MikeyOur Chemical Romance/Gerard

“Gee?” Mikey called, knocking on his brother’s door. No answer. “Gee?”

Gerard’s break up with LinZ hadn’t been the smoothest thing on earth. Text message break ups were never great. She had said she was sick of dating an alcoholic, especially ones that get smashed hard enough to wind up cheating more than they could remember. Bert McCracken was the only one she had found out about. Even though it had happened several months ago, she had only found out several days ago-And he was devastated. It was no secret Gerard had loved LinZ; a deaf and blind person would’ve been able to tell. So now, four days later, he hadn’t left his room, let alone left his bed re-reading the second to last thing she had said to him. “Fuck this. Fuck MCR. Fuck us. Fuck YOU.” The last had been “You’re a fucking genius” when he asked her if that meant they were over.

Mikey had been slipping food onto his brother’s nightstand without a word for the past three days. He never knew whether Gerard was sleeping or not, but his pillow was constantly damp from tears. The rest of the band’s worry was morphing into a mild frustration towards him. Mikey alone was the only one that was sympathetic enough not to disturb him. Every few hours he’d peek his head in to check if he was still alive-the bloody tissues and exactOknife he hadn’t seen in years appearing under his bed worried him more than the actual breakup did, but Mikey said nothing to him about it. Only stroked his long, black hair and took the emptied plate away, wishing he could make his Love better.

“You in there, hon?” he asked. Damnit, fuck! He mentally corrected himself after letting the word “Hon” slip out. Something moved inside of the room; a soft rustle of bedcovers and a squeak of springs, and then the sound of his brother’s voice. “Yehhh” Gerard grunted, shifting enough to rake his fingers through his hair snarled from days in bed. “Come in” he rasped. Mikey pushed the door open to see his brother almost completely alert and sitting up sense LinZ. The usual sight when he walked into the room was tufts of black hair sticking up through the thin crease where the pillow met the bed sheets completely covering Gerard. His eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot to an extreme; his clothes which he hadn’t bothered to take off were wrinkled and twisted over his body; his hair stuck in every direction and his unnaturally pale skin was even paler than the norm. Mikey held back a gasp from seeing the miserable state his brother was in. He managed to deter the action by focusing his energy on rubbing a palm across his light brown hair, and unbuttoning a couple buttons of his shirt. “Christ, it’s kinda hot in here” (Unknowing of the situation or the parties involved, Johnny Christ cries out “Why does God keep doing this to me!?” inside of his Huntington Beach home as his eye twitches painfully. Lacy turns away from the newspaper she was reading to look over in confusion holding his eye with a grimace on his face) Mikey said in an attempt to make small talk with his brother to dance around a potential conversation about LinZ, and bringing up a subject he wanted to avoid as much as he wanted to confess.

“Mind if I sit? He asked. Gerard nodded without saying anything. Bedsprings squealed under the new weight at the end of the bed. Mikey let out a heavy sigh at the sight of his brother; he forced a smile in his direction before his thoughts consumed him. Throughout the years Mikey’s love for his brother had morphed into something shunned completely by all of society. Something everyone found disgusting. Something even Mikey himself found disgusting-Yet he still felt it. And it was absolutely wonderful. Of course he loved his brother. Why wouldn’t he? Love and ‘in Love’ are two completely different things, though, and he didn’t just Love his brother. He was IN Love. Keeping it inside of him was absolute torture. The band didn’t know; his closest friends didn’t know; nobody COULD know. Other than Gerard, of course. Although the reaction would be the same as all the rest would be. “I’m done” he mumbled into the silence of his brother’s room.

“Hm?” Gerard asked him, sitting up a bit more to straighten out his black vest and black-and-red striped tie.

