I Hate Blow Jobs From Straight Guys, They Never Know What To Do With Their Teeth...

Nov 13, 2008 10:20

Title: I Hate Blow Jobs From Straight Guys, They Never Know What To Do With Their Teeth...
Authors: k_in_buffalo & trollsttroll
Fandoms: Mindless Self Indulgence & My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Jimmy Urine/Gerard Way
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5,800
Summary: Jimmy wonders if Gerard is all talk...
Dedicated to/Requested by: petsymielle
Author's Note: K=Jimmy, Troll=Gerard; originally written as an RP...


The worst thing about touring in Gerard's mind was how they always ended up driving through the middle of hicksville ala Deliverance. Well, maybe not Deliverance-style hicks... but if their necks could get any redder, he'd be surprised. And of fucking course, they'd needed gas in the middle of the fucking land of bigotry and hate. At least he'd be able to pick up a pack of smokes.

Squinting against the afternoon sun, Gerard stepped out of the gas station tapping the bottom of his cigarrette pack before tearing into the wrapper and pulling himself out a stick. He shielded his cigarette and lighter from the wind as he lit it. Letting out a thankful moan, he exhaled. Shit, that was good. Taking the few moments they had out of the van, he loitered in front of the station's glass windows and smudged his make up with his pinky finger until it looked just right. He was nearly done with his smoke break when his primping was interrupted.

"Faggot!" A couple of local boys yelled rudely in his direction as they walked past him and into the store.

"...Closet case!" Gerard yelled back lisping thickly. He obviously wasn't even thinking about the fact that he might want to keep his mouth shut when facing off real-as-shit rednecks on their home turf. Seriously though, it was so wrong that just because a guy wore make up that assholes like that automatically labeled him as gay. Totally fucked up.

From his vantage by MSI's van Jimmy shook his head, eyes rolling slightly. "You know..." he said to Steve, "I don't mind the kid being all Mr. Gay-Rights-Support Spokesman. But does he have to act like a walking stereo type? It seems pretty clear to me he like puss. I swear one more ambiguous 'am I or aren't I' quote and I'm going challenge him to put his money where his mouth is."

Steve Righ? just snorted and shook his head. Half of Jimmy's own schtick revolved around the same flirting 'am I aren't I'. He supposed Jimmy might see it as different since he most definitely was. "You're just jealous because he's biting off your gig, man." Steve teased.

"Oh, Fuck you." Jimmy retorted with a cackling laugh.

***

The house was probably one of the nicer places they'd ended up partying after a show lately. Gerard was pretty damn sure of it. He'd even found himself a cozy place out on the gallery of the place and was swinging back and forth on the porch swing that hung there. Legs crossed at his ankles, he smoked and pulled drinks from his beer. It was pretty obvious that some of the other dude's at the party were a bit bothered by his presence... so, of course, he had to push the envelope. Tucking a lock of hair behind his ear, Gerard gave one of the more straight laced looking guys a lewd look over.

"...ew, gross! Did that... guy just..." Gerard heard one of Mr. Straight Laced's cronies ask in shock.

"Shit, is he still looking at me? Some of the bands Luke's into, I swear, are creepy as fuck..." Mr. Straight Laced replied which only caused Gerard to leer even more.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, snorted then grinned evily as he pushed away from the railing. He shook out his arms and cracked his neck, making Steve, who was standing next to him, groan.

"You are gonna fuck with the poor kid, aren't you?" Half the party seemed to be out on the porch as the inside the house smoking was off limits and Steve, like Jimmy, hadn't missed the exchange between Gerard and the random homophobic party goers. He knew Jimmy was spoiling for a reason to jump in Gerard's shit and had come to the conclusion it meant Jimmy probably had a crush on the guy.

"Why do you ask? You jealous Bay-beee?" Jimmy shot at Steve as he walked away. Steve just sat back to watch the fun.

Jimmy was indeed intending to get in Gerard's face a little. He wasn't even deterred when the rest of My Chem spilled out of the house as he plopped down on the swing next to Gerard. All the better, he loved playing to an audience.

