I have been a sinner
Band: The Used/ My Chemical Romance
Pairings: Gerard/Bert
Count: 1,583
Ratings: NC-17
Summary: Bert’s back home with his family in Utah during a break in the tour, and wakes up on and early Sunday morning, remembering his days back in Sunday School.
Warnings:Language, smut ohohhoho religion shit idk
Disclaimer: hahHAHAHAHA IT'S FAAAAAAAAAAKE
Sun shone through Bert’s childhood bedroom window. It was Sunday morning, and he definitely wasn’t ready to wake up. The grown man rolled over in his bed, not surprisingly, his small body still fit in it. Were he 10 years younger, his mother would be pulling back his Ren and Stimpy sheets, yelling at him to wake up, it was time for Sunday school, and subsequently Church afterwards. Bert rolled over and let himself indulge a few more hours of sleep.
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Sunday school was as annoying as anything. Bert had always loathed it; waking up early to get dressed up and sit in a classroom for 2 hours, what was the point? He hardly paid attention to anything the priests had to say, it was all in one ear and out the other. He had denounced he religion at a very young age, but his mom made him go every week, and he figured he could do at least one thing for his dear mother; she’d never done anything wrong but want her son to follow in her faith. One day, he always told himself, I’ll stop going.
Now, as he walked up the steps to the big chapel as a full grown man, Bert was more than confused. He didn’t remember getting out of bed or walking the 6 blocks to get here, for that matter. Either way, he was tugging open the glass doors and walking casually down the hall to the hall where the Sunday classes were held. Sun was pouring through the classroom windows, drenching everything in white, glowing light, as if they were in heaven itself. All the classrooms were empty, for some reason, not a single soul around as Bert peeked his head around each big wooden door. There were always Sunday school classes, without fail, unless it was a holiday. Bert pulled out his phone, double checking that he hadn’t forgotten some important date, like Easter or Christmas or something.
He walked back into the lobby of the chapel, pulling his hood up over his scraggly black hair. It was so quiet, there had to be something wrong. There was no one playing the organ, the choir wasn’t warming up for today’s service. There were a few light footsteps behind Bert and he sort of froze up a bit. “Bert McCracken.” A voice thick with a smile called out not more than 3 feet behind the man. He turned slowly, looking from the floor up.
Black, shining square toed dress shoes, black pleated pants (clinging very nicely to a great pair of thighs, if he might say so), black leather belt and black short sleeve button-up shirt tucked in over a slight belly. Bert’s eyes lingered on the white collar around the man’s neck before finally scanning up to his face. “What the fu-” He started, staring in confusion at the pale faced boy with the black-rimmed hazel-green eyes and wispy black locks. “I hope you weren’t about to curse in my Church, McCracken.” He spoke calmly and took a step forward.
“Sorry, Father.” Bert replied out of muscle memory. He inwardly cursed himself; he’s not a priest what are you doing? “Gerard, why are you wearing your Priest’s collar?” He asked. Gerard was smiling so serenely, like he did after he had been fucked into the mattress or after an amazing night on stage. “Well what else would I be wearing, Bert? Sunday school is just about to start, and I have an amazing sermon written for today’s service.” He replied with the same calm smile. It faltered as he looked at his watch and tsk’d at Bert. “Well now it looks like you’ll be late for your class, son.” He sighed. Bert was at a loss for words. What the actual fuck was going on here? Was Gerard on some kind of trip? And how did he get to Utah? “Come on then, we can have a private lesson in my office.” Gerard spoke, walking past Bert, breaking his train of thought. He looked back at Bert, still stuck in place, staring at Gerard, and waved him to follow. For some reason, he did.
