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Smile like a saint, curse like a sailor	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1705 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Smile like a saint, curse like a sailor
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Okay, so, I know what you're thinking right now.
What the fuck is she doing putting ANOTHER story on here.....
Well, hear me out! This is a one-shot deal, so you don't have to agonize about updates or anything like that....
I was inspired by another author's story about what she wished had happened after the MCR show she went to. So, because I just saw MCR at the beginning of this month, I thought I'd do one of those. Although hers involves seeing Gerard and Frankie get it on, and mine is just Gerard and a female character *cough, cough, not me, cough, cough* getting it on.
Plus, I just really felt like writing some smutty-smut-smut-smut.
So, This is how I wish MY evening with MCR had ended.....and I know I'm not the only one who wishes that this happened to them, cause I know you do, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this! HA! I win!
xo nadine :)
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DISCLAIMER: If I said that the proceeding events were true, it would be a lie. Sadly, I have never actually met Gerard Way. But a girl can dream, can't she?
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I walked out of the stadium, a sheen comprised of a combination of mine and other people's sweat, grime, and smoke coating me like a second skin. I must have looked like a wreck, eyeliner smudged, damp strands of sweaty hair plastered to my face, cheeks flushed from the heat of the building and the 2 hour long cardio routine I just had. I felt absolutely disgusting. And I couldn't have been happier.
I found my friends waiting for me by the exit, and I met up with them, laughing about how So-and-so was crowd surfing, how Frankie had almost knocked himself out with the mic stand, and how Gerard had been wearing what appeared to be a g-string type contraption made out of electrical tape over top of his pants.
"I can't believe how much he says 'fuck'!" Sheryl commented, laughing, as the four of us linked arms and made our way outside, everyone looking over my shoulder to see the pictures that I had managed to get.
"Yeah," Erin started. "I mean, you read it in interviews and concert reviews and shit, but when he's like actually right there, in front of you, it's fucking intense man!" I shook my head, laughing along with the rest of my friends, and we giggled and squealed our way through the parking lot, feeling the kind of school-girlish delight that I'm sure the mostly underage patrons at the concert that night must have felt. I was on a pleasure high, my body and mind refusing to stop thinking about what I had just seen. It had been one of the best concerts I could recall, and I was no concert amateur.
We found my friend's car, despite the dense fog, and all got in, tired and sweaty and fucking starving. We hadn't eaten before the concert, being too nauseated by excitement for it, so it was decided that we just had to go to one of the many 99 cent pizza parlours downtown.
We drove around aimlessly downtown until we found one that appeared to be to our satisfaction, and all piled out of the car. The little bell rung as we opened the door and entered the tiny joint, looking around to find that the walls were dark green, accented by red borders, with random art scattered around. It kind of reminded me of Christmas, and I laughed as we walked up to the counter and ordered.
The door chime ran a few more times before we sat down with our pizzas and drinks. Seems that we weren't the only ones hungry at midnight on a saturday night. We chattered away, bringing out the digital camera, once again, to drool over the pictures we'd gotten.
"Oh my God, I fucking love this picture!" squealed Tristan, as she saw the one of Gerard grabbing his crotch. (A/N: You all know what I'm talking about, when he goes all "I'm so hot right now" and fucking just grabs on to his package? And sorry guys, but sadly no, I don't actually have a picture of it....even though he did it like three times.....waaaaaah......)
"Oh God, I know, it was so fucking hot!!!!" I grabbed the camera from her, and looked at it again. "I mean, it's fucking GERARD WAY, and everything that man does is just so hot right now." They giggled as pretended to lick the camera, and that started the "How much do I want to have sex with Gerard right now?" conversation.
"Okay, but guys, seriously, COME ON! Who isn't thinking about fucking Gerard after seeing him on that stage, all strutting around, and grabbing his package and stuff? He was asking for it, if you ask me!" Sheryl rolled her eyes and groaned and as I started going off.
"Yeah, right! If Gerard came up to you right now, you'd turn into a blubbering mess, and you know it. As if you could even work up the nerve to ask him for a hug, let alone a peep show!" She piped up with her usual sarcastic banter.
