Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Liar (It Takes One to Know One)	By : LadyRevenge Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2094 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
"Come on. Let's go back inside." Gerard led me by the hand back into the bus. Bob and Mikey were still playing their game. Gerard rolled his eyes at me and I snickered under my breath. He motioned to the back bedroom with a quick flick of his head and I silently nodded, smiling. We walked by the guys, who didn't even seem to notice us and closed the bedroom door behind us. I sat on the bed and lay back, sighing loudly as I relaxed. Gerard turned the television on and found FUSE. The video for "Graduation Day" by Head Automatica was on.

"I did back up vocals on this song," he said, sitting down beside me.

"Really? That's cool!" I knew it sounded cliché to react that way, but I didn't really know anything else to say. "I love their music."

"Yeah. Head Automatica is a great band. Really nice guys." I folded my arms under my head and looked up at Gerard. I smiled as he nodded along with the beat of the song and softly sang the harmony. He was just too adorable for words. He got sillier and started thrashing his head side to side, his long black tresses flinging into his face and away again. I giggled and pushed him on the arm.

"You're such a nut." He toppled over onto the bed next to me and laughed. He pulled a pillow down from the top of the bed and stuffed it under his head.

"Can I have one please?" I asked, looking up at him.

"You can share mine if you want," he grinned, waggling his brows at me with an evil little gaze. I smirked, but scooted up and lay my head beside his.

"See? It's not so bad." He looked over at me and then down at my mouth.

"I know. I never thought it would be."

"Yes you did. You wanted your own pillow."

"Yeah I did. But you're sharing yours with me, so I don't need one now. In fact, that means we can use the other ones for something else." Gerard raised an eyebrow and frowned at me, confused.

"What?" he asked.

"This!" I snatched another pillow and whacked him in the head with it. He burst into giggles and turned away from me onto his side. I hit him again on the shoulder, and then he counterattacked with another pillow, smacking me right in the stomach. I laughed aloud and squealed as I took another shot at him.

"Oh it's on now!" Gerard exclaimed, getting to his knees and taking a pillow in each hand. I saw him coming though, and rolled over and sat up defensively on my knees. "You sneak!" he said, coming at me again, flailing his pillow-armed hands in front of him like a windmill. I swung at the same time and caught him in the side of the face. He faked being hit really hard and grunted as he fell flat on his stomach and gasped. He lay still, pretending to be knocked out. I crawled over beside him and wailed on his back with a pillow. He turned over, grabbed me around both my thighs and pulled me down over him. I squealed as I lost my balance and dropped my pillow on the floor. He started tickling my stomach, and I wriggled in his arms trying to escape. It did me no good. His grip was too strong. I screamed with laughter and twisted and turned as hard as I could to try and free myself. Nothing was working, so I decided to fight fire with fire. I tickled him on his left side and he howled and bucked up against my body, which was laying perpendicular atop his. It was working. He loosened his grip on me and I was able to turn so my head was over his and try to get off the bed. But when I strattled his waist and tried to push myself up and off the bed, he grabbed my arms and pulled me down to him. Our noses were touching slightly and we were both out of breath.

"That was too much fun," he breathed, moving a long strand of my hair out of my face.

"Mmmhmm," I nodded, smiling down at him. He was just too beautiful to stand. It should have been very illegal for him to be that hot. Sparks shot through my veins every time I looked at him. It was an incredible feeling. "So why are we stopping?" He smirked and put his hands on my shoulders. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. But instead he pushed me over onto the bed beside him and whacked me with a pillow. I giggled as I held my hands up to block it. He got on his knees again and continued beating me playfully with the pillow. I managed to snatch it away from him and roll over and up to my knees too.

"Whatcha gonna do now Mr. Man?" I sarcastically exclaimed, taunting him with the pillow and sticking my tongue out goofily. He got on all fours and wrinkled up his nose, scratched at the bed and snorted like a bull about to attack. It was purely coincidental that the pillowcases were a deep red. As he charged at me, I shrieked and jumped backwards off the bed. He got to the edge in front of me and reared up on his knees. He grabbed me and pulled me into him. I tried to whack him again with the pillow, but he blocked me and pulled it easily out of my hand, tossing it on the bed. He laced his fingers with mine and pulled my arms down to my sides. He leaned up and kissed me; hard, controlling and passionately. I was a little shocked at first, but settled into it with a growing hunger. His kisses were white hot and fierce, and I could have stayed there kissing him forever. But he broke away suddenly and backed up some.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I was puzzled.

"What? Why not?"

