Want You Bad.

Chapter 3

“Mikey, last night… you know that the walls are very thin here, right?”
Oh holy crap! Fuck! Shit!
“W-what do you mean?” Right, Way. Stuttering is the right thing to do. Very convincing.
“Mikey… ‘Uh Gerard, mhh’. I could hear everything, as well as, y’know, this,” he says, copying me from last night.
I think the color of my face doesn’t look as healthy anymore.
“Gerard, I…-“
He stops me by putting his lips on my own again, and this time I’m not doing anything against it.
I just stand there and move my lips in-sync with his.
He strokes his hands over my shoulders, up and down my back, and I can’t help but quietly sigh into the kiss.
Fuck, that feels good…
I put my hands on his hips and gently push him towards the bed.
Where’s that self-confidence coming from all of a sudden?! He’s just about to get down on the bed but then…
Hang on a second! What we’re doing right now, that cannot happen. We are brothers. Once again, I let go of him.
His lips are red from all the kissing and his gaze is unfocused. He looks so damn sexy, even more so than usually, and I had no idea that this was even a possibility until just now.
“Gee… we are brothers, that’s…”
“Don’t think about it, Mikes. Just let it happen. Whatever happens after, we’ll see, okay?”
I look at him with a serious face. Then, finally, I push him down on the bed and settle on top of him so that one of my legs is between his and my other leg beside his.
I hear his words over and over again inside my head.
They mean that he wants this as much as I do, for all I know. So why should we stop here?
A minute later, I put my lips back on his.
His tongue strokes over my lower lip and begs for entrance. How could I refuse that beg?
After a while, we have to pull back and gasp for air, but shortly after I start to kiss him all over again. I just can’t not.
I kiss his jaw and down his neck in which I bite very gently and kiss right after to soothe the skin there.
I let my hand wander under his shirt and start petting his soft skin there. Then I pull slightly on the seam of his shirt.
“Get that off,” I whisper quietly. He sits up and pulls the shirt over his head. Then he does the same with my own shirt.
He moves us around so that he’s the one on top now. He leaves a wet trail of tongue, teeth and kisses down my neck and finally reaches my bellybutton. Immediately, my skin breaks out in gooseflesh.
Now I can’t hide how tight my jeans have become.
It’s as if Gerard could read minds, because right away he starts working on my belt buckle and painfully slowly removes the jeans from my legs.
I moan quietly. A grin spreads on Gees face.
“C’mon!” I’m getting inpatient here, but Gee just grins and grins.
A kiss to my lips.
A kiss to my jaw.
A kiss to my neck.
To my chest.
My Belly.
My hipbone.
Another moan on my side, and then a moan of his own.
I pull him back into a kiss.
He starts to grind his hips against mine and we both sigh in pleasure.
This time, it’s me who starts working on his belt buckle and I pull his jeans off along with his boxers before he pulls mine off as well.
Once again he starts kissing my skin and moves south.
I can feel myself starting to breathe heavier. Christ, why does that feel so good? It’s wrong. We both know it and yet neither of us stops.
But that’s what I always wanted, right?
He touches me and I can’t bite back the moan that escapes my throat.
Damnit… Okay, Mikey, don’t think about it, just like Gerard said earlier.
Gerard moved back on top of me and moves his hips against my own in a rhythmic pattern.
He looks at me through gazed eyes, his strands are hanging in his face. He looks so fucking sexy.
“Mikes, have you got…”
“Just condoms…” It’s not like I permanently walk around with lube in my pockets.
He kisses me again and I push two of my fingers into the kiss.
Gerard starts sucking on them and that’s enough to make me moan again. Then I sit up a bit and pull my wet fingers out of his mouth.
A moment later, I push one of my fingers into Gerard to get him ready. He gives me a slight look of pain at first but when he relaxes and presses himself against my finger, I push in another one.
A loud, throaty groan echoes through the room and I grin to myself when I think of his words from before. Sure, the walls are thin, but neither of us cares right now.
He takes one of the condoms and pulls it over my length, which makes me sigh in bliss.
He takes my hands into his own and presses them on either side of my head on the bed, kisses me and looks me in the eyes.
“Okay?”
“Okay,” I gasp and without hesitation, he sinks down on me and fuck, then I’m inside of him…
The feeling of that is indescribable.
Of course, I had sex with guys before. I mean I’m gay, obviously, but it never felt like this before.
Gerard starts to move and I push up against him.
Not long after I pull out completely and grin up at him with a dirty smile. Then I move us around so that I’m the one sitting between his legs.
I thrust back inside him with full force and finally push against that one spot.
He moans loudly and his eyes roll back inside of his head.
“Do that again…,“ he begs through groans and gasps.
I thrust inside again and once more hit his prostate and as a result, he buries his fingernails into my skin.
I can see that he must be close and to help him, I wrap my hand around his length and start moving it up and down. Very slowly at first, but after I while, I make sure to match my hand with the speed of my thrusts.
Finally, he comes, and maybe a split second later, I follow.
I reach beside me and pull a tissue out of the box on the nightstand, hand it over to him and watch him clean himself as I settle in beside him.
He throws the dirty tissue on the ground and turns to face me, but I already drifted off.
X x x
When I wake up the next morning, I know immediately that Gee’s gone. Okay Mikey, stay calm. He’s probably just in the bathroom.
Yeah right…

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