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“Hey, another margarita over here.” You lazily crook your finger in the air at the bartender, and they sigh and shake their head.
You scoff. “What are they reacting like that for? I’m paying them for the drinks. They should be happy.” You twirl the straw of your second margarita? Third? You didn’t care enough to count. “They’re also really good…”
“Listen, I know you’re sad about your breakup, but maybe you should have some water with all that tequila,” Gerard says, staring pointedly at the untouched glass of water off to the side.
You groan. “But then it’s harder to get drunk.” Pouting, you grab the water anyway and take a small sip. “And that’s what you’re supposed to do when you’re going through a breakup.”
“Talking to people also helps, I think,” Gerard says, a hint of laughter in his voice.
As he does, you can’t help but glance sideways at him, watching him smile down at his water and shake his head.
Little does he know, talking to him specifically of all people might be the help you need.
You were going through a breakup, sure, but Gerard doesn’t know that you were the one to break it off. Moreover, you decided to do it because you realized you were in love with him. As soon as that realization hit you, you broke it off with your partner. You knew it wouldn’t be fair to them to keep being with you if you even had a hint of feelings towards someone else. And these feelings weren’t just a little crush that meant nothing. These were serious, intense feelings. Feelings that were rooted deep in the marrow of your bones, with an irrevocable truth.
You were in love with Gerard, and you couldn’t have anyone else.
But he was just your friend. Only your friend. You knew he probably didn’t see you that way. But you weren’t one to roll over and let things be. You were going to do everything in your power to have him.
Even if that meant playing the sympathy card.
“Drinking and talking to people are meant to help, huh… I think I’ve heard of doing other things with people that’s supposed to help after a breakup.” You take a few large gulps of your freshly ordered margarita and twirl the straw around in your mouth. You were going to need all the help you could get with this conversation.
Gerard raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Suddenly, you feel a wave of shyness rise within you, and you turn your head away from him. You can feel the tips of your ears getting red, your face feeling hot. “You know… other things…”
You chance a glance towards him and nearly fall out of your seat. He had scooted closer to you, your faces now just a few inches apart. He looked both parts interested and indulgent, like he was waiting to hear the next crazy thing this drunk person would say (which was true, in all fairness).
“Words. Use your words.”
Those words made your cheeks flush, and you struggle to shove away the more explicit scenarios that came to your mind.
“You know, like… the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else! You’ve heard that phrase before?” You stared down at your drink like it was the most interesting sight in the world, feeling embarrassment create a pit in your stomach. Determined to look anywhere but him, you swallow a few more sips of your margarita.
“Oh, that’s what you mean! Yeah, that’s kind of a common thing. A rebound, I think,” Gerard responds. “Wait. Are you-“
“Nope! Not at all!” You force out a laugh and finally turn towards him, scrunching up your face in what you hoped was a convincing smile. You were pretty drunk at this point, so you had no idea if you actually looked that way or not. “I mean, not unless someone comes along and I decide it’d be fun, maybe.”
Gerard raises his eyebrows. “So you would do it?”
You shrug. “I don’t see why not. It wouldn’t be anything serious. Just to feel good for a little bit before returning back to the monotonous drudgery of my life. And the grief of the breakup.” You add that last sentence almost as an afterthought, remembering you were (kind of) pretending to be sad over the breakup in your tequila haze. You didn’t want to make it super obvious that it actually wasn’t causing you much of that.
“Mm. I get what you mean. But I can’t help but feel you deserve better than that.”
You had gone to take a sip of your drink, but turn towards him in disbelief as the words left his mouth.
“You think so?”
Gerard nods. “I mean yeah, it’ll feel good for a little bit, but it’s not the same as having a relationship and doing that with someone who really loves and cares about you, you know? And you had that for so long, I don’t know if you’d want to go fuck the next sort of attractive person you see just to feel good.” He meets your eyes, looking serious. “I mean, I feel really bad for you that you’re having to go through this. I just want to make sure you aren’t doing anything you’ll regret.”
If you feel so bad for me, why don’t you be the person I sleep with since I know you care about me, you think. Out loud, you say, “I appreciate your sympathy. I know it’s probably not the best thing to do, but it was just a thought!”
