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Woodstock '99	By : ginseng Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2018 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It didn't happen. This fiction in no way represents the people mentioned within. I do not profit from these stories. I do not know any of the members of My Chemical Romance.

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Title: Woodstock ’99
Author: ginseng
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Waycest
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It didn’t happen. This fiction in no way represents the people mentioned within. I do not profit from these stories. I do not know any of the members of My Chemical Romance.
Summary: My sick thoughts about my brother scared me to death. Mikey, me, a lot of beers, all alone in a tent, I wasn’t to be trusted…

I had this old clock radio, a relic from the eighties that woke me up way too early. The sun shined through the blinds. Just as predictable as the sun dawning each morning, I was hard already so I reached under my covers. I let my hand slip down and touched myself tryingly but decided that it was too early for a night person like me to jerk off. I sat up on the edge of my bed and waited for my head to stop spinning. I hadn’t drunk that much the night before but felt kind of hang over anyway. Maybe it was just the early hour. I picked up a random band t-shirt from the floor and put it on.

It was a warm summer’s day and I had promised Mikey to take him with me to Woodstock. He had begged mom and dad to let him go for years and when he had turned nineteen they had finally agreed to let him, as long as he went with me. Deep down inside I knew that he’d probably been better off going with some of his friends. I wasn’t to be trusted.

I drank too much. I knew why. No one else did. I would rather kill myself than tell anyone about the feelings I had for my baby brother. Sick thoughts that made me drink myself into a stupor almost every other night. And since I couldn’t tell anyone I just had to agree with Mikey that it would be perfectly safe to let him come with me, sleep in a tent on a muddy ground with thousands of unsupervised drunk teenagers.

I got frustrated thinking about Mikey. I lay down on the bed again and stroked myself. The mere thought of him made me painfully hard. On the other hand, the fact that my brother made me feel that way made me want to cry or maybe to kiss his lovely lips long and hard. I was confused, depressed, and turned on at the same time. Mom and dad shouting down the stairs to my basement room that they were leaving distracted my bad thoughts thankfully.

I went up to the kitchen to have breakfast. I poured a small amount of Fruit Loops and milk into a bowl and sat down by the table. From where I was sitting I saw Mikey’s backpack on the hallway floor. He had packed two days in advance; the kid surely looked forward to the festival. Thinking about me, him, a lot of beers, all alone in a tent on the other hand, scared me to death.

I heard footsteps going down the stairs and there he was, smiling, in the doorway. His brown hair was messier than usual.

“Three days of music, beers and babes!” he exclaimed. “Let’s go!”

“Okay,” I mumbled with my mouth full of cereal. ” Just gimme a minute to pack.”

I gathered my pillow, sleeping bag and some spare clothes in less than five minutes while Mikey put his stuff and the tent into my car. He got the two cases of beer from my room with a huge grin on his face.

I drove in silence while Mikey was fidgeting with the car stereo changing songs more often than a DJ on speed. We stopped for lunch right outside the city and back on the road Mikey decided it was time to bring out the beer. I had one to improve my mood. Mikey was beginning to wondering why I was so grumpy. I took charge of the stereo and soon I was able to push my sick thoughts to the back of my head and looked forward to the festival.

We talked and drank and before we knew it we were there. The first thing that hit me when we got out of the car was the traditional smell of dirt, beer and urine. Mikey calmed down to his ordinary quiet self as soon as we walked through the festival grounds to find a spot to camp on. We were both kind of tipsy and had some trouble carrying our stuff.

Mikey poked my side with his elbow and motioned to the left of the walking path. Three girls were sitting outside a tent drinking peach schnapps and smoking cigarettes. All three were pale and short, none with their natural hair colour. I looked at Mikey; he smiled at me and nodded. How could I ever resist that smile? By the time we had got out tent in place it was dark and the girls were gone, probably asleep.

“Not a single pretty creature to lay your eyes on…” Mikey was disappointed and pouted over his beer.

In my opinion the most beautiful person in the world was sitting right besides me. I was happy that my brother was used to me staring. I could tell he was cold and pulled him closer. We sat like that for a while drinking our beers in silence. I sensed that he was kind of disappointed. Maybe he had his hopes up too high.

“Mikey, the party has barely started. Just wait until the festival begins, there will be plenty of pretty girls tomorrow.”

