Drabble
Title:Don't
Pairing-Mikey Gerard.
Word Count: 107
"Don't. Oh god, don't-"
"Yesss. Fuck. Yes."
"Stop. We can't...we're brother's for God's sake, and I don't-- Gerard!"
Mikey's head tilts back, and his eyes close. And it doesn't even matter anymore, nothing does, because in a world where his brother can lie in bed with him and stick his hand down his pants, and that feels right, nothing makes sense.
"Mikey...God, you taste so good, little brother..."
"Gerard, don't, don't..." The words are panted now, stilted and sketchy like Mikey's thoughts. And when he comes, both from the friction Gerard's hand is created and the dirty taboo of it all, they're lost meaning all together.
Pairing-Mikey Gerard.
Word Count: 107
"Don't. Oh god, don't-"
"Yesss. Fuck. Yes."
"Stop. We can't...we're brother's for God's sake, and I don't-- Gerard!"
Mikey's head tilts back, and his eyes close. And it doesn't even matter anymore, nothing does, because in a world where his brother can lie in bed with him and stick his hand down his pants, and that feels right, nothing makes sense.
"Mikey...God, you taste so good, little brother..."
"Gerard, don't, don't..." The words are panted now, stilted and sketchy like Mikey's thoughts. And when he comes, both from the friction Gerard's hand is created and the dirty taboo of it all, they're lost meaning all together.