I guess I just fell asleep in Gerard's arms like that, because he woke me up at eight in the morning to get ready for school.

I knew he carried me to the couch because that's where I woke. It was alright by me, though. I rather not feel the stiff pain, and cause him the same, in the morning, from sleeping sitting.

I got up to go to the washroom. I mentally prepared myself for the way I would look. All that sobbing and mopping couldn't have left me pretty.

My hazel eyes were crazy blood-shot from all the pathetic crying, and my blackish hair was a mess on my head. There were dried droll stains at the side of my mouth. There were, pail, salty lines down my cheeks from tears last night.

I grumbled at my reflection. I wish Gerard hadn't seen me like this. I hope he wasn't overly disgusted by my appearance.

I needed a shower more than anything right now. So I stripped of my clothes and left them sprawled on the floor as I stepped in.

When I first turned the water on, it was freezing cold, waking me up. Then, as the water started warming up to the temperature I set it as, my muscles started relaxing, as did I.

Wow, showers really have a way of making you feel human again.

I rubbed shampoo into my scalp and let the foam roam down the rest of my body, some-what cleaning my skin. I was way too lazy to use body wash, so the bubbles from the shampoo were enough freshening for now.

When I rinsed and was all done, I turned the tap off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and stepped out.

As I was drying myself, I noticed I forgot a clean pair of underwear. Great.

I slightly cracked the door open and peered out for anyone.

It would be too embarrassing to get my mom to get me a pair, so I called out for Gerard, "Gee? Gerard?"

He walked over to the washroom, a bowl of cereal in hand, mouth full.

My nude body was covered by the door. All he would be able to see is my face from the small opening.

Either way, he realized I was naked. And wet. He smirked, mouth closed since it was still full, and winked at me.

I rolled my eyes and asked, "I forgot a pair of fresh underwear. Mind getting me some?"

"Mm." he responded and walked away. I'll take that as a yes.

A few seconds later, Gerard came back, my SpongeBob boxers in hand.

I squeezed my arm out to take them from him, keeping the rest of my naked body covered from the eyes of the horny boy before me.

Before allowing me to snatch them from him, Gerard shoved the door open and came in, quickly closing and locking the door behind him.

He gave me a devilish grin, like he succeeded. Which, in a way, I guess he did.

He took a step back and eyed me up and down, licking his lips.

I just noticed, Gee's mouth wasn't full anymore, and he had rid of the bowl of cereal because he said lustfully, "If you want 'em," talking about my boxers in his hand, "you're going to have to come and get 'em."

I decided to play along. But not for too long; you can't forget school, which we have been missing a lot lately.

I sprang forward in attempt to grab them from him, but of course, he was faster and pulled away before I had a chance. Instead, with his free hand, he lurched me to him from my shoulder, pressing his lips to mine.

Gerard threw my boxers somewhere on the floor so he could have another free hand.

He held my neck with both hands, pulling me even closer than before.

Gerard opened his mouth and so did I, entering our tongues in the other's mouth. He moaned in satisfaction, and I moaned after him, allowing my vocal chords to follow his.

He leaned back onto the door, taking me along with him. I'm glad he did so, because my knees tend to get weak when we do what we do. Everything is easier when I have something to lean on.

Gerard nipped at my bottom lip and he dragged his hands down my chest, down my hips, and took hold of my dick. I exhaled sharply as he did so.

I let my mouth stray from his as I began kissing his neck, encouraging him further. I started lightly biting his pale skin when he started pumping me. I bit harder when he pumped harder.

We were both panting and moaning but trying to keep our noises and loudness to a minimum in case of my mom. Thankfully, the door was locked, so even if she heard us, at least she didn't see us.

In a way, this wasn't fair. I was completely naked, while he was fully clothed. Oh well, I was getting a hand-job. I'm sure I can deal with it.

Gerard slowly moved his hands forward, massaging my head. I let out a deep, throaty groan at the feeling. This was ecstasy at it's finest; heaven at it's brightest, it had to be.

I had to take two fistfuls of his shirt in my hand and burry my face into his shoulder, so I wouldn't moan like a whore as Gee started fingering with my slit. This was new but it felt so insanely good!

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I managed a husky, "More." Why hadn't he done that before? I could feel myself coming, though I didn't want to yet. Sure, it was selfish, but like I told him, I wanted more. I didn't want it to end.

Gerard didn't obey my command, though. Instead, he moved his hands away from my length and started working his magic at my balls.

"Mmm..." I sighed in content as I came only seconds later onto his jeans.

Gerard smacked me on the butt as he whispered to me, "Now get your boxers on, I have to change my jeans thanks to you."

He gave me a quick peck and left the washroom, also leaving me alone.

I sighed once again as I put my boxers on; I could have just kept the towel around myself and gotten changed in my room, where all my clothes are, rather than ask Gerard to bring me underwear. If I did, maybe we would be able to get to school on time. Now I don't know when we'll get there, not that I care, though.

I'm so oblivious to everything; so stupid that I didn't think of that to begin with. Oh well, I'm glad of my stupidity; it got me some fun.