Disclaimer: None of this is true in ANY way. No offense is meant to anyone included in this story. It's all fiction. I'm a compulsive liar and a wishful thinker. This is what I do with it all.

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Bert would never get tired of it. Granted, he went to the same diner every day. He would always order the same thing. A grilled chicken sandwhich, fries, and a Pepsi. Day in and day out. After a while, it began to lose it's taste. But Bert didn't care. He came for one reason and one reason only.

The idle conversation usually taking place between customer and server didn't vary. The pleasantries were always exchanged, be it a "Welcome," or "How's your meal?" or "Can I get you anything else?" It never changed. Bert lived for seeing him every day.

Gerard.

Bert saw him everyday. He knew nothing of the slightly mysterious Gerard Way, but he saw him every day at noon. And sometimes in town. Bert would smile shyly. He wasn't very open with his feelings but he couldn't help that he became undone and his hormones became that of a thirteen year old girl reading a romance simply when Gerard smiled at him.

They knew absolutely nothing about each other. But it didn't matter. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. Just... Quiet. Smiles were exchanged, nods here and there. Bert would catch Gerard singing along to Iron Maiden while he was at a stop sign, sunglasses on, the top of his car down. Bert would always walk. He liked the fresh air, sun on his face. Besides, he could go at his own pace. Shop if he wanted to, sit down when he felt like it.

Gerard was opposite Bert in a couple ways. He liked things fast. A job that was less than fast just wouldn't suit. But it was easier than trying to find a new one. His job wasn't as bad as he thought. He worked at a little diner every day from ten to six or eleven to seven. It payed well and the tips were always nice.

Besides the fact that he needed money, there was another reason why he looked forward to work every day. Another reason why he always made sure his hair was smooth and in place, his eyeliner flawless, his clothes clean. He didn't know his name, but Gerard knew his type. And his mystery man was it. Tall with dark unruly hair and crystal blue eyes, a few days worth of stubble on the man's chin. Perfect.

Gerard had always thought himself outgoing but he couldn't even bring himself to ask the man his name or anything. Gerard would see him on the sidewalk as he drove by. He would either be walking or skateboarding. Just taking his time as if he didn't have anything else to do. It almost irked Gerard.

Gerard loved the other man's voice. Rough but smooth. And his hands. The man had amazing hands. Large with long, slender fingers. Calloused as if he had been playing guitar for years. His lips were pale but full, slowly curling into a smile every now and then, rarely directed at Gerard.

Gerard Way was no longer in the closet. He was out. Openly gay. He loved men. He loved the cock. He wasn't ashamed. Hell, he made out with guys in public because he knew a lot of people were homophobic. Even if he had just broken up with his boyfriend. When he caught Frank making out with his brother, Mikey, he was mad. And he guessed that the suggestion or offer of a threesome was too incestuous for Mikey and Frank was just creeped out. Turned on, but creeped out.

Bert was less than sure of his sexuality. He liked women and had dated plenty of them. But then there was Quinn. His long time best friend from high school to whom he had more than "just friends" feelings towards. They dated for a while. Bert had fallen for him hard. Almost a classic story. Best friends who had fallen in love. They had a great thing going for a year or two. Best friends means I pulled the trigger. Best friends means you get what you deserve. In the end, they just broke up. Still best friends. Just no sex. Nothing really had changed.

Which was one reason why he was really...intrigued by Gerard. He felt his cheeks flush whenever Geard was near. And it co-incided with the butterflies in his stomach. Hazel eyes met crystal and his heart turned a somersault. It wasn't like Bert.

Friday. Always an interesting day. Bert's favorite day of the week for some reason. He always stayed longer on Friday's. It was the longest day and the busiest. There was something about seeing Gerard running behind the counter, making sure that everyone had what they needed, sweat running down the back of his neck... Bert got the strangest urge to lick it off.

Bert had always wanted to talk more to Gerard. But he couldn't. And there he was on the next Friday. He walked into the diner, takign his sunglasses off. He had taken Quinn's old Iron Maiden shirt from him, even if he didn't like them. His cargo's were baggy over the top of his old Chucks, his hair still an unruly mess. He hadn't shaved in three or four days. He was going to talk to him today.

Bert sat down at his usual stool, tapping his fingers briefly on the marble countertop. A strand of hair fell into his face and he reached up, pushing itout of the way. He didn't bother with a menu. His clear blue eyes followed Gerard as he walked behind the counter.

