MCR RPS: The Law of Unintended Consequences (Gerard/Mikey, NC-17)

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The Law of Unintended Consequences
Gerard/Mikey, NC-17, 11, 525 words
by thelemic and drusillathemad
"Once Gerard takes up reading fantasy novels out loud in his bunk, there is no longer quiet on the bus.

Ever.

But the thing is, he gets really into it. He starts doing different character voices and makes it dramatic, and the others have just started to go with it. Ray kind of likes listening to it, because it gets him in a creative mood, Bob listens to it to take a break, and Frank is running around anyway."



Once Gerard takes up reading fantasy novels out loud in his bunk, there is no longer quiet on the bus.

Ever.

But the thing is, he gets really into it. He starts doing different character voices and makes it dramatic, and the others have just started to go with it. Ray kind of likes listening to it, because it gets him in a creative mood, Bob listens to it to take a break, and Frank is running around anyway. But Mikey-Mikey seriously just wanted some alone time without his brother's voice making a special guest appearance.

But the thing is, Gerard reads everything. Bad sex scenes included. Still in character voices, complete with noises.

Which, if Mikey can ignore the fact that it's Gerard's voice, it's sort of hot, because he makes these little breathy "nnh" sounds for the heroine.

And it's really, really badly written with ridiculous euphemisms for everything but it doesn't really matter and of course Gerard would get to that part when Mikey was jerking off rather than, you know, listening to music or doing something not involving liking Gerard's heroine voices. Or--he's not going to get into the hero ones, because Gerard can't pull off 'buff mysterious man' very well. At all.

But he did and it seems like a shame to waste porn (even if it's awful and has things like "quivering sword of manly desire"), so Mikey just goes with it. It's not like Gerard has to ever ever know.

Gerard is reading loud enough to drown out any noise Mikey might make (if he actually made any, but he's pretty good at not doing so by now, considering how many years he had to do it while sharing a room with Gerard) anyway, but it's still a little weird when the "I command you... come!" line actually makes him do it

And. Well, it was sort of hot. He might like to try it again sometime, but he's not sure how he would broach the subject-- "Hey, Gerard, you want to read some more of that fantasy book aloud? The dirty parts. What, no, I'm just going to go listen from the bunks so I can jack off, thanks."

The problem is, Gerard takes a break from reading barely a minute later to get some more coffee (and possibly a smoke) and he's on the bottom bunk right across from Mikey's bottom bunk and well, it's four in the afternoon and he's pretty sure Mikey isn't actually sleeping so he pulls back the curtain to ask if Mikey wants any coffee, too. And, well.

Gerard just stares, and Mikey has a moment to think Shit, I really should have pulled my jeans up. And maybe changed shirts… before the curtain slams shut again. "Sorry!" Gerard's voice is higher than usual (impressively) and, well, it kind of reminds Mikey of the voice he was doing for blushing heroine.

He almost says so but he's pretty sure that now? Is not the time to be bringing that up. So he just kind of lies back and pulls his jeans back on, rolling out of the bunk to go for the coffee

Gerard is jittering a little more than he usually does when he already has a cup of coffee in his hand. "I. Sorry, Mikes, I didn't." Mikey squeezes past him, their hips bumping together in the cramped kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring a cup for himself. "It's cool, no big deal."

But neither of them are about to deny that hey, that's weird. Finally, Mikey offers, "I bet you could be one of those book-on-tape readers or something." He doesn't really mean for the pornographic bits--and what do books on tape do when there's a sex scene? He's pretty sure he's never heard one that had one.

"Oh. Thanks." Gerard smiles a little and tries hard not to think about what part he was reading, because he knows his voice carries to the bunks. And if. Mikey had to have heard him, had to have been listening while he...

And then his brain catches up to what Mikey said with that knowledge in mind and, um. "I'm pretty sure they don't have scenes like that in books on tape, dude." He's trying not to think about the whole factor of Mikey jerking off listening to him but, well. At least he was doing character voices and not his own. That makes it okay, right?

"I guess." Mikey shrugs. "Still. It was." Really sorta hot. "Pretty neat, with like, the emotion and shit. And I bet they do. If it's in the book, I mean, you can't just cut it out, right?"

"Well, yeah, but." Gerard frowns. "Most of them are read by like. Sixty year old dudes. That has to be weird for them, you know?" He tries to block out the singularly horrifying thought of their dad being a books on tape guy because--eeeugh.

"Well." Mikey half smiles, thumbing his glasses back up his nose. "That's why they need you, yeah?" No one wants old guys reading their stuff, but Gerard manages to make even the most cheesy sex scene good fantasy material.

"Uhm." Gerard resists the urge to fake a coughing fit just so he doesn't have to figure out something to actually say to that. "Yeah, um. Something like that." He takes another sip of his coffee to have something to do with himself because talking about him reading the book sex scenes is kind of really, really awkward.

"Yeah.": Mikey settles a little bit, shifting his weight. The silence should be companionable but, well, he jerked off to his brother's voice--no matter how much he'd like to protest it was the book and Gerard reading it was just incidental, there's no way he would have done anything more than laugh at that sex scene were it on the page.

And the worst part is, Gerard is entirely aware that he did it. Which only makes it much, much worse. He bites his lip and looks intently at a spot on the wall (it looks a little like a scorchmark) that he knows wasn't there yesterday. He's probably going to have to ask Frank about it. "Sorry," he offers finally, shrugging.

"What?" Mikey looks over at him, nose wrinkled. As far as he knows, Gerard isn't the one getting off on his brother, so in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't seem Gerard has so much to apologize for. "What for?"

"I was reading while you--you know." Gerard points out, trying not to blush as he shrugs. "I mean, that's gotta be kind of weird." It's not like Mikey is unused to him reading everything aloud or doing the voices for it, he just usually finds better times to do it.

"I. Yeah. I guess." Mikey ducks his head, wishes his hair was as good for hiding behind as Gerard's is. This is really not a fun conversation, or one he ever imagined having to have. "It wasn't, like, your fault. I. I could have asked you stop, if it was. A problem."

"Oh." Gerard kind of wants to ask because--it wasn't a problem? Either Mikey is good at tuning things out, or. Or. He can't really make his mind go there. Except it totally kind of is going there. "Okay."

Mikey picks at the hem of his T-shirt. "It was, you know. Kind of nice?" No. Holy fuck, he didn't just...a long thread pulls loose when Mikey's fingers jerk on it. Well. Too late, now it's out there, and Gerard's going to have to respond to it.

"I--" and apparently Gerard's mind was going to the correct places with that? Holy fuck. "Oh. Um. Okay? That's." If they gave out awards for the worst at constructing sentences under pressure he would have about a million of them. "The heroine?" he guesses, trying to lighten the whole mood of the room a little.

