"Why didn't you play?" Gerard asks, keeping his voice soft. "Chelsea was playing." Mikey's been mooning over Chelsea for weeks now, and a game of spin the bottle was such an easy in for him. Gerard doesn't get why Mikey avoided the game and ditched the party early after he'd dragged Gerard all the way over there.
Mikey shrugs, shrinking further into his oversize hoodie. He looks smaller than usual, perched on the edge of the bed. "I don't know what I'm doing." His voice is so soft Gerard can barely make it out.
Gerard's eyes widen a little. "You don't?" Wow, he is the worst older brother ever. He'd always just assumed that Mikey had made it with a girl by now. Not that Mikey's dated in so many words, but he's always traveling in mixed groups, he knows fucking everybody, and Gerard's seen the way girls look at him.
Gerard tries not to let his frown show and drops onto the bed beside Mikey. Mikey doesn't look up, his entire focus stuck on the Star Wars pattern on the sheets, which he traces with a fingertip.
"Do you like, I mean. Do you want, like, some help with that?" It's odd, Gerard never feels awkward around Mikey, but at this very moment he does.
Mikey peels his gaze off the bedspread and looks up at Gerard, one eyebrow raised, looking a little confused. "How?"
Gerard clears his throat. "I could like. You know. Show you."
Mikey doesn't move, his expression doesn't even shift.
"You know, how to kiss." Gerard explains, feeling weirdly warm all of a sudden.
"You know how?" The corner of Mikey's mouth lifts in a smile. His tone is teasing and it's such a relief that Gerard grins back.
"Fuck you, I know how. I totally got to third base with Barbara." Gerard swats Mikey on the arm, but he's smiling around the words. Mikey is too, and laughing at him, so Gerard swats him again, giggling.
When they calm to silence and Gerard's flushed and bubbly from laughing, Mikey looks at him, his expression considering, and says, "Okay."
"Okay, what?" Gerard lost the thread of the conversation somewhere around the slapping.
"Okay, you can show me."
Gerard opens his mouth to ask show you what and then closes it again when he remembers his own words.
Mikey doesn't say anything, just watches Gerard through his thick glasses, not looking away even though his cheeks are a little pink. His hair's sitting flat on one side and he's got a zit on his cheekbone. It hits Gerard in a rush just how much Mikey's grown up in the last year or so. He's taller than Gerard now, his face has thinned out and he looks far more man than boy.
Gerard is suddenly a little breathless. It's like his heart is tickling inside his ribs. He pushes the feeling down and edges closer to Mikey on the bed.
"Okay." He says, his voice rough and low. Mikey's mouth pulls up a little in an almost-smile. He tilts his chin up a little and yeah, okay, they're really doing this. Gerard shrugs, telling himself it's not a big deal. He slides closer again, until they're pressed together at knee and shoulder and Mikey's body feels so warm through their clothes.
"Okay." Gerard repeats, not sure why, just needing to say it again. Then he angles his head and leans in, pressing his lips to Mikey's. Mikey's lips are a little dry, and his head is at the wrong angle, so Gerard reaches up, pressing his palms to Mikey cheeks and tilting his head to the side. It makes all the difference. Their mouths press together and Gerard moves his lips over Mikey's soft and slow. It's nice. It's really fucking nice.
When he feels like he's made his point he pulls back, opening his eyes to look at Mikey. Gerard's still got his hands on Mikey's cheeks and Mikey's blinking at him from behind his glasses. His lips are wet.
"How was that?" Gerard asks.
"Shouldn't I be asking you?" Mikey twitches an eyebrow up like he's making a joke, but Gerard knows it's a real question.
"It was good. You're a natural." He smiles, feeling like he's giving the weirdest pep talk ever. "You're totally fine Mikeyway, you've got nothing to be worried about."
Practise Makes Perfect - Gerard/Mikey
Mikey shrugs, shrinking further into his oversize hoodie. He looks smaller than usual, perched on the edge of the bed. "I don't know what I'm doing." His voice is so soft Gerard can barely make it out.
Gerard's eyes widen a little. "You don't?" Wow, he is the worst older brother ever. He'd always just assumed that Mikey had made it with a girl by now. Not that Mikey's dated in so many words, but he's always traveling in mixed groups, he knows fucking everybody, and Gerard's seen the way girls look at him.
Gerard tries not to let his frown show and drops onto the bed beside Mikey. Mikey doesn't look up, his entire focus stuck on the Star Wars pattern on the sheets, which he traces with a fingertip.
"Do you like, I mean. Do you want, like, some help with that?" It's odd, Gerard never feels awkward around Mikey, but at this very moment he does.
Mikey peels his gaze off the bedspread and looks up at Gerard, one eyebrow raised, looking a little confused. "How?"
Gerard clears his throat. "I could like. You know. Show you."
Mikey doesn't move, his expression doesn't even shift.
"You know, how to kiss." Gerard explains, feeling weirdly warm all of a sudden.
"You know how?" The corner of Mikey's mouth lifts in a smile. His tone is teasing and it's such a relief that Gerard grins back.
"Fuck you, I know how. I totally got to third base with Barbara." Gerard swats Mikey on the arm, but he's smiling around the words. Mikey is too, and laughing at him, so Gerard swats him again, giggling.
When they calm to silence and Gerard's flushed and bubbly from laughing, Mikey looks at him, his expression considering, and says, "Okay."
"Okay, what?" Gerard lost the thread of the conversation somewhere around the slapping.
"Okay, you can show me."
Gerard opens his mouth to ask show you what and then closes it again when he remembers his own words.
Mikey doesn't say anything, just watches Gerard through his thick glasses, not looking away even though his cheeks are a little pink. His hair's sitting flat on one side and he's got a zit on his cheekbone. It hits Gerard in a rush just how much Mikey's grown up in the last year or so. He's taller than Gerard now, his face has thinned out and he looks far more man than boy.
Gerard is suddenly a little breathless. It's like his heart is tickling inside his ribs. He pushes the feeling down and edges closer to Mikey on the bed.
"Okay." He says, his voice rough and low. Mikey's mouth pulls up a little in an almost-smile. He tilts his chin up a little and yeah, okay, they're really doing this. Gerard shrugs, telling himself it's not a big deal. He slides closer again, until they're pressed together at knee and shoulder and Mikey's body feels so warm through their clothes.
"Okay." Gerard repeats, not sure why, just needing to say it again. Then he angles his head and leans in, pressing his lips to Mikey's. Mikey's lips are a little dry, and his head is at the wrong angle, so Gerard reaches up, pressing his palms to Mikey cheeks and tilting his head to the side. It makes all the difference. Their mouths press together and Gerard moves his lips over Mikey's soft and slow. It's nice. It's really fucking nice.
When he feels like he's made his point he pulls back, opening his eyes to look at Mikey. Gerard's still got his hands on Mikey's cheeks and Mikey's blinking at him from behind his glasses. His lips are wet.
"How was that?" Gerard asks.
"Shouldn't I be asking you?" Mikey twitches an eyebrow up like he's making a joke, but Gerard knows it's a real question.
"It was good. You're a natural." He smiles, feeling like he's giving the weirdest pep talk ever. "You're totally fine Mikeyway, you've got nothing to be worried about."