Shot To Remember [Gerard/Mikey]
Title: Shot To Remember
Author: vampire_heart/insomniacs_home
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Incest, dub-con, aggressive Ger.
AN: Written while listening to the Black Parade with an over-active Gerard muse and bad thoughts.
For my Maria.
And just because every one in the MCR comms rock.
Summary: But with pent up adrenaline, and a surge to his heart, it was bad for him to be around Mikey when these thoughts surfaced.
It always happened on the stage, things just got to him. The thrum of the crowd, the screaming and the performing. It just got the blood pumping and adrenaline racing in some not so healthy ways.
Well, that wasn’t really true, it wasn’t that the adrenaline or blood was to blame, although blood factored into it. But with pent up adrenaline, and a surge to his heart, it was bad for him to be around Mikey when these thoughts surfaced.
If he said he didn’t know when the thoughts of Mikey started, he’d be lying. And his mama didn’t raise no liar. Suppressing his feelings, his abnormal feelings, for his little brother and lying were two different things. So that didn’t count.
Gerard’s feeling made themselves known right after Mikey came out of puberty. After that awkward phase where he was between being a man and the boyish thing that seemed to stay with him. It had come on so suddenly, one minute Mikey would just be his slightly annoying but fairly cool little brother and the next he’s Gerard’s very cute, fuckable and adorable baby brother.
It didn’t even seem to bother him that this was his little brother, and what he was considering, fantasising about was illegal in more states that it was legal. Then there was the fact that it was a morally wrong act, a sin, something that few people would tolerate or understand. But Gerard knew it was there.
His affection’s for Mikey we more than just brotherly.
But here and now, with Mikey and him in one dressing room, the other three somewhere down the hall due to storage issues, Gerard wasn’t sure just how much he’d be able to handle. Mikey babbled insistently about something inane while shedding his jacket, I wasn’t that Mikey was annoying, possibly the opposite, it was just that, Gerard had a whole host of other things that Mikey could be doing with that pretty mouth of his, like screaming out his big brother’s name.
“Are you even listening to me Ger?” Mikey asked with a laugh, standing in front of Gerard with a white t-shirt and his drummer boy pants. It was the small smirk on his face that undid Gerard though; that little half smile that was both making fun of him and tells him he was slightly miffed that he was being ignored.
In an instant, Gerard had Mikey pressed against the closed door, pushing his own body against Mikey’s, almost relishing that frightened little squeak that escaped before the nervous little laugh came.
“Funny, Ger, you could’ve just said no.” But Gerard didn’t move when Mikey gave a pathetic little shove to move away. The grin on the elder brother brought back that frightened look in Mikey’s eyes. “Gerard, move.”
Gerard smirked again, one hand moving to grab Mikey’s slender wrists in his hand, moving them above them both and pinning Mikey there. Half hearted struggling was all the resistance he met, indicating that Mikey wasn’t entirely impartial to their proximity. Gerard moved to press his face to Mikey’s cheek, inhaling the familiar scent labelled ‘Mikey’ in his mind. The younger male’s body was stiff, rigid as Gerard’s free hand slid up over the white shirt, up a delicate neck to caress a cheek before tangling in short, dark hair.
“Gee?” The nickname was whispered against his own cheek, Mikey’s breathe hitting his neck as Gerard nuzzled into his younger brother’s ear. When Gerard moved his torso forward, pressing his lower body against Mikey’s he wasn’t surprised to find that Mikey was half hard and struggling not to moan. Gerard smirked lightly, knowing then that he had Mikey, there wasn’t much doubt in his mind and all he had to do was convince Mikey that he wanted this just as much.
Gerard kissed at Mikey’s neck, licking and nipping slightly, just to get a reaction out of his little brother. His free hand strayed lower than Mikey’s shirt, palming that the slowly hardening bulge beneath the dark pants. Mikey struggled to get his wrists free, although half-heartedly, before Gerard moved again, this time kissing Mikey properly, open mouth and invading tongue.