Mikey giggles, the high, nervous kind but apparently they are having this conversation, so he glances away from his rapidly deteriorating hem and smiles a little, corners of his mouth turned but still tight. "Yeah."

Gerard has to grin at that because as fucked up as this whole situation is, he's damn proud of his heroine voice. And he knows it's good. He didn't. Didn't really know that it was good enough to have Mikey get off on it, though.

And they're at a standstill again. Mikey wonders briefly if there's a better place to have a discussion about his apparent audio-incestuous leanings than the bus kitchen, but. No. There really isn't a good place, so he supposes this will have to be fine. "She's definitely a work of art."

"I put a lot of work into her," Gerard says, nodding sagely, trying to ignore the part of his brain that is screaming protest and telling him to just run away. He doesn't even mean to do it, but when he says it it sounds a little more like heroinevoice than his usual.

Mikey winces, just slightly, at the almost-heroinevoice, because. Well. Apparently his body remembers it a little too well. "I could tell." And he's having a perfectly usual conversation with Gerard, except for the part where there's the constant undercurrent of "oh god".

Gerard looks down at his feet for a moment and on the way up his eyes get a little stuck because Mikey is still sort of--well, no, he amends, it wouldn't be still since he just jerked off, so ohgod Mikey is totally getting hard from hearing him doing the character voices again. "Yeah."

Gerard isn't looking Mikey in the eye anymore, and actually he seems to kind of be looking...oh. Okay, this just got way more awkward. But he can't shift (and run and hide) because then it would be completely and utterly obvious. So he just kind of nods. "It's. It's cool that you have another creative outlet now. In case all the drawing and singing and sucky dancing doesn't work out."

"Mhmm." But Gerard really can't look up and he has no idea why because god, this is so weird but. But. He forces himself to stare at the floor intently because he just can't keep looking at that. That would be weird. And as if the rest of this isn't weird. "So, um." He shifts from one foot to the other and lets himself look up finally. And then of course, his eyes get stuck staring at Mikey's lips because his life just works like that.

"Yeah." Mikey bites his lip and glances kind of hopefully towards the common area, because as mortifying as having Frank (or Ray or Bob) walk in one him totally hard from having a conversation with his brother about jacking off to said brother's voice, it couldn't be worse than just standing here. But no, there is no approaching bandmate.

"Hmm." Gerard isn't really saying 'hmm' at anything in particular, just doesn't want to let the awkward silence continue (if anything, though, this is nearly as bad) for longer than it has to. But the problem is, every time he lets himself look up he's staring at Mikey's lips. And they're pink and a little bitten and--oh god, what is wrong with him?

Mikey lets his teeth drag over his lip until it slips out of his grip, tasting a little blood from where his lips split earlier (he really needed to pick up another chapstick) "Hmm what?"

Gerard shrugs but he's still staring at Mikey's lips, because if he didn't know better he would think Mikey was doing it on purpose. But he wouldn't, he seriously wouldn't do that because unlike him, Mikey isn't insane. And the worst part is that he can see just a little bit of blood on Mikey's lip and--Mikey knows that kind of thing gets to him.

Mikey wrinkles his nose, because he thought he had eye contact with Gerard but now it seems that Gerard's eyes are just a little too low...no. He knows he's a sick freak, but he's not going to start imagining that Gerard is staring at his mouth. But what if he is? Slow, watching Gerard's face closely, Mikey slides his tongue out to swipe over his lower lip, clearing away the remaining blood.

Gerard grits his teeth against making any sound whatsoever but his breath catches, staring at Mikey's lips and how they get a little redder as Mikey licks the blood off of them and--is he crazy? Is Mikey doing it on purpose to drive him insane or not doing it on purpose and driving him insane anyway?

Mikey can definitely see the quick change in Gerard's breathing after how many years living in the same room (the room where they both jacked off, watched porn, read porn, and on and on). "You okay, Gee?" There's definitely a teasing lilt to his voice, because as insanely weird as this is, he's glad it's not just him.

Gerard tries to keep his voice as even as possible and wow, it is much harder than he anticipated and it still comes out a little strangled. From Mikey's tone he's beginning to seriously, seriously doubt that Mikey is unaware of what this is doing to him. "Yeah, um. Yeah, I'm fine. Just. Fine." He tries to take a deep breath.

Mikey feels a tiny thrill at Gerard's difficulty speaking. It's not just me. I'm not the only freak here. He tilts his head slightly to the side, confident in his success--you don't get to be one of the most successful flirts on the scene without a few tricks, and though he's never imagined using them on his brother...well. "You sure? You sound kinda flustered."

"I--Yeah, no, just. Thinking about things." He is flustered, he's totally flustered, because there's no question in his mind anymore about what Mikey is doing and. And Mikey is flirting with him. His little brother is flirting with him. And he is so, so going to hell for it but he's pretty sure that Mikey's flirting is actually working.

"What kind of things?" And dang, Mikey hasn't worked that almostpurr since Gabe, but it comes out just as well as it did then--easily capable of being heard as a perfectly normal, if a little rolling, tone of voice, but to the right ears...

Shit. Gerard has heard that voice maybe once or twice in his entire life, because he generally makes it a rule to not listen in when his little brother is trying to find someone to hook up with--but now Mikey is using it on him and that's actually a little frightening, if he thinks about it. "Just. Thoughts." And god, they're so close together; he wants to either kiss Mikey or go run and hide forever.

"Okay." Mikey tilts his hips, unmistakably flirtatious, just in case Gerard may have missed the memo. He smiles a little, and uses the same smooth voice when he speaks again. "Don't tell me. I was just asking."

Gerard feels dumb enough being a stuttery mess around his own brother and he frowns, shifting forward so they're closer together, well into each others' personal space. It would be awkward, incredibly so, if any of the rest of the band were to walk in--then again, they've seen him lick Mikey's nipple onstage, this is tame by comparison. "Sorry if I don't want to come out and say everything," he says, shrugging a little.

"I just wanted to know--" Mikey considers how close they are (kissing-close, his brain offers unhelpfully) and he shifts his weight so one of his hips brushes lightly against Gerard's, denim whispering "--what you're thinking. Not everything has to be a huge issue, bro."

And Mikey is still using that same voice, the one that makes it hard to think every time he opens his mouth. Gerard bites at his lip, finally deciding that he's had seriously enough of trying to figure out what Mikey's deal is, he's just going to ask. "Are you--" and his voice is lower than he intends, quiet so no one will hear and try to leap onto both of them (Frank.)-- "flirting with me?"

God, that shouldn't be hot, but Mikey feels a hot rush just as he's biting his lip to hold in a laugh. He doesn't think anyone's ever had to doublecheck once he'd brought his best game, but then again, no one he's flirted with has been related to him (god, he's flirting with his older brother just like he'd flirt with any guy in a club, is he insane) "Just a bit. Are you freaked?" Because this wouldn't just wreck the band if Gerard thinks he's a sick pervert--his family would crash around his ears.

