Crossing the Line
Chapter 5
Crossing the Line: Chapter 5 (Mikey’s P.O.V.)
I woke up to the sound of vehicles; loud, sputtering vehicles to be more precise. Why didn’t I close my windows last night? Oh, wait. I was making out with my brother. Silly me. Of course I would be distracted. Who wouldn’t be, right?
I felt so cozy and warm situated in my brother’s arms. Miraculously I did not have a hard-on this time, but my backside still hurt like a mother. I wondered how long it would take me to heal completely and not need painkillers every five hours or so. I shrugged to myself and slowly inched my body upward (as painful as it was) until I was face to face with my sleeping brother, who was flat on his back. He looked so innocent when he slept, or at least I thought so. His face seemed to be angelic in a way, no mischievous grin present for once.
I leaned over from my position half on top of Gerard and kissed him on the lips. It was soft and gentle at first, but then I added more pressure so he would wake up. I knew he was conscious when he began to move his lips against mine; I could never get tired of this. We finally broke apart after a few minutes smiling. My fingers had become tangled in his already messy hair at some point and I scratched his scalp with my barely-there fingernails. He appeared to like this treatment and made a content sound before opening his eyes about halfway, looking up at me. This whole situation was still surreal in my mind.
“Good morning, Mike-Mike,” he greeted quietly and pecked my lips. My head scratching made his bed-head even worse, yet it was irresistibly cute at the same time. His arms were on my lower back, creating random designs on my skin with the pads of his fingers; the index and middle fingertips of his right hand were callused from years of drawing. It felt as nice as I thought it would.
“Morning, Gee,” I said back and gave him a quick kiss as well.
“What are you doing up?” he asked me, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the heels of his hands, effectively smearing his eyeliner he forgot to wash off last night.
“Some commotion outside. Trucks, I’m guessing. They were loud enough to wake the dead.”
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“That’s because you’re beyond dead, Gee,” I giggled and patted his head. Seriously, you could not wake him up… except maybe with a morning kiss or shaking him awake.
He crinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out at me good-naturedly. “Hey, do you think someone finally bought that house across the street? Maybe those were moving trucks you heard.”
“Wow. You are actually using your brain this early in the morning without coffee. It’s a miracle!”
“Shut it, Mikes,” he snapped, feigning annoyance. He placed a kiss on my forehead. “Want me to get your pills?”
“That would be great, thanks,” I replied. I moved from my leaning position over him and lied on my stomach instead. Thankfully moving was not as painful as it was yesterday, but it still hurt nonetheless. He shifted off the bed and left the room, returning a few minutes later with what I needed. I easily swallowed the painkillers and drank about half of the glass of water. I handed Gerard the glass, which he put on my nightstand adjacent to my clock radio that read 9:47 in yellow-green letters. He slid back in bed and got comfortable with me under the covers. Mmm this was… I couldn’t begin to describe how relaxing it was. Our arms were wrapped around each other and his face was buried in the nape of my neck, while I was on my back.
“I looked out the window in the living room before coming back upstairs. I was right. We have new neighbors.”
“That’s nice,” I yawned, not totally awake yet. He nuzzled the warm skin of my neck, fully enjoying the intimacy of it all. I smiled from the gesture. “Do you think we should meet them? It’ll give us something to do besides make out all day.”
“Aw, but I wanted to make out all day. God, Mikey. Sometimes I wonder if you can read my mind,” he sighed. “I guess we should greet the newbies, then, huh?”
“Mhm. Maybe after a cup of coffee and a shower,” I suggested. “Besides, you still have to finish your homework from Friday.”
“Alright, alright, fine. But let’s lie like this for a couple more minutes. I don’t feel like getting up right away. I’m way too comfortable right now.” We did just that. I almost did not want to move myself, but we just had to meet the new neighbors. I liked meeting new people; it was always interesting and broke me from routine.
“I call shower!” Gerard yelled as he jumped out of my bed.
At least he showered regularly now. Before, Gee would probably bathe maybe once a week. He didn’t see the point of it and would take shelter in his room to draw instead. Yeah, kind of gross. That was back when he was really anti-social and semi-depressed. It seemed like so long ago at this point, like an entire transformation or something.
Getting back on topic, Gerard was hopping in the shower ahead me and I could care less. Although he had his own personal bathroom downstairs in the basement, it was not equipped with a shower. That meant one shower for a family of four, which sometimes did not bode well when those constant occurrences of everyone needing to bathe at the same time arose. At least my brother and I were the only ones home; there was more hot water for us.
Oh well. I needed my coffee to function anyway, every member of the Way family did; it had to be genetics or something. I made my way over to the kitchen after putting my glasses on and filled the coffee machine with the proper amount of grinds and water, then clicked the ‘on’ button. I sat in a wooden chair at the table quietly and daydreamed as usual in a sleepy daze; the only sound that hit my ears was the coffee percolating and the hum of the refrigerator. When it was done, I poured myself a mug and one for my brother; I knew he wouldn’t take too long in the shower, despite his long hair. Gee, for the most part, was not one to linger in the bathroom, he was always an in-and-out person. That was, unless he wanted to piss me off by using all the hot water when I desperately needed to get clean to go out somewhere. Lucky for me, he only did that a few times in the past and solely to get back at me for something.
I added sugar and milk and stirred, knowing full-well how Gee liked his coffee after preparing it so many times before. How awesome of a brother was I? I tossed the spoon into the full sink and stared. Wow, that was a lot of dirty dishes. I had better get on that. Knowing my brother, I was sure he would only wash the dishes if there was nothing else clean to eat off of. Lazy bastard. My problems would be solved if a dishwasher was installed, but no, my life just had to be a little more complicated. Excuse my grumpiness; I could not always be chipper and upbeat first thing in the morning. Most days were better than others, and today would be one of the latter. At least the pain in my backside was receding. I placed my mug on the counter top after downing it, lathered some dishwasher soap on a sponge, and started cleaning. After I was about half way done, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped themselves around my waist, causing me to nearly jump of out of skin. It was a good thing I was not holding anything breakable at the time.
Gerard’s laughter, that feminine laughter, filled my ears. “I didn’t mean to startle you there, Mikey. I thought you heard me walk in.”
“I guess I didn’t.” His laughter was contagious and I giggled and picked up the soapy sponge I had dropped in the sink. I was feeling better already. Being close to Gerard always put me in a good mood, and the fact that the coffee had kicked in was another reason.
“Sorry. Whatcha doing?” he asked, still attached to me.
“The dishes,” I replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was.
“Do you know what I’m doing?”
“Hugging me,” I answered as I rinsed off a plate.
“Nope.”
“Okay, then what are you doing, Gee?” I did not know what kind of game he was playing now.
“I’m doing you,” he whispered heatedly in my ear before running his tongue along it. My god that felt so unbelievably good. I dropped the sponge for the second time that morning and gripped the sink with both of my wet hands. His own hands left from their place around my waist and began exploring my stomach and chest with feather-like touches, pushing himself flush against my back gently. I sighed, fully enjoying the texture of his fingertips on my skin for a second time that morning. I moaned out loud when he nibbled my ear with his teeth and started sucking on the lobe. I had no idea my ears were so sensitive. It was evident that Gee knew this and was taking advantage of it. I whimpered as I felt myself stiffen, because, hey, I was an inexperienced teenager for god’s sake. It didn’t take me much to get going.
“What do we have here?” he breathed as his slender and artistic fingers came across my hardened nipples. Gerard simultaneously ran his index fingers in circles around the areas before tweaking them. I gasped sharply then groaned at the double stimulation. I had never done that to myself nor had anyone done it to me. I had experimented with my prostate, as I told my friends and brother the day before, but I had no idea about this!
“Oh, Gee,” I panted, putting my head back to rest on his left shoulder.
“Does that feel good, Mike-Mike?” he asked and pinched my nipples a little harder.
“Y-yes,” I moaned, arching into his touch.
“Good,” he grinned and kissed my neck before removing himself from behind me. He grabbed the hot, probably tepid now if anything, cup of coffee I made for him earlier. “Thanks for the coffee.”
Gerard then took a seat at the table. I turned around all the way, leaning against the sink. My mouth was agape and I just stared at him in disbelief.
“What?” he asked innocently when he noticed the look on my face. I noted his hair was damp from his shower he had just taken. He was also wearing a different pair of boxers, which were mine. He was probably too lazy to actually go downstairs and fish a pair out of his own bureau. I was definitely going to steal his later. As revenge, of course.
“Are you kidding me?!” I hollered, more squeakily than I would have liked as I threw my hands into the air. I was sporting a massive erection and he didn’t know what was up? LIAR!! “I am so going to get you for that.”
“Oh, yeah? How do you figure?”
I rinsed the soap off my hands and did not say anything in response. Wasn’t the old saying ‘actions speak louder than words’? Well, I took that advice. I stalked over to my older brother, who had a smug grin playing on his lips. Oh, how I was going to wipe the grin right off his face. I pulled his chair out from under the table and sat in his lap. Before he could even make a comment, I was on him like white on rice. Yeah, perfect analogy. And I just came up with that out of nowhere.