Gerard saw him come in, almost dropping a plate in the process. The Iron Maiden shirt was tight, accenting the muscles in his arms, his baggy pants concealing what Gerard desperately wanted to see. He watched his mystery man sit down. When his hair fell into his face, Gerard's breath caught in his throat. He mentally slapped himself and told himself to remain calm. Gerard decided that he wasn't going to be his boring old self anymore. H ewas going to make a change for once and talk to him.

Taking a deep breath, Gerard walked over to where his mystery man sat. A small smile came across his lips. "Same thing as always?" he asked.

Bert smiled. "Yeah. Am I that predictable?"

Gerard shook his head, his words flowing easily. "Normally I'd say no. But you've been getting the same thing, every day, for the past couple weeks," he blushed as he said it.

"That's true. I'm Bert. McCracken. Bert McCracken," he smiled slightly at his insolence as he introduced himself somewhat awkwardly and he held out his hand.

Gerard took it, shaking Bert's hand. At the first instant of skin meeting skin, Gerard felt a jolt sear through his body, making his face flush. "Uh... I'm-- I'm Gerard. Gerard Way," he stuttered.

"Nice to meet you," Bert said sincerely.

"Same. I'll go put your order in. It should be ready soon because it's a slow Friday for once," he said before walking back over to the kitchen.

Bert leaned over the counter, his eyes glued to Gerard's ass as he walked away. He couldn't help but smile. Gerard turned slightly, smiling himself when he caught Bert staring at his ass. Oh, yeah, Gerard thought, handing the chef the little order sheet. He turned and walked back over to where Bert was sitting patiently. This is going to be very interesting...pI'm sorry," Bert flushed when he apologized to Gerard.

Gerard rested his arms on the counter and leaned over, smirking at Bert. "For?"

"Staring at your ass," Bert blushed even more.

"Don't be. Did you get a nice view?" Gerard asked, leaning closer and raising an eyebrow.

Bert shifted in his seat, his erection beginning to stir. "I have to run to the bathroom really quick," he said quickly before practically running to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Bert gripped the sink basin in his hands, his knuckles turning white in the process. He shut his eyes, trying to think of anything but Gerard. Cold showers, innocent puppies being drowned, Gerard pressing his naked body against his own in the shower, abortion, tsunami victims, terrorism, Gerard lying naked beneath him with sweat rolling down his chest, Spam, computer viruses, George W. Bush... Nothing was helping.

Gerard watched Bert run into the bathroom. He tossed his towel down and told the cook that he'd be back in five minutes and he followed Bert into the restroom. He saw Bert gripping the sink, his head falling forward. His reflection showed a bulge in his pants and Gerard smiled. Perfect, he thought. Tonight is going to be quite fun and satisfying...

Gerard walked over to Bert, wrapping one arm around the man's stomach. He trailed the other hand to Bert's erection. Resting his head on Bert's shoulder, he watched his blue eyes open and widen before he sucked in a deep breath.

"Wha-- What are you do-- doing?" Bert asked.

Gerard ran his hand under Bert's shirt to trail over the pale and soft skin of the younger man's stomach. "Helping you with your not-so-little problem," he said quietly, his fingers gently kneading Bert's cock through the coarse fabric of his too-big pants.

Bert took Gerard's hand in his own, using his other to unbutton and unzip his pants. He slid Gerard's hand into his boxers, releasing his hand only when he felt cool fingers wrap around his length. Bert involuntarily closed his eyes, leaning his chest back and his hips forward.

Gerard ran his tongue across the smooth column of Bert's throat, gently nipping at his pulse, resisting the urge to bite harder. He was no vampire, he just liked the taste of blood. As he ran his fingers up and down Bert's length, he felt him shudder against his chest.

Bert moaned, already threatening to release. It was only a handjob but it was Gerard. His mouth on his neck, his erection pressed against his ass, fingers around his cock... It was overwhelming. With a rough groan, he came, his cum spilling into Gerard's hand.

Gerard smiled, lifting his hand to Bert's lips. "Lick it," he commanded.

Bert complied, his lips parting and allowing Gerard's fingers to slip in. He closed his mouth, his tongue darting out to slowly lick Gerard's fingers. The salty taste of cum sliding down his throat was bitter but not unwelcome. Gerard groaned as Bert completed his task. Gerard smiled and pulled away, moving to the sink next to Bert.

"Rule. Employees must wash their hands before returning to work," Gerard washed his hands and winked, drying them off quickly before walking back out to the counter.

Bert shook his head and cleaned himself up as best as he could before walking back out to the counter and sitting down. Gerard smiled as he handed Bert his plate and Pepsi. Bert picked at his plate, hungry but not for food. For Gerard. After the little incident in the bathroom, Bert realized that he wanted Gerard far more than he should have.