Gerard actually has to consider that one. Is he freaked? He tries to imagine them going further than they are, seeing if it'll make him feel sick or disgusted or--or something, but. For some reason, he can't actually even make himself freaked out about it, not even if he tries. And he should probably say so, before Mikey gets the entirely wrong idea. "No, um. Not really." The unspoken--"I should be".

"Cool." Gerard seems to be honestly doing okay, so Mikey leans forward, making use of the long curve of his spine and keeping his hips neatly away from Gerard's (for now, and now he's making plans, good god). Mouth next to Gerard's ear, he whispers "Would you panic if I asked to kiss you?"

Gerard's heart definitely does something, practically skips a beat, but he's not stupid enough to mistake it for panic. He should be panicking. Why isn't he panicking? And before he can even think on the matter further his traitorous mouth already says "Don't think so." And ohgodohgod Mikey is going to kiss him and anyone could walk in and see it and--okay, now he's panicking, but not about the kiss itself as much as the being seen factor

Yes. Mikey is hoping, really hoping, that the other guys are involved in a video game, or something, and won't suddenly be hungry and come to the kitchen. But he's not worried enough that he's willing to stop. So he leans in even a little bit closer, spine practically bowed, so that his lips brush against Gerard's ear. "Can I kiss you?"

Gerard takes a sharp breath, eyes closing a little at the feel of Mikey's lips against his ear, and--this is supposed to be wrong, isn't it? Unless he's missed something entirely, the thought of kissing his little brother (and it would be different if it were his idea and Mikey was the hesitant one, because then it would be wrong) should bother him. "Okay," he murmurs, trying to will his heart to stop pounding like it is.

Mikey grins, nose still pressing close to Gerard's ear, for a moment before pulling back just far enough that he can come back to look at Gerard's face (this is the last time he's going to see Gerard's lips without knowing what they feel like) and even though it's his brother (a nasty part of him says because it's his brother) he's not at all nervous. He kisses Gerard, lips slightly parted.

It's light, it doesn't feel like anything other than what it is, lips pressed against his, but just the knowledge that this is Mikey sends a sick little thrill through him. He doesn't want to be the one to lead things, not when Mikey is the younger one and--he isn't going to kid himself that Mikey is any less experienced (if not more, really) but it feels better to him to let Mikey (his little brother, what is he doing) take control.

Mikey makes a soft, satisfied sound. Gerard doesn't seem to be any hurry to push the kiss forward, though Mikey suspects it's more out of Gerard's tendency to be "big brother" even now (it's his big brother he's kissing). Still, he doesn't want to push too far or too fast, freak Gerard out. He rests his hand on Gerard's shoulder, just where it starts to curve up to his neck, sliding his fingers under Gerard's shirt to feel the warm skin on his back.

Gerard finally lets himself press forward in return, opening his mouth under Mikey's but not making a move to kiss him deeper--if Mikey wants to actually make out with him (and he's not going to lie to himself and say he'd mind) Mikey will have to actually be the one to initiate that himself. He makes a little noise of his own as Mikey's fingers brush against his skin, hot against his back.

Gerard's mouth open is too good of an invitation to pass up (and a definite reassurance that Mikey isn't forcing something on Gerard that will tear them apart later). Mikey slides his tongue along Gerard's lower lip, coaxing Gerard to respond with his own.

That's all Gerard needs (reassurance that yeah, yeah what they're doing is okay) and he lets himself kiss harder, hand sliding up to cup the back of Mikey's neck. He makes a soft noise, fingers sliding into soft hair, and he would let them tighten but he doesn't know if that--if that's something Mikey is into. He's hardly let himself think of his little brother's potential kinks.

Mikey groans into Gerard's mouth, loving the feel of fingers in his hair, kissing him as thoroughly as he knows how. He slides his own fingers along Gerard's skin, moving from the back of his shoulder to cup his neck and stroke at the soft hair at the nape, then back again.

Emboldened by the noise, Gerard lets his fingers slide higher, aware that he's totally messing up the back of Mikey's hair but can't really bring himself to care. He's already starting to think up excuses for it, and god, he's all-too aware that Mikey is pressing forward with more than just his mouth and he rocks against Mikey before he can stop himself

Mikey hisses when Gerard moves back against him, hands in his hair, it's all so good but it brings him back, reminds him of where they are. Much as he hates to, he pulls back, breathing a little harder. "Gee. Fuck, we can't do this here."

It's a bit of an uncomfortable reminder--since they aren't really supposed to be doing this at all. But--he's okay with it and so is Mikey and Mikey's right, they just can't do this (what would that have ended up being? he has to wonder) in the kitchen area. "Yeah, I know. Um." He doesn't know what to do next. Do they go about the rest of the day like it didn't happen? Pray no one else is in the bunks and make for them?

"I don't." Mikey doesn't want to take a step back, but he knows if he keeps standing within kissing distance...that's exactly what he'll do. So he moves back, far enough away from Gerard that he'd have to surge forward and grab him by the collar and just pull him in to--shit. He shakes his head. "I. There's a hotel night tomorrow. We could. Talk." He winces, waits for the refusal, the realization.

Gerard frowns when Mikey winces because--have hotel nights become a bad thing? Last thing he heard they were possibly the best thing ever. Unless Mikey assumes he's going to want to do something and doesn't want to and--now he's freaking out a little but only because he's worried now. "What's the matter?" he asks, biting his (a little swollen and more red than usual) lip.

Mikey considers a couple explanations (random facial twitch, aliens trying to take control of his body) but. It's Gerard. He's never had a reason to lie to him, why should he start now? He shrugs, rubbing at his nose, smile apologetic. "I'm afraid of you saying no."

"Saying no to wha--" Gerard stops himself dead. "Oh." He can feel himself blushing, face heating up but god. He needs to figure out where they stand now, before things get way, way out of hand and he spends an entire day thinking about something different from what Mikey wants. "How far would you want to... go?"

"Fuck, I don't know. I just." He smiles a little brighter, feeling strengthened by Gerard's blush (he knows what it means when Gerard blushes like that). He chews on his lower lip, trying to figure out how best to phrase all the big weird thoughts running through his mind. "I liked this. I hope it's not just me."

"No, but um. I mean." Gerard tries to reassure Mikey as quickly as he can but the words don't come out right, resting a hand on Mikey's shoulder. "I just don't want to have the wrong idea in my head all day tomorrow, you know?" He isn't sure when he decided he was not only crossing lines, he was double-crossing them, soaking them in gasoline, and then setting them on fire--but it doesn't matter.

"I. I don't think there is a wrong idea." Mikey looks up and smiles, at both Gerard's response and the simple physical comfort. He places his own hand on Gerard's waist--it's nothing that they couldn't explain away, the two of them have had less respect for personal space in the past. "In case you forgot, I sort of got off to your voice. I'm kind of...I want anything you do."

