It’s been weeks since Gerard crash landed in your backyard and their rocket still remains where it was found. Gerard has been working in it, trying to get their communication system up and running so they can contact their home, but it’s a lot more busted then they had originally thought. You keep them company while they work, sipping lemonade in your lawn chair while Gerard fumbles about with wires and manuals they found in their ship. You took them shopping on the third day, they were amazed by all the different clothes and fabrics and they spent over an hour in the book section of Target. They like dark jeans that fit a little too tight on their thighs, and oversized sweaters are their favorite and they look absolutely adorable in them you just want to cuddle them for hours. They rip holes in everything you’ve discovered, their sweaters get holes everywhere and their jeans get holes in the thighs and the knees, you’re not sure how they end up with so many holes.
They’re dressed in dark jeans with holes in the knees and a grey hoodie littered with holes, they’re sitting beside you flipping through a manual that only seems to confuse them more with each page. You sip your lemonade and admire their profile, how their nose tips up just the slightest bit, how their lip looks crooked and how the sunlight bounces against their hazel eyes making them look gold. Gerard glances over at you, corners of their mouth turning up in a smile and they’re eyes sparkle. You blush and hand them your glass, watching them gulp down the tart beverage before handing it back to you. The days can tick by just like this, a comfortable silence over the two of you, Gerard working and you watching and the sun slowly moving across the sky. But today you have plans and you want to get Gerard out of the house and exploring the world, maybe if they like Earth they’ll come visit once they fix their ship.
“But, Y/N,” They whine as you drag them into the cool house. “I’m busy!”
“And now you’re busy going on an adventure with me, now go change.”
They shuffle down the hall to your now shared room and return in the same jeans but a black t-shirt and a jacket that sits too big on their frame. Their hair is messy so when they reach you you reach out and run your fingers through their hair, settling the strands into something more presentable; they lean into your touch for a moment and your heart skips. You hold hands as you leave the house-Gerard really likes holding hands and sometimes you wonder if it’s just with you or if they did it back home with everyone they knew. You take them to a diner down the street and Gerard gets distracted by posters on windows and people walking by, curious eyes looking for everything.
They order pancakes and drown them in strawberry syrup, and of course they get a coffee. You eat and talk, share food and drinks and wipe syrup from each other’s lips, it feels like you’ve known Gerard for years not weeks, you just click so perfectly. It’s like they were always meant to crash land into your life. When you leave the diner, you walk a block and pass a bookstore and two used clothes shops. You look over at Gerard and see sticky syrup on the corner of their mouth and your first instinct is to kiss them, blush burning your face as you shove that thought far down in your chest to never be considered again. Instead you tell Gerard about it and they wipe it away, looking at you like they want to comment on your blush but they don’t and things go back to normal.
You find a music store, it’s old and sat between a pawn shop and a parking garage. You enter and are hit with the scent of records and dust and Gerard bounces on the balls of their feet. You lead them further into the store, watching them graze records and glance at cds, hazel eyes so curious and hungry for the world around them. At the back is a table with two cd players each with headphones plugged in and their eyes light up, dropping your hand to go find something to listen to. They return with a purple cd case and they pop it open and place it in the player before you can ask what it is. You laugh and Gerard sits down, pulling you into their lap and you burn red and squeak.
“Only one chair,” They explain but the blush doesn’t subside. Their arms are wrapped around your middle and you’re so tempted to just lean into them, to accept their warmth and smell the deodorant you bought them.
You set the headphones to the biggest size and press your head to theirs, snapping the headphones over you both and hoping they don’t mind how close you are. The music starts up, something soft with haunting vocals and Gerard’s arms tighten around you. You aren’t hearing the music, not that music anyway, you hear Gerard’s breathing, so close to your skin, the scrape of their jeans against yours and the bump of their boot against the table when they swing their leg too far. The humming when they catch on to the melody, the hitch in their breath when you turn and the headphones fall off, the gasp when your mouth covers theirs, the slick noise of your lips sliding together, the pull of your shirt against your back as they twist their fingers in it, the confused noise of pleasure as you pull their bottom lip between yours and the panting as you pull away.
Isn’t music beautiful?
“What was that?” They ask, out of breath and your face is burning.
“A kiss, I don’t know why I did that.” You laugh nervously and climb from their lap, or you attempt to but Gerard pulls you back.
“I liked it,” They say, smiling, and you drop your gaze, lips pulling into a smile without trying.
“Let’s go home, Gee.” You really do climb from their lap this time and hold out your hand, relishing in how well your hands fit together. You swing your hands as you walk and you keep catching Gerard watching you, both of you smile and laugh and Gerard seems to have no more questions until you reach the house.
“Can I kiss you again?” They ask, ‘kiss’ sounding unsure on their tongue, and you think your heart stops as you nod. They lean in and your lips are a hair apart when a loud beeping breaks you apart and you both just stare for a moment before looking towards the back door where the ship is glowing red from inside the cockpit.
