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Author: zmphony
Title: Diary Desires 4/5
Pairing: Mikey/Gerard, Frank/Ray
Rating/Warning(s): incest, sex, masturbation, and mad gaming.
Disclaimer: This is not as corny as it sounds. Well. Maybe it is. Read!
Summary: Curiosity killed the cat, so what will it do to Gerard when he finds his brother hiding a secret diary?
A/N: All chapters are at my journal, and again, sorry for the delay, got some weird shizzle going down on zmphony's world XD anyways, fourth chapter, the one you've been waiting for. Enjoy^^
"Well good evening folks and welcome to the 92.1 fm, STFU," The radio host announced, speaking ninety miles a minute, his eyes blinking down at his script every two seconds,"Tonight we have some very special guests from a band hailing from East Coast New Jersey, give a warm welcome Ray Toro, Frank Iero, and Bob Bryar from My Chemical Romance."
There was a brief applause in the studio, the band members waving faintly, as if the count of their many interview experiences was one to hide under their smiles, like secret lines of aging; you could only see them if they wanted you to, but no matter what, you knew they were there.
"How are you guys doin tonight?" The host asked, as the cheers died down.
"Good", "Great", Spectacular" the three companions chorused in response, and you can decide who was exaggerating or not.
"Great, great, so how's the band doin?" The host continued, his New York-sounding accent elaborating his syllables quite heavily.
"Uh..."They all exchanged look at each other, thinking over the current predicaments with 'the band'. Currently, Ray was coping with Frank as his new boyfrend-which wasn't too bad-Mikey was cheating on HIS boyfriend Willy with his own brother, Gerard was-at the moment-on sex drugs while screwing his younger sibling(as far as the band knew,anyways), Bob was taking hiring a therapist(particularly a religious one)into serious consideration, and Frank just wanted everything on video tape.
"Great, things are, uh, really great." Was the answer, Bob being the only one to not back-up that answer.
"So I see only three of you here," The host said, "Where's, uh, Jared and that other one?"
Ray cleared his throat before he spoke, "Well Gerard and Mikey"-the interviewer apologized-"are at the hotel right now actually," He explained.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, they're feeling kinda sick." Ray replied.
"Oh, they're sick alright." Bob muttered, making Ray glare at him and Frank kick him from under the table.
"Yeah," Ray continued, giving Bob and Frank a look before elaborating,"They've come down with a bad case of inces-I mean indigestion, and uh, yeah they decided to stay in for it."
He gave the host a convincing smile while mentally slapping himself as the interviewer cocked an eyebrow at the band, his smile staying relunctantly on his face. "Well I hope they get better soon,"The host said, quite tonelessly.
"Yeah, we all do." Bob said in all seriousness, looking off into space depressingly.
Frank shook his head, pinching the sides of his nose tensely, while Ray sighed. The interviewer didn't have the smallest clue, and decided that he'd better stick to the questions he'd written down on the paper than the ones buzzing through his head.
"So tell us about the tour...."
Back At The Hotel....
"Do you know what this is, Mikey?" I asked, holding up the glinting, silver, circular metal object for my little brother to see. The compact, adjustable, ring-like contraption shined like a wedding band--only this was the kind of band men didn't wear on their fingers, and not alot of men liked to wear this band at all. But the man that I planned to put this ring on was staring up at the almost glowing object in mix of anxiety and excitement. His eyes sparkled at me, all glossy and gorgeous.
He nodded his head slowly in reply to my question. I smirked at him in a pleased sort of way, then leaned down close to his face, and whispered;
"If you're a good boy, and do everything big brother says, i'll take it off..." I told him, letting his eyes catch a quick glimpse of the tool before I brought it down to his hard, almost fully-erect cock. I watched as his length twitched anxiously, biting his lip at the feel of the toy being barely an inch away. Bringing it down, I slid it around the beginning of his member.
"Ah-ow..." He winced, as it clicked 3 times to the adjusted tightness I set it to be.
"...But for now," I gave it more click for good measure,"It stays on."
He bit his lip to keep from emitting any pained and/or pleasured (maybe both) noises. Once it was set and done, I sat back and observed the position I had placed him in. A smooth, comfortable but thick rope was tied around his wrists, keeping his wrists bound to the head board securely. He had no escape.
After doing so, I plopped down on his lap, looking down at him quite happily. "Comfortable?" I inquired, tilting my head at him. He swallowed, then nodded as if he couldn't do otherwise. I could feel his elated, inflated, longing dick brush up against my lower back. I smiled, then kissed him, slow and hard. He pushed into the kiss wantingly, but I pulled away with a tease. His eyes were begging for more.
"Get on your knees." I ordered, sharply. He consented without question, turning his wrists from within his bounds so they angled with his body.
His head hing from between his shoulderblades, his behind sloping up at me, looking almost as if he was bowing to the headboard.
"Do you want this?" I asked, grasping his cheeks firmly and squeezing them so. He moaned something incomprehendable, the pushed back into my touch. Unsatisfied, I raising my hand high, then smacked his innocent ass with a sting. He shrieked, then groaned almost lavishly.
"Do you want this?" I repeated, more stern.
