Playing Catch-Up
Revenge Gerard Way x Fem Reader
Summary: After the extreme work schedule of the band leads to a distance forming between you and Gerard, you wonder if he misses you as much as you miss him. One night at a hotel after a show, you find out.
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Smut, Cunnilingus, Making Out, Oral Sex, Mating Press Position, Creampie, Shower Sex, Blow Jobs, Cum Swallowing, Friends to Lovers, Aftercare, One Shot
a/n: hi yall ive alr said it but tysm on the love on my last fic it means a lot hehe i just wanted to write something else before getting back to them :333 also im not that sure if the pics i chose r even revenge era but if theyre not shhhh pretend they are Ok pls enjoy :D
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“One minute ’till we start! How's it going over there?” You hear from the event manager.
“Everything good over here!” You yell from the sidelines. It was already the end of this leg of the tour and every night got easier to handle as the group’s sound engineer. Putting your headphones on, you see Ray and Bob adjusting their in-ears before walking on stage.
“Good luck, guys!” You shout at them.
“You too! Let’s fucking do this!” Ray cheered back. Bob let out a smile at you before they both headed on stage. You see Frank and Mikey get on stage through the right. You turn your eyes down to your audio console until you feel his presence. You look up and see Gerard putting his in-ear on. His postures tense and the look in his eyes is laser-focused on the stage and the cheering crowd. This look he does before shows always gives you butterflies. As if he could feel your gaze, his head turned towards you. You can feel your face heat up. You wish time could just stop here and he wouldn't need to perform and you wouldn’t need to only see him from a distance. How it’s been for the past months.
“Hey. Good luck.” You say.
“Thanks.” He lets out a warm smile before walking on. Your eyes never leave him. The crowd goes ballistic at seeing him.
The show begins and the energy from the band flies through the entire venue like wildfire. Everything’s going smoothly on the sound part, occasionally fiddling with the knobs on the console whenever a song needs a change in sound. But you, you’re still dealing with the internal emptiness you feel seeing Gerard.
You were brought on to work on their second album as the band agreed you were the only one who could do justice to their sound. As the recording went on, you became close with all the members, but you and Gerard had become inseparable. By the end, you had both known just about everything about each other. All of your free time was spent together, often walking around the city late at night or just going to comic shops with each other. It even got to the point where the members had begun to suspect a relationship was going on between you two. You both consistently denied it but still, something inside you did feel it didn't see Gerard as just a friend. He was undeniably beautiful, he was kind and sensible in the way a lot of men weren’t. He was extremely passionate in many things as well, often geeking out about music and the art he loved. He’d sometimes even give you beautiful drawings he had made; he'd yank them out from his sketchbook since he knew how much you’d like them.
You always recall this one specific moment at the album release party, hosted at a small bar in Newark, where your feelings for him began to be unclear. Everyone who’d worked on the album, along with friends and family of the members, were crammed into a lounge way too small to possibly fit everyone. You were sitting on a stool alone, the only people you knew aside from the band being the guys from the label. Even when the event was all about him, you had noticed him staring right at you from whatever corner of the bar he had been dragged into. Something about him looking for you the way you had looked for him made something bloom within you. You were barely able to speak to him that night. Maybe that was a sign of what was to come.
After the album had come out and had risen all the charts in the world, the schedule given to the band and the crew was grueling. There were weeks gone without showering or sleeping more than thirty minutes because of the excessive performing. This schedule was, of course, hardest on Gerard. The obsession the media had with him was impossible to even imagine happening to anyone in such a short timespan. You couldn’t even imagine what he could feel like. As a result, you both had slowly drifted apart. Despite still seeing him every day, the interviews and the shows came first. You deeply missed him, and you hoped he missed you just as much.
The show ended, and the crowd erupted. The guys had put on an incredible final show before the week-long break the label had given them to spend time with family in New Jersey before they were off to tour Europe. You had begun to pack up your equipment, relief sweeping over you knowing you were about to head with the entire team to a hotel with an actual shower before the flight from California to New Jersey tomorrow.
It’s an hour later and you’re finally getting on the bus and being driven to the hotel, you realize you haven’t seen Gerard since the show. Looking around the bus from the front, you see Gerard sitting in the back corner next to Mikey. His face looks down, covered by his raven black hair. You sit at the front beside the tour manager as the drive to the hotel begins.
