You Won't F*** My Friends

Chapter Two - Gerard's P.O.V

When I awoke in the morning I was alone, there was an indent in the mattress next to me and the duvet was all rumpled up but the sheets were cold so Bert had obviously been up a little while at least. I yawned whilst stretching and rubbed my eyes, my head was fine for the first time in a while and I was able to think straight.

I sat up cross-legged and gathered the duvet around me, covering my waist and the boxer shorts I slept in, and tugging it up over my shoulders like a cape so it covered my bare back and most of my chest. I sat like that for a while, replaying the most recent party over in my mind and smiling at the new memories. I shifted my weight and flinched as my tail bone came back down on the mattress, my ass was sore from last night's antics but that just made me smile even more. I shivered but it quickly passed, the heat from my upper body warmed the duvet and my thoughts of me and Bert last night were beginning to give me an all too familiar knot in the base of my stomach.

I was saved by the said person coming in the door. He was in a black flannel nightgown and holding a large mug of black coffee, his hair was greasy and hung around his pale face, framing the grin that he greeted me with.

"Morning, beautiful!" His face softened when he saw me smiling up at him from within the bed sheets and my insides melted. Bert set the cup down carefully on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed to sit next to me in my cocoon.

"Morning!" I replied with a smile and stretched out my neck so that he could kiss my cheek.

He did, before asking "How's your head this morning? It was pretty wild last night huh?"

"I'm fine actually," I smiled back, "I think I threw most of the alcohol back up so it never got into my system."

"No paracetamol then?" Bert laughed, "First time in ages, I made you coffee anyway though because I know you like it."

"Thank you." I have him a quick peck on the lips before he reached across and passed me the cup of black liquid.

I swallowed a mouthful of the hot coffee and closed my eyes as it washed over my tongue and down my throat.

"You really shouldn't drink so much alcohol at once you know." Bert said sternly as I was drinking, "You don't have as high a tolerance as I do and you could make yourself really ill."

"Yeah," I manage in between gulps, "I just don't wanna get left behind you know? I wanna be like you and I want to keep up."

"Aww, honey, you're the sweetest!" Bert smiles at me and strokes my cheek, "I just worry about you that's all."

His voice is deep and rough from all the drugs he probably took last night and it's seriously some sexy shit. He's definitely turning me on and the knot in my stomach becomes tighter as I feel my member begin to stir a little. I try to concentrate on drinking my coffee as a pink blush begins to tint my cheeks but I'm pretty sure Bert knows, Bert always knows.

"Gerard you done with that coffee yet?" Bert asks, his hand resting on the back of my neck and his fingers tugging gently at my hair.

"Yeah," I mutter as I swallow down the very last dregs and hold my cup still down by my lap, "Why?"

"Because I think you're needing my help with something." Bert smirks slightly as he takes the mug from my hands and returns it to the table where it sits, empty. He then slips into the opening of the duvet, his cold body brushing against my warm skin.

I blush deeper but the hand behind my head suddenly moves round to my side and pulls me into a close embrace, his lips are upon mine and his tongue is in my mouth. The physical contact is honestly very hot and doesn't make my situation below any better, but I go with it and soon we are full on making out with my hands in his hair, teasing and tugging at the greasy locks whilst he strokes down my side.

His free hand brushes lightly down my torso and plays with the hem of my boxers before cheekily sliding inside and stroking me, I gasp at this and I feel him laugh slightly on my lips. His lips move from my mouth to my neck where they begin tracing kisses, every so often he sucks and bites down, not applying too much pressure, but enough to leave a mark.

I stretch my neck, raise my head and arch my back, moaning in pleasure. He bites down on my neck particularly hard, then it's suddenly over. Bert pulls away from me as I sigh and wipes his hand on the sheet before gently kissing my jawline.

"Thanks for the help." I whisper and kiss his lips.

"Glad I could be of service." He laughs and I giggle as he puts his arm around me and pulls me close.

"I'm needing to say something to you, honey." Bert smiles and my body tingles at the sound of his voice.

"Yeah, go on?" I urge, being the smaller one I have to look up at him so I can meet his eyes. He looks back and kisses the tip of my nose.

"Well first, I'm thinking you should go into college today so-" He starts but I cut him off.

"Whyyy?" I moan, widening my eyes, really not wanting to.

"Because you have this assignment to work on and you can't fail it." Bert finishes, them seeing my face he adds, "Come on Gerard, it's not that bad. Plus it starts at one so you've still got ages before you have to leave."

"I suppose so," I grumbled as I leant my head onto his shoulder.

"Also, we're going to have a visitor." Bert grinned at me and stroked my hair, "He's my mums friends son, and is quite an easygoing guy. He's hardworking and not quite the same drift as us, but I've known him for years and he's easy to get along with."

"But Bert...." I whined, unwilling to have company around that could interfere with our relationship.

"Don't worry Gee, he'll probably not be around when we are for most of it, and even when he is I promise I won't let him replace you in any possible way whatsoever. I swear it." Bert smiled and moved my hair so he could kiss my forehead.

"Yeah okay then, why not I guess." I reluctantly agreed and Bert thanked me for it.

I know I sounded whiney and clingy, but Bert was my whole life and I was so attached to him that the idea of sharing him made me uncomfortable. But then again Bert could easily persuade me to do or agree to just about anything he wanted because I loved him so much. I knew he'd never try to talk me into something that could humiliate me because he cared too much about me for that. I knew he loved me as much as I loved him because he never tired of telling me it, just like I never tired of telling him. Like I said, I probably couldn't even exist without him.

"He's probably my best friend to be honest," Bert said, looking down at me, "Am I allowed to have best friends other than you, honey? Hmmm?"

"You tell me!" I replied and we both laughed before Bert spoke again.

"Thanks for being so reasonable, Gerard." He thanked me, "I'm sure you and Frank will agree when he's here."

Frank. There was no way that Bert would transfer his affections to a guy named Frank who was hardworking and down to earth. I smiled and decided for Bert's sake that I'd try to get along with this guy.

"It's fine," I smiled, "Anything for you, Bert."

Bert smiled lovingly and dirtily at the same time, "Same for you too, love. Now, I need to go get cleaned up and I think you do too, so I'm going to take a shower, care to join me?"

I giggled again and took his outstretched hand, he helped me up and led me to the bathroom where we undressed before slipping into the box and shutting the door. We stood under the warm jet together in the steamy cubical, our bodies pressed together as we washed. Apart from sharing the occasional kiss it was uneventful and soon we were both dried and dressed.

We ate together then Bert kissed me goodbye before I set off for college, it could have been worse, at least I liked art which was what I was going in to do. I left Bert to clean and stack the plates and do whatever else he did as I walked to college, the thought of Bert's beautiful features letting a smile spread across my face.