Lover I Don't Have To Love
Title: Lover I Don't Have To Love
Author:abouliac
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Summary: No plot really, just a short bit of smut.
Disclaimer: I own no-one, this is pretend
Author's Note: Born from late night discussions and because Mikey looks like a dirty bastard these days :) Comments welcome
x-posted
"Not tonight Mikey" Gerard croaks, voice quiet and nervous. He doesn't mean it though, he just knows that Mikey prefers the chase.
"What do you mean not tonight, when did you get to decide?" Mikey growls, throwing his coat off and stretching into a yawn, his shirt riding up and exposing his stomach, Gerard inadvertantly licking his lips in anticipation.
'It's just I thought, maybe,'
'Maybe what, speak up you fuck,'
'I,' Gerard begins, standing up and taking a step towards Mikey, reaching out, hands on his shoulders, 'I just thought maybe we could leave it for tonight yeah? Just go to bed, keep it chilled,'
Mikey glares at the hands on his shoulders, the thumbs gently stroking back and forth. He looks into the mid distance and for a moment, Gerard wonders if perhaps this time it's worked, and he's going to back off. He's sure that's what he wants, but there's a twinge in his stomach suggesting otherwise.
'I don't think so,' Mikey says, fixing him straight in the eye, half raising his eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk, 'no rest for the wicked that's what they say right?'
Gerard nods and forces a small smile. Mikey sniggers dismissively and begins the slow process of undressing Gerard, all the while holding his gaze, looking at him with an expression that suggests nothing short of dismissive indifference, disgust even.
They break eye contact briefly to allow Mikey to tug the thin black t-shirt over Gerard's head, Gerard taking the few seconds to close his eyes and draw in a deep breath. He can't stop the hardness forming in his pants and tenses his thighs, wishing he didn't feel this way, yet enjoying the tight tingling.
Mikey tosses the shirt to the side and runs his fingers slowly down his brother's torso, the smirk still present. He clinically undoes the pants, pulling them and the blue plaid boxers down, lifting Gerard's ankles and sliding them away. He takes a moment to slide his hands up Gerard's legs and thigh, then caress his cock, enjoying feeling the uncontrollable twitch it causes.
'Turn around,'
Gerard obeys and turns, waiting. Then Mikey's lips are on his neck, biting more than kissing, one hand wrapping round his waist while the other thrusts fingers into his ass. Their bodies, Gerard's naked, Mikey's fully clothed, clash awkwardly against each other, Gerard starting to grunt and writhe.
Eventually Mikey gets fed up and pushes his brother forward, making him lean on the back of the armchair, the headrest pressing into his chest. He takes a step back and tugs urgently at his belt, whipping it off, accidentally cracking it on Gerard's ass, making him lurch forward, a long groan escaping his lips.
'Shut the fuck up,'
'Sorry,' he murmurs.
Mikey huffs and pushes his jeans to his knees, exposing himself, no underwear needed under spray on denim, and gives himself a quick caress, tipping his head back as he thumbs his head, lip bitten into his mouth. When he feels the strain in his balls, he spreads Gerard's ass, lining himself up before slamming in, no mercy, quick and hard. Gerard moans and lifts his head, Mikey reaching forward, gripping as much of the blonde tufts as he can, forcing the head forward, hips starting to rock violently.
'How d'ya like that you bitch, feel good does it, my cock tearing up your ass?'
Gerard tries to nod but his head is being gripped too tightly so he mutters an affirmative, breathing heavily.
'What was that? Answer me properly you fuck,'
'Y-yes, ugh, yes, it, it feels mmmngh, feelsgood,'
'Good,'
Mikey releases his hair and grips Gerard's hips with both his hands, pulling him into him with each thrust, Gerard now grunting and whimpering with each movement.
Mikey kicks his legs apart, forcing him even deeper, Gerard now not caring what he does to him because it just feels so good, his breath shallow as he barely holds in a violent, shuddering orgasm. It's not long before Mikey comes too, deep inside his brother, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his hips, mouth biting on his shoulder. They rest for a moment, then Mikey stands up, sliding out of Gerard then reaching down, pulling his pants up and running a hand through his sweat sodden hair.