Gerard gives Mikey points for being forward, anyway, but he has to acknowledge that he really honestly doesn't *know* how much he wants to do. Because if anything actually means anything--the idea of sucking Mikey off, for instance, doesn't actually disgust him, far from it, but he doesn't know if he'd actually be able to do it in real life. Real life and fantasies are very definitely not the same. "Okay," he offers. "Okay."

Mikey grins. "Cool. We'll. We can work this out." And of course they can, because after going through so much together, why wouldn't they be able to handle something stupid like sex? Which means all that's left is to wait until tomorrow night, and not explode in the meantime. Of course, tomorrow night is going to be an extra kind of special.

Even so, Gerard at least is pretty sure that the anticipation may actually kill him. He doesn't even know what they're going to do when they get the room (or how they're going to be able to explain away sharing a room and then having noises coming out of it--it's not like they could just say 'groupies' since they don't have any) and he wants to find out already, but. But they can't, not while they're still on the bus.

Mikey is definitely tense, drawn tight with anticipation, and he snaps at Frank a few times too many during the day. Ray gives him a concerned look that he does his best to smile away. He really doesn't need Ray paying extra close attention to him, not tonight when he's going to. Well. He's going to be involved in something non-brotherly with his brother, whatever it may be. Nothing Ray needs to or should ever know about.

Eventually, of course, they're going to have to say something to someone, at least if this is more than a one time thing--because there's only so long they can claim dying cats/stumbling into furniture/large supplies of invisible sex toys to explain away the noises. The rest of the band are not stupid after all, far from it.

But tonight, when neither of them even know what exactly will happen, they don't really want to have to explain themselves. So Mikey keeps texting grumpily, fingers tapping harder than necessary, trying to keep his mind off of Gerard and hotels and the things that could happen with the combination of the two.

And finally, finally, after what seems like years, they actually stop at the hotel. Rooms are divvied up--Gerard calls rooming with Mikey before anyone else can protest or really say much of anything--and they carry in what they can with them. They're alone on the elevator, the other three already having gone up (Gerard has more crap than any of them put together and Mikey comes in a close second) and Gerard breathes out rough, looking at Mikey. "We're here."

Mikey can only nod. His breath is a little bit caught because. Yeah. They're here. He doesn't know what's going to happen, but as long as Gerard doesn't freak out and decide to never speak to him again, he knows he's going to enjoy it. He watches the numbers light up as they move up and up.

By the time they actually get inside the room, Gerard is breathing harder than he'd like to admit, tense. He doesn't know what's going to happen, what he wants to happen, what he's okay with happening--in short, he has no idea what the hell is going on and he knows it. "What do you want to do?" It's easier to let Mikey take the lead here, too, so he can't push Mikey into anything he doesn't want.

But Mikey has the same idea--he really hasn't had any adverse reactions at all, no matter how hard he tried to freak himself out with his brotherohgod. To him, it feels disturbing natural. It's Gerard and it's Mikey, and of course it would turn out like this. However, he's pretty sure Gerard feels differently. "Um. What are you okay with?"

Gerard hesitates again. "I don't really know? Anything, I think. I mean. I don't think I'm going to freak out if we start doing anything." He can't be entirely sure of course but he kind of wants to try anything and everything he can to see what it'll be like.

"We can." He reaches up to comb his fingers through his bangs just for something to do. "I mean, we don't have to like, make an itinerary. We could just like, make out. And see what happens." He's already eyeing the bed--the comforter looks plush and good for rolling around on, to him at least.

"Sounds good," Gerard agrees, because he is all in favor of comfy beds--hotels obviously aren't the cleanest places in the world (well, depending on where they are) but they're definitely a step up from the sheer filth the bus can accumulate. It looks like one of the better ones too. "Want to--" and he jerks his head in the direction of the bed.

Mikey grins. "Definitely." He flops onto the bed, almost graceful through sheer force of his lanky gracelessness. He stretches, toeing his shoes off over the edge and waits for Gerard to join him. He isn't sure if Gerard will lie down next to him (probably) or crawl on top of him (oh god, please)

Gerard settles down beside Mikey, but he leans over half on top of him when he leans down for a kiss, hands braced on the mattress to keep himself from falling on Mikey. It's good but it's different like this--when he knows they can do whatever they want and there's not much chance of anyone interrupting (well, maybe, but it's less likely than in the bus anyway)

Mikey smiles briefly against Gerard's lips before licking at them, making a disappointed noise to find them closed He winds an arm up around Gerard's lower back, hand sneaking up under the hem of his shirt. The other he has to bend a little awkwardly, but he presses it against Gerard's cheek anyway.

Gerard wants to press into the touch of Mikey's hand under his shirt but he's balancing somewhat precariously as is and he hardly wants to fall on Mikey when his hands lose their grip--if anything, he needs to press closer so that he isn't holding up so much of his body weight. "Can I--" he asks, breaking the kiss, leaning down a little to make his intention clearer

Mikey hums a little when Gerard moves closer to him, and presses down, palm flat and spread on Gerard's lower back (so much heated skin against his hand, smooth and lovely) to punctuate his intent, smile wide and lazy. "Mm, please do."

"Mm, okay." And Gerard lets his arms relax a little, pressing into Mikey more firmly, one leg between his thighs. He leans forward to steal another kiss and it's a little scary to him, how easily this part, anyway, is beginning to seem almost familiar. Kissing his brother is not supposed to be familiar, at least not when there's tongue involved.

Mikey sighs when Gerard settles more firmly against him--he's always loved the warm weight of another body, and with his own weird angles, someone solid is just what he likes best. Gerard's leg between his thighs puts his own leg in a rather optimal position as well and he hitches his leg up a little to fit more definitely against Gerard, accepting Gerard's kiss enthusiastically.

Gerard can't help but grind down against him with the way they're pressed together, eyes shutting helplessly at the sensation--it's. He's grinding against his brother and he likes it. He's pretty sure that he's got a whole new level of special hell lined up for him, adding to the 'swears' one and the 'fucks men' one and the 'is in a rock band that really, really abuses religious symbols (the priest thing? bad. very, very bad)'.

If Gerard is going to hell, Mikey certainly is too--he's the one who started this whole thing with his inability to grab headphones, and he grinds right back, groaning softly into Gerard's mouth at the sensation. He slips his hand on Gerard's back down and around to his side, resting his fingertips just inside Gerard's waistband over the soft crest of his hip.

And Gerard hates to be the one initiating--but he passed the point of being a teenager a good ten years down the line and grinding fully-clothed is not exactly his favorite setup. "Hey. Hey, could I--" It's murmured against Mikey's lips, like he doesn't want to pull back from them long enough to even speak, and his hands go down to the waistband of Mikey's jeans.

