Like a Virgin
Based off of this ask! (To sum it up: 1980s summer camp)
Thank you to the anon who sent this ask! It was super creative and I really liked writing it!
Word count: 4.2k
Tags: Gerard is a teeny bit of a creep, popular reader, loser Gerard, smut (both 18 and are camp counselors), both get their time to be dom 🥹
The summer of 85’ was the fourth and final year you’d get paired with Gerard Way to council together. The name was a touchy subject altogether, it filled you with embarrassment and a bubbling heat in your stomach. However, at Camp Beaverbrook, all those feelings were left at the entrance. This wasn’t school, no social hierarchy tied you down. How Beaverbrook worked was, the campers were split into a couple teams. A boy and girl counselor for about ten kids (5 girls and 5 boys) aged around 8-12. Gerard was completely different than you, the “Goth kid next door” was his title to your friends. Always hearing a blend of The Smiths, David Bowie and Siouxsie and the Banshees blaring from his Walkman cassette player. You both were a good team nonetheless, and he really was good with the kids. Coming out of their shy, soft spoken shell to lead activities with you. Back at school, Gerard hung around with the nerdiest people on planet earth. Though that didn’t stop you from flashing him a smile or a soft wave whenever you passed him in the hallway. After all, been sorta friends since elementary school through Beaverbrook.
Shyly, Gerard would wave back and grow red. You didn’t think about him like that, right? They’ve had the hugest crush on you since middle school and while you both were campers yourselves. You were popular, eternally smelling of hairspray and intense floral perfume. Bought from one of the department stores in the mall you liked to frequent, an armful of bags from your shopping trip. Sometimes he liked to sit and watch you, drawing your smiling face, body dressed in the trendiest clothes. You probably thought he was such a loser, forced to deal with his reclusive bullshit. So as the summer started to creep around, the realization hit both of you. This would be your last summer at Beaverbrook together.
You had trouble narrowing down your wardrobe for the two whole weeks you’d be gone for camp. Stuffing acid washed denim shorts after another, you weren’t trying to make yourself look cool in front of the campers, it just happened like that. Making room for your extra set of curlers, which was a must. However, just two neighborhoods down, Gerard wracked his brain trying to figure out if there was any other option than the tiny gym shorts that were trendy. Nothing could make him forget when he popped the biggest boner after you touched his shoulder last summer. Shivering at the recollection, he huffed and stuffed the pair of shorts in his duffle bag. Adding a pair of jean shorts he’d recently fashioned from an old pair of jeans. Making sure their parents were near, judging by their footsteps above him, he snuck a pack cigarettes beneath his tighty whities.
The next day, Gerard’s shabby car pulled up in front of your house. Just like last year, you scrambled out the door, both arms equipped with heavy bags. Shoving them into his trunk, you sat shotgun, “Are you ready for our last summer of camp?” He shook his head, pulling out of your neighborhood, “Not really, it hasn’t hit me yet honestly.” You nodded, “Senior year hasn’t hit me yet. I can’t believe we’re gonna be gone in the fall.” Gerard handed you his bag of cassettes, “Don’t dampen the mood too much now, try and pick something not sad.” You laughed, “That’ll be hard, half of what you listen to is Morrissey whining about how his life sucks!” Gerard’s pink lips formed a smile, God you loved it. Probably one of the best smiles you’ve ever seen, including the movie stars you see in those teen magazines.
The rest of the ride was nice, you found Madonna’s “Like a Virgin,” singing along as Gerard blushed. Probably more of a reality for him than you. The camp was about two hours away, pretty deep into the wilderness, or feigned wilderness to keep the parents reassured of their precious kids safety. When they pulled in, you were greeted by the faces of the other counselors. Who were dressed as you, listened to popular music and talked like they were from the valley (although from the East Coast). What they didn’t have was your secret that you’ve buried deep since middle school. Your deep, debilitating crush on Gerard.