"Yeah, but if he came up and was all like 'Bend over, baby,' you think I'd be like 'eww no!' and run away?! It's Gerard fucking Way! Fuck, I don't even care, I just want to see it. I mean, he's got to be pretty stacked." I continued, and we all laughed loudly, banging our hands on the table, and holding our stomachs.
"You girls have some pretty dirty, filthy, gutter minds going on there, don't you?" came a voice from above us. We all stopped laughing as one, and looked up at the guy standing by our little table. Or rather, guys. Five of them. Five hot guys.
"Uh...." Tristan offered as a stunning icebreaker, while the rest of us just stood there, slack-jawed, our eyes bugging out of our heads. I couldn't fucking believe what I was seeing. Of all the fucking pizza places....?
"Oh, sorry, maybe I should introduce myself." He reached out a hand, and I could see the sparkle of laughter hidden behind his intensely green eyes. "Gerard fucking Way." Well, don't I feel like a fucking dumbass....
We all reached out in turn as those five guys we loved so much introduced themselves to us one at a time and we mechanically shook their hands and nodded along. They proceeded to pull a table up next to ours and sit with us. I wanted to slap myself in the face to make sure I was actually awake and not having some hellishly realistic dream that I'd wake up from and wished I hadn't.
"So, you guys liked the show I take it?" He started, obviously trying to start a conversation. We nodded, and I spoke up, knowing that they all expected me to take the lead, as me and my big mouth were the reason we had gotten into this, ahem, situation in the first place.
"Yeah, it was really just amazing, like you don't even know how much we loved it!"
"Well, I think I heard enough from the other side of the store..." He trailed off giving me a wink and a knowing look. I blushed fiercely, will myself to shrink until I was invisible so I could get away from him and his shit-eating grin; the one that showed off every single one of his small, perfectly straight, child-like teeth.
That seemed to do the trick, and all of us started laughing.
An hour later, and back at the stadium, we found ourselves on MCR's tour bus. Their fucking bus! They invited us to come back and play video games with them, and like the nerds we are, of course we said we'd love to!
I couldn't help but stare at the commodities they had; a huge tv, a kitchen, bathroom, bunks, and a recording studio to boot. "You guys sure know how to tour in style!"
"Well, it sure beats the fuck out of the van we used to have!" Gerard laughed, and showed us around, until we were sitting in front of the tv, watching Bob and Ray square off against Sheryl and Tristan in a game of Mario Party 4. Erin had wandered off somewhere in the back of the bus with Mikey and Frankie (A/N: HOTT!). That's when Gerard decided that he was dying for a cigarette. Coincidentally I was too, and we exited the bus in the pursuit of a nicotine fix.
"You know, you guys really were amazing tonight." I said, trying to make up for my embarassment at the pizza place. He laughed it off, and shrugged at me.

"No, Gerard, I mean, it! I've seen a lot of bands, but you guys just, I don't know....you guys just have something. It just....works so well....."He lifted an eyebrow. "Ah, I don't know...."
Note to self: learn how to shut the fuck up.
"Are you sure that unexplainable magnestism that we have isn't due to the fact that you have a gigantic fucking crush on me?"
Oh God, he said the c word, he brought it up already....
"Oh....uh....could be I guess....ha ha ha....." I laughed nervously, and shrugged, puffing furiously on my cigarette as he sat down beside me on the cement parking block.
"Hey, come on, it's a joke!" He pushed my shoulder playfully, and I knew he could tell I was uncomfortable, and I thought it was cute that he was trying to make me feel less stupid. But it didn't really help.
"No, it's okay, I deserve it. And I mean, obviously it's true. Well, you heard me in there!"
He laughed, giggled really, his teeth showing through his wide pink mouth, and it hit me right in the gut.
I wonder what he tastes like.
"Yeah, I'm not going to lie to you, I'm pretty sure everyone within a fucking 2 mile radius did..." He turned to look at me, and my breath almost caught in my throat as his eyes met mine. God, I wanted to look away, I was so nervous looking into his eyes, but I just couldn't drag my stare away from him.
"Sorry about that....I'm not a very quiet person...." I said, ironically, rather quietly.