The breath Mikey hisses out is hot against Gerard's mouth, and he's pretty sure his words would be nigh incomprehensible if Gerard couldn't feel them too. "Yeah. Yeah, definitely." He arches his hips up as best he can, offering himself to Gerard in the most obvious way he can think of.

Gerard nods and though he doesn't want to pull away, he's got Mikey effectively pinned by his legs and there's no way he's going to be able to get either of their pants off at this rate so he sits back and unbuttons Mikey's jeans, sliding down the zipper and then trying to get them off--but Mikey's jeans are tight and he's half afraid he's going to give Mikey marks from trying to tug them. "Help?" he asks, huffing out a noise

Mikey grins and nods a little, sitting up a little himself and shoving his jeans down around knees, as far as he can reasonably reach without having to crawl out from under Gerard which he definitely isn't interested in doing. He kicks his legs a little, though it doesn't do much. "Can you get the rest?"

"Yeah, I think." Gerard reaches down and tries to tug them the rest of the way off--and this time they come easily, sliding off. He isn't entirely sure what to do with them so he just lets them slide off the side of the bed. "And, um." If someone had told him a week ago that he would not only be getting naked in front of Mikey on purpose but so they could fuck, he would have probably given them a weird look or started giggling. As is, he fights with his jeans for a moment and then strips them off, staring down at Mikey with wide eyes.

Mikey makes a grumpy noise when Gerard finishes divesting himself of pants. "You didn't let me help, dick." But he's perfectly willing to forgive if Gerard comes right back. He hooks his leg up over Gerard's hip and presses as vehemently as he can, trying to pull him back down. "Come on."

Gerard practically falls back on top of Mikey, and the landing knocks some of the air out of him. "Oof." He tries to breathe for a moment and then looks down at Mikey. "Are you okay?" It's definitely not the smoothest he's ever been, but it's Mikey and Mikey is hardly one to point fingers in the clumsiness department

Mikey makes his own sound, more of a "mmf" than "oof" when Gerard lands mostly on him. He's a bit breathless and slightly squished from the sudden impact, but not particularly bothered by either. "I'm good." He shifts his hips a little bit, trying to find purchase and failing--Gerard isn't exactly in an optimal position. "I'd be better if you moved."

"I'm working on it, I'm working on it." And it's a little weird to him that their banter isn't really that different than usual, even when they're doing this. He shifts until he's in a better position, pressed hard against Mikey, and he rocks down a little. "That good?" The last word comes out breathy.

"Nnnh," Mikey rolls his hips up, and it's so much better without a double layer of denim between them (Gerard has all the best ideas, that's what makes him big brother). "Yeah, real good." Even though he's got Gerard back where he wants him, he leaves his leg curled around Gerard, heel resting against the swell of his ass.

Gerard grins and grinds down harder, pressing into Mikey firmly with a hand skating up his side. He doesn't know if they're going to do this again but. But it's definitely clear that this, at least, they're not freaked out by. He has the sudden urge to test the boundaries a little. "I could do something, if you want-"

Mikey shudders a little and nods. "I. Fuck, yeah. Please." He doesn't bother asking, doesn't really care. Anything Gerard wants to do, he'll take. He presses his heel a little more firmly into Gerard's flesh, and hisses out a breath when it presses them even closer together.

But Gerard moves so that Mikey's heel loosens and slides downwards. He doesn't go very far at first, just far enough for his head to be even with Mikey's (nonexistent, practically, because his life is so not fair in that respect) stomach, enough to give him a good sense of what he wants to do.

"God." Because oh, so that's what Gerard wants. Okay. Cool. Mikey tries not to jerk his hips up, because, well, he'd pretty much nail Gerard in the neck, and that's not smooth or sexy or anything conducive to further incestuous experimentation. "Gee, please."

Gerard really, really wishes he could claim that Mikey begging didn't do it for him, but. Well. He slides down further, taking the begging as enough go-ahead to take Mikey's underwear with him and then. Then is the point where he's pretty sure he's pushing his own boundaries. He sucks in a sharp breath and takes Mikey in hesitantly, not going far at first so he can get past the kneejerk 'my brother's cock is in my mouth' reaction

Mikey doesn't make a sound, but his eyes snap closed and his mouth falls open in a desperate silent moan, still stuck in his bus-quiet training. He can't believe that this is Gerard, and god, he hasn't even done anything but it feels so much better than any of the sloppy blowjobs he's been getting intermittently the past few months

Gerard knows all-too well how the bus thing goes and he doesn't mind the lack of noise--the visual when he looks up is well worth it, and he steels himself before sliding down further until he's gone down all the way. He doesn't want to be bad at this for Mikey (and for the sake of his own pride) and it's been a little while but he can still pull it off.

And that's good enough (so so much better than anything he can do for himself) that Mikey is thankful they're not on the bus because he groans and curls his hands in restless fists against his thighs, so close to Gerard's hair but afraid to touch. He doesn't know about Gerard's kinks or boundaries or anything (of course he doesn't, it's his brother) so he finds himself treading carefully.

Gerard fumbles out one hand a little blindly to reach for Mikey's, press it into his hair more firmly and, well. Mikey only knows about the blood thing because Gerard had to explain away a couple of bandages (and seriously, if the fans ask him to take off his shirt one more time--) and he doesn't know about the whole pain kink issue. Or how to express it without pulling off because all he can do now is suck harder and hope Mikey gets it.
Mikey is more than willing to take Gerard's lead--if he wants Mikey to pull his hair, who is Mikey to deny him? He slides his fingers through Gerard's hair, then twists his hand, tightening his grip and pulling. He hopes it's not too much, because if Gerard wanted to stop, he would probably die. His blood is positively thrumming, and his hips jerk in little abortive twitches.

Gerard groans around Mikey's cock helplessly, sliding upwards and then back down, with no regard to the way Mikey's hips are twitching--he can take it and he knows it. He has to look up and meet Mikey's eyes, make sure that everything is okay between the two of them.

Gerard's groan sends the most amazing vibrations through his cock to settle in his lower belly. When he makes eye contact with Gerard, he smiles dopily and uses the hand not in his hair to shoot him a thumbs up. Then he can't resist moving his hand down to press the thumb to the corner of Gerard's mouth, the feel of stretched skin sending another pulse through him.

Gerard actually attempts to giggle at the thumbs up--more vibrations, and the sound doesn't really make it out properly. He drops down again, hand stroking the line of where one hipbone protrudes, sharp and angular, fingers digging in just a little.

Mikey hisses and pulls at Gerard's hair again, the best way he can think of (when his brain has pretty much relocated and set up permanent residence in his dick) to express his great approval. "Fuck, Gee, god." His hips move a little more definitely up into Gerard's mouth.

