Sleeping Beauty... | By : feliday Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Hope you like it sorry for the mistakes, it's still unbetad.
The Borothers Way aren't and they never commited incest, as far as I know.
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Gee sat down onto the bed, his shoulders hanging and slightly hunched over. Today had been his baby brothers 18th birthday. They had been trinking, just the two of them. He couldn’t quite understand why people where so keen on celebrating another lost year of their lives when they normally cling to evry second like Mikeys jeans to his hips. So they had started drinking in the morning already. Gerard trying to forget the fact that Mikey had gotten a year closer to not needing his older brother anymore and Mikey because he knew that he would never ever become old enough not to need his brother anymore.
Gerard had only gone to take a piss and when he got back to his room he had found Mikey on his bed sleeping in a druken stupor. His arms and legs streched out and away from him he looked so very fucking vulnerable all open and unprotected it made Gerard want to hold him and never let go…
not that he didn’t want to do this every other time he looked at Mikey, too but oh well.
Giving into the urge for once he lay down next to Mikey his naked chest appreciating the warmth. Gerard wasn’t quite sure anymore how he’d lost the shirt but he guessed it was connected to his breakfast seeing daylight again in some way. Mikey had mentioned somethintg like that.
Smiling silently to himself he wraped his arms around Mikeys slim form that instinctively curled into the embrance. Mikeys mouth was hanging slightly open a bit of drool was collecting in the cornor of his mouth. In his drunken state Gee was totally mesmerized by the sight. He always wanted to know how his baby brother tasted. So with out really thinking about it he leaned down and licked the drop away. The taste of whiskey and cherry flavored tabacco spread over his tongue making him want more.
Apart from a slight twitch of his lips Mikey hadn’t shown any sign of reaction so Gerard inched even closer to his brother. He knew he shouldn’t but he was drunk enough to pretend the drukenness made him do it, he really didn’t care. Gerards lips were so close to Mikeys he only needed to purse them to touch him. But right now he didn’t want to feel, he wanted the taste.
Staring down at Mikey he dragged his tongue along the other ones full bottom lip getting more of this soursweet taste. Wondering if he could go further without getting cought he reated his hand on Mikes hip to get into a more comfortable position. He pressed his lips to Mikeys and slid his muscle between his brothers oblivious lips to his motionless tongue and the roof of his mouth exploring the one thing that was forbidden to him. And with this thought guilt hit home suddenly, making him feel as sick and twisted as ever again. He was taking this from his little bro, he wouldn’t kid himself. It was the beginning of a rape. And he sure as hell wouldn’t do that to Mikey.
Pulling back he wanted to get up, get away from Mikey as far and as quick as possible, but found himself trapped
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by fucking Mikey of all things. He hated god. Probably even more than god hated him. Mikey had thrown a leg over his hips and his amr snaked around his waist making grabbing motions as if searching for a shirt to hold on. Eventually the fingers settled with holding on the the back of his shoulder burrowing his head into Gerards chest. Despite Mikeys excessive movement Gerard could feel that he was still asleep for his breath stroked against his bared nipples in regular pattern. Not that this assurance made him feel better
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well actually it did, but in all the wrong places. If Mikey woke up right now there was no way in hell his hard on would go unnoticed. Gerard sighed trying to wriggle away but Mikey only came closer, nose pressed against Gerards skin bringing his lips this close to Gees pert nipples.
fuckohfuckfuckfuck
and then it happened. Whining “Gee” in his sleep Mikey came even closer to his brother, probably still subconsciously remembering the savety he felt in his mothers arms as a newborn he followed this infantal reflexe and startet sucking on one of Gerards nipples, searching for some kind of comfort from a bad dream.
Gerard groaned and fisted his hands reflexively in Mikeys hair. So fucking sick. But it felt so great Gerard had to bite his lip not to moan out loud. Mikey was torturing him. Gerards hips were grinding into Mikey involuntary and in his head a voice was screaming all those little names he had given himself over the past years on endless repeat. But he didn’t want to hear them anymore. He ignored the guilt for now. He would deal with it later, when there was no Mikey ripping his control apart so innocently.
He concentrated solely on the sucking noises Mikey emitted and the way his thight felt against his croth. If he would be able to see himself all needy and bothered he probably would laugh at how pathetic he looked. But he couldn’t and he frankly didn’t care to. It was overwhelming. Even these small sensations were bringing him to the edge. And then Mikey was biting down hard making Gee helplessly come into his pants. He could barely keep quiet, thinking about it, it was a wonder he hadn’t tucked Mikeys hair out. Lieing there, together with his breath the guild returned in a blow that made his stomach twist.
He had tho get away from him no matter if he woke him up or not. He was going to be sick. And he really would prefer not to wake Mikey with a shower of gastric acid. Disentangling himself as fast as he could he got up and sarted to run halfway to the bathroom. Throwing the lid open he fell to his knees and emptied himself almost hoping that all the sick thoughts would be gone afterwards, too. But he knew better. They had been there for so long that he was quite sure by now they would never be gone again.
And it was quite strange but somehow the thought that bothered him the most as he continued kneeling before the toilet, was the fact, that he just realized it was almost impossible to get puke onto you own shirt, if you weren’t exactly rolling in it.
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