Narcissus Series | By : VenusMoon Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2013 -:- 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. |
Disclaimer: I live in a fictional fanstasy world. This is the result.
“Gee!” Mikey called from his seat on the second bed of their hotel room. “Gee, you gotta come read this!”
Gerard looked up from his sketchpad and groaned as he found his brother once again staring at the screen of his laptop, giggling maniacally.
“No, I’m not reading any more porn written about me and you, or you and Frank, or me and a farm animal, or whatever these people write about,” he replied, returning to his drawing.
“I promise it isn’t porn this time. Please read it,” Mikey said in his best pouty voice as he flopped down beside Gerard, laptop in hand. Gerard sighed and dropped his sketchpad, turning to read over Mikey’s shoulder. He was a tiny bit curious as to what his brother was finding so damned funny.
“Here,” Mikey said, pointing to the screen as he adjusted himself so Gerard could see it clearly. He hid a mischievous grin as Gerard’s eyes found the top of the message board thread.
Has anyone else ever noticed how conceited Gerard seems to be?
“Man, what the fuck ever, Mikey,” Gerard grumbled, reaching for his drawing. “I am so not conceited.”
“Wait! It gets better!” Mikey said as he scrolled down. “Listen to this. Frankieluvr2000 says-” he paused, clearing his throat dramatically before continuing in a fake teenaged girl voice, “I know, right? Like, he’s always checking himself out in the monitors during interviews and stuff. It’s funny.”
“What the fuck? I do not!” Gerard said, yanking the computer from Mikey’s grasp, his expression growing ever more indignant with every new comment. Mikey giggled uncontrollably with each muttered ‘I’ve never done that!’ or ‘Where the hell do they get this shit?’ that Gerard emitted.
“Stop laughing, this is bullshit! I’m not in love with myself and you know it!” Gerard snapped as he stood up, aware that he sounded like bratty child.
“Who are you trying to convince?” Mikey asked, still laughing.
“Oh, blow me Mikey,” Gerard spat as he stepped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He could still hear Mikey’s obnoxious giggle as he undressed and turned on the shower. The soothing water did nothing to calm his irritation, and when he finished and stepped from the tub he was still fuming.
“Where do they get off saying that shit?” he asked himself as he shook the excess water from his hair, pausing to as he caught his image in the mirror just as his hair fell mysteriously over his face.
“But, they’re right, I know I’m gorgeous,” he said, grinning and blowing himself a kiss in the mirror. He took a moment to let his eyes wander lower, over his smooth chest and tight abs that were still glistening from the shower.
“I’d so do me,” he said, turning a bit to check out his ass, or as much of it as he could in the small mirror. He ran his hands over his chest and abdomen, wiggling his eyebrows and and hissing as he flicked at his own nipples.
“Oh yeah, you know you’d hit this,” he said, giving his ass a light tap and squeezing it as he thrust his hips forward playfully. All of this ‘self love’ was causing Gerard to become aroused, and he allowed his hand to slide further down his water-slicked abdomen, pausing just below his navel. He gazed into his reflected eyes and licked his lips as he took his erection into his hand and began slowly stroking, imagining his own beautiful mouth wrapping around his length. His cock twitched at that image and he moaned, closing his eyes as he increased his speed. He let his mind play with the fantasy, imagining what it must be like to be fucked by beautiful Gerard Way. He looked into the mirror again, picturing that long, black hair, damp from exertion, falling across his face as he pounded into…himself.
“Oh God, yes. Fuck me Gerard,” he gasped, watching his own features tighten with pleasure as his strokes became furious and needy, and he came with a strangled cry of his own name before collapsing, panting against the mirror.
Once recovered from his self-induced, mind-blowing orgasm, he glanced into the mirror again, admiring the beauty of his sex-flushed cheeks.
“If only,” he said dreamily as he washed the evidence from his hands and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stepped out of the bathroom to find Mikey once again in front of the computer, wearing a satisfied smirk.
“What are you grinning about?” Gerard asked as he flipped through his suitcase in search of something clean.
“Oh God, yes. Fuck me Gerard!” Gerard’s head snapped up to find Mikey holding a small tape recorder.
“You little bastard, I’m gonna kill you!” Gerard screamed, lunging after his little brother. But Mikey was too quick for him. He rolled off the bed just as Gerard was about to land on top of him, leaped over the second bed, then darted out the door. Gerard was hot on his tail, holding on to his towel for dear life as he chased his brother down the hotel corridor.
“Frankie!” Mikey screamed, pounding on his band mate’s door. “Let me in! I got it!”
“No fucking way,” Frank laughed as he opened the door.
“You owe me 50 bucks!” Ray’s voice echoed from inside the room. Mikey squealed when Gerard caught up and lunged after him again, but Frank pulled him into the room, causing Gerard to run smack into the door as it closed.
“You guys fucking bet on me?” he called through the door. He could hear the three of them laughing hysterically as Mikey played the tape. “Bastards.”
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