His body felt skinny yet so familiar against mine. I was getting sober and the feel of him close had an immediate effect on me. I excused myself and told him I needed to take a leak. I walked to the edge of the forest that outlined the campsite. I unzipped my jeans and had to focus on my breathing to will my semi-hard on down to be able to relieve myself.

It was time to go to bed and the last thing I needed was for Mikey to see that I was hard. By the time we got into our sleeping bags it was late and even the most eager party people were getting quieter.

Mikey must have woken up first because he was sitting at the entrance of our small tent. He sat on his legs the way he used to when he was younger and held a box in his lap. He reached it out to me and looked so small and happy. He had brought breakfast and the small token of love made my heart ache for him.

The tent felt hot and stuffy. I crawled out of the sleeping bag and joined Mikey outside for coffee and donuts. Mikey was going over the schedule, marking the bands he wanted to see with a felt tip pen. I drank my coffee and watched my younger brother. He sat with his legs crossed with his back slightly hunched in a way that made his t-shirt ride up in the back. The gap between his jeans and the t-shirt was so tempting. I desperately wanted to touch the small patch of pale skin.

“Gee… Gee!”

Mikey repeated my name several times but it took a while for me to snap out of my transfixion.

“What?”

“Have you heard of this band Spitfire?”

“No not really.”

We talked about which bands we wanted to mark as must see, like Megadeath and Metallica, and which we wanted to catch if we had the time and were up to it. I couldn’t stop myself from checking out his butt when he went into the tent.

We spent the day watching bands, buying new t-shirts and checking out the crowd. I was happy to discover that Mikey was too shy to approach anyone, at least while he was sober. I knew I wouldn’t make it through the weekend if I drank the whole time, so I had made a rule that we weren’t allowed to drink until the evening. But the minute the sun set behind the large pines of the forest right by our tent, I opened my first beer.

That night was great. I loved going to concerts with my drunken baby brother. He was in such great mood and smiled all the time. The more he drank, the more he had to lean on me to keep from falling. So we stood close and I kept my arm around his slim back and whenever he wanted to tell me something he leaned in so close that his lips touched my ear. I walked around semi hard all night. But when we got back to our tent Mikey was brave enough to start talking to our neighbours. The girls welcomed the company and Mikey motioned for me to join them. I didn’t want to behave suspiciously so I sat down for a while but excused myself soon and went to our tent.

I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep until Mikey was right by my side but I had no interest in talking to the stupid indie-girls. So I began to tidy up a bit and picked up all the empty beer cans. In my head, I prayed for the girls to leave Mikey alone. I wanted him all to myself. I sat drunk and alone in the dark tent and let my secret, demented thoughts run away with me. I imagined how it would feel like to kiss Mikey. To look him deep into those lovely brown eyes, caress his neck with my hand and pull him close, my lips touching his. I wished I could snuggle close, to sleep naked in his sleeping bag, with his slim, soft, sexy body right next to mine. To have that perfect body all to myself; thin and pale, long and lean and all mine. To be able to touch him in those ways I knew I wasn’t supposed to need so desperately. My hand on his skin, my lips caressing his arousal, it would be my most intimate dreams come true. We shared everything; our love of music, our every day life, our blood. But still I wanted more.

Desperate and drunk I undressed and lay down and fantasised about my brother. When I heard Mikey pull up the zipper in the doorway I pulled my hand out of my boxers quickly and pretended to go through my backpack. He looked somewhat depressed when he entered our sleeping quarter. He mumbled something about the girls and wondered why I had left before he tossed me another beer and opened one for himself.

I was really drunk, too drunk to be able to keep myself from drinking more. I sat up straight and gulped down half the can. Mikey was pretty wasted too; he had great trouble taking his sweater off. I just stared as he kept on undressing. The t-shirt went over his head and he unbuttoned his jeans. He stood up and moved around to get the tight denim off his slim hips. And there he was, Mikey in nothing more than his boxers, drunk, tired and more beautiful than ever. I took a deep breath to control my breathing.

”I forgot to brush my teeth” I slurred.

I went outside with my toothbrush in my mouth and a bottle of water in my hand. When I returned Mikey lay on his stomach. I got into my sleeping bag when I realized that Mikey was smiling this unusual smile at me. I didn’t know how to interpret that smile, not until my hand instinctively went into my boxers to adjust my hard flesh. The sweet friction of my palm against my throbbing cock made me realize that Mikey must have seen my splendid arousal. I panicked as my conscious thoughts rushed through my head. I took two deep breaths and hoped he didn’t associate my arousal with himself. I didn’t know what to do but to just lie down and wait.

