The Enigma's Anomaly

Kind of a Filler Chapter That Leads Into a Really Important Chapter

I think I have decided that the best way to wake up is with your boyfriend's mouth around your dick. There's really no topping that. Not really. It definitely beats having an alarm clock.

When I wake up there is very attractive man between my legs, with his red hair hiding his face from me.

"Oh fuck!" I whisper at the feeling. It's nice to think that maybe kidnapping and assassination attempts aren't going to infringe upon my sex life. Not going to lie, Gerard makes it easy to distract myself from everything that's happening. The things happening do need distracting from, and I curse the three days that went by without him. If I'd have known that this was what would have happened then I'd have found a much faster way to escape.

I brush the hair out of his face and he looks up at me hungrily. I can't help but find myself mesmerized by his appearance. His hair is askew and everything about him just screams sex. The swollen lips stretched around my erection, and the sweaty hands with a grip around my thighs. Everything is just so dirty, but brilliant.

It barely takes any time for me to cum and I feel my face flush with embarrassment at how fast it is. It's not exactly easy to find you're bearings when you've just woken up, and the sight doesn't help much either.

Gerard's new to this, so I don't expect him to swallow, but he does. Is it possible for someone to be a natural at sex? If it is then Gerard would make a good example. He somehow manages to be hot and talented which is not something I can say of myself.

I'm panting with my head against the pillow when I feel his lip on my neck and I moan again helplessly. He really knows how to drive me crazy and it's starting to become uncanny how well he knows me. Did he buy a copy of 'Frank Iero for Dummies'? I don't think I even know that much about myself!

I hear a small gasps from him so I open my eyes to look at him and see that he's trying to get himself off quickly and it hypnotizes me for a minute. Seeing him fuck himself is probably the eighth wonder of the world.

"Here," I say and lick down my hand then clasp his cock in my own hand. I can help him out there, and as soon as my hand takes over he pulls both hands up to grip my shoulders. It's painful considering how sore I am, but not in a bad way.

Gerard cums between my fingers not long after and I can't help but keep my eyes trained on him through his climax. He makes the most beautiful face and the dirtiest fucking moan I've ever heard in my life. At least if his comic gets shut down then he'll have an illustrious career in porn.

"Did I mention I love you, because holy fuck do I love you," I say and he giggles softly.

As we're making lunch a few minutes later I find myself accidentally saying what's on my mind, and by the time I catch myself it's too late. It's not that I didn't know this conversation was coming but I really wish I'd chosen a better time. He's holding a frying pan which might hurt if I piss him off too much.

"Gerard there are some things about me that if you knew, you'd never look at me the same again. You'd hate me if you knew who I was and what I've done."

"Well if it's who you were does that mean it's in the past?"

I consider that and say, "Well yes, I'm not that person and I never want to be again-"

"Well if it's in the past I don't see why I should be bothered by it now," Gerard says, "and if you've changed who you were than I think it's fine if I never have to know."

"But you would hate me. You would never want to see me again!"

"Frank, I love you now. I don't care who you used to be if you've put that behind you! And as long as you let me understand this version of yourself than I think it's fair to let the old version be forgotten," Gerard says.