Priestly Gerard’s office was just like his old Priest’s. It had dumb little toys from McDonalds on the shelves with books and a cross hanging on the wall next to the window. In fact, this was his old Priest’s office. “Gerard, what are we doing in he-” Bert tried to ask, but Gerard slid behind his desk and sat down in the big cushy chair Bert always wanted to sit in as a child, and motioned for the younger man to sit one of the uncomfortable chairs in front of the desk that was upholstered with the scratchy shit that made the back of Bert’s arms turn red and itch for hours after. He plopped himself down in the seat anyway, and stared with raised eyebrows at Gerard. “So what are-“
“You’re a sinner, Bert.” Gerard’s smile was gone now. Bert laughed out loud. “Yea and?” He asked. Gerard was far from amused, leaning his chin on his folded hands, eyes boring holes into Bert. “Don’t think we haven’t been aware of your antics, Bert. You have lead yourself down a path of sinning and destruction.” Something deep within Bert forced his mouth to open and work out the words “Forgive me, Father.” He clamped a hand over his mouth as soon as the words left his lips. What the fuck am I doing? He thought. Gerard smiled across from him and got up from his seat, coming around to sit on the edge of his desk. “All will be forgiven my son.” He whispered, causing something to stir in Bert’s chest. Gerard held his hands out, palms up, to Bert, and he willingly took them, Gerard’s smile growing.
“Your penance is due. God will forgive you for your mishaps and problems in the past.” He sighed, leaning towards Bert just slightly. “Thank you Father.” He whispered back. This was where shit got weird (as it if wasn’t strange to begin with). Bert must have blacked out for a second because before he knew what was happening, he was straddling Gerard’s lap in the big cushy chair, making out with him like a teenager, all wet lips and uncoordinated tongues. He wasn’t sure how this had happened, but he wasn’t about to stop it, especially not when Gerard’s hand rubbing at the front of his shorts. Bert ground his hips down onto the older man’s roughly, earning a pair of teeth clamping down on his bottom lip and a groan in his ear. Gerard’s mouth moved to his neck, biting and sucking enough to make a bruise show up under the inked spider. Bert bit his lip and tipped his head back, enjoying the roughness. His shirt was quickly shoved up his body and over his head. Bert stopped for a second to wonder where his sweatshirt had gone, but Gerard was pushing his hand into Bert’s pants and he couldn’t care less about his sweatshirt if it were strangling him.
Gerard aptly unbuttoned and unzipped Bert’s pants without stopping their kiss, or even faltering for a second, which was really strange because most of the time Gerard couldn’t chew gum and walk at the same time, let alone start jacking Bert off without stopping kissing him. He moaned into Gerard’s mouth, his grip tightening around his shaft, just holding him not moving. Gerard leaned back from the kiss and looked at the younger man with dark eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out as his lips moved. There was a loud knocking behind them and Bert frowned, twisting to look at the door. The knocking kept ringing in his ears, louder than it should be from the distance the door was from them. Bert looked back at Gerard.
“Bert, honey, are you awake?” He said, in Bert’s mother’s voice.
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Bert sat up straight in his bed, panting slightly as his mother continued to knock on the door. “Bert, sweetie, your father and I are going to church; I left breakfast down stairs for you.” He called out again. Bert looked down at himself, pushing the blankets off of him. His hand was wrapped around his morning wood, and he breathed out a sigh of disappointment. “Fucking stupid dream.” He sighed, calling back out to his mom with a thank you and see you later. He laid back in his bed and stared up at the ceiling, letting go of himself and calming his pounding heart. Bert looked over at his phone on the floor next to his pants from yesterday and smirked to himself. He plopped himself on the floor and unlocked the phone, hitting speed dial number 2.
“Hello?” The scratchy voice on the other end picked up, heavy with sleep. Of course he wasn’t fully awake by now. Bert looked over at the clock hanging on the wall, it was only 9 am, way too early for either of them to be awake, but there was no way Bert would be getting back to sleep after that dream. No way.
“Do you still have your Priest’s collar?” Bert asked, trying to hide the smirk in his voice. “Bert?” Gerard responded, sounding a little more awake now. “Y-Yea, I still got it, why?” He asked.
“Because I have been a sinner, Father Way, and need to pay my penance.”
