing by.

A loud laugh escapes you, your head winding back to look at him better, "Are you kidding me? I thought you hated me at first!" confession slipping out with a smile, "If I had known, I would have been way more forward with my crush on you." Nudging him with a smirk, like he was in on the feelings you had all those years ago.

Gerard's head snaps back towards you, eyes wide. "You liked me?" He looks stunned, confused, and oddly hopeful.

"Duh," you shrug like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "You were cool, a little nerdy, and super sweet. I'm surprised more girls didn't like you."

That gets you a mischievous smirk from him. Oh, here he goes- "I'll have you know, I had ladies all over me!"

Letting out a loud groan, you roll your eyes. "Plushies from your grandmother don't count, Gerard."

Your earlier nudge is returned with a scoff, "You're just jealous you didn't have ladies all over you too." He teased, happy to have gotten your mind off your shitty ex-fiancé, even if only for the moment.

Gerard can't help but want to push it. He wants to ask more about your past feelings, heart begging to know if any of it remains. Still, he knows better, knows you're in a weak position, that he shouldn't take advantage of it. But gods, the confession, even if for the past, reignited those feelings he'd been trying so hard to press down.

The hours pass, the sun now only barely visible over the trees across the lake. The two of you continue your nostalgic banter as Gerard, ever the magician, brings out some much-needed drinks stashed in a secret cooler he kept at the lake.

You were quick to question why he did such a thing and why you didn't know about it sooner, but he brushed it off as a recent addition. making sure to leave out the part where he had prepared to come here after the wedding to get black out drunk and cry over you.

It didn't take long before both of you had succumbed to the alcohol, now drunk, giggly, and way too touchy to be considered friendly.

Your head was still leaning on Gerard's shoulder, now tilted just right for your every breath to be felt on his neck, shivers shooting down his spine with each giggle.

One of his hands was clenched at your hip, breathing just slightly labored, desperate to keep the mask of "perfect best friend" up through his drunken state, trying not to make a fool of himself after such a heartfelt night.

You could feel how tense he was, smirking against him, "Gee, loosen up. Have some fun." You're met with a strained laugh, "I'm trying, but it's kind of hard when you're-" His words are swallowed by a gasp as you leave a single kiss at the base of his neck.

The sound, soft and needy, motivates you to mark a trail of kisses up his neck. He crumbles, sweet sounds leaving his lips with each press of yours, body buckling back when you push against him just slightly.

Now lying half on top of him, your hands wander from his neck to the belt of his pants, chuckling when his hips buck up in response.

"Someone's excited," the soft mocking words leave your lips as your hand brushes against the very obvious tent. "Fuck. are we- are we really doing this? Right here? We shouldn't- we really fucking shouldn't," his voice rough, cracking slightly when he tries to be reasonable.

His body promptly betrays his rationale when his head rolls back with a moan, hand finding your lower back to keep you close as his hips chase the friction.

"I'll stop if you really want me to, Gee," you whisper, getting a hasty shake of his head in reply before he's ducking to catch your lips. "No- no, god- please keep going." He pleads between hungry kisses. Your hands jump to cup his face as you return the kisses with equal fervor, giggling as he fumbles to flip you both over.

"How far do you want this to go, baby?" he's panting against your lips, hips hovering as his hands travel under the dress, kneading at your thighs. You can't help but shiver at the pet name, biting your bottom lip just long enough to keep him guessing. "All the way, if you'll let me."

Not having to be told twice, you're being hauled over his shoulder as he marches to the parked car used to bring you here. You're all but thrown into the back seat, Gerard slotting between your legs the second the door is shut behind him.

His lips find yours in another desperate kiss, hands slightly trembling as they try to undo the godforsaken white dress. He swears he's used his next seven years of luck when the dress quickly loosens around your torso, allowing him to tug it down your legs, throwing it to the floor of the car.

His lungs practically cave in when he scans down your now barely covered form. The delicate white lingerie clinging to your curves is enough to send him to the afterlife.

Teasing, you whisper a quick "Take a picture, it'll last longer." before pulling him down into a kiss as your hands tug at the buttons of his remaining clothes, smirking as you hear him groan from the frantic and heated touches.

His hands were moving before he could even fully process what their intentions were, pushing your panties aside and dragging up the soaked heat with a single finger before landing on your clit, making tight circles in a frenzied need to please you. It wasn't until your sharp moan echoed in his ears that he realized he was already close to exploding.

Once he has a good view of your thrown-back head, his fingers are quick to dip lower, teasing at your core with a smirk, laughing at your whine. "C'mon, use your words, sweet thing," he croons.

"F-fuck- Gerard. Please, I'll do anything. J-just- need your fingers, baby." You pant out, brows furrowed with an embarrassing amount of need. "Anything?" He repeats with a raised brow, getting a quick nod from you in response.

