I woke up to the sound of music pouring into Gerard's open bedroom door, accompanied by the comforting and always welcome smell of fresh coffee and bacon. I sat up, grinning, and stretched, my body aching from the night before.
As much as sex on a rooftop was romantic, it wasn't necessarily the most comfortable place to make love. I chewed my lip, smiling at the memory. Of course, last night had been one of the best nights of my entire life. It was things like that that were going to carry me through University, and through the three long years of very little contact with my love.
I slid out of bed, grunting at the dull ache in my thighs as I considered this. Three years was, of course, a long time. It was longer than I'd even known Gerard for, and the prospect of spending the majority of that time away from him was unwelcome, at the very least. I didn't doubt for a moment, of course, that we'd stay together. Who else could I ever possibly want? Last night had proven that. I chewed my lip, pulling a pair of Gerard's sweatpants over my legs.
I didn't think he was avoiding talking about his proposal, but I believed that he was almost trying to act like it didn't happen. I was sure if I brought it up, we'd discuss it, but I wasn't entirely sure that I was ready for that conversation.
I'd marry him in a minute; that much I was certain of. I just wasn't sure if it was the right minute yet.
My stomach growled as a reminder that an empty stomach wasn't the best thing to have when trying to make important life decisions, and I found my legs almost carrying themselves out of the room and downstairs, into the kitchen.
The sight that met me was enough to make me forget everything I'd just been thinking about, a grin stretching across my face.
Mikey was sitting at the table, trying to eat his toast and ignore his older brother. The older brother in question was wiggling around with an apron wrapped around him, wearing only his boxers, singing loudly to the song on the radio.
A song I recognized.
"Dude, is this Cher?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Gerard spun around, smiling dazzlingly and making my heart squeeze in my chest.
"You know it, baby." He said, turning back to the bacon sizzling in the pan. I laughed, moving to lean on the counter next to where he was cooking.
"Y'know, you had a dick in your ass last night, like, we actually fucked, and this is still the gayest thing I've ever seen." I laughed. Mikey groaned and tried harder to ignore us. Gerard raised his eyebrows, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.
"We didn't fuck, sugar, we made love. And it was lovely." He purred, kissing me softly. I smiled against his lips, running a hand through his hair.
"Mm. It was, wasn't it?" I hummed. He rocked me gently side-to-side in a sort of awkward dance.
"It was. I can't stop thinking about it – about you. God." He sighed, cupping my cheek.
"I'm very in love with you." I beamed, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his forehead.
"I'm very in love with you too." He chuckled.
"I'm very going to kill myself." Mikey snapped.
Gee unwrapped himself from me and walked over, wrapping his arms around Mikey's shoulders and kissing him affectionately on the head.
"Aw, come on little brother." He giggled. Mikey leaned back into the hug, but his face stayed in his annoyed glower.
"You two sicken me."
"Yeah, you love us though." Gee smiled into Mikey's hair. Mikey sighed and patted Gerard on the arm.
"You're alright I guess." He smirked. Gerard kissed him on the head again and turned his attention back to the bacon, sliding it on a plate with toast and handing it to me with a cup of coffee and a light kiss on my cheek.
