The Light Behind Your Eyes (Frerard vs Waycest)

-WARNING-
-This is the closest thing to smut you will ever get from me :) -
Gerard didn't fully understand how innocently watching a movie on opposite ends of the room from his brother lead to Mikey sitting on his lap, making out with him. Of course, Gerard wasn't complaining now that his mouth was busy. He liked the way Mikey's body felt crushed against him and he liked the aggressiveness Mikey possessed when they kissed. Frankie had such soft and gentle kisses and Mikey just threw that out the window, coming to Gerard with everything he had. Somehow, though, this just drew more of Gerard to Mikey.
Gerard let out a small whimper as Mikey bit down into the plump flesh of his bottom lip, grinning as he watched his brother's eyes fill with lust. Mikey wiped the smile off his face, pushing their lips together again. Gerard's right hand was tangled in Mikey's brownish blonde hair, tugging gently, but not to pull him away. Oh, no. Mikey moaned softly, grinding his hips down to Gerard's, making him gasp and screw his eyes shut tight as he pulled Mikey's mouth down to him again, forcing a kiss onto his younger brother's lips. Mikey grinned triumphantly, probbing Gerard's lips with his tongue which Gerard opened obediently.
Frank flashed through Gerard's mind as well as 2:24 but he couldn't connect the pieces as his breathing became labored, thrusting his hips up to meet Mikey's solid movements, their pants the only thing stopping the much needed friction. Gerard's vision went white as pleasure racked his body. "Ugh, Mikes." He groaned out, his eyes cracking open. His brother was grinning at him, his head titled to the side in question. Gerard whimpered, throwing his head back. "Touch me.." he begged softly, his eyes wide and pleading. "Please." He murmured, biting his lip.
"Fuck.." a voice behind them gasped and Mikey was off Gerard in a second, Gerard's pants half undone and Mikey now on the floor.
"Frankie-" Gerard blushed, doing up his pants and sitting upright, running a hand through his hair.

Notes

It's been twenty days...I'm sorry...