Fic: Let You In (Bandom, Gerard/Brian, FRAO)
Title: Let You In
Author: allyndra
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Gerard/Brian
Rating: FRAO
Length: 900 words
Disclaimer: OMG, so very fake. Don't Google yourself!
Summary: Fisting. Yeah, that's about it.
Notes: Written for dancinbutterfly for a drabble prompt.
Brian’s fingers were working into him, pressing and turning and fuck. It was so good already. The stretch was almost a burn, not enough to hurt (not yet, Gerard whispered inside his head), but enough to white out almost everything else. Everything but himself and Brian and the aching need for more, more, even fuller.
Brian stilled his hand, and Gerard craned his neck down to glare at him. Brian gave him an unimpressed look back. “Next is my knuckles. It’s going to get intense.”
Gerard tried to laugh, but it came out broken and thready. “Intense is good. Give me intense,” he said. Fuck, he’d asked for this. Didn’t that tell Brian that intense was exactly what Gerard wanted?
Brian just looked at him for a moment, and Gerard felt doubt shiver through him. Brian didn’t always give him what he wanted. Hell, Brian knew him too well to think that giving him what he wanted was always a good idea. But he usually gave him what he needed. And fuck, fuck, fuck, Gerard needed this.
He shifted his hips, trying to fit himself further onto Brian’s hand, and Brian shook his head. He spread his free hand across Gerard’s hipbone, thumb resting the shallow dip, and pressed him down to the bed. “Keep still,” he said. “I’ll get you there.”
Gerard relaxed in relief, and then forced his body to relax even more. Brian slicked even more lube over his hand, and Gerard wanted to mock him. Wanted to joke about using up all of the lube in the free world, and what Frank would do next time Jamia visited, when there was a lube shortage. And then Brian pressed in, and every thought, every joke, every word that wasn’t Brian and yes slid out of his mind.
Gerard breathed. He couldn’t do anything else. He willed himself open and he breathed. It hurt now, the slow, steady force almost splitting him, almost breaking him. He really fucking wanted it. His throat worked and his hands clenched so tight he could barely feel them.
And then Brian’s hand was moving more easily and Gerard was almost choking on sensation. He was flat on his back, pinned to the bed, but he felt like he was flying.
“Gee?” Brian’s voice was fucking devastated, and Gerard wondered what it was like from his end. What he was seeing, what he was feeling. “You good?”
Gerard’s throat worked helplessly for a moment before he could make a sound. “Yeah,” he managed. “Yeah, yes, fuck. Brian.” Brian’s name came out as a whine, a plea, and Gerard didn’t even know what he was asking for.
Brian seemed to know, or else he was fucking amazing at guessing, because his hand shifted inside Gerard. Not thrusting, just rolling, twisting enough that his knuckles were rubbing over his prostate. It started a new kind of burn, a shuddering, slowly building pleasure on top of the clean, throbbing pain.
Something like a whimper broke from the back of his throat, and Gerard’s hips tried to move again. Not trying to get closer or more this time, just unable to keep still against the onslaught of feeling. He didn’t realize his eyes were closed until he opened them to see Brian gazing at him, his face flushed and wanting.
“Could you come from this?” Brian asked tightly. His lips were very red and wet, and Gerard wondered if he’d been biting them. “If I told you to?”
Gerard’s cock had gone soft from the stretch, but it was hard again now, and it twitched at Brian’s words. Gerard swallowed. “You’re not the boss of me,” he said, as defiantly as he could. He forced his right hand to relax from its tight fist and moved it to wrap around his cock.
It was almost too much. One more sensation adding to the overload. But Brian kept rolling his knuckles over Gerard’s prostate, twisting deep inside, and when Gerard stroked his hand, slick and firm up his cock, it went from too much to completely fucking perfect.
“Oh, my God.” Gerard was gasping, his whole body going hot and tense, and when he came, it crashed over him. Dashed him to pieces, his mind shattered and blank as his body quaked through it.
When he came back to himself, Brian was still kneeling between Gerard’s legs, staring at him like he was a miracle or a freak. Maybe both. When he saw that Gerard was looking back at him, he gave him a weak smile. “Holy shit, Gerard.”
He worked his hand out slow and careful and then crawled up the bed to lie beside Gerard. “Holy shit,” he said again. His hand was moving fast on his own cock, and Gerard wanted to help, but he couldn’t fucking move. Brian didn’t seem to mind. He came kissing Gerard’s shoulder, panting curses against his skin.
When he was done, he lifted his head. “You okay?” he asked, a frown creasing his forehead.
Okay? Gerard felt battered. His ass ached with a sharpness that sex had never left, his leg muscles felt like they’d been cramping for days, and his heart was still racing. “I’m amazing,” he assured him.
“Yeah,” Brian said. His voice was almost reverent, so Gerard was going with miracle instead of freak. He was glad. “You really fucking are.”
