Another episode of Limited Audience Theater
You know how there are fics that are so well-written and believably characterized that they can make something that's not your kink sexy and compelling?
Yeah, this is not one of those stories. But, hey, if any of this is your kink, you might enjoy it.
Brian/girl!Gerard/Mikey with bonus secret-hetcest-baby PWP
NC-17
1,880 words
Comment-fic for pearl_o
Gee drops the phone when her doctor tells her the lab results.
"But we're so careful," she says, when she finally gets the phone back to her ear.
"Well, call the Pope, it's a miracle. Because birth control is infallible." Gee's gynecologist can be a sarcastic bitch sometimes. It's why Gee likes her. Her voice softens. "Come back in and we can talk about your options."
"Right," Gee says numbly, "right," and makes an appointment with the receptionist.
She's still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her cell phone, when Mikey comes back. He's talking about something when he comes down into the basement, but he stops dead when he sees her face.
"Gee?" He drops to his knees in front of her, reaching out to touch her hand. "What's wrong?"
She could lie, tell him it's nothing, have the abortion and he'd never have to know. Or- "I'm pregnant."
Mikey's eyes go wide. "Shit, Gee," he says, and then he kneels up and hugs her hard.
She closes her eyes and buries her face in the curve of his neck.
Later, curled up together under the covers, she says quietly, "I just feel kind of dumb, you know?" Like she forgot that the laws of the real world applied to them.
Mikey's makes a negative noise against the back of her neck.
Her hand is pressed flat against her belly, even though all she can feel is her pulse. Mikey's hand is spread out over hers, the tips of his fingers brushing her t-shirt.
"What are you going to do?" Mikey asks.
"I don't-" It's fucked up, but it's her baby, Mikey's baby, and she can't, she doesn't want to- "What do you-"
Mikey shakes his head, and his arm tightens around her. "It's not, it's your body, it's not my place to say. Whatever you want to do, I'll back you."
She wants to tell him that's a fucking cop-out answer, but she knows that's not what he means, and anyway, the careful, almost reverent touch of his fingers against her stomach is answer enough. She nudges her fingers up between his and he curls his down against her palm, and they fall asleep like that, holding hands, like they did when they were kids.
She wakes up hours later, stiff and sleepy and vaguely nauseous, and she squirms carefully out of Mikey's embrace. She actually has the pack of cigarettes in her hand before she remembers, fuck, she can't smoke anymore.
And, okay, she's made her decision, she's not going to change her mind, but it's like the full weight of that choice comes crashing down on her now. So she does what she always does when she hits the end of her rope: she calls Brian.
He picks up after four or five rings and mumbles something into the phone.
"Brian," she says, and it comes out wobbly.
"Gee?" His voice is suddenly sharp and clear. "What's wrong?"
"I-" She chokes on everything she has to say, and nothing comes out.
"Okay," Brian says. "Where are you? I'll be there, hold on."
He makes her stay on the line while he drives over, and she feels kind of bad for scaring him like this. "It's okay, I'm not gonna, you know."
"Okay," he says, but doesn't hang up.
She goes outside to wait for him, sitting on the steps down to the basement, so she doesn't wake Mikey up.
He ends the call when he starts walking down the stairs. He stops one step above her, so he's a little taller. "Hey," he says softly, and brushes a strand of hair out of her eyes.
She bursts into tears, and everything she didn't want to lay on Mikey comes pouring out. Part of her is scared, but part of her is really happy, too, and that freaks her out even more. She explains all this to Brian's chest, but she's sure none of it is understandable.
He doesn't say anything, just wraps his arms around her and rubs her back.
Finally she's all cried out, and she feels better, tired and hollow but more peaceful. She wipes her face on Brian's t-shirt.
"Sorry," she says, sniffling. "Hormones."
"Do you need a fucking Midol?" Brian asks, and she smiles a little at the old joke, but it slips fast.
"Um, actually, I won't be needing a Midol for the next seven or eight months."
"Gee?"
She makes herself meet his eyes. "I'm pregnant."
"Okay. Are you going to keep it?"
"Yes," she tells him, and it feels good to actually say it.
Brian sighs. "Can we talk about this inside?"
They sit on the couch in the basement, and she hooks her knees over Brian's legs and rests her head on his shoulder while he talks about changing their touring schedule.
He runs out of words eventually, and Gee says, "Aren't you going to ask me who the father is?"
Brian shrugs the shoulder she's not leaning on. "I figure you'll tell me if you want me to know."
She bites her lip, then says it in a rush before she can change her mind. "It's Mikey. Mikey's the father."
Brian takes one deep breath, but he doesn't tense up or pull away. "Okay," he says again, and she snorts.
"Aren't you going to freak out about this?"
"I-guessed. Wondered." She looks up at him and he looks away, fast.