Gerard watched Bert move the food around on his plate. He licked his lips, watching Bert's mouth curl around the straw as he took a drink of his Pepsi. Bert sighed. Talking to Gerard was supposed to cheer him up, not depress him even more. He glanced at Gerard through the corner of his eye. Gerard rose an eyebrow in his direction, a bemused smile on his lips.

Bert pulled out his wallet to get money when his eyes fell on a picture of him and Quinn kissing in one of those booths you'd find in a mall. A small wave of grief hit him as he pulled the picture out of his billfold and ripped it up, tossing the pieces onto his plate. Bert pulled out some money for the meal and walked to the register. He payed and was ready to set some money by his plate as Gerard's tip when Gerard unexpectedly stopped him.

"Save your money. You'll need it for something else. Follow me," Gerard said, taking Bert's hand in his own and leading him out of the diner and to his sleek, black sportscar.

The top was down and Bert got into the passengers seat, pulling his sunglasses on. He didn't bother buckling up. Gerard got into the drivers seat, mimicking Bert's actions. He started his car and Kiss Me, I'm Contagious began playing. Gerard tore through the streets, his engine purring under his expret touch. The music played loudly, Gerard and Bert both singing alone. Bert was unaware of his actions as he sang all the time. Inner turmoil filled his mind. He didn't know where Gerard was taking him or why.

The car stopped in front of a two story brick house, dark green shutters. There were a few trees in the front yard, a hammock hung between two of them. Gerard got out of the car and walked inside, Bert close on his heels. The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside. Sparsely decorated but still containing the smell and feel of home. Gerard kicked off his shoes, Bert followed suit.

"Welcome home," Gerard muttered to himself, once more capturing Bert's hands in his and leading up up the spiral oak staircase and into the last door... Gerard's bedroom.

It wasn't the stereotypical guys room. The bed was unmade, covered in black and red satin sheets. He didn't bother turning on the lights, Gerard only walked over to the window and pushed the curtains aside. Sunlight bathed the room and Bert smiled. There were no clothes strewn across the room or dirty dishes of any kind.

Gerard sat down on the huge king size bed, peeling off his socks and tossing them into the hamper on the wall by his bathroom. Bert did the same and awkwardly leaned against the wall. Bert shifted from foot to foot, debating whether or not to say something. He opted for not saying anything. Just so he didn't make a fool out of himself.

Smirking, Gerard stood up. "You do know why I brought you here...right?" he asked Bert.

"... Have a couple ideas," Bert mumbled.

Gerard stepped closer to Bert. "And what would those ideas be?" he wondered, running a finger down the side of Bert's face, enjoying the way Bert's eyes glazed over as he stepped closer.

"Well, either you wanted my interior design advice and input or... You want something else," Bert said, shaking slightly since he couldn't control it.

Gerard nodded, pressing his body against Bert's, rubbing slightly. His erection pressed again'st Bert's and he closed his eyes for a second. "I want something else," Gerard said, lightly biting Bert's jaw.

"Which is?" Bert asked, struggling to keep his eyes open as Gerard raised his arms up to frame and almost trap Bert against the wall.

Gerard leaned forward, placing a kiss to the corner of Bert's smooth lips. He felt Bert almost fall into the wall as his weakened knees gave out. "Do you like boys?"

"I like you," Bert said, struggling to keep his breathing even.

Gerard lifted a shoulder in a careless gesture. "Works for me."

Bert smiled slightly as Gerard leaned forward, finally kissing him. It wasn't forceful, hard, or soft. It was the textbook definition of a perfect kiss. As far as cliches go, Bert felt as if the world had stopped moving; that they were the only ones in the world, just in that moment. His heart was pounding, his head spinning as Bert and Gerard shared their first kiss. But it wouldn't be their last.

Emotions ran through the couple. They had seen each other for the past couple weeks, and only really "met" earlier that day. One could say that they were moving too fast, already involved in such a sexual manner. Others would say that they were just following their hearts. Some would say that they were two horny men in their twenties who just wanted to burn off the sexual tension.

But it was more than that. It was SO much more to the two men. No matter how different they were, they were a lot alike. Both Gerard and Bert had been around the block a couple times, not really knowing what they wanted. It still wasn't clear about what they were going to do when they were done. But they were through thinking.

They were going to act on impulse.

Fulfill their greatest desires.

Love each other.

And hope for something more.

