Ever fallen in love with some one, you shouldn't have fallen in love with?
“C’mon Gerard, you know how long I’ve wanted to do this…” he whispered softly into his ear, his thin lips stroking tenderly his earlobe.
He was rubbing his calloused fingers restlessly on his arms, trying to get attention…
The red haired man, instead, struggled to free himself from that touch, trying not to fall in the sinful temptation of those pretty hazel eyes.
He was trying his best to resist but every time his will became more and more weak, as his brother’s passionate eyes met his…
“Mikey… you know I love you, I love you so much and you also know how much I’d fucking love to give you what you want…”
“You said you’d have given all for me…” he murmured gently, taking his brother’s face in his hand, brushing his thumbs on his silky cheeks “We’re brothers after all…”
“That’s the point, Mikey!! I don’t want this… to be my… burden…” but as he was saying that, he found himself holding the young bassist by his waist and slowly moving his hands up his spine.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the light touch of his brother’s talented hands “C’mon, Gerard, I know you want this too…”
He didn’t reply, but kept on stroking his back
“Mmmh yeah, right there…” the young bassist sighed.
“Oh c’mon you promised…” he added after a couple of seconds, tilting his head back, showing his neck. His skin was so pale and soft, that looked like an invitation.
“I… I didn’t…” the singer managed to whisper, doing his best to keep control, and a little authority, typical of bigger brothers, but it was all useless, his fingers were already tasting, that warm neck.
“Oh yeah you fucking did, and you better move and give me what I want, Gee…” he said, smiling playfully.
He brushed a lock of blond hair out of his face, and sighed in exasperation and sympathy at the same time.
“C’mon Gerard, you’re the only one for me, you know…” he insisted, petting him, like a stubborn baby.
“Alright… alright, Mikey, you won…”
The blonde’s face shined in a happy smile and with a little joyful squeal, he advanced among the shop-windows to choose that new bass that he desired so much, looking with interest and expert eye at all the instruments placed in line...
“Wait, it’s not my fault if you like to play the rockstar and you smashed your bass on stage even though you knew it was your only one, I’m not even going to…”
He was interrupted by the young bassist’s lips placing on his lightly, then his loving smile
“Yes, you’re going to pay for it, aren’t you, big bro’?”
Not really sure about this... I think I could have done much better... but I hope you like it, Sis!!!