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Shelly's Wish	By : Mordeo Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1437 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Two updates in one night! What could have caused this? Thank Little_Miss_Disaster. Her reviews saved my life, and her stories have made me all happyful tonight, so this smutfilled chapter is dedicated to her. Enjoy! (and Review, pretty please!)

After dinner, and after Ray had been elected to clean the dishes up, they headed to bed, which proved to be a little problematic. The bunks really weren’t made to hold two people, and there were two extras. Bert played the gentleman and gave Bam his bunk, taking the couch in the back room, and Shelly used the table, which converted into a bed. It took a few hours, but eventually everyone was asleep. Except Shelly. And, judging by the light coming from under the door to the back room, Bert wasn’t asleep either.

Shelly pulled out the ice cream, a couple of spoons, and the alcohol, and tapped lightly on the door. Bert opened it a few seconds later, and Shelly held up her peace offering.

They closed the door behind them and Bert hastily turned off the show he’d been watching, which seemed to focus mainly on barely of age girls nervously removing their tops on camera.

“So, why were you pretending to sleep this afternoon?” Shelly asked.

“Because then Gee wouldn’t know about this.” Bert said, sighing and tapping the glass bottle on the box before them.

“Ah.” Shelly said, digging her spoon into the ice cream. As she removed the spoon from her mouth, Bert’s lips closed over her own, and his tongue pushed its way in.

Then he pushed a whole, frozen cherry into her mouth.

“Wh--?” she started as he broke the kiss, but he put a finger to her lips to shut her up.

“I took your cherry, so I thought I’d offer you mine.” Shelly blushed, and she swallowed.

Bert laughed.

“You are still so naive.” He said, running his fingers over her breasts almost idly.

“And if I remember right, you and Bam and Gerard had a little fun without me the other day.”

“We were just- I was…” Bert shook his head and took away her spoon, setting it inside of the bucket of ice cream.

“No excuses. My turn.” He kissed her full on the lips as he began undoing the button on her jeans. She moved her head a little, not used to his slight amount of facial hair.

He pulled her under wear out, reaching his hand inside. He pushed her nether lips apart with a single finger, brushing the side of her clit as he explored her folds, making her shiver. She spread her legs further. He smiled and let her come up for air, dropping off the couch and onto his knees before her, pulling off her jeans and underwear completely. Then he stood and pulled off his pajama bottoms, letting her remove her top. He grabbed one of the spoons out of the container of ice cream behind him, and pressed its rounded back against the entrance to her pussy. She yelped, her hand popping up to muffle it, and the other reaching down to remove the torturous device. Bert caught that hand and held it.

“Bert, that’s cold! Stop it!” Shelly whispered loudly. Bert grinned and took away the spoon, licking it off before pulling the other spoon out of the ice cream, full of the pink and brown goo. He pulled Shelly closer to him, making her hunch down on the sofa, most of her ass hanging off of it. Then, he spread the ice cream onto her stomach, letting it slowly melt before he licked it off. Then his tongue followed the trickle of melted liquid down and into her pubic hairs. But he didn’t stop there, licking her clit with motions that were at once both deliciously bold and stimulating, and very timid and shy, as though he wasn’t sure what she’d allow. She reached down for his head, but he pulled away.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his eyes flicking back and forth, trying to read hers.

“How drunk are you?” she asked, giggling and reaching out to him. He grabbed her hands gently and lowered them.

“I’m serious. Do you trust me?” He seemed nervous, and Shelly took a breath, smoothing the hair out of her face.

“Well, you hit me with a limo, took me back to your motel room, got me drunk, fucked me, blew up a microwave, and then ended me up in jail. Do I trust you?” She asked sharply, and he winced. Then her voice softened. “Completely. Just be careful, okay?”

Bert looked like someone had just given him a puppy for Christmas. He opened up the box currently serving as a coffee table and pulled out a black and white striped tie. He wrapped the tie around Shelly’s head, covering her eyes. Then he kissed her, his hands on her face and hair, pulling gently, tugging, rubbing, and just touching her.

He released her suddenly, and she sighed. He finished undressing them both, then pulled Shelly’s legs up and sat them on the table behind him. She slumped so that her feet rested more comfortably there, and such a position brought her to a perfect level for giving head. Bert guided his cock to her lips, and Shelly opened her mouth obligingly. She put her hands first on his hips, then on his ass, attempting to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t move. Just the head was in her mouth, and Shelly wasn’t quite sure what to do. She licked the very center, where his small slit was beginning to ooze precum, and he shivered a little. Shelly rubbed her tongue in the groove just behind his head, and got a jerk from his hips. After Shelly played with him a bit more, sucking, blowing, and licking, he pulled away. He lifted Shelly’s legs up, pushed his cock just barely inside her entrance, and then slammed the rest of the way into her. She cried out, and Bert stopped.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, quietly concerned.