"Fuck yes, please Gee..." He rushed to answer, breathing erratic.
SLAP! came down with barely a hiss of hesitation, that snap of heat rippling in his nerves at the strict contact. He moaned sharply, almost like a light scream.
"Gee! more, please, more..." He pleaded, preading out his knees and hightailing himself towards me, as if offering himself unto me.
I spanked him harder, making a satisfied red rise to his skin, almost a perfect imprint of my wide palms and nimble fingertips. His hands tugged relentlessly at the ropes for freedom to his aching, pleading cock. Continuing, I increased my speed and amount of pain with each blow. He seemed to drink it all in, like a dry plant on a rainy day; the thunder and lightening just made it better. His screams got so embarrassingly loud he forced to bite down on the cottony pillow to muffle the sound. Although I wished he hadn't. My dick had gotten so hard from his desperate moans and helpless, feeble whimpers. Albeit the surpressed groans coming from the pillow were also very hot...
By now, his ass had adopted an undiscovered shade of vermillion-ish pink. I rubbed my hands, heated from spanking, against his bleedingly blushing cheeks.
He moaned weakly, but I wasn't through with him. I wasn't even close. Leaning down, I bit down on the side of his neck, licking and sicking until a pink glaze came over the skin. "Tell me how you feel," I told him, between soft bites and kisses, "tell me how every part of you feels."
"I-oh fuck, I feel hot, really hot..." He breathed heavily.
"How about your nice, little, red ass?" I said, my teeth pushing against the skin of his neck erogenously, sucking sweetly.
"Mmm- it stings when you-"He gasped as I nipped a piece of his precious skin, the vibrant, fresh red seeping through warmly-"When you touch it."
"And what about your hard...throbbing...sweaty cock?" I asked, placing a torrid kiss between each adjective to elaborate the question.
He breathed as if he has jsut got done doing a thousand push-ups, and shoved his ass against my palms feverishly.
"It's-uhh-it's fucking, oh Gee, ah, it-it's really, really, ugh-"
Another SLAP! made him speak correctly.
"Ah! Fuck it hurts, it hruts so much," He near shouted in somewhat of a strangled pleasure, passion, "It hurts, but it feels so fucking good..."
"Don't worry baby," I said, one hand slipping from his rear and falling on his sac, hidden between his thighs, "Gee knows what you want. You'll get it soon."
He cursed as I stroked his balls relaxingly, gripping them and squeezing gently, trying to calm the nerves I had just set on fire.
"Mmm Gee, that feels- oh yes..." He murmured, rocking himself into my touch. I dipped my head to where my hand was residing, then replaced my hand with my tongue, sliding it up and down in a pattern. It drove him mad, sputtering and stuttering broken strings of an orgasmic tune. Trailing my tongue upwards, it slowly reached his entrance, licking around it teasingly. He whined softly for me, sounding pathetically desperate. Placing my hands on his thighs, I pushed my tongue inside of him. He immediately sprung, his breath caught in his throat while his tongue couldn't seem to make out a real words.
I moved it around in him, swiveling and twisting, then bobbing my head back and forth. Oh, he loved it. And so did I. My cock was practically spazzing from its unyeilding stiffness. I moaned as my hand brushed, feeling its rigidness.
Pulling the short muscle out of his ass, I dragged it up his tailbone, then steadily flipped him over his back. His face was almost as red as his ass, and he was bleeding on the left side of his lower lip, no doubt from gnawing at it untamely. I crawled up to him, his chest heaving back and forth as he stared up at me with perfectly round eyes, blinking moistly.
"You know what I want you to do baby." I said in a shallow voice, aligning my mid-section with his face. He licked his lips desirably, swiping away some of the blood leaking down to his chin, and looked down at my erect organ. He had his legs spread out in front of him, making his incredibly solid dick (which looked like it was about to bust out of the ring's hold at any instantaneous second) very, very noticeable. His uscles flexed, the sweat lubricating his arms and abs glistening, and the way his hair framed his face, and his eyes burnt with an almost hateful passion and want for me made my hard-on pulse severely for his crimson lips. Before I moved to send my erection full on into his mouth, he wrapped his mouth around me, sucking fiercely and spitefully, his teeth scraping the skin a few times, sending spine-tingling sensation into my nerves. I took in a low breath at the feel of his mouth around me, it was warm, wet, soft, and almost like exploring a cave. Except it was a hot, sexy, saliva filled cave called Mikey. I wasn't gonna last long, needless to say.
"Oh-fuck, Mikey..." I groaned, thrusting into his liquidy utopia. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked on my head, his tongue dabbing the slit curiously. I gripped the headboard tightly. He ran his tongue along the underside of my length and moaned lightly, his vibrations making me spaz against his lips. He kissed up and down the side of my now wet, slightly pink, sensitive member, looking up at with hazy, narrow, maudlinly fiery eyes, beaming like lasers up at me, never leaving my own.
"Fuck my mouth." He ordered, his tone husky and almost murderous.
I blinked at him. "What?:
"Fuck my mouth, Gerard." He repeated his tone stern, "Fuck it, please."