"Hey," she says, and cups his cheek in her hand. When he looks back at her, she leans up and kisses him, careful and close-mouthed, on the lips.
He lets out a shaky breath when she pulls back, and now he's tense.
From the bedroom door, Mikey says, "Gee?"
She turns her head and smiles at Mikey. "Since I have to quit smoking, all you bitches are quitting, too."
"Yeah?" he says, and she can hear all the other questions in it.
"Yeah," she says, and something fierce and joyful and possessive jumps in his eyes.
He crosses the room in two strides and drops to his knees in front of her. He puts his hand on her thigh, the heel of his hand resting on Brian's knee, and it's there between them, this thing they've talked around since Gee called Brian instead of Mikey in Kansas City.
She leans down and kisses Mikey, wet and dirty, and she feels the heat and touch of Brian's body the whole time. But it's Mikey who breaks the kiss, who looks at Brian and says, "You should stay."
Brian closes his eyes for a second and nods.
Mikey pushes her legs apart and pops the button on her jeans, pulls them and her panties down to her ankles. He catches her eye as he leans in and drags the tip of his tongue over her clit. It's light, barely anything, and she rolls her hips up.
"Don't fuck around, Mikey," she growls, and he gives her a tiny smirk. "Please, not tonight, c'mon-"
He slides one long finger inside her. She's not wet enough, and it burns just right. She lets her head fall back against Brian's shoulder. Mikey licks her clit and the lips of her cunt, sloppy strokes around his fingers, not playing around anymore, giving her just what she needs. She can feel her orgasm coming up on her, a fast, giddy burn.
"Fuck, Mikey." Her hips buck up and Mikey turns his head to bite the inside of her thigh and that pushes her over. Mikey keeps his fingers inside her, stroking her through it.
When she stops shaking, she slides bonelessly off the couch to straddle Mikey's lap. He kisses her hard. "Want this," he says against her lips, his hand splayed over her belly. "Want you."
"Yes, yes," she says and kisses him back.
"Take your shirt off," he says, a little breathless, and his gaze shifts, looking over her shoulder. "So Brian can see your tits."
She hears Brian's sharp breath like an echo of her own, and Mikey helps her pull her t-shirt off, unhook and discard her ratty bra. He strokes his palms over her breasts and down the curve of her waist, and she grinds down against his cock, hard underneath his jeans.
She makes a frustrated sound. God, she's burning for it, for this.
"Shh," Mikey says, "here."
She fumbles her jeans all the way off while Mikey unzips.
"Like this-" Mikey says, but she's already moving, getting on her knees so she can brace her forearms on the couch.
She bites her lip and looks up through her lashes at Brian, mock-coy, and Brian whispers her name, eyes wide, pupils blown.
She grins at him, but it disappears fast, her mouth falling open as Mikey slams into her.
He fucks her hard and fast, denim scraping against her skin, hands bruise-tight on her hips. It's perfect.
Kiss me, she wants to say to Brian, but the words are tangled up and lost on a moan. She flails a hand out instead and Brian catches it, holds it, and she squeezes back hard.
Her head drops forward and she pants for breath. She's so close, if Mikey would just fucking...He slides one hand down from her hip, and as soon as he touches her clit she comes.
Mikey hisses out her name, forehead pressed against her back. He gives a couple more thrusts and then he's coming inside her.
She lets herself collapse against the couch, Mikey wrapped around her like a heavy, panting blanket. She feels warm and achy in the best way. She has one hand loosely curved against her belly, and she thinks they probably won't be able to do this much longer. She is surprisingly okay with that.
After a minute, Mikey turns his head, his cheek still pressed against her shoulder, and she knows he's looking at Brian.
She can't read Brian's face, but he's hard, his dick poking up against his sweatpants, already making a wet spot. She can feel the corner of Mikey's smile against her skin, and then he's shuffling over to kneel between Brian's legs.
He pulls down Brian's sweatpants, just enough to free his cock. Brian takes a deep breath but he doesn't say anything, and Gee doesn't let go of his hand.
"He's so pretty like this," she says almost dreamily, reaching out to brush Mikey's hair back behind his ear as he sucks Brian's cock. She hasn't watched him do this since he was a teenager, when they were still dancing around whatever this is.
Brian makes a soft, inarticulate noise. He's not going to last long.
Mikey pulls off, so his lips are just brushing the head of Brian's cock and says, "You can come on my face."
"Jesus, Mikey-"
Mikey presses a hand between Brian's legs and Brian shudders all over and comes.
Mikey waits for Brian to open his eyes again, and then licks his lips deliberately. Brian gives a little helpless laugh and wipes the come off Mikey's cheek.
Mikey grins back at him, and kneels up, tugging Brian down to kiss him, oddly sweet after everything they've done. They pull back and Gee can't figure out the look that passes between them.
