fic: Felt Like Dreaming

[thesamefire]

FELT LIKE DREAMING
Mikey/Alicia/Lyn-Z/Gerard
5046 words; NC-17

Femslash and het; no Waycest.

When Mikey looks up, he sees that Lindsey's got Alicia up against the wall by the door. Alicia's arms are above her head and her t-shirt is bunched at her elbows as she arches into Lindsey's body. They're still kissing, but there's nothing sweet about it now.

"Um," Mikey says.

"You're seeing this too, right?" Gerard asks. His voice is tight, almost pinched.

This is really self-indulgent porn rescued from an abandoned WIP dating back to last November. I finally had to admit that the story was never going to get finished (it was suffering an acute case of lacking an ending, for one), but it seems a shame to let the porn that did get written go to waste.

Thanks to harborshore for looking this over.



Mikey doesn't have much of a chance to take a deep breath and steady himself when he and Alicia get off the elevator on the third floor of the Marriott. He figured he'd have a minute or two, but luck's not with him--the door to one of the rooms down the hall swings open, and Lindsey sticks her head out and beams at them.

Alicia strides past him to lean in and kiss Lindsey hello. He was expecting her to brush her lips against Lindsey's cheek, but instead he gets so much more than that--Alicia's hands come up to curl around Lindsey's arms as she kisses her full on the mouth, and the line of her jaw dips as her mouth opens and Mikey sees a brief flash of tongue before their lips come back together. He stops dead in the middle of hallway to watch.

The kiss is as sweet as it is hot, and it doesn't last long before Alicia pulls back and grins at Lindsey. "Hi," she says.

"Hi yourself," Lindsey smiles back, her red lips curling up at the sides. "Why don't you come in?"

Alicia reaches back and grabs Mikey's hand, squeezing firmly before letting go as they step into the room.

Lindsey pulls Alicia aside and starts whispering in her ear, so Mikey steps around them. It brings him closer to the bed, where Gerard is half-propped up against the headboard, his nose in a battered Sandman trade.

Mikey has seen that particular book many, many times--it's one of the ones Gerard picks up when he's nervous. It's reassuring to Mikey to see, and he can't help but wonder if Gerard is deliberately telegraphing how he feels or if he's really just stuck that deeply in his own habits.

"Hey, Gee," Mikey calls out.

Gerard startles slightly and puts the book down, and blinks for a second before coming back to the real world.

"Hey," Gerard says, "you made it."

"Yeah," Mikey says, trying to decide if it's okay to look at his brother right now or not. It's not like Gerard didn't read in bed all the time when they were living under the same roof or on the same bus, but... this is different.

He steps closer to the bed and then settles carefully on the near corner, one leg tucked beneath himself. He can feel every single inch of space between him and his brother.

Gerard is wearing a faded black t-shirt and an unzipped hoodie that looks close to falling apart. Mikey isn't sure what he was expecting Gerard to be wearing, but he wasn't really expecting something so normal. Maybe this is going to be easier than Mikey expected.

And then Mikey notices that Gerard isn't wearing pants, just an old faded pair of boxers. He tries to turn away without making it obvious.

Maybe it won't be easier.

"Was the drive okay?" Gerard asks solicitously.

"Sure," Mikey says. He's picking at the fraying denim at the knee of his jeans when he catches sight of movement from the corner of his eye.

When he looks up, he sees that Lindsey's got Alicia up against the wall by the door. Alicia's arms are above her head and her t-shirt is bunched at her elbows as she arches into Lindsey's body. They're still kissing, but there's nothing sweet about it now.

"Um," Mikey says.

"You're seeing this too, right?" Gerard asks. His voice is tight, almost pinched.

"Yeah," Mikey manages to get out. "Yeah, I am."

Mikey shifts on the corner of the bed, trying to adjust how he's sitting to get some of the pressure off where the crotch of his jeans is stretched tight across his cock. As he watches, Alicia gets her shirt all the way off her arms and pushes herself out from the wall. She presses her hips against Lindsey's as they start moving across across the room towards the bed, wrapped around each other and moving almost as one.

