Chapter Three-

Here's chappie three, my cherubs. Thank you for any feedback, it's always much appreciated. So, my usual dedications, my sweet transvestite MitchiMarra, my fine ass boyfriend, and my beautiful readers. You guys make the magic happen, babes. Enjoy!

Iero's POV

I wriggled slightly on the L-shaped couch, moving in to a more comfortable position. My gaze was fixed on the television which showed my favorite movie, Sweeney Todd. I mean, come one, guys. It's Johnny Depp. Pulling my baggy tee-shirt tighter around me, I snuggled down more in to the couch. I was taking full advantage of the fact that I was alone. Gerard usually stays over at his mother's on Friday nights, and with Mikey and Bob gone, I was looking forward to relaxing. I'd been having more clients than ever this week. I'd had four new people, and three regulars, I was exhausted. So unwinding for the night in my pyjamas in front of the television was perfect.

Although, it was a little lonely. I've never had a girlfriend or boyfriend before, but it wasn't for lack of trying. They usually fucked off after finding out about my job. My parents were divorced and never really bothered with visiting at all, and I had no other family to worry about. Mikey has lived with me for the past three years, since my uncle died. Mikey is probably my best friend, so when I first got the apartment, he was first to be my roomie. His older brother moved in a year after, after some traumatic incident no one would tell me about, Mikey asked if he could move in with us. He didn't want him to be alone, and his parents worked nearly twenty four seven. So, I said yes, after all, company is always welcome. Not that I really notice Gerard, he's so quiet.

So, taking a sip of the cool fruit juice I had in my hand, I curled up and sighed happily. I wasn't that big on alcohol, it was kinda gross. I nibbled lightly on some grapes, engrossed in the dramatic movie.

By the time the film had finished, it was about eleven, I had finished my drink and had decided to go get some more, along with another film. I didn't really feel like going to sleep yet, plus I could sleep all day tomorrow. I'm very, very expensive on Friday nights and Saturdays, so as usual I have no clients. I went in to my bedroom first as it was closest, and I picked out another movie, Dorian Gray. It was getting colder, so I pulled on a thick jumper. It was deliciously baggy and cozy, almost coming down to my knees. I also put on some socks, before making my way in to the kitchen. I switched on the light and jumped as a sharp scream echoed around the room.

"Jesus!" I hissed, clutching the wall, my heart racing. Gerard was pressed against the breakfast bar, staring at me wild eyed through tangles of dark brown hair that fell out of his hood, his face even more pale than usual. His breaths were coming out fast and sharp, his chest heaving.

"Jesus, Gerard, are you okay?" I asked, walking towards him. He pulled away as I neared, so I stopped.

"Are you okay?" I tried again. Gerard looked at the floor and nodded, his hands buried in his pockets. I nodded to myself and made another drink, feeling his eyes on me.

"Would you like some?" I asked, not expecting an answer. To my surprise, he nodded again.

"Yes, please" he whispered. I smiled internally and handed him a drink, watching him hold it with both hands and take a small gulp. He did it so cutely, almost like a young child. He then set his drink on the counter and stared at the floor.

"So, I'm gonna watch a movie. Do you wanna join me?" I inquired, hoping he would say yes.. Gerard shook his head.

"Gonna go t-t-to b-bed" he muttered, gathering his things and leaving. I shrugged, swallowing disappointment, and went back in to the living room, setting up the movie and relaxing.

I was about half way through the film when a light noise at the door made me look up. Gerard was peeking in the door way, his eyes wide. I paused the movie and looked at him curiously.

"You alright, Gerard?"

"M-may I…may I please watch t-this with you?" he asked, his voice almost inaudible. I smiled and nodded.

"Sure" I said, sitting up slightly. Gerard came through and sat on the edge of the sofa, his eyes flitting nervously around the dark room.

"You can relax, you know" I said softly. He looked at me anxiously and sat back a little further, relaxing slightly. I gazed at him for a moment more before pressing play to continue the film.

But my eyes kept wandering to him. He was curled up in a tiny ball at the end of the couch, his knees tucked under his chin and his arms wrapped around his legs, his hood and hair covering most of his face. But I could see his eyes, his big bright eyes. He really was quite attractive. From what I had seen anyway. Which wasn't much.

"So what made you change your mind?" I asked, looking at him. He shifted slightly.

"Couldn't sleep"

"Why not?"

He shrugged.

"Too m-many thoughts"

I frowned slightly, not sure how to continue with the conversation, if this even counted as one.

"Thoughts about what?"