Ger knew that Mikey wouldn’t bite him, sweet little Mikey would never do that to his big brother, not to Gerard. If it had been anyone else, and Gerard would bet his bottom dollar on this, Mikey would’ve fought relentlessly and screamed the place down, even if he appeared shy and quiet, Mikey had one hell of a pair of lungs on him. But no, Mikey wouldn’t draw attention to this; Mikey wouldn’t hurt Gerard in any way. So, when Ger’s tongue pressed into Mikey’s, tangling lightly and tasting his little brother, he was pleasantly greeted with the tentative press back from Mikey. Not too obvious, it could’ve been an inner debate to bite or push the tongue from his mouth, but it was there. A soft push of tongue to tongue and Mikey leaning into Gerard just a little bit.
That was until Gerard’s hand reached inside Mikey’s pants, pulling the button apart, the zipper down and reaching inside to cup that now hard erection. Who would’ve thought Mikey had a submissive/dominant kink? But the instant Gerard’s fingers wrapped around Mikey’s hardened cock, the younger one tore his mouth away from Gerard, eyes clenched shut, a broken whimper escaping his throat as he burrowed his head into the crook of his elbow, arms still held over his head, and bit down on his lip.
Gerard smiled at the beauty of it.
The elder Way smirked as he placed light kisses on Mikey’s throat, his hand stroking at the erection as he watched the changes in expression over the young face in front of him.
“Ger,” it wasn’t the unsure voice of earlier, it wasn’t the frightened question either. It was a plea, a soft, whining plea. “We can’t,” Mikey’s speech, which Gerard could predict would include the words, wrong, brothers and bad, was cut off by a strangled moan as Gerard twisted his thumb over the head of Mikey’s cock in such a manner that a shudder ran through the body pinned against the door. “God.”
Gerard chuckled into Mikey’s ear. “You can call me Gerard.” He whispered lightly, bringing his hand down, finally releasing Mikey’s arms. Both of the freed hands went straight to Gerard’s shoulders, not pushing as such, more like clutching, as Gerard continued to jerk Mikey off and watch as the pleasure built and was shown on Mikey’s face. This time, when Gerard brushed the nail of his thumb over the slit of Mikey’s cock, the younger couldn’t contain the cry, the moan of pleasure breaking free of Mikey’s throat as his head fell backwards against the door. “That’s it, just let go.” Gerard murmured, one hand in Mikey’s pants while the other moved to remove the white t-shirt, pulling it over Mikey’s head but not completely over his arms. Crossing it over and pressing it backwards, Gerard left Mikey with his arms caught behind him in his shirt.
“Gee, please,” just the two words pushed Gerard forward, particularly the soft sob at the end of his nickname. With one push, Mikey’s pants were around his ankles, boxers following as Gerard dropped to his knees in front of his brother. Mikey whimpered again, biting his lip and watching Gerard slowly take the head of his cock into his mouth. Gerard smirked again, his eyes linking with Mikey's, not breaking contact even as the silky hard flesh slid down his throat. Mikey moaned, struggling slightly above Gerard as the elder took his time slowly suckling and tracing his tongue along viens. Gerard pulled away as Mikey pushed himself off the wall, a frustrated noise coming from him, but that was when the white shirt was thrown across the room, Mikey's hands moving hesitantly to Gerard's hair.
It was the last hint that Gerard needed. As much as he wanted this, there was no way Gerard would push if Mikey really, truly and honestly didn't want it. With a smile on his face, Gerard took a loose grip on Mikey's hips and went back to what he was previously doing. Taking the full length of Mikey's erection into his mouth Gerard moaned around it, losing himself in the sensation of Mikey's fingers tangling in his short hair. He'd dyed it back to black a few weeks ago, Mikey insisting that, although he understood why it happened, it didn't suit Gerard as much as the black. So, as with almost everything else in life, Gerard appeased Mikey, changing back to his trademark black hair.
"God, Gee," Mikey's voice was so sweetly high it was almost like he was a kid again, but those thoughts were chased away when the hips under Gerard's hands started to thrust slightly, just little stabs of movement, and Gerard could tell that Mikey was holding back again. The small whimpers, little grunts and the occasional whisper of his name told Gerard that although giving in, Mikey was no where near accepting. Which meant his job was not yet done. Gerard pulled away, standing up fast and pressing the length of his body against Mikey's, getting that startled look back on his little brother's face. "Gerard?"
