“They should be back by now…” I complain once Kobra Kid comes back from putting the girl to sleep in the storage room at the back of the diner. “We should have gone with them,” I complain as he places his hands on my shoulders and massages them firmly, knowing by now how I prefer my massages. I moan in appreciation to his attentions.

“Shh, you know we couldn’t go, we have to look after the girl. Besides you shouldn’t worry. They are fine, I promise, Ge-“

“Party Poison,” I interrupt to correct him.

“What?” he asks, removing his hands from my shoulders and moving to the front of me, his beautiful – and thoroughly confused – eyes meeting mine.

“Well we agreed on the names right, you can’t just call me that anymore…” I tell him, looking down from his insistent stare. He moves forward until he is pressed against me and I can feel his breath along my neck.

“That’s funny because I don’t remember you complaining when I moan your name…” he says in an intentionally breathy voice that has me biting my own lip to keep me grounded. I feel his lips brush my ear lobe before he chuckles and moves away, causing me to whine although I would deny making the embarrassingly needy noise. Fuck, he always makes me so weak, so needy. He walks around me to the storage room.

“Where are you going?” I ask in an irritated tone to which he laughs.

“I need to check that she’s asleep,” he says with a wink which has me to smirking in return.
I step out of the diner and look toward the horizon, still no sign of Jet Star, Fun Ghoul, Dr. Death Defying or Ponyshow. What could possibly be taking them so long? Seriously? Kobra Kid comes up behind me, arms wrapping around my waist as his lips press softly to the side of my neck. "Relax, Gee," he whispers into my neck. Every time he calls me by my real name it sends shivers down my spine.

"But they could be in danger... Maybe we should go after them," I suggest weakly.

"You know we can't do that," he whispers before he kisses up my neck and teases my ear in between his teeth. "C'mon, stop worrying,"

"I can't, they should be back, I'm worried about them!"

"Shhhh, stop thinking about it," he says, nuzzling into my neck. "Or I'll just have to distract you," he says with a smirk evident in his voice. His hands move under my shirt, one hand massaging my hip whilst the other is tracing patterns across my lean stomach. He starts mouthing at my neck in a way he knows that I like, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to the skin before his tongue skates gently over the skin followed by a sharp bite. I moan out, weaving my left hand into his dust-blown blond hair. My right hand meeting his on my hip, fingers threading into his. "How is it working so far?" he asks with a laugh, hot air fanning over my now sensitive neck, which adds even more to my arousal. "Want to go inside?" he enquires, to which I nod enthusiastically, only causing another laugh to erupt from my brother. He swivels me around in his firm arms and places a gentle kiss on my lips, to which I accept, greedily. I open my mouth and run my tongue along his bottom lip, pleading for an entry into his warm mouth. I thread my hands into the hair at the bad of his neck and tug gently. This causes a moan to pass his lips, mouth opening for entry to my tongue. I kiss him fervently as his hands fall to my knees, lifting my legs to wrap around his hips. As I am held closely to his body I feel that he is already half-hard and I use that to my advantage, grinding down on him as I ravage his mouth. Moaning, he turns us around and walks us into the diner, going straight to the booth closest to the door. He lays my back down, quickly settling between my legs, where he grinds down mercilessly hard on my fast hardening cock.

"Shit," I gasp, pulling my mouth from his. His lips go straight to my neck, sucking gently enough that I know there won't be any obvious markings. I tug at his hair with my left hand as the other is grabbing his arse and forcing his hips down harder, seeking friction.

"Slow down, Gerard," he gasps against my neck, although he doesn't slow the fast pace of his hips that I set. Nibbling on my neck, he starts to unzip my jacket. I push him up causing the grinding to cease, so that I can shed the interrupting articles of clothing - being my jacket and top. I then reach for Kobra's already open jacket and push it off of his shoulders before I tug at the hem off his shirt and discard of that too. My eagerness seems to appease my brother as he smirks at me before ravaging my mouth with his. He leans us back down and uses his hands to undo my belt. His lips leave mine and he starts making his way down my body, nipping and sucking across my collarbones and chest - leaving as many marks as he pleases as these can be covered. His mouth finds my left nipple and he bites harshly before soothing it by lapping at it with his tongue. By now my moans are frequent and growing in volume as he displays equal treatment upon my other nipple. His mouth then travels to my navel, where his tongue dips in before making it's way to the hem of my jeans. He pops the button open and catches the zip in his teeth, pulling it down with his mouth, making me gasp as he intentionally nuzzles against my throbbing dick. He makes quick work of shedding my jeans and his mouth is back on my boxer-clad cock, kissing and teasing through the offending fabric.

"Stop teasing," I whimper, causing his warm mouth to leave me.

"Beg," he says in a serious tone. And fuck... he knows that I hate to beg...