-Her body was ransom

Her kisses were dancin’

On my lips and in my mind

The moment has run out

The music is played out

And now it seems we’re running out of time-

“Oh, errrm…Nothing” he said, slightly embarrassed for thinking out loud. “No” Gerard said, touching his brother’s arm. The feel of Gerard’s skin sent chills up Mikey’s spine. “You said something. I mean…is everything okay?” Mikey sighed heavily. As much as he wanted to unload his troubles, he couldn’t find it in his Heart to put more stress on his Love than what was already there. It was too cruel of a thing to do. “Mikey…please” he continued with his hand still resting on Mikey’s wrist, who shook his head. Turning to face the man in bed more, he started;

“Well, Gee, I…” His words choked him up faster than he could think of them.

-I’m feeling the rhythm

This is your decision

Take your time and make this count

Or awaken with regret-

His brother cocked his head to the side, letting long black hair fall over one eye. There were endless questions in his eyes. Empathy towards Mikey told him that there were more than good things on his brother’s mind. “I-I love you”. Mikey shut his eyes. Half out of Fear, half trying to hold back tears he couldn’t feel.

“I Love you too” Gerard said with a smile; the first smile anybody had seen from him in days. “No, I mean…when I say I Love you, I don’t mean I love you” he tried to correct Gerard, who had an even more confused look on his face accompanying his smile. “Well, what do you mean, then?”

“I mean that I’m In Love with you, Gerard. I more than Love you…” he told his brother. An instant before the moment had passed a sudden shock of guilt pierced his body. The mental pain searing through him made him flinch. Avoiding eye contact he blurted out “I-I’m sorry, Gerard! I shouldn’t’ve said anything!” as fast as he could. The look in his eyes was unreadable as Mikey attempted to get the courage to look into them. Gerard’s hand un-removed from his wrist didn’t make the situation any easier for him. His heart was beating faster than it had ever, to the point where he felt light headed; with a flushed, pale white face and a million rushed thoughts racing inside of him, he acted on the first one he managed to slow down enough to get a grasp on.“Mikey…” Gerard began a new sentence that was cut down quickly by his brother acting upon that thought. Mikey took advantage of Gerard’s unreadable expression in a swift motion of grasping his brother’s striped tie and using it to pull Gerard’s soft, chapped lips up to his own. His eyes were shut hopefully, as opposed to Gerard’s own, which were wide with surprise at the man’s sudden action. Yet there was a strange urge inside of him telling him to give into the passionate kiss the smaller man was begging for hesitantly, he opened his mouth slightly to allow Mikey to continue his kiss.

-This can’t be happening

Oh it can’t be, can’t be-

Mikey jerked his head away as much as he didn’t want to. Everything felt so wonderful aside from that pang of guilt that had consumed him earlier. Gerard tipped his head to the side in now genuine confusing of the decision to disconnect the action that he had been so eager to complete earlier. “I-I’m sorry Gerard” he stuttered shakily. “I know that it was a stupi-” this time it was him that was cut off by his brother’s warm microphone weathered hands gently taking hold of his neck to bring him in closer to him; not quite a kiss yet but their lips brushed against one another’s with each word. “Gee, seriously…I-“

“Take me” his brother told him. Not a request, but an order bordering on a plea.

“But…”

“But nothing, Mikey” he told him again. His fingernails danced into his brother’s neck as he crushed their lips together a second time. This time without letting go,

-So give up

Our bodies started kissing in a language we didn’t know

Give in

I’m running through your veins like a habit you can’t kick-

The nervous friction of their tongues grappling together ripped a low moan from Gerard’s throat that was barely able to be heard, but there nonetheless. Mikey jumped in his lover’s embrace at the sound he induced. His motions only caused another, louder growl from the pale-skinned well-dressed man attached to his mouth, and the slipping of his hands down his shirt .

