Glam Junkie
Title-Glam Junkie
Pairing-Mikey&Gerard
Summary-Walking down the hall, slowly, deliberating on taking a left or just heading straight to the bathroom.
Last minute, you turn the knob....and step into his room.
Sequel to Devil's Night Radio
Disclaimer-I own the plot and the way the words are put together. Nothing more, nothing less.
Cut text is the title to an old obscure song that was on while I was cut-texting
It's 12:47 when Gerard wakes back up, still in his brother's bed. He groggily rolls over and out of the sheets, trudging to the small apartment kitchen for coffee before a shower. There's a pot of coffee sitting, warming, on the tray. Mikey always remembered to make a second pot before he left for work. Sitting down on the stained, second-hand couch life seems so normal. Gerard can almost forget what happens after his brother gets home, but then again he can't.
When the coffee pot runs dry you decide it's time to bathe, Gerard's not sure if he has in the past few days...he really should. The bathroom is down the hall, the door at the end past his brother's room. That's when Gerard remembers, in the tension of the time after Mikey shuts the front door and when She comes out to play, he had an errant thought.
It was a random flitting idea, but now alone in the apartment without much to worry about besides finishing his commissions and whether or not he'll have money for pizza later, that thought seems a good possibility. Walking down the hall, slowly, deliberating on taking a left or just heading straight to the bathroom. Last minute, he turns the knob....and step into Mikey's room.
Sometimes Gerard worris about how tidy Mikey appears to be, the only thing in the room out of place is the side of the bed Gerard had fallen asleep on. 'Where to start?'
Gerard walks over to the closet, sliding the left door to it open. Seeing faded black tee-shirts Mikey almost never wears, digging further back-old winter coats. Shoving all of these things aside you find what you came for. Small skirts, form fitting blouses, even a stray tube-top. Thumbing through the small collection of garments he comes across a lone pair of skinny jeans, they've got studding on the back pockets in the shape of a heart. He snags them off their hanger, though they're probably too small knowing Mikey's frame, and choose a random dark colored shirt with the words 'Glam Junkie' on it in some swirly writing. Gerard's brother's taste in clothing makes him wonder sometimes....but that's not the least of his confusion about him, not at all.
Tossing the clothes on the bed, Gerard looks back at the box on the top shelf. Then back across the room to the mirror, he doesn't need a wig...if anything he needs a haircut. Next, kneeling down by the dresser, Gerard tugs the drawer open to see all of the delicate pretty things he's seen his brother in and torn off of him-Her-too many times. He grabs a pair of lacy black underwear that, shuffling more items around, find it's matching padded camisole. 'These will do very nicely.'
Gerard kicks shut the dresser, and picks up the clothing on the bed, before heading to the bathroom. The shower lasts until the water gets cold again, most of it was spent contemplating what Gerard would do once he's got dressed. He turns the water off, and steps out onto the old rug on the floor, getting it soaked. Gerard quickly towels off his hair before grabbing the small piece of lace that someone labeled as underwear, 'Lingerie', he corrects himself.
They're tight, there's no questioning that. After a slight-ahem-re-adjustment, they fit a little better. It takes a good 15 minutes of fumbling to correctly figure out 'How the fuck does this go on?' and, 'Are those clasps? Why must there be clasps!?' when putting on the camisole. After that battle comes the one of getting into skinny jeans.
Shuffling, bumping, jumping, falling, sucking-in, and yelling angrily at inanimate objects comes along with this task. Somehow, they zip, and finally button. The shirt, Gerard thinks, is his favorite part. It involves sliding over his head and pulling down until is won't cover the smallest strip of skin above the jeans, simple.
Leaning over the sink and looking into the mirror Gerard wonders how long Mikey must have been doing this before he let him see. Chances are, not too long, he's a perfectionist and he's damn good at anything he tries.
Hair being mostly dry, Gerard goes back to his room and searches Mikey's things until he finds the brush. After what is yet another painful 15 minutes, his hair looks more presentable. It even flips up a little at the ends. Gerard starts the search for makeup, but come up short with just a tube of lipstick that had fallen under the dresser and a dull eyeliner pencil that was actually left out from last night.
At the mirror he attempts to be as precise as Mikey when applying the makeup, but he ends up smudging the eyeliner too much, and the dark red lipstick makes him rub his lips together at the feeling. Standing back, Gerard actually eyes himself up, 'Damn, I'm fucking sexy.' It's a little narcissistic, but it's the truth and everyone should know it.
That's when it hits him, 'I should go surprise Mikey at work...' It doesn't sound like a bad idea, no really, it doesn't. Then he also realizes 'Shoes.' Back to Mikey's closet he rummages around on the floor, no luck. He grabs boxes down from the top shelf until, 'Bingo!'
A pair of dark red pumps sit inside, he knew Mikey had some. The vague memory of sharp heels pressing into his back as he pressed into his brother. A shiver runs down Gerard's spine as he slides them on and attempts to stand back up.
Gerard makes it to the door after grabbing his keys without falling, he takes that as a sign to keep going. Gerard ends up kicking off the heels to drive, it's a long 5 minutes to get the office building of Eyeball Records.
Slipping the heels back on, and re-adjusting the small lumps of padding in the camisole, Gerard gets out of the car and walks inside. He'd been here a couple of times, about a year ago, there's not much reason to be at his brother's work place.