"Please, you've got me so fucking hard. I need your warm mouth on me, tight arse around me, your big cock in me, please, I need something, anything!" I mutter, casting my eyes away from his beautiful gaze to hide my embarrassment.

"Good, but I want to hear you beg me, use my fucking name, Gerard," he says against my straining cock. Shit. I'm too desperate to even question it.

"Fuck, Mikey, please, do something, I fucking need you, Mikey. I need my little brother to make me cum!" I beg in an exasperated tone. Seemingly pleased with my response, Mikey pulls my boxers off and instantly engulfs me in his hot mouth. "Fuck, Ko-" I pause, looking down at Mikey who is glaring at me. "Mikey," I correct myself, Mikey works his lips tight around my cock as he bobs his head up and down. Tongue dancing up and down my shaft as he sucks a tight suction around me. I can barely breathe through the intense pleasure he is suddenly giving me. My hands fly to his head, carding through his hair but not attempting to control his movements. His hand moves to my balls and he massages them gently with his smooth fingers as his tongue is massaging my hard dick in his tight mouth. I feel myself coming close much quicker than I'd expected. "Mikey, stop, stop, stop! I'm gonna cum, stop," I aimlessly ramble. Mikey pulls off of my cock and the sight alone is nearly enough to make me blow. His lips are spit slick and red from being stretched and his eyes are drooped like he is blissed out from having my dick in his mouth.

"Gee," he moans and I, in turn, moan too.

"Shit, Mikey, fuck me, please!" I plead and he nods, making his way back up my body to place a soft kiss to my lips. He kisses his way down my milky-skinned body until he reaches my hip, where he sucks a bruise into one of my protruding hip bones. I moan and stroke his cheek with my hand as I tip my head back with closed eyes. In this position I can't anticipate whatever my brother is about to do and as such I yelp when I feel something warm and wet against my hole. "FUCK, MIKEY!" I shout in surprise as my body raises up and my hand presses on his head. This sensation is new and strange but pleasurable too. Mikey smirks against my arse and starts flicking his tongue in a quick motion, effectively swiping at my entrance. I can't help but feel dirty as he eats me out but at the same time... it is so fucking hot. "Mikes, that's so fucking good," I moan as I hold his head firmer, pulling at his soft hair. Mikey lifts a hand to my mouth and wiggles three fingers. Instantly knowing what he wants, I take the fingers into my mouth and suck them as I run my tongue along them. Mikey moans at the feeling of my mouth, his moan sending vibrations through my hole and up my spine. I moan back, causing Mikey to moan again. It becomes a vicious cycle of moaning and getting more and more aroused before Mikey deems his digits well lathered in my saliva. He pulls his hand from my mouth and I feel his pointer and middle fingers push at my rim alongside his tongue. He instantly thrusts both fingers in knowing that I can, and enjoy to, take the initial burning stretch of his fingers inside of me.
"Gee, you're always so fucking tight," Mikey groans against my arse. In response, as I don't even slightly trust my voice, I thrust my hips down, forcing his fingers further inside me. Mikes starts to push the fingers in and out of my faster, scissoring them to stretch me fully, before he quickly adds a third finger and he fucks me with his fingers. I am moaning beneath him and then his fingers curl up into my prostate. I let out a whorish moan and start to buck my hips down onto his hand much more insistently and I am practically writhing beneath him. "Fuck, Gee, look at you, fucking squirming for me," Mikey says before he kisses up my body to my mouth, licking into my mouth to slide his tongue along mine.

"Shit, Mikey!" I whine as I pull my mouth from his, his fingers still thrusting deep into me, hitting my prostate dead on every time.

"What, Gerard, tell me what you want," he teases.

"Mikey, fuck me, I need you to fuck me, please!" I beg, gripping his free arm.

"Shit, yeah, one second," he says, flustered. He pulls his fingers from me, forcing a whimper of loss from my throat, and undoes his jeans quickly whilst I lazily stroke my aching dick. Once Mikey finally gets his jeans and boxers off he grabs a little sachet - presumably lube - from his jeans, opening it and spreading the contents on his dick, which is red from the excessive blood that is rushing to make it so thick and long so that it can fill me just right. "Okay, you ready?" he asks, looking up from his cock which he is now stroking, spreading the liquid around evenly. Biting my lip I nod slowly, knowing that it drives him crazy when I do that. "Fuck," he mutters as he kneels onto the booth seat, grabbing my legs and pushing them up so that they are on my chest. Leaning forward to kiss me, one hand by my head and the other guides his cock, he pushes into me in one swift move. I feel my walls burn at the stretch as his cock fills me completely. He stills as soon as his hips are flush against my arse and rests his forehead to mine. "You are always so fucking tight, Gee, the way your walls squeeze my cock feels so fucking good," he whispers and I instinctively buck my hips from simply hearing his dirty words.