Getting back to the situation, I kissed his mouth aggressively, forcing my tongue into his mouth and gripping his hair tightly between my fingers. Psh like he cared. I felt him becoming hard underneath me, so it was not as if he wasn’t enjoying himself. I bit his lower lip hard, receiving a pleased moan in return. I always knew he had a bit of a masochistic kink. Don’t ask how I always knew, but his reactions to the hair pulling and biting were proof enough. A rush of adrenaline went through my body; I loved being in the seat of power. I could tell my brother was really getting into it, which was my cue to stop, however reluctant it may have been on my part. I peeled myself away from him and ventured toward the bathroom for a shower.
“Sucks, doesn’t it?” I called over my shoulder. I could see the shock and sexual frustration adorning his features without even turning around. Once again, revenge was sweet.
“Actually, I think an angry Mikey would make for some hot, angry sex!” he shouted back. My plan definitely backfired in that moment. Oh well. I at least got him hard. It counted for something in my book.
I took a quick shower (with an even quicker hand job), brushed my teeth, and got dressed. I ran a comb through my hair and went back to the kitchen. I could have sworn it was the sign of the apocalypse. Gerard, my older brother, was washing the dishes! I was taken aback by the sight before me.
“Gee-Gee, is that really you?” I queried.
“Of course it’s me,” he replied, balancing the last dish on the draining board and dried his hands with the towel draped over the oven handle.
“Were you just doing dishes?”
“Yep. You already did, like, half of them, so I decided to finish them off for you.”
“That’s amazing, thank you!” I cheered and hugged my brother. He returned it right away and ran his fingers through my slightly wet hair.
“Did you have a fun jacking off in the shower?” he asked.
“Yes. Did you have a fun time in your bathroom?” I shot back.
“Quite. Thanks for asking,” he laughed, which I soon joined. “I’m gonna get dressed so we can head over to meet our new neighbors.”
“’Kay. I’ll be waiting.”
“I’m sure you will be,” he smiled and went to do as he instructed. In the meantime, I drank another cup of coffee, or what I liked to call liquid gold. I could never quit this stuff, it was just as addicting as crack, if not more. As I finished up my second cup, Gee appeared in the kitchen with yet another tight fitting outfit. That was all he wore pretty much. I loved how it really showed off his lean figure. He was all mine, though not everyone was going to know that, of course.
“Shall we?” he offered me a hand.
“We shall,” I smiled, taking his hand and threading our fingers. We left the house and walked across the street to the newly inhabited domain. I saw the ‘Ryder’ moving trucks in the driveway that had woken me up earlier and glared at them.
It seemed that our new neighbors were in the house, since there was no sign of life outside. My brother and I made our way to the front door and knocked, seeing as there was no doorbell. After a moment, an older man with steel gray eyes and slightly graying hair around the temple answered the door. The man of the house, I presumed. “Yes? How may I help you?”
Gerard spoke up before I had the chance, “Good morning. I’m Gerard Way, and this is my little brother Mikey. We live across the street and are here to welcome you to the neighborhood.”
Wow. He sounded so courteous and sincere. Why couldn’t he be like that all the time?
“Why, thank you. I am Boyd Urie,” he said, and lifted his right hand to shake ours. I kind of forgot I was still holding hands with Gee and we had to separate in order for Mr. Urie to shake his hand. Holding hands could be a brotherly thing. There were no red flags signaling our real relationship. “My wife and son are inside. Please, come in.”
We nodded and accepted the man’s hospitality. He guided us to what seemed to be the living room, where two people were sitting on a blood red sofa. Good taste. The woman, Mrs. Urie, looked to be in her late thirties with poker straight brown hair that fell passed her shoulders. Their son seemed to be around our age, older than me maybe. He had chestnut, almost black, hair that was short in the back, but with much longer bangs that ended at about his eyebrows. His eyes were a dark brown color, which were magnified slightly by his red framed glasses. I noted his lips were slightly fuller than an average boy’s, which most girls would envy. He probably had the best pout that could outdo Frankie and myself, I suspected. He was wearing a plain red t shirt and blue jeans. From what I could tell he was pretty thin, but not a skinny stick like me; he was more on the svelte side.
“Who do we have here?” Mrs. Urie asked sweetly when Gee and I entered the room.
“Honey, this is Gerard and Mikey Way from across the street,” the father answered, motioning toward my brother and me when he said our names. I was glad that he said ‘Mikey,’ and not ‘Michael.’ I hated when I was specifically introduced as ‘Mikey,’ and they said my full name instead. It was something that constantly bothered me, especially with new teachers that kept on forgetting my preference of name. “The first of the welcome wagon.”
“Oh, how very nice to meet you,” she smiled and shook our hands. She had a very soft handshake, which I expected from any woman. I was not being sexist or anything, just generalizing. Most guys would try to break your hand, while females tended to be much gentler. It was just an observation. No need for me to be killed, people. “My name is Grace and this is our son, Brendon. He is a junior this year.”
“Hello,” he greeted with a toothy smile, displaying his insanely white teeth, and shook our hands. That was the end of the handshaking, I hoped, unless they wanted Gee and I to shake hands. What, no laugh? I thought it was a little funny. Whatever.
“Well, I cannot have my guests standing around. Please sit and become more acquainted,” Mrs. Urie insisted, getting up from the couch. Brendon was sitting on the farthest cushion away from us, which meant for Gerard and me to sit on the unoccupied two cushions. My brother sat next to the new kid with me on his left. “Would you like anything to drink?” We both declined her offer by shaking our heads politely. “Then Mr. Urie and I have much unpacking to do. Have fun, boys.”
With that, the married couple left the living room to some other part of the house.
“Junior, huh?” Gerard questioned right off the bat. My brother was always the more vocal one. Well, at first, anyway. “So that makes you sixteen or seventeen?”
“Yes and no,” the new kid said. “I am a junior, but only because I started kindergarten at age four. I turn sixteen next April.”
“Whoa, cool, man. I’m a senior and Mikey over here is a frosh. I doubt we’ll have any classes together, except maybe lunch, gym, or some mixed grade classes.”
“But don’t worry. We’ll show you around school and stuff,” I added. I did not want to freak this guy out. Coming to a new school was intimidating, especially high school. People were always quick to judge and label others based off appearance and behavior. And the drama? Don’t get me started. It was a complete bunch of nonsense.
“Thanks,” he smiled again, no teeth this time.
“So… Where are you from?” Gee asked.
“Summerlin, Nevada. I know, a long way from Jersey, but my dad got a really big job offer, so here we are,” he explained.
“Mhm. And it’s only you and your parents? No older brothers or sisters that have moved out or anything?”
“Nope, I’m an only child. The fact that I was born was a miracle in and of itself. The doctors had told my mother that there was an extremely slim to no chance for her to have children, but they kept trying and eventually had me. So it’s just me, no siblings.”
“Wow. I’m glad you were born,” I laughed. “Anything else about yourself you want to share?” I honestly did not know what to ask. I also didn’t want to bore the kid to death with mundane questions he would have to answer repeatedly at school. Brendon seemed like a pretty open person, but I did not want to make him uncomfortable with any sensitive or personal topics.
“Hmm,” he pondered for a moment, a little nervous. “Well, I’m Mormon, and uh… just putting this out there, I’m a… homosexual.”
Gerard and I did not even bat an eyelash at the new kid’s words. Brendon seemed to be expecting a more surprised or shocked response by the look on his face. “You’re gay? Cool.”
Our neighbor’s eyes widened, “Are you serious? I was afraid you would hate me or something; that’s why I wanted to tell you now, in case it would come between us later. I didn’t want to hide it.”
“Why would we hate you?” I spoke up. “You seem like a nice guy. Besides, I’m gay, too. Gerard and I both have boyfriends, but I’m pretty sure Gee’s not gay, just totally in love with this one dude. So I guess he’s bi.”
“Wow.” I mentally giggled. I did not think he would be amazed to meet people so understanding. “This is so weird. I put myself out of a limb when I said I was gay, and both of you have boyfriends. Lucky! I’ve been single my whole life.”
“Eh, don’t sweat it. I just hooked up with my boyfriend the other day, though I’ve known him for most of my life. I had been dating this girl who I didn’t know was cheating on me until afterward. She dumped me because I wouldn’t put out,” Gee admitted casually, as if he wasn’t drowning in a sea of angst jus the other day.
“Yeah, our parents aren’t exactly aware of our sexual orientations, so that’s going to be a fun conversation when they get back from their business trip two Fridays from now,” I snickered, making the other two join in as well.
“So, homosexuality isn’t frowned upon in this area?” he questioned.
“Well…” I trailed off. “My best friend Frankie is openly bisexual and sometimes gets picked on in school. It’s only by some of the jocks, though, everyone else doesn’t really seem to care. Cliché, right? But you have nothing to worry about. If anyone even so much as says the word “fag”, they are sent to the principal’s office. Plus, there are cameras throughout the school, so nothing physical can happen without it being caught on tape.”