I never thought a campsite full of drunken teenagers could turn so silent. I could even hear Mikey breathing. I prayed to God that he had fallen asleep. I turned my head slowly towards him. He wasn’t asleep, big brown eyes looked directly at me. He said nothing.

I lay on my side and turned my back to him. I regretted to let him come with me; I needed to get away from him. I loved him so much. I couldn’t be near him, not when I was drunk. The temptation was too big. I desperately wanted to touch him and I couldn’t do that. I cursed myself, and my feelings, so loudly in my head that I didn’t hear him.

Mikey poked me softly in my back.

“Gee… What’s wrong? Gee? Please!”

I couldn’t answer; I couldn’t even look at him. I was so lost in my feelings for him that I didn’t trust myself.

“Gee… Are you mad at me?”

He sounded small and helpless just like when we were kids. I shook my head, half buried in my pillow. A quiet rustle of him moving around was heard and then I felt his slim arm around my waist. I was so confused I couldn’t breath. The tip of his nose nudged my neck. It was cold and that made me smile. I filled my lungs with air and made sure I breathed out in time with Mikey’s exhale. His chest against my back, it felt incredibly right.

“Gee, I don’t want you to be sad…”

Minutes passed in silence. Mikey pressed his slim body closer. The heat and the intimacy made my head spin.

“Mmm… You smell so good…” He voice was muffled, like he was about to fall asleep but his words made me right awake.

I had to look at him. I just had to. So I turned around slowly. The sight was breathtaking. He had taken off his glasses and he watched me close, really close. I was greeted with the sight of messy hair, big brown eyes, and luscious lips. He was so close. And he smiled. All my feelings that had been locked up deep inside of me for so long, overflowed. The guilt and self-loading seemed to disappear. In a mix between relief and confusion tears fell down my cheek.

Mikey closed the gap between us and with the softest touch he kissed away my tears. He started out at my cheekbone before slowly moving his way down. When he kissed the corner of my mouth, I couldn’t help but draw a quick breath. If he hadn’t understood how I felt about him before, he must have gotten the picture then and there. That small sound revealed nothing but physical attraction. Shamefully I let Mikey make all the decisions and do all the work. I just lay there, passive and overwhelmed. It felt like hours passed until he placed his lips full onto mine and kissed me.

Not once since I had begun to look at my brother in the wrong kind of way had it occurred to me that he might feel the same. But when we broke the kiss and I heard Mikey gasp it kind of dawned on me that maybe, just maybe he wanted me too. I searched for his hand and when I found it, I laced my fingers with his and looked him deep in the eyes. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t. And maybe I didn’t have to; no other person in the world understood me as well as Mikey.

With an amazing kind of assertiveness Mikey got on top of me. There was nothing stopping us now. By moving forward at the same time our lips clashed together, hard, but soon enough we were kissing soft and tryingly. I had dreamed about this for so long, but the feel and taste of Mikey was even better than in my dreams. I wrapped my arms around my younger brother and pulled him closer. Soft touches and kisses, holding hands, cuddling underneath the covers – we didn’t fall asleep until the sun was rising over the campsite.

The next morning, or more correctly mid-day, I was the one to wake up first. I had to control myself from jolting up in shock when I felt Mikey’s slim body wrapped around mine. What had felt so wonderful and right in the middle of a drunken night was going to be scrutinized under the harsh daylight and I didn’t really know how to handle that.

Carefully not to wake my brother I slipped out of the tent and went to buy some breakfast. I was surprised to discover that I wasn’t even hung over. I felt pretty good considering the large amounts of alcohol that I had consumed. When I returned to our tent Mikey was up and sitting outside. My heart beat faster when I saw him. The paper box with coffee cups and muffins began to shake slightly when he smiled shyly at me. He must have felt equally nervous and uneasy about the situation as I did.

“Hi Mikes…” I placed our breakfast right next to him and tried to ignore my reddening cheeks.

”Morning Gee…”

”So… You’re okay? …”

“I’m okay.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Let’s have breakfast and then we can go check out some bands. Okay?”

