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Good night Kitten
By nordic.nymph

 


Disclaimer: I do not own either of the Way brothers, which has brought me great disappointment in my life. This probably never happened but that's what imaginations are for.

P.O.V. Gerard

"I hate it when we can't be together." His eyes are so soft and beautiful boring away through me. "I wish we could just hold each other until time stopped."

"Baby your lips make the time stop." It's corny I know, but it makes him smile like you wouldn't believe. We're cuddled up on the couch in my apartment fully clothed much to my dismay and I'm twirling his honey locks through my fingers. "Stop the clocks for me..." He presses his lips to mine and I let the collision take me over. "I love you so much kitten." I've started calling him that 'cause of the way he licks my neck, and sometimes he'll purr in his sleep. Not like snoring, but a soft quiet pleasant sound. Like a kitten.

"I love you too Gee." Lips collide and I feel the faint brush of his tongue on my lips as he asks for entrance. I open up to him and his tongue enters my mouth, sliding over my own, hollowing out my insides and filling me with that floating feeling. My hands glide to the hem of his shirt, lifting in slightly to caress his skin. He's soft, the tiny little golden hairs covering him remind me of peaches. But he's softer than peaches. Softer than anything. Like rose petals, almost, but softer still. He makes silk feel like sandpaper.

I love the way he pushes his tongue against mine. Like he's testing the waters. And he smells so good! Like lilac and chamomile mixed with his own scent. Our kiss slows as a lack of air is brought to our attention and lips part softly before brushing against one another a last time as if in apology for ending such sweetness.

"Tickle." He says and I try, but his shirt is too tight and in the way. "Here." He says and sits up to pull the bothersome thing over his head. He cuddles into me closely and I tickle his back, lightly brushing my fingers along his soft skin. It puzzles me at how this pleases him, the feeling of dozens of little bugs, crawling on you, but he says it feels good and relaxes him, so I do it until my arms get tired, because I love him. I kiss his neck lightly then trail my lips down along his shoulder.

"I love you Mikey." I whisper to him, and he returns the gesture in his own sweet way, kissing my neck and adding a murmured 'I love you too Gee' in that gentle voice of his. Then his little kitten licks follow, his tongue darting out to quickly lap at my skin before he nipped at it. I love the lite pleasure of his sharp little teeth, sending a quick surge of ice through every vein in my body. It gives me some weird reminder that I'm alive and my senses are working perfectly.

I continued tickling him, feeling his muscles twitch below my fingers, telling me I'm doing a good job. He doesn't do it on purpose but he told me it feels good when they twitch so I try day in and day out to figure out how to do it perfectly and I've nearly perfected my technique. I listen to him breath, the soothing rise and fall of his chest in perfect rhythm and soon my own breaths match his. Gradually his breaths become more shallow and that little purring sound fills my ears. I stop tickling and look down at his pale form, his eyes closed and his hair in his face, and I brush away a few strands before taking off his glasses. He looks so cute and peaceful when he's sleeping, and I'd leave him like that, but why sleep on a crowded couch when there's a nice big bed in the other room?

"Mikey...Micheal..." I poke his side gently but he doesn't stir from his slumber. "OH MY GOD Michael FIRE!!!" Startled he jumps and would fall off the couch if I wasn't holding onto him.

"QUICK CALL 911!"

"Shh shhh shh....it's okay Mikey." He calmed down and I feel bad for tricking him, but it worked, even if he is looking at me with anger.

"What the hell did you do that for?"

"You were falling asleep. Sorry..." He lays his head back down on my chest and sighs. "C'mon lets go to bed." I suggested and placed a chaste on his for head.

"I don't wanna get up." He wined.

"Want me to carry you?" He's taller than I am but I'm stronger and he doesn't way a thing. He nods and I set up as he lifts his weight off me. Turning in my lap he places his arms around my neck, while I put mine around his back and under his legs. Standing up is the hardest part, but once up he doesn't weigh more than a feather. I laid him on the bed to take my t-shirt off and he turns over on his back, shutting his eyes. "Micheal...It might be a bit uncomfy to sleep in jeans don't you think?" I have to laugh at him. Poor baby's so sleepy.

"I'm to tired." He says and I finish taking off my jeans before moving to undo his. He's not too keen on moving so it proved to be a bit difficult, but I manage, holding his hips and kissing his belly before pulling the heavy quilt over him. I cautiously crawl over him, careful not to squish him and then crawl under the blanket with him. We wrap our arms around each other and he throws a leg over my hip in a full body hug; warm skin on warm skin and the flutterbies in my chest. I have no idea why we bought a king sized bed since we only use about a third of it. He kisses my lips, soft and sweet before burying his face into my neck and I lightly tickle him with the hand that's resting at the small of his back. "Good night Gee."

"Good night kitten."

 

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