gratuitous waycest porn, nc-17
So today I wrote 1500 words of completely gratuitous Waycest basement porn where Gerard is a girl and they never touch each other. Note: when I say gratuitous, I'm not kidding. But hey! Porn! So ... enjoy, I guess.
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There's this one time when Gee and Mikey are hanging out with a friend of theirs in the basement, getting high and shooting shit, no different than any other time. Gee's sprawled on the bed, halfway out of it, totally uninterested in moving, and she hasn't contributed anything to the conversation for a little while, so maybe the guys think she's passed out already. It's the only thing that would explain a little why their voices get lower, down to whispers where they're sitting next to each other on the couch against the other wall, and then Mikey's climbing off the couch and onto his knees, between the other guy's legs.
Gee doesn't say anything, do anything, give any indication she is still there or tell them to stop or anything, so maybe it's actually her fault. It doesn't feel that creepy or weird watching though, like it probably should. The thing she can't get over is how fucking pretty Mikey is like this. Not just with the cock in his mouth, because she can't even see that that clearly from this position and has to fill in the details with her imagination (the look on his face, the way his lips are probably strained tight). But more like Mikey's always been her little brother, all awkward and weird and hers, and tonight she's looking at him and he's pretty.
The guy's whispering still, but louder now. "Suck it, suck it, yeah, God, take it--" It's the only real sound in the room. Mikey's right arm is moving in a way that makes Gee pretty sure he's jerking himself off, too. She turns her face a little more so her mouth is pressed into the pillow and curls her fingers against the loose fabric of the jeans on her thigh.
The guy comes pretty quickly with this kind of loud moan. It's not too long after that Mikey's arm goes still and she can hear the quiet sigh and hiccuping breath, almost imperceptible except how it rings weirdly loud, just barely familiar in her back lizard brain.
The guy goes home a little bit later, and Mikey disappears with him. He comes back down to the basement a few minutes later and sits on the end of the bed, pushing Gee's feet out of the way.
"I know you're awake."
Gee snorts, and Mikey pokes her in the leg. "Come on."
Gee sits up, tucking her legs underneath her and leaning her head back against the wall. Mikey's half sitting and half lying down, his hips just on the edge of the bed. He's wearing sweatpants and his hard-on is obvious.
"I'm so fucking horny," he says, throwing one arm over his eyes. He sighs mournfully.
"Fuck you," Gee says, "you just fucking went. Don't you have a time-out button?"
"I fucking wish," Mikey says.
Gee makes a face at him. "Be grateful for what you've got."
Mikey moves his arm and looks at her curiously. "You could get off, you know. I know you keep that pink vibrator in your second drawer. I bet you're pretty wet already from watching us."
Gee feels herself go stiff while he talks, and her cheeks are getting warm. "Mikey Way, you have a filthy goddamn mouth."
Mikey sighs again as he moves his hand down to his crotch and starts rubbing against his dick through the sweats. "It's true though. Right?"
"Yeah," Gee admits.
"They say girls can just keep going. Like, on and on and on." Mikey sounds thoughtful, almost philosophical. Gee can't tear her eyes away from his hand, slow and regular movements. "Do you ever do that? Just you and that fucking vibrator, right here in this bed -- I bet you go for hours. One after another. You'd be so wet. Soaked down to your knees, probably. And your hands, your fingers going pruney..."
"Mikey," Gee says. It must be the pot or the booze, but she's done them any number of times before, and she can't remember her mind ever feeling this fuzzy.
He gives her a look she can't read, not quite. "I'll stop if you want me to," he says, and his hand is totally still and his eyes are wide and open and Gee has to clear her throat before she can talk.
"No," she says. "It's okay. You can go on. If you want."
Mikey closes his eyes for second. "Will you take off your shirt?"
Gee raises up on her knees and raises the black hoodie over her head and tosses it to the floor. She wraps her hands around the hem of the ratty t-shirt she has on underneath and gives Mikey a look, considering it.
"Please. I wanna see your tits," Mikey says, and his hand is underneath the waistband of his sweats now.
She takes off the t-shirt too and throws it down. She's not wearing a bra. They sag too much, she knows that, so she brings her hands up to them without even thinking about it, just to hold them in place. It's stupid, but she's almost surprised when her thumbs brush against her nipples. They're sticking out straight ahead, she's so turned on, and it sends the little rush of feeling through her bad, makes her make a small gasp out loud.
"Fuckin A," Mikey says, and he's shifting on the bed, pulling his pants down over his ass to midthigh, and she can finally see his cock, long and swollen and dark. His hand wraps around it, just the head sticking out from the end of his fist, alone and ridiculous. Gee licks her lips.
"I wonder why there's not more stories about vampire blowjobs," she says. "I mean, vampires are sexy. And sex with dicks, it's all about blood, right? Everything fun that's going on is blood. Shouldn't the two go together, you think?"