"Because you said you felt we were moving too fast. But I just can't seem to control myself when I'm around you. It's crazy." He shook his head and sat down on his butt, contemplating his thoughts. I knew in that moment that he was what I wanted and that I had made up my mind a lot faster than I thought I would. But when he said he couldn't control himself when he was around me really hit home. It was how I felt around him, and even though we had just met, the animal magnetism we had shared so far spoke louder to me than any "getting to know you" words ever could. There was plenty of time to get to know him in other ways, but at that moment all I wanted was to get to know him in a sexual way. Before I knew what I had done, I had pushed him back on the bed and strattled his waist again. He looked up at me in such shock, I almost laughed out loud.

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching me as I began to pull his shirt up over his head.

"Following my heart.” He sat forward and grabbed me around the waist. He pushed me over and onto my back and climbed on top of me. I spread my legs wide and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me deeply again as his hands crept under my shirt and over my voluptuous breasts. I moaned and pressed upwards into his body more. Our lips were afire with heat and passion, and each of Gerard's hungry nips at my mouth was driving me nearer to the edge. My hands tangled themselves in his hair. Nothing was going to stop me from whatever was about to happen between us. I would go anywhere and do anything he wanted me to. I was his to own and control. But then there was a knock at the door. Gerard was busy kissing my neck when it came, and his head shot up and his wide eyes stared into my own.

"Was that a knock?" he asked. I nodded, holding my breath. It rang out again. Gerard rolled his eyes and dropped his head onto my chest, sighing.

"Come in," he said, his voice muffled by my cleavage. We quickly sat up like we weren't about to fuck each other's brains out. The door opened and Frank poked his head in.

"Hey," he said. Gerard was running his hand through his hair and hugging a pillow to his lap, hiding what was, to his chagrin, interrupted from being unsheathed from its restraints.

"'Sup Frank?" Frank came in and sat on the edge of the bed. He laced his fingers together, rested his elbows on his knees and hung his head down to stare at the floor.

"Adam just stabbed a roadie in the throat. The cops are searching the grounds for him and the paramedics are working on the guy." My eyes flew open wide and my stomach lurched. I almost threw up right there on the bed. Gerard looked at me with concern in his eyes.

"Oh shit," I said, unable to control my trembling bottom lip as I fought back a fury of tears. I got up and went into the living room. Frank and Gerard followed me.

"Jordyn? I don't think you should go outside." I turned to look at Frank, who was shaking his head at me. I glared at him, but as my gaze flickered to Gerard, I saw how scared he looked. I took a deep breath and thought twice about what I wanted to do. I knew Frank was only looking out for me, so I really couldn't be upset at him for that. I sat down hard on the sofa chair. Bob and Mikey had stopped their game.

"Where's Ray?" Gerard asked.

"He's still over in Saosin's bus. They were the ones who told us. I..." Frank trailed off. I looked up at him, a tear streaming down my cheek. "Umm, I just came back to let you know. Maybe I shouldn't have even told you." I wiped my tear away and looked down at the floor. Frank felt really bad, but I didn't want him to. He didn't do anything wrong. I was crying because, well, my ex had just possibly murdered someone and there was no telling what would happen next. And I was scared because they hadn't found him yet. He could be anywhere. Everyone was in danger I felt.

"I would have found out eventually," I sniffed, trying to control my tears.

"Well, I should go back over to..." Gerard suddenly interrupted Frank.

"Hell no! I don't think anyone should go outside until Adam is caught. He's obviously insane as hell."

"I'm not afraid of him, Gerard." Frank gave Gerard a "fuck you" look.

"I'm sure that roadie wasn't either," I added, getting up and looking out the window. I could see police car lights flashing from behind a white tent in the distance. A couple of cops were walking between the buses, shining their flashlights underneath them and continuing on out of my view. I just knew I was in the middle of some horrid nightmare and would wake up any minute. Gerard saw how shaken I looked, and he appeared at my side with an ashtray. I looked down at it and then up at him.

"We don't always smoke outside." He gave me a sweet smile and handed me his pack of cigarettes.

"Thanks," I smiled, taking the ashtray and smokes from him and sitting back down in the sofa chair. Gerard sat by me on the sofa and lit a cigarette the same time I did. Frank gave up without an argument and joined us.

"Well, I'm going to lay down. Let me know if they catch him." Bob gave us a wave and headed back to the bunks. I leaned back in my chair and sighed as I ran my hand through my hair. I twirled my cigarette around in the ashtray, not really smoking at all. I was too upset. Some time passed before anyone even spoke. We could hear dogs barking outside.
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Liar (It Takes One to Know One)