Gerard still makes no move to pull back, even with Mikey's hips coming up harder, and he's not far enough down for it to make any difference anyway. He hums a little as he goes back down, moving his tongue experimentally, but it turns into a low groan as Mikey's fingers twist tighter and he looks up again, eyes dark and practically pleading for Mikey to just do that again, god

Mikey bites his lip, hard, steadying himself. Gerard's tongue, god, and his sounds, it's not going to be much longer. He takes a deep breath when he sees the need in Gerard's eyes and he keeps their eyes locked when he clenches his hand almost into a fist in Gerard's hair and practically yanks at it.

Gerard moans helplessly, not even bothering to try to muffle the sound or make it quieter, and he squeezes his eyes shut against the sensation because it hurts, like really hurts but. But at the same time, it feels amazing. He snakes a hand down between him and the mattress to wrap around himself, give himself some sort of relief because god he aches

Mikey can feel the mattress moving when Gerard shifts his weight to get to his own cock, and god, Gerard is getting off on this, his mouth on his little brother's cock and his little brother pulling on his hair, and that's kind of the hottest thing Mikey can imagine, hips tensing. "Gerard, fuck. I'm fucking close."

Gerard nods as best as he can, but he doesn't pull off, sliding down again. He's not sure why some part of him wants to see if he can freak himself out, if he can go too far, and this--this seems as good a test as any. His hand moves faster over himself and he's nearly as close as Mikey is, even without having that done to him

Gerard moving closer, god, is to Mikey's mind, as good an inspiration as any. When he comes, gasping and hips going too-quick then too-still, he can't quite help the way his hand tenses back into a fist against Gerard's head, knuckles pushing a little into his scalp--not quite pushing his head down, but close enough.

Gerard doesn't come up for a long moment, trying to breathe through his nose and swallow at the same time when his head is so far down. Finally, he nudges upwards a little against Mikey's hand, hand still moving over himself--but before he can actually manage to pull off properly, he comes too, bucking hard against the mattress

It takes Mikey a few moments to catch his breath, and he knows, obviously, he knows what it's like, recognizes the desperate movements, the wobble of the mattress. But he still has to ask, while he strokes long fingers semi-apologetically over Gerard's hair, the abused part of his scalp. "Dude, did you?"

Gerard flushes and glances away, but he murmurs out a "Yeah." He is kind of embarrassed about the whole thing--because god, he wasn't even the one getting sucked off and he still got off on it. On his brother, no less. On Mikey. "My bad."

"Well," Mikey wrinkles his nose, but he grins and slips his hand down to cup Gerard's cheek, urge him back up, closer to Mikey and away from the wet spot. "You better not be too old to go again later. You get to get you off any time. I want a turn."

"It's not gonna take me that long, dude," Gerard says, defensive despite himself, folding his arms even as he presses into Mikey's side. "It's not like I'm fifty or anything. But that was okay?" He kind of hopes it was and that Mikey isn't going to get weird because--he didn't even stop to consider that while he was, well.

"Practically," Mikey nuzzles against Gerard's cheek. "I can pretty much see you rotting where you stand." He grins and nips Gerard's jawline since, well, it's right there and it would be a shame not to. "That fucking owned, seriously. I'm totally impressed, don't worry, I won't write anything shitty about you in the men's room at the next venue."

"You'd better not." Part of Gerard is a little disturbed at how easily they can slip into this kind of easy banter after doing that but then again--it's Mikey. He's pretty sure he would have done it even if Mikey had asked a good ten years before (though he would have been a lot less impressive and also possibly drunk)

"It'll be totally complimentary." Mikey nods sagely, "Like. "'GWay pwnz at BJz' or whatever. Something classy, y'know?" And he was never really worried that sex would mess up them (didn't really think about them having sex all that much, until yesterday, barring a few very embarrassing dreams) but it's still good to have actual evidence that they're still GerardandMikey.

"You don't sign your name with your normal handwriting, right?" Gerard has heard of fans going to some impressive lengths to prove the secret love of whoever (Frank reads a lot of the stuff and giggles like a loon 90% of the time) and he doesn't really want a note traced back to Mikey but--"Wait, oh, you're kidding. I think you accidentally pulled my brain out, dude. Or something."

"Did not." Mikey pulls back from Gerard's neck, where he'd been thoughtfully sucking on Gerard's earlobe (complete with little smacking sounds, for full sensory experience), so that he can make sure Gerard feels the full force of his bitchface. "I didn't get to pull anything. Jerk."

"You so did. My hair? I bet you could have gotten some brain with it." Gerard tries to pull his best grumpyface but as usual, it's something of a laughable attempt. He definitely doesn't mind the earlobe-sucking and if it's either that or a bitchface (complete with a little eyebrow quirk and god, how is Mikey so ridiculous) he'll take the sucking

Mikey intensifies the bitchface (and whatever, his eyebrow quirk is totally the bitchiest thing ever). "Whatever. I'm still pissed. I didn't get to help take your pants off and now I don't get to get you off. You're such a selfish lover." He realizes that maybe he's pushing too far with this, and he hopes Gerard won't freak out, because god, that would suck.

"I just take everything to myself..." Gerard gives a dramatic sigh, closing his eyes, but he cracks one open once his mind catches up. "Wait, so. 'Lover'? Seriously? Can someone even be a boyfriend or whatever if they're a brother first?" He's kind of surprised--the whole blowjob bit he didn't think would immediately translate into, well. Into Mikey thinking that. Not that he minds exactly.

"It was just." Part of the joke. But, no, it wasn't, not really. "I don't know. I mean. If you just want to. Fuck around or whatever, that's fine." I'm used to the "not boyfriends" thing. He settles a little, lying on his stomach and pressing his face against the bed, nose poking into Gerard's chest.

"I'm not saying we can't, dude." Gerard pulls an arm around him so they're pressed together closer. "I'm just saying... Sure, but. But at some point somebody's gonna ask. What do we tell them?" He's not keen on telling the rest of the band--because wow, hello PR nightmare, the two family members of the band are fucking.

Mikey shrugs, moving like that awkward when he's pressed against Gerard and the bed. He sighs against Gerard's chest and wrinkles his nose. "That we're doing our thing, just like we always do, and mind your own fucking business?"

"Well. Yeah, but um. You do know that there are going to be a lot of people who aren't just going to shrug it off, right?" He's not going to bring up the licking incident. He's really, really not. But to be fair it didn't cause an enormous uproar.

"A lot of people don't need to know." Mikey's voice is slightly muffled, by the covers and Gerard's skin, lips brushing against his chest while he talks, but there's a definitely petulant note to it. "I mean, the only people who would actually notice are the guys, and. Whatever, I don't think it's that big of a deal."

"I know, I know." Gerard's tone is one that he used when Mikey was younger, reassuring and as gentle as he can make it. "I'm not going to tell the world. And I'm pretty sure at least a couple of the guys already noticed. I'm... not that good at being quiet."

