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"Okay, what's your favourite colour?"
"Blue! Next!"

Mikey had been doing this for nearly ten minutes now, going through pointless questions to test my memory. I was pretty sure I'd made a pretty convincing case, but apparently not.

"Biggest fear?" He was leaning forward, staring me right in the eyes.
"Spiders." I shuddered as the word left my mouth. Just the thought freaked me out.
"When did you lose your virginity?"
I tapped the side of my nose with a smirk.
"Don't try and catch me out, I've never told you that!"
"Fuck." He smacked his fist on the table as he realised his plan had been foiled.
"When's your birthday?" Ray asked. I rolled my eyes and held up my hands, showing off my 'Halloween' tattoo.
"Come on, I knew that yesterday!"
"Okay, when's my birthday?" He challenged.
I thought for a long second.
"Not a fucking clue."
"Yeah, he's back to normal." He folded his arms with a sigh.
I grinned up at him. He was right. I felt normal again. No, that wasn't right. I didn't feel normal, I felt so much better than normal, because I had Gerard. After all this time wanting him, telling myself that I didn't deserve him, I could finally call him my own.

Well, I guess that's a poor choice of words. I couldn't say anything about it actually, we had decided that it would be better for both of us if it was a secret. And so much more fun.

"So how'd it happen?" More questions from Mikey.
"What do you mean?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, after this morning's antics I had been left physically exhausted, couldn't he just let it lie for five minutes?
"Well what were you doing that made you remember?"
My cheeks paled.
"Uh…" I shot a look at Gerard. I had hoped he would help me out, but he was just looking at the floor and blushing like a schoolgirl. "I wasn't really doing anything…" I prayed Mikey would believe me.
"Right…" He gave me a sceptical look, but said no more about it. "Well, I'm beat. All this excitement has tired me out." He stood up and stretched. "I'll see you guys in the morning."
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna hit the sack too." Ray stood up as Mikey left the room. "Night Gee, night Frank." He ruffled my hair. "I'm glad you're okay, midget."
"Thanks fro-man." I gave him a bright smile, which he returned before disappearing upstairs.

There was a moment's silence between me and Gerard. He eventually tore his gaze away from the floor to look at me. When his eyes met mine, I felt my cheeks flush. How are his eyes that gorgeous? I mean seriously, with eyes like that looking at you how's a guy supposed to concentrate?

"So, uh." He cleared his throat. "You want to, uh…"
"Like you wouldn't believe." I said, standing up and kissing him hard. I felt his lips curve into a smile and his body relax. It felt like he was still unsure as to whether I really wanted to be with him. Taking his hands in mine, I vowed that, that night, I was going to clear his mind of any and all doubts he might have had about my feelings for him.

*

We knelt together on his bed, our bodies pressed together as close as possible. I pulled him in tightly. My hands held the back of his neck, so that my thumbs could stroke the soft spot behind his ear as I kissed him slowly. When we had done this in the past, it had been in a tangled rush, impatient and desperate, hands clawing at each other's clothes, teeth sinking into flesh, panting and growling like wild animals. Tonight was going to be different. I wanted to go slow, to take the time to be passionate. I didn't just want to have sex with him; I wanted to make love to him.

I gently began to lean forward, until he was forced to sink down so that instead of kneeling up, he had to change to a half sitting position. I crawled up his body until we were face to face again. I tenderly pressed my lips against his, wanting to truly savour the way he tasted. He seemed to be aware of the pace I was trying to set, as his hands were lingering on my jeans, his cold fingers wrapped around the waistline, almost reluctant to take them off. So I was going to be in charge was I? Oh excellent.

My hands slipped down to his knees. I gave a short tug, pulling him slightly towards me. Obediently, he lay down flat on the bed and as he did I ran my hands up his body. My fingers tangled in his shirt on their way, pulling it up over his head. I pulled my own shirt off and tossing it to the side I lay down so that once again our lips could meet in a steady kiss.

I felt him rolling his hips up against mine, and I let out a soft moan in pleasure. God that felt good. If he carried on like that I was going to struggle to keep my patience. His hands began to work up my body, and I felt my control slipping as his fingers glided over the weak spot on my ribs. I let out a short, high pitched giggle, as once again his fingers tickled my skin, and just like the night before it wasn't long until I was moaning like a wanton whore.

His ice cold fingers traced a line down the side of my body, making a circular motion at my hips. It was driving me insane with lust. I broke the kiss and sat up so that I was straddled across his body. I snapped my belt open and before I'd even got my jeans off I felt his hands around me. My palms rested at either side of his body, my body doubled over as I sat on top of him, my eyes shut tight because I just knew he was smirking at the way he had made me respond. It was so unfair. Here I was trying to be all romantic and he goes and ruins it with those incredible hands of his.