"Uhm, hello...is there some way I can help you?" The guy at the front desk asks, he's wearing a hat that you're sure isn't aloud at the offices and a slightly disgruntled expression.
"I'm here for Mikey-chael Way." Gerard answers back, he doesn't notice the voice being lower than it probably should be.
"He's on a conference call with someone from some band or whatever, so unless you had an appoi-" Gerard has to cut him off.
"I'll just go wait." Gerard strides past, the heels making him step a little awkwardly, but hopefully not noticeably. The man calls back at Gerard, something along the lines of 'You shouldn't go back there without permission' or some shit. Gerard doesn't care, realizing that this outfit makes him feel different, better. It makes him feel more confident, nothing bad could happen. Powerful, he can get anything you wants...or just take it. He kind of gets why Mikey does this now.
Walking down the hall he passes someone who whistles after him, then runs to catch up, falling into step.
"Well, well, well...anyway I could help you?" He asks, it almost annoys Gerard.
"I've got an appointment with Michael Way." It's replied with a small smirk.
"I think he's busy right now, but if you want, I can always-"
"Pete! Did Trohman get high in the supplies closet again!?" The receptionist with the hat calls from down the hall.
"I don't know, you're his mother!" Pete yells back, he turns toward Gerard, about to say something when another yell emits from the receptionist.
"Stop chasing tail and get your ass over here before I find something else you fucked up on and have to kill you!" Pete turned away almost sadly, and walked back towards the main entrance.
Gerard pushes on, finding the door with the small interchangeable name-plate declaring it to be his brother's office. It's small, pretty much an enclosed cubicle, but it's still an office. Gerard steps in, seeing him on the phone, so Gerard sits down at the chair across from the desk. He doesn't notice at first, he's talking and writing down information.
Gerard sits patiently, with a secret smile. He eventually looks up saying, "Hold on Frank, I think this guy Pete is-" then his eyes go wide, he is most certainly not Pete. Mikey sets the phone down on the desk, his expression runs from shocked to angry. "Gerard! What do you think you're doing here!? Dressed like-like-"
"Like Her?" He finishes, he doesn't feel guilty still, it must be the new-found confidence. Mikey gapes at him as Gerard stands up and walk around the desk. "You don't like it? Are you the only one who's aloud to do this?"
He doesn't answer, but he lets Gerard lean down and kiss his chapped lips, he's still in shock. When Gerard pulls away, Mikey slaps him. Hard, and across the cheek, it stings. Gerard ignores it, and leans down kissing him again, harder, putting one knee between his legs so Gerard could push closer against him still. He doesn't try and push away, his tongue slips inside his brother's mouth, the office chair shifts to the right hitting the desk.
Gerard has to pull back, breathe, and he takes in Mikey's appearance. He's flushed, straightened hair pushed around at odd angles already, his lips are stained red. Gerard geso back in, kissing his neck and tugging at his zipper. He still doesn't push back, he can't say no to Gerard. Sliding down between his legs, Gerard realizes he's practically under the desk.
Mikey's eyes are closed though as his hands trail lightly on Gerard's shoulders, then up into his hair. Gerard takes that as permission to tug at his pants, his boxer-briefs. Gerard reaches out and trails a finger from the head down, Mikey's breathing hitches. Gerard grasps onto him surely (he may be Her during sex, but She's still got his dick), giving him a few pumps before licking a strip from the base up, then back down. He whimpers lightly, Gerard kneels up higher to suck the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue.
He sets a steady rhythm, just a bit too slow for Mikey's liking, but he doesn't push up into his brother's mouth. Gerard still takes as much in as he can before sucking hard, Mikey finally lets a moan slip. Gerard keeps this up until he knows his brother's close. So close that Gerard can feel him pulsing in his hand as he squeezes. There's a sound of knocking on the door, Gerard sucks him harder, and he tugs Gerard's hair tightly, letting go without warning. Gerard tries to swallow and not gag as he hears the knob turn.
"Hey, Mikey I was wondering who..." It's Pete, his voice trails off as he catches sight of Mikey, breathing harsh with glazed eyes and a slight sheen of sweat. "Uhm...okay..." There's a pause before Pete says anything else, and the voice of the receptionist floats through the hall.
"Dammit Pete, Gabe's somehow got his tie stuck in the printer again, go fucking help him!" Pete yells something back along the lines of, 'Sir yessir, Mr.Stump sir!' before the door shuts. Gerard's still holding onto his brother, and he blushes lightly while tucking him away and helping close his pants.
When Gerard finally stands back up and flattens down his hair, Mikey finally speaks again, "We'll talk about this when I get home. Just....leave now."
Gerard does what he says, and as he closes the door he hears his brother, sounding thoroughly frightened, say "Oh god! I'm so sorry Frank..uhm...how much of that did you hear....!?" Gerard can't help the smirk.
On his way out of the office building, feeling very accomplished with himself, Gerard passes Pete and the receptionist. He winks at them with the smirk on his face, and just keeps walking. The last thing Gerard hears before he steps outside is Pete asking, "So..Patrick...ever had sex at work?"
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A/N: First thing I'd said I would write and actually did. That includes all schoolwork. I once again blame thelyricsoflove