Mikey has to smile a little because, yeah, he's definitely coming to appreciate Gerard's notquietness. "I mean. It's not like either of us is going to get knocked up and have freaky retard babies, so I don't know why any of the guys would have an issue, as long as we don't get, like, brother cooties on the couch."

"Whatever, they can deal with a few cooties," Gerard says, grinning a little. "It won't kill them. As long as we're not too loud or anything." And of course that brings to mind all sorts of things they could do that would make him louder and, well. He needs to derail that train of thought.

"It's not like we haven't sat through enough," Mikey grins in response, though it's into Gerard's chest and not particularly visible. "They deserve a couple cooties." Mood much lifted, Mikey has the presence of mind to reach down between Gerard's legs. "C'mon, are you my brother or my grandfather? Are you ready now?"

"Yeah, yeah," Gerard grumbles in a rather disturbingly good impression of their grandfather, pushing up into Mikey's hand. "What do you feel like doing?" He's pretty much open for suggestions at this point--because he's pretty sure that if sucking Mikey off didn't bother him nothing else will do much either.

"Oh god, don't do that." Mikey makes a face at Gerard's imitation (because that is taking the whole incest thing just a bit too far), but he does palm down over Gerard, enjoying the feel of warm flesh beneath his hand. "I dunno. You in the mood for anything in particular? I'm flexible."

"Whatever you want works." And herein lies the problem, that they'll probably go on suggesting that the other picks what to do until eternity. Gerard can already totally see where this is going. They're not going to get any sleep at all and it won't even be for the fun reason.

Mikey laughs shortly, a little breathless. "Um. I could suck you off." He fists down over Gerard quick, twisting a little on the upstroke. It takes him a few strokes to work up the courage to make his next suggestion, and he looks down at his hand and not at Gerard's face. "Or. You can fuck me, if you want."

Ohfuck. And Gerard is all for testing boundaries but. But. Fuck. He almost feels like he could come just from the suggestion. "I." His voice is much, much weaker than he intends and he swallows hard before forcing out, " We could do that." God, he feels like his face is on fire.

Mikey looks back up at him, sufficiently emboldened by Gerard's assent, grinning and flushed. "Yeah? Awesome." He runs just his fingertips up the underside of Gerard's cock while he thinks. He wrinkles his nose. "Do you have stuff? I don't know if I've got anything left in my bag."

Gerard pushes against Mikey's hand, trying to think but Mikey is teasing him in a singularly cruel (well not cruel but definitely mean) way. "I think so?" he offers after a moment. "I'm pretty sure, anyway. But I'll have to look."

Mikey's fingertips reach the head and he rubs his fingers gently against it, flashing Gerard his brightest and most innocent smile. "Well, go on then. My ass isn't getting any tighter." And god, he kind of can't believe he said that, but this weird combination of brother banter and pillowtalk is kind of starting to grow on him.

Gerard chokes because wow, that is so a Pete line and not an originally Mikey line. It so is. He's willing to bet if he asks that Mikey made off with it. "Did you get that line from Pete? Seriously, dude." Even though it forces him to think about what it's going to be like--god, he's probably not going to survive it and then they'll need a new lead singer. He's pretty sure Ray can't do it.

Mikey laughs. "Hey, it would be a crime not to share Pete's real genius with words." He can remember sex getting put off for almost an hour, he was laughing so hard at one of Pete's ridiculous come-ons. "I've been fully approved as a dispenser of The Wentz."

"Oh god, never say that again." Gerard winces and tries to remember where he put his bag. "I'm going to find stuff, okay? If I have any." He's still half-smiling from the Wentz Dispenser comment but his mind is running on a steady stream of fuckMikeyfuckfuck and it's much, much harder to breathe than he would admit to otherwise

"Only if you get a move on." Mikey leans back onto the bed and flings one arm out to the side. "You never know what I might say while I'm lying here just waiting and waiting to be fucked." He sounds flippant, but excitement is coursing through him. They're really going to do this (well, provided that Gerard has his stuff) (actually, they'll find out a way. They're doing this) and he can't believe how desperately he wants it. His body is already starting to convince his mind that he's abysmally empty and should really find something to fill all that space.

Gerard's bag is a mess, predictably enough, and four comics, about a dozen markers, and more t-shirts than Mikey cares to think about come out before he finally fishes out a bottle of lube, triumphant. But he still has to find--"Mikey, is my wallet in my pants?" He's pretty sure he stashed a condom in there and if he did--if he did they can actually do this

Mikey rolls his eyes, but he flips onto his stomach and crawls down the bed to where Gerard had dropped his jeans earlier. He fishes Gerard's wallet out of one of his back pockets and produces the condom, eyebrows arched. "Fucking high school, man. Very smooth."

"At least I know where one is," Gerard points out reasonably, shrugging. "I don't have to hunt for a million years and keep you waiting." and god, he's (they're) actually going to do this. He is not hyperventilating, except that he is.

Mikey sits up, folding his arms across his chest. "I guess that's pretty sensible. Now will you get over here?" The anticipation has him practically vibrating--it seems like he's been wanting this for far more than just a day, from how strong the burning in the pit of his stomach is.

"Yeah." Gerard's voice comes out embarrassingly breathy. "Yeah, okay." He climbs back onto the bed, trying to figure out how they're going to do this. At least, he's grateful that Mikey has probably done it before. "How do you want to do it?"

"Mmm, face up okay?" He lays down on his back, folding his arms behind his head with a wry little smile, and tilts his head to the side. "That way I get a nice warm stomach to rub against instead of some old hotel sheets."

"They don't look that old," Gerard points out reasonably, smiling a little, but he's not about to complain. He pops the cap to the lube, trying to get it onto his fingers properly and rubbing them together, spreading it around. "You, um. This okay?" And he slides his hand down to brush against the side of Mikey's inner thigh, waiting for an answer

Mikey feels a pleasant quiver go through his body, at both the gentle sensation of Gerard's touch and anticipation of what's to come, and his thighs fall open a little more, almost unconsciously. He arches his hips up a little. "Mmm, that's nice, go for it."

Gerard nods a little and presses one finger upwards and in, slow, watching Mikey's face to make sure that he isn't doing it drastically wrong (since to be fair, it has been a while.) as he moves, searching. Mikey makes another little sound, because he's always enjoyed this, being stretched and filled. He shifts his hips a little though, trying to help Gerard find the right spot that will make it go from pleasant to excellent.

Gerard keeps moving the finger steadily, crooking it, still trying to find the right spot because he seriously, seriously wants to make sure it's good for Mikey, and as twisted as wanting to make fucking his little brother good is, he still wants to. And it's all nice if a little odd, then, yeah he's got it. Mikey moans unabashedly, tilting his head back, because whatever. It's Gerard, he's not going to tease (he has no grounds for teasing, he's totally just as loud). "Yeah, yeah, that's good. Give me another?"

