gerbert oneshots

Stop The World, I Wanna Get Off With You

literally no one asked for this and i am a dirty GerBert LOVER fight m e RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW LETS GO YA LITL WANK
//recreational drug use, high/stoned sex ;)))
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Holed up in a shitty little motel room, passing a blunt back and forth between the two of them and watching the bluish smoke rise to the ceiling then dissipate, Gerard snuggled up to Bert's side. Everything was comfortably fuzzy, relaxed and happy. Time floated by, feeling more like they were stuck in one moment together. Gerard idly played with Bert's hair, twirling the long, stringy black strands around his pale fingers.

Bert breathed out a wispy cloud of smoke, offering the last of the roach to Gee. He gladly took it, wrapping his pink lips around the end of the paper tube and sucking back the smoke. He held the smoke in, reaching up to Bert's face and bringing him down. He ran his hand gently over his boyfriend's stubbly jaw, over to his mouth and resting his thumb on Bert's bottom lip, blowing the smoke practically into his mouth.

Bert hummed, "You're so pretty, Gee." He murmured, kissing him slowly.

Gerard giggled into the kiss in response. When Bert pulled away, he brought him back in, their lips moving slowly and out of sync. It was messy and growing more passionate as it progressed, Bert moving to get halfway on top of Gee, holding him close by the hip. It was warm and hazy, the numbing of the drugs working on their slow-spinning minds.

It was a blur between the point of them getting hard then getting undressed, but all Gerard could feel, wanted to feel, was the warm palms and fingers trailing all over his body, over his pale shoulders, down his sides to his hips, feeling his fleshy lily white thighs, running over little stretch marks he hated.

"So pretty, Gee... Such a pretty boy..." Bert whispers, kissing Gerard's collar bones and the little freckle above the left one with little grinds of his hips on Gerard. Bert had the passing thought that it was like a bit of chocolate in vanilla ice cream, and giggled softly to himself.

"I like it when you call me pretty." Gerard sighed, stroking Bert's hair has he felt warm, slightly chapped lips trailing up his neck and hands resting on his bare, feminine hips.

Bert hummed, massaging Gerard's hips and started to suck on the pale skin beneath his lips, absentmindedly leaving marks Mikey, Ray, Bob and Frank would ask about in the morning, because they didn't know Gee snuck Bert into his room. He was between Gee's nice legs, continuously groping at his cute chubby body. He felt Gee lazily bucking his hips and pressed down on him with his own.

Gee whimpered softly, "Bert, fuck me..."

Heightened senses and having no real control over it made Gerard needy - faster than usual - and he wanted Bert, he wanted to feel him so badly right then.

"Yeah, baby. Where's your lube n' rubbers?" Bert slurred, moving from Gerard neck to lean over him, smirking.

Gerard smirked back, his eyes half lidded. He wasn't too sure, but he guessed it was somewhere in his toiletry bag in the gym bag he had all his shit from home and dirty clothes stuffed in.

"Give me a sec." Gerard said, gently pushing Bert back and leaning over the edge of his bed, rummaging through his bag to find the smaller canvas bag. He unzipped it, fumbling for a second with his funky vision, then finding exactly what he wanted. He took out the travel tube of lubricant and foil square then handed it to Bert. He laid back down, his arms crossed above his head.