The lobby’s huge and lavish, making you and the rest of your sweaty and slightly foul smelling crew stand out. Again, you look to see if you can find Gerard. You spot him standing somewhat far from the group, and his face isn’t covered by his hair this time. His expression looks troubled, he's staring at the floor with his arms crossed and biting his lower lip. You want to go up to him to see what's wrong until you get your room card from the tour manager. You’re the only female member on the crew so they’ve assigned you a room all for yourself. Everyone makes their way to the elevators and you’re just a foot from Gerard now. Still, you’re unable to say anything as Frank and Ray are talking about what they’ll eat when they get home. The elevator door opens and everyone heads to their rooms. You take one final look at Gerard. Maybe he doesn’t need you to be involved. You turn and walk down the hall.
Opening the door, you’re surprised to see the room. It’s fancier than anywhere you’ve ever been in. The bed is king-sized with what looks to be the softest blanket on earth laid neatly on it. The lamp lights that are turned on when you walk in are warm and give the room a golden glow. The glass doors leading to the balcony show a beautiful view of the coast. As you walk in, you walk past the full body mirror. Your eye bags are deep and your eyes are slightly bloodshot from the lack of rest. Your outfit is dirty and your shoes are starting to fall apart. You definitely don’t belong in a place like this. You take your shoes and your hoodie off, your tank top letting you feel the room’s cold air. You begin to unpack your things from your small suitcase. You’re interrupted by a knock at the door. Could it be? No, of course not. He’s too exhausted from the show to do anything now, much less talk to you. You turn the handle of the door.
“Gerar-”
He launches himself at you in an embrace. The movement is so sudden you let go of the door and stumble backwards. You haven’t hugged him in so long, but the feeling of his body is too perfect to forget. Your arms rise up his firm back, holding him tight as if he’d disappear forever if you were to let go. Tears begin to form in your eyes as you grip his leather jacket.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers.
You can hear his voice tremble and feel his chest heave. You look up and see tears streaming down his rosy cheeks.
“I missed you. I’m sorry.” He whispers.
“I missed you too, Gee. I…I missed you so much.”
You feel his hands holding you begin to hold tighter. Your tears begin to fog your eye sight before Gerard pulls away, his hands still lying on your waist. His teary eyes softened at the sight of you. You feel embarrassed at being seen crying, turning your head to the side to avoid his gaze, and to stop him from noticing how red your face has become. His right hand lifts from your waist to turn your head back at him. You can feel his rough hands gently caress your face as he lifts his thumb to wipe away your tears. As your eyes clear up, they meet him. You can feel your pulse speed up.
“God, your eyes. They’re beautiful. They’ve always been so beautiful.”
Your face heats up at this sudden compliment. You can see his face inch closer towards you, then stop. His eyes fall down to your lips, and before you can even reciprocate his lips push onto yours. Closing your eyes, you’re shocked at how soft his lips feel. You reciprocate and begin kissing him, your arms rising up to hold onto his neck. His lips open occasionally, his breath hitting yours. He pulls back, you both stay standing there quietly. Your eyes open and catch him focused entirely on you. He’s nothing short of beautiful. As if you could read each other's minds, your lips meet again. His tongue makes its way inside your mouth as his warm saliva takes over your mouth. He tastes sweet, an instantly addicting flavor. You could melt at this moment as your jaw opens to further let him in. His hand brushes against your cheek, his fingers stroking the nape of your neck. He tilts his head to push his tongue deeper in your mouth.
Eventually, you both pull back, catching your breaths as your foreheads are pressed against each other. Slowly, you both open your eyes, mouths huffing into each other. Then and there you realize everything you’ve felt for him the entire time you’ve known him. You love him, and now you know he loves you.
Your arms lower from holding him, and without thinking, you walk back to the giant bed in the middle of the room. He instinctually follows, eyes stuck on you the entire way. Just as you sit on the edge of the bed, Gerard’s lips return to meet yours, the same passionate rhythm leading his tongue. Your hands press against his firm chest as he feels your jaw. His low sighs and moans only fuel your appetite for him, and you feel him getting more aggressive hearing your own escape your mouth. His hands lift your face up as he begins kissing your jaw and neck. The sound of his lips smacking against your skin is pure bliss. As he lowers down your neck, you place your hand on his shoulder.
“Gerard…” You breathe out his name. He moves his head back and by seeing the desperation in your eyes, he knows what to do next. He lowers to his knees, his face inches from your crotch. His fingertips brush against your waistband, and swiftly pull down your pants to expose your black underwear. Maybe he can sense how wet you’ve gotten. He plants kisses on your inner thighs, driving you crazy with anticipation. The sight from above is incredible. Gerard’s beautiful face entranced by what lies beneath the fabric.
