Friday was upon us. Gerard got me a stunning black suit the day before, and it seemed like it was made perfectly for me. Alongside there was a black silk tie. But the next day, after he left before lunch to get everything ready for the event, I went to the bathroom and came across a little red velvet box with a black bow and a note, all placed on the side of the sink.

Open this and put it on your eyes. Also, your lip ring will be required. Instructions not followed will have consequences. Love, G

I opened the box and inside there was a pot of red eyeshadow. Okay...? Although I loved the idea, wasn't that a bit too much for an art exhibit? Or did I forget I have a kind of eccentric boyfriend and it actually made sense? Maybe both reasons were plausible. Plus, I wasn't really sure about that ''consequences'' part. Like, was he actually going to be mad if I didn't use it? Or punish me like those kinky-ass movies? I don't know. And at that time, I wasn't sure either if I wanted to know. Nevertheless, I went out for lunch with Mikey after that. I took him to a simple restaurant, firstly checking if he was up to that. He was no longer on his crutches, but he couldn't walk without limping, and it wouldn't be good for him to force it. He answered me with an ''I'm fine, asshole, I'm just starving. Are we going or what?''. He might seem hostile, but it's really just the way he talks. I know he loves me deep down inside. Um... I mean... Like a brother. Right? Right.

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After our meal (where he'd been blushing all the time, and I'm still working on figuring what did I do to make him react that way), I drove with Mikey by my side and the silence was disguised with the music playing through the speakers. I was fine with it, but Mikey started laughing to himself.

- What's funny? - I asked him, after giving him a look with a cocked eyebrow, turning my attention to the road, right after.
- You have no idea of what's coming to you. - He smirked, laughing lightly. What? What the fuck was he talking about? And why was he being so secretive? Still, I didn't change my posture and kept focusing on the road.
- Oh yeah? And why can't you tell me?
- Because I was asked not to.
- I see. And by any chance would you have consequences if you didn't follow that order?
He suddenly shut his mouth, and I got it all figured out. Gerard asked him to keep a secret from me. That was both a blessing and a curse.
It could mean I'd get in trouble if I knew what this was all about before it happened, and Mikey would get in trouble if he couldn't keep the secret. But it could also mean he was up to something that he knew I'd love it. So, at this point, the expectation was killing me from the inside.

We finally got home and played some video games during the afternoon. Poorly done activity, I must say, because of my persistence towards Mikey.
We were both on the same couch, even though on opposite sides. My legs were stretched over his, which were equally stretched beneath me. If any of you sat where the TV was, you would probably say we looked like we had a mirror between us, being in almost symmetrical positions. So, guess what. Yep. My feet were strategically placed centimeters away from his bulge. I wasn't trying to figure out their secret by now, but something almost devilish came across my mind, making me smirk to myself, actually. Oh, this was going to be fun.