“I am,” Gerard grinned tiredly.
Author: allyndra
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Gerard/Brian
Rating: FRAO
Length: 900 words
Disclaimer: OMG, so very fake. Don't Google yourself!
Summary: Fisting. Yeah, that's about it.
Notes: Written for dancinbutterfly for a drabble prompt.
Brian’s fingers were working into him, pressing and turning and fuck. It was so good already. The stretch was almost a burn, not enough to hurt (not yet, Gerard whispered inside his head), but enough to white out almost everything else. Everything but himself and Brian and the aching need for more, more, even fuller.
Brian stilled his hand, and Gerard craned his neck down to glare at him. Brian gave him an unimpressed look back. “Next is my knuckles. It’s going to get intense.”
Gerard tried to laugh, but it came out broken and thready. “Intense is good. Give me intense,” he said. Fuck, he’d asked for this. Didn’t that tell Brian that intense was exactly what Gerard wanted?
Brian just looked at him for a moment, and Gerard felt doubt shiver through him. Brian didn’t always give him what he wanted. Hell, Brian knew him too well to think that giving him what he wanted was always a good idea. But he usually gave him what he needed. And fuck, fuck, fuck, Gerard needed this.
He shifted his hips, trying to fit himself further onto Brian’s hand, and Brian shook his head. He spread his free hand across Gerard’s hipbone, thumb resting the shallow dip, and pressed him down to the bed. “Keep still,” he said. “I’ll get you there.”
Gerard relaxed in relief, and then forced his body to relax even more. Brian slicked even more lube over his hand, and Gerard wanted to mock him. Wanted to joke about using up all of the lube in the free world, and what Frank would do next time Jamia visited, when there was a lube shortage. And then Brian pressed in, and every thought, every joke, every word that wasn’t Brian and yes slid out of his mind.
Gerard breathed. He couldn’t do anything else. He willed himself open and he breathed. It hurt now, the slow, steady force almost splitting him, almost breaking him. He really fucking wanted it. His throat worked and his hands clenched so tight he could barely feel them.
And then Brian’s hand was moving more easily and Gerard was almost choking on sensation. He was flat on his back, pinned to the bed, but he felt like he was flying.
“Gee?” Brian’s voice was fucking devastated, and Gerard wondered what it was like from his end. What he was seeing, what he was feeling. “You good?”
Gerard’s throat worked helplessly for a moment before he could make a sound. “Yeah,” he managed. “Yeah, yes, fuck. Brian.” Brian’s name came out as a whine, a plea, and Gerard didn’t even know what he was asking for.
Brian seemed to know, or else he was fucking amazing at guessing, because his hand shifted inside Gerard. Not thrusting, just rolling, twisting enough that his knuckles were rubbing over his prostate. It started a new kind of burn, a shuddering, slowly building pleasure on top of the clean, throbbing pain.
Something like a whimper broke from the back of his throat, and Gerard’s hips tried to move again. Not trying to get closer or more this time, just unable to keep still against the onslaught of feeling. He didn’t realize his eyes were closed until he opened them to see Brian gazing at him, his face flushed and wanting.
“Could you come from this?” Brian asked tightly. His lips were very red and wet, and Gerard wondered if he’d been biting them. “If I told you to?”
Gerard’s cock had gone soft from the stretch, but it was hard again now, and it twitched at Brian’s words. Gerard swallowed. “You’re not the boss of me,” he said, as defiantly as he could. He forced his right hand to relax from its tight fist and moved it to wrap around his cock.
It was almost too much. One more sensation adding to the overload. But Brian kept rolling his knuckles over Gerard’s prostate, twisting deep inside, and when Gerard stroked his hand, slick and firm up his cock, it went from too much to completely fucking perfect.
“Oh, my God.” Gerard was gasping, his whole body going hot and tense, and when he came, it crashed over him. Dashed him to pieces, his mind shattered and blank as his body quaked through it.
When he came back to himself, Brian was still kneeling between Gerard’s legs, staring at him like he was a miracle or a freak. Maybe both. When he saw that Gerard was looking back at him, he gave him a weak smile. “Holy shit, Gerard.”
He worked his hand out slow and careful and then crawled up the bed to lie beside Gerard. “Holy shit,” he said again. His hand was moving fast on his own cock, and Gerard wanted to help, but he couldn’t fucking move. Brian didn’t seem to mind. He came kissing Gerard’s shoulder, panting curses against his skin.
When he was done, he lifted his head. “You okay?” he asked, a frown creasing his forehead.
Okay? Gerard felt battered. His ass ached with a sharpness that sex had never left, his leg muscles felt like they’d been cramping for days, and his heart was still racing. “I’m amazing,” he assured him.
“Yeah,” Brian said. His voice was almost reverent, so Gerard was going with miracle instead of freak. He was glad. “You really fucking are.”
“I am,” Gerard grinned tiredly.