The morning after. How will Mikey react?
I woke up on the sofa with my brain dribbling out of my fucking ears. I groaned and closed my eyes for a split second. Me and parties -one of Frank's parties- don't mix. Certainly not.
"Never again." I mumbled into my hands.
Then I just lay there, staring at the cieling, counting the bumps that stood out on the wallpaper. I haven't had a hangover since fuck knows when. I couldn't even recall the events of last night...what I drank, who I seen...who I fucked? I tried my fucking hardest to think. Nights out with Frank always got you into some -Probably illegal- shit.
That's what I remember. These tiny white tablets in a clear, small plastic bag. The plastic bag looked as if earrings from a Christmas cracker suited it more than pills. Okay, so pills. Who gave me the pills? Bert. No surprise there.
The rest is completely blank. All I remember is coming home. Nothing else.
I sighed, getting off the sofa seemed like too much effort but I needed coffee. Ryan always reminded me that coffee only dehydrates you further, but usually noone or myself listened. He usually lectured me when I woke up on Brendons living room floor, lurching into a bucket. Why Brendon had a bucket in his living room? I'll never know. I don't particularly want to either. Maybe it was to catch rain for Ryan to drink? Since he's all natural and stuff.
The little trigger on the side of the coffee maker clicked, telling me that coffee was on it's way to my -aching- stomach. I poured the coffee into a cup though, I would have been okay with just pouring it directly into my mouth. I walked to the fridge ready to grab some milk but oh, guess what? There was none. Obviously. Nothing ever goes right for Mikey when he's been shitfaced the night before with dear old Frank.
I grabbed my keys and was about to stumble out the door when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I don't think boxers and a shirt looked decent enough for Seven Eleven? If it was my choice, I'd be skipping out the door and down the street as stark naked as the day I was born. But unfortunatley the Law states that you can't. Another perk to my day. Maybe Gerard's dressed? I mean, it's 4pm. 4pm, huh? Must've been some night.
I walked to the door leading to his 'Basement'. What bastard lives in a basement? Only Gerard. Probably. He's a freaky bastard too, all I could hear was him pacing back and forth, probably infront of his bed, whispering, mumbling something. I couldn't make it out. I can't hear through doors..exactly.
I knocked on the door, "Hey, Gerard. Fuck's wrong with you?"
The pacing and mumbling stopped. "Go away, you cunt."
I raised my eyebrows and smirked, of course I knew he couldn't see me but seriously, what way is that to talk to someone? Especially your brother, who is far better at everything you ever do in life.
I didn't even bother asking to come down to see what was wrong, I just barged on in. There's no time for gays, you see. I stomped down the creaking wooden steps and there he was, standing infront of his mirror, scrubbing frantically at his arm where black, smudged letters appeared with a halo of red around it where he'd been scratching.
I hesitantly walked towards him. Yes, hesitantly. He kind of scared me, the way he was scrubbing his arm, tears running furiously down his red blotchy face.
But, who would be scared of Gerard? Not me. I sauntered over to him and grabbed his arm.
"Who the fuck did that to you?"
'My whore' was faintly etched into Gerard's arm. I don't even know why I was concerned. I shouldn't be. Guess it's just a brother thing. Like, all the brothers in the world probably have this panel thing sketched into them, triggering a 'concern for your weeping older brother' emotion.
He pulled away instantly, bringing his fingers up to his mouth in order to bite his nails. I smacked them away from him.
"Don't fucking bite your nails."
He just stood there and stared at the floor.
"Look, I asked you a fucking question. Who the fuck did that to you?!"
He just stood there, eyes now shifting to anywhere other than my probably intimidating face.
"Stubborn cunt. You realise, I'll just tell Mom that it's you that keeps stealing all of the Vodka and that you were the one who got that girl knocked up and you'll be out on the stree-"
"YOU! YOU FUCKING DID IT!" He spat his words out at me, I stepped back. He never answered me back, he never even thought twice about answering me back. I recovered quickly and let out a shaky, angry breath.
"I..did what, now exactly?"
He gritted his teeth, "You did THIS!" He pointed his finger at the letters.
I laughed, "And why would I wanna write that on your arm? Why would anyone wan-"
"'Cause you fucked me. And you fucked me hard."
I burst out laughing. Me fuck him? Fuckin' kiddin' me.
"Why in the hell would I fuck you?!" I smirked at his terrified face.
"I dunno! Why don't you tell me, huh?!" I slapped him and he fell onto the floor, I quickly followed after him sitting on his hips, pinning him down.
"Is this your twisted way of telling me that you have a stupid crush on me? Are trying to call me gay? "
I slapped him again and he shreiked.
