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“Heyyy, G…. I have a random thought…”
Gerard looks up from where you two are laying side by side in bed together after another show of the Long Live the Black Parade Tour. “Yes?”
You exaggeratedly tuck your hair behind your ears and pout, lower lip jutting out in feigned thought. “So like, your uniforms for the show are really cool.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, we wanted to update them from the old Black Parade ones so they have red and gold instead of silver. They’re specially made by a costume designer who works in Hollywood.”
You sidle your hand over to his and gently place it atop of his. “They look super good on you.”
Gerard flips his hand palm side up and intertwines his fingers with yours. “Thank you,” he responds with a little smile.
You fidget nervously with the drawstring on your sweats, quickly looking up at him and glancing away just as fast.
He narrows his eyes. “You didn’t bring up the uniforms just to compliment them, did you?”
You inhale deeply and spit out, “So I mean you do look really good in them but also like you look super hot in them… like actually really sexy… I’ve always had a thing for band uniforms like even way back in high school just the cut of the jacket and the bibs are really hot and don’t even get me started on the leather gloves you wear. I was just thinking what if maybe perhaps you could wear it just for me just once? And maybe we could like kiss a little with you wearing it? It doesn’t have to be a big thing you know I’m just saying maybe -“
“Hey. I got it.” Gerard brings your joined hands up to his mouth and kisses the back of your hand lightly. “I’ll be right back.” He hops off the hotel bed and walks over to the front door, undoing the chain and deadbolt and slipping out.
After several minutes, he comes back holding a large black garment bag. “Stay where you are,” he says, pointing at you and raising his eyebrows. You nod, hands clasped tightly in your lap. You gulp, hoping it’s not audible.
This time, it takes longer for Gerard to reemerge, but when he does, you definitely audibly gulp. He’s put on his uniform from the first part of their Long Live the Black Parade show - a black band jacket with golden bars connecting buttons across the chest and a gold chain around his shoulder, zipped to the neck. His straight legged black pants make him look longer and taller than he normally is, with the golden stripe with red trim running down the side of the pants accentuating the length of his legs. His black boots thud on the floor as he crosses the room to approach you, sitting nervously on the bed. He’s pulling on a leather glove still, tugging on the end of it with one already gloved hand. His face is lightly powdered with the white stage makeup he always wears during the first half of the show, complete with a few small fake scars across his cheekbones and dark makeup around his eyes. His hair isn’t slicked back like he does towards the latter half of the show, but rather messy and wavy, his gray hairs on full display.
When pulling on the glove with his hand doesn’t suffice, he resorts to using his teeth to tug it all the way down. You track his movements with wide eyes, struggling to control your breathing.
Once he finishes, he closes the distance between the two of you, standing right at the edge of the bed. He bends down slightly and tilts your chin up with a finger, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks softly, staring deeply into your eyes.
You’re too overwhelmed to do anything but nod.
Gerard gives you a grin, lips pressed together in what looks like something almost resembling smugness. “Now what would you like me to do?”
You gulp again. “Can I - can I kiss you?”
He answers by gently placing his lips on yours, his hand grabbing your chin to keep you in place. You melt into the kiss, lips moving languidly against each other. He bites your bottom lip softly, and you let out a whine. He pulls away from you, leaving a small trail of saliva when you two break apart.
“This might sound weird but… can I ask if we can do something?” you whisper. He raises an eyebrow, but nods for you to keep going.
Your gaze trails down to his hands. “Can you… can you-“ You grab one of his hands and place it directly atop your pussy, already throbbing with need. “Can you put your fingers in me with the gloves on?”
Gerard’s eyes widen at the request. “Are you sure? That seems like it might hurt. Or just feel weird and not actually good.”
You nod vigorously. “I just want to try it. I just think your hands look so hot in the gloves and I - I want them inside me.”
He leans down and kisses you for just a moment. “Of course, sweetheart. Just tell me if it doesn’t feel good and you want to stop.”
You nod, heart hammering in your chest as he sits down on the bed and swings his legs over you and under him so he’s kneeling in front of you. He lightly hooks his long fingers underneath the waistband of your sweats and slowly pulls them down, tossing them to the side once they’re off. Your underwear is on full display, already nearly soaked through from your arousal. He gives a small laugh and traces your slit with a finger, causing you to shudder.
“You’re this wet from seeing me in uniform and a little kissing? How cute.”
Gerard yanks your underwear down and throws them to the ground. He touches the outside of your core lightly, so lightly you’re not even sure he’s making contact. He runs his finger up and down your entrance.
“I’m going to go inside now, okay?”
You nod, gaze trained on his hand as he pushes two fingers inside of you. Your head falls back as you let out a low moan. “Oh… it’s so warm…”
He starts to slowly thrust his fingers in and out, dragging them along your slick walls. The feeling of the leather sliding in and out of you is better than you could’ve ever imagined. It’s warm, rough, but thick, filling you up and causing you to clench around him.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?” Gerard adjusts so he’s lying next to you, speaking softly into your ear. You clutch his arm hard, squeezing your eyes shut.