"Just…just s-st-stuff"

I so desperately wanted to talk to him more, but saying the wrong thing would result in him just not talking at all. This is actually my first proper conversation with him, I think.

"What sort of stuff, Gerard?"

"Like stuff."

I frowned again at the inconclusive answer. It was pretty clear that I wasn't really gonna get a proper conversation out of him. I sidled closer to him, but not so close as to make him pull away. He gazed at me apprehensively, curling himself tighter in to a ball. I stared back at him, looking at his eyes properly. They made my breath catch in my throat. They were a beautiful shade of hazel, leaning more towards pale green, actually. The dim light made them look big and dramatic, and oddly shiny, almost like he was-wait, was he? Was he crying?

"Are you crying?" I asked, cocking my head to one side curiously. He looked down, brushing away what looked like a tear.

"No" he whispered. I sighed, and daringly put a hand over his. He reacted like I had slapped him across the face, jumping and staring at me fearfully, like I was aiming a loaded gun at him.

"Are you okay, Gerard? What's wrong?" my voice was almost as low as his.

"N-nothing" his gaze was fixed on our hands, his clutching his knee desperately, trembling, and mine on top of his. He was so small. I bit back a disappointed sigh as he moved his hand, hiding it under his hoodie sleeve. Sitting back, I saw him relax slightly.

I wanted to say something, something that would reassure him, that would make him know that I wouldn't hurt him, or scare him. But no words came to mind.

"Mikey is gonna b-be away for a w-w-while" his voice made me start slightly. He was speaking slightly louder, slightly clearer. I hid a smile.

"Yeah, he'll be back the day after tomorrow" I said softly. Gerard shook his head.

"No, he's g-gonna go t-t-to Bob's after. To c-celebrate his birthday" he explained quietly, looking at me quickly. I nodded, wondering for a moment why he hadn't told me.

"For how long, do you know?" I asked. Gerard looked at me quickly.

"He said maybe two or three days. He called m-me when I was away, he s-said that h-h-he was…wasn't quite s-ure about I-it, that's why h-he didn-t…didn't tell you"

I was very surprised at how much he had just said, but it made me happy. His stutter and slight struggle with words was mildly frustrating but oddly endearing, and it just made his veritable speech even more impressive.

"So…why didn't you stay at your mom's?" I queried, desperate to keep him talking. He was silent for a moment.

"She had to go visit a friend in hospital"

I nodded.

"Alright"

I bit my lip, racking my brains to try and think of something to say. I had to hide a smile as Gerard let out a long, cat like yawn.

"You tired?" I mentally slapped myself for stating the obvious. Gerard shrugged. We then lapsed in to silence as the movie proceeded. When it ended, I switched it off and stretched, sighing sleepily. I moved to switch the small lamp off, but was stopped by Gerard suddenly sitting bolt upright and gasping.

"Please, I hate the dark" he pleaded, his voice no longer soft and quiet, instead laced with fear and panic. I moved my hand a way and looked at him. He was leaning towards me, his hood had fallen back and his eyes were larger and desperate, his small teeth digging in to his bottom lip.

"It's okay, I won't" I promised him. He visibly relaxed, and sighed deeply. He stood up, holding his arms around his body. I stood up also, self consciously pulling my top lower down.

"I'm sorry" he muttered quietly. I rubbed the back of my neck, looking at him.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Gerard." I said, trying to drag my eyes away from him. He shrugged, whispered "Goodnight" and left. I switched out the lamp, and made my way to bed.

Gerard's POV

Blinking blearily at the light streaking through my bedroom curtains, I grumbled and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. I peeked out at the small alarm clock beside my bed, and almost fell out of bed. It was only eight o' clock in the morning. Two whole hours before I usually got up. Muttering sleepily to myself, I closed my eyes, trying to sink back in to sleep, which I usually found easy. But for some reason, I couldn't sleep. He was on my mind. Iero. I didn't even know his first name. but I liked him, a lot. And I have a good few days of being home alone with him.

I groaned softly as I felt myself grow aroused, wriggling my hips softly against the bed and mentally cursing my over active imagination.

Iero's POV

I yawned, pulling the blankets higher up over my face. The first thing on my mind, which was usually work or, more often than not, breakfast, was Gerard. Oh, god, Gerard. I think that I'm starting to get a crush on him, as weird as that is. I dreamt of him last night, luckily in not too great detail otherwise I would need new sheets. I guess it's a good thing that Mikey's away. I'm gonna be alone with him for a good few days. Perfect.

I apologise for the unsatisfactory ending and the shortness of this chappie. Don't eat me! Reviews are always welcome.