Where Is Your Brother Tonight?

I lay face down on Patrick’s bunk, sobbing lightly. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Pete was only being friendly and yet Gerard had gone ape-shit on him. I heard Pete screaming at his band.

“WHERE IS HE?”

Patrick mumbled something and then the curtain got drawn back. I jumped up still crying. Pete’s arms crashed around my body. I hugged him back, crying into his shoulder.

“Shhh Mikes. It’s OK.”

I leant back, wiping my eyes and sniffling. I looked up at Pete and gasped. His eye was swollen. I lightly touched it, flinching back at his whimper.

“D-Did Gerard do that?”

Pete nodded and pulled his face away from my hand. I gently pressed my lips to it.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault. At all.”

"He was protecting me!"

"He... Not you."

I sighed and lay my head against his chest. My passion for him was burning hotter than ever. The fact he'd fought my own brother to prove a point. I closed my eyes and sniffled. I didn't deserve Pete. Everything he'd done; I broke down sobbing.

"Hey, Mikes, shhh."

I shook my head, unable to stop my tears now I'd started. He lay me down and I clutched at him, not wanting him to leave. I was in love with him and he didn't know. He couldn't know. I needed Pete to lay with me, to comfort me. He simply nodded and slipped in with me. My tears stained his shirt and he gently rubbed my back. He moved closer as I looked up. Our lips crashed together and my eyes widened. He wasn't kissing me but he wasn't pulling away. I pushed against his lips and slipped my arms around his neck. Pete pushed back against me, gently rolling so he was on top. This was it. The years of pent up feelings; love, lust, sexual tension. It was all coming out.

...

Pete's hand slid down my back, causing me to shiver. His other hand undid my shirt buttons, tugging it off of me. I giggled, helping him out of his own shirt. I felt like a naughty teenager, sneaking around. It felt right. Pete took my lips by surprise once he threw his shirt to the floor, holding me close. I felt him grinding against me and I moaned against his lips, pressing my hips up to his. The fact our pants were stopping the friction to my cock aggravated me; pushing Pete off of me, I yanked my pants down, fumbling with Pete's belt buckle. It clicked open after a few seconds and he pulled it off, grinning wickedly as he grabbed my wrists. He tied me to the bunk and I licked my dry lips as I watched him.

"You be a good little boy and I might let you touch yourself tonight."

A moan escaped my lips as I watched Pete kissing down my chest, arching softly up to him, begging for something, anything. Warm lips wrapped around the tip of my cock and my breathing hitched. I thrusted my hips up into his mouth, moans tumbling over my lips. Pete started humming, sending vibrations up my throbbing length. He pulled off much too soon. I whined and he put his finger to my lips.

"Shhhh sweetheart..."

He quickly got out of his pants and underwear and got on the bunk carefully, opening a small compartment in the wall and getting lube out. He squirted it onto his hand before gently slipping a finger inside of me. My muscles tightened around the intrusion; I whimpered a little in pain, soon turning to pleasure as I felt a second finger being pushed inside of me, scissoring. Three fingers. I groaned louder.

"Pete... I need you... Please... Fuck- fuck me."

Pete carefully lubed his cock up and lined up, pressing into me, causing me to yell out. He was thick; not that long but thick. I breathed harshly, gripping onto the leather of the belt as I felt him push in to his hilt.

"Breathe, Mikey Mouse, breath."

I did and nodded. I just wanted to feel him; I needed to feel him. Pete slowly started thrusting and I moaned softly, pain edging in around the edge of my voice. He started moving quicker, angling each time differently, trying to find my prostate. I yelped and arched my back as I felt him hit it.

"Scream for me Mikey."

Pete started pounding into my prostate and I couldn't do anything but scream in pleasure, arch off the bed and lift my legs, begging him for more. More came. He went faster and I kept screaming, even when my voice went, croaking out screams that would have made porn starts proud.

"G-Gonna c-cum."

"Cum for me Mikey. Cum hard. CUM FOR ME."

My back arched and my walls clamped around Pete as I came, screaming his name, panting hard. I vaguely registered Pete cumming himself, feeling him shoot his load inside of me. I felt him thrusting sloppily to get us through our highs before collapsing next to me, releasing my hands. I dropped them and curled up, resting my head on Pete's chest.

"I love you Mikey Mouse. I always have."

"I've always loved you too Pete."

"So... You wanna be my boyfriend?"

Mikey nodded and leant up, kissing Pete softly.

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