everywhere in the stars ( gerz )

7. Fuck Machine

(AN: WARNING: SMUT AT THE END !!)

Lindsey's POV:

The drone and hum of post-concert activity was starting to fade away.

Gerard did everything he could not to be too visible after my band, Mindless Self Indulgence, played. It's not that he didn't like meeting fans and taking pictures, that was arguably his favourite part, it was the people who came to our show just for him. He thought that was wrong.

"Hey," I said, grinning.

There was still a little bit of stage fatigue in my hips as I sauntered up to him, the door swinging behind me. He was waiting for me, sat cross-legged on the floor with a cup of coffee by his elbow, keeping a miniature pyramid of cigarette butts company. In his lap, a small sketch book.

His lips quirked into a smile, the kind you don't even have to think about. "You were fucking amazing out there!" He gushed.

Sometimes I felt shy around him. "Thanks, Gee." I said looking down.

I didn't waste any time draping myself across his lap, accidently dislodging his sketchbook and my foot barely missing the coffee on the way down. Grin still in place, I shifted and picked up his sketchbook.

"You mind?" I held it up to him, kissing his cheek.

"No, not at all." He enthused, kissing me back.

I opened the little book and was amazed. Even though the newest sketch hadn't really taken much form yet, just some rough lines, it was perfect. Perfect like him.

"So what's this? A zombie apocalypse? A vampire love story?" I giggled, leaning against his chest some more.

He shrugged. "I don't know." His chin was leaning on my shoulder, but I didn't mind. "I mean, I know it'll turn into something. Usually these things do, but I don't know yet."

"Well I think these are all pretty cool, these are amazing!" I practically squealed, flicking through the pages, the sharpie at the tips of my fingers leaving prints on some of the corners.

"You're too kind . . ." He blushed.

"You're so fucking good at this!" I said, as if I hadn't flattered him a thousand times before. "No, seriously, you are!"

Instead of answering, he pulled me into a tight hug. I pressed my face into his chest, taking a deep breath, the familiar scent of coffee and cigarettes filling my nose, mhmm. 

I could feel him laughing. "Asshole, fucking stop that and agree with me." I pretended to be angry but miserably failed, meeting his gaze and grinning again.

"No!" He playfully threw back as we laughed together.

I had almost forgotten about the sharpie in my pocket, placing the sketchbook on the ground again and reaching to pull his hair away from his neck. He was distracted enough by my fingers running through his hair to notice I was writing something on the nape of his neck.

"Stay very still . . ." I half-whispered.

I could tell he didn't want to fuck up what I was doing, but he couldn't keep from squirming and laughing under his breath.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Drawing." I said simply. "Fuck, I wish you could get tattoos, imagine all the amazing shit you could design for yourself."

"Yeah," Gerard had to concede a little, "I guess I've thought about it, but I really can't." He paused. "Just, fuckin' needles, man." He shivered a little at the thought.

My lips brushed against his ear. "That looks pretty good, actually."

He lifted one eyebrow. 

"I'm gonna cover you in all my art, I'm gonna make people think: what the fuck? He really had a sudden change of heart!" I laughed to myself.

"I don't know if I trust you . . ." He looked up at me dubiously. "What did you-"

I cut him off, kissing the tender part behind his ear.

"It's gorgeous, just like you." I whispered into his ear.

Blush was creeping into his cheeks again. "I fucking love you, Lindsey Ballato."

"Mhmm." I agreed. "Bus?"

He lifted one eyebrow. "Yours or mine?"

"Mine." I smirked.

He held my hand as I lead him to the bus. This is fine. Jimmy wouldn't care anyway, he would make fun of me anyway.

The door slammed shut behind up as we ran up the middle aisle to my bunk at the back, laughing and giggling the entire way.

His lips crashed against mine as we fell onto the bed. He moved on top of me, pulling away from my lips and aiming for my neck, making me gasp as he ran his hands up my shirt.

I quickly pulled off my jacket and wrapped my arms around his neck as he began to nibble on my pale skin. He pulled up the hem of my shirt and I went along with it, letting him pull it over my head, my black bra now visible to him.

His touch was electrifying, and I could feel my body spark whenever he ran his hands along my curves. My breathing was wild. My heart sounded wild. My brain was going wild. He pulled off his shirt and kissed my stomach, I'm guessing he enjoyed watching me melt under his gentle touch.

My breathing was shaky and Gerard lightly tugged at my skirt, I nodded, letting him slip it off and toss it to the floor. I had to help him take my fishnets off, and he thanked me by sensually kissing my hipbones, almost near my black panties. 

I closed my eyes and made a sound like a whimper, and I felt his smirk against me as he took his pants off and continued to kiss me, gently biting and tugging at the lace of my panties. I felt my heart lurch and I looked around the bunks.

"Wait, check under Jimmy's mattress." I said, my voice shaky. "That one, there." I pointed.

Gerard lifted the mattress with no problem.

"There was a entire strip of these under there, who the hell is this guy?" He smiled crookedly.

"Little Jimmy Urine." I winked. 

Gerard smirked and gently tore the condom open, removing his boxers. I took off my panties as he slipped it on and moved his lips onto mine as he spread open my legs to enter me slowly. I felt myself moan into the kiss, and it came out muffled.

He slowly picked up the pace as his tongue explored my mouth. He moved deeper and deeper with each stroke and I could feel myself getting to my point.

Gee noticed this and and pulled away for a split second to breathe. He put his lips back to mine and out tongues danced as I felt myself climax, my moans still muffled as Gerard hummed, reaching his point, too. 

He pulled away, panting and breathing heavily , so was I. 

"I love you, Lindsey." He spoke, brushing his lips against mine as I replied.

"I love you too, Gee." He smiled and pulled out.