“A little, but it felt good. Do it again?” He smiled, leaned down, kissed her, then did it again. And again. As she orgasmed, Shelly grabbed his strong forearms, and he raised her legs higher, pulling her further down on the couch and pushing her knees further apart. He pushed into her and she squeezed her thigh muscles around him. He let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and lost his rhythm momentarily, fucking her in earnest before slowing, then stopping, trying to get a hold of himself. She smiled, imagining the look on his face, and tightened the same muscles again. He groaned this time, and gave up his losing battle, letting the only rhythm become their matching heartbeats. He cried out as he felt the orgasm take him, and still he thrust into her. He began slowing, and then he finally stopped and collapsed next to her on the couch. It was at least five more minutes before Shelly even took off the blindfold. When she did, she found Bert sitting beside her in his pajama bottoms, cradling the tub of ice cream in his lap, with two new spoons stuck in it. He held his spoon up, a full frozen cherry balanced precariously on the tip.

“Cherry?” He asked.

o0o

Gerard rolled out of bed the next morning with dark circles under his eyes. He glared evilly at Frank and Mikey, who were talking over breakfast at the table.

“You guys think you were loud enough last night?” he asked, searching the cupboard for instant coffee.

Behind him, Mikey and Shelly both blushed, shot sideways glances at each other, and burst out laughing. Soon everyone was laughing, except Gerard.

“Damn it, it’s too fucking early for this shit.” He staggered to the front of the bus and asked the driver to stop at the next Starbucks. Then he walked past the suddenly silent crew, grabbed some random clothes, and went into the bathroom, pulling the sliding door shut behind him. Shelly listened for a lock, but didn’t hear one.

“He’s none too worried about privacy, I see.” Bam said, hiding his grin under his hand.

“It’s just a bus rule we have. If you’re in the shower, you leave the door unlocked so someone else can piss, or brush their teeth, or whatever.” Ray said, trying to fill them in a little.

“I see.” Shelly said thoughtfully. “Do you guys normally knock before you go in?”

“Nah. We’re pretty relaxed about that kind of thing.” Bob said.

“M’kay. You guys finish your omelets. I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“But Gee’s in there!” Mikey said as she was leaving.

“That’s kinda the point, babe.” Frank said, nuzzling his ear. Mikey’s brow wrinkled, then cleared, and he blushed.

“Oh.”

“Not the shiniest crayon in the tool shed, is he?” Bert asked. Bam groaned.

“Gee’s right. It is WAY too early in the morning for this.”

o0o

Shelly pulled the door open quietly, then shut and locked it behind her. The click was soft; she didn’t think Gee could have heard it. She heard him exhale noisily as the water dripped over his lips. She stripped and peeked in behind the shower curtain. He was standing in the water with his eyes closed, his head tilted back, with the water running through his hair and down his face. She stepped silently into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind her. She knelt before him, and Gee didn’t even know she was there until her tongue ran up the inside of his thigh. He jumped.

“Holy shit!”

“Sorry. Did I surprise you?” she asked, pouting playfully.

“To early for this, Shelly dearest.” He muttered, despite his growing erection.

Shelly noticed it, though, being at the perfect level.

“Somehow, I doubt that.” She said, pulling his head into her mouth with a muffled popping noise. Gee pulled her forward with him as he leaned back against the wall of the shower. She followed, never breaking eye contact as she woke him up in the surest way he knew. He sank to his knees, forcing Shelly to bend lower, and she did, finally ending up with Gee sitting up in the tub with Shelly straddling him. She lowered herself onto his shaft, just as a very red faced Frankie knocked at the thin bathroom door.

“Driver says we’re here!” he yelled, before retreating quickly. Gerard let out a string of curses that would make a harpy blush, and sighed, raking a hand through his hair.

“C’mon, get dressed. We’ll finish this later.” Shelly said, turning the water all the way to cold, and hopping out of the shower.

“Fucking tease. Too early for this shit.” Gerard mumbled mutinously from behind the curtain, letting the cold water do its work. Shelly giggled as she dressed, then left the bathroom quietly. Gerard got out, pulled on the one pair of pants he’d brought in, looked angrily at the other pair, as though expecting it to magically transform into a shirt from his sheer will power alone, and left the bathroom. He grabbed underwear and a shirt and opened the door to the back room, intending to get dressed in some semi-privacy, only to stumble onto a scene he really didn’t need to see just then.

“Gerard! Um, hey, do you, you know, mind?” Ray asked, his hair doing wonders to hide Bob’s prick, which, up until Gerard’s invasion, had been in heaven, or, more correctly, Ray’s mouth.

“Hey, sorry guys, I’ll um, leave you to it.” Gerard said, turning quickly and going back into the bathroom to finish dressing, this time locking the door behind him.

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