Gerard puts his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll always be here for you, you know.” He meets your eyes with an intense gaze, and you’re too drunk to interrogate just what exactly lies beneath it. The warmth of his hand seeps through your jacket and shirt all the way to your skin. You try not to think about how comforting it feels, or how desperately you want it elsewhere.
“Thanks.” You slurp up the dregs of your margarita, wincing as the watery yet powerful tequila slides down your throat. “I think I’m ready to go home.”
You and Gerard close out your tab and walk into the cool night air. After however many margaritas you had, you are definitely not sober, and you stumble a little as you and him start to walk away from the bar.
“Woah!” Gerard catches your arm, and you right yourself hastily. “I’m walking you home; you’re in no state to go by yourself.”
Fuck this guy for being so kind, you think to yourself.
“Ah, well, if you don’t mind! I wouldn’t want to - hic - inconvenience you!” You smile apologetically, and he smiles back at you as he places your hand in the crook of his elbow.
“I just want to help. Let’s get going.” As you two start towards your home, you desperately try not to think too hard about his arm beneath your hand, strong and solid. But thanks to your many margaritas, your filter is gone, and you blurt out, “You’re so nice, Gerard. Why are you so nice?”
He glances down at you quizzically. “You’re my friend and I care about you, so of course I’m going to help you out. I know you’re going through a lot right now, and I want to be there for you in any way I can.”
You stare down at the ground. “Well, that’s very kind of you to say.” You hiccup again and just focus on putting one foot in front of the other.
Before long, you’ve arrived at your house. The walk helped beat out the worst of your drunkenness, but you still feel a warm buzz from your drinks.
Just enough to do something you might regret.
“Thanks for coming out with me, Gerard. I needed that.” You let out a short laugh. “Really, you’re a great friend for taking me out to get blasted after a breakup.”
Your hand is still nestled in the crook of his elbow. He makes no motion to remove it.
“Even if I didn’t drink anything, I still had a good time.” Gerard places his hand on top of yours on his arm, and your breath hitches. You stare at your hands for a second, then raise your eyes to meet his. He’s looking down at you intensely, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking behind his hazel eyes.
“I know you’re going through a really hard time right now, so just let me know if you need me,” he says.
Well, I guess there’s no better time than now, you think. Luckily you still had the remnants of some liquid courage to back you up.
“I mean, earlier you were going on about how bad you felt for me and everything, and that definitely made me feel a little better,” you say, fiddling with the hem of your shirt with your free hand. “And we’ve already done a couple of the things I mentioned about how to get over a breakup, but not all of them…”
Gerard raises an eyebrow. “And that is…?”
“Well, you know, not having a partner anymore to be physical with sucks a lot.” You stare at his hand, still on top of yours. “And sometimes you just want to feel good, you know? But it’s hard with people you don’t know and can be kind of scary. But if you’re looking for a way to help me feel better then I could think of a way, maybe.” You can feel your face flush red, and you practically bore holes into yours and Gerard’s hands from how hard you’re staring at them to avoid his gaze.
Silence follows your words, and you scrunch your eyes shut. Fuck, it’s over, you think. I just ruined the friendship and now I can’t even have that to help me get through this breakup.
A tap under your chin makes you jolt in surprise. Your gaze swivels upwards with the movement of Gerard’s finger tilting your face up towards his.
“Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?” he inquires in a low voice, eyes searching yours intently.
You gulp. “I mean, you said I should do it with someone who cares about me, and if you feel bad, then I don’t know, it could help. But you know, as friends!” You hastily add.
Gerard nods slowly. “As friends. Sleeping with you… as friends.”
“Yeah! People do it all the time, the friends with benefits thing. I’m not saying we’re going to be friends with benefits, I’m just saying it’s a thing. What I’m saying is that you said you’d rather I do this with someone who cares about me, and you said you care about me, and I’m sad about my breakup and to get over it it’s helpful to be with someone else, and you feel bad for me, so yeah.” You’re rambling now, fully aware you’re trying to justify this absolutely crazy ask of yours, and fervently praying you haven’t just made it irreparably weird between you two.
“No, I get it.” His finger is still tilting your chin up, and his gaze never leaves yours. “If it’ll help you feel better, then I can be that person for you.”
“R-really?”