Pairings: Gerard/Bert
Count: 1,583
Ratings: NC-17
Summary: Bert’s back home with his family in Utah during a break in the tour, and wakes up on and early Sunday morning, remembering his days back in Sunday School.
Warnings:Language, smut ohohhoho religion shit idk
Disclaimer: hahHAHAHAHA IT'S FAAAAAAAAAAKE
Sun shone through Bert’s childhood bedroom window. It was Sunday morning, and he definitely wasn’t ready to wake up. The grown man rolled over in his bed, not surprisingly, his small body still fit in it. Were he 10 years younger, his mother would be pulling back his Ren and Stimpy sheets, yelling at him to wake up, it was time for Sunday school, and subsequently Church afterwards. Bert rolled over and let himself indulge a few more hours of sleep.
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Sunday school was as annoying as anything. Bert had always loathed it; waking up early to get dressed up and sit in a classroom for 2 hours, what was the point? He hardly paid attention to anything the priests had to say, it was all in one ear and out the other. He had denounced he religion at a very young age, but his mom made him go every week, and he figured he could do at least one thing for his dear mother; she’d never done anything wrong but want her son to follow in her faith. One day, he always told himself, I’ll stop going.
Now, as he walked up the steps to the big chapel as a full grown man, Bert was more than confused. He didn’t remember getting out of bed or walking the 6 blocks to get here, for that matter. Either way, he was tugging open the glass doors and walking casually down the hall to the hall where the Sunday classes were held. Sun was pouring through the classroom windows, drenching everything in white, glowing light, as if they were in heaven itself. All the classrooms were empty, for some reason, not a single soul around as Bert peeked his head around each big wooden door. There were always Sunday school classes, without fail, unless it was a holiday. Bert pulled out his phone, double checking that he hadn’t forgotten some important date, like Easter or Christmas or something.
He walked back into the lobby of the chapel, pulling his hood up over his scraggly black hair. It was so quiet, there had to be something wrong. There was no one playing the organ, the choir wasn’t warming up for today’s service. There were a few light footsteps behind Bert and he sort of froze up a bit. “Bert McCracken.” A voice thick with a smile called out not more than 3 feet behind the man. He turned slowly, looking from the floor up.
Black, shining square toed dress shoes, black pleated pants (clinging very nicely to a great pair of thighs, if he might say so), black leather belt and black short sleeve button-up shirt tucked in over a slight belly. Bert’s eyes lingered on the white collar around the man’s neck before finally scanning up to his face. “What the fu-” He started, staring in confusion at the pale faced boy with the black-rimmed hazel-green eyes and wispy black locks. “I hope you weren’t about to curse in my Church, McCracken.” He spoke calmly and took a step forward.
“Sorry, Father.” Bert replied out of muscle memory. He inwardly cursed himself; he’s not a priest what are you doing? “Gerard, why are you wearing your Priest’s collar?” He asked. Gerard was smiling so serenely, like he did after he had been fucked into the mattress or after an amazing night on stage. “Well what else would I be wearing, Bert? Sunday school is just about to start, and I have an amazing sermon written for today’s service.” He replied with the same calm smile. It faltered as he looked at his watch and tsk’d at Bert. “Well now it looks like you’ll be late for your class, son.” He sighed. Bert was at a loss for words. What the actual fuck was going on here? Was Gerard on some kind of trip? And how did he get to Utah? “Come on then, we can have a private lesson in my office.” Gerard spoke, walking past Bert, breaking his train of thought. He looked back at Bert, still stuck in place, staring at Gerard, and waved him to follow. For some reason, he did.