The feeling of Gerard’s hands traveling up your leg sends shivers down your spine. He eventually makes his way to your hips, his smooth fingertips grabbing hold of your panties. Your breath hitches. He carefully pulls them down your legs, as if unveiling a sacred work of art. The sight of your wet pussy makes the ache in his face stronger. Gerard leans in and you feel the tip of his nose brush against your clit. His tongue drags across your folds in an almost starved manner. You throw your head back as your jaw hangs open with pleasure. Gerard’s tongue begins to draw circles on your pussy, savoring as much as he can of your rich flavor. One hand of yours grips the sheets as the other grabs onto Gerard’s hair, pushing him deeper into you. His tongue curls up to your clit while looking right at you with those beautiful eyes of his while sucking on your most sensitive spot. You can't help but be loud, moaning out his name and begging him to keep going.
He catches his breath for a second and at that moment you can see your slick all over his mouth. He’s breathtaking. Before you can fully take in the sight he dives his head back in your pussy. His tongue finds its way deep in your folds, determined to reach every spot. You can’t muster the strength to keep sitting upright, falling back on the bed with your back arched off the bed. You wrap your legs around Gerard and push him deeper inside you with your heels. It’s almost impossible to be aware of anything at this moment with the pleasure of his tongue deep inside you. Your mind feels as though it's falling apart with every drag of his tongue. The wet sound his lips make against your pussy drives you fucking insane.
“Gee…fuck…ah…”
“You taste so good.” He mutters between licks. “I can’t take enough of you.”
Just as you feel like you’re about to cum, he rises from his kneeling position and removes his leather jacket, then his t-shirt. The sweat on his broad torso glistens with the light, you can’t take your eyes off him. He then unbuckles his belt, pulling down his jeans and pushing them to the side. He's left in his boxers, A trail of black hair leading downwards towards his erection. Gerard gets on the bed on top of you. By your waist, he pulls your body to the middle of the bed. His hands slide the tank top you’re wearing above your head, revealing to him your black bra. He carefully unclips your bra and lifts it off your body. Gerard ogles your breasts and before your nipples can harden in the cold air, he begins to knead your breasts with his soft, cold hands. You let out a whimper at the feeling of his fingers on your skin.
“You’re so beautiful. God…” Gerard mutters. His lips press down on your nipples as he begins to suck, his other hand massaging the other. He sucks hard on you, so hard you know your nipples are going to be sore the next day. His fingers brush over your nipple and pinch. The quiet squeal you make obviously turns him on, as he continues to pinch harder. He switches breasts, and as he moves his head you see how swollen the sucked nipple has gotten. The pinch to that one hurts too good. Gerard tongues the other eagerly, biting it in hopes of hearing the cute sounds you’re making. You stroke the back of his head as he continues to play with your breasts. The breathy moans he makes while nibbling make your heart pound faster, something you suspect he might feel through his tongue.
He gets up from your chest to kiss your lips again. His kisses are sloppy and messy and purely with the intent of tasting you again. You barely have the strength to kiss back as roughly as he does, having been weakened by his tongue. Eventually you stop to catch your breaths, pressing your foreheads together. Breathing into each other's mouths, the look you give him lets him know just what you’re craving now.
He finally leans up fully. His hands grab the waistband of his boxers and pull them down to his ankles. His cock springs out, his pink tip throbbing and already leaking precum. It’s heavenly when he begins to drag his tip through your folds. Gerard lays down on you, your chest pressed down on his cold skin feels amazing. His head rests next to yours and you can feel his breath against your ear. Then you feel him push inside you. Your mouth hangs open as his girth stretches your insides out. The warmth of his dick inside you spreads throughout your entire body. You both stay in that position for a while, letting each other's heat spread throughout your bodies. You raise your legs and wrap them around Gerard to push him deeper into you. Eventually you feel the base press on you, finally taking all of him in.
Gerard slowly pulls back before driving himself back into you. He continues to thrust back into you, picking up the pace and finding a steady, fast rhythm. His throbs while inside your pussy make it feel like your insides might burst. You cry out with ecstasy at his cock. His hands meet yours, his careful grasp totally different from the force in which he reaches your cervix. You can hear his moans in your ear at the feeling of being squeezed by your needy pussy. Turning your head to meet his, his lips join with yours. The kisses occasionally interrupted by either one of you having to pull away to catch your breath. With each thrust you know you’re nearing your climax. Gerard’s hands grip yours tighter as his moans grow progressively louder.