“Okay, you sort of scared me for a second,” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, do your boyfriends go to our school?” the new kid asked.
“No,” I answered quickly. If I had said yes, he surely would have wanted to meet our boyfriends, which wasn’t the best idea. ‘Oh, yeah, Bren, you’ve already met my boyfriend, he’s sitting right next to me. That fact that he’s my brother doesn’t freak you out, right?’ That would not have gone over well. Note my sarcasm. “They both go to different schools.”
“It’s sometimes hard to spend time with them, but we manage,” Gerard added smoothly.
“Aw. That’s nice.”
“And don’t feel down because you’re single. I’m sure there are plenty of bisexual or gay guys in our school who are afraid to publicly come out… or half come out, whichever applies,” I assured.
“Yeah, who wouldn’t want to kiss those pouty lips of yours?” Gee smirked, causing our new friend to blush. “Sorry to make you uncomfortable, but making people feel strange in their own skin is my specialty.”
“Knock it off, Gee,” I glared.
“No, it’s okay. I get easily flustered; just about anyone can turn my face red. I am that kind of person, I guess.”
“A blushing bottom? So you’re a submissive, huh?” questioned my brother. This comment made Brendon turn an even deeper shade of red.
“Gerard! Talking about sex positions with his parents in the other room is not a smart thing to do. We just met them today,” I hissed, punching him in the arm.
“Alright, alright. I couldn’t resist. Sorry, I’m done now.”
“Okay,” Brendon said shyly.
“So, when you say you’ve been single your whole life, you mean you’ve never kissed anyone before?” my brother quizzed.
“Gerard! That’s kind of a personal thing. We just met the kid,” I lectured. He did not know when to stop sometimes.
“No, it’s fine. I’d rather get these questions out of the way so you guys can get to know me better,” Brendon insisted. “Actually, a girl kissed me at a dance in, um, eighth grade, but I didn’t feel anything. I always felt out of place when my friends would talk about girls; it seemed so unnatural and foreign to me. That kiss sort of confirmed my sexuality at that point, which was a good thing. Does that make sense?”
“Completely,” I responded with a nod.
“Hm. I don’t think that qualifies as a real kiss. Have you ever kissed a guy before?” Gee asked. Man, my brother really knew how to pry into other people’s affairs.
“Nope. Pathetic, isn’t it? Fifteen and never been kissed, mostly because the school population was straight. I was the only gay person I knew.”
“Pathetic? Not at all. I had my first kiss, like, yesterday, and you and I are the same age,” I interjected. It was true, though. I had my first real kiss with Gerard on Saturday. I internally sighed at the thought. “I’m sure you will find a guy soon enough.”
“What’s your type?” my brother asked.
“Uh,” he fidgeted with his hands. “I don’t know…”
“Would you want a top or bottom?”
“Gerard,” I warned.
“What? I’m not being perverted; it will help pinpoint exactly what guy would be perfect for him. If he is more familiar with what he wants, it’ll be easier to seek out a guy,” he defended with his hands up before turning his attention back to Brendon. “So, which one? Would you rather be held or be the one doing the holding?”
“Umm… It doesn’t matter to me. I wouldn’t know which I would prefer.”
“Oh. Well, there are many people who go both ways. It can make it more interesting instead of fixed roles,” my brother commented. “What kind of guy do you like?”
“What do you mean?” the newbie wondered, his head cocking to the right.
“What clique? Jock, goth, scene, punk, you know.”
“I’m not picky. Beggars can’t be choosers,” Brendon replied. “My old private school didn’t really have cliques. We had uniforms and all, so there wasn’t much individuality or specific groups to divide us. I’m glad I get the real high school experience in public school now. Anyway, getting back to your question, I would have to say whoever I’m attracted to, I guess. I don’t have a preference.”
“How about- Whoa, wait a second, I just thought of something.” My brother looked as if he had just had an epiphany, which rarely ever happened. Aw, that was mean of me.
“Yes?” the new kid asked.
“Not to be rude, but isn’t homosexuality against Mormon beliefs? I don’t know much about the religion, but I’m pretty sure I have heard something along those lines.”
“Oh, you are not being rude at all,” he reassured. “I was raised into believing homosexuality is wrong because that way of thinking was taught in my church. I didn’t really think much of it until I started feeling attraction to boys instead of girls around… twelve, I think it was. I told my parents about a year later when these feelings had not gone away and we went straight to the Bishop for counseling. It did not stop or lessen my desires at all, so the Bishop suggested harsher practices to ‘fix me’, but my parents did not want to take it that far. They believed I was born this way, not by influence as all the others thought in the church. My mom and dad decided there was nothing wrong with how I was and accepted me for who I am; a gay person. I think part of their decision was probably because I am their only child. There was no way they were going to lose me.”
“Wow,” I commented after he finished speaking.
Gerard nodded, his question having been answered. “Your parents are awesome.”
“Thanks,” he laughed lightly. “Although we do not believe in the whole ‘homosexuals are going to Hell’ idea, my family basically goes by all of the other teachings of our church. So despite the fact that I’m gay, I’m a pretty strait-laced Mormon.”
“What are some of the teachings you go by?” I queried. My family was not religious in the least, so it was interesting to hear what other people had to say about religion. It was funny because I had not so much cracked open a Bible while he probably had a lot of it memorized.
“Loaded question. There are a lot of things, which range in severity from church to church. What do you want to know specifically?”
“Um-” I began before my brother cut me off.
“What are your thoughts on sex and masturbation? Those topics are always heavy hitters,” Gerard smirked, resting his chin in his palm and elbow on his knee, legs crossed. He raised an eyebrow and looked at the new kid expectantly. Gee appeared to be even more interested in the conversation now.
Brendon’s cheeks appeared to heat up from Gee’s blunt form of questioning. He cleared his throat before answering, “Uh, pre-marital sex is a big no-no; only after marriage is okay, but for procreation purposes. Mormons are built around the family unit. And masturbating? Uh, none of that… ever.”
“Whoa, are you serious?” my brother asked disbelievingly.
“Very. It is a sin to spill one’s seed for pleasure. Even oral sex between married persons is interpreted as an unnatural, impure, or unholy practice. Life is not designed just for sex, apparently.”
“So you’ve never jacked off before?” Gerard questioned, more like stated.
Brendon’s face grew a darker red, “No. I have been told of ways to overcome doing... that. Such as praying fervently, and even yelling stop when the urges become strong. And also exercising vigorously to reduce emotion tension and stress, which could lead to those sorts of temptations, is another. I haven’t had to do anything that drastic yet, and I hope it stays that way.”
“Jeez,” I remarked. “When you said strait-laced, you weren’t kidding.”
“Not in the least,” he chuckled. “Could we move on to another subject? I should not even be talking about it.”
“Why is that?”
“They think speaking of this will make me want to do it,” the new kid explained.
“Oh, I see. It must be torture. Um, let’s move on to a new topic before your parents overhear and start to hate me for tainting their only child. What music are you into?” Gee wondered.
Brendon answered, “I just love music. I used to listen to Christian music until my friends got me into more modern rock stuff. I actually play piano, keyboard, organ, bass, guitar, and even accordion myself.”
“Holy crap, that’s a lot. Gerard and I are completely instrumentally-impaired, but big fans of music,” I explained.
“At least we have that in common,” Brendon commented before he took off his red glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose where they had left impressions on his skin. “I hate these things. I ran out of my contact prescription and have to wait until Wednesday to get new ones in the mail.”
“You wear contacts?” I asked curiously. “The thought of anything touching my eyes freaks me out!”
“It’s not too bad once you get used to putting them in and taking them out. I’d rather touch my eyes than look through these grotesque things!”
“I don’t think that bad looking. Have you seen mine?” I laughed, which made Brendon join in.
“I think they look fine on you,” he commented.
“Thanks,” I responded with a smile. Our new neighbor was a very unique individual, for which I was glad. I would have loathed this meeting if they were dull and boring. That was how most people in our neighborhood were. That or extremely nosy and trying to get into everyone’s business as if it were their job or something.
Brendon yawned loudly and used his hand to try to muffle the noise, which only half helped. “Sorry about that. I’m still a little exhausted from the plane ride; I didn’t get much sleep. It was just my luck to have a crying infant an aisle away from me.”
“No, that’s okay. You should rest; you look like you could use some. Gee and I should be going anyway. We’ll see you around,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah, it was great talking to you. See you later, man,” Gee nodded.
“Okay, bye you guys,” he escorted us to the door and waved. We waved back, of course, and entered our empty house.
“That was fun. Brendon’s a nice guy. Very talkative,” I said and flopped down on the couch in the living room, kicking my shoes off.
“Yep, and such a virgin, too,” my brother added as he sat next to me, removing his own footwear as well.
