ROLL WITH IT [g.way x reader]

Chapter 36: Sensuality, Sex And Everything In Between

"Thank you," Gerard at last pushed himself upwards, and ruffled his dishevelled hair.

You, meanwhile, slid off the duvet, and grabbed a towel from the cupboard, which you'd thankfully organised beforehand. You handed it to him, trying not to look at his bare chest in fear of making him uncomfortable, then opened the door to the bathroom; he stood up, wrapping the fabric around him self consciously, before shuffling inside. He gave you a shy smile before he disappeared inside, and you returned it anxiously.

As soon as you shut the door, you turned to your mattress with a straight face. "Those were clean sheets I put on yesterday," you whispered to yourself, "clean, and now — ugh," you cut yourself off with an annoyed sigh, before beginning the process of stripping the bed, to put the cloths in the wash.

You continued the domestic activities, taking the dirty sheets to the washing machine, and putting it on with another bunch of clothes you'd forgotten to wash out. You popped in and out of the room, as you put some fresh covers on your bed, and then was about to begin the task of looking up where you could possibly get breakfast, when something interrupted you.

Your name was called from the bathroom. It had only been about fifteen minutes, so you were a little concerned, as you approached the door. "Is something wrong?" you questioned skittishly.

"Umm... I just, kinda, need help with something," Gerard responded, sounding pretty flustered.

You shifted from foot to foot for a second, before continuing cautiously, "Okay, uh... should I come in?"

"Yeah," he answered, his voice far away and distant.

You composed yourself, before opening the door, and shuffling inside, making sure to shut it behind you. It was relatively warm inside, due to the hot water that had been run for the bath, with a bit of steam visible, and the mirror was steamed up.

Gerard peered up at you, from where he sat in the tub, hair wet against his scalp; "Hey," he smiled shyly, lifting an arm self-consciously to hide his chest.

You were a little confused, he'd been very open last night — perhaps too open, some could argue — but perhaps the heat of the moment had let his insecurities slip away. With that in mind, you approached him slowly, before sitting down gently at the side, where a stool was conveniently placed.

"What do you need help with?" you asked, with a small smile.

"Could you clean my back for me? I can't reach it," Gerard admitted, swallowing nervously.

You nodded, and took the flannel off the side of the sink, and dipped it into the mildly hot water; Gerard leaned forwards, so that you'd have better access, and you began to move it softly up and down his flesh. You noted his freckles, which he attempted to conceal, dotted along his shoulders and parts of his back. It turned out that his skin was easily irritated, since there were some red marks where he'd been lying on the sheets previously, carved in like scars.

He was so fucking beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful.

You felt your heart thump in your ribcage so hard you thought he might hear it — but you continued to wash him, despite your hand beginning to shake slightly.

You stopped, because Gerard moved to look at you more clearly; his eyes met yours, and he tilted his head a little, pink lips parting in thought. Then he grasped the back of your neck, and pulled you down tenderly for a kiss, cradling your face, lips pushing clumsily against yours for around seven seconds, as he struggled to separate himself from you.

When he at last moved away, leaving you a bit stunned, he budged over in the bath, and glanced up at you, a nonverbal invitation to get in with him. You hesitated at first, but then stood up, and took your clothes off carefully, all too aware of the fact that you were now fully naked, before stepping over the side, and lowering yourself in, also trying your hardest not to show too much of yourself.