Teach Me How to Love Again (Sequel to Dirty Little Secret)

Chapter 28: Dreaming, I Was Only Dreaming

*~(Sexual content warning in the chapter, but it's mostly just dorky flirty sexual fluff. You've still been warned.)~*

*~(Also, the title of this chapter is from Before the Lobotomy by Green Day.)~*

"Wake up, hun," Gerard whispered. Apparently I had fallen asleep on top of him on the couch last night.

"I don't wanna," I whined.

I felt his chest -- which I was laying my head on, like always -- shake slightly with his laughter, then I felt him place a kiss to the top of my head. "You haven't changed a bit since you left," he joked.

"Neither have you," I accused playfully.

He faked a gasp. "How dare you! I'm a changed man. I haven't tried to get into your pants once," he joked once more.

"But we've already had sex once!" I protested.

"Hey, that wasn't my fault. I can't control my dreams, sugar. I mean, I had to do something while you were gone. Plus, you didn't have to help me out. If you would have left it alone, I would have finished on my own. Therefore, it's completely your fault that we had sex," he teased.

"Hey, hey. You sounded pretty desperate. You needed my help, so I gave it to you. Plus, if I wouldn't have stepped in, you would have ruined my good sheets, and you had already woken me up with all of that squirming, or air-humping, or whatever the fuck that was," I giggled.

"It wasn't 'air-humping.' I think I was just moving like I was in my dream. In my dream, you were touching me, so I was bucking my hips into your touch," he whispered sensually.

"Who was better; dream me, or real me?" I asked jokingly.

"Oh, definitely real you, sugar. I mean, dreams are great, but nothing beats the feeling of having real you all to myself," he whispered once more into my ear. I blushed at this, but it was also super hot. How can this man be so hot?

You see, we had sex the night after we got back together. He ended up spending the night at my house, and we slept in my bed. We had fallen asleep without cuddling. I was woken up in the middle of the night by a strange noise, and by him squirming around a lot. At first I was concerned. I thought he was having a nightmare or something, but as soon as my name left his lips, I realized it was exactly the opposite of a nightmare. The noises weren't noises of pain or fear, he was moaning. He was squirming around a lot as well, and he was starting to sweat a little bit. His hand started to run down his body, getting closer and closer to the bulge in his boxer-briefs. I couldn't leave him like this, so I decided to help him.

He wasn't very happy that he missed most of the fun because he slept through it, so that only led to more. I know I had wanted to take it slow, but I couldn't help myself when he was moaning my name like that.

After we were both done, he explained to me that he sometimes got wet dreams about me because of how long it had been since he'd "gotten laid."

It was a great night nonetheless. I had missed that.

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I was snapped out of my thoughts by Gerard gently shaking me. "Earth to Skylar," he joked. I giggled.

"Shut up," I laughed.

"What'cha thinking about, hun?" he said with a smirk. He clearly knew that my thoughts weren't exactly innocent.

"N-nothing," I lied.

"Alright. I'll believe that if you want, but only because we're taking it slow," he chuckled, then he winked at me.

I giggled and nuzzled my head further into his chest. He gently rubbed my back, and we just cuddled for a while.