“Well, he is one. Duh. We are too, you know, unless you forgot,” I said and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest with the sound of his steady heartbeat at my ear. What a soothing sound. I closed my eyes in contentment. My brother was so comfortable!
“I’m aware of that, but he’s to the extreme. He hasn’t done anything and it shows. His face turns red from the mention of sex, for god’s sake. He’s just so innocent,” Gerard elaborated, placing his own arms around me and kissing the top of my head. I sighed and opened my eyes, which caught something very intriguing.
“Did Frank forget to take his camera home?” I questioned. Right there on the floor in all of its glory was the contents of yesterday’s escapades, including the make out session and Gerard’s fun time solo, which I had not seen as of yet. I had heard my brother’s muffled moaning through the bathroom door yesterday, but seeing was completely different than just hearing.
“I believe it is. Frankie can be so absent-minded sometimes,” retorted my brother. “But, hey, we can’t allow the good fortunes of his forgetfulness go to waste. Wanna watch it, Mikes?”
I looked off in thought for a moment. I truly did want to see the tape, but at the same time, I did not want my big bro to know how eager I was for some reason. God, I was getting horny just thinking about it! Watching the footage would most definitely lead to a make out session; I knew that for a fact. My face had not given away my true feelings as I answered casually, “Sure, Gee. If you want.”
“Cool. My room?”
I nodded and headed downstairs, Gerard right on my heels with the video camera. I hopped on his bed, which was still clad in those black sheets I loved. I nuzzled my face into silky material from my position on my stomach and enjoyed the feeling of it against my skin. It smelled faintly like my brother (since the fresh sheets were barely slept on), and probably myself, but I could not detect my own scent. (I did not think it was possible for a person to know their own scent anyway. It was just one of those things.) It gave me a nice and comforting feeling, as if I was secure and safe from everything. I took one last long inhale before lifting my head up to see Gee clicking the rewind button.
“Hurry up and get your sexy ass over here!” I ordered and sat up pre-k style with my legs crossed.
“You should know by now that my ass isn’t the only sexy thing about me, Michael,” he chided with a grin. He then walked over, VCR remote control in hand, and turned off the lights.
“Don’t call me that,” I pouted cutely. Well, I at least did my best to do it cutely, and if I judged it by Gerard’s reaction, I was successful.
“I’m only kidding, Mikey,” he chuckled as he ruffled my hair and sat next to me and clasped my hand in his. After a moment or two, the tape stopped rewinding, indicating it was at the beginning. My brother smirked before saying, “Let the magic begin.”
He clicked the play button on the remote and ‘our movie’ began. It was a little strange seeing us together like that. Not in a bad way, but I was so familiar with me seeing only Gerard. Viewing our relationship as if I were an outsider looking in was different, that’s all.
As I watched, I remembered the timid attitude I had at the beginning. I, by nature, was camera shy. I always felt weird and awkward with a lens in my face, while my brother was the total opposite. On top of that, someone actually watching me kiss a person on the lips created uneasiness in my body as well. Frankie was my best friend and all, but I was new at the whole ‘display-of-affection-in-front-of-others’ thing. Cut me some slack. I had never done that sort of thing before.
I laughed lightly when movie Gerard pulled me into his lap, causing cameraman Frankie to make a distressed comment and move to another area for a better angle. I could not take my eyes away from the television screen; it was almost as if I were under a spell. I was truly loved; it was real, not some fantasy I could escape to when I was lonely or depressed. This footage was proof of the love Gerard and I had for one another, which was what I was definitely going to cherish most. If ever Gee was away from me and I either missed him or doubted the authenticity of our relationship, these captured moments could put my heart as ease.
I was so lost in thought that I had not realized my brother’s close proximity until he kissed my sensitive neck. I jumped in surprise (letting free an embarrassing noise from my mouth, which I would deny making later) and whipped my head in my brother’s direction, a dirty grin on his face and an eyebrow arched. Oh, he wanted to play that game, did he? That game, as I called it in my head, would be Gerard trying to get me all flustered under his touch so he would be the one on top (in every sense of the word). I was not going to just roll over and be the submissive and powerless one, I was going to put up a fight.
I smiled innocently before tackling my brother to the bed. He was flat on his back while I towered over him, supporting my weight with my hands and knees as not to crush him. He was taken aback by my spontaneous form of aggression and before he could say a single word, I started attacking his neck; much like movie Gerard was doing to me in the video. Gee let out a half sigh and half moaning sound as I kissed and licked the nape of his neck. Aha! His neck was his weakness, too. Maybe we shared the same quality because we were siblings? I put that thought to the back of my head for later and focused on the matter at hand.
Gerard completely gave in to being the submissive at the moment and ran his fingers through my hair, urging me to continue, and I complied, of course. My hands that were once stationed on either side of his head began moving up and down my brother’s sides, over material of his tee shirt. He seemed to enjoy the combination of my gentle touches and the fierce work my mouth was doing. The sounds that left his lips… Oh, my god! My cock was already throbbing between my legs because of the hot noises he was making. Knowing I was the cause of those noises added to the thrill. I loved being in control, it was like a power trip or something.
“Ahhhh,” he gasped. “I like this dominant Mikey.” Another gasp. “At least I now know-” Moan. “for sure how to bring him out.”
I stopped what I was doing and looked into his sly hazel eyes. “You jerk,” I giggled. He tricked me into taking the offensive, and here I thought he was going to be caught off guard. But, hey, who’s complaining? We both were getting what we wanted, though I sort of wanted to catch him by surprise. Oh well. I moved from my position over my brother to instead lie next to him on my side. “Um… Gee?”
“Yeah, baby?” he asked, turning over on his right side to look at me. Baby? Hmm… I liked that, had a nice ring to it. It was something only Gerard could call me, besides my childhood name Mike-Mike, but that was only a brotherly thing, not a boyfriend thing.
“I was wondering, since you just got out of your relationship with... her… that lasted a year, you must have gone much farther than only kissing and are used to that, right? Did you want to move faster to reach that level or…?”
Gee smiled and chuckled a bit, shaking his head, which caused his hair to become more unkempt from rubbing against the pillow. His left hand cupped my cheek as his amused and yet serious eyes connected with mind, his lips still curved upward into his crooked smile. “No, I don’t want that and do not compare yourself to her. Actually, forget she ever existed, okay? It’s only you and me. I want to take it slow, not rush into things that we’re not ready for. I love you, Mikey. I care for you too much to let my hormones control me and take our firsts for granted. We have already had our first kiss, and I want all our other firsts after that to be special as well. Don’t worry about moving forward so quickly, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Aw, Gee-Gee. I love you too,” I said and held him close in a warm embrace. I kissed his silky raven hair and tightened my grip a bit before pulling back. “Okay, so what level are we on right now?”
“I was thinking kissing, obviously, and just about everything above the belt. The neck especially, but no biting there. Can’t have mom and dad seeing any hickeys or they’ll start asking questions. God, that’s going to be hard for me.”
I gave him a lopsided grin, “Biting fetish much? Freak.”
“You know it!” he laughed. “Umm… On second thought, I might die if I am unable to bite you. Okay, new rule! Biting is allowed, but not on any visible skin. That is, unless we buy some concealer that hides any and all marks on the neck.”
“Jeez, I didn’t think you were that much of a vampire, Gee.”
“You don’t know a lot about my fetishes, little brother,” he giggled lightly. “I just don’t want to freak you out just yet. Besides, you probably have some kinks you don’t even know about.”
“We get to discover our kinks together? What a fun brotherly bonding activity. Let’s call up mom and dad and tell them about it,” I joked.
“Yeah, sure. Oh, wait. This is the part where you were in the bathroom,” Gee said sitting up on the bed, motioning to the television. “Can’t have you missing this again.”
Heh. I watched with relish as my brother on the screen rubbed himself through his jeans, and laughed when the camera suddenly zoomed in on the action happening right below the belt. I could hear myself on the tape, moaning with abandon, that voice surprising me. A few seconds later, TV Gerard gasped and his eyes flew shut, hips convulsing slightly into his hand as a wet spot appeared through the pants. I witnessed my brother climax while his friends watched and recorded it. It was hot and strangely curious at the same time. The tape ended shortly after that scene, causing the screen to turn blue yet again.
I turned my head to Gerard and asked, “How on Earth could you do that in front of Bob and Ray? Weren’t you embarrassed?”
“Not really. I like to be the center of attention sometimes, as you know. And the opportunity to gross Ray out while doing something beneficial to myself, well, that’s too good to pass up.”
“Huh, so are you going to be a camera whore now?” I questioned
“Only for you, baby,” he answered a few octaves lower than usual.
“You better!” I laughed, acting as if his voice wasn’t getting to me. “Now you better get on that homework or I’m going to call mom about you slacking off.”
He gasped, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” I challenged.
He looked to be weighing his options until finally giving in. “Fine, but only if I get a kiss as a reward.”
“Of course,” I smiled.
To be continued.
