Gerard's POV. Later that night, The Skeleton and I went to his apartment

Later that night, The Skeleton and I went to his apartment. He'd already removed anything which might reveal his secret identity - things with his name on them, photographs, that sorta thing.

He took me through the front door of his apartment. Upon entering, I saw how different it was to mine and Mikey's apartment. Where as we had artwork on the walls, he had posters of bands and pin up boys on the wall. I couldn't help but stand in front of his massive poster of a topless Johnny Depp and smirk.

"Uh, I've never jerked off to that poster," he said, making me chuckle.

"Oh, I bet you haven't," I replied, a knowing tone to my voice that he obviously had jerked off to it if he'd brought it up.

"You're not pissed off that I have a massive poster of him on my wall are you?" he asked.

"No. I think he's hot too. I just don't promote his hotness on my living room wall," I replied, making him giggle.

"Come, I'll show you my bedroom," he suggested. Excitedly, I followed him. We went down a small hall to where a couple of rooms were. We passed one that had a couple of guitars and some amplifiers in it and another which had a computer and a desk in it. Each room had posters decorating the walls.

"This is my room," he said, as we entered his bedroom. It was sorta neat, but you could tell it had recently been tidied because the carpet had been recently vacuumed. I thought it was cute that he'd tried to impress me.

"Wow, you like so many awesome bands," I noted, looking at all the posters on his walls. It made me wonder if we'd been at the same concerts before in the same mosh pits.

"Yeah. It's good to know you appreciate good music too," he replied, making me smile.

"Well, I'd suppose I'd better get some sleep considering I'm gonna be up early saving people tomorrow," I informed him, sitting on his bed and taking my shoes off before laying down on his pillow. He nodded.

"I'd like to come along if that's alright with you," he suggested.

"You'll be late for work," I pointed out.

"I don't give a shit. I wanna spend more time with you," he said, kicking his shoes off and laying down beside me. "Oh, I'll be right back," he said, running out of the room and going somewhere else, coming back with a souvenir glass coke bottle half filled with water.

"I don't own a vase, but I think the coke bottle makes a pretty cool vase if I do say so myself," he spoke, putting the rose I'd given him in the coke bottle and then placing the coke bottle on his nightstand. I smiled as he laid back down beside me and kissed my lips. Somehow, we ended up getting carried away and he ended up on top of me, his crotch grinding into mine.

"We need to stop," he spoke, panting and pulling away from me, getting off me and laying beside me. He obviously still didn't want to do anything yet. Fair enough, I would wait until the end of the world for him.

"Can I still hold you?" I asked, ignoring the throbbing of my cock. He grinned and nodded.

"Ooh, just a sec," he said, moving to half hang off the edge of his bed. He was searching for something under his bed. Once he'd found it, he came back up and pulled it up with him. It was a scrap book decorated in band stickers with a big, red love heart in the middle. "Here. Take a look," he said, offering me the book.

Opening the book, I saw pictures and articles about us. Some were dating back to when we first met, about a year ago, others were from the last couple of days when our romance had been the latest gossip all around the city.

"I bet you there'll be a picture of me handing you the rose in the newspaper tomorrow," I told him. He giggled softly.

"Yeah, you're probably right. But I don't mind all this media attention. It's not like they can follow me around when I'm out of this costume," he pointed out.

"Yeah, but I can't follow you around either," I pointed out.

"Well if you saw my upper thigh when I was on the street then you'd recognize me," The Skeleton informed me.

"Oh really? How would I recognize you by your upper thigh?" I asked. I spoke too soon, because already, he was undoing his costume's crotch zip, exposing himself to me. He didn't seem to care. And he was still hard. His cock was so beautiful. It was of your average size, but it was a stunning cock. It looked perfect. Slowly and carefully, he moved the material of the costume and revealed a tattoo on his thigh. It read:

The Skeleton and The Dark Ninja. Heroes forever.

I gasped. He had my superhero name tattooed on his thigh.

"I can't believe my name is on your thigh!" I exclaimed. "And I can't help but stare at your cock," I pointed out, making The Skeleton giggle nervously.

"You can touch it if you want," he said, laying on his back, propped up on his elbows, his cock sticking out of his crotch zip.

"You sure?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, just don't make it lead to sex," he warned me, making me chuckle and nod.