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Rooftops and Drivers Seats (Gerard Smut)

Top!Gerard

Bottom!Y/N

Author: robinrunsfiction (on ao3)

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You rolled over, groaning as sunlight crept in around the curtains of your room. You had been up late the night before, and left the window cracked when you crept back in just before dawn. Now the sound of a truck idling outside was causing your head to ache like it had just driven through it. The loud voices of whoever was unloading the truck was only making you more annoyed.

You sat up and saw it was just after noon. Groaning again, you flopped dramatically against your pillow and pulled it over your head. After a few minutes, it didn't seem like they were going to quiet down, so you decided to pull yourself out of bed. A cold shower and a bottle of Gatorade later, you were feeling a bit better and decided to be nosey and see who was moving in next door.

It looked like it was a family moving in, with a tall skinny younger looking boy carrying in boxes. Then your attention was caught by a boy who looked like he was your age. He was wearing skinny, torn up jeans, a studded belt, and a black t-shirt that looked like it had been through hell. His long black hair was pushed back. You were imaged running you fingers through it as his lips were pressed against your neck. You snapped out of your daydream when you realized you bit your lip so hard it was bleeding. You ran your tongue over the spot and tore yourself away from the window to get dressed.

After a few hours, you heard the truck pulling away, you decided to go over and introduce yourself to your new neighbors. The older boy, the one who held your attention so raptly was leaning against the side of the garage smoking as you sauntered up.

"Hey," you called. "I'm (YN), I live next door and saw you guys moving in."

He straightened up and gave you a lopsided smile, holding the cigarette between his lips before extending his hand. "I'm Gerard, but you can call me Gee."

"Nice to meet you. Where are you from?"

"Across town. My grandparents are moving in we needed a bigger place."

"Oh that's cool. I'd offer to introduce you to some people as part of my official duties on the welcoming committee, but since you're from around here I guess I'll just go," you gestured back to your house with a laugh.

"I guess we'll just have to get to know each other better then," he said with a smirk as he took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the driveway and stomped it out under the toe of his boot. You talked for a while and realized you were the same age, both having just graduated from high school, but different schools. You talked about music you liked, and stuff you liked to do to pass time. "My band is playing a house show tonight if you wanna go?"

"You're in a band?" You asked, eyebrow quirked. How was it possible for this guy to get hotter? "What do you play?"

"I sing," he said running his hand through his hair.

"Hmm, I usually go for bass players. They tend to work that much harder to impress because they're totally underappreciated," you teased.

"And in my band, totally underage. My little brother Mikey plays bass," he teased.

"Well I guess I'll just have to go to this house show with the singer then," you laughed.

"Don't worry, I'll show you a good time. I'll see you at 9," he said with a wink before turning to go back to his house. You found yourself biting your lip as you watched him go before you turned back to your own house to get ready.

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At nine you heard something at your window. You hurried over and saw Gerard standing of the shadows of your yard. You pushed the window open and gestured to him indicating to give you a second. You hurried to your door and called out to your parents.