"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Michael exclaimed as his suspicions had been confirmed.

He knew something was up when he first stepped into the house and heard noises from upstairs.

And there, indeed, was his nineteen-year-old brother, on his bed, his black hair messy and his cheeks pink, holding a blanket all the way up to his chest to hide from his brother, as his current hook-up was lying next to him with the same surprised expression, the guy's hand frozen around Gerard's cock, which Michael could see standing up under the thin fabric of the sheets.

"Dude, get out!" The guy yelled, yet the younger brother didn't move.

"No, it's-it's okay Aaron," Gerard murmured quietly, looking down at his lap as he moved a strand of hair behind his ear. "Actually, you should probably leave."

The guy huffed, clearly annoyed beyond belief, but eventually he let go of the older's dick (not before tapping him teasingly on the slit and making Gerard shiver), and stood up.

"I'm gonna be back tomorrow, and there better be no interruptions," he informed him while slipping his pants and shirt back on, and Gerard nodded, but Michael threw him a deadly glare and then turned to the guy.

"No," he stated, "Because Gerard and I are spending the day together tomorrow."

"But-" the older began.

"AND THAT'S FINAL," the young man cut him off. "Now please get out," he said to the third man in the room.

The guy looked him over, scanning the sixteen-year-old from head to toe before shoving past him and leaving the house.

Gerard only sat there, on the edge of his bed, his lower body still protected by the covers, and he blushed down at the floor shamefully, because it wasn't the first time Michael had caught him in bed with someone.

Once the front door was slammed shut, the young brother walked over to the bed quickly, and without a warning slapped Gerard across the face, the sound of the hit ringing through the small walls.

"Hey, what the hell?" Gerard exclaimed, looking up at Michael as he rubbed his burning cheek.

"I should be asking YOU the same thing, fucker," the young man spat. "Seriously Gerard, it's the second time this week, and it's only fucking Wednesday! How long are you gonna keep this up, huh? How long are you gonna keep screwing every guy you see? I hope for your sake that you keep enough condoms in this brothel of yours!"

"Michael, what are you-"

"No, shut up Gerard. I'm speaking up right now. And I'm telling you to cut it out."

"Well what exactly do you want me to do about i-"

"STOP HAVING SEX!" Michael nearly screamed in his brother's face. "STOP BEING A FUCKING WHORE, THAT EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT CONCLUDES WITH SOMETHING BEING SHOVED UP YOUR ASS! DO YOU WANT TO GET HIV, OR AIDS? DO YOU DO THIS FOR FUN?"

"I'm not getting fucked," Gerard tried to defend himself, for some reason thinking it would help his condition, "I'm fucking others and I wear a condom every time. Stop worrying so much."

"STOP WORRYING SO MUCH?" Michael snapped. "Gerard, this is not healthy! You can't have sex with everyone you see around you! You've been doing it for almost three years now, and god knows how long you are going to keep this up! Why don't you get a fucking relationship with someone real, someone who'll stop you from being the useless slut you are and would open your fucking eyes already! When will you stop fucking those assholes just because you feel so lonely inside and you're looking for something to do with yourself?"

"I'm not lonel-"

"Then what the hell is this, Gerard? What are you getting from all this sex? Does is make you a happy person? Does it solve your problems? Does it get you a proper boyfriend? It fucking doesn't, Gerard! You need to get over your shit!"

"MICHAEL, STOP YELLING AT ME!" Gerard suddenly snapped, standing up to face his brother with the blanket still pressed against his collarbone. "I have sex because I like it! If you wanted the fucking truth, here it is! I'm a whore, okay? I'm a gay whore who likes to fuck people and then ignore them! I can't hold a fucking relationship, and honestly I don't deserve one! I'm the hump-and-dump everybody's looking for, and it makes me feel fucking happy, because that's the only thing I'm good at! I'm not miserable, Michael! I'm fucking blooming! But the fact that you keep walking in while I'm trying to do something I enjoy is just making me so upset, because this is my private life, I'm an adult, and I'm allowed to screw people in my room without you interrupting! I'm allowed to make choices, hell, I'm allowed to move out of this hellhole and go have sex somewhere else. Because you know what, I DON'T NEED OR WANT YOUR FUCKING SHIT, MICHAEL WAY, I JUST WANT YOU OUT OF MY LIFE!"

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"Jonathan, I'm scared," Gerard whispered as he clung further into his boyfriend, who was currently cuddling him on their bed as the violent thunderstorm kept raging outside, wind and rain tapping the roof and windows harshly, making the older shake in fear.

"Shh, shh, it's okay Gerard. Nothing out there can hurt you as long as you're in here," the other whispered and kissed his hair as he stroked his face gently, tucking his boyfriend further under the blankets.

"I'm still s-scared," he admitted quietly, looking down blushing. "I mean, what if it gets in? We're so close to the window, it could break."

"Shh, honey... what happened to the strong boy I met a few months ago?" He whispered teasingly, smirking against his forehead as he kissed it lovingly. "You weren't that scared of storms before. What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing, this one is just d-different. It's louder," Gerard whispered resting his cheek on Jonathan's shoulder.