I didn't hesitate to make him repeat. Again. I took handfuls of his silky hair and shoved my cock into his mouth. He moaned ardently when it hit the back of his throat, gagging only slightly before his eyes rolled backwatds like he was intoxicated, while I propelled in and out of him repeatedly. His moans turned into breathless whimpers and gasps for air, which I hardly allowed. He closed his eyes complacently, moaning and whimpering softly, while I drove faster.
I gripped his hair tighter, as my other reached behind me and found his boner. My fingers engulfed it with much pressure, making him moan so loud it could be classified as a scream. I guess MDMA and cock-rings really make you appreciate life. I roped my hand around his beating hard-on and slid it upways and down, watching his expression change to a high kind of exstasy-filled look. He kept on m,oaning too, as long as my hands stayed in contact with his dick.
But I was close. Oh God I could feel it, rising up in me.
"Fuck," I spat, biting my lip and clenching at his dick. He knew what I meant and began to pushing his hips, the best he could, into my hand.
Oh, I was done, one trust, two, four, then--"Angh!" I groaned, cumming hard and gratifyingly into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow, since I wasn't pulling out till he did. I then de-clenched my suffocating grip on his cock, and slipped to the ring enabling him to release.
At the same as I pulled out, I unclicked! the ring, much with the thankful exhale from Mikey. "Oh...baby..." He sighed, as I leaned down to kiss him, letting him taste the inside of himself, while I got a mouthful of my discharge. His jaw was weak, I could feel it, but his body was still as charged as before, the same desire for release. It wasn't even a minute before my dick began to twitch and pricked up back into action as well. I began kissing him harder as my senses heated up again. I held his neck with my hands, his lips soft and chaste, blissfully, just blissfully.
"Fuck me." He said in one breath, between tongue-tangled kisses, "Fuck me now."
I wasted no time in drawing his legs high up my waist, him arching his back towards me, and, in a heated embrace and explosion of relief, we were unified.
"Gee," He cried softly, as I pushed myself in fully, "Oh, Gee, you're-ohh so big..."
I reached up as I rocked myself with in and out of my brother, then frantically began to untie him. His arms flung around my neck as soon as they were free, pulling me down and close to him desperately. I kissed his neck hotly, thrusting hard with gusto. He moaned over-erotically, then brought one of his hands down to his uberly hard cock, pumpinh himself erratically. While I fucked him raw and animal-like, he vocalized his pleasure--half from me and half from his satisfiedly pulsing dick--in an almost pron star manner. God, it was hot. It only made me work him faster, searching for that one spot I knew would make him go mad. It wouldn't be too long--he was already as drunk as ever with ecstastic fulfillment.
"Fuck, Gee, yes, yeah,,,"
I hadn't even stretched him out before. Damn, I must've forgot. I'll get to that later...
Looking down, I toko his hand away from his shaft (much with a pained whine from Mikey), and replaced it with mine. Oh, he was so needy. It was amazing.
I roped my hand tightly around him, and pumping him in tune with my thrusts. No doubt the residents in the hall could hear us. Probably the whole fucking hall, too. It turned me on knowing people were losing sleep because of us, I didn't care though. Mikey deserved this, and I needed to give him what he deserved. He made a rough effort in keeping his legs tied around my waist, making a simple task look inconceivably difficult. He dragged his nails down my back and bit on the side of my neck, his string of moans and whimpers seemingly pausing when his lips sunctioned to my skin.
"Fuck, Mikey, you feel so good," I panted, pushing hard into his tight ass, "Just like I knew you would."
He just begged me to faster in return, and I gladly obliged. Without warning, I turned him over, onto kis knees again, and continuid, keeping my hand in the same place it was before; jerking him off in an ardent passion. His fingers nearly ripped the sheets he had gripped them so hard. He tried steadying his voice, but the attempt was fugile. I guess he had been wanting, needing this for so long, the gratification that came along with finally having it was untameable.
Then again, neither was he. Later on into the night, he had me pinned down, straddling me, riding me as if I was a beast. He kissed ne while doing so, his lips trailing down to my hardened nipples and sucking them sweetly, like a kitten napping milk. Then, at a different time, he had himself pulling almost a back-bend over my cock. My God, he was relentlessly wild. But so was I.
At one point, after fingering (more like fisting) and stretching, I had him bent over the side of the mattress, fucking him like a dog. Another time, I shoved him against a wall and fucked him standing up. And at a dellusional time, I fucked him with a dildo-but that didn't last long.
Hormones were flying everywhere, bouncing off the walls in our systems and turning cartwheels in our nerves, a force unstoppably potent.
Hell, I even let my brother fuck me. And I gotta say, it wasn't bad at all...
"Mikey, baby fuck," I moaned loudly, "Fuck me harder, give Gee what he wants...."
He propelled deeper, shoving himself in and out like a door that wouldn't close. He smacked and [inched my ass kinkily, and made me spill all over myself.
That night was the longest, most magical night i'd ever experienced. It was almost like going to disneyland for the first time; a dream come true.
I'll never forget his facial expression when I hit that special, weet place inside his own little G-spot (no pun intended), or when he came.
Pained, satisfied, blissful, and most of all, content.