Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Dem Dry Bones - Gerard/Mikey (1/3)desfinadoJuly 11 2011, 06:27:07 UTC
"The tibula," Mikey reads, fingers tracing the page, "connects the ankle to the..." his breath hitches and he shifts against the pillows he's got propped up against the wall, "the knee. It's joined by the, uh -" warm hands circle his calf and he feels dry lips press to his skin, right in the centre of his shin, then two more kisses up to his knee. The blankets shift and Mikey doesn't let himself look up from his textbook to the shape underneath them, even though he can feel warm breath ghosting across his skin.
"The patella," Mikey continues, "protects the knee joint." A kiss on his right knee, then the left. "Also known as the knee cap or kneepan, it connects to the femur, which joins to the hip."
Mikey bites his lip and his fingers tighten on either side of his textbook, losing his place, as a warm tongue darts out to wet lips that are now dragging up the inside of his thigh, the soft skin there. "The femur is the largest bone in the human body and - ah," Mikey gasps, thighs twitching together, feeling the wet trail left behind on his leg, mouth breathing warm and heavy at the soft, thin skin of his inner thigh. "I can't -" he tries to school his voice, to whisper, because it's late and their parents are downstairs.
"Shh, Mikey," Gerard says into the warm skin of Mikey's thigh. "Keep going. Gotta study."
Mikey's chest is rising and falling and he feels way too naked under the blanket that's up around his armpits, textbook digging into his stomach.
"The head of the femur connects with the... the hip joint," Mikey says, licking his lips, feeling his brother's mouth close over the sharp point of his hip bone. "The hip joint connects to the pelvic, uh, girdle. Which includes the greater, or false pelvis - shit, Gerard," Mikey hisses as Gerard's palm sweeps across the hollow of Mikey's belly to fold over his other hip. God, if his forearm was just a little lower, he'd feel how hard Mikey is. "Fuck. Which includes the greater, or false pelvis, and the lesser, or true pelvis," Mikey says in a rush.
He pauses and breathes with his eyes closed for a second, skin hot and nerves tingling everywhere that Gerard is touching him - lips and hands bracketing Mikey's hips, holding him gently to the mattress, the warmth of Gerard's elbows against Mikey's thighs, Gerard's own hips between Mikey's legs. Mikey can hear Gerard breathing, knows it must be hot under the blankets, but his brother waits. Mikey swallows and turns the page.
"The spine," he starts, "is made up of thirty-three vertebrae." Gerard lifts up to brace his elbows on the bed on either side of Mikey's torso as he slides his hands under the small of his back. "They're separated into three sections: the, uh cervical, thoracic, and lumbar spine." The words are awkward on Mikey's tongue but Gerard's fingers walk up the ridges of his spine anyway. Gerard doesn't try to kiss him there, just presses his lips into Mikey's belly.
"The rib cage protects the chest cavity," Mikey says, and shifts the textbook to the side so Gerard can lower his mouth and press his lips to each of Mikey's ribs. "Humans have twenty-four ribs each, separated by muscles, nerves and arteries. They - fuck." Mikey swears and drops back against the pillow as Gerard shifts forward to kiss Mikey's upper ribs and his soft stomach presses up against Mikey's hard-on. "I can't, I can't," he whines, voice breaking on the last word as he covers his face with his hands, "Gerard."
"Shhh," Gerard whispers into his sternum. Mikey can't handle the delicate way Gerard lifts Mikey up from below with fingertips slotted between his vertebrae and presses him back down with kisses between his ribs, like Mikey is something careful and precious. His dick is hard and leaking into the front of his brother's t-shirt. "Come on, Mikes. I know you can do this."
Gerard pauses there, and Mikey peeks out between his fingers, face burning red, to watch the blankets shift as Gerard kisses carefully around Mikey's nipples. "The clavicle," Mikey groans, remembering seeing it next on the diagram. "The clavicle is next."
"The patella," Mikey continues, "protects the knee joint." A kiss on his right knee, then the left. "Also known as the knee cap or kneepan, it connects to the femur, which joins to the hip."
Mikey bites his lip and his fingers tighten on either side of his textbook, losing his place, as a warm tongue darts out to wet lips that are now dragging up the inside of his thigh, the soft skin there. "The femur is the largest bone in the human body and - ah," Mikey gasps, thighs twitching together, feeling the wet trail left behind on his leg, mouth breathing warm and heavy at the soft, thin skin of his inner thigh. "I can't -" he tries to school his voice, to whisper, because it's late and their parents are downstairs.
"Shh, Mikey," Gerard says into the warm skin of Mikey's thigh. "Keep going. Gotta study."
Mikey's chest is rising and falling and he feels way too naked under the blanket that's up around his armpits, textbook digging into his stomach.
"The head of the femur connects with the... the hip joint," Mikey says, licking his lips, feeling his brother's mouth close over the sharp point of his hip bone. "The hip joint connects to the pelvic, uh, girdle. Which includes the greater, or false pelvis - shit, Gerard," Mikey hisses as Gerard's palm sweeps across the hollow of Mikey's belly to fold over his other hip. God, if his forearm was just a little lower, he'd feel how hard Mikey is. "Fuck. Which includes the greater, or false pelvis, and the lesser, or true pelvis," Mikey says in a rush.
He pauses and breathes with his eyes closed for a second, skin hot and nerves tingling everywhere that Gerard is touching him - lips and hands bracketing Mikey's hips, holding him gently to the mattress, the warmth of Gerard's elbows against Mikey's thighs, Gerard's own hips between Mikey's legs. Mikey can hear Gerard breathing, knows it must be hot under the blankets, but his brother waits. Mikey swallows and turns the page.
"The spine," he starts, "is made up of thirty-three vertebrae." Gerard lifts up to brace his elbows on the bed on either side of Mikey's torso as he slides his hands under the small of his back. "They're separated into three sections: the, uh cervical, thoracic, and lumbar spine." The words are awkward on Mikey's tongue but Gerard's fingers walk up the ridges of his spine anyway. Gerard doesn't try to kiss him there, just presses his lips into Mikey's belly.
"The rib cage protects the chest cavity," Mikey says, and shifts the textbook to the side so Gerard can lower his mouth and press his lips to each of Mikey's ribs. "Humans have twenty-four ribs each, separated by muscles, nerves and arteries. They - fuck." Mikey swears and drops back against the pillow as Gerard shifts forward to kiss Mikey's upper ribs and his soft stomach presses up against Mikey's hard-on. "I can't, I can't," he whines, voice breaking on the last word as he covers his face with his hands, "Gerard."
"Shhh," Gerard whispers into his sternum. Mikey can't handle the delicate way Gerard lifts Mikey up from below with fingertips slotted between his vertebrae and presses him back down with kisses between his ribs, like Mikey is something careful and precious. His dick is hard and leaking into the front of his brother's t-shirt. "Come on, Mikes. I know you can do this."
Gerard pauses there, and Mikey peeks out between his fingers, face burning red, to watch the blankets shift as Gerard kisses carefully around Mikey's nipples. "The clavicle," Mikey groans, remembering seeing it next on the diagram. "The clavicle is next."
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