Three Cheers For Sweet Waycest!

*MIKEY'S POV* "You're disgusting. Absolutely sick and twisted, Michael Way." Gerard spat as I whimpered. I knew it! I knew he would respond like this! So why did I tell him?! Because I knew he needed to know? For my own selfish reasons? He, Hell, maybe even both of us,would be locked up immediately if anyone found out, yet I told Gerard anyway. "I hope you fucking die, dear brother." Gerard grinned a sick smile. His voice sounded sour, and his whole face, including the snarl of his lips, betrayed his absolute hate for me. And who wouldn't? I'm gross. And the worst part was that I knew it. And besides, even if Gerard wasn't my older brother, would he date me anyway? I'm not skinny, and I'm too tall. I'm all awkward angles and poker faces. When you've been in love with your older brother for five or six years, you kind of learn to hide your feelings. I hated hiding from him, I really did. Gerard shared everything with me and it killed me to not be able to do the same. I awoke screaming until my throat was burning and hot tears were near to choking me. It was a dream, Gerard doesn't hate me. I had to take a few deep breaths until my stupid self-conscience spoke up. ' He didn't hate you yet.' Meaning he would. And I knew he would. Who wouldn't? But I at least had now. "MIKEY!" Gerard came running in all of the sudden. "ARE YOU OKAY?!" "I'm fine, Gerard...." I mumbled, and Gerard knew I was anything and everything less than fine. "Night terrors, again, Mikes?" Gerard asked softly as he quickly walked to my bed, bringing me into his arms. I held on to him tightly, my tears staining his shirt as I nodded. "It'll be okay, Mikey. I promise. They're just dreams." Gerard soothed, smoothing my hair with his hands. "But they're so real, Gee." I whispered, tears flowing on their own accord. I was shaking in Gerard's arms and neither of us could do anything to stop it. "What was this one about?" Gerard asked as he carefully picked me up, letting my blanket fall to the floor and I blushed at my boxer-clad body. I didn't need to ask to know what was going on. I was sleeping in his bed tonight, with him. I stiffened at the question and Gerard whispered lightly on my ear. "You don't have to tell me, Mikes. Talking might help, though." "It was about you hating me." I whispered, my head buried in his neck as I took in his scent. Coffee mixed with sweat and cologne that he totally stole from me! And just something that was pure him. And it was all soothing enough to stop my tears and my shakes. Or maybe it was his velvety-rough New Jersey accent. "You called me disgusting and y-you said I should f-fucking die. You called me sick and twisted and I-I thought y-you would k-kill me right t-there. I was s-so scared, G-Gee, it was so r-real...." My tears returned and Gerard kept reassuring me. "It's okay, Mikey. I don't hate you, never could hate you. I love you and you have to know that. I don't think you're gross or disgusting." Gerard said truthfully as he kicked the door open with his foot. I was surprised how he managed to carry me down the stairs like this when I was such a sobbing mess. He laid me down on the bed and curled up next to me, holding me tightly and kissing the top of my head, which I had buried in his chest. I looked up at Gerard and he smiled brightly at me before I had placed my head back into it's original position. "Mikey....Mikes....wake up...." Gerard's smooth voice filled my ears as soon as I woke and I smiled to myself. Add a "babe" or a "beautiful" and a kiss on the head and it would be my dream come true. "Mmmghh" The tired sound came out of my mouth and I was too exhausted to be embarrassed. "Come on, Mikes. Mom made breakfast and you know what breakfast means?" Gerard asked and I buried his face further into the pillow. "Coffee?" I asked as I picked my head up to properly look at my brother. I gasped, he was so beautiful in the morning. Messy black hair, yesterday's smudged eyeliner, smooth white skin glowing, a small grin and tired eyes. He was simply perfection. Gerard nodded and I quickly got up, throwing on clothes that I didn't care were my brother's or not. He didn't care either, which was awesome, even if the jeans were a little big on me. I grabbed a faded Nirvana