He nods. “I care about you a lot, you know.” His voice is low, and there’s a tinge of more than just sympathy behind his words. He sounds almost… restrained. Like he’s holding something back.
“W-well, let’s go inside then.” You grab his hand and lead him inside your place. This is far from the first time he’s been over to your place, but never with these intentions. You don’t even know how to start something like this.
You kick off your shoes and after he does the same, you lead him to the couch. He takes a seat first, and while you’re debating whether to sit next to him or on top of him, he pats his lap.
“Come here.”
Decision made, you suppose. You place one leg on either side of his, and you’re about to place your hands on your legs when Gerard grabs your wrists and drapes them around his neck. He trails his hands down your sides to grasp your hips, firmly holding you in place.
You shudder. His hands are so big and warm, and it’s almost thrilling how tight of a grip he has on you. Like you couldn’t move even if you wanted to.
“Can… can I kiss you?” you ask quietly.
“Please,” he whispers, and you sense a hint of desperation in that one word, catching you off guard.
Please? Why did he say that? Apparently it took you too long to think about his response, because Gerard leans forward to press his lips against yours, and you let out a small noise in shock. It’s slow, unhurried, and you slowly melt into the kiss as his hand comes up to stroke your cheek. His tongue darts into your mouth, faintly caressing your canines, and you meet it in earnest. You slide your tongue against his and he lets out a groan. Pulling him closer, you scoot ever so slightly forward on his lap, and the friction in your jeans makes you whine into his mouth.
“Do that again,” he murmurs against your lips.
You rub yourself over his rapidly hardening cock, and you both moan into each others’ mouths. Gerard bucks his hips up into yours, and you grind down to meet him. He kisses you harder, messier, tongue lapping at the inside of your mouth, and ruts his clothed dick against your core.
You finally break the kiss, and you pant against his lips. “I - I want… please -“
“Words, honey,” he whispers in your ear, nipping just below it and causing you to let out a whimper. “Use your words.”
“I - I want you inside me, please…”
“I thought you’d never ask. Here, let’s get you more comfortable.” Gerard gently pushes you down so you’re laying down on the couch, head against the armrest. You unzip your jeans and yank them off, tossing them to the side. Gerard slowly parts your legs open, exposing all of you to him. You can feel the wetness from your pussy seeping through your underwear, and you know it must be visible to him. You blush.
“You look so embarrassed, honey. Is it because of how wet you are for me?” He lightly traces your entrance over your underwear, and you inhale sharply through your teeth. “That’s so cute. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you might be attracted to me.”
At that, you tense up. Gerard notices immediately, and his hands go to rest on your bent knees. “Wait. Are you?”
“W-well, I feel like anyone would be with the way you’ve been touching me and talking to me,” you mutter. “If anything, I should be asking you that.”
Now the both of you fall silent. You sit up and bring your knees up to your chin, your mind racing. Should I just tell him? What if it ruins my chances here? But if I don’t say anything I’ll never have a chance to begin with. Oh god -
“You got me, I guess,” Gerard murmurs.
You straighten up so fast it makes your head spin. “I’m sorry, what?”
He glances away from you, color rising to his cheeks. “If I’m being honest, I’ve been waiting for the chance to do this for a long time. For you to break up with that person you were seeing so I could swoop in and finally have you. So when you did but actually asked me for - what would you call it - sympathy sex, basically, I wasn’t about to turn it down.” He meets your gaze now, and you can’t mistake the longing filling his eyes. “I just didn’t know how I was going to go through with it without giving myself away.”
Your mouth hangs open in shock. This can’t actually be happening, can it? The man who’s the reason you broke up with your partner, actually returning your feelings?
Your heart pounds, and you can feel a flutter in the pit of your stomach. There’s a newfound confidence somewhere deep inside you, and you grab it hard and fast.
You reach for Gerard’s hand and yank him back on top of you, and he slams his other hand on the armrest to hold himself up. His hips settle between yours, and you instinctively rub yourself on his dick, stiffening in his pants.
“Gerard, I broke up with my partner because of you,” you whisper, breathless, against his mouth.
His eyes widen. “Wait, are you seriou-“
You crash your lips against his to cut him off. You lap your tongue hungrily into his mouth, and he groans in response.
You break the kiss, lightly nipping at his bottom lip. “I need you to stop talking and fuck me already. I’ve waited too long for this.”