Mikey stares at them as they approach, watching totally without blinking as the edge of the bed catches Lindsey in the back of the knees and she tumbles down onto her back next to him, pulling Alicia with her.

They stay down for a moment, still kissing, still running their hands up each others' arms and down each others' sides. Mikey watches as Alicia tucks her fingers under the waist of Lindsey's jeans where they sit low on her hips and that's it, it's that particular image that gets seared into his brain, sending the realization that yes, this is happening jolting through his veins like lightning.

Alicia pushes herself up onto her knees and straddles one of Lindsey's legs, then runs her fingers around Lindsey's waist and starts tugging at the button of her jeans. When she gets it open, she slides Lindsey's fly down with one hand even as the other hooks into a pocket and starts tugging downward. Lindsey lifts her hips to help Alicia pull the denim down.

Mikey's breath catches in his throat as Lindsey's panties get caught up in her pants and get pulled down past her hipbones. They stay bunched around the tops of her legs as Alicia gets her jeans the rest of the way off, and there's a moment where they're not covering anything at all until Lindsey hooks a finger through the side and tugs them back up.

Lindsey sits up and peels off her shirt, tossing it aside as she moves to stand up on her knees facing Alicia, who's tangled in her own jeans as she tries to get them past her ankles. Lindsey isn't wearing a bra and her nipples are full and hard and Mikey tries not to look directly at them.

When Alicia's jeans are gone she turns back to face Lindsey, and they reach for each other again as if on cue. This time when they kiss, they're not holding anything back, just touching each other however and wherever they please, big and fast and intense.

Mikey is peripherally aware of Gerard shrugging off his hoodie and pushing it off the bed, but he can't take his eyes off Alicia and the way her lips leave Lindsey's and ghost along her jaw until she's sucking on her earlobe. Mikey watches, completely rapt, as Alicia's lips travel down Lindsey's throat, watches as Lindsey's skin blooms red where it was already flushed pink.

He keeps staring as Lindsey runs her hand up Alicia's thigh and cups her ass. Lindsey squeezes, not gently, and Alicia moans into Lindsey's throat. Mikey can't see Lindsey's other hand but he can see the way Alicia is shifting her weight to get her legs further apart, and he can only imagine the way Lindsey might be sliding fingers up the inside of Alicia's thigh, tracing the edge of her panties before pushing the fabric aside.

Mikey bites his lip and presses the heel of his hand against his cock, trying to adjust himself against where his fly is probably leaving an imprint in his skin. He gives up on subtlety a moment later, though, because Lindsey pulls back from Alicia just far enough to lean in and press her lips to the lace of Alicia's bra.

Alicia sighs and arches her back, pressing her breast towards Lindsey's face. Mikey watches as Lindsey's red lips close around Alicia's nipple through the lace and she starts sucking on it wetly. The noise seems to fill the air around them, underscored by Alicia's heavy breathing and soft moans.

Lindsey's eyes flicker shut as her cheeks hollow out, and she wraps one arm around Alicia's waist, running her other hand up Alicia's arm and stroking Alicia's hair off her shoulder.

Alicia in turn brushes Lindsey's bangs off her forehead, then reaches down to touch the skin of her hip and trace the lines of the tattoo on Lindsey's stomach. She starts to move her hand lower, and Mikey mirrors the movement as his own hand hovers over his fly. Alicia stops, then, letting her hand come to rest on Lindsey's waist, and turns to face Mikey.

"Are you just going to sit there fully clothed?" she asks him, a smirk pulling at her lips.

Mikey takes that as the hint it's meant to be and yanks his zipper down, biting back a groan of relief as the pressure against his cock lets up. He shoves his jeans down his hips, shifts his weight so he can get them far enough down his legs that he can kick them the rest of the way off. He sits there for a moment just trying to breathe before he realizes he should probably take his shirt off, too, so he peels it over his head and throws it at where he think she saw Alicia's shirt land earlier.

It's warm in the room--it feels like the heat is cranked all the way up--but Mikey feels cold as he sits on the corner of the bed in just his underwear. He's suddenly conscious of his skinny legs, the hair on his stomach, the way he knows his ribs and spine show through his skin. He feels exposed, even though he's not the only one mostly undressed, but he tries not to think about it; this is exactly what he signed up for, after all.