-Here’s a secret confession from a lifelong obsession

As I’m starin’ out your window pane-

The smaller man did the same; he let his hands snake down the front of his brother’s silk black vest tugging open each button along the way. The mixture of silk and skin made Mikey noticeably tremble as he eased off Gerard’s vest and second silk dress shirt. The only thing he didn’t manage to tear off his torso was the tie he wore loosely around his neck, because his arms were redirected over his head to allow Gerard to peel off his shirt easier; then hands reconnected with ghostly skin again. They collided against each other in a beautiful pile of skin and heat, with the younger laying on top, straddling his brother’s thin body despite the fact that they were still covered not only by black denim but by bedclothes as well. “Ah…” the older boy groaned as his brother crushed his body tighter against him. Mikey smiled into their growing kiss, and squirmed over his lover’s hips in attempt to enlarge his already climbing erection; more enticing friction. From below him, Mikey felt his brother’s caged length along his and felt his grow and grind together at the first whisper of his name “Mi-ike” he man below him uttered almost silently, arching his back from the sensation and unbearable head between them. Neither was focused on the open door and bright lights that adored the room. At least not until Gerard involuntarily arched his back steeply enough to see over his brother. “The d-door” he mumbled into the kiss.

“Hm?” More of a grunt than a question from Mikey.“The door…” Gerard’s voice trailed off from the intrusion of his brother’s tongue entering his mouth. He flicked it away with his own tongue and rolled atop the man who was kissing him ferociously, pinning him to the pillow. “I said the door is open” rolling off of him and leaving them bed for the first time Mikey had seen in ages. Paralyzed from the shock of the situation, Mikey stared at Gerard’s cut body that was already releasing a thin coat of sweat through fogged up glasses with the utmost fascination and admiration. Never in his life had he thought he wanted something so badly.

-Our bodies started kissing in a language I don’t know-

The hallway and staircase Gerard peeked into was dark and empty. A relief of the same fears both brothers held.

-I hit the lights in the bedroom to soften up the mood-

The lights died in a soft click after Gerard’s hand flashed over the switch. Not flushing pitch black, only softening the light; daylight still poured in through the fluttering blinds adorning the windows, tracing over and illuminating the pile of red and black silk next to the bed.

-As your dress laces the floor

You’re lying there indiscreetly

I can tell by the feeling-

With those fears put to rest, Gerard felt comfortable enough to walk back toward the bed his lust-struck brother hadn’t moved from. He lay shirtless, squirming over the bedclothes with anticipation of his brother’s return to him. The emotions inside of his eyes made Gerard grin deviously and restrain an equally devious laugh. “What?” Mikey groaned, looking up at the ceiling. He didn’t lose the grin when he answered his brother with the word “nothing”. A soft thud and crinkle of denim hitting the floor ended the sentence gracefully. Mikey hissed in a breath at the sound; without seeing the motion he could clearly tell what was going on around him.

“Mikey” he whispered suggestively, cooing softly to his brother from halfway across the room. Mikey jerked his head up. Brown hair fell over his face obstructing vision through the steamed up glasses he wore. They’d only obstruct more so; he took them off and tossed them over to the dresser where they hit a lamp and landed on the wood with a soft click. Finally a clear view of Gerard’s erection was presented to him.

“Oh Christ…” Mikey half-groaned half-whispered (Lacy suppressed a giggle at her husband twitched a little in his sleep) soaking in the sight of his naked brother already with a shimmering coat of sweat enveloping him.

“Clothes off. Now.” Gerard hissed to Mikey, who began to claw at his belt buckle clumsily with shaking hands to little avail. After a few seconds of impatience from Gerard, he climbed atop him, grinding their hips together mercilessly, teasing his brother to the point of ripping a tense growl from his throat along with a steeply arched back, and cooed into his ear, “Let me help you,” nipping at it for emphasis. Mikey nodded in haste and let go of his buckle and zipper to let his lover make the task easier for him. After all, Gerard did have some skill in this area after his regular little escapades with Bert McCracken, the front-man of The Used.

