"Now what?" Gerard asks. "I gotta make sure you remember them, come on." He's whispering but his breathing sounds harsh in the quiet of their room. He doesn't take his hand off Mikey's mouth but separates his fingers so that Mikey can speak through them.
"What, like, your ribs? I don't get how -" Mikey starts, but Gerard slides down him, shirt riding up to his armpits. Mikey watches, mouth hanging open, as Gerard rubs his chest around on Mikey's cock. "Shit," Mikey whispers, fisting the bedsheets in his hands as he watches. He really, really doesn't want to Gerard to stop. "Your clavicle," Mikey says, and doesn't care if he's forgotten some bones. The way Gerard moans and slides even further down, Mikey doesn't think he's paying that close attention.
Mikey has to close his eyes and let his head drop back when he sees the dark pink head of his own cock trapped between his pale stomach and Gerard's chest when Gerard pulls his shirt over his head and rubs up and down against him. "Oh god. Your - your hands, Gerard. Please... fuck, please, your hands, I don't remember the fucking bones okay? Just -" Mikey gasps and shuts up when Gerard leans onto his side in the cradle of Mikey's legs and wraps his fingers around Mikey's dick.
Mikey purses his lips and tries not to make noise, breathing hard through his nose, but it feels so good after waiting so long, that he can't help arching his back and tilting his hips into Gerard's hand.
"Good," Gerard whispers, breath ghosting across Mikey's belly, jerking him off slowly. Mikey wants to say cranium, wants to see his brother's head between his thighs, that warm, wet mouth on him, but Gerard will kiss Mikey everywhere except for two places: Mikey's mouth and Mikey's cock.
Mikey breathes heavily and wriggles around on the bed, frowning and pushing up into his brother's hand. "Do I pass?" Mikey asks when he's close to coming, trying to whisper even though his chest is rising and falling so quickly.
"Mmm," Gerard hums, and drops a kiss to Mikey's hipbone. Mikey opens his eyes, looking down the line of his own chest, pale and too-skinny, to where Gerard's watching him intently, pressing his own hips into the mattress while his hand works Mikey's dick, dry and tight.
"Please," Mikey whispers to the ceiling, throwing his head back on the pillows and spreading his arms out to clutch at the bed sheets. He feels hot and sweaty all over, heels digging into Gerard's legs, hips pushing into his brother's hand.
"God, Mikes, you just -" Gerard's voice catches, and he gasps into Mikey's hip, breath hot and heavy and so close to Mikey's dick. But Mikey won't ask, won't ever ask. The mattress is shaking from Gerard shoving his hips down into it hard and fast, burying his face in Mikey's hot skin.
"Yes, yes, yes," Mikey chants, voice pitching high before he can't talk anymore, can only breathe hard and fast, hands gripping the pillow under his head as it builds in his spine, so close.
Gerard moans into Mikey's side, squeezes even tighter with the ring of his thumb and forefinger on Mikey's dick, and Mikey gasps, toes curling and back arched as he drags the pillow over his face so he can moan loud and desperate as he comes, hot stripes across his belly.
"Mikes, oh my god, Mikes," Gerard moans into Mikey's hip, muffled into the skin there, and takes his hand from Mikey's dick. Mikey breathes hot and humid into the pillow as he comes back to himself, bed shaking from what is clearly Gerard bringing himself off in his pajama pants, spilling groans into the cradle of Mikey's pelvis.
When they're cleaned up and Gerard stands on shaky legs to get the light and crawl back into his own bed, Mikey says, "Thanks, Gee."
"Think you'll remember it all?" Gerard asks, and there isn't that teasing heat in his voice anymore.
Mikey hums into the dark, listening to the creak of Gerard's mattress as he settles in his own bed. Mikey runs a hand down his torso. He can still feel all of the places where Gerard marked him, where he pressed kisses to Mikey's skin.
Dem Dry Bones - Gerard/Mikey (3/3)
"What, like, your ribs? I don't get how -" Mikey starts, but Gerard slides down him, shirt riding up to his armpits. Mikey watches, mouth hanging open, as Gerard rubs his chest around on Mikey's cock. "Shit," Mikey whispers, fisting the bedsheets in his hands as he watches. He really, really doesn't want to Gerard to stop. "Your clavicle," Mikey says, and doesn't care if he's forgotten some bones. The way Gerard moans and slides even further down, Mikey doesn't think he's paying that close attention.
Mikey has to close his eyes and let his head drop back when he sees the dark pink head of his own cock trapped between his pale stomach and Gerard's chest when Gerard pulls his shirt over his head and rubs up and down against him. "Oh god. Your - your hands, Gerard. Please... fuck, please, your hands, I don't remember the fucking bones okay? Just -" Mikey gasps and shuts up when Gerard leans onto his side in the cradle of Mikey's legs and wraps his fingers around Mikey's dick.
Mikey purses his lips and tries not to make noise, breathing hard through his nose, but it feels so good after waiting so long, that he can't help arching his back and tilting his hips into Gerard's hand.
"Good," Gerard whispers, breath ghosting across Mikey's belly, jerking him off slowly. Mikey wants to say cranium, wants to see his brother's head between his thighs, that warm, wet mouth on him, but Gerard will kiss Mikey everywhere except for two places: Mikey's mouth and Mikey's cock.
Mikey breathes heavily and wriggles around on the bed, frowning and pushing up into his brother's hand. "Do I pass?" Mikey asks when he's close to coming, trying to whisper even though his chest is rising and falling so quickly.
"Mmm," Gerard hums, and drops a kiss to Mikey's hipbone. Mikey opens his eyes, looking down the line of his own chest, pale and too-skinny, to where Gerard's watching him intently, pressing his own hips into the mattress while his hand works Mikey's dick, dry and tight.
"Please," Mikey whispers to the ceiling, throwing his head back on the pillows and spreading his arms out to clutch at the bed sheets. He feels hot and sweaty all over, heels digging into Gerard's legs, hips pushing into his brother's hand.
"God, Mikes, you just -" Gerard's voice catches, and he gasps into Mikey's hip, breath hot and heavy and so close to Mikey's dick. But Mikey won't ask, won't ever ask. The mattress is shaking from Gerard shoving his hips down into it hard and fast, burying his face in Mikey's hot skin.
"Yes, yes, yes," Mikey chants, voice pitching high before he can't talk anymore, can only breathe hard and fast, hands gripping the pillow under his head as it builds in his spine, so close.
Gerard moans into Mikey's side, squeezes even tighter with the ring of his thumb and forefinger on Mikey's dick, and Mikey gasps, toes curling and back arched as he drags the pillow over his face so he can moan loud and desperate as he comes, hot stripes across his belly.
"Mikes, oh my god, Mikes," Gerard moans into Mikey's hip, muffled into the skin there, and takes his hand from Mikey's dick. Mikey breathes hot and humid into the pillow as he comes back to himself, bed shaking from what is clearly Gerard bringing himself off in his pajama pants, spilling groans into the cradle of Mikey's pelvis.
When they're cleaned up and Gerard stands on shaky legs to get the light and crawl back into his own bed, Mikey says, "Thanks, Gee."
"Think you'll remember it all?" Gerard asks, and there isn't that teasing heat in his voice anymore.
Mikey hums into the dark, listening to the creak of Gerard's mattress as he settles in his own bed. Mikey runs a hand down his torso. He can still feel all of the places where Gerard marked him, where he pressed kisses to Mikey's skin.
"Yeah," Mikey whispers. "I can't forget."