Catacomb Kids

Mikey was a very laid back sort of person. This showed even in the way he walked; he strolled along at an infuriatingly slow pace. I had never seen Mikey in a hurry to get anywhere. That is, until I saw him swinging his scrawny legs over the couch to demount Pete Wentz.
Gerard's baby brother was literally a pale blur as he rushed to stand, fumbling to pull his jeans back on. Gerard buried his face in his hands, shielding himself from the pitiful sight. Pete scrambled around on the couch, finally pulling a blanket up around his waist.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Gerard groaned.
Mikey pushed forward, stammering, “L-look, before you say anything, just listen.”
Gerard crossed his arms, peering at Mikey expectantly.
“I just...” Mikey began. He was quiet for a bit, his eyes flickering from Gerard to me, with the occasional glance back towards the couch where Pete lay still, frozen.
“You know what, be quiet,” Gerard ordered. “It's all good, right? I mean, this... this is fine.”
Mikey raised a brow. “Fine?”
“Yeah,” Gerard insisted. He peeked back at me, proceeding, “I have actually have something to tell you, Mikes.”
“Well, shoot, Mikey encouraged. “Go ahead.”
Gerard took a breath, confessing, “I'm dating someone, too.”
“And?” Mikey pressed.
Gerard swiftly looked back at me, admitting, “I'm dating Frank.”
Mikey's eyebrows perked up. “Oh.”
“So, okay?” Gerard asked.
“Y-yeah,” Mikey stammered. “I just didn't know that either of you were into dudes.”
“Now you know,” I cut in.
“Gerard, you're not mad I didn't tell you, are you?” Mikey asked. He pouted at his older brother, widening his eyes for extra sympathy.
“No,” Gerard replied. He added, “I'm just annoyed that you decided to get weird on the couch, which you will be disinfecting later.”
Mikey rolled his eyes, mumbling, “Fucking germaphobe.”
“There's a difference between bacteria and ballsweat, Mikey,” Gerard pointed out.
I covered my ears, begging, “Please, no talk of ballsweat. I'd like to keep my lunch, thank you.”
Gerard grabbed my hand, telling, “We'll be downstairs, but I strongly suggest that you knock if you need us.”
Mikey scrunched his nose, complaining, “I did not need to know that.”
“And I didn't need to see your bare ass grinding over Peter here,” Gerard retorted. “But things don't always work out how we imagine them, do they?”
Mikey blushed as Gerard and I pushed past him, making the way down to his room.
Once we got down there, Gerard wasted no time in kissing me. He put his hands on my shoulders, eventually reaching one up to grab a fistful of hair towards the back of my head. He snapped my head back, then kissing my neck.
“Shit,” I breathed heavily. I screwed my eyes shut, letting Gerard's kisses make their way down my neck and collarbones. I shrugged off my hoodie, letting it fall to the floor. Gerard reached over my back to grab the tail of my shirt, pulling the entire thing off over my head.
I peered at him, feeling a little overexposed as he stood there, fully dressed. I took control, grabbing him by the hip and kissing him, working off his own shirt.
I lead him to his mattress, hooking some fingers in the front of his pants. I tugged on them restlessly, until he took the hint to undo his jeans. He kicked off his shoes, shimmying his pants off as well. He didn't stand there long before working to get my pants off as well, which I unbuttoned and then rolled down my ankles.
I laid him down on the bed, straddling his waist. I dipped to kiss him, sucking on his neck before dragging my tongue across the skin. He shuddered, his mouth agape. I smirked, taking this as encouragement to keep going. I started to grind above him, continuing to bite at his neck as I snaked a hand down his stomach.
His breathing grew more and more rapid as my hand got closer to his waistband. I grazed my fingertips just under the top of his boxers, scratching at the skin gently. He lifted his hips, drawing them forward. Realizing that he wanted more, I teased him some more before actually sliding my entire hand beneath his underwear.
I started to work him, bending to kiss his chest at the same time. He closed his eyes, soft purrs escaping from his pursed lips.
He soon reached his climax, and I coaxed him back down to earth with slow kisses. He eased in next to me, wrapping the blankets around us.
He sighed contently, telling, “I could lay here for hours.”
I grinned, agreeing, “Yeah. If only.”
I would've given anything to stay with him for another hour, another week, hell the rest of my life. I tried to stay past 9 o'clock, but my mom was not having it.
I groaned, shuffling out of bed.
Gerard pouted, “Where are you going?”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, pulling on a shirt. I redid my pants button, then stepping into shoes. “My mom and her 9:30 curfew.”
Gerard scoffed, “Mama's boy.”
“Shut up,” I giggled.
“Make me,” Gerard ordered sultrily.
I stopped what I was doing, taking long strides over. I leaned in close to him, stopping just millimeters from his lips. I told, “That curfew though.” With that, I pulled back, sticking my tongue out at him.
Gerard attended to the growing tent underneath the covers, rubbing his crotch. “That was cold, man. You're giving me blue balls.”
I smirked, remarking, “You get turned on really easily.”
Gerard shrugged, admitting, “I mean, I guess so.”
“Have fun spanking it out,” I teased.
“I wish I could say that your accusations are false,” Gerard sighed. He hung his head, adding, “But nay, tis not so.”
I laughed, telling, “You're so cute.” I pecked his cheek, smiling one last time. “I'll see you tomorrow at school, okay?”
“Alright.”
I left, unable to help from stealing glances back at him.

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