- So, Mikes, still won't tell me what's that secret about? - I asked him casually, still playing with the controller, trying to make a combo on his Joker with my Batman.
- No, and there's nothing you can do about it.
- Don't make a bet knowing you're going to lose, Mikey. - I teased, slowly approaching his bulge with my foot, giving him the best ''fuck me'' stare I could. I was having way too much fun with this, and he didn't even know. I mean, fuck, I know it's overly wrong, because Gerard has no idea of his brother's crush on me (or does he?) and Mikey thinks I'm taking this seriously, but it's like taking a shot of some drug to tease him. I feel powerful. I feel fucking hot. Oh my fucking god. I'm so going to hell for this. Nice. By that point, I could already see his cheeks being filled with blood from the inside. It seemed like he was burnt by the sun.
- Isn't it getting f-fucking hot in here? I'll... I'll go open the window. - He stuttered. I just wanted to laugh. Maybe because he didn't remember we were already in Autumn and it would get cold instantly. But I held it together and saw him slide off the couch, making his way towards the window. I stretched my legs and a small moan came from my lips, as I leaned my head back. That made him turn around. He stared at me with hungry eyes, his lips wet after his tongue came out to lick them. I bit my lip in response. My breathing was becoming deeper. I'm way into it. I know. I know.
- Hey, um, Frank? - He asked, his hands behind his back and his eyes staring at the floor.
- Yes, Michael? - I never called him Michael before. But that felt good. I'm going to keep doing it. And he obviously loved it, since he bit his lip containing the moan he thought I wouldn't hear.
- I kinda have this huge crush on you, b-but you should know that by now... - He muttered.
- Come closer, I can't hear you. - I demanded. And so he did. He walked until he was right before me.
- And, I-I...
- Yes?
- I r-really want to fucking k-kiss you right now. But no. I won't. I can't. - He shook his head furiously in denial.
- You can if I let you.
- But I won't!
- Are you sure about what you're saying? - I said as I stood up. I made a clear gesture for him to sit on the couch, so I was taller than him. I ended up sitting on his lap, one leg on each side, carefully in order not to pressure him on his recovering injury, gazing at him as his mouth watered, his lips partially opened as his hot breath was hitting my face smoothly. My arms were around his neck and I rested my forehead against his, feeling his hands on my thighs. I bit his lip, initially making it so my lips wouldn't touch his. But that damn fucker moved forward and my lips touched his. As soon as I knew, my mouth was eagerly kissing him, my tongue dancing with his. His lips weren't as soft as Gerard's, but I liked the bit of roughness they had. His hands explored my steamy body up and down, and I couldn't help myself to take his fucking shirt off.
Speaking of Gerard...

- H-How long have you been there? Jesus, Gerard, you scared the shit out of me! - Mikey jumped, immediately breaking our action. Well, shit.
- You guys don't have to stop because of me. - He panted, almost moaning. Wait, he was there. And... Was he actually enjoying it? Oh, he was. His hand was placed right above his visibly growing bulge. Shit. I couldn't even think of how was I getting so hard from all this.
- Mikes, don't worry, I know. I'm not blind. And I know you. - Gerard told him, and I couldn't help to admire the tranquility of his voice. Oh, so he did know.
- But, Gee, isn't that awkward? - Mikey furrowed his eyebrows. I remained on his lap.
- No. Only because I trust both of you. Plus, this was kind of a fantasy of mine. Seeing you already started it... - He panted. And now his moan was deep and actually audible. Fuck.

I faced Mikey and bit my lip, kissing him softly right after. He was actually being selfish and I was loving it. Gerard was loving it. We were loving this, every second of it. Mikey and I moaned because of the friction between our dicks still inside of our jeans. I changed that and led one of my hands to his zipper, taking it down and slipping my hand inside of his boxers, exposing his dick and stroking it gently as I sucked on his neck. He was a squirming mess under me, but Gerard interrupted us.

- Frank, bedroom, now. - He groaned. I got up and followed him to the bedroom.
- Fuck, Gerard, thank you, you're the best brother ever. - Mikey whispered to him as I left the room. He was going to finish that all by himself and I almost felt sorry. Almost.
- You're so fucking dirty, trying to fuck my little brother, weren't you, sweetheart? - He groaned, throwing me to the bed, hovering on top of me, sucking the skin on my neck. That was definitely leaving a bruise.
- Yes, I was, but then you came and ruined everything. - I smirked at him, rolling my eyes as he stroked my dick through my jeans. Those were getting unbearable. Or un-wearable, I mean. He took the hint and unzipped them, letting my boner spring free. He built a steady rhythm at the same time he kissed me hungrily, biting and sucking my lip. Soon enough he was desperate to have my cock between his lips, so he took advantage of me being under him and made his way down there, lightly licking my hard dick from the base all the way to its precum leaking tip.
- You weren't even supposed - fuck - you weren't even supposed to b-be here. Wha-t are y-you doing- her- ah, fuck!
Yeah. It was that fast.

- Now c'mon, get yourself presentable. I want you ready in an hour. I'm going to make fun of Mikey. - He pressed his lips against mine, stroking my steamy cheeks, going downstairs right after. This man kills me, I swear.