No, I wasn't going to stand for this. I reluctantly took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands away from my body. I accidentally let a small whimper escape my lips as I did; my body was at war with itself. At the moment, the hopeless romantic was winning, but I was sure the wild animal wouldn't stay down for long. Still holding his wrists, I leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips. I brought his hands up and positioned them behind my neck, and while he was busy with battling against my tongue I started to work his jeans off. I was pretty sure he didn't notice until he was totally naked, the look of surprise on his face was a picture.

I sat up again, and taking a deep breath I lined our bodies up. I felt his body shudder under mine and a low groan rumbled from his throat. The further I lowered myself, the louder the moans got, from both of us. I was still sore from this morning, but it didn't take me nearly as long to get used to the feeling. As I had predicted, my self control was beginning to fade.

All it took was one look into Gerard's lust filled eyes and that was enough to tip me over the edge. With a short cry of pain I dropped the final distance in one short movement. Without a second's hesitation I reversed the movement, going faster this time. Within a minute we were both panting out cries for more, desperately trying to satisfy each other's needs. Gerard's hands had found their way back to me and were moving in time with the thrusts, each one slightly more violent than the last as we both approached the climax.

In what can only be described as a fucking mess, we both exploded with strangled shouts of ecstasy, not even caring if Mikey or Ray heard. I collapsed onto him, and he rolled me off him, onto my side so that he could hug me close and pull the covers up over us.

"That was…" He mumbled.
"I know…" I breathed as I huddled close into his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, and I realised I was dripping with sweat under all of this hair. It needed cutting soon. I looked up and saw that Gerard was obviously thinking the same thing about his own, because he was holding it out from his head so that he could look at it. I smiled as I noticed that his cheeks were as hot red as his hair colour.
"Thinking of cutting it?"
He nodded slowly.
"It needs re-dyeing as well." He said thoughtfully.
"What colour you going for this time?" I asked, thinking back on all the colours he'd already been through, feeling a strange warmth stirring in the pit of my stomach as I thought about all the memories that were mine once again.
"I'm thinking blue." He tilted his head and looked at me. "What do you think?"
I snuggled into a comfortable position, resting my head on his chest with a sigh as I closed my eyes.
"I always liked it black." I said sleepily. I felt him chuckle.
"Black it is." He whispered softly as I drifted off to sleep.

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"Okay, what's your favourite colour?"
"Blue! Next!"

Mikey had been doing this for nearly ten minutes now, going through pointless questions to test my memory. I was pretty sure I'd made a pretty convincing case, but apparently not.

"Biggest fear?" He was leaning forward, staring me right in the eyes.
"Spiders." I shuddered as the word left my mouth. Just the thought freaked me out.
"When did you lose your virginity?"
I tapped the side of my nose with a smirk.
"Don't try and catch me out, I've never told you that!"
"Fuck." He smacked his fist on the table as he realised his plan had been foiled.
"When's your birthday?" Ray asked. I rolled my eyes and held up my hands, showing off my 'Halloween' tattoo.
"Come on, I knew that yesterday!"
"Okay, when's my birthday?" He challenged.
I thought for a long second.
"Not a fucking clue."
"Yeah, he's back to normal." He folded his arms with a sigh.
I grinned up at him. He was right. I felt normal again. No, that wasn't right. I didn't feel normal, I felt so much better than normal, because I had Gerard. After all this time wanting him, telling myself that I didn't deserve him, I could finally call him my own.

Well, I guess that's a poor choice of words. I couldn't say anything about it actually, we had decided that it would be better for both of us if it was a secret. And so much more fun.

"So how'd it happen?" More questions from Mikey.
"What do you mean?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, after this morning's antics I had been left physically exhausted, couldn't he just let it lie for five minutes?
"Well what were you doing that made you remember?"
My cheeks paled.
"Uh…" I shot a look at Gerard. I had hoped he would help me out, but he was just looking at the floor and blushing like a schoolgirl. "I wasn't really doing anything…" I prayed Mikey would believe me.
"Right…" He gave me a sceptical look, but said no more about it. "Well, I'm beat. All this excitement has tired me out." He stood up and stretched. "I'll see you guys in the morning."
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna hit the sack too." Ray stood up as Mikey left the room. "Night Gee, night Frank." He ruffled my hair. "I'm glad you're okay, midget."
"Thanks fro-man." I gave him a bright smile, which he returned before disappearing upstairs.

There was a moment's silence between me and Gerard. He eventually tore his gaze away from the floor to look at me. When his eyes met mine, I felt my cheeks flush. How are his eyes that gorgeous? I mean seriously, with eyes like that looking at you how's a guy supposed to concentrate?

