(warning: underage, unbetaed) "Gee?" Mikey was biting his lips, then licking them, then rubbing his face on his shirtsleeve and starting the process all over again. It was very distracting. "Gee."
"Hmm? Sorry." Gerard put down his marker, shook his head, then tried to focus on what his little brother had just asked him. About kissing. French kissing. Hell. Gerard was going to hell.
"Well? What's it like? How do you do it?" Mikey blushed, waiting and then getting impatient again before Gerard could manage to say anything. "Do you just, like, stick your tongue in her mouth or what?"
"It's. It's kinda wet? In a good way? And no, you don't just stick your tongue in, you gotta see if her mouth's open, and then, kinda. Try. But just a little, until you know." Gerard could feel his face heating up too, but rolled his eyes at the situation and himself. Shittiest big brother ever. "It's hard to describe."
"So show me." Mikey sounded strangely confident.
Gerard tried to think of a way, any method beyond what his hormones were screaming at him that his brother meant and was obviously the correct choice. He failed abysmally. He capped his marker and closed his sketchpad on the desk. "Um, I think I'd have to, like, show you-show you."
Mikey stepped forward, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Okay."
"Mikey. You're my brother." Because stating the obvious helps everything, Gerard thought. Or at least maybe it'd help kill the chub building in his jeans. No luck on that score, either.
"Yeah. But Luke and Leia did it in The Empire Strikes Back." Mikey pointed out.
"And then Leia hooks up with Han who gets frozen in carbonite and Luke got his hand cut off and Leia winds up looking like a hooker by a Sarlacc pit." Thank god. This was totally a conversational gambit Gerard could handle.
"But first Luke looks really smug. And it doesn't injure their relationship; their psychic connection is fine enough to rescue Luke at the end of the movie."
"That's true, but they don't even know they're related at that point!"
"And acting like they weren't didn't do any damage for when they found out they were." Mikey grinned triumphantly.
"Fine." Gerard scowled, swivelling in his drafting chair. Mikey was taller from him at this angle, which meant it'd be closer to what kissing a girl would be like, he reasoned, and was immediately proud of thinking something besides ohgod oh god ohgod kissing Mikey shit ohgod. "Come here."
Mikey obediently shuffled over, still grinning a little.
"Um. Try to keep your jaw loose but your mouth mostly closed. You pay attention to what I do, and then you try." Going to hell, going to hell, going to hell, Gerard's brain chanted, sounding fairly excited about the trip. Mikey leaned over. His lips were already swollen pink from all the biting. Gerard tilted up his head, touched lips with Mikey, and slid his tongue gently between them before withdrawing. Mikey gasped, opening his mouth a bit wider, and Gerard took it, letting himself lick into Mikey's mouth before pulling back again.
Gerard swallowed. Mikey looked thoughtful.
"Okay?" Gerard asked.
Mikey shook his head in response. "I don't know if I can do that. Show me again, and then I'll try?"
Gerard nodded, and Mikey leaned again. They repeated the process, and Gerard explored Mikey's mouth with his tongue a little more this time. Mikey licked back cautiously with the tip of his tongue, and then this time, it was Mikey who pulled away, swallowing.
"Right. I think I can do that." Gerard tilted up his head again, and Mikey kissed him like a pro.
"Perfect," Gerard said, trying to sound calm.
"Yeah, but what if she wants me to be more aggressive?" Mikey was a very dilligent student, and he looked like he had about three hundred more questions on the subject.
Re: MCR, Gerard/Mikey
"Gee?" Mikey was biting his lips, then licking them, then rubbing his face on his shirtsleeve and starting the process all over again. It was very distracting. "Gee."
"Hmm? Sorry." Gerard put down his marker, shook his head, then tried to focus on what his little brother had just asked him. About kissing. French kissing. Hell. Gerard was going to hell.
"Well? What's it like? How do you do it?" Mikey blushed, waiting and then getting impatient again before Gerard could manage to say anything. "Do you just, like, stick your tongue in her mouth or what?"
"It's. It's kinda wet? In a good way? And no, you don't just stick your tongue in, you gotta see if her mouth's open, and then, kinda. Try. But just a little, until you know." Gerard could feel his face heating up too, but rolled his eyes at the situation and himself. Shittiest big brother ever. "It's hard to describe."
"So show me." Mikey sounded strangely confident.
Gerard tried to think of a way, any method beyond what his hormones were screaming at him that his brother meant and was obviously the correct choice. He failed abysmally. He capped his marker and closed his sketchpad on the desk. "Um, I think I'd have to, like, show you-show you."
Mikey stepped forward, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Okay."
"Mikey. You're my brother." Because stating the obvious helps everything, Gerard thought. Or at least maybe it'd help kill the chub building in his jeans. No luck on that score, either.
"Yeah. But Luke and Leia did it in The Empire Strikes Back." Mikey pointed out.
"And then Leia hooks up with Han who gets frozen in carbonite and Luke got his hand cut off and Leia winds up looking like a hooker by a Sarlacc pit." Thank god. This was totally a conversational gambit Gerard could handle.
"But first Luke looks really smug. And it doesn't injure their relationship; their psychic connection is fine enough to rescue Luke at the end of the movie."
"That's true, but they don't even know they're related at that point!"
"And acting like they weren't didn't do any damage for when they found out they were." Mikey grinned triumphantly.
"Fine." Gerard scowled, swivelling in his drafting chair. Mikey was taller from him at this angle, which meant it'd be closer to what kissing a girl would be like, he reasoned, and was immediately proud of thinking something besides ohgod oh god ohgod kissing Mikey shit ohgod. "Come here."
Mikey obediently shuffled over, still grinning a little.
"Um. Try to keep your jaw loose but your mouth mostly closed. You pay attention to what I do, and then you try." Going to hell, going to hell, going to hell, Gerard's brain chanted, sounding fairly excited about the trip. Mikey leaned over. His lips were already swollen pink from all the biting. Gerard tilted up his head, touched lips with Mikey, and slid his tongue gently between them before withdrawing. Mikey gasped, opening his mouth a bit wider, and Gerard took it, letting himself lick into Mikey's mouth before pulling back again.
Gerard swallowed. Mikey looked thoughtful.
"Okay?" Gerard asked.
Mikey shook his head in response. "I don't know if I can do that. Show me again, and then I'll try?"
Gerard nodded, and Mikey leaned again. They repeated the process, and Gerard explored Mikey's mouth with his tongue a little more this time. Mikey licked back cautiously with the tip of his tongue, and then this time, it was Mikey who pulled away, swallowing.
"Right. I think I can do that." Gerard tilted up his head again, and Mikey kissed him like a pro.
"Perfect," Gerard said, trying to sound calm.
"Yeah, but what if she wants me to be more aggressive?" Mikey was a very dilligent student, and he looked like he had about three hundred more questions on the subject.
It was a long afternoon.