”Okay.” I was glad that everything was kind of normal. The last thing I had wanted was for him, or me was to panic.

We strolled around the festival grounds, my brother and I. The sun was shining, music and cool stuff happening all around us and Mikey and I had kissed. Life couldn’t have been much better. We ate, watched a couple of more bands and had coffee.

Mikey walked besides me and all of a sudden I felt his slim fingers lace with mine. Instinctively I stopped and stared at him. He looked at me with eyes filled with innocence and hope.

“The sun’s setting, you wanna get back to the tent? Have some beer?” he asked shyly.

We both knew what he meant. He was blushing hard and looked down on the ground, but his hand was still in mine. I smiled so much my cheeks hurt.

“Sure, Mikes, what ever you want.”

With my eyes I tried to explain to him that I would do anything for him. I’d give him all he wanted if he’d just ask me. When we got back to the tent, the neighbour girls more or less forced us to party with them. But this night, Mikey wasn’t as talkative as the night before. We drank our beer and listened to their tedious conversation. Mikey kept close to me and I did most of the talking. He leaned his head on my shoulder and played with the edge of my t-shirt. He must have snaked his hand into my pocket because suddenly he sat with a small zip-bag in his hands. He stared at the contents.

When I finally noticed what he had gotten hold of I held my breath in shock. I never meant for him to know that I was doing amphetamine. Mikey stood up and pulled me up by my wrist.

“Sorry ladies but me and my brother have some business to take care of,” Mikey stated frankly.

He got us both inside the tent and pushed me to the ground. I formed different excuses and lies to explain the bag that he still held in his hand. But my thoughts were interrupted when Mikey straddled my legs and kissed me eagerly on the mouth.

“Show me Gee…” he whispered with a husky voice that turned me instantly hard.

“W-what?!” I stuttered.

He placed the small bag on my chest and his hand right above my beating heart. Slowly I began to understand what he wanted.

“No Mikey… I can’t…”

I had kissed my brother that alone was such a terrible thing to do. I couldn’t introduce him to drugs. His eyes burned like fire when he begged.

“Please Gee. I want to. It will be okay.”

He opened the baggy carefully. With the amazing tip of his tongue he wet his index finger, a small movement, but maybe the hottest thing I had ever seen. I heard myself sigh. He dipped his finger into the pale gray substance, moved it to his mouth and licked the powder off.

“Mikey…” I moaned. ”Don’t… You… Oh shit…”

“Well it’s too late now. I’ve done it and I want more. There’s nothing you can do to stop me so you might as well show me the right way to do this.”

He looked like he did when he was seven and had beaten me at my favourite videogame; triumphant and slightly scared at the same time. He wet his lips and let his hand travel down from my chest to my stomach.

“Please?”

I could never resist him and he knew it. I nodded. He smiled, gave me a quick kiss and got off me. I missed the feel of him on top of me, but ignored it and took the bag from his hands. I cut two perfect lines, one much smaller that the other.

“This is powerful shit. Not like the coke people take at clubs so be careful. It’s gonna sting and leave a bitter taste in your mouth. Don’t get all scared if you get a nose bleed, you probably will since you’d always got them when you were younger, okay? And promise me that you stay by my side the whole time. I don’t want you running off all high and…”

”I promise.”

We did our lines and stayed inside the tent drinking beer and waited for the amphetamine to reach our brains. Soon Mikey began to crack his neck and I knew that he was getting high. His dark brown eyes grew even darker and he smiled. I smiled back.

We went to see a couple of bands and I felt like I was on top of the world. Mikey stood behind me, swaying to the music and I felt his hard on pressing against my butt. I doubted that he was fully aware of what he was doing, but I didn’t care. His arms around my waist, his breath on my neck, everything was too good to reject.

I began to rationalize things in my head, telling myself that it wasn’t that bad. It couldn’t be wrong when it felt so good. That it was okay since he seemed to want it too. I turned around a stole a kiss from him. He kissed me back and smiled. At that hot former air force base, in a crowd with more than two hundred thousand people we didn’t know, we had just actually kissed in public. My heart and soul overflowed with joy. He closed his thin arms around my neck and we kissed.

Hours passed and we had the greatest time. We tried not to kiss too often, but under the cover of darkness and the crowd my hands explored Mikey’s body and his mine. I let my hand travel in under his t-shirt, his skin was soft and I traced the small line of hair from his bellybutton down in under his boxers. Mikey’s breathing got rugged.

