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He's at a party, he thinks. He thinks he remembers showing up with the rest of the band, to a party somewhere, at someone's house. Someone who knew someone who knew someone else who knew Mikey.
Gerard giggles to himself. That was a lot of someones. He stumbles, grunting and leaning against a fence, or maybe it's a wall. His vision blurs a little, he can't really tell.
Fuck, all he had was a few beers. And probably a few shots, he can't really remember that much either. He's pretty sure him and Frank did a few body shots off of a pretty girl together. Yeah, that was fun. He definitely remembers that.
He swallows thickly as he leans heavily against the fence-wall, all the alcohol mixing horribly in his stomach. He's about to straighten back up and maybe try and find some crackers, when he slams right into someone.
"Oh! Shit, Gee, there you are! Why're you hanging out by the shed?"
Gerard looks up, blinking a little. He squints his eyes before he grins brightly. "Bert!" He laughs. "Hey, hi. Where am I? Shed?"
Bert snorts a little and nods, ruffling Gerard's greasy hair. "Yeah, man. Shed. Here, you look like you could use another beer."
Yeah, that sounds right. He could use another beer, couldn't he?
Gerard nods and takes the lukewarm bottle from Bert, chugging the equally warm liquid down. "Eugh," he complains, and Bert laughs. He tries to hand it back but loses sight of Bert, instead just dropping it to the plush grass beneath his feet.
"C'mon, maybe you should sit for a bit, man," Bert suggests, guiding Gerard by the shoulders to sit in the grass, leaning against the wall of the shed. "There," he nods.
"There," Gerard repeats, his stomach rolling unpleasantly. "Bleugh, I feel like shit."
"Mm, probably all that booze, Gee," Bert murmurs, gently running his fingers through Gerard's greasy hair. "Just rest for a bit, try and sweat it out."
Gerard blinks and shakes his head, sure that's not how it works. He's pretty sure he needs some water but he's too out of it to really argue the point further. He groans sadly, leaning on Bert heavily, his face smushed against Bert's crotch.
"Oh," Bert breathes. "Okay. If this is more comfortable."
Gerard laughs lightly, his breath fanning against Bert's jeans. "Bert," he tries, clinging to Bert's jeans and trying to straighten himself back up. "Bert, Bert, lemme- Lemme suck you off," he requests, his hands shaking and fumbling with Bert's belt and jeans, his blurry vision making things way more difficult.
"You sure you wanna do that right now? Don't need you puking on my cock." Gerard shivers at that and Bert snorts. "Course. Shoulda known you'd like that. Fine, then. Go ahead, Gee. You puke, though? I'm not cleaning it up."
"'course, yeah," Gerard nods, barely listening and definitely not paying attention to what Bert is actually saying to him. He paws at Bert's jeans, struggling with the buckled belt and the hooked button. Bert snorts and takes pity on him, quickly undoing his belt and popping open the button on his jeans, slowly dragging the zipper down.
"There you go," he murmurs. "Enjoy."
Gerard does, eagerly tugging Bert's boxers down just enough to free his cock, moaning heavily as he finally wraps his lips around the flushed head.
"Shit, Gee," Bert laughs breathlessly, tugging lightly at Gerard's greasy locks. "Fuck, feels good," he moans, his head tipping back as Gerard draws more of his length past his lips.
Gerard looks up at him through his lashes, smiling with Bert's cock still in his mouth.
"Stop making that face," Bert snorts, pressing Gerard's head down to take more of his cock.
Gerard whines a little but complies, struggling a little with swallowing and ending up drooling as he starts bobbing his head, one of his hands reaching up to stroke the inches he can't take.
"There you go," Bert breathes out. "Fuck, good boy."
Gerard's bobs of his head and jerks of his wrist are a bit sloppy from his intoxicated state, but Bert is at the point of touring where any pleasure is good pleasure, no matter how uncoordinated it may be. He helps Gerard out a little, keeping his head steady with his hand in his hair, and slowly pumping his hips to help Gerard keep an easy rhythm.
"Keep going, Gee," Bert murmurs, watching as Gerard moans and whines on his cock, gagging a little when he takes too much down his throat. "Gonna cum soon, gonna swallow it all, yeah?"
Gerard hums around Bert's cock, watching as the other singer shivers from the vibrations. He wants to be good for Bert, wants to make him cum and swallow it all. He looks up at Bert with his watery, dilated eyes, trying to convey all of this to Bert without any words.
Bert just grins and nods, his hand clutching the back of Gerard's head as he starts to roughly fuck into Gerard's mouth now. Gerard kneels there open and pliant, his arms by his sides and his head tilted up so Bert can easily use his mouth. Gerard is moaning together with him, his own cock twitching in his jeans as he humps blinding against nothing but the cold air. Bert uses him like a toy and it makes Gerard feel warm and fuzzy, his mind empty and replaced with nothing but keeping Bert pleasured.
He grips Bert's jeans, moaning and whining and gagging as Bert fucks into his throat, the sound of the two loud within the serene backyard. Gerard is an absolute mess on his knees beneath him and it drives Bert crazy, his face flushed and his heart pounding in his throat.
Gerard's jaw goes slack and Bert's cock is threatening against the back of his throat, teasing agaisnt his gag reflex. Bert grips the back of Gerard's head tightly and Gerard's eyes widen as his hips move faster, slightly worried Bert really is going to make him gag and puke on his cock.
Luckily, Bert's cumming a few more thrusts later, Gerard's throat flexing as the other singer grunts and he feels his hot cum painting his tongue and throat. He whines a little, eyes watering as he struggles to swallow around Bert's cock and ultimately making a mess of drool and cum on his lips and chin.
Bert pulls his softening cock free, tucking himself back into his jeans without a care of the mess. Gerard immediately starts coughing, face going red as he struggles to catch his breath.
Bert pats him on the back a few times before holding a hand out for him. "C'mon, let's go get you another drink."