Gerard didn't reply, instead pressing his lips to Mikey's harshly, forcing Mikey's head back against the door and taking complete possession of his mouth. Mikey grunted against Gerard, hardly moving but his hands gripping to sharp hip bones. Gerard pulled away long enough to get his clothes off, throwing them behind him and not caring at all for where they fell. Both males were breathing harshly, Mikey biting on his lower lip again as Gerard moved away from him before quick returning with his prize in his hands. Baby oil. The baby oil that Frank used after playing so his skin didn't tear or go rough. Gerard smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way as he pressed one, soft and chaste kiss to his brother's lips, Mikey moving with Gerard as he pulled away.
With some manouevering they got Mikey out of his pants and boxers comepletely, removing the tangled up items from around Mikey's feet. Carefully, with Mikey bracing himself against the door with his hands this time, Gerard spread the oil over his hands before cautiously pressing at Mikey's ass hole, hating the indrawn breathe that it pulled from his little brother. Mikey pushed back when Gerard pulled away, another whimper hinting at his impatience and convincing Gerard to continue. With more than a liberal amount of oil over his fingers, Gerard pushed one finger against the puckered entrance again, the slick oil made the entrance all that more easier, and soon Gerard had his finger pressed into Mikey's tight heat up to his second knuckle. Mikey pushed back further, mumbling incoherantly and looking over his shoulder. Gerard just smiled, placing a kiss to Mikey's cheek and then his spine before wiggling his finger to loosen up Mikey's muscles, withdrawing and reinserting a few times before withdrawing completely and adding a second finger. Mikey hummed his approaval, Gerard's name getting lost in the breathy whisper.
"More," Mikey thrust his hips forwards and backwards, leaning his head against the door and moaning almost wantonly. "Please Gerard, I need more." Gerard shushed Mikey, smiling as he pressed his fingers in deeper, feeling Mikey loosen up and take more with every stroke. With a hand on Mikey's spine, Gerard withdrew his fingers one last time. It was easy to slick his own cock, stroking the remaining oil from his hand to his erection before lining up behind Mikey.
"Ready?" Gerard took a hold of Mikey's hip, his other hand steadying himself as he pressed slowly for entrance. Mikey managed to relax around Gerard, the slick oil more than enough to dull the burn but left Mikey with the feeling of being filled still, and Gerard knew that he'd never fit anywhere like he did with Mikey. When Gerard was finally pressed fully within Mikey the pair just stood there for a moment, Mikey still bracing himself on the door with both hands, his elbows leaning against the frames for more support, but Gerard had one hand entwined with Mikey's while the other was snaked around a thin waist, holding tightly as if Mikey would be snatched away if he didn't. Gradually Gerard started a rhythm, thrusting to a beat in his head, or the sound of their hearts or even just the sound of the clock on the far away wall, he didn't know which, all he knew was it wasn't enough, it wouldn't ever be enough.
As Mikey started to meet each of Gerard's thrusts, the pace quickened, the force increased and soon Gerard found himself clutching to Mikey's hip hard enough to leave a bruise while he thrust frantically into his little brother, Mikey's moans and pleas mingling with the slap of skin against skin. Heavy breathing and rumbled moans reverberating around the room, Gerard pressing as close to Mikey as he could without breaking what he had of a rhythm. With each upward thrust Gerard managed to stroke Mikey's prostate, this in turn earned a ragged cry from Mikey as he had little energy for anything but the sound torn from his throat. The thrusting pace was joined by Gerard taking Mikey in hand, stroking the neglected erection in an off set pace that didn't match with anything, flooding Mikey with more sensations.
The second Mikey's muscles clenched, Gerard felt it. The tightness around him constricted like a vice, with each thrust it pushed him closer and closer to the same edge Mikey was seconds away from falling over. And when that happened, Mikey bit through his lip trying to stay quiet. All that sounded from Mikey's release was the hushed moan of Gerard's name and the sound of Mikey's cum hiting the door. Gerard followed after a few more thrusts, the tightness and sounds throwing him to release. Moaning against Mikey, Gerard let go, biting Mikey's shoulder and mumbling his love for the younger Way.
It took no less than five minutes for Gerard to recover enough of his sense to pull away from Mikey to make sure there was no undo damage. A further ten minutes and Mikey's swollen and abused lip was being tended to. Twenty minutes and an arguement over clothes later and they were both heading to the tour bus, resigned to listening to Ray bitch about their inability to change quickly. Thirty minutes and they were asleep in one of the bunks, Mikey's hand securely in Gerard's.
Comments are love.
Con-Crit is always welcome and encouraged.
You know what it contains, don't like, don't read. Simple.