“Let’s go back to the tent. I wanna go back. Please Gee…”

I couldn’t walk fast enough and cursed the crowd for keeping us away from our tent. Once there, we were so impatient that we took everything but our boxers off before we realized what we were doing. Mikey soon got shy and covered his groin with his pillow. I was so close to my most intimate and secret dream that I couldn’t turn back.

I leaned forward, placed my hand on his pillow and removed it from his lap. His boxers bulged in the front and both of us looked at his arousal, covered only by the thin fabric of his shorts. I moved closer, so close our naked legs touched. I took his hand and gave him a light squeeze. He squeezed back and nodded cautiously. I kissed his forehead.

“Tell me to stop. Mikey, please, tell me to stop…”

“No.” The simple word was more like a whimper.

“Then… at least tell me you want it…”

“I do, Gee. I want you to… Please, touch me.”

I removed his boxers slowly. I sat next to him and let my hand stroke his inner thigh. I found his arousal and enveloped him with my hand. His skin was softer than silk. I moved my hand slowly and cautiously. He tilted his head back slightly with a timid smile on his lips.

He was beautiful, my innocent baby brother that I was about to corrupt so completely. But I wanted it too much to stop. So I moved my hand a bit quicker, but not too fast. I wanted to take it slow. I believed that it was the first time Mikey was touched by someone else or at least by other man. I leaned my head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear

“I wanna taste you Mikey, to have you in between my lips. I want to pleasure you. May I…?”

Mikey just stared at me and I feared I might have pushed it too far but then he gave me a kiss that took my breath away. That was all the answer I needed.

I kissed my way down his neck, moving further down by tracing invisible patterns with my tongue all over his chest and stomach. I reached my goal, closed my eyes and circled his flesh with my wanting lips. I caressed his length with my tongue, devouring the feeling of having him. I let him slip out and used my hand for a while. I watched Mikey, his eyes was closed and his mouth slightly opened.

My other hand soon found its way inside my boxers. I needed friction badly and didn’t have the courage to ask for Mikey to touch me. I was just happy that I got to touch him I didn’t want to push my luck. So I jerked myself off in time with my moves up and down Mikey’s lovely hard on. I swallowed him once more and the way he gasped for air was about the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Mikey’s hands moved from my head down my back and under the lining of my boxers.

Having him touching me in that way turned me on beyond belief. I moved quicker up and down his length and my muffled moans made him pant harder. His long fingers in my hair tugged for me to slow down.

“Oh Gee, wait, I’m gonna…”

But I didn’t want to wait; I wanted to make him moan my name, to feel him buck underneath me. I wanted to taste his pleasure. I flicked the tip of my tongue right where his head met his shaft. Mikey held onto my hair like his life depended on it, yet the slight pain was a sweet reminder of how much he wanted me.

Everything happened so fast but I know I will remember every second of it for the rest of my life. Mikey sighed my name, just like I had predicted. Then the hot rush of bittersweet cum hit my tongue. His thin body trembled in the aftermath of our sin. I lay down and wrapped my arms around my younger brother.

“I love you Mikey.” I patted his hair and stroke his back soothingly.

I was afraid he might feel guilty or sick and wanted to comfort him. But he surprised me; he wasn’t as innocent after all. He tilted his head up and kissed me.

“I love you too Gerard.” Another kiss followed, deeper this time. “And now I want to make love to you.”

Mikey pushed me down on my back and got on top. His hands roamed up and down my chest. He tugged at the lining and soon my boxers were all the way down at my ankles. It was too good to be true; Mikey’s mouth was all over my cock. I thought I was going to faint. Here he was, my perfect Mikey, sucking my cock. He was slightly awkward, but that made it even more adoring. I tried to register all the emotions and images that washed over me like a forceful tidal wave. How his slim thumb pressed down on my hipbone, the high-voltage flashes that dashed through my entire system, the short sequence of jolts when he took all of me into his warm mouth. I wanted to remember it all since I was convinced that it would never happen again. I will never forget the horror when he let me go and sat up straight on his legs. I held my breath.

“Gerard?” He looked down at me with a serious frown.

“What’s wrong Mikey?” I was just about to get up when he pressed me down by the shoulder.