New movement catches his eye and he turns to see that Lindsey is moving away from Alicia towards Gerard, who's still sitting propped up against the headboard, wide-eyed and staring.

"Go on," Lindsey says gently, and she reaches to wrap her fingers around Gerard's ankle and stroke the skin there. They look at each other for a moment and then Gerard nods and pulls off his t-shirt, but quickly, like he's ripping off a band-aid.

Lindsey stretches across the bed and runs her hand up Gerard's calf, traces a circle around his knee, and then starts tugging at the bottom edge of his boxers.

Mikey very pointedly looks away.

"Lindsey's been sending me dirty texts all day," Alicia says then, pulling Mikey's attention back to her.

Mikey watches her lips as they form the words, glossy and swollen and a little chapped, and he self-consciously licks his own lips before he makes himself say, "Has she, now?"

"Yeah," Alicia says, "she has." She's leaning in close now; he can feel her breath against his face. They're not touching anywhere, even though it feels like Mikey can feel her everywhere against his skin.

"What did they say?" Mikey asks. He can't stop himself from looking down at Alicia's chest, at the damp lace clinging to her breasts and the way he can see her nipples through the fabric.

"You'll find out," Alicia murmurs.

"That's not nice," Mikey groans, and he puts his hand on her shoulder and pulls her in tight against him.

Alicia smirks at him, then leans up to whisper in in his ear. "She wants me to eat her out again."

"Are you going to?" Mikey's throat has suddenly gone tight and he can only just barely get the words out.

"Oh yes," Alicia assures him, and then wraps her lips around his earlobe and starts sucking gently. "But I'm going to go slow, take my time. Drive her crazy."

"Oh my god." The words just kind of slip out without any sort of volition on Mikey's part.

"I'm going to make her beg," Alicia promises.

Mikey's eyes drop shut and he tries to swallow, but he can't.

"Touch yourself," Alicia commands then, her lips just brushing the hollow of neck under his jaw.

Mikey eases his underwear down so he can wrap his fist around his cock. He jerks himself a few times before he feels Alicia's hand on his, pushing his fingers up over the head of his cock and off so she can take over, working him up as she continues murmuring in his ear.

He's just starting to get into it when Alicia gasps, stops moving, and then takes her hand away. Mikey sighs, frustrated, but when he looks up from his lap he sees that Lindsey is pressed up against Alicia's back and has one hand on Alicia's breast and the other slipped down the front of her panties--which, Mikey notices belatedly, match her bra, in that they are black and lacy and very, very tiny.

Alicia's whole body is tense, and she rolls her hips in time with Lindsey's hand. Her breaths come heavy and fast and edge into whimpers as Lindsey touches her, and she's clearly enjoying it. Mikey looks at her face for a moment, takes in the flutter of her eyelids and the way her lips are just barely parted. It's a view he doesn't get very often, this distance and this angle. He's used to having her face so close to his that her features are blurry, but this, this is good.

Mikey looks down Alicia's body, taking in the swell of her breasts and the soft line of her stomach. Further down he can see Lindsey's fingers through the lace of Alicia's panties, which have started to ride down over Lindsey's wrist. The fabric clings and stretches each time she moves her fingers, and Lindsey's knuckles make shifting bumps in the lace. Mikey watches closely, imagining Lindsey's fingers circling around Alicia's clit, teasing her and making her writhe to try to force more contact, only to just barely brush by it as she slides her fingers further down through the wetness Mikey can smell even from where he's sitting.

It comes totally as a surprise when Lindsey pulls her hand free and leans in towards Mikey, close enough that she can reach up and run her slick fingers along his lips. He opens his mouth totally without thinking, and he feels her fingers on his tongue a heartbeat later. They taste like sex and like Alicia, sharp and sweet, and he closes his mouth around her fingers to start sucking them clean.

He knows Alicia is watching, knows how it feels to have her focus fixed on him, and his face only gets hot when he realizes that Gerard must be watching, too.