The other girls turned to greet Gerard, most people displayed that fake kindness to him that angered you to your core. Because you knew whenever they were alone in the girls cabin they’d let it rip. Calling them a slew of names, all while you sat silently in the corner. Trying your best not to chime in, keeping your place as one of the “cool” girls. Gerard stuck squarely by your side, the other boys didn’t really like them either. But that didn’t really matter, most of the time in camp was spent with you anyway. After the niceties, it was time to get your luggage out of Gerard’s trunk. Watching you struggle with both of your heavy bags, “Want some help?” Laughing softly, you nodded, handing off a bag to Gerard.
That night, during the opening he sat next to you. Watching as you giddily tell the traditional campfire ghost story. It’s some cheesy cautionary tale about a kid wandering in the woods and being chased by a masked killer, eventually being chased into the lake. The masked guy watches as the kid drowns, in a Friday The 13th esque fashion. The tale is used to try and scare the kids out of venturing outside their cabin at night. Supposedly it’s been used since the camps creation in the 1950s. After the story, the kids turned to each other in terror. Some tried to look unfazed but you’ve participated in the ceremony long enough to see the fear in their eyes. As the campfire dwindled out, you and the other counselors rounded up the kids and took them back to the cabins.
As the days went on, you and Gerard ran your team like the navy. Spending all this time with him fueled your feelings for them, ballooning into a monster you couldn’t ignore. You loved Gerard Way. You loved the way he pushed their black hair out of their face while swimming, uncaring about how wet they got. While you barely dared to go below your shoulders, scared your own feathered curls would fall. You loved how he’d rant about his favorite horror movies and comics. The more time you spent with them, the more they took up your mind.
Your favorite camp activity to lead with Gerard was the hikes, its been something you’ve been looking forward to since last years session ended. They’d gently push whatever tree brush was in the way for the kids to look over the horizon. Pointing out the types of trees that litter the area. Same thing for the animals, which he particularly loved. If a deer came upon the path, he’d pause the kids to let the doe cross the dirt trail. Bringing a thick finger to his lips to encourage them to not scare the wildlife. Once the animal moved on, he’d continue to spout facts about the specific type of deer. He was sort of a natural dictionary, knowing a ton about the local wildlife. You could tell it was something he was passionate in, so it was easy to let him take the lead.
Gerard loved specifically when you’d lead arts and crafts, even though this was more up his alley than hiking. You’d help the kids weave colorful bracelets out of yarn, fastening it with a button. What specifically got to him was how you’d praise the kids. It got to them so bad he’d have to stop thinking about it so he wouldn’t get a boner. How could he be such a pervert and make your innocent encouragement into something more? But today’s craft was rock painting, kids all gathered in the pavilion, watching as you talked about the supplies and the do’s and don’ts before setting them loose. Grabbing you and Gerard your own rocks, giddily smiling as you got to work. Attempting to sneakily hide it while you painted, sticking your tongue out slightly in concentration while you used him as your muse. Eventually, he caught on to what you were doing, striking poses while they fluttered their long eyelashes.
Trying to stifle a giggle, “Are you ready for your closeup? This could seriously be your twin, Gee.” Grabbing at the rock, he laughed, “C’monnn let me see!” Pulling it further away, you shook your head, “Gimme a second, let me finish!” Gerard huffed dramatically, tapping his fingers on the worn picnic table. After a few minutes, you finished, turning over the rock and letting them see the rock portrait. In actuality it was reminiscent of a stick figure, a tab circle for his head, black lines for hair, two black dots for eyes and a thin black curve for a mouth. Gerard held up the rock like it was fine art, “I think we have a new Michelangelo on our hands. Hold on- Let me make you one in return.”
Then, Gerard started painting, staying focused even while the kids started coming up to you both showing their work. Still making sure to point out certain details in their paintings, watching them beam in gratitude. Letting your cheek rest in the palm of your hand, staring intently at them while he worked. Seeing you out of the corner of his eye, his cheeks burned. Not used to all your attention being on them, his painting quickened. Not very long after, he finished. Turning the rock around to show you the finished product, face as red as a tomato. Gasping at the sight, “Oh Gerard. It’s totally amazing!” You couldn’t help but gaze at it in wonder, he really was amazing. Placing it carefully on the table, you couldn’t help but hug them. Arms wrapping around their shoulder, and Gerard tentatively hugged you back. Barely touching your skin, as if he’d hurt you if they hugged too hard.