A hot shiver sunk into his torso making his hips buck downward at the unfamiliar feel of his brother’s teeth taking hold of his zipper and pulling it down painfully slow. Mikey’s hips bucked again, this time upwards subconsciously pressing his boxer-clad length into Gerard’s mouth, who bit at it teasingly to the verge of a tingling pain along where he bit. “Hold your fucking horses, Mikey,” Gerard said looking up from Mikey’s thighs. “I’m not done yet.” Through his boxers he darted his tongue across his length quickly, distracting Mikey from Gerard’s hands peeling off his boxer’s, releasing his caged erection into the heated air of the bedroom. “Mmngh…” he moaned to himself as Gerard took him into his mouth. Before he was even completely engulfed, Mikey could feel himself seeping pre-come over, under and around Gerard’s tongue. Skillful nimbleness snaked across his dripping cock in tense intervals; they moaned in unison when Gerard sunk his nails into the soft flesh of Mikey’s inner thighs. The pressure coaxed blood from the indents Gerard’s nails left.

-Draw the blinds and block the door

You stare at the ceiling

As you keep repeating;

“Take your time and make this count-“Mikey hushed down to his brother; he felt himself reaching his peak. Tightening up inside of his brother’s mouth he tried to contain himself. Biting his lower lip to hold back low moans threatening to escape him wasn’t enough. “Gerard…Oh…Shi-“ he managed to blurt out in the midst of his growing orgasm. He arched his back violently. The fingers that he kept tightly tangled in his brother’s hair to push his head down far enough to hear his sweet gagging noises when his cock brushed the back of his throat dug harder into his lover’s scalp. The heat welling in his crotch died down in a sudden burst of semen into Gerard’s willing mouth in which his cock was still held. A cross between a gag and a pleased moan escaped Gerard when Mikey’s cum hit the back of his throat this time. Gerard growled again, releasing his lover’s member from his mouth slowly, though keeping his lips against it long enough to make sure each drop of the warm liquid released unto him wasn’t neglected. “That was nice,” Gerard cooed to him after licking his lips clean. His brother nodded in approval, flecking a small bead of sweat away from his eye with the back of his hand.

-There’s unfinished business

No sign of a witness

But would you kiss your mother with that mouth?-

Mikey let his head fall back against the no longer tear soaked pillow. But the other man wouldn’t allow him to recover from his last orgasm. Mikey’s body quickly tensed up again before he could suck in a breath to speak. His brother took advantage of the venerable, breathless state he lay in by biting along his tattooed stomach. It left a trail of perfect bruises up to his neck, over his chin and to his mouth. “Gerard, I-“

“-You what?” he cut off, stroking his brother’s short chestnut coloured hair.

-This can’t be happening

Oh, this can’t be, can’t be-

“This can’t be happening…” Mikey breathed from below.“Yes it can,” his brother stated simply, with desire dripping from his lips and words growing more suggestive with each unsteady breath he let go of. Mikey opened his swollen lips to speak, but no words escaped him. They were suffocated by Gerard’s mouth latching onto his and their hips making contact with each other’s again in a shameless dancing of skin. Shame had been shed soon after their clothes were. Even if shame hadn’t been stripped of them, it would’ve been quickly forgotten in the position they were in; Gerard straddling his naked lover’s thin hips, Mikey with his hands tangled in Gerard’s hair and teeth tearing along his neck.

-So give up

Our bodies started kissing in a language we didn’t know

Give inI’m running through your veins like a habit you can’t kick

Here’s a secret confession from a lifelong obsession

As I’m staring out your window pane-

An unexpected pain hit Mikey. He writhed in agony under his brother, but was unable to get away. Gerard hadn’t even waited for him to get ready. He hissed in a breath of pain as his brother sank into him deeper than before. He eased himself into Mikey’s entrance, a distorted expression of pleasure crawled across his face smudged with leftover eyeliner. He watched his brother writhe beneath him, digging his hands deeper into his scalp in attempt to deter the pain in some other way.

