Way Wedding

Age Comes in Waves

The Smiths played through the bus and spilled out onto the concrete around it. We were all hThe Smiths played through the bus and spilled out onto the concrete around it. We were all holding mugs of coffee or tea with a loved one, or groupie splayed out over our laps. I had my legs over Gerard's, my head on his chest; all the while his right hand's fingers rubbed and scratched along my head. It was funny how much things changed with age. Once upon a time we would have all been drinking, smoking like chimneys, and making out in a way that was not safe for children to even be near. However now everything was quaint and calm.

"Are you sleepy?" Gerard whispered down at me as I closed my eyes to focus on his low singing voice that followed each song. The Smiths were one of his favorite bands, and his voice combined with Morrisey's had always been the perfect cocktail to my sleeping demise. Nodding he withdrew his hand from my hair and looped his arms through my legs and pulled me even closer so that he could stand without dropping me. Sleepily I wrapped my arms around his neck so that I could be even closer to him.

"Goodnight everyone." Gerard called as he walked up the steps of the open bus. Lazily I waved a hand over his shoulder. All I wanted was to curl up with him, no offense to the guys. It had just been so amazing getting to wake to his smirk and the smell of his coffee and cologne. To be able to roll into the crook of his arm every night and feel safe. No matter how old I got, there was still a time within the night that my fear of being alone always peaked. Gerard was the antidote to the worries in my mind. Angling our bodies down the hall he finally slid our door open and laid me down on the messy bed. I liked when we had day breaks during tour, where we could just stop somewhere and lay in bed all day, walk around a town, or do whatever. It had always been one of our favorite parts of touring. That was how I first discovered I loved him. The way he laughed and smiled, the way he was shy until the minute he was spoken to when he would stand up straight and greet the person with his little grin. Then he would nod intently in a way that sometimes made you wonder if he was listening at all, and finally when it was his turn he would respond in such an eloquent that always perplexed me. As if he got the chance to rehearse his days.

"I love you." I murmured as I watched him pull each of us a set of pajamas out of the bags against the wall.

"I love you too." He smiled peeking over at my fluttering eyes. I was slowly falling asleep but fighting it. I could feel the edge of the bed shift with his weight as he pulled me up toward him into a sitting position. Pulling my red sweater off over my head leaving my tattooed chest open to the elements until he draped one of his pajama shirts of my shoulders, and nudged my arms into the holes. His graceful fingers made quick work over the buttons just as his hands pulled my pants down to my ankles and then off over my shoes leaving me only in my socks, boxers, and his shirt.

Once we were both tucked away in bed my head on his chest allowing the day to wash over us and settle elsewhere so that we could rest soundly. Taking up his earlier activity of running his fingers through my hair faded even quicker into a deep sleep.

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The remnants of my nightmare were hanging heavily over my head. Making me dizzy and frozen in place on the cold bed.

"Where's Gee." I asked myself puzzled and tossing my arm over toward where Gerard should have been. Pouting, I forced my eyes open to search for him. The pitch-black room was seemingly empty, leaving my whispers of his name unanswered. Sitting up, only to be reminded by how bad bus mattresses were, I groaned and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.

"Sorry darling I had my headphones in, What's wrong, sugar?" Gerard finally responded in a soothing voice, my senses were then hit by the smell of coffee. Kneeling before me his hands rested on my knees while he ran his thumb over the area gently.

"Nothing." I half smiled rationalizing away my imbalances and running my fingers through his hair, settling a hand on his face. There could be a million things wrong in this world every single one of them would still fall away with his hazel eyes meeting mine.

"Let's get you back..." I cut him off with my lips wanting nothing more than for him to make love to me. His hands traced my back sinking into my kiss. A wave of gentleness fell over the room while our kiss broke and his lips landed on my cheek. Finding their way to my forehead they left a soft peck there as well making the knot in my stomach begin the untie from the butterflies swarming in my stomach.

"I love you, baby boy. It's time for bed or you'll be cranky in the morning." He whispered ignoring his own boner, and covering me in both the blankets and his arms.