I woke up to the sound of vehicles; loud, sputtering vehicles to be more precise. Why didn’t I close my windows last night? Oh, wait. I was making out with my brother. Silly me. Of course I would be distracted. Who wouldn’t be, right?
I felt so cozy and warm situated in my brother’s arms. Miraculously I did not have a hard-on this time, but my backside still hurt like a mother. I wondered how long it would take me to heal completely and not need painkillers every five hours or so. I shrugged to myself and slowly inched my body upward (as painful as it was) until I was face to face with my sleeping brother, who was flat on his back. He looked so innocent when he slept, or at least I thought so. His face seemed to be angelic in a way, no mischievous grin present for once.
I leaned over from my position half on top of Gerard and kissed him on the lips. It was soft and gentle at first, but then I added more pressure so he would wake up. I knew he was conscious when he began to move his lips against mine; I could never get tired of this. We finally broke apart after a few minutes smiling. My fingers had become tangled in his already messy hair at some point and I scratched his scalp with my barely-there fingernails. He appeared to like this treatment and made a content sound before opening his eyes about halfway, looking up at me. This whole situation was still surreal in my mind.
“Good morning, Mike-Mike,” he greeted quietly and pecked my lips. My head scratching made his bed-head even worse, yet it was irresistibly cute at the same time. His arms were on my lower back, creating random designs on my skin with the pads of his fingers; the index and middle fingertips of his right hand were callused from years of drawing. It felt as nice as I thought it would.
“Morning, Gee,” I said back and gave him a quick kiss as well.
“What are you doing up?” he asked me, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the heels of his hands, effectively smearing his eyeliner he forgot to wash off last night.
“Some commotion outside. Trucks, I’m guessing. They were loud enough to wake the dead.”
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“That’s because you’re beyond dead, Gee,” I giggled and patted his head. Seriously, you could not wake him up… except maybe with a morning kiss or shaking him awake.
He crinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out at me good-naturedly. “Hey, do you think someone finally bought that house across the street? Maybe those were moving trucks you heard.”
“Wow. You are actually using your brain this early in the morning without coffee. It’s a miracle!”
“Shut it, Mikes,” he snapped, feigning annoyance. He placed a kiss on my forehead. “Want me to get your pills?”
“That would be great, thanks,” I replied. I moved from my leaning position over him and lied on my stomach instead. Thankfully moving was not as painful as it was yesterday, but it still hurt nonetheless. He shifted off the bed and left the room, returning a few minutes later with what I needed. I easily swallowed the painkillers and drank about half of the glass of water. I handed Gerard the glass, which he put on my nightstand adjacent to my clock radio that read 9:47 in yellow-green letters. He slid back in bed and got comfortable with me under the covers. Mmm this was… I couldn’t begin to describe how relaxing it was. Our arms were wrapped around each other and his face was buried in the nape of my neck, while I was on my back.
“I looked out the window in the living room before coming back upstairs. I was right. We have new neighbors.”
“That’s nice,” I yawned, not totally awake yet. He nuzzled the warm skin of my neck, fully enjoying the intimacy of it all. I smiled from the gesture. “Do you think we should meet them? It’ll give us something to do besides make out all day.”
“Aw, but I wanted to make out all day. God, Mikey. Sometimes I wonder if you can read my mind,” he sighed. “I guess we should greet the newbies, then, huh?”
“Mhm. Maybe after a cup of coffee and a shower,” I suggested. “Besides, you still have to finish your homework from Friday.”
“Alright, alright, fine. But let’s lie like this for a couple more minutes. I don’t feel like getting up right away. I’m way too comfortable right now.” We did just that. I almost did not want to move myself, but we just had to meet the new neighbors. I liked meeting new people; it was always interesting and broke me from routine.
“I call shower!” Gerard yelled as he jumped out of my bed.
At least he showered regularly now. Before, Gee would probably bathe maybe once a week. He didn’t see the point of it and would take shelter in his room to draw instead. Yeah, kind of gross. That was back when he was really anti-social and semi-depressed. It seemed like so long ago at this point, like an entire transformation or something.
Getting back on topic, Gerard was hopping in the shower ahead me and I could care less. Although he had his own personal bathroom downstairs in the basement, it was not equipped with a shower. That meant one shower for a family of four, which sometimes did not bode well when those constant occurrences of everyone needing to bathe at the same time arose. At least my brother and I were the only ones home; there was more hot water for us.
Oh well. I needed my coffee to function anyway, every member of the Way family did; it had to be genetics or something. I made my way over to the kitchen after putting my glasses on and filled the coffee machine with the proper amount of grinds and water, then clicked the ‘on’ button. I sat in a wooden chair at the table quietly and daydreamed as usual in a sleepy daze; the only sound that hit my ears was the coffee percolating and the hum of the refrigerator. When it was done, I poured myself a mug and one for my brother; I knew he wouldn’t take too long in the shower, despite his long hair. Gee, for the most part, was not one to linger in the bathroom, he was always an in-and-out person. That was, unless he wanted to piss me off by using all the hot water when I desperately needed to get clean to go out somewhere. Lucky for me, he only did that a few times in the past and solely to get back at me for something.
I added sugar and milk and stirred, knowing full-well how Gee liked his coffee after preparing it so many times before. How awesome of a brother was I? I tossed the spoon into the full sink and stared. Wow, that was a lot of dirty dishes. I had better get on that. Knowing my brother, I was sure he would only wash the dishes if there was nothing else clean to eat off of. Lazy bastard. My problems would be solved if a dishwasher was installed, but no, my life just had to be a little more complicated. Excuse my grumpiness; I could not always be chipper and upbeat first thing in the morning. Most days were better than others, and today would be one of the latter. At least the pain in my backside was receding. I placed my mug on the counter top after downing it, lathered some dishwasher soap on a sponge, and started cleaning. After I was about half way done, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped themselves around my waist, causing me to nearly jump of out of skin. It was a good thing I was not holding anything breakable at the time.
Gerard’s laughter, that feminine laughter, filled my ears. “I didn’t mean to startle you there, Mikey. I thought you heard me walk in.”
“I guess I didn’t.” His laughter was contagious and I giggled and picked up the soapy sponge I had dropped in the sink. I was feeling better already. Being close to Gerard always put me in a good mood, and the fact that the coffee had kicked in was another reason.
“Sorry. Whatcha doing?” he asked, still attached to me.
“The dishes,” I replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was.
“Do you know what I’m doing?”
“Hugging me,” I answered as I rinsed off a plate.
“Nope.”
“Okay, then what are you doing, Gee?” I did not know what kind of game he was playing now.
“I’m doing you,” he whispered heatedly in my ear before running his tongue along it. My god that felt so unbelievably good. I dropped the sponge for the second time that morning and gripped the sink with both of my wet hands. His own hands left from their place around my waist and began exploring my stomach and chest with feather-like touches, pushing himself flush against my back gently. I sighed, fully enjoying the texture of his fingertips on my skin for a second time that morning. I moaned out loud when he nibbled my ear with his teeth and started sucking on the lobe. I had no idea my ears were so sensitive. It was evident that Gee knew this and was taking advantage of it. I whimpered as I felt myself stiffen, because, hey, I was an inexperienced teenager for god’s sake. It didn’t take me much to get going.
“What do we have here?” he breathed as his slender and artistic fingers came across my hardened nipples. Gerard simultaneously ran his index fingers in circles around the areas before tweaking them. I gasped sharply then groaned at the double stimulation. I had never done that to myself nor had anyone done it to me. I had experimented with my prostate, as I told my friends and brother the day before, but I had no idea about this!
“Oh, Gee,” I panted, putting my head back to rest on his left shoulder.
“Does that feel good, Mike-Mike?” he asked and pinched my nipples a little harder.
“Y-yes,” I moaned, arching into his touch.
“Good,” he grinned and kissed my neck before removing himself from behind me. He grabbed the hot, probably tepid now if anything, cup of coffee I made for him earlier. “Thanks for the coffee.”
Gerard then took a seat at the table. I turned around all the way, leaning against the sink. My mouth was agape and I just stared at him in disbelief.
“What?” he asked innocently when he noticed the look on my face. I noted his hair was damp from his shower he had just taken. He was also wearing a different pair of boxers, which were mine. He was probably too lazy to actually go downstairs and fish a pair out of his own bureau. I was definitely going to steal his later. As revenge, of course.
“Are you kidding me?!” I hollered, more squeakily than I would have liked as I threw my hands into the air. I was sporting a massive erection and he didn’t know what was up? LIAR!! “I am so going to get you for that.”
“Oh, yeah? How do you figure?”
I rinsed the soap off my hands and did not say anything in response. Wasn’t the old saying ‘actions speak louder than words’? Well, I took that advice. I stalked over to my older brother, who had a smug grin playing on his lips. Oh, how I was going to wipe the grin right off his face. I pulled his chair out from under the table and sat in his lap. Before he could even make a comment, I was on him like white on rice. Yeah, perfect analogy. And I just came up with that out of nowhere.