His face seemed to move closer to mine, and I could feel his breath on my cheek. Closer, closer, until his lips were inches away from mine.
"Well, fuck, you know, that's not necessarily a bad thing, being loud....it actually is very appropriate in some situations...."
I stood up, and started pacing slowling, nervously trying to change the subject.
"So, you say fuck a lot, don't you? I mean, I thought that maybe it was just a 'Gerard-the-lead-singer-of-My-Chemical-Romance kind of thing, like a stage persona, or something, but I actually think that you just really like to swear." I was rambling. I knew I sounded like an idiot, but I had no clue what to do.
He stood up beside me, and started moving towards me, closing in with each step. "I don't say fuck that much. And you're rambling." His hand slowly reached out and grabbed my upper arm, pulling me towards him.
Oh God, what to do...Gerard Way is touching me......Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuckholy fu-
I stopped thinking the second his lips hit mine.
I'm sure my whole body locked with the shock of it, only to shudder seconds later when I realized that, yes, he was in fact kissing me. And still trying to redeem myself, I decided it was probably in my best interests to kiss him back. Like I wasn't going to, or something?
I felt his tongue snake its way into my mouth, and I granted it access, adding to the kiss myself, and impulsively wrapping my arms around his shoulders. His arms moved around my waist, and I felt little goosebumps raise all over my body from his touch. His hands were warm on my lower back, and I leaned into him to extend the kiss.
He moved down to my neck, planting little sucky-bitey kissing all along my jawbone. I knew they were going to leave marks, but like I fucking cared. I was making out with Gerard Way! At least I'd have proof.
He suddenly parted from me, and I sucked in air like I'd never drew breath before. I was already so affected by one kiss, I'm sure my face was a million shades of pink. His arms stayed around my waist, so I didn't remove mine from his neck. Instead I twirled my index finger around a strand of his messy black hair, twisting it and untwisting it repeatedly. There was only one thing that I wanted to do at that moment, and I knew that if I passed this up I would kick my own ass for the rest of my life.
I stepped a few steps back, I gritted my teeth, and spoke into the silence. "Is it wrong that I really want to fuck you right now?"
Oh shit, did I just say that?
He didn't say anything for a minute, like he was deep in thought. When he did, his voice sounded like razor wire, or a grater, strained and deep, the kind of voice you always read about in those horrible romance novels. It oozed the restraint that he was employing to not tear me to shreds at that moment. "Well, fuck. If it is, then we're both going to hell, Sugar."
"So you really say that? It's not just a thing you put in your songs?" I giggled a little as he moved closer to me, a predatory gleam in his eye.
"What?" he breathed into my ear, "Sugar?"
I nodded, and my eyes almost went crossed as I struggled to pull them away from his perfect pink lips that parted as he drew each breath.
"Yeah, I really say that." And then his lips were on mine again, sucking and nibbling on them. His arms wrapped around my waist again, and I didn't protest when he pushed me into a phone booth in the shadows behind us.
He was immediately against me, and he backed me up to the wall of it, pressing his entire body against mine. I could feel every inch of him, but not as much as I wanted to, and how I wanted to. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him against me even tighter. He realized what I was doing, and suddenly ground his hips, hard, right into mine. I moaned softly as I felt him getting harder the more he thrust against me. But I wanted better than that. I unwound one of my arms from around his neck, and forced it between our bodies. I trailed it down his chest, moving down, down, down until I reached the fly of his pants. I let out a little moan at what I found there.
"Is it as big as you expected, Sugar?" He whispered into my ear, and I knew he was teasing me, by calling me that. But I didn't mind, not really, and I had other things on my mind....I started to rub against the growing hard-on, and because how close our bodies were pressed together, touching him meant touching myself too.
"God, you're fucking hard, aren't you?" I moaned into his ear as I squeezed my hand around his length.
He pushed back a bit.
"Well, what? You expect me to be this close to you and not have a fucking hard on? I'm pretty sure it's been there since I saw you in the pizza parlour."
Instead of some witty retort about how it's not my fault that he can't control his body parts, I used that hand I had twisted into his hair to pull him back to my mouth.