-So give up

Our bodies started kissing in a language we didn’t know

The wolves come out when the lights go out

We’re done playing sheep-

The only thing to be done was to embrace that think line of searing pain and absolute pleasure that threatened to strangle both of them. “Sh-Shit!” Mikey exclaimed when his brother entered him completely, and pulled out quickly. A grunt of disapproval erupted from Mikey, but soon turned into a vocalization that nearly resembled a scream as the older man’s cock was once again thrust into him, hitting something hard and swollen inside of him. It sent Mikey’s body into a convolution of satisfaction. “Oh God…Fuck! What the f-fuck was THAT!?” he cried, still trembling.

“Prostate,” his brother mumbled nonchalant into his mouth mid-kiss, forcing words away so that their tongues could grapple fiercely. It was Gerard that emitted loud moans this time in return of Mikey’s kiss, making it more vicious, not allowing a steady breathing pattern as much as he tried. Their mouths stayed imparted, directing restrained growls into each other’s mouths; it was impossible to differentiate who’s voice was who through the tangle of tongues and crashing of lips that left them breathless. “G-Gera-ard!” Mikey opened his mouth to release a noise that resembled more of a muffled screech than anything previous as his brother blindly aimed towards his prostate on the third or fourth try. The pace they had unknowingly set was finally bordering on steady yet their drawn out sighs stayed at the same point. But trembles and jerky hips had fallen into a metronome-like state along with the rest of their bodies; hips hitting one another to the rhythm of their heartbeats and the scales Mikey’s teeth played into Gerard’s neck. His brother couldn’t help but plead his lover’s name for more to demand “Harder M-ike…please..H-harder!” with each bite that drew blood from him. And Mikey couldn’t help but oblige with Gerard’s requests. The taste of perspiration mixed with the coppery taste of blood was too sweet to pass up in the first opportunity that was given to fulfill his life-long obsession’s demands from inside of him.

-Our Heart’s race

And our dreams are lost in sheets

I taste your skin-

“Gah,” Gerard spoke and pulled away from the pain Mikey’s abnormally sharp teeth induced upon him, placing his lips onto his brother’s chapped, swollen ones and nipping at the much softer than the man he was kissing preferred. He continued his combination of kisses and short, light nips down the front of his brother’s neck, sinking in his teeth in tandem with him sinking himself into his brother’s entrance forcefully, enveloping himself completely. The skin-against-skin contact that he ripped himself into without preparation grew harder and steadily more vicious than before with each thrust that was forcefully placed into his brother. Mikey’s hips twitching up to meet his brother’s slid his neglected erection along his brother’s toned stomach. A satisfying repercussion to his intentions of forcing his brother farther inside of him, and easing direction towards his sweet spot with every crash into each other.

-Look at the mess we’ve got ourselves into now

This can’t be happening

Oh, it can’t be, can’t be-

Deeper, drawn out groans and forced breathing of contentment along with the crashing of Gerard’s head board of his bed into the wall not only filled the room, but now echoed throughout the majority of the house. Thumps of wood and the cracking of impact their skin made created a personal symphony in which the only music was for them to hear

“Take me,” Mikey spoke, resembling more of a moan, and much louder than me meant to, with closed eyes between thrusts, “Take m-me,” he repeated. It was hard to gain the breath to complete mere sentences, let alone one-word responses.

“I d-did…I-‘m Yo-urs,” He managed to exclaim, tipping his head backward to grant greater access to the soft bruised flesh where his brother’s tongue slid across it’s sweat covered surface. “I’ve been…wait…ing for Th-this,” he stuttered painfully, feeling his muscles tense inside of his torso, the heat rising and yet another scream swelling in his throat.

His brother knew what was coming. The grimace that Mikey bore told him silently that he was reaching his desired peak. Gerard took hold of his neglected length that was coating his stomach and began to work it in between a loose fist with lightening fast precision, bringing the man he was deep inside of faster and smoother towards the zenith they were both working towards.