Thanks as always.
Author: vampire_heart/insomniacs_home
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Incest, dub-con, aggressive Ger.
AN: Written while listening to the Black Parade with an over-active Gerard muse and bad thoughts.
For my Maria.
And just because every one in the MCR comms rock.
Summary: But with pent up adrenaline, and a surge to his heart, it was bad for him to be around Mikey when these thoughts surfaced.
It always happened on the stage, things just got to him. The thrum of the crowd, the screaming and the performing. It just got the blood pumping and adrenaline racing in some not so healthy ways.
Well, that wasn’t really true, it wasn’t that the adrenaline or blood was to blame, although blood factored into it. But with pent up adrenaline, and a surge to his heart, it was bad for him to be around Mikey when these thoughts surfaced.
If he said he didn’t know when the thoughts of Mikey started, he’d be lying. And his mama didn’t raise no liar. Suppressing his feelings, his abnormal feelings, for his little brother and lying were two different things. So that didn’t count.
Gerard’s feeling made themselves known right after Mikey came out of puberty. After that awkward phase where he was between being a man and the boyish thing that seemed to stay with him. It had come on so suddenly, one minute Mikey would just be his slightly annoying but fairly cool little brother and the next he’s Gerard’s very cute, fuckable and adorable baby brother.
It didn’t even seem to bother him that this was his little brother, and what he was considering, fantasising about was illegal in more states that it was legal. Then there was the fact that it was a morally wrong act, a sin, something that few people would tolerate or understand. But Gerard knew it was there.
His affection’s for Mikey we more than just brotherly.
But here and now, with Mikey and him in one dressing room, the other three somewhere down the hall due to storage issues, Gerard wasn’t sure just how much he’d be able to handle. Mikey babbled insistently about something inane while shedding his jacket, I wasn’t that Mikey was annoying, possibly the opposite, it was just that, Gerard had a whole host of other things that Mikey could be doing with that pretty mouth of his, like screaming out his big brother’s name.
“Are you even listening to me Ger?” Mikey asked with a laugh, standing in front of Gerard with a white t-shirt and his drummer boy pants. It was the small smirk on his face that undid Gerard though; that little half smile that was both making fun of him and tells him he was slightly miffed that he was being ignored.
In an instant, Gerard had Mikey pressed against the closed door, pushing his own body against Mikey’s, almost relishing that frightened little squeak that escaped before the nervous little laugh came.
“Funny, Ger, you could’ve just said no.” But Gerard didn’t move when Mikey gave a pathetic little shove to move away. The grin on the elder brother brought back that frightened look in Mikey’s eyes. “Gerard, move.”
Gerard smirked again, one hand moving to grab Mikey’s slender wrists in his hand, moving them above them both and pinning Mikey there. Half hearted struggling was all the resistance he met, indicating that Mikey wasn’t entirely impartial to their proximity. Gerard moved to press his face to Mikey’s cheek, inhaling the familiar scent labelled ‘Mikey’ in his mind. The younger male’s body was stiff, rigid as Gerard’s free hand slid up over the white shirt, up a delicate neck to caress a cheek before tangling in short, dark hair.
“Gee?” The nickname was whispered against his own cheek, Mikey’s breathe hitting his neck as Gerard nuzzled into his younger brother’s ear. When Gerard moved his torso forward, pressing his lower body against Mikey’s he wasn’t surprised to find that Mikey was half hard and struggling not to moan. Gerard smirked lightly, knowing then that he had Mikey, there wasn’t much doubt in his mind and all he had to do was convince Mikey that he wanted this just as much.
Gerard kissed at Mikey’s neck, licking and nipping slightly, just to get a reaction out of his little brother. His free hand strayed lower than Mikey’s shirt, palming that the slowly hardening bulge beneath the dark pants. Mikey struggled to get his wrists free, although half-heartedly, before Gerard moved again, this time kissing Mikey properly, open mouth and invading tongue.
Ger knew that Mikey wouldn’t bite him, sweet little Mikey would never do that to his big brother, not to Gerard. If it had been anyone else, and Gerard would bet his bottom dollar on this, Mikey would’ve fought relentlessly and screamed the place down, even if he appeared shy and quiet, Mikey had one hell of a pair of lungs on him. But no, Mikey wouldn’t draw attention to this; Mikey wouldn’t hurt Gerard in any way. So, when Ger’s tongue pressed into Mikey’s, tangling lightly and tasting his little brother, he was pleasantly greeted with the tentative press back from Mikey. Not too obvious, it could’ve been an inner debate to bite or push the tongue from his mouth, but it was there. A soft push of tongue to tongue and Mikey leaning into Gerard just a little bit.
