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impertinence, yay! SHE KNOWS WHY.
Beneath the cut is Waycest! With some Frank/Mikey and Bert/Gerard and Gerard/Lyn-Z. Yep. A little less than 2000 words, not all that graphic.
always seriously joking (and rambunctiously soft-spoken)
by Pearl-o
*****
There was this one time when Mikey was twelve, and he woke up in the middle of the night. He kind of had to piss, and he was about to get up and head to the bathroom when Gerard made this weird noise from across the room.
For about half a second, Mikey thought Gerard must be in pain or something. Then he realized he was an idiot, because Gerard was definitely not in pain. Not at all.
Mikey held himself really still in his bed and breathed through his nose. Gerard wasn't very loud, but he kept making these little kind of whimpering noises. Like a dog who just got his tail stepped on, or something. It should have been pretty ridiculous, but it wasn't.
It was only like a minute or two before Gerard let out this little breathy gasp and then went quiet. Mikey waited a little while after that before he pretended to wake up, with exaggeratedly big movements, and finally went to the bathroom.
He had to jerk off at the toilet before he could even pee. It wasn't the first time or anything like that, but he remembered it for a long time afterward, because he still thought about it sometimes, even years later, when he was masturbating and just let his mind wander wherever it wanted.
*****
When Mikey was fourteen, he made Gerard show him his porn.
Gerard really didn't want to, but Mikey insisted. "That's one of your responsibilities as a big brother. Come on, Gee."
That line always worked on Gerard. Mikey was pretty careful not to overuse it, for just that reason.
So Gerard caved, of course. Mikey sat on his bed and closed his eyes while Gerard got his magazines and pictures from his secret hiding place. As if Mikey didn't already know Gerard's secret hiding place was on the top shelf of the closet behind the old baseball cards. He'd checked out all the dirty stuff by himself when Gerard wasn't home, anyway. He just wanted Gerard to show him.
Gerard's taste in stuff was weird. From what Mikey had gathered from guys at school and careful trials on the internet, most guys got by with Playboys and girls in skimpy bikinis. Gerard had this weird mixture of stuff. There was stuff that looked really old, all black and white and crumbling, with smiling chubby naked ladies, and other stuff that Mikey was pretty sure was hermaphrodites, and other stuff that was just weirdly artsy and Mikey didn't get at all.
None of it was really the sort of thing that Mikey found really sexy, except for how there just being naked people was kind of enough for his dick. Plus there was the way Gerard was blushing, his whole face turning red, which was kind of fascinating. He was shifting a lot, too, awkward from side to side.
Mikey bit his lip and pressed the heel of his hand hard against the crotch of his jeans.
Gerard squawked and dropped his porn on the floor. "Jesus, Mikey, could you -- could you not?"
"Don't be such a prude," Mikey said, rolling his eyes. "It's porn. That's what it's for."
"You're disgusting," Gerard said, but he didn't stand up or walk away or anything, not even when Mikey started unbuttoning his own jeans, or even when he stuck his hand down his boxers.
Mikey stroked himself slowly, staring down at the shape of his hand moving under the cloth. "Have you had sex? For real, I mean, with an actual girl?"
"...no," said Gerard, after a pause.
"You'll tell me about it when you do, though, right?"
There was an even longer pause before Gerard said, "yeah."
Mikey looked over at Gerard, then. He was sitting still, his hands spread wide over his thighs. He was looking down, so his hair was falling all over his face in a black wave.
"Are you really going to just sit there? That's kind of weird, dude."
"You're kind of weird," Gerard said, and Mikey could see the corner of his smile.
Mikey nudged him lightly with his left shoulder. "I know you've got a boner."
"Shut up," Gerard muttered. Mikey closed his eyes to give him a little privacy, thinking about Gerard's porn and listening to the way their breaths were almost but not exactly in tandem.
*****
Frank owned a lot of porn, but it was all pretty mainstream stuff. It was always all over the apartment, though, right out in public, just like everything else they never bothered to put away or find an actual spot for. Sometimes when Mikey got home Frank would be sitting on the couch, jerking off to some sexy nurses or something. Mikey would just roll his eyes and go to the kitchen to find some poptarts for dinner.
One time he came home and Frank was jerking off on the couch, but it wasn't to his normal stuff.
Mikey leaned against the back of the couch and watched for a minute. The men weren't even that attractive, really. Bear and twink, and both with the sort of weird muscles that looked fake and were probably only there from weird drugs or steroids. But the twink had a really nice ass, and the bear had a really nice cock, and most of the shots weren't concentrating on anything more than the close-up of the one in the other.
"I didn't know you were into guys," Mikey said.
Frank laughed a little breathlessly, not even pausing the movement of his arm. "I'm full of surprises, Mikey Way."