shirt and dragged a laughing Gerard with me. His laugh was so perfect. "Did you bribe him with coffee?" Out mom, Donna, laughed as I practically tore the house apart looking for a clean mug. I finally found one and poured the black goodness into the cup. I added sugar and milk and it was perfect. "Yup." Gerard smile, proud if himself as he sipped his previously made coffee. Today was the day of his new job--as an art teacher. We all knew this was what he wanted and we were all proud of him. Well, except for out father, Donald, but he's an ass and no wine really pays attention to his aymore, anyway. Today was also my first day if school. Ugh, kill me now. "Hey, guess what, Mikes?" Something about Gerard's huge grin made me scared to ask what, but I did anyway. "I'M YOUR ART TEACHER!!" He practically squealed and I grinned as he pulled me into a tight hug. "Ger-rard....can't.....breath..." I weezed out and Gerard let me go immediately. I smiled. Great, a whole hour to oggle at my brother in his sexy teacher--okay, no, stop those thoughts this early in the morning. "You excited?!" Gerard asked and I nodded. Anyone else would've been pissed but Gerard and I were super close, so it was more of a blessing. "Okay, well, I have to leave early, bet ready for my classes and such, so see ya later, Mikes! Bye mom!" Gerard yelled as he grabbed his messenger bag full of art supplies and headed out the door. I still had a half hour and I was very grateful for that. "I'm going to use the shower, okay, mom?" I asked and she nodded, beginning to wash the dishes I had just helped her wash. I took a quick shower, really dreading the first day already and pulled on some of my own clothes, keeping Gerard's Nirvana shirt. It still smelled like him and besides, who doesn't love Nirvana? A quick ten minutes after my shower, I was running to catch the bus. Green Day blasted through my headphones, in time with my pounding footsteps. "Mikey Way--Here he is!" I would've smiled, but I was certain they were less than pleased to see me. "So, you're brother's the new art teacher? An easy A, huh?" "N-no." I said, looking down at my converse, kicking up some dirt. "Oh, sure, your brother and you have been attached at he hip since forever, you incestuous freak. You really think he'd let you fail?" "You really think I'd let him pass a class without any effort? Sorry, Mikes, you actually might fail if you think that one. Hop in." Gerard appeared and I was grateful. I jumped in and ignored the "Need your brother to come to the rescue you, baby?" Type things as I put my phone away after taking out the headphones. "Green Day?" Gerard asked and I knew he was talking about what was playing on my phone. I nodded and he smiled. But then it dropped. "Hey, is that my Nirvana shirt?!" "Hey, Is that my Yeah cologne?!" I shot back and smiled to myself when Gerard shut up. Gerard found a parking spot near the front and we hoped out, walking in together before splitting up real soon. My hands shook as I walked to my first class. Art was last period, but at least that insured we were going home together, like we promised mom. All my classes flew by in a boring series of introductions. But finally, I got to Gerard's class. "Hey, I'm the art teacher-oh, fuck it. I've been doing this all day, this is boring." Gerard said as he stood in front of the class, a hand on his hip. I giggled behind my hand. What else had I expected from Gee? "I'm Gerard Way and who's hear for a good fucking time?!" He asked and got a few cheers and claps from the classroom. "Okay, so, like, there was stuff I was suppose to give you, but I kinda, uh, lost it." Gerard scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks tainted pink. Typical Gee. "But, you know the deal, right? Colored pencils, not crayons, pencils, a pen or two, a sketch book, not pad, the pages fall out too easily. I think that's basically it. Oh! And I'm suppose to tell you no gum, but who in here actually follows that rule?" Zero hands went up. "Exactly. Now, you can't talk, but I want you to draw what you're feeling. These will be collected ten minutes before the class is over." Everyone got to work, or mostly, passed notes and giggled over how cute the teacher was. It was sickening, actually. Not that it wasn't