“I’m…Gee, I’m…ah…” You can barely get any words out before you cum on his erect dick. You moan in his mouth as your juices coat him. He follows up with his own climax as he comes deep inside of you. You both stay still with the only movement coming from each other's chests heaving. You stare at his face as he catches his breath. Gerard’s cheeks have become an adorable rosy color and his closed eyes made his long lashes stand out more than ever. He looked up at you, a slight smile grew across his face and he leaned in to kiss you. This time, the kiss was gentle, a slow show of his total adoration of you. His hand stroked your cheek, his thumb gently petting you just below your eye.
“You’re so amazing.” Gerard cooed.
You can’t help but look away timidly at this remark. “We should probably shower. I think we kinda need it, especially now.” You suggest.
“You’re right. When was the last time we were anywhere with a functioning shower? Ha! God, we're so fuckin’ gross.”
He gets up from atop of you and stands up from the bed. He reaches a hand out to you, knowing your legs must be feeling like spaghetti after all that. You both make your way towards the bathroom. He opens the door and leads you towards the shower. He turns the showerhead on and you giggle as he hisses at the freezing water falling on him. It doesn’t take long for the water to get perfectly warm.
“Hey, Gee?”
“What’s up?”
“Can you let me wash your hair?” You say with a spark in your eyes he couldn’t even try resisting.
“...Sure.” He says, crossing his arms. He’s never had his hair washed by anyone else, and having you do it is making him feel shy. Before he knows it, you’ve already got the shampoo cupped in your hands. “Bend down for me.” You ask. He bends his head down to be at your level, his position giving him a perfect view of your body as you run your fingers through his scalp. He doesn’t pay full attention to his view though, as the feeling of your fingers massaging his hair with the shampoo makes him feel like he's drifting off to another world. You lift his chin up to the falling water. He closes his eyes as the water rinses off all the shampoo, and you take the chance to fully observe his body while you begin washing your hair. He really is beautiful. His hair is fully clean now and he wipes the water away from his eyes.
“Yo, while I put on the conditioner would you wash my body?” You ask. He nods as his face becomes bright red and rubs the soap on his hands. He begins spreading the soap all over your body. His soft hands gently wash your body and you're embarrassed about still letting out moans when his hands brush over your nipples. He gets on his knees in order to reach your legs and feet and you can barely contain yourself from reacting to how he looks from above. He gets up once he finishes and you stand in the water to rinse the conditioner and the soap out.
“Let me wash yours now.” You said with a smile. You don’t wait for an answer before you start lathering the soap on your hands and running them along his torso and his wide back. You spend a while on his arms, you’ve always been obsessed with his biceps so you take your sweet time rubbing soap on them. You sit on your knees as you wash his legs and Gerard’s heartbeat begins to speed up. Your face inches away from his cock only causes him to become erect, and you take notice.
Taking his cock in your hands, you begin to drag your wet palms up and down his length. You can hear him whimpering from above you, and you take this as a perfect opportunity. You bring his tip up to your lips and plant a soft kiss on it before taking more than half inside your mouth. It’s all you can take before you know you’ll begin to gag.
“Ah…” You look up and see his head completely thrown back, his chest raising rapidly as he breathes. You proceed to suck his cock, your tongue tracing up every protruding vein. You can feel him throb against your lips with the push and pull you’re making with your mouth. His hand grips the top of your head as you suck him off, something that only makes you go deeper. Your nose begins to hit his thick pubic hair, the sensation turning you on like crazy. You begin to taste a saltiness in the back of your throat.
“I’m….I’m so close…” Gerard whines. Just a second later you feel his warm cum drip out on the back of your throat. You eagerly swallow and lick his tip for any excess before releasing him from your mouth. You stand up and kiss him just as he looks back down at you. Gerard rinses himself off, still slightly panting and his cock still mildly erect.
Stepping out the shower, you both dry yourself off with the softest towels you’ve used in your entire life. Hand in hand, you both get back in bed. Gerard pulls the blanket above you both, and reaches toward the nightstand to turn the lamp off. His arms wrap around you, his skin perfectly soft and warm from the shower now. You dig your face into his firm chest and your arms hold him tight .
“I love you. I always have.” Gerard mutters. Your face heats up and you know he can feel you smiling on his chest.
“I’ve always loved you too, Gee.”
His chin dips towards you and plants a kiss on your forehead. You both drift off to sleep, the sounds of the coast from outside wash away the rest of the universe, leaving just the two of you. Together.
