Given his track record, I didn't actually expect Gerard to still be there when I woke up. That's why I was so surprised when I rolled over and saw him still asleep next to me, his chest rising and falling as air slid out of his parted lips. I rested on my elbow and, as cliché as it sounds, just watched him sleep. He was always beautiful, of course, but there was something about him asleep that was so endearing to me. I brushed his cheekbone gently with the back of my hand and he stirred under my touch. Oops. Figuring he was already waking up, I let my fingers trail down to his strong jawline, my thumb sliding across his full lips, still swollen from the night before. He smiled then, his eyes flickering open.
"Well, good morning." He chuckled, biting my thumb playfully. I pulled it away and sighed, running my hand through his hair.
"Morning." I said. He stretched and groaned, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me towards him.
"Mm. Stay here." He murmured, kissing my neck sleepily. I laughed and kissed the side of his head.
"I'm not planning on going anywhere." I sighed, tangling our bare legs under the blanket. He looked up at me, his eyes still bleary from sleep. It was adorable.
"You okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked softly, his hand cupping my ass. I kissed his nose.
"No, you were perfect." I said, stroking his cheek gently.
"Yeah, that was...unbelievable. God, I still can't believe it." He giggled, snuggling his face into my neck, his stubble tickling my skin.
"You need to shave, honey." I laughed. He rolled his eyes and rested his head on my chest, trailing his fingers across my smooth skin.
"I love you." He said simply. I kissed his head.
"I love you too." I replied. He shook his head, sitting up and balancing his weight on one arm.
"No, I mean like, I really love you. Not just in an 'I love you' kind of way, but in a 'fuck, I really fucking love you' kind of way. Does that make sense?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. I laughed and kissed his forehead.
"Not even a little bit. But you're beautiful so it's okay."
"Ah, I knew you were only with me for my looks." He teased, sliding back under the covers with me, his arms wrapping around my waist.
"No, it's for the bragging rights. I fucked the teacher, and all that." I joked. He snickered.
"That makes sense." He murmured with a small smile, pressing his lips to mine. As much as I wanted to kiss him, I couldn't deny that my mouth tasted fucking gross.
"Can I go brush my teeth?" I whispered.
"Yeah, of course. I think I've got a spare toothbrush under the sink." He said, kissing my jaw. I moved to the edge of the bed with the intention of getting up, but seeing him lying there, all adorable and sleepy made me slide back in. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and I kissed him.
"Maybe just a few more minutes." I sighed.
Eventually, though, we did get up and trudged to the kitchen for breakfast. Gerard walked behind me, his hands on my waist, occasionally kissing my neck.
"Do you guys ever stop?" Mikey groaned from the table and I blushed, remembering that we hadn't been exactly quiet last night. Gerard chuckled nervously.
"Sleep well, Mikes?" he asked. Mikey glared at him.
"Yeah, sure did, Daddy." He said coldly. Gerard blushed and laughed, scratching the back of his neck.
"Um. I don't-"
"Sorry." I cut in. Mikey looked just as annoyed with me, though there was a spark of amusement in his eyes.