"Shit, Mikey, I'm so fucking full, fuck, fucking move, Mikes!" I moan as I scratch down his back with my blunt nails. Mikey obeys my request and slowly draws his hips back, me clenching my muscles around him as he exits my body, before he is slowly thrusting back in, hitting Gerard's prostate teasingly gently. "Mikey, more, please more," I whine.

"More what?" he teases, knowing exactly what I mean.

"Fuck, Mikes! Deeper, faster, harder, more!" I shout. Mikey laughs before complying and pulling out at a standard pace before snapping his hips into mine faster and harder and right on my prostate causing me to scream in pleasure.

"Like that?" he asks through his own moans as he starts to build up a rhythm.

"Fuck, Mikey, yeah, that's fucking- ungh- perfect!" I answer through my heavy breathing and broken moaning. Mikey grasps my hip in one hand, the other still by my head for his balance. I pull on his hair with one hand as the other is scratching down his back.

After about ten minutes of moans, groans, sweat and thrusting, Mikey starts to slow down. "Mikey, fuck, no, don't stop, I was getting close!" I whine, Holding his back down so that our bodies are pressed together even more so.

"Baby, my legs are sore," he says with an apologetic tone, kissing my forehead as if to say sorry... I'm not fucking letting him stop!

"Get out of me," I instruct.

"What the fuck?"

"Just do it," I pant. He pulls fully out of me, making me whimper from the loss of him. I quickly change our positions so that he is sat in the booth. Smirking, I straggle him, hips raised so that I can reach back and grasp his hard dick. Positioning my hole right about him I sink down, the two of us moaning in synchronisation.

"Fuck yeah, fucking ride me, Gerard," he moans, mouthing at my collar bone. I put one hand in his hair as the other goes behind his head, using it for stability so that I can lift and drop my hips as quick as I need. I raise myself up and lower myself down, starting slow but soon building a merciless rhythm. "Shit, so fucking good," Mikey moans as I speed up slightly, smirking I lean down and claim my brother's mouth in a smouldering kiss. I shift my lips looking for my prostate and as soon as I find it I scream against Mikey's mouth.

"Fuck, so fucking perfect, Mikey. You're cock makes me feel so fucking good!" I shout as I fuck myself on my baby brother's dick, hitting my prostate every time. Mikey moans, moving his hands to my hips to help slam me down harder, his lips returning to my collar bone. With the constant pounding to my prostate and the feel of my brother's mouth on my sweet spot, I moan loudly and consistently, feeling that familiar sensation building up in my stomach. "Mikes, I'm getting close, you close?" I ask, voice breathy.

"Yeah, Gee, so fucking close," he moans, clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back. His hand moves to my cock, jerking me at the same fast pace as my hips were moving up and down his dick, both movements sloppy. With a few more hits to my prostate and Mikey's warm, smooth fingers stroking my cock I hit my orgasm hard.

"Fuck, Mikey, I'm cumming," I scream, shooting across his torso and hand. Seeing, hearing, and feeling me cum must have been enough because seconds later Mikey is cumming hot inside of me, my name heavy on his lips. I continue to slowly ride him as he lazily strokes my cock, riding out our orgasms. I lean down and kiss Mikey, slow and lazy. When I sit up I glance out of the window and see the other Killjoys returning. Fuck. "Shit, Mikey, they're back, we need to get dressed!" I panic. Mikey laughs and I glare at him, silently demanding to know what's so funny.

"Well I can't do anything with you still around me," he says, winking at me and I blush, looking away before I rise from Mikey, biting my lip to keep in my whimper from the loss. I fumble around and manage to find the right clothes. I quickly get them on and hand Mikey his. As soon as he has his shirt over his head the door opens.

"Sorry that we took so long..." Fun Ghoul says.

"Where is the girl?" Jet Star asks, panic in his voice. Mikey point to the back room and makes gestures to show that she is sleeping. Jet Star nods and walks into the back room to check on her.

We ask Fun Ghoul about what took so long and as soon as he fills us in he leans close to me. "Nice hair, by the way," he says, smirking as he pulls away and casts me a wink before he joining Jet Star in the back room. I look to Mik-Kobra Kid with my mouth agape and eyes wide... because like... fuck... Does Fun Ghoul know what happened? Kobra is fucking laughing when I look to him.

"Don't fucking laugh, Kobra, this is serious shit!" I hiss, angrily. He instantly frowns.

"Back to my Killjoy name?" he asks glumly. "At least when it is just us can we call each other our real names?" he suggests, hope in his eyes and I nod.

"Sure, Mikey, but only because I love you with all my heart," I say, smiling. Mikey hugs me tightly, kissing my neck, gratefully.

"I love you too, Gerard, always and forever,"

Notes

Sorry for any mistakes.
I kind of didn't proof read... Again... I'm sorry but it is 6AM on Christmas and I was writing all night!
Thanks for reading!
If you have any oneshot requests then feel free to comment or message me. (I'll almost certainly be happy to do all oneshots that are requested! c:)