That was until Gerard’s hand reached inside Mikey’s pants, pulling the button apart, the zipper down and reaching inside to cup that now hard erection. Who would’ve thought Mikey had a submissive/dominant kink? But the instant Gerard’s fingers wrapped around Mikey’s hardened cock, the younger one tore his mouth away from Gerard, eyes clenched shut, a broken whimper escaping his throat as he burrowed his head into the crook of his elbow, arms still held over his head, and bit down on his lip.
Gerard smiled at the beauty of it.
The elder Way smirked as he placed light kisses on Mikey’s throat, his hand stroking at the erection as he watched the changes in expression over the young face in front of him.
“Ger,” it wasn’t the unsure voice of earlier, it wasn’t the frightened question either. It was a plea, a soft, whining plea. “We can’t,” Mikey’s speech, which Gerard could predict would include the words, wrong, brothers and bad, was cut off by a strangled moan as Gerard twisted his thumb over the head of Mikey’s cock in such a manner that a shudder ran through the body pinned against the door. “God.”
Gerard chuckled into Mikey’s ear. “You can call me Gerard.” He whispered lightly, bringing his hand down, finally releasing Mikey’s arms. Both of the freed hands went straight to Gerard’s shoulders, not pushing as such, more like clutching, as Gerard continued to jerk Mikey off and watch as the pleasure built and was shown on Mikey’s face. This time, when Gerard brushed the nail of his thumb over the slit of Mikey’s cock, the younger couldn’t contain the cry, the moan of pleasure breaking free of Mikey’s throat as his head fell backwards against the door. “That’s it, just let go.” Gerard murmured, one hand in Mikey’s pants while the other moved to remove the white t-shirt, pulling it over Mikey’s head but not completely over his arms. Crossing it over and pressing it backwards, Gerard left Mikey with his arms caught behind him in his shirt.
“Gee, please,” just the two words pushed Gerard forward, particularly the soft sob at the end of his nickname. With one push, Mikey’s pants were around his ankles, boxers following as Gerard dropped to his knees in front of his brother. Mikey whimpered again, biting his lip and watching Gerard slowly take the head of his cock into his mouth. Gerard smirked again, his eyes linking with Mikey's, not breaking contact even as the silky hard flesh slid down his throat. Mikey moaned, struggling slightly above Gerard as the elder took his time slowly suckling and tracing his tongue along viens. Gerard pulled away as Mikey pushed himself off the wall, a frustrated noise coming from him, but that was when the white shirt was thrown across the room, Mikey's hands moving hesitantly to Gerard's hair.
It was the last hint that Gerard needed. As much as he wanted this, there was no way Gerard would push if Mikey really, truly and honestly didn't want it. With a smile on his face, Gerard took a loose grip on Mikey's hips and went back to what he was previously doing. Taking the full length of Mikey's erection into his mouth Gerard moaned around it, losing himself in the sensation of Mikey's fingers tangling in his short hair. He'd dyed it back to black a few weeks ago, Mikey insisting that, although he understood why it happened, it didn't suit Gerard as much as the black. So, as with almost everything else in life, Gerard appeased Mikey, changing back to his trademark black hair.
"God, Gee," Mikey's voice was so sweetly high it was almost like he was a kid again, but those thoughts were chased away when the hips under Gerard's hands started to thrust slightly, just little stabs of movement, and Gerard could tell that Mikey was holding back again. The small whimpers, little grunts and the occasional whisper of his name told Gerard that although giving in, Mikey was no where near accepting. Which meant his job was not yet done. Gerard pulled away, standing up fast and pressing the length of his body against Mikey's, getting that startled look back on his little brother's face. "Gerard?"
Gerard didn't reply, instead pressing his lips to Mikey's harshly, forcing Mikey's head back against the door and taking complete possession of his mouth. Mikey grunted against Gerard, hardly moving but his hands gripping to sharp hip bones. Gerard pulled away long enough to get his clothes off, throwing them behind him and not caring at all for where they fell. Both males were breathing harshly, Mikey biting on his lower lip again as Gerard moved away from him before quick returning with his prize in his hands. Baby oil. The baby oil that Frank used after playing so his skin didn't tear or go rough. Gerard smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way as he pressed one, soft and chaste kiss to his brother's lips, Mikey moving with Gerard as he pulled away.
