The Light Behind Your Eyes (Frerard vs Waycest)

"Gerard, help me unpack the groceries!" Said boy's mom called from the kitchen. He frowned, looking at his lap.
"Of course, mom." He sighed, running a hand through his long black hair, trying to ignore the sticky wetness in his jeans. Gerard literally hobbled to the kitchen, wincing as he felt the thick, white liquid sticking to the inside of his thighs.
"You okay, Gee?" Donna Way, raised an eyebrow and Gerard forced a smile, nodding.
"Yup." He said through clenched teeth when all he wanted to do was shower and wash Mikey's surprisingly skilled hands off of him. "Why can't Mikey help?" Gerard whined childishly, and Donna shook her head, helping her oldest son unpack the groceries, informing how he tensed.
"He's not feeling well. He was shaking and sweating and moaning in discomfort." She frowned and his mother's words sent shivers down her oldest son's back. He knew what Mikey was doing. Oh, god, he was probably still in the middle of that and- "I hope he's okay." Diana's voice brought him out of his thoughts and he nodded, swallowing.
"Yeah.." He offered weakly, his voice thick. He wanted to help Mikey out as Mikey had just done for him.
"Oh, gosh, are you sick too, Gee?" Donna pressed a hand to his forehead. "Aw, my poor babies. Go get rested, I'll take care of this." She bit her lip in worry.
"Mom, it's fine, I-"
"Now, Gerard." She commanded and he hung his head like he did something wrong, walking downstairs, his breath hitching when he saw Mikey passed out on the couch outside their bedroom, his hand still down his pants. Gerard let out a soft moan, stripping as he got to the bathroom, running the cold water. This was not okay. He had Frank. His sweet little Frankie...what would he think of this?
Gerard stepped under the spray, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. Would Frank think he's more gross than Gerard already is? By getting off on his brother's touch? But really, it was Frank's mouth that sent him over the edge. His soft, warm, safe kiss along with Mikey's hard, dry, reckless movements was too much. He was in love with both of them, as impossible as it seemed. It wasn't fair. He wanted to be happy with the both of them.

Notes

Hey -Waves-
I'm trying to update more regularly, honest.