I finally wrote it...
Title: Untitled PWP
Dedicated to: Gecko and Amelia
POV: You = Mikey
Looking up from your laptop, you see Gerard standing in the doorway. The button of his pants is open, letting you catch a better glimpse of his underwear, even when his pants were already dangerously low. He cants his hip to the side and you notice his jeans slip further down, showing off yet more of what's underneath.
"Are those girls' underwear?" You ask, he just tilts his head one way, then the other. He steps forward into the room as you push up on your elbows into a mostly sitting position. He reaches behind him and pushes the door to, it stops about three inches from being completely closed. The room is too dim to see him properly, especially after staring at a computer screen for so long. You can feel him though, the dip at the end of the bed making you slide ever so slightly closer to him. You push up further and reach out as his arm grips your shoulder while the other pushes down into the mattress to avoid falling over.
His lips pressed tightly against yours, he sighs from his nose, the hot air ghosting over your upper lip. Parting your mouth slightly he follows suit, losing his leverage and slipping, he pushes you back as well. Your head hits the keyboard and you both pull away laughing and shoving the laptop out of the way before tugging a piece of his hair. He leans in again, but this time he just grabs the bridge of your glasses, taking them off and setting them near the laptop.
He settles back in though, his lips working with yours. His tongue hot and heavy and a little out of place in your own mouth. He tastes like nicotine and cold pizza, but you probably do too. You can feel the slightest bit of stubble above his upper lip right before he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You're heart's beating like a hummingbird.
You hear a snicker emit from somewhere in the semi-darkness, and Gerard pulls away immediately. "Frank?"
After a few minutes with no answer, he leans back in placing a soft kiss on your neck before attaching his teeth. It's strange in the way the tendons in your neck scrape against his teeth, but good as your blood pulses sweetly against his tongue. As he tilts his head back up to kiss you, stray pieces of his hair get in the way, another giggling sound is heard. Gerard groans in annoyance as you try to inconspicuously get his hair out of your mouth.
"Dammit, Frank. If that's you I'm gonna come kick your ass," More quiet laughter, and the sound of someone shushing it. You sit up, intending to go check out who's making the noise, but Gerard pushes you back down. "No, hey...just..ignore it."
"But Gerard-"
"Mikey...." The way he whispers it next to your ear give you goosebumps. He goes back to you neck, however careful not to leave a bruise. His right hand finds it's way to your zipper while the other one trails lightly across your hipbones, soothingly making you sigh. He pulls back suddenly at the murmur of voices from somewhere.
"I probably left the t.v. on earlier." He mutters, then he's back, attached to you at the lips. The kiss turns sloppy as he tugs at your belt loops, and you try to help without breaking apart. In the end, it's easier to just stop making out before trying to get your pants off, it's never stopped you from trying. Eventually you get things sorted out and he's kicking his jeans the rest of the way to the ground.
He shifts until your legs are wound together, and practically every inch of you both are touching. Pressed together like this always makes you feel whole, protected, loved. The pressure against your erection is always a plus as well. The room feels like a hot box, but really it's just a rise in body heat as he shifts against you discreetly. You press up into him the next time he shifts causing a low moan to slips into the air
You both lazily make out, continuing the slow rutting together, until you feel his fingers slip slightly until the very edge of your boxers. You let his fingers tease you just under your waistband until he presses his lower half against you again and says, "I-I had already...I mean, if you want to....We can-"
You catch on and nod though he probably can't tell, you're sure he catches on that you caught ton when you slide your fingers under his 'panties?'' you'd suppose you'd call them. You can't help but squeeze his bare cheek, feeling it tense under your caress. He shifts and sighs feeling your fingers then slip between his cheeks, pressing one against his hole. It quivers slightly before letting you easily slide in, he'd already prepared himself you finally realize.
He lifts his ass slightly, your finger slipping deeper into the warmth. You pull it out but quickly add it back with another, he pushes into your hand again. You're content with where this is, but he appears anxious for where it's going as he pulls your hand away and crawls across the bed. You can hear his rummaging and he quickly comes back with a condom.
You reach for it, but stop short when you catch him in the light from the laptop that's gone to it's screen saver. He's gnawing on the small foil package with his teeth angrily. You hold back a laugh when he finally rips the packaging in half, awkwardly spitting it back out. "There.." His speech sounds a little out of breath but triumphant.
He initiates a new kiss while he pulls your boxers down to your knees. He grabs the base of your cock, rubbing slightly, before quickly rolling the condom down. You kick your underwear the rest of the way off before tugging at his and pushing him back against the bed. He laughs lightly at your force, but helps get rid of the annoying underwear just the same. He also helps arrange the pillows to be comfortable before laying on his stomach, ass in the air.
You just lay across his back at first, letting your erection slide against him, teasingly. Gerard huffs before taking initiative, reaching behind himself and grasping you, guiding you to his entrance. You flick his ear for his impatience but start pressing in anyway. You don't think you'll ever get tired of the way if feels to be slowly engulfed by him.
You shift slightly after fully settling inside him, you feel him let out a breath you hadn't noticed he was holding. You pull out some, enjoying the wet friction as you glide back in. Gerard hums and you assume he does too. You repeat the action, angling down slightly getting closer, you know because this time he mumbles your name into the pillow beneath him. You pull back again, pushing in rougher, this time he just gasps.
A smile smile graces you lips as you build up a process; pull out, press in, get new response. Eventually finding the response where Gerard lets obscenities slip into a moan as he pushes back against you. Your breaths begin to get shallow while you feel the point of no return building and your brow collects sweat. You pick up pace, twisting your hips as he clamps down and your toes curl. The collective breathing in the room is shaky, labored, as everything but this one act gets shoved from your minds.
By now, Gerard's rubbing up against a pillow beneath him before presses back into you, small mutters of 'come oncomeonofuckplease' break the sounds of your breathing and the sound of skin on skin. A few more harsh thrusts and he shakes apart beneath you, you let go immediately, breath hitching high in your throat.
You both lay, presses together in a sheen of sweat and bliss before he shoves his elbow into your side and mutters for you to get off of him. You roll your eyes as you slip out of him and tie off the condom, throwing it in the direction of the trash can. You may or may not have fist pumped when it successfully made it in. You shove Gerard's shoulder to tell him, but he's already passed out. You're about to do the same when you remember having left your laptop on, you quickly tap it to shut it off and see the webcam's screen up, a very shocked and flushed Frank Iero sitting on the other side of the screen on his own camera.
He starts to speak in a rush but you just shut the computer off, you'll deal with that tomorrow. For now you curl up next to your brother and drift off wondering if Frank would ever consider joining the two of you sometime.
END.