Pressing a kiss into his cheek was the last straw, he had to tell you somehow. And maybe, just maybe, you would reciprocate. It’s your final year together so he might as well. There’s about four days left of camp and he wasn’t gonna waste it. Tired of fucking his fist to the thought of you, needing a confirmed yes or no. That night while lying in the top bunk of the boys dormitory, he devised the plan. The day before everyone leaves, he’d tell you to meet outside your dorm. Then, you both would sneak off to your favorite spot by the lake and he’d confess all romantically. They tried not to get their hopes up, but all they could imagine was you leaning in and kissing him. Bathed in the pale moonlight, fingers threading through his hair to deliciously tug him closer.
To be fair, he has kissed someone before, this girl named Brenda Summers. So they weren’t that much of a looser. Even though it was in middle school… Even though he imagined it was you instead of her as she pushed her lips on his at the roller rink. After that “date,” he never talked to her again, avoiding her in school at almost every cost. Looking back at it now in shame, he probably broke her heart. She moved away not very long after. Anyway, kissing is as far as he let himself get in his pathetic little fantasy.
The days before he planned to confess, you could tell something was up. They were a bit high strung, nervous every time you’d try and touch them. Eventually, you just straight up asked. Deciding to sit them down while eating lunch, a day early then what he had hoped. Sitting across from your friend, you asked, “What’s going on? You’ve been being weird lately.” Gerard sighed, eyes cast to the ground, “I’ve been planning to ask you something but I’ve just been nervous…” You rested your hand on his, thumb grazing the back of his hand. Smiling softy, “Whatever it is I’m sure it’s nothing to be worried about. I promise I won’t judge you like these other people.”
They laughed softly, “Then do you wanna meet me tonight in front of your cabin after lights out?” You bit your lip, which absolutely killed him, and then you finally responded, “Yeah, of course!” Gerard smiled awkwardly, hoping you didn’t say that just to be nice. Like you actually wanted to see him and not because you felt bad. The both of you finished lunch quietly, making a little small talk before you rounded everyone up for the next activity.
The next few hours went by incredibly slow for Gerard, soaking up every second he could before he confessed. Which could easily make or break the rest of his last summer at home before they left for college. Now it was dark and it was time to separate from Gerard for just a little bit. Taking your group of girls to the dorms, making sure they’re all tucked into their bunk beds. Practically twiddling your thumbs while you wait for everyone to fall asleep. Which usually didn’t take very long, all the kids were exhausted from another busy day. Once the steady breathing of the campers filled the room, you slipped out of the bed and tiptoed to the door. Slowly turning the worn doorknob and opening the wooden cabin door. Quietly and carefully closing it behind you, hoping that nothing stirred after you left.
Gerard waited next to the stairs, cigarette sitting between his fingers. They smiled softly upon seeing you, “Hey.” Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, “Hey,” you copied, “Mind if I get a drag of your cigarette?” They nodded passing it to you, “Wanna go to our spot by the lake?” You inhaled the Marlboro and nodding simultaneously. Blowing the smoke from your lungs, you followed Gerard eagerly. However, this was a journey you could make with your eyes closed. Both discovering it when you were campers, back when Beaverbrook let the older kids pretty much roam the property. The walk to your spot was relatively silent, passing the cigarette as you walked.
When you both finally got there, settling on the grass, watching Gerard put out the cigarette. His hand trembled, shaking softly as he pressed the cigarette into the earth. They were nervous, you could easily see it on his face, something was up. Placing your hand over his, “Are you alright?” Gerard nodding, taking a deep breath before letting it out. Trying not to let nervousness take over them. Finally, he let it out, “I asked you to meet me because I-uh wanted to…” They trailed off, face going completely red and their eyes fixated on the ground. Gerard huffed one last time, “I wanted to say that-I’ve really liked you for a long time.” Words speeding up at the confession, afraid if he slowed down he’d just trail off again.