It turned out Mikey was into guys, too. This wasn't that much of a surprise, but it was interesting to get such detailed confirmation.
It was surprising to Gerard, though, it seemed. The next day when they met up at Starbucks and Mikey told him "I got fucked in the ass last night" Gerard split his coffee all over the table and both their shirts.
Mikey bought him a new cup, though, so it was okay.
*****
The second time Gerard came back in the morning after disappearing with Bert all night long, he curled up with Mikey in the very back of the van and rested his head in Mikey's lap. He smelt like booze and smoke and maybe a tiny bit like puke and sex. Most of the other guys were sleeping in the other seats, though Ray had his headphones on, bouncing his head occasionally near the front.
Gerard let out a sigh, and Mikey patted his head. His hair was soft, even all greasy and dirty like this.
"Mikey," Gerard said, "Mikey, Mikey."
"Gerard."
"Mikey, I need your help." Gerard opened his eyes and looked up at Mikey, sad and plaintive.
"Okay," Mikey said.
"You've sucked cock before. How do you do it?"
Mikey let out a loud giggle.
"No, I mean it. It didn't look that hard, but I kept choking and shit! I mean, luckily Bert just thought it was funny, but for fuck's sake, you know? It was really fucking frustrating." Gerard was almost pouting.
Mikey was still giggling. He said, "Fuck, Gerard, I don't know how to describe it. It's just something you do.
Gerard made a face. "Thanks, Mikey. That's not helpful."
"Sorry, Gee." He shrugged. "You know what they say. Practice makes perfect."
"Yeah," Gerard said. "I guess." He let out a heavy sigh and turned onto his side, his head still heavy on Mikey's thigh. Mikey put on his headphones and closed his eyes.
*****
Mikey only spent a couple of nights in his own bedroom at the Paramour before he couldn't take it anymore. After that, he slept in Gerard's room. At first it was just inside the room, near the door; then still on the floor, but closer, where he could reach Gerard if he needed to make sure he was there in the middle of the night; and then finally in Gerard's bed.
He dreamed less in Gerard's bed, but the dreams were still pretty bad. Some nights he didn't sleep at all, just huddled under the blanket, holding on to Gerard like an anchor keeping him from floating away.
Some nights he'd wake up in the middle of the night, curled around Gerard, pushing his erection against Gerard's thigh. Those nights he'd get up and sit back down on the floor and stare at the opposite wall until morning came and Gerard woke up again.
"I love you, Mikey," Gerard said once, holding Mikey's face in his hands. He kissed Mikey's forehead and cheeks and eyelids and then his lips. "I love you."
"I love you too, Gee," Mikey said, his eyes still closed.
*****
The summer after Gerard got married, Mikey came over to stay, just for the weekend. They weren't on tour, for the first time in a long while, but Lindsey was, and "I don't know," Gerard had said over the phone, "it's just weird, you know? The place feels so big."
They sat on the couch, watching horror movies. It was a decent sized couch, but they smooshed together anyway, stuck in the very corner, sharing a cushion. They spent the first movie throwing kernels of popcorn at each other, but after that Mikey sat back and lay his head against Gerard's shoulder. After a while, Gerard put his arm around Mikey's shoulders, warm and a little sweaty.
By the end of the night, Mikey had slung his legs over the side of the couch, so he was half in Gerard's lap by the time the last movie finished.
"Let's go to bed, Mikey Way," Gerard said. He pushed at him, but not very hard.
Mikey shook his head. "Don't wanna."
"You're a lazy fucker."
"Fuck you," said Mikey.
"I'm married now!" Gerard said, faking disapproval, and Mikey muffled a laugh into his chest.
"I had you first. She'd understand."
"She probably would, actually," Gerard said thoughtfully, and Mikey's head jerked up with a sudden movement to stare at him.
"You look like a deer in the headlights, Mikey," Gerard said. He leaned forward, kissing Mikey lightly on the mouth. "Come on. Get off me, and we can go to bed."
Mikey shifted off his lap silently. Gerard stood up, stretching, and then looked back at him and smiled.
"Come on, Mikey," he said again, and he held out his hand.
"Okay," said Mikey. He took it.
impertinence, yay! SHE KNOWS WHY.Beneath the cut is Waycest! With some Frank/Mikey and Bert/Gerard and Gerard/Lyn-Z. Yep. A little less than 2000 words, not all that graphic.
always seriously joking (and rambunctiously soft-spoken)
by Pearl-o
*****
There was this one time when Mikey was twelve, and he woke up in the middle of the night. He kind of had to piss, and he was about to get up and head to the bathroom when Gerard made this weird noise from across the room.
For about half a second, Mikey thought Gerard must be in pain or something. Then he realized he was an idiot, because Gerard was definitely not in pain. Not at all.