true, but Gerard was mine and mine only. Fuck, when did I become so possessive? I got to drawing. What was I feeling? Well, I was feeling pretty damn horny since seeing the bulge in my brother's pants, but even if I got a few laughed out if it, I doubt it's blow over well with my parents. Instead I drew a unicorn and a few rainbows. I handed it in five minutes before I was suppose to, and honestly, it looked pretty freaking good, if I do say so myself. "What?" I asked, biting back a giggle. "I am feeling a little gay." Gerard giggled and I smiled in return, sitting back in my seat. "Gee--um, Mr. Way, could I go to the bathroom?" I asked, my face totally red. A few kids snickered behind their hands and Gerard nodded, getting back to his own sketch. I walked slowly to the bathroom, taking my time. I actually, as weird as it sounded, just wanted to check my hair and make up and everything. I ran a brush through my hair first and touched up my eyeliner. Then I washed my hands and walked back to class, where everyone was handing in their drawings. "How many kida in this class feel like naked women?" Gerard asked and the whole class erupted in laughter. He smirked. "I mean, like, that can't be an emotion, right?" The class was aloud to talk quietly for the remainder of the hour and I was left alone. Again. Not that I minded that might. No, I preferred being alone. "Nice shirt." I lifted my head from a comic book I had brought just in case, as I always do. I was met with a knowing grin and my eyes dropped to shirt and grinned. "Yours too." We had been wearing the same shirt. From the role call Gerard had almost forgotten, this was Frank. Frank Iero. Such a plain name for someone so extraordinary looking. He had jet black hair that was shaved and blonde on one side, heavy eye make up and thick black exes across his eyes. He had a ring shoved through his lip and it just added to his appeal. "So," Frank whispered in my ear, getting closer. "Isn't the teacher hot stuff, or what?" I felt turn completely red. Well, I knew Gerard was very sexy, but what was I suppose to tell him? "Um, that's my brother." I giggled awkwardly and Frank pulled away, erupting in good natured laughter. "Oh, man, I'm sorry! That must've been so awkward!" I could feel Gerard's eyes on me as we laughed and exchanged phone numbers. "Already picking up guys on the first day?" Gerard's hot breath breathed down my neck, making me shiver. I had known he was there, even if I jumped a little, anyway. "No!" I defended myself, turning around. Bad move. Our lips were so close. And I was still feeling horny....If only I pressed our lips together just to feel it. "Oh, man, you like him!" Gerard laughed, not moving at all. "I do not!!" I yelled, blushing. "I already like someone!" "Who?" Gerard asked, the mood serious again. Oh, fuck. "Um, you know..." "Fran-" I shut him up with my lips and his eyes widened. I pulled away and turned around again. "Mikey-" "Sorry." I said, a tear slipping from my eye. I grabbed my bag and pushed Gerard out of the way. "Mikes-" "Shut up." I muttered. "I know you think I'm disgusting and twisted. You don't need to say it. I should've done that. I'm sorry." I ran out of the door. "Mikey!!" Gerard yelled, obviously getting my attention. I stopped mid step. Gerard never yells at at me. Gerard walked over briskly, grabbing my arm and his bag and dragging me to his car. He was obviously so pissed. He didn't say anything on the car ride home and as soon as we got home, he pushed both of us into my room and kissed me roughly on the lips. "I love you, Mikes." Gerard mumbled. "And not in a brothery way, like I should, either." "I love you too, Gee." A sob getting stuck in my throat. "What's wrong, Mikey?" Gerard asked, brushing a tear away from my face with his thumb as he held my face in his hands. "I thought you hated me...." I whispered, looking down. Gerard kissed me again. "Never, baby." Gerard whispered into my hair.

Notes

Thanks for checking out my second Waycest/Frerard story on this site! If you didn't catch my first one, it's The Light Behind Your Eyes (Frerard vs Waycest).
*AGES*
I know they're a little messed up, but they kind of have to be.
Gerard= 23
Mikey= 17
Frank= 16
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