He leans in, lips ghosting yours, "Fine. You're gonna cum on my fingers n then I'ma fuck you until I'm pleased. I don't care how many times you have to cum on this dick, we're not stopping till I'm satisfied. Got it?"

You swear you get lightheaded from the words alone, cunt already clenching around nothing as you give a desperate nod. "Yes- yes. understood." Your eagerness to comply rewards you with a deep thrust of his fingers, already curling in search of your sweet spot.

A sharp “Oh fuck!” leaves you in a gasp, nails digging into the pleather of the seats before one hand shoots up to grip his hair, tugging at the roots to make sure he's close enough to taste your moans. “Yeah? You like it, baby? already falling apart for me?” nipping at your bottom lip, his thumb now pressing against your clit.

giving an eager nod as helpless whines roll out of you with each circle of his thumb. Your body jolts when his fingers finally curl just right, whines suddenly devoured by desperate moans. You're greedy when gasping "Right there- Gerard- baby. there!" hands finding his shoulders as your hips jerk up to meet his.

He's quick to press your hips down with a free hand, fingers picking up its pace now that he's found the spot. Your eyes snap to the back of your head, jaw hanging open as your moans catch in your throat.

“Close? You fucking close? damn- cum on my fingers, baby. go on,” he growls against your lips, the rhythm of his fingers relentless. Your pleasure finally crests, thighs convulsing around his wrist before completely tensing with a guttural moan.

The pace of his hand slows, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure as your body loosens back up. Despite your soft protest, his fingers eventually slip out, unapologetic when he cleans them with his tongue, growling at the taste.

Once clean, his lips dart down to meet yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue while he tugs at his belt. There's no hiding his sigh of relief when his dick springs free from the restraints of denim and cotton, giving it a few quick pumps as you process the size and shape.

You're nearly starting to drool at the sight. Sure, the length and curve were sculpted perfectly, but god, the thickness. It's enough to make you dizzy just imagining the stretch.

His soft “Can you take more?” kicks you out of your daze, voice quiet despite the clear, desperate hunger in his eyes. "Yes," you give a hasty nod, "please," earning you a ravenous smirk and a rewarding press of the tip against your already-clenching core.

A sharp hiss escapes him when the head catches, forcing him to sink in slowly, already struggling to keep from embarrassing himself. The slow sting causes the air to lock in your lungs, only to escape in a harsh gasp when he's halfway in.

Gerard lets out a piercing curse against your neck once his hips are flush against yours. You're barely given any time to take in the full feeling before his hips twitch, voice needy against your lips, “so- fucking tight-shit-can I move? Please, sweetheart- I need to move.”

Unable to trust your voice, you give a quick nod. He wants to make you use your words, but his body is coiled so tight that he can't seem to find it in him to push.

He gives a few testing thrusts, eyes locked onto your face to study how each one undoes you before committing to a good pace. The car squeaked, being jostled from side to side with the force of each snap. Beside your hips, his hands are clutching at the seat, your shared moans intertwining between kisses and nips.

Gerard is quick to get annoyed at how your legs have no place to settle, grasping onto your ankles and pushing them up towards each side of your head, forcing you into a clamshell position. You let out a shrill-like moan at the burn of your muscles in the unfamiliar position, but the new angle is too good to protest.

He can tell from the way your legs shake that the position is a struggle, loosening his grip just a bit to keep you from pulling something before praising, "Look so fucking pretty like this, baby-fuck-look at you. Taking it so fucking well."

You can't muster up a reply, head rolled back, drunk in more ways than one. Forehead covered in sweat, he purrs a soft "Look at me." His gaze is firm as he drinks in your expression, wanting to clock the second you crash over, which won't be long considering how he's plowing into you in a way you've never been taken.

Your breath caught, sobbing out, "G-Gerard- close- I'm gonna- fuck!" He makes sure to keep the exact pace, hitting the same spot that makes you dizzy just enough to push you over. "Fuckfuckfuck-! Yes- come on my fucking cock-" Letting out a cry, your nails dig into anything they can reach as you come undone for the second time that night.

The fluttering walls, desperate to milk him, drag him down with you. Body half collapsing as his hips press flush against yours, spilling inside, grunting with each twitch.

Tiny kisses trail down your neck as you both catch your breath, your legs now loose from his grasp, hips still pressed into you. He leaves a tiny nip at your shoulder before looking up to meet your tired gaze with a smirk. "You're not done, right, sugar?"

You give a tiny grunt, "Gee, there is no way you're already ready for another round-" He cuts you off with a greedy laugh, "Oh, you'd be surprised." nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back to see how the thin coat of sweat covering you catches in the night light

"Been waiting so long. Could go all night." He confesses with a smile before forcing you to all fours, hand already in your hair to tug at the roots to whisper in your ear, "Don't pass out on me, sweet thing."

A/N:

I'm trying to start fewer paragraphs/sentences with "You" and "He" and oh my goddd it's difficult.

I hope the smut isn't too bad :3 got kinda lazy tbh