Chapter Three
Mikeys P.O.V
As I lay in bed that night my mind was swimming with a thousand thoughts. Id just given my brother oral sex. Wow. I weighed up the good and bad of the situation, the bad being if our parents ever found out what had happened we would both be for it. The good side though was that Gee was happy again. I had the ability to make him happy, he loved me, and he was safe. Easier than girls I reasoned. The few girlfriends Id had were quite plain and dorky, a bit like me really. The only reason Claire had come home from the club with me was because her friend had gone off with a friend of mine.
No, girls were hard work and besides, boys were easier to understand. I knew how a boy though and one thing I could be completely certain of was that I knew Gerard and I knew that no matter what he would never hurt me. Gerard loved me and that thought warmed me. As the wind howled outside I pulled the duvet up around my neck and grinned to myself. I wished I was downstairs in his room. Keeping him warm. And with that thought I drifted off to sleep.
Gerard's P.O.V
I woke early, momentarily wondering if it had all been a dream. I coughed and stretched and reached over to the nightstand for my cigarettes. I lit the cigarette and smiled to myself. Mikey and me, me and Mikey. If only they hadn’t come home early, I could have returned the favour. I ached to touch him, kiss him like I did last night. I had a feeling the situation wasn’t going to be easy.
I pulled on some pyjama trousers and headed upstairs. The smell of fresh coffee luring me to the kitchen where mum was busy cooking breakfast. “Morning son” she said when I appeared in the doorway “Feeling better?” For a moment I wondered if she knew. Had Mikey told her? Better? I asked her. She laughed and reminded me I had been skulking around the house for days avoiding everyone. She had a point. I nodded and sat down at the big old table that virtually filled our small kitchen. Mum passed me a cup of coffee which I wrapped my hands around to warm them. A moment or two later Mikey appeared in the doorway. He was dressed already, wearing light blue quite baggy jeans that hung from his hips revealing just the top of his pale blue boxers and a small wisp of hair on his stomach. He was wearing a tight black shirt, Joy Division. Oh he knew all about that didn’t he? Mikey sat down opposite me cradling his own mug of coffee. Mum dropped a plate of toast into the middle of the table and fetched her coat. “I'm going to see your Granddad” she said. “Ill see you later and please try not to kill each other while I'm gone!”
Mikeys foot touched mine from under the table, electricity shot up my leg. Wow, one touch. His foot rubbed up my calf muscle, continuing along its path, slow, circular movements. He reaches my thigh, it feels good. Now I'm getting flustered. I'm glowing red and I can feel myself getting hard. He stops and laughs, picking up a piece of toast he heads for the door. “Are you coming or not then?” he asks as he starts towards my room, like he needed to ask.
Mikeys P.O.V
Now I had things straight in my head I could get on with seducing him. Id gotten him all worked up at the table but I had an agenda. Dad was at work, Mum out. House to ourselves again. Gerard owed me. Mum and Dad had come home early and I didn’t get to have my fun. This morning, that would change.
His room was smoky, bed unmade. He followed me in and closed the door, locking it behind him. I took off my shirt and threw it at him, he caught it giggling. He was still in pyjama pants and no shirt. He skin was pale, chest smooth. His nipples were small and hard from the chill in the room. Lie down I whispered to him and he made his way over to the bed. I made my way over to join him flopping down on the duvet next to him. You owe me something Gee. He grinned and nodded. Pulling himself up on all fours he began to slowly kiss my chest. I gasped as his tongue flicked my nipple and he teeth gently nibbled on it sending a shiver down my spine. Slowly and gently his mouth followed its winding path down my chest and over my stomach. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down around my thighs, my boxers following. I was so hard at this point, something that wasn’t lost on Gerard as he looked up and smirked at me when my erection was released. His tongue started at the base of my shaft, licking slowly and gently along the length. My hand reached down and I took hold of his head, his hair soft between my fingers. Rhythmically he licked, teasing me, he would gently take just millimetres of my head in his mouth and suck hard only to release again and leave me begging for more. And god was I begging at this point. Pleading. Please Gee, suck me, please Gee. He ignored my cries and carried on his tirade, slow, rhythmic. PLEASE! I shouted. And then finally, he did. He swallowed me whole, gagging slightly as he did so and he licked and sucked me so hard I just knew I wasn’t going to last longer than a few moments. That familiar feeling in my stomach rose, my spine tingled, and my eyes lost focus. I was going to cum the hardest I had ever cum in my life. Gerard, I rasped, Oh God Gerard.
Gerard’s P.O.V
I swallowed down hard, his cock bucking at the force of his orgasm. His entire body shook and his skin was cold and clammy. I released him and he weakened, collapsing in a panting heap. It felt good, I had enjoyed it, but seeing him in so much pleasure was the best part. I liked pleasing Mikey. After a moment he leaned up on his elbows to look at me, “Gee” he said softly “Will you fuck me? Be my first?” Wow. He wanted me to do that? Shyly I admitted that I hadn’t done it either and he laughed. “Do you know how?” he asked me. I had a clue obviously, but I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I leaned over and kissed him hard, do you have any lube? The quizzical look on his face told me the answer was no. It wasn’t the best thought out plan in the world. Mikey, I don’t want to hurt you and I won’t do it without lube. “Use spit!” he protested. No, as much as I wanted him I was going to do this properly. Sorry Mikey, I whispered, I'm sorry.
Mums voice echoed down the stairs, “Boys?” she shouted “Are you both down there?” Shocked at her sudden return we scrambled for our clothes, running fingers through our scruffy hair so as not to seem too dishevelled. “Yes Mum” shouted Mikey, “Gerard was just showing me something”. Ha, Ill bet I was, and when I have been to the store later Ill show Mikey a great deal more.
