Between Two Points
Eight
[ Mikey's POV ]
I woke up, tangled in Gerard. Remembering his wounds, I rip myself from him: falling to the cold, hard floor. Whimpering, I was about to curse but Gerard beat me to it.
''Shit!'' he gasps, ''Mikey? Are you alright?''
It made me smile, knowing he cared about me even if he's the one that got shot, but then I mumbled a curse of my own. Of course he cares about me - he does romantically love me, after all.
''M'fine,'' I grumbled before standing up. Gerard looked hurt, and it made me hate myself more than I already do.
''Hey,'' I whisper crawling in the cot next to him, laying my head on his chest. ''Don't pout, alright? I didn't mean to snap at you, I was just frusterated because I hurt my butt.''
Gerard seemed to think about this before nodding, kissing me on the cheek before allowing me to nuzzle the crook of his neck.
''You know, you look extremely sexy with bedhead.'' he murmurs, running his fingers up and down my back. I arch my back slightly, trembling lustfully under my big brothers touch. I wanted him to do something else, just for the sensations.
''You like that?'' Gerard murmurs, smiling as I whimper and nod. He laughs, peeling my shirt off and planting chaste kisses on my chest before sucking slightly, leaving a faint purple hickey.
''So...so beautiful.'' Gerard murmurs, kissing me on the lips. I moan, slipping my tongue in his mouth. He fought for dominance and won, making me the submissive one.
Soon enough, Gerard's hand was in my boxers, stroking me. I was mewling like a one dollar whore, wanting his hand to be replaced with him mouth but knew it would be hard to do because he can't get on his knees due to the gun shot wounds.
He ran his finger over the slit and I went crazy. Moaning loudly, I came: hard. I whimpered out his name before blacking out.
~* Time Lapse *~
The next time I woke up, I was tired to Gerard. My arse was pressing against Gerard's boxer clad member, the rope making it impossible to move without rubbing up against my brother.
''You like getting hand jobs from your brother,'' Frank says coming out of the shadows. ''Right?'' he was looking at me, mixed emotions in his eyes.
''I-I...'' how could I say anything without hurting Gerard's feelings and not getting punished by Frank at the same time?
''Yeah,'' I say, louder. It might be sickening, but I did. I liked how Gerard loomed over me, that loving, yet dominant, look in his eyes as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
''Good,'' Frank laughs. ''Because, we're going to play a game where you'll be doing a bunch of things where Gerard's intimate with you.''
My stomach lurches and I felt Gerard shift, moving closer to me, protectivly.
What kind of games? Was my last thought before Frank whistled, a guy with wild black hair and piercing blue eyes strolling in.
''Andy,'' Frank says with a twisted smirk, ''drop Gerard's boxers.''
I woke up, tangled in Gerard. Remembering his wounds, I rip myself from him: falling to the cold, hard floor. Whimpering, I was about to curse but Gerard beat me to it.
''Shit!'' he gasps, ''Mikey? Are you alright?''
It made me smile, knowing he cared about me even if he's the one that got shot, but then I mumbled a curse of my own. Of course he cares about me - he does romantically love me, after all.
''M'fine,'' I grumbled before standing up. Gerard looked hurt, and it made me hate myself more than I already do.
''Hey,'' I whisper crawling in the cot next to him, laying my head on his chest. ''Don't pout, alright? I didn't mean to snap at you, I was just frusterated because I hurt my butt.''
Gerard seemed to think about this before nodding, kissing me on the cheek before allowing me to nuzzle the crook of his neck.
''You know, you look extremely sexy with bedhead.'' he murmurs, running his fingers up and down my back. I arch my back slightly, trembling lustfully under my big brothers touch. I wanted him to do something else, just for the sensations.
''You like that?'' Gerard murmurs, smiling as I whimper and nod. He laughs, peeling my shirt off and planting chaste kisses on my chest before sucking slightly, leaving a faint purple hickey.
''So...so beautiful.'' Gerard murmurs, kissing me on the lips. I moan, slipping my tongue in his mouth. He fought for dominance and won, making me the submissive one.
Soon enough, Gerard's hand was in my boxers, stroking me. I was mewling like a one dollar whore, wanting his hand to be replaced with him mouth but knew it would be hard to do because he can't get on his knees due to the gun shot wounds.
He ran his finger over the slit and I went crazy. Moaning loudly, I came: hard. I whimpered out his name before blacking out.
~* Time Lapse *~
The next time I woke up, I was tired to Gerard. My arse was pressing against Gerard's boxer clad member, the rope making it impossible to move without rubbing up against my brother.
''You like getting hand jobs from your brother,'' Frank says coming out of the shadows. ''Right?'' he was looking at me, mixed emotions in his eyes.
''I-I...'' how could I say anything without hurting Gerard's feelings and not getting punished by Frank at the same time?
''Yeah,'' I say, louder. It might be sickening, but I did. I liked how Gerard loomed over me, that loving, yet dominant, look in his eyes as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
''Good,'' Frank laughs. ''Because, we're going to play a game where you'll be doing a bunch of things where Gerard's intimate with you.''
My stomach lurches and I felt Gerard shift, moving closer to me, protectivly.
What kind of games? Was my last thought before Frank whistled, a guy with wild black hair and piercing blue eyes strolling in.
''Andy,'' Frank says with a twisted smirk, ''drop Gerard's boxers.''
Notes
Yeah, guys, I lied. The Waycest won't stay PG-13. It'll be like fuckin', NC-17 bitches. Sorry for those who don't like it.ANYWHORE, I hoped you enjoyed :3
*Check out my new co-write ''Gerard Way Must Die''?
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