"I think," Mikey says, and his voice is a little strained, but otherwise it might be the same conversations they have everyday about this kind of stuff, "it's probably the teeth issue."
"Oh," Gee says. "That makes sense, I guess." She stops talking then, because Mikey's jerking off now for real, his fist moving fast and slick over his dick. His eyes keep moving between her chest and her face, like he can't commit to one location over the other.
She closes her eyes and drops one hand from her breast and sets it between her thighs. Not rubbing, not stroking, not doing anything, but it's something there, something she can clench and push against. She teases her nipple with the other hand, and she has a rhythm almost without thinking about it, rocking up against her hand.
"So hot," Mikey Way murmurs, and she opens her eyes again, not stopping what she's doing. He looks utterly focused now, direct laser beams to her eyes through his glasses, and his fist is moving so fast -- he's got to be almost there.
"Are you going to come?" she says, and he does something between a gasp and a laugh.
"Yeah. Yeah, God, Gee. I want-- I just want to put it in you, do you know that?" He's pulling at himself so hard it looks like it should hurt; she can't look away, not even to see his face while he's talking. "Would you let me do that? Not now, I know, I just. Someday. Would you."
"Jesus Christ, Mikey," Gee says, "I -- yeah. Fuck. Okay."
He comes with that same soft noise as earlier, spurts of come landing back on his t-shirt and belly.
"Fuck," Gee says, to herself this time. She moves her hands off her breast and away from her legs, and moves to sit at the edge of the bed. She watches Mikey, giving him time to recover, until his breath is regular and his expression's back to normal. Then she pokes him in the leg with her toe.
Mikey smiles at her, all goofy-like. "What?"
"Go to bed. You solved your horny problem."
He stands up, pulling his sweatpants back up over his, but he's giving her a knowing look. "You don't want to get off?"
"That's what my second drawer is for," Gee says, giving him a half-smile. "You're not invited to that show."
He doesn't argue with her, just finishes fixing his clothes, arranging his glasses, running his fingers through his hair. He looks rumpled, but not obscene. Like they could have just been cuddling or watching movies together. Strange.
Mikey stops right before he exits the room. He doesn't look back over at her, but his voice is totally uncertain, a little worried, and it makes something turn over in Gee's chest. "Gee-- what you said. You didn't--"
"I said someday," Gee says. "We don't have to talk about it now."
"Okay," Mikey says, and he sounds like he's accepting that as an answer. "Okay. Good night, Gee. Love you."
"Love you, too, Mikey," she says, and she waits for the door to close before she pulls off her jeans and opens the drawer for her vibrator.
*****
There's this one time when Gee and Mikey are hanging out with a friend of theirs in the basement, getting high and shooting shit, no different than any other time. Gee's sprawled on the bed, halfway out of it, totally uninterested in moving, and she hasn't contributed anything to the conversation for a little while, so maybe the guys think she's passed out already. It's the only thing that would explain a little why their voices get lower, down to whispers where they're sitting next to each other on the couch against the other wall, and then Mikey's climbing off the couch and onto his knees, between the other guy's legs.
Gee doesn't say anything, do anything, give any indication she is still there or tell them to stop or anything, so maybe it's actually her fault. It doesn't feel that creepy or weird watching though, like it probably should. The thing she can't get over is how fucking pretty Mikey is like this. Not just with the cock in his mouth, because she can't even see that that clearly from this position and has to fill in the details with her imagination (the look on his face, the way his lips are probably strained tight). But more like Mikey's always been her little brother, all awkward and weird and hers, and tonight she's looking at him and he's pretty.
The guy's whispering still, but louder now. "Suck it, suck it, yeah, God, take it--" It's the only real sound in the room. Mikey's right arm is moving in a way that makes Gee pretty sure he's jerking himself off, too. She turns her face a little more so her mouth is pressed into the pillow and curls her fingers against the loose fabric of the jeans on her thigh.
The guy comes pretty quickly with this kind of loud moan. It's not too long after that Mikey's arm goes still and she can hear the quiet sigh and hiccuping breath, almost imperceptible except how it rings weirdly loud, just barely familiar in her back lizard brain.
The guy goes home a little bit later, and Mikey disappears with him. He comes back down to the basement a few minutes later and sits on the end of the bed, pushing Gee's feet out of the way.
"I know you're awake."
Gee snorts, and Mikey pokes her in the leg. "Come on."
Gee sits up, tucking her legs underneath her and leaning her head back against the wall. Mikey's half sitting and half lying down, his hips just on the edge of the bed. He's wearing sweatpants and his hard-on is obvious.
"I'm so fucking horny," he says, throwing one arm over his eyes. He sighs mournfully.
"Fuck you," Gee says, "you just fucking went. Don't you have a time-out button?"
"I fucking wish," Mikey says.
Gee makes a face at him. "Be grateful for what you've got."
