It's okay to love something a little too much, as long as it's real to you

If he goes i go. If i go he goes.

2004

"Are you getting drunk?" Bert asks, eyebrow raised curiously as he watched his boyfriend pour himself another small glass of wine. He really didn't understand why Gerard was pouring small glasses when he'd had already had three small glasses. Why didn't he just drink from the bottle?

"Maybe" Gerard avoids his gaze. "Is that problem?" He was moody for some reason. Well, there was a reason. Multiple. Bert had said his new shoes made his feet look stubby. It had been an indirect statement and his giggling face made Gerard take it badly or something. He wasn't sure. So now he's moody. That wasn't the main reason Gerard was being moody, some other shit Bert had done. So maybe it wasn't about the shoes...Bert wasn't sure and Gerard wasn't going to tell him, Such a girl. But Bert was slowly sliding back into Gerard's good books, but it was slowly.

"No. Not a problem" Bert snickers, "are you going to share?" He asks, sitting forward in the couch and licking his dry lips.
"Since when did you drink wine?" Gerard glared at him. He didn't want to fucking share. "I thought vodka and whiskey where more your tongues taste"
"Your ass is my tongues taste too" Bert giggles which caused Gerard to go from feeling sophisticated to look shocked and immediately start blushing so he had to look away. "-my tongue has lots of tastes it likes.." Bert adds to the flame. Gerard was still annoyed at Bert and he wouldn't let the greasy haired fucker know that he actually loves what just came out of that naughty mouth. "-Besides, you usually only drink beer so what's the difference?" Bert argues. "You just don't want to share the wine" he pouts and quickly joins Gerard on the sofa. Gerard huffs and inches himself away from Bert but Bert doesn't let Gerard crawl away that easily. He latched onto his boyfriends lap and crawled onto it. Sitting on him while Gerard complained about the wine in his hand sloshing around in the glass. "Bert!" Gerard huffed.
"Gerard." Bert copies, smiling sweetly and taking the bottle of wine and drinking from the actual bottle. Gerard glared a little more at his boyfriend, who sat his boney ass comfortably on his lap. "At least get a glass, babe" he pet name rolled off his tongue out of habit but it was too late to take it back. It annoyed Gerard his pet names had automatically become habit in his vocabulary around Bert.
"Does that mean your going to share?" Bert's eyes sparkled in excitement. "Shh" Gerard sighs, "get a glass"
"Did you just shh me?" Bert looks ecstatic for what ever reason. Why has that excited the man so much, Gerard's drunken brain couldn't figure it out, "cuz' your weird" Gerard slurs a little bit. He was beginning to like the warmth of Berts boney ass on his lap. His head was a little foggy and funny from the wine.

Gerard watched as Bert polished the last small glass full from the bottle. "Really?" He huffs. Glaring half heartedly at Bert. "I was enjoying that"
"Get some more" Bert shrugs. Passing Gerard the empty bottle. Gerard takes it. He doesn't really know why he takes the empty bottle but he does and it irritates him. "I haven't got anymore" Gerard whines. Letting his head fall back against the wall behind them. "You owe me"
"What do I owe you?" Bert spins around immediately on Gerard's lap. Looking at him intently. It made Gerard gulp as he held the stare with Bert. "Wine."
Bert looks disappointed. "Fucking wine?" He laughs. Pushing himself off Gerard's lap and doing a messy and chaotic rolly-polly off the couch and onto the floor, into the fridge and oven. "That hurt?" Gerard raised an eyebrow.
"What hurts?" Bert looks up at him from the floor. Sitting crossed legged as if all of it was planned.
"Never mind" Gerard shakes his head and leans on the table. "You still owe me"
"I owe you wine" Bert agrees. "What if I've got something better than wine?" Bert springs up and leans close to Gerard's face. Inches away. Gerard recoils back, giving Bert a light shove away. "I don't want anything else"
"Alright princess" Bert stands up and opens one of the cupboards. "WhatEvs"

As Bert reaches up  Gerard eyes fall on those skinny arms. There a little more toned now. Bert still a tiny little shit but he was toning out. Loosing that junkie weight and looking more healthy. It was nice to see. He licks his lips, they taste like whine but he was wondering if they should taste of something else now as he looked at Bert.