-So give up

So give up

Our bodies started kissing in a language we didn’t know

Give in-

It was no longer teardrops that soaked Gerard’s pillow; sweat dripping from the two men making glove fell off of the Lover’s bodies in crystal droplets over the pillow and soaking into the sheets below them that were already damp not only of sweat but of secretion from each time Gerard pulled himself away from Mikey long enough to allow drops off of his sock and out of Mikey.“-harder,” Mikey growled low enough that Gerard couldn’t hear him. From his brother’s tone of voice it was obvious what Mikey wanted. From this shivers so intense that his body jerked almost to the point of resembling convulsions inducing moans and teeth in his lip so hard trying to contain himself it was obvious to Gerard that his brother was enjoying himself regardless of how hard he forced himself inside.

“Hm??” Gerard grunted, questioning his brother regardless of knowing the answer.“I sa-id h-harder,” he repeated, struggling to get his words out between hot air being pressed from his lungs which felt as if they were crushing in on one another. “Fuck me H-harder!” Mikey screamed into Gerard’s ear, making him flinch from the hound of his brother’s loud begging. Without words, Gerard obliged his brother’s pathetic pleas.

-I’m running through your veins like a habit you can’t kick-

Mikey untangled his music worn hands from Gerard’s slick, dark hair and lead them down the crook of his neck down to his stick-thin body and gripped his hips tightly. His far too long fingernails danced dangerously close to drawing blood; feeling calluses slip along his spine made Gerard’s back arch steeply from the manic sensation the scratches sent through him. With his brother guiding his hips to his sweet spot, he plunged in deeper with a second scream escaping from his lips due to more unexpected contact to his prostate.

-So give up

Our bodies started kissing in a language we didn’t know-

“Scream again,” Gerard ordered. When no scream was admitted he sunk his teeth into the front of his neck.

“Oh Christ…Fuck!” his brother yelled. He felt his skin tear under the pressure of his teeth. (“FUCK” exclaimed Johnny, miles away from the incident he knew nothing about.) A devious grin of half-lidded eyes and a crooked smile erupted on his face upon hearing his brother under his command.

-I’m running through your veins like a habit you can’t kick

Here’s a secret confession from a lifelong obsession

As I’m staring out your window pane-

Not only Mikey but now Gerard as well felt himself tightening more and more inside of the man under his will. The man that tread the dangerously fine line between brother and lover, the line between two kinds of Love and endless kinds of Lust.

-So give up-

“Fuck,” he groaned “Ah…Mikey…Fuck!” everything around him died in a lovely attack of vertigo upon his muscles loosening in on each other. The heat, the Lust, his brother, the scent in the air and the screams belonging to both him and his lover all mixed together to create a dangerous ecstasy.

-Our bodies started kissing in a language we didn’t know-

“Ge-GERARD!” Mikey screamed when he realized he could climb no higher. In the final pumps Gerard rode into their orgasm he could hear his pathetic whimpers begging “Take me”. “T-take me” Mikey said in a heavy groan bordering on a coo into Gerard’s gauged ear with teeth closed below it. He watched himself release onto his stomach. Arching his back steeply he let out a throaty noise and slammed his body down on the bed with the breath still out of his control. A contorted expression leaked away from Mikey at the same point Gerard’s warm seed leaked out of him onto the sheds from inside of him, turning into a gaze of contentment and relief; relief from both the pain ending and his fear of a horrible reaction being put to rest. But Gerard’s expression matched his own, as he burrowed his cheek comfortably into the corner of his shoulder with a final sigh. Heaven was Gerard’s breath on his neck and his arms draped over his body tightly, clinging to him with a tired smile. “I love you, Gee” Mikey said to his brother who was half asleep within his afterglow. Gerard’s eyes fluttered open. Mikey could feel the butterfly motions on his neck and his lips equally soft as he spoke.“I’ve always loved you, Mikey” he responded. Mikey could feel his lips curl into a small smile over his torn open skin.

-Give in-

He could’ve cared less if the world exploded around him, or if everybody dropped off the face of the planet. Gee gave a fuck about him and that’s what mattered to him. The only thing that mattered to him. Laying there in his brother’s bed, stroking his sleeping body softly he took his brother’s hand.

-Our bodies started kissing in a language we didn’t know-