Priestly Gerard’s office was just like his old Priest’s. It had dumb little toys from McDonalds on the shelves with books and a cross hanging on the wall next to the window. In fact, this was his old Priest’s office. “Gerard, what are we doing in he-” Bert tried to ask, but Gerard slid behind his desk and sat down in the big cushy chair Bert always wanted to sit in as a child, and motioned for the younger man to sit one of the uncomfortable chairs in front of the desk that was upholstered with the scratchy shit that made the back of Bert’s arms turn red and itch for hours after. He plopped himself down in the seat anyway, and stared with raised eyebrows at Gerard. “So what are-“
“You’re a sinner, Bert.” Gerard’s smile was gone now. Bert laughed out loud. “Yea and?” He asked. Gerard was far from amused, leaning his chin on his folded hands, eyes boring holes into Bert. “Don’t think we haven’t been aware of your antics, Bert. You have lead yourself down a path of sinning and destruction.” Something deep within Bert forced his mouth to open and work out the words “Forgive me, Father.” He clamped a hand over his mouth as soon as the words left his lips. What the fuck am I doing? He thought. Gerard smiled across from him and got up from his seat, coming around to sit on the edge of his desk. “All will be forgiven my son.” He whispered, causing something to stir in Bert’s chest. Gerard held his hands out, palms up, to Bert, and he willingly took them, Gerard’s smile growing.
“Your penance is due. God will forgive you for your mishaps and problems in the past.” He sighed, leaning towards Bert just slightly. “Thank you Father.” He whispered back. This was where shit got weird (as it if wasn’t strange to begin with). Bert must have blacked out for a second because before he knew what was happening, he was straddling Gerard’s lap in the big cushy chair, making out with him like a teenager, all wet lips and uncoordinated tongues. He wasn’t sure how this had happened, but he wasn’t about to stop it, especially not when Gerard’s hand rubbing at the front of his shorts. Bert ground his hips down onto the older man’s roughly, earning a pair of teeth clamping down on his bottom lip and a groan in his ear. Gerard’s mouth moved to his neck, biting and sucking enough to make a bruise show up under the inked spider. Bert bit his lip and tipped his head back, enjoying the roughness. His shirt was quickly shoved up his body and over his head. Bert stopped for a second to wonder where his sweatshirt had gone, but Gerard was pushing his hand into Bert’s pants and he couldn’t care less about his sweatshirt if it were strangling him.
Gerard aptly unbuttoned and unzipped Bert’s pants without stopping their kiss, or even faltering for a second, which was really strange because most of the time Gerard couldn’t chew gum and walk at the same time, let alone start jacking Bert off without stopping kissing him. He moaned into Gerard’s mouth, his grip tightening around his shaft, just holding him not moving. Gerard leaned back from the kiss and looked at the younger man with dark eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out as his lips moved. There was a loud knocking behind them and Bert frowned, twisting to look at the door. The knocking kept ringing in his ears, louder than it should be from the distance the door was from them. Bert looked back at Gerard.
“Bert, honey, are you awake?” He said, in Bert’s mother’s voice.
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Bert sat up straight in his bed, panting slightly as his mother continued to knock on the door. “Bert, sweetie, your father and I are going to church; I left breakfast down stairs for you.” He called out again. Bert looked down at himself, pushing the blankets off of him. His hand was wrapped around his morning wood, and he breathed out a sigh of disappointment. “Fucking stupid dream.” He sighed, calling back out to his mom with a thank you and see you later. He laid back in his bed and stared up at the ceiling, letting go of himself and calming his pounding heart. Bert looked over at his phone on the floor next to his pants from yesterday and smirked to himself. He plopped himself on the floor and unlocked the phone, hitting speed dial number 2.
“Hello?” The scratchy voice on the other end picked up, heavy with sleep. Of course he wasn’t fully awake by now. Bert looked over at the clock hanging on the wall, it was only 9 am, way too early for either of them to be awake, but there was no way Bert would be getting back to sleep after that dream. No way.
“Do you still have your Priest’s collar?” Bert asked, trying to hide the smirk in his voice. “Bert?” Gerard responded, sounding a little more awake now. “Y-Yea, I still got it, why?” He asked.
“Because I have been a sinner, Father Way, and need to pay my penance.”