"You should stay," Mikey says, and Brian nods.
Yeah, this is not one of those stories. But, hey, if any of this is your kink, you might enjoy it.
Brian/girl!Gerard/Mikey with bonus secret-hetcest-baby PWP
NC-17
1,880 words
Comment-fic for pearl_o
Gee drops the phone when her doctor tells her the lab results.
"But we're so careful," she says, when she finally gets the phone back to her ear.
"Well, call the Pope, it's a miracle. Because birth control is infallible." Gee's gynecologist can be a sarcastic bitch sometimes. It's why Gee likes her. Her voice softens. "Come back in and we can talk about your options."
"Right," Gee says numbly, "right," and makes an appointment with the receptionist.
She's still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her cell phone, when Mikey comes back. He's talking about something when he comes down into the basement, but he stops dead when he sees her face.
"Gee?" He drops to his knees in front of her, reaching out to touch her hand. "What's wrong?"
She could lie, tell him it's nothing, have the abortion and he'd never have to know. Or- "I'm pregnant."
Mikey's eyes go wide. "Shit, Gee," he says, and then he kneels up and hugs her hard.
She closes her eyes and buries her face in the curve of his neck.
Later, curled up together under the covers, she says quietly, "I just feel kind of dumb, you know?" Like she forgot that the laws of the real world applied to them.
Mikey's makes a negative noise against the back of her neck.
Her hand is pressed flat against her belly, even though all she can feel is her pulse. Mikey's hand is spread out over hers, the tips of his fingers brushing her t-shirt.
"What are you going to do?" Mikey asks.
"I don't-" It's fucked up, but it's her baby, Mikey's baby, and she can't, she doesn't want to- "What do you-"
Mikey shakes his head, and his arm tightens around her. "It's not, it's your body, it's not my place to say. Whatever you want to do, I'll back you."
She wants to tell him that's a fucking cop-out answer, but she knows that's not what he means, and anyway, the careful, almost reverent touch of his fingers against her stomach is answer enough. She nudges her fingers up between his and he curls his down against her palm, and they fall asleep like that, holding hands, like they did when they were kids.
She wakes up hours later, stiff and sleepy and vaguely nauseous, and she squirms carefully out of Mikey's embrace. She actually has the pack of cigarettes in her hand before she remembers, fuck, she can't smoke anymore.
And, okay, she's made her decision, she's not going to change her mind, but it's like the full weight of that choice comes crashing down on her now. So she does what she always does when she hits the end of her rope: she calls Brian.
He picks up after four or five rings and mumbles something into the phone.
"Brian," she says, and it comes out wobbly.
"Gee?" His voice is suddenly sharp and clear. "What's wrong?"
"I-" She chokes on everything she has to say, and nothing comes out.
"Okay," Brian says. "Where are you? I'll be there, hold on."
He makes her stay on the line while he drives over, and she feels kind of bad for scaring him like this. "It's okay, I'm not gonna, you know."
"Okay," he says, but doesn't hang up.
She goes outside to wait for him, sitting on the steps down to the basement, so she doesn't wake Mikey up.
He ends the call when he starts walking down the stairs. He stops one step above her, so he's a little taller. "Hey," he says softly, and brushes a strand of hair out of her eyes.
She bursts into tears, and everything she didn't want to lay on Mikey comes pouring out. Part of her is scared, but part of her is really happy, too, and that freaks her out even more. She explains all this to Brian's chest, but she's sure none of it is understandable.
He doesn't say anything, just wraps his arms around her and rubs her back.
Finally she's all cried out, and she feels better, tired and hollow but more peaceful. She wipes her face on Brian's t-shirt.
"Sorry," she says, sniffling. "Hormones."
"Do you need a fucking Midol?" Brian asks, and she smiles a little at the old joke, but it slips fast.
"Um, actually, I won't be needing a Midol for the next seven or eight months."
"Gee?"
She makes herself meet his eyes. "I'm pregnant."
"Okay. Are you going to keep it?"
"Yes," she tells him, and it feels good to actually say it.
Brian sighs. "Can we talk about this inside?"
They sit on the couch in the basement, and she hooks her knees over Brian's legs and rests her head on his shoulder while he talks about changing their touring schedule.
He runs out of words eventually, and Gee says, "Aren't you going to ask me who the father is?"
Brian shrugs the shoulder she's not leaning on. "I figure you'll tell me if you want me to know."
She bites her lip, then says it in a rush before she can change her mind. "It's Mikey. Mikey's the father."
Brian takes one deep breath, but he doesn't tense up or pull away. "Okay," he says again, and she snorts.
"Aren't you going to freak out about this?"
"I-guessed. Wondered." She looks up at him and he looks away, fast.
"Hey," she says, and cups his cheek in her hand. When he looks back at her, she leans up and kisses him, careful and close-mouthed, on the lips.