The confession hit you straight to your core, honestly, you didn’t really know what to say. So, you showed them, placing your fingers on his chin to connect your lips together. You leaned in slow, giving them time to either lean in or decline. However, Gerard eagerly accepted your offer, smushing their lips against yours. They couldn’t believe this was happening, accepting quickly like you would retract the offer if he waited a second longer. Groaning softly at the taste of your cotton candy lipgloss. Hand resting on his full cheek, thumb rubbing the soft skin there. Red nail polish contrasting the sweaty black hair that lingered on his cheek. Their inexperienced lips caught up to yours pretty easily, hand wandering into his semi greasy hair.
Lips disconnecting to plant kisses down their neck, smiling as Gerard panted above you. Feeling himself become rock hard in his pajama pants. Tongue grazing their earlobe, biting it softly, “I really like you too…” laughing softly, “if that wasn’t already obvious.” Coming up from his neck, you let your hand intertwine with theirs, “You’re a really good kisser by the way…” He laughed, somehow blushing even more, they reconnected your lips. However this time the kiss was more passionate, lips molding together hotly. Pausing for a moment to let your tongue trace his full bottom lip, taking it between your teeth and biting softly. Gerard moaned, hand resting on your hip, gasping as your tongue collided with his.
It was intense, faces jammed together in the darkness of the summer night. Fingers intertwined in each other’s hair, trying to somehow pull each other closer. Leading Gerard onto his back, and letting your legs straddle his hips. Pulling away from the kiss to mutter, “Do you wanna go further? Because we don’t have to if you don’t want-“ Gerard’s whiny, high pitched voice cut you off, “Yes! Please, I want you so so bad.” Giggling softly, you started grinding against their obvious hard on, biting your lip as they moaned at the friction. Smiling down at him, “Wanna touch my tits? I’ve noticed you staring, sweetheart.” Their eyes widened, nodding enthusiastically while you brought his hands under your oversized t-shirt.
Humming while their thumbs flicked over your nipples. Then tugging on the worn fabric, encouraging you to strip. And eagerly, you did. Revealing your braless torso to both Gerard and the nature surrounding you. They looked like they were in heaven, palming each breast in equal time. Making sure to give the same amount of love to both. Sitting up to take turns licking each nipple, taking one into his mouth and sucking gently. No one’s shown you this amount of care before, no boyfriend or drunken hookup ever took care of you like this. Clutching his head to your breast, “Fuhhhh-feels so good!” Letting him work on you for a few moments longer, until you threaded a few fingers through his hair and pulled them off.
Gerard’s big hazel eyes teared up, staring up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. Petting their hair, “Oh baby, won’t you let me help you? I promise it’s gonna feel real good.” They kissed your breasts one last time before laying back for you. Muttering, “So so good f’me…” as you lifted his t-shirt off of him. Hands started at his pudgy stomach then roaming up their chest. Thumbs circling his hardening nipples, watching them whine from just this small touch. Giddily, you dipped down to his pajama pants. Palming the erection that starkly stood out, he looked big, like biggest you’ve never seen big.
Finger tracing just below his waistband playfully, “Is it okay if I pull these down?” Gerard nodded slowly, “yes ma’am..” Your smile widened, the title made you throb. So slowly, you revealed your prize, pulling their underwear along with their pajama pants. Watching his leaking, hardened cock slap against their plush stomach. Their eyes half lidded and watching you intently, as this was a new situation for Gerard. Gasping softly whenever your mouth makes contact with his tip, pressing sloppy kisses there. Fingers threading through your hair, which encouraged you to steadily start to take him down your throat. It was a hard fit, thick and warm. However you managed to get most of it in your throat, stroking the base that couldn’t fit.