Mikey moves his arm and looks at her curiously. "You could get off, you know. I know you keep that pink vibrator in your second drawer. I bet you're pretty wet already from watching us."
Gee feels herself go stiff while he talks, and her cheeks are getting warm. "Mikey Way, you have a filthy goddamn mouth."
Mikey sighs again as he moves his hand down to his crotch and starts rubbing against his dick through the sweats. "It's true though. Right?"
"Yeah," Gee admits.
"They say girls can just keep going. Like, on and on and on." Mikey sounds thoughtful, almost philosophical. Gee can't tear her eyes away from his hand, slow and regular movements. "Do you ever do that? Just you and that fucking vibrator, right here in this bed -- I bet you go for hours. One after another. You'd be so wet. Soaked down to your knees, probably. And your hands, your fingers going pruney..."
"Mikey," Gee says. It must be the pot or the booze, but she's done them any number of times before, and she can't remember her mind ever feeling this fuzzy.
He gives her a look she can't read, not quite. "I'll stop if you want me to," he says, and his hand is totally still and his eyes are wide and open and Gee has to clear her throat before she can talk.
"No," she says. "It's okay. You can go on. If you want."
Mikey closes his eyes for second. "Will you take off your shirt?"
Gee raises up on her knees and raises the black hoodie over her head and tosses it to the floor. She wraps her hands around the hem of the ratty t-shirt she has on underneath and gives Mikey a look, considering it.
"Please. I wanna see your tits," Mikey says, and his hand is underneath the waistband of his sweats now.
She takes off the t-shirt too and throws it down. She's not wearing a bra. They sag too much, she knows that, so she brings her hands up to them without even thinking about it, just to hold them in place. It's stupid, but she's almost surprised when her thumbs brush against her nipples. They're sticking out straight ahead, she's so turned on, and it sends the little rush of feeling through her bad, makes her make a small gasp out loud.
"Fuckin A," Mikey says, and he's shifting on the bed, pulling his pants down over his ass to midthigh, and she can finally see his cock, long and swollen and dark. His hand wraps around it, just the head sticking out from the end of his fist, alone and ridiculous. Gee licks her lips.
"I wonder why there's not more stories about vampire blowjobs," she says. "I mean, vampires are sexy. And sex with dicks, it's all about blood, right? Everything fun that's going on is blood. Shouldn't the two go together, you think?"
"I think," Mikey says, and his voice is a little strained, but otherwise it might be the same conversations they have everyday about this kind of stuff, "it's probably the teeth issue."
"Oh," Gee says. "That makes sense, I guess." She stops talking then, because Mikey's jerking off now for real, his fist moving fast and slick over his dick. His eyes keep moving between her chest and her face, like he can't commit to one location over the other.
She closes her eyes and drops one hand from her breast and sets it between her thighs. Not rubbing, not stroking, not doing anything, but it's something there, something she can clench and push against. She teases her nipple with the other hand, and she has a rhythm almost without thinking about it, rocking up against her hand.
"So hot," Mikey Way murmurs, and she opens her eyes again, not stopping what she's doing. He looks utterly focused now, direct laser beams to her eyes through his glasses, and his fist is moving so fast -- he's got to be almost there.
"Are you going to come?" she says, and he does something between a gasp and a laugh.
"Yeah. Yeah, God, Gee. I want-- I just want to put it in you, do you know that?" He's pulling at himself so hard it looks like it should hurt; she can't look away, not even to see his face while he's talking. "Would you let me do that? Not now, I know, I just. Someday. Would you."
"Jesus Christ, Mikey," Gee says, "I -- yeah. Fuck. Okay."
He comes with that same soft noise as earlier, spurts of come landing back on his t-shirt and belly.
"Fuck," Gee says, to herself this time. She moves her hands off her breast and away from her legs, and moves to sit at the edge of the bed. She watches Mikey, giving him time to recover, until his breath is regular and his expression's back to normal. Then she pokes him in the leg with her toe.
Mikey smiles at her, all goofy-like. "What?"
"Go to bed. You solved your horny problem."
He stands up, pulling his sweatpants back up over his, but he's giving her a knowing look. "You don't want to get off?"
"That's what my second drawer is for," Gee says, giving him a half-smile. "You're not invited to that show."
He doesn't argue with her, just finishes fixing his clothes, arranging his glasses, running his fingers through his hair. He looks rumpled, but not obscene. Like they could have just been cuddling or watching movies together. Strange.
Mikey stops right before he exits the room. He doesn't look back over at her, but his voice is totally uncertain, a little worried, and it makes something turn over in Gee's chest. "Gee-- what you said. You didn't--"
"I said someday," Gee says. "We don't have to talk about it now."
"Okay," Mikey says, and he sounds like he's accepting that as an answer. "Okay. Good night, Gee. Love you."
"Love you, too, Mikey," she says, and she waits for the door to close before she pulls off her jeans and opens the drawer for her vibrator.