"I know baby. But it's not gonna hurt you. You know it won't."

"Yeah, I know," Gerard smiled happily and kissed Jonathan's bare chest several times. "As long as I have you with me."

The other grinned and hugged his waist, pressing their sides closer as he stared up at the ceiling, and Gerard's lips were skimming over his shoulder.

"And you know," the older smirked, "We still have to wait until the storm's over so we can fall asleep. Too much noise."

Jonathan grinned up into the air, before turning his head and raising an eyebrow at his naked boyfriend laying beside him.

"And are you intending that we should be louder than the storm?" Gerard nodded eagerly, licking his lips and gasping quietly when the younger was suddenly on top of him, their bodies pressed together under the warm blanket. "Well, I could manage that," he bit his lip as he began rolling his hips on Gerard's.

The elder moaned throatily, scratching down his muscular back, whining in a cry out for more.

"Don't worry baby," the young man whispered as he licked up Gerard's neck slowly, reaching all the way up to his ear and grinning devilishly. "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good soon."

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Michael was left speechless. His face showed anger and sadness and disappointment, and his breath was uneven as it came out in short pants, and he did his best not to break down and cry at his brother's sharp words.

Gerard was breathing heavily, the layer of sweat that already covered his face thickening, and he stared at his shaking brother, slowly realizing exactly what he had just said.

"Oh god Michael, I-" he stuttered out, quickly slipping a pair of boxers and sweatpants on as his brother's mouth opened and shut rapidly, trying to find something to say, a response to what he just heard. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me, I-"

"No, that's okay," Michael gasped out suddenly, "I'll... I'll leave. You can keep having sex, I won't bother you, I just need to-"

"No Michael please don't do this, not now. Don't cry over what I said, please just listen up," Gerard choked out, trying to ignore the blurriness of his eyes as he attempted to step closer to the younger man, who only backed off steadily.

"You were right. You're an adult," Michael whispered. He didn't even make eye-contact with the other boy, simply stared into the air with tears already sliding down his face. "I'm gonna stop bothering you. You don't need me, do you? It's okay if you want to be alone, I get it. I shouldn't be telling you what to do, you can- you can manage. You're a grown man, aren't you?"

It hurt Gerard even more that his voice didn't sound venomous as he expected. Michael had actually meant those words. He actually thought Gerard hated him and wanted him to fuck off for good.

"No Michael please don't, don't drop this on yourself. I love you, you're my brother. I-I need you with me."

"But you said..."

"I know what I fucking said, Mikey!" He exclaimed brokenly. "I know what I fucking said to you and I regret it more than anything! So please, just fucking-"

He cut himself off with a sob as he pulled his brother to his chest, hugging him as tight as he could get himself to hug anyone.

Michael breathed heavily against his brother's shoulder, melting completely into the gesture and letting his big brother hold him.

"Gerard," he whimpered helplessly.

"Shh, shh, don't worry," the older whispered. "I will try, okay? I'll try. I'll try not to have sex anymore, I-I'll try to get better. You'll see. I don't need sex to be stronger, I just need you. You mean so much to me, Michael. More than you'll ever know."

The sixteen-year-old wrapped his arms around his brother, holding onto the other boy desperately as he rubbed the young man's back as soothingly as possible in his fragile state.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into his brown hair, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"That's okay," Michael breathed, "Just... just promise me this Gerard. Promise you will try to get better and not be like this. Please."

"I will," Gerard said, "I'll try my hardest, I'll throw away all the condoms and lube and make sure I can't have sex even if I wanted to. I'm gonna wait. I'm gonna get a boyfriend, I'm gonna build a life, and then, only then, I'll get back to having sex. I promise."

Michael nodded and squeezed his eyes shut as he tightened his grip around the older's back.

"Thank you."

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Gerard was sleeping peacefully, wrapped inside his boyfriend's embrace, as the storm began to quieten down.

But the two had managed to fall asleep earlier that night, after having rough sex that left Gerard's body feeling like water and Jonathan's back red with scratches that his love left him while the older was being pounded forcefully into the mattress.

Gerard was happy at that moment. He was happy to doze off and let his mind relax, having not one worry in the goddamn world.

And really, why WOULD he worry? He had the most perfect partner in the world, things with his brother were great once again, and he could finally find peace.

What could go wrong?

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Michael leaned against the mirror in his room. He continued to steal glances at the sleeping figure on his bed, Jonathan's torso rising and falling as he breathed evenly and pulled the blanket further up his naked body.

He then glared back at the mirror and continued to think about Gerard - his usual midnight routine.

Every moment he could find time for himself, his mind would flood itself with images of the little bastard.

The words "I promise", the words he'd heard coming from the mouth of his brother all those years ago.

They were like music in his ears, beautiful lies that he couldn't help but hear over and over again, playing on repeat without ever stopping.

I promise. I promise.. I promise...

"If only you ever kept a fucking promise, Gerard," Michael whispered at the photo that was stuck on the corner of his mirror, staring at it like a tiger on its pray. "You would've been in so much less shit. If you would've just kept one. Fucking. Little. Worthless. Promise..."

Notes

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