Lindsey pulls her fingers free a moment later, dragging Mikey's lower lip down as they slide over it. Alicia grabs Lindsey's hand, then, and pulls it to her face to lick up between her first two fingers. Lindsey lets out a soft huff of surprise, and then a louder one when Alicia lets her hand go so she can lean in and push Lindsey down onto the bed.

Mikey feels like everything is moving in slow motion when Alicia runs her lips up the inside of Lindsey's thigh and then starts mouthing at her through her panties. The muscles in Lindsey's thighs stand out as she tenses up, the soft lines picked out in relief by the yellow light coming from the lamp next to the bed. Alicia keeps licking in earnest, her hands pressing down on Lindsey's thighs to hold them open.

There's no real sound in the room, Mikey realizes, but it's a comfortable silence now--except that it's not silent at all, with the murmur of everyone breathing and the wet sex noises and Lindsey's soft moans, which drop off suddenly when Alicia stops licking. She pulls back just far enough that she can start peeling Lindsey's panties off her hips and down her thighs.

Lindsey bends one knee to start taking her panties the rest of the way off, and Mikey is struck then by the shade of red painted on her toenails. It's a brilliant bloody red, like the lipstick she wears but shinier, and Mikey's cock twitches at the sight. It's not that he likes feet particularly, and he can't even begin to explain it.

Gerard moves then, practically for the first time since this whole thing started, getting up on his knees and moving awkwardly across the bed to settle down next to Alicia.

"Can I..." he starts, and Alicia smiles at him and shifts over to make space for him between Lindsey's legs. Everything hangs still as Gerard and Alicia rearrange themselves to fit comfortably, twisting around each other as Gerard leans in, and then the moment is shattered when Lindsey practically shrieks in delight.

Mikey can't see well enough to know for sure what's going on, but his imagination very helpfully fills things in for him when Lindsey gasps out, "Keep going, both of you, fuck, oh my god."

Lindsey bends one leg up to her chest, her knee almost at her chin, and Gerard runs his hand up her thigh, his fingers spread wide against her skin, holding her leg in place. Mikey just stares, struck by the sight of Gerard and Alicia as mirror images of each other, all messy dark hair and pale skin, him on the left and her on the right.

When Gerard leans in again, Alicia lifts her head and looks back across the bed at Mikey. She arches an eyebrow at him--You okay over there?--and he nods, the barest tilt of the head. She smiles and keeps looking at him, and then licks her lips slowly.

Mikey knows she's watching him watch her, and god, it's hot, it's really fucking hot. Her chin is wet and he can see it even from this distance, and he knows she's wet, too. It's all he can do not to drag her away to hold her down and taste her, fuck her, make her gasp his name--but he knows that's coming later, eventually, and it's not quite soon enough for his liking but he knows she'll make it worth the wait.

And maybe he'll even make it that long, after all. He hasn't touched himself since-- since Alicia stopped touching him and went to Lindsey. He isn't quite sure what's stopping him, why he isn't wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking or why he isn't squeezing the head of his cock to keep from coming too soon. He just isn't. But it's okay. He's just waiting, watching. It really is enough, just like that.

"Hey, my turn," Alicia says, throwing one more lingering look at Mikey's before gently pushing Gerard out of the way and bending to press her face to Lindsey's cunt.

Gerard moves back just enough to give Alicia space, and he keeps his hand in place on Lindsey's thigh. His thumb is moving slowly, stroking her skin; Mikey thinks he probably doesn't even realize he's doing it.

And then Gerard looks over his shoulder, right at Mikey. Mikey shifts his weight, suddenly uncomfortable; they're both naked and Mikey is sitting there obviously hard, watching his own wife go down on his brother's wife. It's really weird when he thinks about it like that, and he tries as hard as he can not to.

But the look on Gerard's face--like he's completely dumbstruck by what's happening, dumbstruck and awed and edging towards overwhelmed--cracks the uneasiness that hangs almost like a solid wall between them, and then it shatters a moment later when Gerard's mouth quirks into an almost-smile. What are you going to do? he's asking, and Mikey almost-smiles back.

Enjoy it, Mikey thinks.

The way Gerard's face relaxes a little says that he gets it.

