It was good that Ronnie lived alone.
At least it was for Gerry, anyway. That way he wouldn't be caught.
Not that they weren't already risking that, with the way the bed was rocking and clanging.
Surely the neighbors could hear. If they couldn't they were deaf.
In moments like this, though, Gerry could care less.
His world at that particular point in time revolved around a beautiful blonde quarterback and the way he was squirming and moaning beneath him, his pretty face gasping and scrunching up in pleasure. Those sweet supple lips parting to reveal a delicacy of a mouth.
Emma would hate him. His mother would disown him. The guys would never let him live it down.
He didn't care now, though.
Sure, tomorrow, just like all the other times, he'd avoid Sunshine in the halls and at practice, pretend nothing had happened and crush his precious heart all over again.
But then the very next night he'd end up right back here, his hands full of soft blonde hair as he plowed the smaller boy into the bed, kissing on his neck and nipping at the skin as he did so.
"Gerry..." Ronnie gasped out, face pressed into the pillows.
"Fuck, Ronnie..." Came a grunt of a reply.
Gerry didn't want to hurt him, and he didn't try, but every time he walked away from him, every time he ducked his head in the halls, it killed Sunshine a little bit inside.
But ofcourse all was always forgiven.
Ronnie knew that Gerry was still figuring things out, and that was fine. He'd been there once. It was rough.
That didn't stop him from falling hopelessly in love with Bertier, though. Even if the feeling wasn't exactly mutual.
"You going home?" Sunshine asked the next morning, still resting in bed, snuggled up close to Gerry, who had an arm around him.
"Guess so." Gerry shrugged.
"Yeah well..." Ronnie didn't finish the thought. Gerry wouldn't stay. He never did. Most of the time he was lucky to catch him before he left in the morning.
Gerry took his arm away from Sunshine and stood up from the bed, looking for his pants that he'd tossed to the floor the night before.
"See you at practice then, right?" Sunshine asked, sitting up in bed and pulling the blankets around him for warmth.
"Right." Gerry nodded, pulling his pants back up and zipping them before walking towards the door to leave.
"Gerry..." Ronnie called to him before he could close the door back behind him.
"Yeah?" Gerry asked, looking back behind him.
Ronnie couldn't do it. Not yet.
"Never mind." He sighed. "See you at practice."
Gerry waved to him before leaving.
"I love you..." Sunshine mouthed, after the door had shut.
He wondered if he'd ever work up the guts to say it to his face.