"So, Gerrrrard," Jimmy started off, rolling the Rs in the name into a trill. "Are you or aren't you, Sweetheart? Because I'm starting to develop a thing for those chipmunk cheeks and I'd hate to think I was barking up the wrong tree. But I'm not, right?" he asked the other singer, slipping his hand onto Gerard's knee, resting his mohawk bedecked head on the younger man's shoulder, and batting his eye.

Swallowing a mouthful of beer, Gerard tried not to squeak when Jimmy saddled up next to him. Eyes flickering to the guys, band and homophobes alike, on the porch, he jutted his chin out. "... no, you got the right tree..." Another drag off of his cigarette and Gerard was exhaling the smoke out of the side of his mouth and making his best doe eyes at the other singer. It couldn't hurt to play shit up, right? After all, no one really seemed to know the truth. Not even his brother, for fuck's sake.

"Awwwwesome!" Jimmy all but squealed. His hand on Gerrad's knee traced up his inner thigh and he picked up his head to plant a sloppy kiss on Gerard's cheek. "Lay some sugar on me, Baby." he quipped, his face so close to Gerard's his breath warmed his cheek.

Kissing in front of the guys and the phobes?! Gerard literally stopped breathing for a moment. It was bad enough that Jim's hand was inching pretty damn far up his thigh. If he backed out though, Gerard knew, he fucking knew, that MSI's frontman would give him hell for fronting about the gay shit. He'd never live it down. Nor would the band. No, this shit needed to be done... for the band, of course.

Smirking in the direction of the clearly bothered party goers, Gerard made up his mind. After all, gay couples had just as much right to make out at parties as anyone else... and he was going to prove it. Gerard bared his teeth as he giggled and turned to face Jimmy. Of fucking course, he met one of the phobes eyes before letting his own slide shut as he tilted his head in to for the requested 'sugar'.

Without hesitating Jimmy surged forward and caught Gerard up in the kiss. Never one to waste an opportunity, for either a good kiss or a little publicity. And negative publicity or good publicity, it was all the same. Jimmy didn't give him a quick peck. Oh no. Instead, he reliquished Gerard's thigh to grab the back of his head and all but crawl down his throat. Now that's more like it!. he thought, somewhat impresssed when Gerard did not shove him off.

Gerard let himself be dragged into a rather startlingly hot and dirty kiss. Okay, so he could do this. He could. It wasn't like he had to jerk the guy off or anything. Making out didn't have to be gender specific, right? To add a bit of flare to their show, Gerard brought the hand holding his cigarette carefully up to Jimmy's shoulder and held him in place.

Jimmy toyed with the idea of climbing into Gerard's lap, rejected it, then did it anyway. Shifting to straddle the other man's thighs, he gloated mentally at the gasps of friends and strangers alike and continued to ram his tongue down Gerard's throat. Gerard, it turned out, wasn't a half bad kisser and Jimmy definitely planned to push some boundaries now that he had a foot in the door. Gerard was going to figure out tonight if he was gay, bi, or straight... if he had any say.

A constant chanted monologue of 'it's just kissing, it's just kissing' was running through Gerard's head as he brought his hands up and placed them lightly on Jimmy's hips. He'd dropped his beer in the commotion... and it seemed his cigarette too. Well, shit. But it was so worth it to hear the reaction they were inciting.

Jimmy kissed Gerard like that, with a lusty playfulness, until they were both gasping and out of breath. Deciding he wouldn't utterly embarass him because Gerard was definitely being a good sport, Jimmy spoke softly for his ears alone when he put his forehead to Gerard's and asked, "So, Jersey Boy. Will your ass cash the checks you mouth's been writing?"

"...m-my ass?" Gerard nearly squeaked as he pressed himself back into the swing knowing full well he wasn't going anywhere. In his periphral vision, he caught sight of Matt snorting and chuckling. It was pretty obvious to Gerard that not only would he have to deal with Jim's shit if he backed out now, but fucking Cortez' also.

Trying to think quickly, Gerard decided to use a card that wasn't exactly a lie against Jimmy and still save face in front of the phobes... and Matt. Jim was a decent enough guy. He wouldn't push a virgin that fast or hard, would he? Pulling the inspiration needed to color his cheeks, Gerard batted his eyes at the other singer and lisped out shy and sultry. "... I-I've never..." To the general onlooker it might look like flirting, but it was anything but.