With some manouevering they got Mikey out of his pants and boxers comepletely, removing the tangled up items from around Mikey's feet. Carefully, with Mikey bracing himself against the door with his hands this time, Gerard spread the oil over his hands before cautiously pressing at Mikey's ass hole, hating the indrawn breathe that it pulled from his little brother. Mikey pushed back when Gerard pulled away, another whimper hinting at his impatience and convincing Gerard to continue. With more than a liberal amount of oil over his fingers, Gerard pushed one finger against the puckered entrance again, the slick oil made the entrance all that more easier, and soon Gerard had his finger pressed into Mikey's tight heat up to his second knuckle. Mikey pushed back further, mumbling incoherantly and looking over his shoulder. Gerard just smiled, placing a kiss to Mikey's cheek and then his spine before wiggling his finger to loosen up Mikey's muscles, withdrawing and reinserting a few times before withdrawing completely and adding a second finger. Mikey hummed his approaval, Gerard's name getting lost in the breathy whisper.
"More," Mikey thrust his hips forwards and backwards, leaning his head against the door and moaning almost wantonly. "Please Gerard, I need more." Gerard shushed Mikey, smiling as he pressed his fingers in deeper, feeling Mikey loosen up and take more with every stroke. With a hand on Mikey's spine, Gerard withdrew his fingers one last time. It was easy to slick his own cock, stroking the remaining oil from his hand to his erection before lining up behind Mikey.
"Ready?" Gerard took a hold of Mikey's hip, his other hand steadying himself as he pressed slowly for entrance. Mikey managed to relax around Gerard, the slick oil more than enough to dull the burn but left Mikey with the feeling of being filled still, and Gerard knew that he'd never fit anywhere like he did with Mikey. When Gerard was finally pressed fully within Mikey the pair just stood there for a moment, Mikey still bracing himself on the door with both hands, his elbows leaning against the frames for more support, but Gerard had one hand entwined with Mikey's while the other was snaked around a thin waist, holding tightly as if Mikey would be snatched away if he didn't. Gradually Gerard started a rhythm, thrusting to a beat in his head, or the sound of their hearts or even just the sound of the clock on the far away wall, he didn't know which, all he knew was it wasn't enough, it wouldn't ever be enough.
As Mikey started to meet each of Gerard's thrusts, the pace quickened, the force increased and soon Gerard found himself clutching to Mikey's hip hard enough to leave a bruise while he thrust frantically into his little brother, Mikey's moans and pleas mingling with the slap of skin against skin. Heavy breathing and rumbled moans reverberating around the room, Gerard pressing as close to Mikey as he could without breaking what he had of a rhythm. With each upward thrust Gerard managed to stroke Mikey's prostate, this in turn earned a ragged cry from Mikey as he had little energy for anything but the sound torn from his throat. The thrusting pace was joined by Gerard taking Mikey in hand, stroking the neglected erection in an off set pace that didn't match with anything, flooding Mikey with more sensations.
The second Mikey's muscles clenched, Gerard felt it. The tightness around him constricted like a vice, with each thrust it pushed him closer and closer to the same edge Mikey was seconds away from falling over. And when that happened, Mikey bit through his lip trying to stay quiet. All that sounded from Mikey's release was the hushed moan of Gerard's name and the sound of Mikey's cum hiting the door. Gerard followed after a few more thrusts, the tightness and sounds throwing him to release. Moaning against Mikey, Gerard let go, biting Mikey's shoulder and mumbling his love for the younger Way.
It took no less than five minutes for Gerard to recover enough of his sense to pull away from Mikey to make sure there was no undo damage. A further ten minutes and Mikey's swollen and abused lip was being tended to. Twenty minutes and an arguement over clothes later and they were both heading to the tour bus, resigned to listening to Ray bitch about their inability to change quickly. Thirty minutes and they were asleep in one of the bunks, Mikey's hand securely in Gerard's.
Comments are love.
Con-Crit is always welcome and encouraged.
You know what it contains, don't like, don't read. Simple.
Thanks as always.