They never talked about it and Mikey isn't sure if it was because they didn't need to or didn't want to or possibly didn't know how to. It doesn't matter now anyway anymore.
Gerard's lips are soft and wet from the water he had a few seconds ago. They feel cool on the skin of Mikey's shoulder. Running a path only seen by Gerard that makes Mikey shiver with anticipation. It's never the same path. Mikey never knows where Gerard will start or end kissing him. The only thing he knows is that it won't be on his lips. Never. Gerard counts the knobs that are Mikey's spine under his breath, it feels amazing, a lick, a kiss, a soft bite, cool air when Gerard blows on a wet patch he just marked with his mouth. Sometimes Mikey is still surprised at the creativity Gerard displays after all these years. Mikey presses harder into the mattress as Gerard's mouth wanders lower. You can never be sure what Gerard will do and that is part of it. (Once Gerard kissed, licked and played with the soft skin at the hollow of Mikey's knee, simultaneously stroking his cock in a maddening slow rhythm for what felt like hours). Mikey bites his lip as Gerard's mouth brushes the curve of his ass. Gerard's tongue stroking a wet path down to where it meets leg and then inward. Mikey spreads his legs without prompting. (In the beginning Gerard used to ask in soft whispers if it was okay, whatever he wanted to try at the moment and Mikey always said yes, because he trusted Gerard, trusts Gerard, will always trust Gerard with his skin and all the tender parts that are hidden beneath it). Gerard spends what feels like hours kissing; soft brushes of lips on skin that don't go anywhere, that are so tender they wouldn't disturb a sleeping person, but that make Mikey burn inside with desire and the need for more and now. When Gerard's tongue pushes inside Mikey comes suddenly, unexpected and so hard it hurts. He pants against the pillow, catching his breath while Gerard kisses his way back up to his shoulder, his neck and then turns Mikey so he can look at him. Mikey takes a deep breath, drags his hand up to his own mouth, presses his lips against it and then reaches out to press his hand against Gerard's swollen, shiny lips. He can feel Gerard smile against his palm.
Share some skin; MCR, Gerard/Mikey (R)
It doesn't matter now anyway anymore.
Gerard's lips are soft and wet from the water he had a few seconds ago. They feel cool on the skin of Mikey's shoulder. Running a path only seen by Gerard that makes Mikey shiver with anticipation. It's never the same path. Mikey never knows where Gerard will start or end kissing him.
The only thing he knows is that it won't be on his lips. Never.
Gerard counts the knobs that are Mikey's spine under his breath, it feels amazing, a lick, a kiss, a soft bite, cool air when Gerard blows on a wet patch he just marked with his mouth.
Sometimes Mikey is still surprised at the creativity Gerard displays after all these years. Mikey presses harder into the mattress as Gerard's mouth wanders lower. You can never be sure what Gerard will do and that is part of it. (Once Gerard kissed, licked and played with the soft skin at the hollow of Mikey's knee, simultaneously stroking his cock in a maddening slow rhythm for what felt like hours). Mikey bites his lip as Gerard's mouth brushes the curve of his ass. Gerard's tongue stroking a wet path down to where it meets leg and then inward. Mikey spreads his legs without prompting.
(In the beginning Gerard used to ask in soft whispers if it was okay, whatever he wanted to try at the moment and Mikey always said yes, because he trusted Gerard, trusts Gerard, will always trust Gerard with his skin and all the tender parts that are hidden beneath it).
Gerard spends what feels like hours kissing; soft brushes of lips on skin that don't go anywhere, that are so tender they wouldn't disturb a sleeping person, but that make Mikey burn inside with desire and the need for more and now.
When Gerard's tongue pushes inside Mikey comes suddenly, unexpected and so hard it hurts. He pants against the pillow, catching his breath while Gerard kisses his way back up to his shoulder, his neck and then turns Mikey so he can look at him.
Mikey takes a deep breath, drags his hand up to his own mouth, presses his lips against it and then reaches out to press his hand against Gerard's swollen, shiny lips. He can feel Gerard smile against his palm.
~end~