"So, uh." He cleared his throat. "You want to, uh…"
"Like you wouldn't believe." I said, standing up and kissing him hard. I felt his lips curve into a smile and his body relax. It felt like he was still unsure as to whether I really wanted to be with him. Taking his hands in mine, I vowed that, that night, I was going to clear his mind of any and all doubts he might have had about my feelings for him.

*

We knelt together on his bed, our bodies pressed together as close as possible. I pulled him in tightly. My hands held the back of his neck, so that my thumbs could stroke the soft spot behind his ear as I kissed him slowly. When we had done this in the past, it had been in a tangled rush, impatient and desperate, hands clawing at each other's clothes, teeth sinking into flesh, panting and growling like wild animals. Tonight was going to be different. I wanted to go slow, to take the time to be passionate. I didn't just want to have sex with him; I wanted to make love to him.

I gently began to lean forward, until he was forced to sink down so that instead of kneeling up, he had to change to a half sitting position. I crawled up his body until we were face to face again. I tenderly pressed my lips against his, wanting to truly savour the way he tasted. He seemed to be aware of the pace I was trying to set, as his hands were lingering on my jeans, his cold fingers wrapped around the waistline, almost reluctant to take them off. So I was going to be in charge was I? Oh excellent.

My hands slipped down to his knees. I gave a short tug, pulling him slightly towards me. Obediently, he lay down flat on the bed and as he did I ran my hands up his body. My fingers tangled in his shirt on their way, pulling it up over his head. I pulled my own shirt off and tossing it to the side I lay down so that once again our lips could meet in a steady kiss.

I felt him rolling his hips up against mine, and I let out a soft moan in pleasure. God that felt good. If he carried on like that I was going to struggle to keep my patience. His hands began to work up my body, and I felt my control slipping as his fingers glided over the weak spot on my ribs. I let out a short, high pitched giggle, as once again his fingers tickled my skin, and just like the night before it wasn't long until I was moaning like a wanton whore.

His ice cold fingers traced a line down the side of my body, making a circular motion at my hips. It was driving me insane with lust. I broke the kiss and sat up so that I was straddled across his body. I snapped my belt open and before I'd even got my jeans off I felt his hands around me. My palms rested at either side of his body, my body doubled over as I sat on top of him, my eyes shut tight because I just knew he was smirking at the way he had made me respond. It was so unfair. Here I was trying to be all romantic and he goes and ruins it with those incredible hands of his.

No, I wasn't going to stand for this. I reluctantly took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands away from my body. I accidentally let a small whimper escape my lips as I did; my body was at war with itself. At the moment, the hopeless romantic was winning, but I was sure the wild animal wouldn't stay down for long. Still holding his wrists, I leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips. I brought his hands up and positioned them behind my neck, and while he was busy with battling against my tongue I started to work his jeans off. I was pretty sure he didn't notice until he was totally naked, the look of surprise on his face was a picture.

I sat up again, and taking a deep breath I lined our bodies up. I felt his body shudder under mine and a low groan rumbled from his throat. The further I lowered myself, the louder the moans got, from both of us. I was still sore from this morning, but it didn't take me nearly as long to get used to the feeling. As I had predicted, my self control was beginning to fade.

All it took was one look into Gerard's lust filled eyes and that was enough to tip me over the edge. With a short cry of pain I dropped the final distance in one short movement. Without a second's hesitation I reversed the movement, going faster this time. Within a minute we were both panting out cries for more, desperately trying to satisfy each other's needs. Gerard's hands had found their way back to me and were moving in time with the thrusts, each one slightly more violent than the last as we both approached the climax.

In what can only be described as a fucking mess, we both exploded with strangled shouts of ecstasy, not even caring if Mikey or Ray heard. I collapsed onto him, and he rolled me off him, onto my side so that he could hug me close and pull the covers up over us.

"That was…" He mumbled.
"I know…" I breathed as I huddled close into his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, and I realised I was dripping with sweat under all of this hair. It needed cutting soon. I looked up and saw that Gerard was obviously thinking the same thing about his own, because he was holding it out from his head so that he could look at it. I smiled as I noticed that his cheeks were as hot red as his hair colour.
"Thinking of cutting it?"
He nodded slowly.
"It needs re-dyeing as well." He said thoughtfully.
"What colour you going for this time?" I asked, thinking back on all the colours he'd already been through, feeling a strange warmth stirring in the pit of my stomach as I thought about all the memories that were mine once again.
"I'm thinking blue." He tilted his head and looked at me. "What do you think?"
I snuggled into a comfortable position, resting my head on his chest with a sigh as I closed my eyes.
"I always liked it black." I said sleepily. I felt him chuckle.
"Black it is." He whispered softly as I drifted off to sleep.