Jimmy snickered and nuzzled Gerard's cheek as he whispered in his ear. "Nah... I don't wanna pop your cherry, Sweetcheeks. Save that for someone special. But we could still have a little fun you and I, show me you aren't just frontin'... Sugar." The endearment that was nearly a trademark of Gerard's was added with a quiet snicker.

The way Gerard saw it, he had two options. One, freak the hell out and save himself what was sure to be a harrowing expereince. On the other hand, his second option was going along with whatever Jimmy suggested to save face. Because who really would listen to his equal right speeches if they thought he was a hypocrite? It wasn't like he wasn't all for Jimmy being able to mack on another dude at a party, even it said dude was himself. But, how fucking far was he willing to go?

"Mmm... like what?" Obviously, pretty fucking far.

"Why don't we go see?" Jimmy teased, climbing off of Gerard and pulling him up off the swing by one hand, which he held on to. He drew Gerard into the house and up the stairs, peering in doors looking for an unoccupied bedroom. He laughed and made fun of the various couples he accidentally on purpose flung doors open on before they ended up in a hallway linen closet. All the rooms were otherwise taken, and they didn't plan to fuck, so Jimmy figured what the hell.

Gerard chewed on is bottom lip as the closet door slid shut. An entirely new mantra was playing out in his mind now. One that sounded more like 'Oh god, now what? Oh God, now what?!' Maybe if he distracted the other man with more kissing, it would delay the inevitable long enough for him to come up with an escape plan. Grabbing Jimmy by the collar, Gerard hauled him in for a sloppy kiss.

Grinning into the kiss, Jimmy pressed Gerard against a shelving unit full of sheets and towels and dove in. For a few minutes he confined things to some pretty damn hot kissing. He knew really that was probably all Gerard was comfortable with, but everyone needed a push now and then. He wouldn't force Gerard to do anything, but the kid was going to have to man up and put on the brakes if he wanted Jimmy to back off. He slipped a hand between them and cupped Gerard's cock through his jeans.

Oh, shit. Gerard nearly jumped when Jimmy's hand slid over his crotch. Ew, just no... no...maybe? However, his dick seemed to disagree as it swelled in the other man's grip. Tearing his lips from Jim's, Gerard gasped out. "...shit..." It was rather unclear if he was referring to the thoughts running through is head or the facade he was aiming to convince Jimmy was true. In any case, he didn't actually put any force in pulling away.

Using both hands to undo the button at Gerard's waistline Jimmy kissed his neck and murmured at him. "Relax G-spot. I promised I wouldn't look for yours. But there's plenty we can do without ruining your chances for a white wedding dress."

Whining desperately in the back of his throat, Gerard pounded his head on the shelf behind him; not hard enough to actually hurt himself but hard enough to cause a little pain. His cock was all but begging him the beg Jimmy to suck him off and that just wasn't right. Ten bucks to a hole in a fucking donut, Mr. Pink Fishnet and fucked up showtunes was not going to let him off without reciprocation. Motherfucking hell. "...w-what do you want me to do?" Gerard breathed out nervously.

Catching Gerard's face between his hands and making him look at him Jimmy grinned. "Let yourself go, Gerard. Loosen up, have a little fun. Chalk it up to experimentation or youthful indescretion later." He pressed Gerard into another lusty kiss, tongue down the other boy's throat and groins grinding together for a few moments. "At least afterwards you'll be able to tell yourself you aren't just frontin' anymore. It'll feel good, Baby. Jimmy promises."

"I-I'm not..." Gerard's flapping lips and poetry of denial were quickly silenced. And when Jimmy pulled away, he actuallys tried to follow him with his mouth. Whining, he offered up the first explicit gay act he could think of. "...y-you want me to suck you?" Gerard all but squeaked out. The air between them was thick with the humidity of their shared breath and the scent of sweat and beer.