As I lay in bed that night my mind was swimming with a thousand thoughts. Id just given my brother oral sex. Wow. I weighed up the good and bad of the situation, the bad being if our parents ever found out what had happened we would both be for it. The good side though was that Gee was happy again. I had the ability to make him happy, he loved me, and he was safe. Easier than girls I reasoned. The few girlfriends Id had were quite plain and dorky, a bit like me really. The only reason Claire had come home from the club with me was because her friend had gone off with a friend of mine.
No, girls were hard work and besides, boys were easier to understand. I knew how a boy though and one thing I could be completely certain of was that I knew Gerard and I knew that no matter what he would never hurt me. Gerard loved me and that thought warmed me. As the wind howled outside I pulled the duvet up around my neck and grinned to myself. I wished I was downstairs in his room. Keeping him warm. And with that thought I drifted off to sleep.
Gerard's P.O.V
I woke early, momentarily wondering if it had all been a dream. I coughed and stretched and reached over to the nightstand for my cigarettes. I lit the cigarette and smiled to myself. Mikey and me, me and Mikey. If only they hadn’t come home early, I could have returned the favour. I ached to touch him, kiss him like I did last night. I had a feeling the situation wasn’t going to be easy.
I pulled on some pyjama trousers and headed upstairs. The smell of fresh coffee luring me to the kitchen where mum was busy cooking breakfast. “Morning son” she said when I appeared in the doorway “Feeling better?” For a moment I wondered if she knew. Had Mikey told her? Better? I asked her. She laughed and reminded me I had been skulking around the house for days avoiding everyone. She had a point. I nodded and sat down at the big old table that virtually filled our small kitchen. Mum passed me a cup of coffee which I wrapped my hands around to warm them. A moment or two later Mikey appeared in the doorway. He was dressed already, wearing light blue quite baggy jeans that hung from his hips revealing just the top of his pale blue boxers and a small wisp of hair on his stomach. He was wearing a tight black shirt, Joy Division. Oh he knew all about that didn’t he? Mikey sat down opposite me cradling his own mug of coffee. Mum dropped a plate of toast into the middle of the table and fetched her coat. “I'm going to see your Granddad” she said. “Ill see you later and please try not to kill each other while I'm gone!”
Mikeys foot touched mine from under the table, electricity shot up my leg. Wow, one touch. His foot rubbed up my calf muscle, continuing along its path, slow, circular movements. He reaches my thigh, it feels good. Now I'm getting flustered. I'm glowing red and I can feel myself getting hard. He stops and laughs, picking up a piece of toast he heads for the door. “Are you coming or not then?” he asks as he starts towards my room, like he needed to ask.
Mikeys P.O.V
Now I had things straight in my head I could get on with seducing him. Id gotten him all worked up at the table but I had an agenda. Dad was at work, Mum out. House to ourselves again. Gerard owed me. Mum and Dad had come home early and I didn’t get to have my fun. This morning, that would change.
His room was smoky, bed unmade. He followed me in and closed the door, locking it behind him. I took off my shirt and threw it at him, he caught it giggling. He was still in pyjama pants and no shirt. He skin was pale, chest smooth. His nipples were small and hard from the chill in the room. Lie down I whispered to him and he made his way over to the bed. I made my way over to join him flopping down on the duvet next to him. You owe me something Gee. He grinned and nodded. Pulling himself up on all fours he began to slowly kiss my chest. I gasped as his tongue flicked my nipple and he teeth gently nibbled on it sending a shiver down my spine. Slowly and gently his mouth followed its winding path down my chest and over my stomach. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down around my thighs, my boxers following. I was so hard at this point, something that wasn’t lost on Gerard as he looked up and smirked at me when my erection was released. His tongue started at the base of my shaft, licking slowly and gently along the length. My hand reached down and I took hold of his head, his hair soft between my fingers. Rhythmically he licked, teasing me, he would gently take just millimetres of my head in his mouth and suck hard only to release again and leave me begging for more. And god was I begging at this point. Pleading. Please Gee, suck me, please Gee. He ignored my cries and carried on his tirade, slow, rhythmic. PLEASE! I shouted. And then finally, he did. He swallowed me whole, gagging slightly as he did so and he licked and sucked me so hard I just knew I wasn’t going to last longer than a few moments. That familiar feeling in my stomach rose, my spine tingled, and my eyes lost focus. I was going to cum the hardest I had ever cum in my life. Gerard, I rasped, Oh God Gerard.
Gerard’s P.O.V
I swallowed down hard, his cock bucking at the force of his orgasm. His entire body shook and his skin was cold and clammy. I released him and he weakened, collapsing in a panting heap. It felt good, I had enjoyed it, but seeing him in so much pleasure was the best part. I liked pleasing Mikey. After a moment he leaned up on his elbows to look at me, “Gee” he said softly “Will you fuck me? Be my first?” Wow. He wanted me to do that? Shyly I admitted that I hadn’t done it either and he laughed. “Do you know how?” he asked me. I had a clue obviously, but I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I leaned over and kissed him hard, do you have any lube? The quizzical look on his face told me the answer was no. It wasn’t the best thought out plan in the world. Mikey, I don’t want to hurt you and I won’t do it without lube. “Use spit!” he protested. No, as much as I wanted him I was going to do this properly. Sorry Mikey, I whispered, I'm sorry.
Mums voice echoed down the stairs, “Boys?” she shouted “Are you both down there?” Shocked at her sudden return we scrambled for our clothes, running fingers through our scruffy hair so as not to seem too dishevelled. “Yes Mum” shouted Mikey, “Gerard was just showing me something”. Ha, Ill bet I was, and when I have been to the store later Ill show Mikey a great deal more.