Getting back to the situation, I kissed his mouth aggressively, forcing my tongue into his mouth and gripping his hair tightly between my fingers. Psh like he cared. I felt him becoming hard underneath me, so it was not as if he wasn’t enjoying himself. I bit his lower lip hard, receiving a pleased moan in return. I always knew he had a bit of a masochistic kink. Don’t ask how I always knew, but his reactions to the hair pulling and biting were proof enough. A rush of adrenaline went through my body; I loved being in the seat of power. I could tell my brother was really getting into it, which was my cue to stop, however reluctant it may have been on my part. I peeled myself away from him and ventured toward the bathroom for a shower.
“Sucks, doesn’t it?” I called over my shoulder. I could see the shock and sexual frustration adorning his features without even turning around. Once again, revenge was sweet.
“Actually, I think an angry Mikey would make for some hot, angry sex!” he shouted back. My plan definitely backfired in that moment. Oh well. I at least got him hard. It counted for something in my book.
I took a quick shower (with an even quicker hand job), brushed my teeth, and got dressed. I ran a comb through my hair and went back to the kitchen. I could have sworn it was the sign of the apocalypse. Gerard, my older brother, was washing the dishes! I was taken aback by the sight before me.
“Gee-Gee, is that really you?” I queried.
“Of course it’s me,” he replied, balancing the last dish on the draining board and dried his hands with the towel draped over the oven handle.
“Were you just doing dishes?”
“Yep. You already did, like, half of them, so I decided to finish them off for you.”
“That’s amazing, thank you!” I cheered and hugged my brother. He returned it right away and ran his fingers through my slightly wet hair.
“Did you have a fun jacking off in the shower?” he asked.
“Yes. Did you have a fun time in your bathroom?” I shot back.
“Quite. Thanks for asking,” he laughed, which I soon joined. “I’m gonna get dressed so we can head over to meet our new neighbors.”
“’Kay. I’ll be waiting.”
“I’m sure you will be,” he smiled and went to do as he instructed. In the meantime, I drank another cup of coffee, or what I liked to call liquid gold. I could never quit this stuff, it was just as addicting as crack, if not more. As I finished up my second cup, Gee appeared in the kitchen with yet another tight fitting outfit. That was all he wore pretty much. I loved how it really showed off his lean figure. He was all mine, though not everyone was going to know that, of course.
“Shall we?” he offered me a hand.
“We shall,” I smiled, taking his hand and threading our fingers. We left the house and walked across the street to the newly inhabited domain. I saw the ‘Ryder’ moving trucks in the driveway that had woken me up earlier and glared at them.
It seemed that our new neighbors were in the house, since there was no sign of life outside. My brother and I made our way to the front door and knocked, seeing as there was no doorbell. After a moment, an older man with steel gray eyes and slightly graying hair around the temple answered the door. The man of the house, I presumed. “Yes? How may I help you?”
Gerard spoke up before I had the chance, “Good morning. I’m Gerard Way, and this is my little brother Mikey. We live across the street and are here to welcome you to the neighborhood.”
Wow. He sounded so courteous and sincere. Why couldn’t he be like that all the time?
“Why, thank you. I am Boyd Urie,” he said, and lifted his right hand to shake ours. I kind of forgot I was still holding hands with Gee and we had to separate in order for Mr. Urie to shake his hand. Holding hands could be a brotherly thing. There were no red flags signaling our real relationship. “My wife and son are inside. Please, come in.”
We nodded and accepted the man’s hospitality. He guided us to what seemed to be the living room, where two people were sitting on a blood red sofa. Good taste. The woman, Mrs. Urie, looked to be in her late thirties with poker straight brown hair that fell passed her shoulders. Their son seemed to be around our age, older than me maybe. He had chestnut, almost black, hair that was short in the back, but with much longer bangs that ended at about his eyebrows. His eyes were a dark brown color, which were magnified slightly by his red framed glasses. I noted his lips were slightly fuller than an average boy’s, which most girls would envy. He probably had the best pout that could outdo Frankie and myself, I suspected. He was wearing a plain red t shirt and blue jeans. From what I could tell he was pretty thin, but not a skinny stick like me; he was more on the svelte side.
“Who do we have here?” Mrs. Urie asked sweetly when Gee and I entered the room.
“Honey, this is Gerard and Mikey Way from across the street,” the father answered, motioning toward my brother and me when he said our names. I was glad that he said ‘Mikey,’ and not ‘Michael.’ I hated when I was specifically introduced as ‘Mikey,’ and they said my full name instead. It was something that constantly bothered me, especially with new teachers that kept on forgetting my preference of name. “The first of the welcome wagon.”
“Oh, how very nice to meet you,” she smiled and shook our hands. She had a very soft handshake, which I expected from any woman. I was not being sexist or anything, just generalizing. Most guys would try to break your hand, while females tended to be much gentler. It was just an observation. No need for me to be killed, people. “My name is Grace and this is our son, Brendon. He is a junior this year.”
“Hello,” he greeted with a toothy smile, displaying his insanely white teeth, and shook our hands. That was the end of the handshaking, I hoped, unless they wanted Gee and I to shake hands. What, no laugh? I thought it was a little funny. Whatever.
“Well, I cannot have my guests standing around. Please sit and become more acquainted,” Mrs. Urie insisted, getting up from the couch. Brendon was sitting on the farthest cushion away from us, which meant for Gerard and me to sit on the unoccupied two cushions. My brother sat next to the new kid with me on his left. “Would you like anything to drink?” We both declined her offer by shaking our heads politely. “Then Mr. Urie and I have much unpacking to do. Have fun, boys.”
With that, the married couple left the living room to some other part of the house.
“Junior, huh?” Gerard questioned right off the bat. My brother was always the more vocal one. Well, at first, anyway. “So that makes you sixteen or seventeen?”
“Yes and no,” the new kid said. “I am a junior, but only because I started kindergarten at age four. I turn sixteen next April.”
“Whoa, cool, man. I’m a senior and Mikey over here is a frosh. I doubt we’ll have any classes together, except maybe lunch, gym, or some mixed grade classes.”
“But don’t worry. We’ll show you around school and stuff,” I added. I did not want to freak this guy out. Coming to a new school was intimidating, especially high school. People were always quick to judge and label others based off appearance and behavior. And the drama? Don’t get me started. It was a complete bunch of nonsense.
“Thanks,” he smiled again, no teeth this time.
“So… Where are you from?” Gee asked.
“Summerlin, Nevada. I know, a long way from Jersey, but my dad got a really big job offer, so here we are,” he explained.
“Mhm. And it’s only you and your parents? No older brothers or sisters that have moved out or anything?”
“Nope, I’m an only child. The fact that I was born was a miracle in and of itself. The doctors had told my mother that there was an extremely slim to no chance for her to have children, but they kept trying and eventually had me. So it’s just me, no siblings.”
“Wow. I’m glad you were born,” I laughed. “Anything else about yourself you want to share?” I honestly did not know what to ask. I also didn’t want to bore the kid to death with mundane questions he would have to answer repeatedly at school. Brendon seemed like a pretty open person, but I did not want to make him uncomfortable with any sensitive or personal topics.
“Hmm,” he pondered for a moment, a little nervous. “Well, I’m Mormon, and uh… just putting this out there, I’m a… homosexual.”
Gerard and I did not even bat an eyelash at the new kid’s words. Brendon seemed to be expecting a more surprised or shocked response by the look on his face. “You’re gay? Cool.”
Our neighbor’s eyes widened, “Are you serious? I was afraid you would hate me or something; that’s why I wanted to tell you now, in case it would come between us later. I didn’t want to hide it.”
“Why would we hate you?” I spoke up. “You seem like a nice guy. Besides, I’m gay, too. Gerard and I both have boyfriends, but I’m pretty sure Gee’s not gay, just totally in love with this one dude. So I guess he’s bi.”
“Wow.” I mentally giggled. I did not think he would be amazed to meet people so understanding. “This is so weird. I put myself out of a limb when I said I was gay, and both of you have boyfriends. Lucky! I’ve been single my whole life.”
“Eh, don’t sweat it. I just hooked up with my boyfriend the other day, though I’ve known him for most of my life. I had been dating this girl who I didn’t know was cheating on me until afterward. She dumped me because I wouldn’t put out,” Gee admitted casually, as if he wasn’t drowning in a sea of angst jus the other day.
“Yeah, our parents aren’t exactly aware of our sexual orientations, so that’s going to be a fun conversation when they get back from their business trip two Fridays from now,” I snickered, making the other two join in as well.
“So, homosexuality isn’t frowned upon in this area?” he questioned.
“Well…” I trailed off. “My best friend Frankie is openly bisexual and sometimes gets picked on in school. It’s only by some of the jocks, though, everyone else doesn’t really seem to care. Cliché, right? But you have nothing to worry about. If anyone even so much as says the word “fag”, they are sent to the principal’s office. Plus, there are cameras throughout the school, so nothing physical can happen without it being caught on tape.”