"I certainly wouldn't say no, Sweetcheeks. And I guarentee in this case paybacks won't be a bitch." Jimmy answered, his voice a husky whisper, hand rubbing over Gerard's dick through his jeans again. That's it Honey, let your cock do the thinking. he urged Gerard silently as he worked a hand into the front of the other singer's pants. He assumed that aroused Gerard would be less likely to back out completely , but would he actually do it? A lot of supposedly straight guys would take a blowjob from anyone, but actually giving head was altogether different. That would definitely go a long way to convincing Jimmy of his sincerity.

His initial feelings were that Gerard was just pretending to be bisexual because it was hip, because he wanted to appear sensitive and politically correct. So Jimmy also assumed that when pressed, Gerard would have bailed long before ever letting Jimmy get him alone. And Jimmy was pretty sure saving face by itself wouldn't keep a guy going along this far, but who knew. If Gerard really was willing to suck him off maybe it wasn't all act, or if it was, it was a damn good one. One thing Jimmy did know was better than to let Gerard come first, not if he didn't want to have to resort to self abuse to finish himself.

Talk the talk, walk the walk.Hands shaking, Gerard reached forward and began working on the button and zipper of Jimmy's pants. His hair was hanging over his face as he concentrated on his task; his lip the only thing more worried than his expression. Ackwardly sliding to his knees in the darkness, Gerard tugged Jim's pants down just enough to free his cock. Stomach coiling at the sight of it bobbing ever so lewdly in front of him just barely illuminated by the light eeking in under the closet door and suddenly Gerard couldn't help but giggle. "... a fucking closet, dude?" A few more outbursts and he looked up at Jimmy with rosy cheeks for the first time not induced by embarasment or shame. "... t-tell me what to do?"

"I figured you'd be more comfortable in your own environment." Jimmy joked lightly as he wound the fingers of one hand loosely in Gerard's mop of hair. "Don't over think it, Babe. Just do what makes you feel good. You got the same equipment... just immitate whatever floats your boat when you got some sweet little groupie on her knees for you."

Gerard swallowed loudly; a little embarassed to admit that he usually stopped most of the few groupies he'd ever entertained from doing that even if it left him with blue balls for a good part of the night. He let out a deep breath and licked his lips. It ain't that subjectifying now that you're the one that's going to be on your knees, is it? No, it's... it's.... Gerard seriously didn't know what it was. It wasn't disgusting, but he wasn't all nearly cumming in his pants thinking about blowing Jimmy. ...you're hard though... Shoving thoughts out of his head, he was thinking too much, Gerard reached up and grasped the base of the other man's dick and with a nervous, self-depreciating laugh leaned forward to slide his mouth over the tip.

"Dammmmnn" Jimmy gasped as Gerard's lips closed around him. "Gee, I didn't think you had it in you." he muttered then groaned, fingers tightening in hair for a second then loosening to stroke his scalp encouragingly as he waited for Gerard to do more.

It was damn awkward. That's what it was, Gerard decided. Shit that big wasn't meant to go in another person's mouth. How the hell did girls do it? Gerard let his eyes drift shut as Jim's suprisingly tender touches over his hair calmed him. He just needed to remember that it wasn't like he wasn't going to get his afterwards, right? Adding a bit of suction, Gerard attempted sliding his mouth a little farther over Jimmy's cock while pumping just a little with his hand.

Awkward it was, but Jimmy gave the kid an A for effort. "Baby, I've seen you dance, I know you've got some rhythm ." He curled his hand over Gerard's on his dick, guiding the tug of his hand to something a bit smoother. "Take it easy, no need to gag yourself..." Jimmy cut off with a hiss. "Watch the teeth man!"

Rearing back, Gerard blinked up at Jimmy. ".... s-sorry..." He muttered trying to not be completely mortified. Shit, he could do this. He. Could. Gerard pumped his hands over Jimmy's cock trying to spread what salivia he'd managed to coat the head with over the entire member before attempting the feat again. This time he tried using his tongue a bit more. Evermindful of his teeth this time, Gerard tried to open his mouth wide enough not to nick Jimmy.

"S'ok, not like you drew blood. The vampire rumors are just rumors right?" Jimmy kidded Gerard, moving his hand out of the way since Gerard seemed to be getting the hang of it. "Just kinda curl your lips over your choppers and it's all good." he added helpfully. This was totally the first blowjob Gerard ever gave, that much was obvious, and that in itself was hot enough to make up for his inexpertise as far as arousing Jimmy went.