Something loosens in Mikey's stomach and a little of the tension building in his shoulders dissipates. He shifts again--but deliberately this time--and moves a little closer toward everyone else.

That's when Lindsey lifts a hand to the back of Gerard's head and runs her fingers through his hair, pulling his face back down. He squishes up against Alicia's shoulder--Lindsey is holding her head in place--and they jockey for space for a moment. Mikey can't see, but something happens that makes Lindsey moan loudly, and then Alicia lifts her head, a wicked smile on her lips. She's staring intently at whatever Gerard is doing, and Mikey starts moving towards them again, slipping easily across the hotel sheets until he finally gets close enough that he's practically up against Alicia's back and can see what's going on over her shoulder.

Gerard is licking big wide stripes up Lindsey's cunt, alternately quick and slow, and his fingers are tracing light lines around the tops of her thighs and the edges of her lips but avoiding anywhere particularly sensitive. His eyes are closed but he seems to know exactly where he is and what he's doing, and Lindsey is responding to him, pressing herself against his mouth. She's starting to get noisy, her moans giving way to hard pants and the occasional grunt.

Everything is wet, so wet, with spit and Lindsey's own wetness and sweat too, and the heady smell of it is suddenly thick in Mikey's nose. He sighs and finally wraps one hand around his cock, but loosely and only just barely stroking. It's just enough relief for now, takes just enough of the edge off, that he can concentrate more on just watching.

Gerard looks up then, just long enough to pull Alicia down so her face is next to his. He licks Lindsey once, slowly and deliberately, and then pulls back and nudges Alicia forward. Her eyelids flicker and she huffs out a breath, then leans in and mimics Gerard, dragging her tongue up the length of Lindsey's cunt with exaggerated care before tipping her head to the side and letting Gerard move back in.

They trade off like that, one swipe of the tongue after another after another after another, and Lindsey is making the most incredible noises, growls and moans and whimpers half-lost under heavy breaths, her body stretching and contorting under the hands still holding her down. She's writhing and shuddering, flushed and sweaty all over.

She's beautiful, Mikey thinks, which he knew before but it's never really hit him in the gut before the way it does right in this moment.

Lindsey starts begging, then, pleas for "more" and "harder" gritted out through the snarl of her red lips. Gerard tips Alicia's chin up, pushing her up to start licking Lindsey's clit, and then Gerard slides three fingers into Lindsey's cunt. Lindsey gasps and jerks and starts rocking her hips hard. When she finally starts to come it's with Alicia's face between her clenching thighs and Alicia's hair twisted through her white-knuckled fingers, but the mess of sound falling from her lips is just unintelligible half-formed swears, loud and shaky and nobody's name at all.

Mikey's cock jumps insistently, hard and straining like he's a teenager again, as he watches his wife's body twist between another woman's legs. Another really, really hot woman. He's the luckiest guy alive, seriously, and he really fucking loves his wife.

Mikey only lets himself look at Gerard for a second--he's now curled on his side at Lindsey's hip, one hand casually stroking up and down the length of her body as she shivers and twitches, his other hand finally moving from between her legs to wrap around his dick and squeeze--and then Mikey leans in to wrap his hands around Alicia's waist and pull her gently away.

Alicia blinks at him for a moment before launching herself at him, straddling his lap easily, gracefully. She takes hold of his cock with one sticky hand and pulls the gusset of her panties aside with the other, and she breathes out heavily against his throat before pushing herself down and taking him in deep in one swift stroke.

It's sweet relief, fucking finally, and he just knows he won't last long; he can already feel his balls starting to get tight, feel the strain in his legs and the flutter in his stomach and the heat spreading outwards from his cock. He figures that's okay, though, because Alicia doesn't seem to be much better off than he is, what with the near-desperate way she's grinding down against him.

Then she kisses him, fast and fierce, and it tastes overwhelmingly of Lindsey. He sticks his tongue as far as it will go into Alicia's mouth to lick out every bit of it that he can reach. He holds Alicia tight all the while, one hand spread on the small of her back and the other smoothing over her hip to cup her ass. He should probably be holding her steady, keeping her lined up as she grinds down on his lap to meet his thrusts up, but he just wants to touch her, feel her, her soft skin and strong muscles and wet heat.