'Put some fucking clothes on' he chastises, walking out with a swagger.
Author:abouliac
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Summary: No plot really, just a short bit of smut.
Disclaimer: I own no-one, this is pretend
Author's Note: Born from late night discussions and because Mikey looks like a dirty bastard these days :) Comments welcome
x-posted
"Not tonight Mikey" Gerard croaks, voice quiet and nervous. He doesn't mean it though, he just knows that Mikey prefers the chase.
"What do you mean not tonight, when did you get to decide?" Mikey growls, throwing his coat off and stretching into a yawn, his shirt riding up and exposing his stomach, Gerard inadvertantly licking his lips in anticipation.
'It's just I thought, maybe,'
'Maybe what, speak up you fuck,'
'I,' Gerard begins, standing up and taking a step towards Mikey, reaching out, hands on his shoulders, 'I just thought maybe we could leave it for tonight yeah? Just go to bed, keep it chilled,'
Mikey glares at the hands on his shoulders, the thumbs gently stroking back and forth. He looks into the mid distance and for a moment, Gerard wonders if perhaps this time it's worked, and he's going to back off. He's sure that's what he wants, but there's a twinge in his stomach suggesting otherwise.
'I don't think so,' Mikey says, fixing him straight in the eye, half raising his eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk, 'no rest for the wicked that's what they say right?'
Gerard nods and forces a small smile. Mikey sniggers dismissively and begins the slow process of undressing Gerard, all the while holding his gaze, looking at him with an expression that suggests nothing short of dismissive indifference, disgust even.
They break eye contact briefly to allow Mikey to tug the thin black t-shirt over Gerard's head, Gerard taking the few seconds to close his eyes and draw in a deep breath. He can't stop the hardness forming in his pants and tenses his thighs, wishing he didn't feel this way, yet enjoying the tight tingling.
Mikey tosses the shirt to the side and runs his fingers slowly down his brother's torso, the smirk still present. He clinically undoes the pants, pulling them and the blue plaid boxers down, lifting Gerard's ankles and sliding them away. He takes a moment to slide his hands up Gerard's legs and thigh, then caress his cock, enjoying feeling the uncontrollable twitch it causes.
'Turn around,'
Gerard obeys and turns, waiting. Then Mikey's lips are on his neck, biting more than kissing, one hand wrapping round his waist while the other thrusts fingers into his ass. Their bodies, Gerard's naked, Mikey's fully clothed, clash awkwardly against each other, Gerard starting to grunt and writhe.
Eventually Mikey gets fed up and pushes his brother forward, making him lean on the back of the armchair, the headrest pressing into his chest. He takes a step back and tugs urgently at his belt, whipping it off, accidentally cracking it on Gerard's ass, making him lurch forward, a long groan escaping his lips.
'Shut the fuck up,'
'Sorry,' he murmurs.
Mikey huffs and pushes his jeans to his knees, exposing himself, no underwear needed under spray on denim, and gives himself a quick caress, tipping his head back as he thumbs his head, lip bitten into his mouth. When he feels the strain in his balls, he spreads Gerard's ass, lining himself up before slamming in, no mercy, quick and hard. Gerard moans and lifts his head, Mikey reaching forward, gripping as much of the blonde tufts as he can, forcing the head forward, hips starting to rock violently.
'How d'ya like that you bitch, feel good does it, my cock tearing up your ass?'
Gerard tries to nod but his head is being gripped too tightly so he mutters an affirmative, breathing heavily.
'What was that? Answer me properly you fuck,'
'Y-yes, ugh, yes, it, it feels mmmngh, feelsgood,'
'Good,'
Mikey releases his hair and grips Gerard's hips with both his hands, pulling him into him with each thrust, Gerard now grunting and whimpering with each movement.
Mikey kicks his legs apart, forcing him even deeper, Gerard now not caring what he does to him because it just feels so good, his breath shallow as he barely holds in a violent, shuddering orgasm. It's not long before Mikey comes too, deep inside his brother, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his hips, mouth biting on his shoulder. They rest for a moment, then Mikey stands up, sliding out of Gerard then reaching down, pulling his pants up and running a hand through his sweat sodden hair.
'Put some fucking clothes on' he chastises, walking out with a swagger.