Flattening his tongue along the underside and keeping his mouth open wide enough to attempt covering his teeth with his lips, Gerard huffed a breathe out of his nose before bobbing his head a few times. Even in as odd position as he found himself at that moment, his standards didn't really falter. The fact that people were oppressed for liking this kind of thing was total bullshit. So what's making you try to convince yourself that you don't? He did. Maybe. Just a little. Fuck, he could be awesome at this shit. He just had to try a little harder. Doubling his efforts, Gerard hummed around Jimmy's cock and dared to actually palm his own hard on through his pants.

"Slow down a bit, Tiger." Jimmy cautioned with a small chuckle that turned into a moan. "But... you're definitely... shit, yeah... starting to get the idea." Gerard was still not exactly managing a lot of finesse, but it was clear he was trying and it wasn't exactly bad, he just needed practice and Jimmy was definitely getting off on being his current instructor.

Gerard glanced up at Jimmy in the darkness; his eyes growing more and more accustom to the shadows. While he couldn't see the iris of the other man's eyes, he could still see the outline of them.... not to mention the silloutte of his wild ass hair. Reaching up Gerard slid a hand over Jimmy's stomach and refocused attention to the matter at hand... which he was secretly becoming a big fan of. Who would have thought? He put as much effort and energy into his next onslaught as he could manage.

Jimmy grinned widely as Gerard seemed to figure it out and modified his performance from jerky fumbling to a burgeoning decent technique. One thing he knew about Gerard was that he could be intense and a little bit of a perfectionist, and Jimmy decided that was definitely working in his favor at the moment. What had started out a bit ragged was shaping into some damn fine head. He resisted the urge to poke fun, the man did have his family jewels between his pointy little teeth afterall. The hand in Gerard's hair gave a bit more guidance about the pace Jimmy liked, but he was not too insistant. "That's the shit, Gerard... just like that, Baby."

Clawing lightly at Jim's stomach, Gerard let himself be guided over the other man's cock at a pace a little faster than he actually felt comfortable at... but kept at it anyways. It was almost disconcerting that he definitely thought he could get use to this type of thing. God, his voice was probably going to be thrashed tomorrow between this and his drinking. And that thought alone instead of bothering Gerard stirred something in his gut. Moaning around Jimmy, he inhaled sharply through his nose and tried to keep up.

"Ohhh yeah... keep that up G-spot... Just like that and Jimmy's gonna bloooow." The final word wailed in a joking falsetto. What Jimmy really wanted to do was knot his fingers in that jet dyed mop and hump Gerard's face like there was no fucking tomorrow, but he restrained himself. That wasn't first timer shit. Though if Gerard played his cards right and got him off good, he might just let him do it when Jimmy gave back what he was getting.

Literally snorting at how Jimmy was just as much of an obnoxious fuck with his dick in someone's mouth as he was on stage, Gerard moved both hands to his hips. He pulled back and gasped for breath over the head of his prick; sweat gathered of all place but on the very outline of barely there stubble over his mouth. Suppressing the urge to wipe it off, Gerard lapped the tip in a lazy stripe before taking a final gulp of oxygen before descending once more. It wasn't until his face was stuffed that he considered the implications of one Jimmy fucking Urine actually blowing... in his god-damn mouth.

It was that slow taste before Gerard was swallowing around him again that convinced Jimmy. He decided he owed an apology. Gerard might like the puss and that was fine really, but no totally straight guy, even one trying to prove a point would put that much effort into making it good. Jimmy totally let go of the fact they were in a goddamn hall closet. Who cared who heard, it wasn't as if half the people there hadn't seen him drag Gerard off by the hand. He splayed his feet a bit more, his hand tightened in Gerard's hair just a bit, and Jimmy got vocal, not holding back the panting moans that Gerard's pretty lips were causing anymore.

If the entire fucking scenario hadn't went a hell of a long way to convince even Gerard Arthur fucking Way himself that he was a little less than straight... the sheer thrill at hearing Jimmy moaning over of him did the rest of the convincing. Half the girls he'd actually been with hadn't reacted that strongly to his attempts at anything. He was lost in what exactly that thought meant when Jimmy's hips twitched and then stopped moving. Gerard went still and wide eyed as the bitter taste of Jim's cum flooded over the back of his tongue and mouth. ....he was seriously never going to ask another girl to let him cum in her mouth again. Jesus.

