Wrong is Relative

Disclaimer: Same as before. Nightwish owns the song.

A/N: Story has switched to Mike's point of view. And remember, he's fourteen so that's why the tone is strange.

Wrong is Relative
Part Two

You were my first love
The earth moving under me
Bedroom scent, beauty ardent
Distant shiver, heaven sent

I don't think it's wrong to love somebody. As long as they don't hurt you, what's wrong with it? That's why I sneak into Gee's room every night and lay down next to him and let his arms snake around me. That's why we share a few kisses every morning when I wake up.

That's why we lock the door so Mom and Dad can't come in unannounced. That's why he won't touch me at school. That's why I'm obsessively looking up the laws on incest.

It's not fair. It's not fair that they tell you who you can't love. I mean, I know it's a bit strange to be in love with Gerard, but stranger things have happened. Like my Algebra teacher going nuts in class and thinking she was on Mars.

I wrote all that into my notebook on a Saturday. I read it a couple of times and then burnt it. I know it would be stupid to carry that around. Someone might find it. And I can't leave it in my room because Mom might go on one of her cleaning sprees.

It's Tuesday now. Mom and Dad are out bowling and I'm in Gerard's room on the bed letting him sketch me. I don't like it when he draws me, but he does so I let him. He always has this weird sort of smile on his face when he's drawing. He never makes it any other time. It's halfway between a smile and halfway between a laugh and halfway between a frown. I don't really know how to describe it.

"Hold still, Mikey." he says for the fifth time.

"My foot was falling asleep!"

"I'm almost done. I've just got to do your eyes, so can you hold still for five more minutes, please?" He grins as I stick my tongue out at him. "My, my. Aren't we the mature one?"

"So funny I forgot to laugh."

"Lame comeback." he replies, staring straight at me. His eyes hold mine for a moment, then he looks at his sketchbook again. "Done!" He comes over to the bed and sits down next to me, holding the drawing out for me to see.

God, it's perfect. It makes me want to kiss him, so I do. "It's gorgeous, Gee."

He smiles. "That's because I drew you."

"No, it's because you drew it." I say back.

"I don't like it when you argue with me." he says.

"Get used to it."

He puts one hand behind my head and pulls me to him for a hard kiss. His lips move to my neck and I tense automatically. We've never done anything more than kiss.

"Mikey?" he asks, pulling away. "You all right? You want me to stop?" He's biting on his bottom lip.

I shake my head. "Just shocked me's all."

Gerard puts his hand on my chest and pushes, so I'm laying back on the bed. He straddles my waist and starts kissing my neck again, his hands slowly running up and down my sides.

I get this weird feeling, like I'm rolling down a hill or something. It's not a bad feeling though, just weird.

Gerard bites down on my neck, right where the pulse is and starts sucking. And that's when it happens . . .

I blush uncontrollably as I start to get hard.

He smiles against my neck. "Someone likes this. Someone likes this very much."

"Gee . . ."

"There's nothing wrong with that, Mikey. Nothing at all." he says simply, kissing my neck and raising his head to look in my eyes. "Are you trying to tell my you don't jack off?"

God, he's so profane.

I don't even feel his hand leave me side, but I feel it when he rubs me through my jeans. "Fuck." I feel my hips buck upward almost against my will. God, I feel so young.

He giggles. Giggles. I'll never get over his stupid laugh. "You're so pretty when you're horny." he says, kissing my cheek. "So . . . what are we going to do about this?"

"I . . . don't know." How lame does that sound?

"Oh, I think I do." Gerard says in this weird, almost girly voice. He unbuttons and unzips my jeans before I can say anything else.

"What are you doing?" It's not anger or fear even, it's just sort of shock and surprise. I know exactly what he's planning on doing. Or at least, I think I do.

"I'm going to give you a blowjob, silly." Gerard says as if it's the most obvious thing to do.

"Wh-What?"

His expression gets serious for a minute. "I won't if you don't want me to." he says quickly.

"Are you fucking insane? Of course I want you to."

He laughs and tugs the jeans and boxers off my barely there hips. For some odd reason Gerard loves my hips. Sure enough, after he's thrown the pants and boxers across the room, he kisses my hips before he even gets close to my dick.

"Gee . . ." I'm whining and I know it.

Then . . . his mouth's on me. His tongue's swirling around the head of cock and licking the slit and then he just . . . I'm in his mouth entirely and his tongue's hitting all the right places.

I grip the sheets in my hands fighting screams. But God, it feels so good. On second though, scratch God. I don't think now's the right time to use his name.

"Gerard?" I ask before I come because I know I'm going to soon if he doesn't stop.

"Yeah?" He looks up at me. There's a bit of precome on his lip and it makes me blush.

"Gee . . . would you . . . would you fuck me?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"But, why?" Doesn't he love me? I thought he wanted me. All of me.

"Because, I'd never fuck you, Mikey. I'll make love to you, though."

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First one finger, then two. It hurts, but I just bite my lip and turn my head. "If it hurts, tell me and we'll stop."

"It . . . it doesn't hurt that bad, Gee. I-I know it's going to hurt. It's fine. I want you. I don't care."

He's really slow going into me. I'm just glad I'm not on my knees. Now I can look at his eyes while he does this. While my big brother takes my virginity.

He barely moves at first and then his thrusts get longer, but they're still slow and I gasp when he hits this spot inside of me.

"Fuck, Gerard!"

He puts his hand over my mouth. "Mom and Dad could come home. Just stay a little quiet, okay?"

It's hard, but I manage. I'm whispering his name over and over and he's kissing me neck and then . . .

I've never come that hard in my life. And I feel him come inside of me and it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt. Gerard inside of me. Gerard loves me.

And suddenly I want to climb on top of the tallest building I can and scream it to the world. 'Gerard loves me! Gerard loves Mikey! Gerard loves me!'

He pulls out of me slowly and we just lay there for a little while. He's playing with my hair and telling my I'm beautiful.

I'm glad my back's to him because I don't want him seeing the tears swimming in my eyes. If only they could see this. See how much he loves me, how he takes care of me.

Then would they realize it's love? It's just love.

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Yeah. I think there'll be a third part. And that'll probably be it because I have a plot bunny. Evil little bastard.

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