He lets out a shaky breath when she pulls back, and now he's tense.
From the bedroom door, Mikey says, "Gee?"
She turns her head and smiles at Mikey. "Since I have to quit smoking, all you bitches are quitting, too."
"Yeah?" he says, and she can hear all the other questions in it.
"Yeah," she says, and something fierce and joyful and possessive jumps in his eyes.
He crosses the room in two strides and drops to his knees in front of her. He puts his hand on her thigh, the heel of his hand resting on Brian's knee, and it's there between them, this thing they've talked around since Gee called Brian instead of Mikey in Kansas City.
She leans down and kisses Mikey, wet and dirty, and she feels the heat and touch of Brian's body the whole time. But it's Mikey who breaks the kiss, who looks at Brian and says, "You should stay."
Brian closes his eyes for a second and nods.
Mikey pushes her legs apart and pops the button on her jeans, pulls them and her panties down to her ankles. He catches her eye as he leans in and drags the tip of his tongue over her clit. It's light, barely anything, and she rolls her hips up.
"Don't fuck around, Mikey," she growls, and he gives her a tiny smirk. "Please, not tonight, c'mon-"
He slides one long finger inside her. She's not wet enough, and it burns just right. She lets her head fall back against Brian's shoulder. Mikey licks her clit and the lips of her cunt, sloppy strokes around his fingers, not playing around anymore, giving her just what she needs. She can feel her orgasm coming up on her, a fast, giddy burn.
"Fuck, Mikey." Her hips buck up and Mikey turns his head to bite the inside of her thigh and that pushes her over. Mikey keeps his fingers inside her, stroking her through it.
When she stops shaking, she slides bonelessly off the couch to straddle Mikey's lap. He kisses her hard. "Want this," he says against her lips, his hand splayed over her belly. "Want you."
"Yes, yes," she says and kisses him back.
"Take your shirt off," he says, a little breathless, and his gaze shifts, looking over her shoulder. "So Brian can see your tits."
She hears Brian's sharp breath like an echo of her own, and Mikey helps her pull her t-shirt off, unhook and discard her ratty bra. He strokes his palms over her breasts and down the curve of her waist, and she grinds down against his cock, hard underneath his jeans.
She makes a frustrated sound. God, she's burning for it, for this.
"Shh," Mikey says, "here."
She fumbles her jeans all the way off while Mikey unzips.
"Like this-" Mikey says, but she's already moving, getting on her knees so she can brace her forearms on the couch.
She bites her lip and looks up through her lashes at Brian, mock-coy, and Brian whispers her name, eyes wide, pupils blown.
She grins at him, but it disappears fast, her mouth falling open as Mikey slams into her.
He fucks her hard and fast, denim scraping against her skin, hands bruise-tight on her hips. It's perfect.
Kiss me, she wants to say to Brian, but the words are tangled up and lost on a moan. She flails a hand out instead and Brian catches it, holds it, and she squeezes back hard.
Her head drops forward and she pants for breath. She's so close, if Mikey would just fucking...He slides one hand down from her hip, and as soon as he touches her clit she comes.
Mikey hisses out her name, forehead pressed against her back. He gives a couple more thrusts and then he's coming inside her.
She lets herself collapse against the couch, Mikey wrapped around her like a heavy, panting blanket. She feels warm and achy in the best way. She has one hand loosely curved against her belly, and she thinks they probably won't be able to do this much longer. She is surprisingly okay with that.
After a minute, Mikey turns his head, his cheek still pressed against her shoulder, and she knows he's looking at Brian.
She can't read Brian's face, but he's hard, his dick poking up against his sweatpants, already making a wet spot. She can feel the corner of Mikey's smile against her skin, and then he's shuffling over to kneel between Brian's legs.
He pulls down Brian's sweatpants, just enough to free his cock. Brian takes a deep breath but he doesn't say anything, and Gee doesn't let go of his hand.
"He's so pretty like this," she says almost dreamily, reaching out to brush Mikey's hair back behind his ear as he sucks Brian's cock. She hasn't watched him do this since he was a teenager, when they were still dancing around whatever this is.
Brian makes a soft, inarticulate noise. He's not going to last long.
Mikey pulls off, so his lips are just brushing the head of Brian's cock and says, "You can come on my face."
"Jesus, Mikey-"
Mikey presses a hand between Brian's legs and Brian shudders all over and comes.
Mikey waits for Brian to open his eyes again, and then licks his lips deliberately. Brian gives a little helpless laugh and wipes the come off Mikey's cheek.
Mikey grins back at him, and kneels up, tugging Brian down to kiss him, oddly sweet after everything they've done. They pull back and Gee can't figure out the look that passes between them.
"You should stay," Mikey says, and Brian nods.