Jimmy snorted, stifling a guffaw as Gerard whipped away and turned his head to the side, his wildly disarrayed hair not really hiding him spitting on the floor with a muffled gag like he probably hoped it did. "Awww, what's amatter, Sugar? Expecting something fishy flavored?" He quipped even as he reached to help Gerard to his feet. "Don't worry, Sweetcheeks, I'm not offended. It's like a mouth full of someone else's loogies, ain't it?" He laughed and then kissed Gerard hard, cramming his tongue between the other man's lips for a taste of himself. Because he did like it.

Gerard stumbled back at the near attack; arms flailing and finally seeking purchase once again on Jimmy's shoulders. While he was busy worrying about where the hell he was going to find a mint, the frontman was seemingly trying to taste his tonsils. It was fucking hot. Whining needily into the kiss, Gerard actually found the balls to slide his hand up to cup the back of Jimmy's neck and tilt into the meeting of teeth, tongues and lips.

That hand at the base of his skull kept Jimmy playing tonsil hockey longer than he had intended. He liked that, it communcated need. So it was with reluctance he ripped himself away and slid down Gerard's body, hanging off him and pawing him all over on his way down to kneel at his feet. "Turnabouts fair play and Baby you eeeeearned this. Gonna make you hit those high notes." Jimmy asserted before leaning in to mouth Gerard's cock through his half undone pants.

Head dropping back against the shelving, Gerard's mouth hung slightly open as he moaned. Shit, it had been way to mother fucking long since he'd actually asked and/or gotten someone to do what Jimmy was about to do. When was he going to learn to stop putting his principals in front of actually getting god-damn laid. They didn't actually work against you tonight, did they, dumbass? Not knowing what to do with his hands... girls liked gentle caresses and soothing petting over their hair; at least the ones he'd been with... but Jim hardly seemed the type. Shoving his thumbs into his pant's pockets, Gerard tried his hardest not to squirm under the other man's attention.

Gerard using his jeans as an anchor was soon removed as an option, Jimmy having jerked them down around mid thigh. "Well, hello there." Jimmy quipped before grasping the base of Gerard's cock and begining to stroke with a confident hand. He adjusting the pace and pressure by how the man in his hand reacted. When he had him shaking and practically standing on his toes, which were no doubt curling in his shoes, Jimmy jeaned forward and swirled his tongue all around the head of Gerard's dick. "Mmm mmm tasty!" he slurred, pursed his lips and swallowed till his nose was burried in Gerard's curlies, his agile tongue swishing beneath the weight of it.

Spreading his thighs as far as his snug jeans would let him, Gerard did his best not to let his knees buckle. It was fucking embarassing to admit but he was never very good at getting head standing up. Clamoring to hold onto shelves, he prayed to fuck wouldn't break or tip under his weight, Gerard dared to glance over the slight swell of his stomach. Whining out a ragged and desperate line of explitives, he bucked his hips knowing full well that he'd have been so fucking pissed if Jimmy had done that to him.

Jimmy, however, was fine with it and barely even gagged though it was half unexpected. Pulling off with and exaggerated wet plop he grinned up at Gerard. "Go ahead, Sweetcheeks, enjoy it while you can." he taunted and dove back in with a loud slurp. His hands slipped around to cup Gerard's bared ass.

His voice even whinier, Gerard buried his face against his shoulder and pumped his cock in and out of Jimmy's mouth not even caring how fucking close to the prize at the end of the rainbow, har fucking har, the other man's hands were getting. If other dudes were this into shit... hell, he'd prove the man behind the principals after every fucking show they performed. "... f-f-fuck..." He stuttered out when Jimmy pulled off a particularly exhilierating trick Gerard wished he had fucking known how to do when he was on his knees.