“Nothing… I just wondered about… You know…” He looked at me from under lowered lashes. “Protection and stuff…”

“Oh… Okay.” I searched through my backpack and handed the things we needed to him.”Mikey, are you sure about this?”

He looked at me with darkened eyes. I needed to know it wasn’t just because of the amphetamine. I wanted him to tell me he wanted this as much as I did.

“I’d never wanted anything more in my entire life. I’ve dreamt about this since I was fourteen. I want you so badly Gerard.”

He kissed me but let go quickly. When I met his eyes again they were filled with tears.

“Oh I’m sorry Gee. I didn’t… Oh shit! I never…”

He shook, breathing uneven and he was close to panicking. I sat up and hugged him close.

“Mikes, what’s wrong? Tell me!”

”You’re the one that’s hesitating. You don’t want me the way I want you. I’m sorry. I should have known.”

I pushed him off me so I could look him in the eyes.

“No! No. No Mikey, that’s not it at all. I want you! But … you know… I am the older one and if… someone would find out…” I took a deep breath. “I just needed to know that you don’t feel like you have to do this, or…”

He shut me up effectively by kissing me. He guided my hand towards his groin.

“Can you feel how badly I want you Gee? Can we just do this? Please!”

I took control of my hand and opened the small tube. Mikey watched close as I poured the liquid into the palm of my hand but he closed his eyes involuntarily when I began to spread it all over his hard on, then later down his fingers. I wanted this to be nothing but pleasurable so I thought I better give the kid some instructions.

“You need to… or maybe I should… Just use you fingers before…”

I laid down as Mikey placed himself between my thighs. His hand trembled and I wanted him to feel good about this, to feel safe. But all I could think about was nodding so I did. He smiled tryingly and pushed his finger against my tight muscle. I relaxed and he looked kind of surprised as he slipped inside of me. Then he sighed.

The small sound was so cute and hot at the same time I couldn’t help but smiling. I was kind of glad that at least I knew what to do. It would have been even more awkward if I had been a virgin too.

“One more,” I eager him on and he complied. “I’m ready. Do it.”

I couldn’t look at him. He was too beautiful. I was too close already. I shut my eyes and concentrated on my breathing and relaxing. Mikey moved so slowly and carefully I knew it wouldn’t work.

“Harder Mikey, you got to push harder.”

“Sorry.”

He sounded small and scared.

“No, it’s okay. I won’t break. Don’t worry.”

I tilted my hips to meet his thrust. And then he entered me.

I thought I was going to faint. I had to force my eyes open and I was glad that I did. He was so beautiful. Dark eyes looking down at me like he was going to eat me alive.

“Shit.” Mikey panted.

“Yeah, I know.” I smiled up at him.

A short and stupid little conversation but we knew exactly what the other one meant. No words needed. Mikey pulled back slowly, grabbed my hip and pushed inside again. My cock twitched in between our bodies and I pulled him close and kissed him. The sweet taste of his tongue made me buck off the ground and that was when he hit my sensitive spot deep inside. I cried out in pleasure but he misunderstood and pulled back.

“Sorry…” Mikey said as he looked me worryingly in the eyes.

”No… Do it again. Please. Harder.”

I could tell by the way he smiled that he enjoyed me begging for him to fuck me. Mikey moved his hips forward, repeating the pattern of his previous thrust. The small sound of pure lust that escaped his beautiful lips sent shivers down my spine and made me, if possible, even harder. To have him inside of me was the connection I had been dreaming of for so long. Mikey was holding back, biting his lower lip, trying hard not to come. I was close and folded my fingers around my cock. But Mikey removed it harshly and replaced it with his own. After only a few strokes of his slim fingers I came harder than ever before. As my muscles squeezed down around him I felt my brother’s release inside of me, hot and overwhelming.

We fell asleep inside my sleeping bag, naked and cuddled close. We woke up several times that night, sleep shallow due to the drugs, every time equally hard. With hands, lips and tongues we satisfied each other.

Morning came and I woke up slowly, slightly sore and with a headache. It didn’t stop me from smiling as I watched my beautiful brother sleep. I almost panicked when he opened his eyes, scared and uncertain of our future. But then Mikey closed the gap between us. We both closed our eyes when we kissed, slightly ashamed of our need for the other and embarrassed of the pleasure we had shared. With a few simple words and a soft kiss Mikey told me what he wanted.

“Let’s continue this at home.”
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