Gerard grins wider and then slips in another alongside the first, angling them towards the spot again. He kind of likes how Mikey is telling him pretty much exactly what he wants so he doesn't have to go through the awkward process of "is this okay? is this okay?"

Mikey hums, grinding himself down against Gerard's fingers, as best as he can. It's been a while since he went whole hog like this (not a lot of time, and not a lot of people he trusts), but it doesn't take too long for him to be gasping, "Another one, fuck, please."

Gerard flexes his finger a little before sliding the third in alongside the others and--he can't watch, can't look down and see his fingers disappearing into Mikey's body like that, it's seriously just. It's too much.

Mikey has to shut his eyes for much the same reason--Gerard's fingers, Gerard's, sliding into him, stretching and, at the same time, trying to fill (but not enough, never enough)--the sensation is almost too much for him to handle, his hips already erratic and his stomach overflowing with heat. "Gerard, c'mon, you better fucking hurry and fuck me before I come." He hopes Gerard isn't turned off by his bitchy dirty mouth, but god, he needs this.

It's strange to hear Mikey swearing like that at a time like this. He swears plenty, but it's in normal conversation and now he's doing it with Gerard's fingers in him, and--Gerard is going to be the one coming at this rate. "Okay. Okay." He slides his fingers out and hands the condom to Mikey (he would put it on himself, but in the interest of time and slippery fingers he'd rather not)

If he weren't so grumpily needy, Mikey would put it on with his mouth (you learn a lot when you're the not!boyfriend of Pete Wentz) but he doesn't have time for that. He tears the packet open and slides the condom carefully but near-clinically over Gerard's cock, fisting him once to make sure it's on, then lies back, elevating his hips in an obvious plea. "C'mon, Gee, fucking please."

Gerard takes the deepest, most calming breath he can manage and tries not to pass out on the spot, lifting Mikey's hips a little (he's grateful that Mikey is lighter than him) and pressing in, so slow he feels like he's going to die before he gets all the way in and god. God, it's tight and perfect and he can't hold back a strangled moan, fingers gripping in the sheets. Mikey moans right back, reedy and desperate, and it hurts a little, but they did a good job in prep, and more than that, he finally starts feeling properly full. He pushes down impatiently, trying to pull Gerard deeper in, all the way until there's no space left inside him.

And that. That is almost too much right there and Gerard has to very, very sternly talk himself down from coming on the spot. His breathing is more ragged than he'd like and he whimpers, trying to keep himself from moving so that he can let Mikey get used to it for at least a second.

But Mikey doesn't want to get used to it. He squirms unapologetically, trying to fuck himself down on Gerard. "Fuck. Come on, Gee, just go for it, I'm not going to fucking break." His own cock rubs against Gerard's belly while he moves, and it's good but it would be so much better if Gerard would just fuck him already.

Gerard definitely gives him points for enthusiasm, grabbing onto Mikey's hips to steady himself, fingers maybe digging in a little. He thrusts forward, hard, trying to give Mikey what he's asking for and if Mikey isn't going to break and doesn't want gentle, well. He won't do gentle, then.

Mikey chokes out a gasp, because it's exactly what he wants, and he can't even articulate how right this feels--he's perfectly full, and it's his big brother who's completing him, which should be shocking or nauseating, but seems totally logical. "Yes, god." Gerard has to smile again, fingers tightening on Mikey's hips as he rocks back and thrusts in again, harder than before because, well. As much as he hates to admit it, that's a tone he recognizes--from the time he accidentally overheard him and Pete. And he can practically feel the desperation.

"I'm not gonna last," Mikey hisses when Gerard's at the apex of his thrust, and he won't, especially not if Gerard keeps going like that, rough and firm and right. He can feel the ache building low in his hips, and he has to fit a hand between them to palm over himself, slick from precome and sweat, to keep from losing his mind.

Gerard keeps moving, thrusting in hard, and he doesn't even think about it when he lets go of one side of Mikey's hips to twine his fingers around Mikey's and use their joined hands to palm over Mikey's cock. "Is this okay?" he has the presence of mind to ask after a second because he just assumed, and--
Gerard gets his answers in a few seconds because Mikey squeezes his eyes shut and comes, with a series of deep gasping breaths. It only takes him a few moments to recover, then he reaches up to grip Gerard's shoulders, still pushing down onto Gerard's thrusts.

But Gerard can't last much longer like that, with Mikey pushing down on him and he stills and comes after a final thrust, letting out a harsh noise. "I." He takes a deep breath to try to get his back and--"Wow."
Mikey laughs a little, pushing sweaty hair away from Gerard's eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, definitely." He pulls Gerard in for a kiss, ankles crossing behind his thighs to keep him right where he is.

Gerard kisses back, hard, fingers sliding into Mikey's hair, but when they pull apart to breathe he asks "Don't you, um. Want me to, you know." Because Mikey is holding him in place but that *can't* be comfortable

"No." Mikey's legs tighten a little, pushing Gerard even closer. He tilts his head up so his nose bumps against Gerard's. "Not yet. I mean. If you're cool with that." He's not quite ready--it's a little sticky, yeah, but Gerard is still *inside* him, and it's not the sort of thing he's going to give up after a few seconds.

Gerard grins. "If you insist," and yawns, leaning down to rest his head on Mikey's collarbone. He doesn't know what's going to happen later (he can't help but suspect nothing, at least nothing that unusual for the two of them) but it doesn't really matter, for now Mikey is all around him and warmer than he can remember.

Mikey should probably be grossed out by how comfortable this is--his brother is a warm weight on top of him and soft inside him--but he's sleepy, and he reaches up to run his hand over Gerard's hair, ankles still locking Gerard tight against (into) him. "I guess I do."

"We probably shouldn't sleep like this, though," Gerard points out, and he's loath to separate himself from Mikey but he can tell they're not going to be comfortable if they fall asleep still connected. He has a sudden thought and grins against Mikey's collarbone. "Want a bedtime story?"

"Yeah, we'll be, like, glued together." Mikey makes a short disappointed nose and loosens the grip with his legs so that Gerard can pull out when he chooses to. At the next comment, he snorts and moves his hand down to rub at the nape of Gerard's neck. "Definitely."

Gerard pulls out, finally, stretching his legs before going to his suitcase and fishing around for a book. The one he read right before the whole mess is still on top of his clothes, the hero staring up at him with (he's imagining the weird look on his face) cold eyes. He grins and grabs it, climbing back onto the bed. "So... where I left off?"

When Gerard used to read to him, Mikey would roll over on his stomach and kick up his feet while he listened. This time, though, he stays spread out on his back and trails his hand down to play over his own hipbones, grinning up at Gerard. "Please. I'm really invested in the characters, you know."

"I've heard." And Gerard grins, laying against Mikey's side, and takes out the bookmark from where he hastily stuck it in. "So, where we left off, the dashing heroine was just getting deflowered..."