Grinning at the stammered curse Jimmy kept on wriggling the tip of his tongue into the piss slit of Gerard's cock. Not only did make the other singer weak kneed, it gave him a chance to catch his breath before he went back to letting Gerard fuck his mouth. Not too long though, delightful as the taste of the pre-cum coating his tongue was, he actually craved that choking sensation and hopefully a decent mouthful at the end. He let his fingertips dig into the edges of Gerard's ass crack, loving how it made him squeak and surge forward.

Lungs burning from the massive amounts of gasping and moaning he was doing, Gerard had an epiphany at the very moment his cock hit the back of Jimmy's throat. Back curling as his orgasm literally tore through him with little to no fucking warning, he realized he was a hell of a lot gayer than he'd ever even admitted. Mother fucking A, if it wasn't for his appreciation of tits and pussy... Gerard was pretty damn sure he was more than a little fucking bent. As the shelving cut into his back as he relaxed, he stared nervously down at Jimmy; no longer caring if he proved his principals but more so worried that the smart ass would spread how fucking shitty he'd been at giving head and how much it'd affect a follow up session or him finding another dude willing to cross the sexuality and gender lines with him.

Jimmy stood, dragging his pinky finger along his lower lip to catch a drop and then sucking it into his mouth. Laughing he tucked himself in and did up his pants. "That didn't suck, well it did, but it didn't, if you know what I mean." He wiggled his eyebrows though it was doubtful Gerard would see the comic gesture in the mostly dark closet. "Gotta hand it to you, kid, you proved me wrong. Nice job!" There was hardly any sarcasm in his voice at all as he spoke. Pushing up against Gerard he kissed him again, taking the opportunity to fondle his ass thouroughly as he pulled the other man's pants up while he kissed him. Leaving Gerard to do his own zipper and button, Jimmy quipped "Shall we come out of the closet?"

For all of five seconds Gerard was embarassed to actually leave the fucking closet. Then his principals kicked in. Fuck what people thought. In any case, he'd just proven to more than just Jimmy that he wasn't just fronting this shit. Gerard quickly zipped himself up and threw Jimmy what he hoped came off as a flirty look whilst biting his bottom lip.

Jimmy could half see Gerard making a swoony face in the darkness and grinned. It seemed pretty clear that the whole scene hadn't been a hardship for Gerard and Jimmy sure the fuck felt good. "Yeah... I still got it." Index and thumbs puffed out imginary lapels on the hoodie he wore and he leaned in for another peck, before swinging the door open. "Mother fucker." He swore as his eyes adjusted to the light.

Giggling, Gerard contemplated playing up the vampire bit in a bit of semi-drunk but more sex-drunk dorkiness. But instead of hissing at the glare of the lights, he pressed into Jimmy and licked a stripe up the side of his face in full view of a couple of people loitering in the hallway with plastic cups in their hands. "...wanna beer?" He asked in a soft but more confident seeming voice than he figured he could manage.

"Sure thing, Sweetcheeks. Could use a drink. Got a funny taste in my mouth." Jimmy cackled as the loiterers grimaced at him and grabbed Gerard's hand before heading for the stairs. "Oh, honey, like you never. Pffft." He shot at one girl with a particulary sour expression as he trotted past.

Deciding to play up the scene as well, Gerard arched a dramatic eyebrow at the girl as well before tagging along not unpuppylike behind Jimmy. He giggled a bit as they made their way down the hall but it was nothing in comparison to the looks his bandmates were shooting the two of them as they made their way to the keg.

Jimmy filled a plastic cup from the tap, handed it to Gerard, then filled his own. He tipped his glass of amber fluid at Gerard as if toasting him. "Got to hand it to you, kid. I was sure you were just poserific. You proved me wrong and hel-looo, that was a nice surprise." he told Gerard, grinning at his own half-assed apology before downing half the cup.

The corner of Gerard's mouth twitched at Jimmy's words. Did he come clean? Did he admit that he was a bit of a poser until a little real life experience changed his perspective? Did he admit shit or let Jimmy in on his secret? "... mmm, surprises are usually pretty fucking nice...." He practically hummed into his drink as the evenings events played over in his mind. As he watched Jimmy's throat work as he chugged his beer, Gerard thought about how he'd always heard that practice made perfect.



mcr, fic, request, nc-17, msi, gerard, jimmy, straight

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