Gerard nods, saying breathlessly, “Me too.” He kisses you again, harder this time, hot and wet. His free hand works at his belt buckle, and you swear you feel wetter at the sound of his belt coming loose and jeans unzipping.
The two of you are so desperate, so hungry for each other, there’s no ceremony to it. His lips are still on yours as he pushes himself inside you, and you both groan into each others’ mouths.
“Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart. I want to be as close as I can to you,” he breathes in between kisses. You waste no time in locking your legs around his waist, and he slides his arms underneath you, holding you close. Your chest meets his, and you can feel the rapid thump of his heart as he slams into you.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, you have no idea,” Gerard mutters into your ear. He kisses the shell of your ear, bites under your lobe, and licks the blooming bruise as you cry out at the sharp pain. “I dream about this.”
“Mm - me too - ah! You feel even better than I thought you would…” you whimper. His length dragging along the inside of your walls, so full and warm, has you so overwhelmed, raking your nails down his clothed back just to try to ground yourself.
“Yeah? You’re so tight around me, sweetheart. Like you were made for me.” His hips slam into yours at a frantic, desperate pace. He presses on your tummy as he slides his cock in and out of you, and you let out a sob. He’s so deep inside you, the pressure makes you see stars.
“Y-yes! Only for you!” You can feel heat pooling low in your stomach, and you snake your hand down to touch yourself, but Gerard snatches your wrist before you can start.
“I’ll take care of it, honey.” He softly rubs his thumb over your clit, and you squeeze your eyes shut at the bolt of pleasure that shoots straight through you. You’re so wet, your slick drips down his cock gliding in and out of you, filling the room with the obscene sounds of him pushing it back inside you. Your hole sucks him back in greedily every time he pulls out, filling you up just as quickly as he thrusts back in.
“Gee, I’m cl-close…” you whimper, and he circles your clit faster. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your nose.
“Come on, you can do it. Let go for me. I want to see your face when you come.”
The sounds of skin smacking skin, his fingers deftly playing with your clit, and his low voice are enough to send you tipping over the edge. You cry out his name again and again as you fall apart, white flooding your vision. Your legs tremble around his waist, and fall open in exhaustion when you come down from your high.
“I’m almost there, sweetheart,” Gerard mutters, gaze locked onto the sight of his dick disappearing into you. His grip on your hips grows tighter, holding you in place as he ruts into you.
You’re too drained from your orgasm and fucked out to respond, only smiling up at him as he uses your body to chase his climax.
Finally, he spills into you, groaning your name as he fucks his cum into you. You feel the ropes of cum warm inside you, leaking out onto the leather of the couch as he pulls out.
Before you could say anything, Gerard lowers himself flat against the couch and nestles his head between your thighs. You look down at him, incredulous.
“Wait, what are you - ah!” You’re cut off by him lapping at your cunt like it’s the last meal in the world, sucking and swirling his tongue over your clit and entrance to get every last drop of cum. His tongue pokes inside you, flicking lightly at your walls. He moans, and the vibrations thrumming in your pussy make you shudder.
“Too much, Gee… it hurts…” You try to pull away, but Gerard’s hands squeeze the plush of your thighs, holding your legs in place firmly. You’re so sensitive, but you can’t help but buck up into his face at the sensation of his tongue laving over your core. The tip of his nose nudges at your clit, and you ram your hips upward. You’re fucking his face now, letting out soft noises with every thrust of your hips. He groans again as he eats you out, his saliva and your arousal mixing to create a symphony of lewd, slick sounds with his tongue.
Gerard licks one long stripe from just above your ass to the top of your cunt, and sits up in between your legs. He thumbs away some residual slick from his lips, and smiles down at you. You’re panting, chest heaving, cushions crushing between your fingers.
“So, is it okay if I say that I’m a little bit in love with you?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. The gray hairs at his temples peek out as he does so, and the sight causes your heart to clench.
“After that, I would be shocked if you weren’t,” you laugh. You turn on your side and pat behind you, and Gerard crawls into the space between you and the couch. He throws his arm over your side, and buries his face in your hair. You take his hand and rub soothing circles with your thumb on the back of his hand, and you feel him sigh.
“For the record, I am too. But I think you knew that already.”