The Babysitter {Frerard}

*Anything You Want So We Can Fuck.*

Long time, no see.
Smut warning...

I woke up in an unfamiliar room with a pounding in my head. It was still dark, but I could easily tell that it wasn't my room. I tried to sit up but fell back with a flop as I hissed out in pain because of the throbbing in my head.

Jesus, what the fuck happened last night?

I was still wearing pants so it wasn't like I had sex with anyone, unless they made me put my pants on after we fucked. I reached for my phone and cringed at the bright light, I turned the brightness down and checked the time.

5:06 am.

Why am I up this early? This is not normal.

I turned over to see Mr Way still sleeping with his lips slightly parted and his hair sticking out at all different angles.

Man, he looked hot.

He had a tiny bit of drool falling out of his mouth and onto the pillow. Most people would find it disgusting but I found it quite mesmerising.

I know, I'm weird.

Part of me wanted to wake him up because I craved his attention but another part of me wanted to leave him sleeping peacefully. I just watched him sleep. I had never done this before, usually when I wake up to see that I had slept with someone the night before, I just take off as fast as I can without waking them up. Mr Way was different.

I don't know why but he just was.

We didn't even have sex, usually I could get into a guys pants straight away. That's two people who denied me sex.

It's safe to say I'm feeling pretty frustrated.

I watched the way his chest rose and fell as he slept. I could tell he was going to wake up soon due to the fluttering of his eyelids.

I looked at my phone for the time again.

5:45

Holy shit. I had been staring at him for almost forty minutes.

Wow. What has happened to me?

I got my ass out of bed and decided to go to the bathroom. I washed my face, cringing as the icy water hit my skin.

Fucking hangover.

I looked in the mirror.

Wow, I looked rough. My cheeks were rosy yet my face was a ghostly white, my eyeliner was smeared all around my eyes and the tops of my cheek bones. I don't know how my eyeliner was so smudged, that never usually happens from just sleeping. What the fuck happened?

I heard a muffled cough and could tell that Gerard was awake in the other room. I heard a sigh and saw Gerard suddenly appeared behind me in the mirror.

"Y-You stayed?" He said with a shocked look on his face.

I smirked. "Of course I did, baby. Why wouldn't I?"

He fidgeted and played with his hands. "I thought after you realised we wouldn't have sex that you would leave, you seem like the kinda guy who just fucks and leaves in the morning. To be honest, I'm surprised you even stayed the night."

"Well, I am the kinda guy who's just in it for sex. I thought it was pretty obvious." He frowned and looked at the floor. I placed my two fingers under his chin and lifted his head up, I caught his gaze. "But, there's something about you that I just can't get enough of. We didn't have sex, I was perfectly fine with just spending time with you and that's nothing like me. I don't want anything serious, I'm only young, but maybe we could be like a friends with benefits or something?"