“Okay, you sort of scared me for a second,” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, do your boyfriends go to our school?” the new kid asked.
“No,” I answered quickly. If I had said yes, he surely would have wanted to meet our boyfriends, which wasn’t the best idea. ‘Oh, yeah, Bren, you’ve already met my boyfriend, he’s sitting right next to me. That fact that he’s my brother doesn’t freak you out, right?’ That would not have gone over well. Note my sarcasm. “They both go to different schools.”
“It’s sometimes hard to spend time with them, but we manage,” Gerard added smoothly.
“Aw. That’s nice.”
“And don’t feel down because you’re single. I’m sure there are plenty of bisexual or gay guys in our school who are afraid to publicly come out… or half come out, whichever applies,” I assured.
“Yeah, who wouldn’t want to kiss those pouty lips of yours?” Gee smirked, causing our new friend to blush. “Sorry to make you uncomfortable, but making people feel strange in their own skin is my specialty.”
“Knock it off, Gee,” I glared.
“No, it’s okay. I get easily flustered; just about anyone can turn my face red. I am that kind of person, I guess.”
“A blushing bottom? So you’re a submissive, huh?” questioned my brother. This comment made Brendon turn an even deeper shade of red.
“Gerard! Talking about sex positions with his parents in the other room is not a smart thing to do. We just met them today,” I hissed, punching him in the arm.
“Alright, alright. I couldn’t resist. Sorry, I’m done now.”
“Okay,” Brendon said shyly.
“So, when you say you’ve been single your whole life, you mean you’ve never kissed anyone before?” my brother quizzed.
“Gerard! That’s kind of a personal thing. We just met the kid,” I lectured. He did not know when to stop sometimes.
“No, it’s fine. I’d rather get these questions out of the way so you guys can get to know me better,” Brendon insisted. “Actually, a girl kissed me at a dance in, um, eighth grade, but I didn’t feel anything. I always felt out of place when my friends would talk about girls; it seemed so unnatural and foreign to me. That kiss sort of confirmed my sexuality at that point, which was a good thing. Does that make sense?”
“Completely,” I responded with a nod.
“Hm. I don’t think that qualifies as a real kiss. Have you ever kissed a guy before?” Gee asked. Man, my brother really knew how to pry into other people’s affairs.
“Nope. Pathetic, isn’t it? Fifteen and never been kissed, mostly because the school population was straight. I was the only gay person I knew.”
“Pathetic? Not at all. I had my first kiss, like, yesterday, and you and I are the same age,” I interjected. It was true, though. I had my first real kiss with Gerard on Saturday. I internally sighed at the thought. “I’m sure you will find a guy soon enough.”
“What’s your type?” my brother asked.
“Uh,” he fidgeted with his hands. “I don’t know…”
“Would you want a top or bottom?”
“Gerard,” I warned.
“What? I’m not being perverted; it will help pinpoint exactly what guy would be perfect for him. If he is more familiar with what he wants, it’ll be easier to seek out a guy,” he defended with his hands up before turning his attention back to Brendon. “So, which one? Would you rather be held or be the one doing the holding?”
“Umm… It doesn’t matter to me. I wouldn’t know which I would prefer.”
“Oh. Well, there are many people who go both ways. It can make it more interesting instead of fixed roles,” my brother commented. “What kind of guy do you like?”
“What do you mean?” the newbie wondered, his head cocking to the right.
“What clique? Jock, goth, scene, punk, you know.”
“I’m not picky. Beggars can’t be choosers,” Brendon replied. “My old private school didn’t really have cliques. We had uniforms and all, so there wasn’t much individuality or specific groups to divide us. I’m glad I get the real high school experience in public school now. Anyway, getting back to your question, I would have to say whoever I’m attracted to, I guess. I don’t have a preference.”
“How about- Whoa, wait a second, I just thought of something.” My brother looked as if he had just had an epiphany, which rarely ever happened. Aw, that was mean of me.
“Yes?” the new kid asked.
“Not to be rude, but isn’t homosexuality against Mormon beliefs? I don’t know much about the religion, but I’m pretty sure I have heard something along those lines.”
“Oh, you are not being rude at all,” he reassured. “I was raised into believing homosexuality is wrong because that way of thinking was taught in my church. I didn’t really think much of it until I started feeling attraction to boys instead of girls around… twelve, I think it was. I told my parents about a year later when these feelings had not gone away and we went straight to the Bishop for counseling. It did not stop or lessen my desires at all, so the Bishop suggested harsher practices to ‘fix me’, but my parents did not want to take it that far. They believed I was born this way, not by influence as all the others thought in the church. My mom and dad decided there was nothing wrong with how I was and accepted me for who I am; a gay person. I think part of their decision was probably because I am their only child. There was no way they were going to lose me.”
“Wow,” I commented after he finished speaking.
Gerard nodded, his question having been answered. “Your parents are awesome.”
“Thanks,” he laughed lightly. “Although we do not believe in the whole ‘homosexuals are going to Hell’ idea, my family basically goes by all of the other teachings of our church. So despite the fact that I’m gay, I’m a pretty strait-laced Mormon.”
“What are some of the teachings you go by?” I queried. My family was not religious in the least, so it was interesting to hear what other people had to say about religion. It was funny because I had not so much cracked open a Bible while he probably had a lot of it memorized.
“Loaded question. There are a lot of things, which range in severity from church to church. What do you want to know specifically?”
“Um-” I began before my brother cut me off.
“What are your thoughts on sex and masturbation? Those topics are always heavy hitters,” Gerard smirked, resting his chin in his palm and elbow on his knee, legs crossed. He raised an eyebrow and looked at the new kid expectantly. Gee appeared to be even more interested in the conversation now.
Brendon’s cheeks appeared to heat up from Gee’s blunt form of questioning. He cleared his throat before answering, “Uh, pre-marital sex is a big no-no; only after marriage is okay, but for procreation purposes. Mormons are built around the family unit. And masturbating? Uh, none of that… ever.”
“Whoa, are you serious?” my brother asked disbelievingly.
“Very. It is a sin to spill one’s seed for pleasure. Even oral sex between married persons is interpreted as an unnatural, impure, or unholy practice. Life is not designed just for sex, apparently.”
“So you’ve never jacked off before?” Gerard questioned, more like stated.
Brendon’s face grew a darker red, “No. I have been told of ways to overcome doing... that. Such as praying fervently, and even yelling stop when the urges become strong. And also exercising vigorously to reduce emotion tension and stress, which could lead to those sorts of temptations, is another. I haven’t had to do anything that drastic yet, and I hope it stays that way.”
“Jeez,” I remarked. “When you said strait-laced, you weren’t kidding.”
“Not in the least,” he chuckled. “Could we move on to another subject? I should not even be talking about it.”
“Why is that?”
“They think speaking of this will make me want to do it,” the new kid explained.
“Oh, I see. It must be torture. Um, let’s move on to a new topic before your parents overhear and start to hate me for tainting their only child. What music are you into?” Gee wondered.
Brendon answered, “I just love music. I used to listen to Christian music until my friends got me into more modern rock stuff. I actually play piano, keyboard, organ, bass, guitar, and even accordion myself.”
“Holy crap, that’s a lot. Gerard and I are completely instrumentally-impaired, but big fans of music,” I explained.
“At least we have that in common,” Brendon commented before he took off his red glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose where they had left impressions on his skin. “I hate these things. I ran out of my contact prescription and have to wait until Wednesday to get new ones in the mail.”
“You wear contacts?” I asked curiously. “The thought of anything touching my eyes freaks me out!”
“It’s not too bad once you get used to putting them in and taking them out. I’d rather touch my eyes than look through these grotesque things!”
“I don’t think that bad looking. Have you seen mine?” I laughed, which made Brendon join in.
“I think they look fine on you,” he commented.
“Thanks,” I responded with a smile. Our new neighbor was a very unique individual, for which I was glad. I would have loathed this meeting if they were dull and boring. That was how most people in our neighborhood were. That or extremely nosy and trying to get into everyone’s business as if it were their job or something.
Brendon yawned loudly and used his hand to try to muffle the noise, which only half helped. “Sorry about that. I’m still a little exhausted from the plane ride; I didn’t get much sleep. It was just my luck to have a crying infant an aisle away from me.”
“No, that’s okay. You should rest; you look like you could use some. Gee and I should be going anyway. We’ll see you around,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah, it was great talking to you. See you later, man,” Gee nodded.
“Okay, bye you guys,” he escorted us to the door and waved. We waved back, of course, and entered our empty house.
“That was fun. Brendon’s a nice guy. Very talkative,” I said and flopped down on the couch in the living room, kicking my shoes off.
“Yep, and such a virgin, too,” my brother added as he sat next to me, removing his own footwear as well.
“Well, he is one. Duh. We are too, you know, unless you forgot,” I said and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest with the sound of his steady heartbeat at my ear. What a soothing sound. I closed my eyes in contentment. My brother was so comfortable!