Mikey held himself really still in his bed and breathed through his nose. Gerard wasn't very loud, but he kept making these little kind of whimpering noises. Like a dog who just got his tail stepped on, or something. It should have been pretty ridiculous, but it wasn't.
It was only like a minute or two before Gerard let out this little breathy gasp and then went quiet. Mikey waited a little while after that before he pretended to wake up, with exaggeratedly big movements, and finally went to the bathroom.
He had to jerk off at the toilet before he could even pee. It wasn't the first time or anything like that, but he remembered it for a long time afterward, because he still thought about it sometimes, even years later, when he was masturbating and just let his mind wander wherever it wanted.
*****
When Mikey was fourteen, he made Gerard show him his porn.
Gerard really didn't want to, but Mikey insisted. "That's one of your responsibilities as a big brother. Come on, Gee."
That line always worked on Gerard. Mikey was pretty careful not to overuse it, for just that reason.
So Gerard caved, of course. Mikey sat on his bed and closed his eyes while Gerard got his magazines and pictures from his secret hiding place. As if Mikey didn't already know Gerard's secret hiding place was on the top shelf of the closet behind the old baseball cards. He'd checked out all the dirty stuff by himself when Gerard wasn't home, anyway. He just wanted Gerard to show him.
Gerard's taste in stuff was weird. From what Mikey had gathered from guys at school and careful trials on the internet, most guys got by with Playboys and girls in skimpy bikinis. Gerard had this weird mixture of stuff. There was stuff that looked really old, all black and white and crumbling, with smiling chubby naked ladies, and other stuff that Mikey was pretty sure was hermaphrodites, and other stuff that was just weirdly artsy and Mikey didn't get at all.
None of it was really the sort of thing that Mikey found really sexy, except for how there just being naked people was kind of enough for his dick. Plus there was the way Gerard was blushing, his whole face turning red, which was kind of fascinating. He was shifting a lot, too, awkward from side to side.
Mikey bit his lip and pressed the heel of his hand hard against the crotch of his jeans.
Gerard squawked and dropped his porn on the floor. "Jesus, Mikey, could you -- could you not?"
"Don't be such a prude," Mikey said, rolling his eyes. "It's porn. That's what it's for."
"You're disgusting," Gerard said, but he didn't stand up or walk away or anything, not even when Mikey started unbuttoning his own jeans, or even when he stuck his hand down his boxers.
Mikey stroked himself slowly, staring down at the shape of his hand moving under the cloth. "Have you had sex? For real, I mean, with an actual girl?"
"...no," said Gerard, after a pause.
"You'll tell me about it when you do, though, right?"
There was an even longer pause before Gerard said, "yeah."
Mikey looked over at Gerard, then. He was sitting still, his hands spread wide over his thighs. He was looking down, so his hair was falling all over his face in a black wave.
"Are you really going to just sit there? That's kind of weird, dude."
"You're kind of weird," Gerard said, and Mikey could see the corner of his smile.
Mikey nudged him lightly with his left shoulder. "I know you've got a boner."
"Shut up," Gerard muttered. Mikey closed his eyes to give him a little privacy, thinking about Gerard's porn and listening to the way their breaths were almost but not exactly in tandem.
*****
Frank owned a lot of porn, but it was all pretty mainstream stuff. It was always all over the apartment, though, right out in public, just like everything else they never bothered to put away or find an actual spot for. Sometimes when Mikey got home Frank would be sitting on the couch, jerking off to some sexy nurses or something. Mikey would just roll his eyes and go to the kitchen to find some poptarts for dinner.
One time he came home and Frank was jerking off on the couch, but it wasn't to his normal stuff.
Mikey leaned against the back of the couch and watched for a minute. The men weren't even that attractive, really. Bear and twink, and both with the sort of weird muscles that looked fake and were probably only there from weird drugs or steroids. But the twink had a really nice ass, and the bear had a really nice cock, and most of the shots weren't concentrating on anything more than the close-up of the one in the other.
"I didn't know you were into guys," Mikey said.
Frank laughed a little breathlessly, not even pausing the movement of his arm. "I'm full of surprises, Mikey Way."
It turned out Mikey was into guys, too. This wasn't that much of a surprise, but it was interesting to get such detailed confirmation.
It was surprising to Gerard, though, it seemed. The next day when they met up at Starbucks and Mikey told him "I got fucked in the ass last night" Gerard split his coffee all over the table and both their shirts.
Mikey bought him a new cup, though, so it was okay.
*****
The second time Gerard came back in the morning after disappearing with Bert all night long, he curled up with Mikey in the very back of the van and rested his head in Mikey's lap. He smelt like booze and smoke and maybe a tiny bit like puke and sex. Most of the other guys were sleeping in the other seats, though Ray had his headphones on, bouncing his head occasionally near the front.