"N-No, you did I swear."
I shook my head. No. I didn't fuck him.
"I wouldn't fuck you if you where the last person on the fucking earth! You're my fucking brother! Noone normal would tell there brother that they fucked them. I bet it's 'cause you're gay." I spat on his face.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me close to his face and thrust his hips up. And -/oh/- I froze, I tried to get away but he just held me there in a death grip and and kept thrusting up. I was getting -NO!- hard.
"/Gerard/" I whispered, "S-stop."
"No." He thrust harder and harder. I soon found myself thrusting back too, big, hard thrusts. I'm not gay, I'm not gay I kept repeating to myself.
"Mikey..." He looked at me. When did those eyes become gorgeous and lustful? -No. I snapped out of it. He made me hard and he was going to fucking pay for it.
I grabbed the hair on his head and pulled him towards me so he was sitting on my lap, still thrusting my hips up constantly.
"Now. Gerard." I pulled his head down so that he was in view of my dick. "You see that, huh?"
Gerard nodded, "You fucking did that to me. You did. And I hate that." I yanked his head up again and dove in my lips to his and messly kissed and tongued his mouth pulling away and slowly diving back in again, dirtily and still slowly carressing my lips against his. We joined our tongues together and were pushing them aimlessly into eachothers mouths making frequent 'pop' sounds each time I broke apart.
Gerard was circling his hips against mine, groaning like a slut. A man whore.
He sunk his teeth into my neck which in my eyes was dominance, and I wasn't weak.
I grabbed him by his neck and smashed his face onto the floor so that his ass was in the air. I quickly pulled down his jeans and underwear and slicked my fingers with my own natual lube. I rammed two fingers into his tight hole all at once and Gerard yelped.
"Hush, hush.." I soothed, running my fingers through his hair. Gerard started pushing back so I rammed another two fingers in.
"Now, now, don't get to greedy.."
"/Mikey,/" He adjusted his neck to look at me, "Ohh.."
I palmed my hardcock while fingerfucking my brother. The sentence felt hot and dirty on my tongue and I liked it.
"You like that, huh?"
"Mmhmm.." Again, he pushed back onto my fingers.
"Let's see how you like this.."
I quickly swapped my fingers for my leaking cock and God.. I slipped in so easily, burying myself in Gerard.
I grabbed his hair again and yanked his head up, and pounded into him, again, and again.
"You like this, don't you?," He nodded and moaned, I found the small bump of nerves in his ass and slowly pushed against it, pusling, gradually applying pressure onto it.
"Fuuck. Mikey. I've fucking jercked off to this.." I laughed and lay down over his back, wrapping my arms around his stomach and lifting him onto my lap without breaking the connection of my cock in his pool of warmth.
"I bet you have, you dirty little slut, tryin' to make me believe I fucked you. You're getting what you want. Bitch."
He threw back his head, resting it on the crook of my neck.
"Uhhh..." He groaned, his voice lingering higher towards the end.
I pounded repeatedly against his trobbing prostate each thrust, fuller, deeper, harder. I slammed my hand over his mouth, Mom could be home. Fuck it if she is, I'm too lost too care.
"Mikey..," He shuddered, "Mikey."
"What?!" I hissed moaning.
"Let me come. Let me come, now."
"You wanna fucking come, I'll fucking make you come, you fucking bastarding whore."
I quickly thrust, the sound of skin on skin slapping against eachother, the face Gerard made when he came, spurtting in thick coats all over the floor. And then was like a bunny on Engergizer batteries, thrusting out only to thrust back in just as quick.
When I came. I came hard. Gerard was only coming down from his orgasm as I began. The feeling of my come in his ass made him come a second time.
We stayed in our current postion for a minute taking the time to calm from our hype.
Gerard turned and glared at me.
"Get out." He spat. I sat there stunned. "Fucking get out!"
"Fine, I fucking heard you, you bastard!"
"Hurry up!" He crawled into a corner and hugged himself.
"/Whore./ I hope that's etched into your skin forever."
I grabbed my boxers and left.
Locking the door behind me. I wasn't showing my whore to the world.
Okay guuuys. This is actually part two of 'Like Dope' and once again it's a Mikey!Dom Waycesssst!:o Honestly. Who doesn't love a dominant Mikey?;o & Sorry if it's shitty it's like 01:42am on a school night and I'm shattered but I knew I hadda update. M'kay? M'kay.
Yes, this is a Waycest. So, haters don't hate 'cause like it's way too latee. Enjoy and OH! R&R!!:o Pwease. :3