Gerard writhed under you, trying desperately not to thrust down your throat. Hips shallowly twitching until you paused and took him out of your mouth with a *Pop!* Petting their upper thigh, “You can use my throat, or…You can fuck me if you want…” Still stroking them excruciatingly slow, watching his little head think so incredibly hard. Finally, they spoke, slow and soft, “Wanna fuck you so bad…” At that, you squeezed particularly tight on his base, giving their head one last kiss. Settling right next to them, your underwear was discarded in milliseconds. As Gerard was quick to climb on top of you, placing their hands on either side of your head. Effective caging you in, with both his weight and arms. Planting kisses starting from your jaw and trailing down your throat, he groans, “Can’t believe I have you like this, been wantin’ you so long-“
Your lips interrupted them with a kiss, legs wrapping around their pudgy waist to pull them taut against you. Getting the hint, Gerard reached a hand between your hips, grabbing his cock and let it trace between your wet folds. Then, he started to push in, groaning loudly at the warmth. It was something he’s never felt before, all velvety and warm. Better than any pillow with a drawing of your face on it, or even porno for that matter. Shuttering as you clench around them, so full of him you have to catch your breath. Once they’ve fully entered you, hip meeting hip, he pressed kisses into your neck. Gerard set a steady pace, trying to make sure he lasts for you. Sounds of pleasure leave the each of you in time of his thrusts. He really was beautiful, mouth open and panting on top of you, black hair tucked behind their ears.
Snaking a hand between your sweaty bodies to start circling your clit. Gasping at the additional pleasure, “C’mon fuck me harder, please Gerard- shit!” As you said that, a hand grabbed your hip and pounded at the new angle. Watching as you tried to cling to him, he smiled, realizing they now have the upper hand. “So perfect sweetheart,” all this confidence went to his head, “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you…Wish school was in so I could make sure everyone knows who you fucks you silly.” All you could do was groan at his new found dominance, “Yes, fuck yes! Love you so so much!” Your wetness pulled him in, it was intoxicating, drunk on your pussy, he tries to speak again. “M’ so close, keep clenching around me like that. Keep being so fuckin good for me!”
Your back arched onto the grass, eyelids shutting hard at Gerard’s desperate pace. Fingers going between pinching and quickly rubbing your own clit. He continued to kiss at your neck, biting and sucking little bruises of ownership. The steady pace of Gerard thrusting into your wetness rang heavy in the night air. Out of breath, “Gonna cum sugar, where do you-“ Finishing his sentence, “Cum in me, wanna feel you deep in me…” He groaned, your answer could’ve made him cum that instant. Fingers on your clit moved faster, catching up with Gerard, who was trying to hold on for you. Gasping, “Ohmygod-I’m gonna cum!” Body contorting in pleasure, your eyes looked towards the sky while Gerard emptied himself deep into your warmth.
“So fuckin good,” he whispered, placing one last kiss on your neck. Groaning as he rolled over to lay beside you, exhausted body. Once the intensity of the moment slowed, the forest came to life. The sounds of the frogs and insects that called these woods home came back into focus. Turning over to place a peck on Gerard’s lips, whispering, “When we get back to normal I’d love for you to take me out on a proper date.” They smiled tiredly, “You bet, the carnivals coming soon. That seems fun.” Starting to begrudgingly put on his underwear and you did the same, “With all those rickety rides? I’m not trying to put my life in the hands of some carni!” Gerard laughed softly, “Well, what about we have a movie night? I have a ton of movies on VHS.” Throwing back on your oversized shirt, “That sounds great! We can get snacks and cuddle and see what else happens…” You trailed off all coy, but Gerard’s smile only grew, “Already trying to have sex with me again?”
You shrugged coyly, though giggling through your ruse, “I mean…” By this time you both have finished getting dressed, it was probably around midnight when you started to walk back to the cabins. Reaching the door to the girls dormitory, you kissed Gerard one last time, “Goodnight, Gerard.” Hugging you close to them, intensifying the kiss for a second before finally letting go, “Goodnight sugar, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Climbing up the old stairs to the door, turning around once to blow Gerard a kiss. Then slowly you opened the screen door, praying that it doesn’t squeak and alert the cabin of your presence (or lack there of). Tiptoeing back to your bunk, you managed to go sleep rather quickly. Probably because of the powerful orgasm a few minutes before.
The suns rays woke you up earlier than expected, groaning in protest. Deciding to lay until it was the counselors time to wake up. Today was the last day of camp, but there was nothing to worry about. The day was filled with the last activities, closing ceremony, and pickup. The counselors stayed after to make sure everything was cleaned up and the cabins were empty. Throwing your bags into Gerard’s trunk for the last time, it was time to head home. Though now with the thrill of a new relationship, a boy you’ve always loved. Now it was time for summer to truly begin.