Gerard let out a sigh, and Mikey patted his head. His hair was soft, even all greasy and dirty like this.
"Mikey," Gerard said, "Mikey, Mikey."
"Gerard."
"Mikey, I need your help." Gerard opened his eyes and looked up at Mikey, sad and plaintive.
"Okay," Mikey said.
"You've sucked cock before. How do you do it?"
Mikey let out a loud giggle.
"No, I mean it. It didn't look that hard, but I kept choking and shit! I mean, luckily Bert just thought it was funny, but for fuck's sake, you know? It was really fucking frustrating." Gerard was almost pouting.
Mikey was still giggling. He said, "Fuck, Gerard, I don't know how to describe it. It's just something you do.
Gerard made a face. "Thanks, Mikey. That's not helpful."
"Sorry, Gee." He shrugged. "You know what they say. Practice makes perfect."
"Yeah," Gerard said. "I guess." He let out a heavy sigh and turned onto his side, his head still heavy on Mikey's thigh. Mikey put on his headphones and closed his eyes.
*****
Mikey only spent a couple of nights in his own bedroom at the Paramour before he couldn't take it anymore. After that, he slept in Gerard's room. At first it was just inside the room, near the door; then still on the floor, but closer, where he could reach Gerard if he needed to make sure he was there in the middle of the night; and then finally in Gerard's bed.
He dreamed less in Gerard's bed, but the dreams were still pretty bad. Some nights he didn't sleep at all, just huddled under the blanket, holding on to Gerard like an anchor keeping him from floating away.
Some nights he'd wake up in the middle of the night, curled around Gerard, pushing his erection against Gerard's thigh. Those nights he'd get up and sit back down on the floor and stare at the opposite wall until morning came and Gerard woke up again.
"I love you, Mikey," Gerard said once, holding Mikey's face in his hands. He kissed Mikey's forehead and cheeks and eyelids and then his lips. "I love you."
"I love you too, Gee," Mikey said, his eyes still closed.
*****
The summer after Gerard got married, Mikey came over to stay, just for the weekend. They weren't on tour, for the first time in a long while, but Lindsey was, and "I don't know," Gerard had said over the phone, "it's just weird, you know? The place feels so big."
They sat on the couch, watching horror movies. It was a decent sized couch, but they smooshed together anyway, stuck in the very corner, sharing a cushion. They spent the first movie throwing kernels of popcorn at each other, but after that Mikey sat back and lay his head against Gerard's shoulder. After a while, Gerard put his arm around Mikey's shoulders, warm and a little sweaty.
By the end of the night, Mikey had slung his legs over the side of the couch, so he was half in Gerard's lap by the time the last movie finished.
"Let's go to bed, Mikey Way," Gerard said. He pushed at him, but not very hard.
Mikey shook his head. "Don't wanna."
"You're a lazy fucker."
"Fuck you," said Mikey.
"I'm married now!" Gerard said, faking disapproval, and Mikey muffled a laugh into his chest.
"I had you first. She'd understand."
"She probably would, actually," Gerard said thoughtfully, and Mikey's head jerked up with a sudden movement to stare at him.
"You look like a deer in the headlights, Mikey," Gerard said. He leaned forward, kissing Mikey lightly on the mouth. "Come on. Get off me, and we can go to bed."
Mikey shifted off his lap silently. Gerard stood up, stretching, and then looked back at him and smiled.
"Come on, Mikey," he said again, and he held out his hand.
"Okay," said Mikey. He took it.
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2/4/08 03:43 (UTC)*gets to work*
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2/4/08 04:00 (UTC)Adorable!
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2/4/08 04:52 (UTC)....yeah, that's all I've got.
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2/4/08 20:56 (UTC)(That is all.)
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18/7/08 22:29 (UTC)I blame you for the waycest addication I've seemed to stumble across.
*goes off to search for the gender!bender!waycest!pregnancy!fic*
All your fault.
BTW, I <3 this. I can't quite articulate it after 8 and a half hours of work, but... yeah - I <3 this.
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5/11/09 16:18 (UTC)I love that so much I don't even have WORDS for it. Also, I totally believe this is exactly how Frank operates.
It was surprising to Gerard, though, it seemed. The next day when they met up at Starbucks and Mikey told him "I got fucked in the ass last night" Gerard split his coffee all over the table and both their shirts.
*flails happily* That is AWESOME.
"You've sucked cock before. How do you do it?"
PEARL. I LOVE GERARD'S SAD FACE.
He leaned forward, kissing Mikey lightly on the mouth. "Come on. Get off me, and we can go to bed."
and I love that kiss right there SO MUCH I'M NOT EVEN SURE WHAT TO DO WITH IT.
you're awesome.