“I’m aware of that, but he’s to the extreme. He hasn’t done anything and it shows. His face turns red from the mention of sex, for god’s sake. He’s just so innocent,” Gerard elaborated, placing his own arms around me and kissing the top of my head. I sighed and opened my eyes, which caught something very intriguing.
“Did Frank forget to take his camera home?” I questioned. Right there on the floor in all of its glory was the contents of yesterday’s escapades, including the make out session and Gerard’s fun time solo, which I had not seen as of yet. I had heard my brother’s muffled moaning through the bathroom door yesterday, but seeing was completely different than just hearing.
“I believe it is. Frankie can be so absent-minded sometimes,” retorted my brother. “But, hey, we can’t allow the good fortunes of his forgetfulness go to waste. Wanna watch it, Mikes?”
I looked off in thought for a moment. I truly did want to see the tape, but at the same time, I did not want my big bro to know how eager I was for some reason. God, I was getting horny just thinking about it! Watching the footage would most definitely lead to a make out session; I knew that for a fact. My face had not given away my true feelings as I answered casually, “Sure, Gee. If you want.”
“Cool. My room?”
I nodded and headed downstairs, Gerard right on my heels with the video camera. I hopped on his bed, which was still clad in those black sheets I loved. I nuzzled my face into silky material from my position on my stomach and enjoyed the feeling of it against my skin. It smelled faintly like my brother (since the fresh sheets were barely slept on), and probably myself, but I could not detect my own scent. (I did not think it was possible for a person to know their own scent anyway. It was just one of those things.) It gave me a nice and comforting feeling, as if I was secure and safe from everything. I took one last long inhale before lifting my head up to see Gee clicking the rewind button.
“Hurry up and get your sexy ass over here!” I ordered and sat up pre-k style with my legs crossed.
“You should know by now that my ass isn’t the only sexy thing about me, Michael,” he chided with a grin. He then walked over, VCR remote control in hand, and turned off the lights.
“Don’t call me that,” I pouted cutely. Well, I at least did my best to do it cutely, and if I judged it by Gerard’s reaction, I was successful.
“I’m only kidding, Mikey,” he chuckled as he ruffled my hair and sat next to me and clasped my hand in his. After a moment or two, the tape stopped rewinding, indicating it was at the beginning. My brother smirked before saying, “Let the magic begin.”
He clicked the play button on the remote and ‘our movie’ began. It was a little strange seeing us together like that. Not in a bad way, but I was so familiar with me seeing only Gerard. Viewing our relationship as if I were an outsider looking in was different, that’s all.
As I watched, I remembered the timid attitude I had at the beginning. I, by nature, was camera shy. I always felt weird and awkward with a lens in my face, while my brother was the total opposite. On top of that, someone actually watching me kiss a person on the lips created uneasiness in my body as well. Frankie was my best friend and all, but I was new at the whole ‘display-of-affection-in-front-of-others’ thing. Cut me some slack. I had never done that sort of thing before.
I laughed lightly when movie Gerard pulled me into his lap, causing cameraman Frankie to make a distressed comment and move to another area for a better angle. I could not take my eyes away from the television screen; it was almost as if I were under a spell. I was truly loved; it was real, not some fantasy I could escape to when I was lonely or depressed. This footage was proof of the love Gerard and I had for one another, which was what I was definitely going to cherish most. If ever Gee was away from me and I either missed him or doubted the authenticity of our relationship, these captured moments could put my heart as ease.
I was so lost in thought that I had not realized my brother’s close proximity until he kissed my sensitive neck. I jumped in surprise (letting free an embarrassing noise from my mouth, which I would deny making later) and whipped my head in my brother’s direction, a dirty grin on his face and an eyebrow arched. Oh, he wanted to play that game, did he? That game, as I called it in my head, would be Gerard trying to get me all flustered under his touch so he would be the one on top (in every sense of the word). I was not going to just roll over and be the submissive and powerless one, I was going to put up a fight.
I smiled innocently before tackling my brother to the bed. He was flat on his back while I towered over him, supporting my weight with my hands and knees as not to crush him. He was taken aback by my spontaneous form of aggression and before he could say a single word, I started attacking his neck; much like movie Gerard was doing to me in the video. Gee let out a half sigh and half moaning sound as I kissed and licked the nape of his neck. Aha! His neck was his weakness, too. Maybe we shared the same quality because we were siblings? I put that thought to the back of my head for later and focused on the matter at hand.
Gerard completely gave in to being the submissive at the moment and ran his fingers through my hair, urging me to continue, and I complied, of course. My hands that were once stationed on either side of his head began moving up and down my brother’s sides, over material of his tee shirt. He seemed to enjoy the combination of my gentle touches and the fierce work my mouth was doing. The sounds that left his lips… Oh, my god! My cock was already throbbing between my legs because of the hot noises he was making. Knowing I was the cause of those noises added to the thrill. I loved being in control, it was like a power trip or something.
“Ahhhh,” he gasped. “I like this dominant Mikey.” Another gasp. “At least I now know-” Moan. “for sure how to bring him out.”
I stopped what I was doing and looked into his sly hazel eyes. “You jerk,” I giggled. He tricked me into taking the offensive, and here I thought he was going to be caught off guard. But, hey, who’s complaining? We both were getting what we wanted, though I sort of wanted to catch him by surprise. Oh well. I moved from my position over my brother to instead lie next to him on my side. “Um… Gee?”
“Yeah, baby?” he asked, turning over on his right side to look at me. Baby? Hmm… I liked that, had a nice ring to it. It was something only Gerard could call me, besides my childhood name Mike-Mike, but that was only a brotherly thing, not a boyfriend thing.
“I was wondering, since you just got out of your relationship with... her… that lasted a year, you must have gone much farther than only kissing and are used to that, right? Did you want to move faster to reach that level or…?”
Gee smiled and chuckled a bit, shaking his head, which caused his hair to become more unkempt from rubbing against the pillow. His left hand cupped my cheek as his amused and yet serious eyes connected with mind, his lips still curved upward into his crooked smile. “No, I don’t want that and do not compare yourself to her. Actually, forget she ever existed, okay? It’s only you and me. I want to take it slow, not rush into things that we’re not ready for. I love you, Mikey. I care for you too much to let my hormones control me and take our firsts for granted. We have already had our first kiss, and I want all our other firsts after that to be special as well. Don’t worry about moving forward so quickly, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Aw, Gee-Gee. I love you too,” I said and held him close in a warm embrace. I kissed his silky raven hair and tightened my grip a bit before pulling back. “Okay, so what level are we on right now?”
“I was thinking kissing, obviously, and just about everything above the belt. The neck especially, but no biting there. Can’t have mom and dad seeing any hickeys or they’ll start asking questions. God, that’s going to be hard for me.”
I gave him a lopsided grin, “Biting fetish much? Freak.”
“You know it!” he laughed. “Umm… On second thought, I might die if I am unable to bite you. Okay, new rule! Biting is allowed, but not on any visible skin. That is, unless we buy some concealer that hides any and all marks on the neck.”
“Jeez, I didn’t think you were that much of a vampire, Gee.”
“You don’t know a lot about my fetishes, little brother,” he giggled lightly. “I just don’t want to freak you out just yet. Besides, you probably have some kinks you don’t even know about.”
“We get to discover our kinks together? What a fun brotherly bonding activity. Let’s call up mom and dad and tell them about it,” I joked.
“Yeah, sure. Oh, wait. This is the part where you were in the bathroom,” Gee said sitting up on the bed, motioning to the television. “Can’t have you missing this again.”
Heh. I watched with relish as my brother on the screen rubbed himself through his jeans, and laughed when the camera suddenly zoomed in on the action happening right below the belt. I could hear myself on the tape, moaning with abandon, that voice surprising me. A few seconds later, TV Gerard gasped and his eyes flew shut, hips convulsing slightly into his hand as a wet spot appeared through the pants. I witnessed my brother climax while his friends watched and recorded it. It was hot and strangely curious at the same time. The tape ended shortly after that scene, causing the screen to turn blue yet again.
I turned my head to Gerard and asked, “How on Earth could you do that in front of Bob and Ray? Weren’t you embarrassed?”
“Not really. I like to be the center of attention sometimes, as you know. And the opportunity to gross Ray out while doing something beneficial to myself, well, that’s too good to pass up.”
“Huh, so are you going to be a camera whore now?” I questioned
“Only for you, baby,” he answered a few octaves lower than usual.
“You better!” I laughed, acting as if his voice wasn’t getting to me. “Now you better get on that homework or I’m going to call mom about you slacking off.”
He gasped, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” I challenged.
He looked to be weighing his options until finally giving in. “Fine, but only if I get a kiss as a reward.”
“Of course,” I smiled.
To be continued.
Notes
This is all I have so far (typed up at least). Constructive criticism is definitely accepted. Tell me what you think or what you'd like to happen. Thank you.Also, I doubt I will continue this, unless my interest in it is rekindled. Sorry!
8/6/13