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We were greeted by mimes and champagne filled glasses. The music had a hint of those circus melodies. It was kind of dark, but honestly, it made the event look even better than it already looked. Red lights moved around the room and the guests were talking between them.
- Frankie! Mikes! - Gerard shouted from across the room. He met us with a glass on his hand. Damn, he looked fucking amazing. He had a black leather jacket, black shirt, skinny black jeans ripped on one knee and some fucking awesome boots. I guess he didn't take the whole thing of ''formal'' as serious as he wanted it to be, but he was the artist, so I guess he could present himself however he wished so. Also, he was wearing all black and that is usually a color used on formal events. I guess.
- Fuck, Frankie, you look so fucking hot. - He muttered against my ear after he kissed me. I was happy, but not quite yet.
- Come, I want to show you something. - He smirked. Oh, shit, was this the fucking secret?

He led me almost at a running pace, leaving Mikey behind. I got a bit upset about that but then I saw him talking to what seemed to be friends of him, so I was cool. We got to a thing on the wall - which I assumed it was a painting - covered with a blood-red velvet cloth. He then turned to me, grabbing my hand and entwining our fingers, giving me a warm smile and looking at me with his beautiful, starry eyes. - Ladies and Gentleman, may I have your attention please? - He loudly announced, tapping on his glass with a silver fork. Every guest gathered around the mysterious cloth, and I could even notice that Dr. Vicenzo had showed up. It was nice of Gerard to invite him, but I'm not so sure it would be nice on Mikey's perspective, since we were basically making out in front of his older brother a few hours before.
- Firstly, I want to thank you all for showing up at this event. As an artist it means a lot to me that I can share my work with people that appreciate it and that always help me to improve. This is what I love doing - (Yeah, you love doing me too, asshole) - and I'm more than delighted to present you this painting. It was done throughout many nights of no sleep. It puts together two of my biggest loves on this planet.

The whole room gasped. I gasped. I almost fucking fainted when he dropped that cloth. It was me. It was me. He had painted me and I was unaware of it. And it looked worthy of no words whatsoever - in a very good way.
Suddenly, I felt eyes staring at me, and as soon as I climbed down from the clouds, I noticed the whole room was looking at me and turning to the painting over and over again, almost as if to check if it was really me.
The room was filled with the sound of clapping, and I swear I didn't feel my cheeks explode right there. Mikey gazed at me and winked. That and Gerard holding my hand made me feel safer.

- So... Do you like it? - Gerard asked, hope flowing through his stare.
- Do I like it? Gee, I fucking love it. It's amazing. It's the best thing anyone has ever done that to me or for me. I love it. I love you! - I cried, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
- See why I didn't tell anything, idiot? - Mikey snorted.
- I guess we all are winning today, huh? - I teased, cocking an eyebrow at him. He blushed. Haha.
- The night's not over, sugar. - Gerard whispered in my ear. There was more? What?

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We got home almost at three in the morning, and I was kinda worn out. A bit drunk, too, but in all honesty, the three of us were pretty drunk. Not the ''drink until you get into a fucking coma'' type of drunk. Just the ''happy'', light drunk.
Mikey said his goodbyes and went to his room, as Gerard carried me bridal style into our bedroom.

- You wait here. - He said, sitting me on the bed.

He vanished inside the bathroom as I waited for him. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

- You really thought I was going to put the red dress idea aside, baby?

He came out of the bathroom with the red dress I made the description of, a few days ago. And he even had fucking makeup on his face. The dress was strapless, showing off his perfect marble collarbones. It had a crack on it, so I could see one of his legs as he walked on black heels. He was wearing fucking fishnets. Oh my fucking god. This was the best night of my life.

Notes

WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE, YOU ASK?
just staying up until 7am writing smut.

this was the result of several requests for some action with the Way brothers, I hope you liked it! haha. oh, and by the way, I changed the summary and the character and all that shit. I had to work on it because it wasn't quite how I wanted it, such as the header picture! I edited it and I think it actually got pretty cool. feel free to ask for the originals used, they're both in HD ;)
BY THE WAY - the scenario I pictured about the art exhibit (the part of the mimes and all the environment) was influenced by the song Crazy=Genius, by P!ATD. idk it just gave me that vibe haha.

and also. OVER 4100 VIEWS. just fucking pinch me. I still can't believe it. I fucking love you all. <3

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- luna