Gerard was the first to deepen the kiss, tilting his head and resisting the urge to devour the shorter man's lips. Although, he doubted that Bert would object to that action. Bert tilted his head in the opposite direction, hands finding their way to Gerard's waist and resting there. Bert felt Gerard's tongue trace his lips, touching, tasting, wanting. Bert parted his eager lips to make way for Gerard's tongue. He sucked the pink muscle into his mouth, hearing the older man moan. Bert played with Gerard's tongue, having never enjoyed himself so much.

Gerard ran his tongue along the roof of Bert's mouth, slowly tasting the man in front of him. Bert was bathing in the sudden attention. Gerard's hands had found their way under Bert's shirt, lifting it up. They broke the kiss and Bert's shirt was discarded and tossed aside. Bert shivered as Gerard ran his hands over his chest. His eyes shut as lust overtook him. Gerard smiled, his fingers running over Bert's nipples. He leaned down, kissing the skin above his right nipple. Bert gasped as Gerard licked and nipped at his chest, lavishing attention to the beautiful man's body.

The mouth on Bert's chest was removed and pressed against his neck. Gerard felt his erection straining against his tight pants and knew that Bert's was doing the same. He bit Bert's neck, the bitter and metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. He lapped at the new wound, his hands struggling to unbutton his own shirt without ripping it. He gave up as Bert's hands closed over his own, pushing them away. Bert gasped, unbuttoning Gerard's shirt and shoving it off the pale body before him.

"God, you're gorgeous," Bert said roughly, his eyes roaming over Gerard's naked chest.

Gerard quickly unzipped Bert's pants, smiling when his cargoes fell off of his slender hips, revealing Bert's erection straining against the cotton of his boxers. "So are you," Gerard breathed, gripping Bert's hips. "You're amazing," he said before crushing his lips to Bert's.

Bert shivered, amazed at the control Gerard had over him. He would have done anything had Gerard asked him to. Gerard's hands curled around Bert's throat, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Bert unbuckled Gerard's pants, unzipping them next. He pushed them off of Gerard's hips as they fell to the ground.

Gerard lead Bert over to his bed, pushing him down onto the cool satin sheets, climbing on top of him. Bert groaned, his hands on Gerard's pale and smooth back. Gerard sucked on Bert's neck, biting and licking whenever he chose to do so. Bert's nails dug into Gerard's back, scratching, marking, his moans filling the room.

Gerard slid his hand down to the bulge in Bert's cotton boxers, cupping him fully. Bert groaned, his hips arching up, begging for more contact. He was desperate to feel skin against skin. Gerard smirked and pulled away, repositioning himself so that no part of him was touching Bert in any way. Bert's blue eyes opened, searching Gerard's face. He needed the touch, the thrill, the exhiliration. He needed...Gerard.

Bert sat up, pulling Gerard down to where he was lying, their chests pressed against each others. Bert attacked Gerard's throat with his mouth, sucking on the skin at his collarbone. Gerard groaned and his arms gave out as Bert and himself fell back onto the bed. Bert continued his slow torture, loving how Gerard moaned his name in his deep voice.

Gerard pushed Bert away, leaving a shocked look upon Bert's face. Gerard simply winked, a wolfish grin coming upon his angelic features. He shifted and moved down the bed where he was level with Bert's erection. He placed a kiss to it through the fabric and Bert's head fell back against the pillows. Gerard moved his hands to the waistband, antagonizingly slow, he pulled Bert's boxers down and off his legs, tossing them aside to where their other clothes lay.

Gerard gently ran his hands up the inside of Bert's thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp from Bert's mouth. He pressed a kiss to the apex of his thigh before nuzzling his face in his stomach. Bert gasped again when Gerard slowly took the tip of Bert's cock into his mouth. He ran his tongue along the underside, Bert wildly bucking his hips under him. Gerard pulled off, blowing cold air onto the tip of penis. Bert shivered, begging Gerard to just take him into his mouth again to finish what he started. Gerard would have none of that though.

Gerard pulled away, leaning back up to Bert's mouth, kissing him soundly and feeling Bert writhe beneath him. "What's wrong, Berty?" he asked him.

"You're not... Just... God, just touch me," Bert choked out, his eyes shut, his head back, his breathing ragged.

Gerard smiled. He loved to prolong things, draw them out. Tease, whatever. He loved having the upper hand. As he did right now. He reached over to his drawer, pulling out his bottle of lube and setting it aside, grabbing Bert's hands in his. He pushed his arms down to where they were resting as his sides. Gerard ran his hands up Bert's chest, loving the way his stomach muscles contracted under his touch.

Gerard removed his own boxers, his erection rubbing against Bert's. Bert arched his hips, loving the feel. He hadn't had sex in over a year and he was craving it. Especially where Gerard was involved. Gerard was the same. He wasn't a "fuck 'em and leave 'em" type of guy. He hated one night stands and he knew that whatever he had with Bert was more than that.

