Mint and Honey (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 5: He Couldn't Say His Conscience was Completely Clean

The very next morning was when Gerard woke up with a start, sitting up in bed and panting, his body on high alert and tense, his skin excruciatingly warm and coated in sweat. He looked around, his fingers clenched in his sheets, his stomach tied in a fierce knot. He let out a labored breath and climbed out, his knees immediately buckling. Tyler was right, he was definitely not feeling like himself, and he couldn't quite grasp what it was that had hit him so hard. Surely, it wasn't his rut. Surely, something so natural couldn't make you feel so sick. He pulled on a shirt and readjusted his boxers before he opened his bedroom door. He could hear the deafening silence of the house and he frowned, walking down to the kitchen, "Ma? Pops?"

He went into the kitchen, frowning when he saw that he had a sandwich, a bottle of water, and a letter waiting for him. Despite the fact that he was usually ravenous in the morning, today he was actually the furthest from hungry. He eyed the bread on the small porcelain plate and grimaced unhappily. He opened the letter and lay it out on the table to read, opening the water to take a sip as he read his mom's elegant scrawl.

Gerard,

Dad and I went out for the day and decided to give you some space on the first day of your rut. There's a sandwich and a few bottles of water for you.

We'll be at Aunt Wendy's for the day, her number is on the fridge if you need us.

Be careful, please.

Mom xx

Gerard felt his cheeks go pink at the realization that his parents had left him alone in the entire house for the entire day just so he could furiously jerk off. Although, it was pretty great that he didn't have to worry about anyone else. He left the sandwich and the letter on the table and took his water back upstairs. He walked into his bedroom when a sudden sharp pain surged through his lower abdomen and shot through his nerves. He gasped, his hand automatically constricting around the plastic bottle, the water shot up into a geyser before it rained down onto him and on the carpet. He clutched his stomach, eyes squeezing shut as he staggered to his desk and held himself up, the water bottle discarded on the floor.

"Motherfucker." He gasped weakly, his knees caving in as he was rocked with another heavy cramp. He shuddered out a small grunt, his fingernails digging into his already sensitive skin. He tried to straighten himself up and barely managed to do that when his stomach began to twist uncomfortably. It was a knot that was constantly churning and twisting, a knot that he knew way too well thanks to puberty, but this time it was so much worse.

He looked down at his soaked legs and at the spilled water on the floor and decided that he should probably shower and get the night-sweat stink off of him. He padded into the bathroom, peeling his t-shirt off along the way before he walked into the small green washroom. He discarded his pajamas and tossed them in the general direction of the laundry hamper and took his glasses off. He opened the curtain of the shower and stepped into the bathtub, turning the cold water on all the way to its end to cool his fiery skin. He sighed with relief and slid down the wall carefully to just sit awkwardly in the bathtub. His knees were bent to accommodate his lanky frame.

He put his head back against the tiles of the wall and closed his eyes, letting the torrent of icy water splash down onto his chest. He tried to ignore the ache in his lower stomach and tried to focus more on cooling himself down. He sat up, pulling the sheet of plastic across the bathtub to give himself some semblance of privacy. He reached down, his eyes still shut, and wrapped a hand around himself. His eyes snapped open when he realized he could barely get his fingers around his own length. He had tried so hard to ignore his own throbbing ache, tried to push it back in his mind, and didn't even want to look at his own dick.