White Roses and Hot Chocolate [Bob/Gerard; PG-13]
Title: White Roses and Hot Chocolate
Author: reinvent_lover
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Gerard Way
Rating: PG-13 (language, off-scene sex, boy love)
POV: Third
Summary: "Who's the chick in the tie talking to Mikey?"
Disclaimer: Completely untrue. Everyone owns themselves.
Author Notes: For anon_lovefest
<0 months, 0 days, 11 hours, 4 minutes, 45 seconds>
"Who's the chick in the tie talking to Mikey?" Bob asks one blustery April day as he and Ray hang around by the cooler with the usual gaggle of slackers. Ray looks and lets out a honking laugh. "That's Gerard, Mikey's brother. He just got clean and Mikey got Gabe to offer him a job to start him on the right foot."
"Huh," Says Bob, now noticing the lack of breasts and curves on Gerard coupled with an Adam's Apple. As Bob's luck had it, Gerard took that moment to look up at them and smile when Mikey gestured toward Bob and Ray at the water cooler. He immediately felt his cheeks heat up and a feeling that he had not felt since the tenth grade creep into his stomach. Bob twisted his face up to make it seem like he had an upset stomach. Ray (damn him) caught the red cheeks and the funny look on Bob's face and started laughing all over again.
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<3 months, 17 days, 12 hours, 20 minutes, 27 seconds>
"So...." Bob says one afternoon while he and Mikey are outside on a smoke break (Ray would have been with them except he'd been cutting back on smoking since Christa was pregnant). "Gerard..."
"I'm Mikey, Bob," Mikey replies in his usual, unaffected tone as he blows smoke out into the humid, sticky July air.
Bob just nods as he leans against the wall of their office building and sighs inwardly.
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< 4 months, 2 days, 14 hours, 7 minutes, 38 seconds>
"Do you think Gerard likes flowers?" Bob asks Frank from where he's sprawled out on the sofa. Bob does not usually sprawl in front of guests, but it's fucking hot out. Frank snorts as he idly flicks through a drumming magazine. "He's a guy, Bob. Guys don't like flowers." "Gerard might," Bob points out, thinking of how his co-worker somehow always had a dandelion tucked away somewhere on his desk. "Dandelions are weeds," Ray replies as he takes command of the TV remote and starts flicking through the channels to find something good.
"Try white roses and say something corny like they remind you of how pale and creamy his skin is," He laughs. Frank starts to giggle his manic and irritating giggle. "Fuck you both..." Bob grumbles, feeling to lethargic from the heat to protest or make them leave.
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<7 months, 15 days, 10 hours, 2 minutes, 4 seconds>
"Have you ever had a decent conversation with him?" Ray asks at the photocopier one afternoon in November. Bob just glares at him as he presses the 'OK' button on the copier. "
You know," Ray grins, jerking his head towards the doorway. Bob just stares at him. Ray stares back.
"Uhm?" They both turn their heads at the same time to see who's at the door. Of course, it's Gerard.
Ray, the bastard, just grins as he hops down from the counter he had been sitting on. "The wife wants me home early to help with the baby." Bob nods. Ray had been leaving early for a month since Christopher had been born. Bob and Frank were both vying for the role of godfather, but Ray was most likely going to pick his brother Tito. And just as Ray's fro disappeared from view, Bob realized that he was alone. With Gerard. Who he was currently crushing and having wet dreams over.
Gerard shifts around uncomfortably and manages a small smile up at Bob. "You using that?" He asks, gesturing towards the photo copier. Bob just stares. Gerard repeats the question again and Bob snaps out of his daze. "What? Oh...I'm done," He mumbles, throughly embarrassed as he turns to the machine to get the memos Gabe had him copy out. When he turns around he's surprised to discover that Gerard's intently staring at him.
"Bob, right?" He asks in that voice that makes Bob's insides all gooey. Bob nods and tries to fiddle with his non-existent lip ring (which he had to take out when he first started working here. Once Gabe took over, the dress code became more relaxed, Frank even went blonde and black for awhile once and Patrick got to wear his trucker caps every day, but the hole where Bob's lip ring had closed up and he really had not gotten around to getting a new one.)
"Yeah...Gerard Way, right?" He asks despite that he already knows Gerard's name as well as a few other, unimportant details.
Gerard nods, a soft smile tugging at his perfect (mind you Bob's thinking that at the moment) lips.
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<8 months, 5 days, 17 hours, 3 minutes, 3 seconds>
"Bob, wait up!" Gerard's voice calls across the parking lot.
Bob turns and ignores the thumping in his heart as he watches the other man run across the parking lot towards him. He cannot help but smile at the way the object of his affections runs.The smile turns to alarm when Gerard runs onto some ice and flails for a moment before crashing down on his ass.
Before he can register anything, he's right there helping Gerard up and helping him check for broken bones. "Well," He says, once they assert that Gerard's alright despite a bruised elbow. "Would you like to get a cup of hot chocolate with me?" Bob really just blurts the last part out. He could not help it really.
Gerard stares up at him for a moment before his face cracks into his signature grin. "Yes, I'd love to get hot chocolate with you, Bob Bryar."
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<8 months, 5 days, 23 hours, 2 minutes, 5 seconds >
"I never knew that hot chocolate could be translated into sex," Gerard remarks as he presses his face into Bob's neck with a happy grin.
"Now you know," Bob simply replies, reaching over Gerard to grab a marshmallow and pop it into the smaller man's mouth to shush him up before kissing him.
END. (For Now.)