When they break the kiss, gasping for breath, he feels Alicia shiver against him, hears her hiss against the side of his face, feels her nails digging into the line of his shoulders. She rolls her hips, urging him deeper still, wrapping herself around him. Even as he feels her breasts press into his chest he looks up over her shoulder at the other side of the bed, where Lindsey is sprawled, languid and smirking, her fingers tangled with Gerard's as they work his dick together. He can see her toes, their nails like a line of little jewels, and then he looks further up.

Lindsey's thighs are long and perfect in the dim gold light of the room, and Mikey comes hard then, his eyes open and staring the whole time. His stomach gets all jittery as he rides out the end of his orgasm, and the bottom drops out as his eyes slip further up Lindsey's body, over her pale stomach and the tattoo he's only seen once before, up over the swell of her breasts, up to her face, where her eyes are half-closed and her lips are just barely parted and her lipstick is still perfectly, perfectly in place.

He keeps staring even as he feels Alicia work a hand in between their bodies to press at her clit, her knuckles dragging against his lower stomach. It's not long at all before she starts to clench around him, her whole body going tense until she collapses against his chest, sweaty and boneless and breathing hard against the sweaty skin of his throat. He starts stroking her hair, gently combing through the strands stuck damply to her back, as much out of habit as anything else, to give him something to do with his hands.

He's still watching Lindsey, watching the way the muscles in her arm flex, the way her fingers move, and he only looks away when he realizes that Gerard looks like he's about to come. He really doesn't need to see that. But even so, he pulls his gaze back just far enough to stare at Lindsey's toenails again.

Mikey closes his eyes, then, to force himself to look away. He's feeling totally liquid and warm all over, and it's all he can do to keep sitting up, supporting himself and Alicia. He kisses the top of Alicia's head before he eases her off his lap, and then when they're both sprawled out he wraps an arm around her, pulling her close until his nose smushing into the side of her head just next to her ear. Her hair smells like it might have smelled good earlier, after she washed it with one of the fancy shampoos she gets at salons in California. She turns and presses her face into Mikey's skin and he can feel her breathing.

"God, I need a shower," Alicia finally says into Mikey's shoulder.

"You can use ours," Lindsey says from across the bed, her voice gritty and kind of muffled.

"Cool," Alicia says, but doesn't get up.

Mikey figures she's still trying to find the energy to move. He knows the feeling, fuck. Eventually, though, she peels herself off him and climbs off his lap and pads off to the bathroom. He hears the shower turn on a minute later, and it runs for a while before he hears the door open again.

"Mikey?" Alicia's got her head just sticking out the door, and he can see the edge of a white towel she's holding in front of her chest. "You coming?"

Mikey groans, then hopes Alicia knows to take that as a yes. It takes him a few deep breaths before he can get up off the bed, but once he's sitting up it's easy enough to stand, and from there it's only a few steps to the bathroom.

They're mostly quiet in the shower, moving easily around each other as they trade off under the hot spray. Mikey watches Alicia's face as she stands under the water, watches the way her eyes close lightly and her mouth goes relaxed and loose. He can't stop himself from pushing wet strands of hair back off the sides of her face and she opens her eyes to smile at him, and then tips her face up to brush a soft kiss against his lips.

He kisses her back, just as gently, and then wraps her up in the biggest towel he can find on the rack when she climbs out of the shower.

Alicia makes Mikey drive them home, claiming she's worried she'll fall asleep at the wheel. She doesn't quite fall asleep in the passenger seat but she's groggy when Mikey pulls the car to a stop, and she grabs his hand and holds tight when they start climbing the stairs to their front door.

She keeps holding his hand when they're lying together in bed, their legs overlapping at the ankle but their bodies not otherwise touching. Both cats and one of the dogs are in bed with them; Bunny's got her nose tucked under Alicia's chin and if Mikey weren't so tired he'd roll over to grab his phone off the night stand to take a picture.

He settles for just looking at her instead, studying the line of her nose and lips and chin against the dark of the room as she falls asleep.