“A-amazing… Better than I thought…”
You open your eyes to watch his gloved fingers disappear inside you over and over again. He works the heel of his hand on your clit, grinding it in circles as you let out breathy little moans.
“Mm… G… I think I’m cl-close…”
“You’re doing so well, honey,” he whispers into your ear. “You love feeling me inside you like this, huh? The leather rubbing up and down your pussy like that?” He starts to move faster, the squelching sounds of leather coated with your slick filling up the room. He kisses up and down your jaw line, trailing down to the most sensitive parts of your neck, leaving bites all the way down to your collarbone that are sure to bruise later.
“Mmf… y-yes…! I-I’m coming…!” Gerard claps his other hand over your mouth as you come, your pussy clamping down on his fingers as he keeps thrusting through your orgasm. The musk of the leather fills your nose. You inhale sharply.
He smooths your hair back and gives you a peck on the cheek. “I’m going to need you to get ready for this next part, honey.”
You were still coming down from your high, barely registering anything except the loss of his fingers inside you. Before you could ask what he meant by that, he was pushing his cock up against your sensitive entrance. You jerk backward, still overstimulated from your orgasm.
“‘M still sensitive, G… be gentle…”
Gerard slowly pushes his head in between your folds. Lowering his head to yours, he whispers against your lips, “I know, sweetheart.” You groan as he slides his way inside, inch by inch, until he has fully bottomed out.
“Be g-gentle - aah!” You cry out as he pulls out an inch and thrusts inside, burying himself to the hilt. He grips your hips with enough force to bruise, yet the leather feels soft against your skin. His gloved hands dig into your hips, the hot leather sticking to your skin.
“You’re so tight around me… you feel so good, sweetheart,” he groans. You whine in response, the sensation too overwhelming to form coherent words.
He slides in and out of you at a steady rhythm, his hips canting up to meet yours. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, being all you could hear over your own whimpers and his constant stream of praise towards you.
“You look so pretty underneath me like this, honey… you sound so cute when I’m fucking you, huh? Let me hear how good I’m fucking you.”
Gerard’s hips were snapping at a relentless pace now. The sound of his cock squelching with your slick, pushing it in and out of you, was obscene, but only turns you on even more. You reach out a hand to run it down his chest, your fingers catching on the zipper of his band jacket. You quickly pull down the zipper and grab a strap of his bib underneath to pull him closer to you, smashing your lips against his. He shoves his tongue inside your mouth, while lightly grabbing your neck with his hand. You let go of his bib strap and it snaps back against his chest. Tangling your hands in his hair, you deepen the kiss, practically licking each others’ faces. When he pulls away, you turn your head to the side, suddenly too shy to look him in the eye. He grabs your chin and forcefully turns your head back to look at him.
His dark eye makeup has smudged slightly from the sweat and exertion. His hair is wild and messy from you running your hands through it, and his gray hairs are shining with sweat. His lips are red and kiss-bitten. His band jacket makes his frame look more broad than usual, and you can see his tummy pushing against the fabric of the bib. He catches you eating him up with your eyes, and he beams.
“You look so hot in your uniform, G,” you gasp, as he angles himself to hit even deeper inside you.
“Yeah? You like me fucking you in uniform when you’re fully naked?” He tilts his head back, looking down his nose at you. His hips slam into you faster, and you let out a high pitched moan as you feel his dick slide against your walls, coated with slick.
“Aah- y-yes…! Makes me feel so s-small…”
“So small and cute… you’re taking me so well, sweetheart,” Gerard groans. “I think I’m getting cl-close…”
“Come inside me, please,” you beg, wrapping your legs around him. He staggers a bit at the sudden closeness. Hovering over you now, his arms on either side of your body and caging you in, he leans down to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure, honey?”
“Yes, please…. I want to feel you in me…”
Gerard’s hips stutter as he groans your name into your ear, and you feel his release flood your insides. Raking your hands down his clothed back, you let out a low whine as you come with him. As he pulls out, the mixture leaks out of your pussy, and his dick is shiny with your combined fluids. You make to get up, but he pushes your head back down onto the pillow and straddles you further up your body so his cock is level with your mouth.
“Clean me up.”
As soon as you open your mouth, he shoves himself inside, and you gag. He cradles the back of your head with his hand. You stick out your tongue, rubbing it along the underside of his cock, as he thrusts into your mouth. You wrap your lips around him, doing your best to clean the fluids off his dick as he grabs a fistful of your hair and ruts into your mouth even harder.
“Ah, fuck… your tongue feels amazing, honey…” As Gerard slides in and out of your mouth, you moan around his cock, and the vibrations nearly make him dizzy. He pulls out completely, and a trail of saliva follows your tongue to the head of his dick.
“You cleaned me up so well, sweetheart.” He plants a kiss on the top of your head and tucks himself back into his pants. He positions himself behind you, throwing an arm over your side and a leg in between yours. His uniform feels soft and warm on your bare skin.
“You’re so fucking hot in that uniform, G,” you murmur, closing your eyes as his warmth envelops you.
He kisses the back of your neck. “I know.”