"What do you want, Bert?" Gerard asked, his face dangerously close to Berts.

"You."

With that one word, Gerard smiled. Not a devious one. Not a smile that showed he had any other plans or anything malicious stirring. Just a simple smile, a real one. Bert leaned up, covering Gerard's mouth with his own and slipping his tongue inside. He wasn't in the mood to be patient and slow. He wanted Gerard and he wanted him then. No waiting.

Gerard moaned, not hearing it. He couldn't hear anything other than Bert and his own racing heartbeat as each swipe of Bert's tongue brought them closer together phsyically. Each moan bringing them closer emotionally, mentally. The birds chirping outside didn't bring them out of their phase. Neither did the bright sun, the countless cars outside during rush hour. The yelling of the five year old neighbors. Nothing could snap them out of their trance. They were absorbed in each other, feeling, tasting, touching, loving. And that's right where they wanted to be in that moment and nowhere else.

Gerard mindlessly and blindly reached for the lube with his right hand, his motions jerking. Bert pulled away and smiled at Gerard's actions. Bert reached back and grabbed the lube in one try, handing it to Gerard. He smiled thankfully and blushed slightly at knowing that Bert was holding back slight laughter.

"You've done this before, right?" Gerard asked softly, not wanting to break the mood. Bert nodded, not able to say anything as his eyes bore into Gerard's hazel ones. "Good... So you're ready?" Gerard asked, his breathing hitched. Bert rolled his eyes before grinding his hips up to meet Gerard's. "O...kay... I think you are, yeah," Gerard said, laughing slightly.

"Yeah," Bert agreed, smiling.

Gerard pecked Bert's lips, opening the lube and spreading it out onto his fingers. Bert rolled over and lifted himself onto his knees, feeling himself flush lightly as he was fully exposed to Gerard. He had only been with one other man and he was slightly frightened as to Gerard's approach. Whether he'd be gentle or rough, kinky or pure, he didn't know. And he was anxious to find out.

Gerard placed a kiss to the small of Bert's back, his finger trailing over the opening in Bert's ass. He hesitated before sliding a finger in. Bert groaned, pushing his hips back to meet Gerard's touch. Gerard only smiled, pushing another finger in and working them in a slow, steady motion. Bert's moans filled his ears as he worked in another finger, lightly kissing Bert's back.

Bert groaned when Gerard pulled away, wanting to cry out in anguish at the loss of contact. Gerard leaned forward, kissing Bert's back, running his tongue along the line of his shoulder. Gerard pulled back, coating his erection and sighing at the first touch of his cock to Bert's ass. Bert groaned as Gerard slid in, feeling elated at the feeling of being full, completed, loved. He felt better than he ever had with Quinn, a feeling that he knew wouldn't just last during the act and not just the euphora of sex making him thinkg inane thoughts. But it would last for however long he wanted it... Forever.

Bert begged Gerard in between pants to go faster, deeper, harder. He wanted to feel the ultimate pleasure. He needed the feeling of absolution as much as he needed his next breath. He gripped the sheets in his hands, Gerard gripping his hips with one hand. The other slid around Bert's stomach to wrap around his hardened erection, jerking him off slowly.

Gerard obeyed Bert's semi-orders, quickening his pace and the tip of his cock brushed over the sensitive spot that made Bert scream his name, overwhelmed with passion and lust, feeling more than thinking. Gerard went faster, loving the way Bert said his name. He jerked him off in time with his fast thrusts, swiping his thumb over the leaking tip of Bert's cock, causing Bert to groan.

Countless thrusts and screams later, Bert felt his impending orgasm. Gerard knew he was close and he could tell Bert was. This thigh twitched and he screamed the younger man's name, cumming inside of him. Bert felt the cum sear his insides and it drove him over the edge as he came over Gerard's sheets, a harsh groan escaping his lips. He collapsed onto the bed, his back sore, throat sore from screaming. Gerard turned Bert over so that he could rest on his chest, massaging the muscles in Bert's arms as they stared out of the window, the sun still up. Bert looked at his watch, it was near five that night.

"That was in-fucking-credible," Gerard sighed, stretching out on the bed before pulling the covers around their lower halves.

"Fuck yeah," Bert said, kissing Gerard's lucious lips once more before falling back from exhaustion.

"Tired?" Gerard asked.

Bert nodded, curling around Gerard's body. "You wore me out."

Gerard smirked. "Yeah, I know I'm good. You get some sleep," he said, kissing Bert's forehead. "I'll watch over you... I'll always watch over you..."