A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while again, but next chapter's up now. LET THE SEXY TIME BEGIN.

The kiss had ended far too quickly. I stared after him until he turned a corner, before looking around, my surroundings coming back to me. The bustling of people around me seemed unnaturally loud, and I could still hear laughter coming from behind me. I turned and made my way to my form. By the time I had taken my seat, the feeling of happiness had worn off. Of course I couldn't just kiss someone and then just be happy about it. Why had he kissed me? Did he like me? Was it just in a friend way? What kind of friends kiss like that without it meaning something? I had no idea, but it wasn't too long before I found out.

On friday, I found myself at Gerard and Mikey's house again. Mikey had gone out but said he'd be back in a few hours. Me and Gerard had quite a bit to drink, and were sat facing each other, sharing a joint, a half full bottle of vodka between us. I passed the joint to Gerard, watching as he inhaled, his cheeks hollowing, then slowly exhaling it as I took a swig of vodka, watching the smoke spread out around us, trapping us together inside our own little smoky world for a few moments. He held it out to me and I copied his actions, closing my eyes as I breathed out the smoke. When I opened them again, Gerard was staring at me. I laughed lazily, passing it to him again.

"What?"

"You're really hot." he shrugged, raising the joint to his lips. I giggled quietly, and hoped I wasn't going red.

"Thanks. You too." I winked at him, taking another gulp of vodka. He shook his head.

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not... you're really pretty." I said, putting my hand on his leg. He smiled.

"Whatever you say Frank."

"Gerard..." I said nervously. He nodded. "You know on monday, when you kissed me... why... what did you mean by...?"

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards him, crushing our lips together. I untangled my legs from underneath me, settling in a kneeling position, sitting back on my heels and wrapping my arms around his shoulders as his tongue prised my lips apart and darted into my mouth. His mouth tasted of alcohol and coffee. He pulled away after a minute or so, sighing. I looked at him questioningly. Before I could ask, he answered. "We shouldn't be doing this." he declared, raising the joint to his mouth. "You're fifteen."

"I know how old I am, Gerard. That didn't stop you kissing me in front of everyone at school."

"Yeah, but... I'd feel like I'd be taking advantage of you or something." he said, looking at the floor, chewing at his lip. I took the joint out of his hand and put it to my lips.

"I don't care." I stated once I had breathed out the smoke. "I wanna be taken advantage of. Who cares if we shouldn't do it? We shouldn't be drinking or smoking weed either, you don't seem to care about that so much. Do what you want, who gives a fuck about the rules?"

"This isn't hurting anyone, except ourselves." he said, gesturing to the now less than quarter-filled bottle in front of him.

"It's not gonna hurt me, Gerard. I'm not gonna die from it. If anything you're hurting me by not." Gerard looked at me, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You wouldn't wanna hurt me, would you?" I pouted at him. He shook his head, pulling me into his lap, his lips finding mine, his tongue finding its way into my mouth, his hand tangling in my hair. I was aware of the blood rushing to my groin. He groaned as I moved my position slightly, and I felt his erection against my thigh through his jeans. I looked down at him, smiling slightly. He pushed me back off his lap and onto the floor, moving up to straddle my hips, holding my wrists down against the floor. Our lips met again before he moved down to my neck, sucking gently at the skin. I moaned quietly and he raised his head to look at me, a crooked smile present on his lips. He let go of my wrists, and gracefully moved his hands down to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head, immediately attaching his lips to my chest, now undoing my belt. Once he had removed my pants, he sat back on my hips, and I helped him pull his t-shirt off, then I focused on getting his jeans off him. Once he was sat astride me again, both in our boxers, he began to rock his hips against mine, achieving several moans from both of us. I did my best to reciprocate his actions, although it was difficult because I was underneath him. He started kissing my neck and chest, then I brought his face up to mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth straight away. I let him take control, closing my eyes, sliding a hand round the back of his neck to pull him closer, feeling his hips grind against mine repeatedly. I moaned into his mouth, my fingernails digging into the back of his neck. I felt him smile against my lips, moving harder and faster. I gasped, letting my head fall back against the floor, my jaw going slack. His hand reached below the waistband of my boxers, wrapping around my leaking cock. I groaned at the contact, and he started to pump me, finding a steady pace. I whimpered helplessly, my mouth hanging open. I wasn't going to last for much longer, as Gerard's fingers brushed over the head of my cock over and over again. I moaned, coming into his hand. Gerard's hips continued to rock against mine for a few moments before he released too. I laid where I was for a while, my eyes still shut, Gerard still on top of me, both of us panting hard. I eventually opened my eyes, to see Gerard, breathing hard, staring down at me.

"Fuck." was all he said. I nodded. He got off me and stood up, offering a hand to help me up, which I took. We put our clothes back on and sat down on his bed.

"You wanna stay over tonight?" he said, winking. I nodded.

"Yes please."