Kellard- A Gerard Way and Kellin Quinn fanfiction

Black Skinny Jeans

Gerard's P.O.V

I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my Metallica shirt and black skinny jeans whilst trying to style my hair. I don't know why I was putting so much thought into how I looked. Maybe it's for Kellin. I shook my head as though that would clear all my thoughts and nerves away. Bob and Mikey were cleaning up and putting the food and drinks that we already had out, whilst Ray and Frank were setting up the sound system. I grabbed a bottle and poured myself a drink and quickly drank it, pouring myself another. I had a feeling tonight that something would happen. And it put me on edge not being able to think of what that could be. Nerves. The perfect excuse for drinking.

I heard the door open and the hoots and hollers of what sounded like Austin and Tony. They walked through holding savoury snacks and cases of beer, bottles of spirits or any other form of alcohol. Tonight would be fun.

Not long after everyone had piled into to our cramped trailer, Kellin and the rest of the guys walked in. I smiled, noticing that he had changed into a Fall Out Boy shirt, some black skinny jeans and surprisingly he was without his beanie. Speaking of his jeans, it was becoming quite a task to not sit and ogle his backside. Stop it. I shook my head again. We all know how the public would react to me being gay. As if I didn't already have enough problems like being called 'emo' and 'encouraging suicide' etc. Even though that came from paparazzi or people who didn't understand me, their opinions still hurt me. I'd be lying if I said they didn't.

I realised that Kellin had been trying to talk to me while I was daydreaming. I stared into his eyes, trying to decipher what he just said. I couldn't work it out and gave up, sighing. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I said, where's the bathroom?"

Oh. Right. Of course he was only talking to me for that. I mean I called him Sugar earlier, for God's sake. I probably scared him.

He walked towards the bathroom and I went and sat on the sofa, drinking bottle after bottle until the numbness set it and I didn't feel so sorry for myself.

At some point, we ended up sat in a circle playing spin the bottle. It was probably Mikey's idea, he likes making people feel awkward and playing party games. I watched as the bottle kept spinning around and around, landing on random people who had to kiss and then proceeded to wash their mouth out with whatever alcoholic beverage they had with them. What was the point of this game again?

It finally got to my turn and I drunkenly span the bottle. I watched it spin carelessly around the circle, it making me feel slightly dizzy and nauseous. And it landed on....Kellin. Of course.

He flushed slightly and crawled across the circle towards me. How the fuck did he make crawling look sexy? It barely seemed like seconds before he was right in front of my face, eyes looking at me curiously, his soft breath caressing my cheek. I took a deep breath and leant forward, pressing my lips to his. He responded almost immediately and stroked my cheek. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him into my lap. He bit my lip playfully and I suppressed a moan. He chuckled.

A couple of minutes later, I heard someone clear their throat and reluctantly pulled away. Everyone's eyes were on us and I blushed bright red, shoving him off my lap. I saw a flash of hurt cross his features before he regained his composure and crawled back to his spot. Everyone was still staring at me. I began to feel sick, probably due to the alcohol, followed by the high of kissing Kellin and now the panic that was slowly setting in. I excused myself and ran to the bathroom, throwing up profusely. I was retching loudly and I wouldn't be surprised if everyone heard me.

I couldn't help but feel bad for Kellin, it looked bad, him kissing me and me throwing up straight afterwards. I wanted to talk to him and reassure him but I was so exhausted at that moment that it was no use even trying to get up. I closed my eyes and fell asleep next to the toilet bowl. How classy.

I felt myself being lifted up, but I was still too exhausted to open my eyes or even move, but I was still aware of everything. Kellin's scent floated into my nose and I smiled sleepily, resting my head against his chest. He must be pretty strong if he could carry me, but I could care less right now. I was laid down in bed gently and my clothes started being gently stripped off of me. Not in a sexual way, just simply in a way where I was being taken care of.  I preferred it much better, it felt like someone actually cared about me without wanting anything in return. I was gently laid down and I felt the blankets being tucked around me. A hand pushed my hair out of my face and a soft kiss was placed on my forehead.

"I'm sorry I made you throw up." Kellin's voice rang through my ears.

I tried to smile, but I was too exhausted. I heard him sigh and head towards the door, the click of the lock assuring me that he had left. I nuzzled further into the blankets and closed my eyes, dreaming of soft lips and beautiful green/blue eyes. Not long after, I fell into a deep sleep.

A/N I tried my hand at a little smut and sexual tension. How'd I do???