Since I Saw Him Last: A Gary Barlow Fanfic

Chapter Fourteen

I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing behind me. Gary and I had collapsed on the sofa after our sexual escapade and fallen asleep. I awoke to find him spooning me; his arm wrapped around my waist. I turned my head to look at him; he looked so adorable. I wanted to kiss him all over to wake him up. After his mood swings last night, I thought it'd be best not to wake him from his slumber. I thought about the different sides I'd seen of him, the romantic side, the moody side, the sexual side... Before I'd met him, I always thought him to be the most predictable of all the boys having the steadier personality. It turns out I was wrong and it excited me to think there was more to learn about him. I thought I knew who he was but I was beginning to realise that he keeps parts of himself private and only reveals those parts of himself to those closest to him.

I looked over at the clock on the other side of the living room; it was 10.30am. Last time I stayed at his, I woke up the next morning ridiculously early and gave Gary my excuses to leave. This time though, I felt comfortable lying with him and wanted to spend as long as I could in his company. I was feeling a little chilly so I carefully lifted Gary's hand from my waist and slowly lifted myself up from the sofa. I placed his hand back on the sofa and stared at him some more. I don't think I'll ever get used to waking up next to him. I wandered to his bedroom and slid open the doors to his fitted wardrobe, I couldn't believe the amount of clothes he had. So many tailored suits and designer gear, there must be thousands and thousands of pounds worth here! I picked up what looked like the oldest white shirt in his collection and put it on. I walked into the bathroom to check myself out; I don't look too hideous! I wandered into his piano room and picked up our clothes that we'd left lying on the floor the night before. I threw his dirty laundry into the washing machine; I walked back to the bedroom to lay our clothing over his bed. He was still sleeping as I walked back into the living room. Wake him or not wake him? I thought with a cheeky grin on my face.

I walked over to the sofa and sat on the edge next to his feet. He had moved from a slight foetal position onto his back. I noticed that he was experiencing a bout of morning glory. My eyes lit up. I wonder if he'd like a morning surprise? I lowered myself and sat on the floor in front of him. I gently picked up his cock and started tickling his sides with my tongue; he shuffled a little but didn't wake. I started to tug him softly with my hands, slowly pulling up and then back down again. I started to tickle the tip with my tongue and heard him stir a little. I started to put more pressure on the tip with my tongue and he started to moan, all the while his eyes still closed. I started to go down further using my mouth instead of my hands, I looked up to see his sleepy eyes half open, he'd folded his hands behind his head so he could get a better view, he groaned. I started to move my mouth faster but with the same amount of grip. I saw him move his hands from his head and knocked his head back onto the arm of the sofa. "Deeper," he growled. I took his full length in my mouth and gagged a little, "Keep going, you naughty girl." I started to go as deep and as fast as I could. I could feel his body start to tremble, he reached out his arms so that he could hold my head in place, his groaning started getting deeper until he said, "I'm going to..." He climaxed with an almighty roar. After he simmered down, he grabbed my arm and adjusted his body on the sofa so I could lie next to him. "So, you swallow then. How do I taste?" he asked. "Pretty good actually, I've had worse." I laughed as I raised my eyebrows. "So how did I do?" I asked, blowjobs aren't at the top of my list but I certainly enjoyed going down on him. "Natasha, either you're a natural or you've had some bloody good training." I started to blush as I smiled back at him. "I'd like to think you're a natural, I don't like to think of you with other guys." Is that why he acted a little weird when I complimented Howard last night in front of Mark and Charlotte?

"Would you like some breakfast?" I asked trying to change the subject. "I'm supposed to be asking you that." "Well, you need to recharge your batteries after that special treat I gave you. Relax." "There should be some eggs in the fridge and the cupboard on the left should have some pans you might need," he instructed. "Such a gentleman offering to help me out!" I rolled my eyes in a jovial way. I made my way over to the kitchen, grabbed some eggs from the fridge, boiled some water and stuck a saucepan on the stove. I cracked some eggs and wrapped them up tightly in some cling film. Poached eggs; that's a healthy enough breakfast. I found half a loaf of wholemeal bread and began toasting a couple of slices. I looked up to the sofa and Gary had disappeared, probably to put on some pants. I turned my back to the sofa, turned on the kettle and found some mugs in one of the cupboards. I turned round to check the eggs and felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist. He started nuzzling at my neck with his face. "Where did you find this shirt? Looking through my things are you?" he asked as he started kissing my neck. "I wanted something comfy to wear, this looked like the oldest thing you had." I answered; he started gently biting at my ears. "Oh yeah, the oldest, didn't know I had it," he said in between bites. I tried to free myself, "Gary, make yourself useful and make us a cup of tea." He ran his hair through his fingers, "Cuppa coming right up."

We sat down opposite each other at the dining table. "Nice of you to stay for brekkie this time," he buttered his toast and looked up at me with that famous crooked smile. I shrugged my shoulders, "It feels different this time." "How come?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know. I'm trying not to second-guess everything. I like spending time with you so that's what I'm doing." He nodded and took a bite of his toast, "I'm glad." "One thing I do want to ask you..." I looked him square in the eye. He stared back at me waiting for me to continue. "What the fuck was that about last night?" He took a gulp of his tea and frowned, "What?" He started searching my eyes for an answer. "You were an incredibly moody bastard when we got back from the hotel. There was no need for it. If you didn't want Mark, Charlie or me to come back here, you could've just said no." He was looking down at his plate and finished chewing his mouthful. "I didn't have a problem," he denied. "It didn't look like that to me. Charlie was a little peeved that you walked off without saying goodbye. And Mark had to excuse your behaviour." He moved his plate to the side, leant forward with folded arms. "I didn't mean for it to come across like that," he shrugged. "You may think I'm perfect, I'm not. I'm flawed, sometimes I can be a bit abrupt but my intention is not to piss people off." "I know you're not perfect. I've looked up to you since I was a kid so it's difficult for me to break away from that. But I like the fact that you're just like any other person, I'm starting to learn that rather quickly." I smiled back at him. He gave me a half-hearted smile. "I accept you're not perfect but I just want you to know that I'm aware of it. In that situation, I would rather you let me know what's going on rather than rolling your eyes at me and disappearing without saying a word, that's all." He looked at me without blinking as I said this. I could tell he was contemplating what I'd said. He remained silent. I got up from the table and motioned for him to lean back. I sat on his lap and put my arms around his neck. I leant my forehead onto his. He looked down as he wrapped his arms around me. He didn't need to speak; I knew he was digesting what I'd said. He lifted his head to look into my eyes, I smiled at him and he softly rubbed his nose against mine. I could tell this was his way of saying sorry.