I decided right then that I didn't like this whole "pants" idea and I moved my other hand to his fly. He moved his hand down between us, and grabbed my wrist, stopping it from completing its mission. I couldn't help the pout that formed on my lips as he pulled my hand away, and pulled it back up to circle his neck again.
"Oh, no, Sugar, I can't have you going and doing that." Seeing my pout he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it gently until I was moaning again. "You keep touching me like that, and I'll be all used up in less than five minutes." His hand moved back down to where mine had been, and he started touching me the way I had just been touching him.

"And I'm not done with you yet." He growled, looking into my eyes, and I thought my knees were going to buckle on the spot.
I was so glad that I'd decided to wear a skirt, and I arched against him when his hand moved under it, trailing up against my inner thigh, resting where I was desperate for his touch. His hand stopped moving and stayed still.

"God, you're fucking wet, aren't you?" He teased, and I pushed back, embarrassed as hell even though his hand stayed where it was.
"Gerard, that's not fair," I had barely panted out, and he started moving his hand against me. His other hand moved from around my waist, found its way under my shirt and bra to my left breast, and started massaging my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I couldn't take much more, I thought, and I started to grind myself against his hand. He started moving it, to my relief, his fingers pushing into the fabric of my underwear, rubbing in all the right places. Within minutes I felt like my body was going to explode, and then suddenly he stopped. I pressed myself harder against him, whimpering as his other hand moved to my right breast, teasing me in the same way.
I couldn't take this. He was torturing me to death.
"Gerard, don't tease..." My mouth opened wide and a gasp escaped my lips as he pushed my panties aside and brushed me with his fingers. I brought his lips to mine, bruising them in the process, almost crying in relief for the contact.
His fingers moved up and down against me, and I shuddered when he slowly thrust one finger, and then another into me. His thumb found my clit, and he rubbed it as he slid his fingers in and out. My hips bucked, and I could barely keep myself upright, my legs were shaking so badly.

"Gerard, I won't be able to hold out much longer!" I whined.

"Please, for the love of fucking God, just fuck me already!"
His free hand moved down to his pants, and the sound of the fly being unzipped was barely audible above our laboured breathing. He lifted me up with one arm, keeping his fingers moving inside me, and with one motion removed his fingers, replacing them with his rock hard length.
I moaned, and arched against him, my body shuddering around his length. The feeling of him inside me was so excruitatingly incredible I found it difficult to think straight.
"Okay, before I start, there's just one thing. Remember when I said that being loud is good sometimes?" I barely managed to nod, my body was so on fire, and I couldn't stop concentrating on how good he felt inside me.
"This is definitely one of those times." I didn't think it was possible for me to be more wet than I was, but I guess I was wrong.
I nodded again, my head rolling forward to rest on his shoulder as he started moving in and out of me. He didn't start slow, or work his way up, he just went hard and heavy from the get go. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I let myself expel a loud cry as he leaned forward, and roughly pushed me against the wall.
"Oh, Jesus fuck," he moaned as he started pumping into me. Everytime he thrust in, my back hit the wall harder, and he used one hand to push my shirt up my torso, pushing up my bra as well, to expose my peaked nipples. He attacked first one, then the other with his mouth, biting down hard and making me cry out again.
"Oh, fuck, Gerard..." I moaned loudly as he sucked on my neck. I raked my fingernails up and down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. He moaned against my skin, and bit down, almost drawing blood. Another mark to enjoy in the morning...
"So.....fucking.......tight...." He grunted, speeding up even more, hitting me harder and hard with every thrust. I could feel the impending release in the pit of my stomach, my body suddenly becoming so hot, as I exploded. I felt like my body was on fire, like I'd just been stuck with thousands of pins and needles. I screamed and I felt my body go slack as I came.
"FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!" I heard him grunt out in equal volume as he released inside me. I leaned forward, resting my head against his chest as he let me slide down the wall of the phone booth. He wrapped his arms around me, and I could feel his lungs expanding and contracting with every heavy breath he took.
I don't know how long we stood there, revelling in the afterglow of our moment, but being me, I just couldn't help opening my big fat mouth.

"So, you really do say fuck a lot don't you?"
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