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Ad "dressing" The Odds
When a loved one is at risk, would you face your greatest adversary to help them?
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A/N:Not too many chapters are left on this one. I think that perhaps maybe five more at the most? Since this one is closing soon, next chapter, I will have a teaser of my next major chapter fic. I will be taking on the anime "Princess Princess" I am excited to try out this one and the next one that is brewing in my brain, but not till Bondage Mansion is over. Then I have another collaboration coming up soon. Gonna take on a Grant/Frank/Gerard fic. Original plot too that was inspired by *My Cat Romance* from Twitter/Tumbler as well as being one of the special ladies who administers My Frerard Romance on Facebook. I doubt she even remembers what the idea was, but she will still get credit for her part in it. ^-^
Okay onto the fic.
So, Mikey is not doing so well in school and falls ill due to his worrying about his grades. The family is of course there to help out with Frank and Gerard at the forefront of the fight. Then Gerard bonds with his brother Adam more courtesy of our sweet Mikey Rush, but what happens when the boys find out what kind of business Adam runs? dun dun dun ^0^
Enjoy everyone! ^-^
'Prenez-Moi'~ Take me in French
*Mikey**
It had been a fairly quiet week at school and the house. Gerard and Frank had been getting along as well as they could. Mikey had more chances to hang out with Tommy and Zacky recently. They were having lunch on the roof at school.
”So you never told us what happened with the Prince Way Club.”
Apparently earlier in the week, Bert had approached Zacky, and asked if he, along with the rest of the club, could go over to his house to learn more about his powers of perception. Zacky surprisingly agreed, and what ensued was a situation that would befit a TV comedy. In the end they were just looking for a way to get back at Mikey for hanging around with Gerard. Something similar happened to Gerard when he had an encounter with Bert. Although with a less shady outcome, it was apparent to him that Bert was not planning to give up on him at all.
”Well between you and Gerard, it has been a Prince Way week huh? Hey Mikey?”
Mikey was trying to listen to the conversation, but he was a little overheated, and had a slight headache.
”Sorry Tommy, I think I got a little too much sun.”
”All right, well just be careful.”
”I will.”
Tommy kissed Mikey on the head, and they packed up their leftovers before the bell rang.
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”So, you have your grades back from before Golden week. If you have any red marks, we can do a make up exam next week.”
Mikey did not hear anything else. He was staring at the red mark on his grade paper. He did not even hear the bell ring.
”Mikey? Hey Mikey?”
Tommy nudged him out of his stupor. He looked up at Tommy with tears in his eyes.
”Aww, what’s wrong sweetie, did you get a red mark?”
Mikey pathetically lifted his paper up to show Tommy.
”Don’t worry sweetie, you will do better on the make up.”
”But I let my mother down…”
”Mikey, don’t worry, it is not so bad, see?”
Zacky showed his grade paper to all them, and he had five red marks.
”Jesus Zacky!”
”No worries, it will be fine.”
Mikey was happy he did not have five, but one was bothering him.
”I have to get ready to go to work.”
”All right Mikey, take it easy though.”
Mikey got up and trudged to his locker. The headache was getting worse now, and his anxiety was mounting over his failure. Mikey switched out of his shoes then started for the door.
”Hey Mikey wait up!”
Mikey turned and saw Frank.
”Hey Frankie.”
”Hey, you all right?”
”Yeah, just a little headache.”
”Oh, are you working today?”
”Yeah, on my way there now.”
”Cool, I’ll walk with you.”
They started to walk with Frank ahead of him rambling about something, but Mikey could not concentrate on whatever it was. It felt like he had cotton in his head.
”Huh?”
”I asked if you got your grades back?”
”Oh… yeah, got a red mark.”
”Oh so the make up test then right?”
”Well I am sure you will do better on it… Mikey? Mikey? Mikey!”
*Frank*
Frank jumped and caught Mikey as he slumped over. The boy was burning up, and hot to the touch. Frank scooped him up then took off for home. He crashed through the door.
”Brendon! Where the fuck are you, you mangy Mutt?”
”Here Frank, geeze I was… What happened?”
Brendon rushed over, and helped Frank carry Mikey upstairs to his room. Brendon turned down the bed and placed towels down. Frank carefully removed Mikey’s school uniform, and blushed as he realized his chest was not covered. Brendon saw this and went over to Frank.
”Hey, he needs to be comfortable.”
”It’s just weird because I know he is a guy, but…”
”Yeah I get it. Just leave him in his skirt though.”
They put Mikey in the bed, and his breathing was very shallow. Brendon left for the bathroom, and Frank sat next to Mikey on the bed, stroking his hair. Brendon returned with a cold cloth and placed it on Mikey's head.
”I’m going to go call Bob.”
Frank sat with Mikey for a bit till he opened his eyes.
”Frankie?”
”Shhh easy Angel, you fainted on the way home.”
”Oh, sorry to put you out like that. Oh wait! I have work I…”
Mikey tried to sit up but collapsed against the pillow.
”Hey hey hey, you are not going anywhere. You need to rest.”
”But but but…”
”No buts young lady.”
Brendon came in with the phone.
”Dr. Bob’s orders. Stay in bed, drink plenty of fluids, and he will see you later. Oh and sleep.”
Frank and Brendon kissed Mikey then left him to rest. They both went downstairs.
”I feel so fucking helpless!”
”Yeah, well that happens when someone you care about is sick.”
”There has to be something I can do.”
”Why don’t you make him something to eat?”
Frank nodded and went into the kitchen. He pulled out a cookbook, and started looking through recipes.
”Here, use this too.”
Brendon brought a medical book over to him.
”This will tell you what kinds of foods are really good for him right now.”
Brendon left and Frank opened up the book to fevers. He moved his finger down all the different foods. He stopped his finger at a part and freezes.
”Your fucking kidding me!”
”What’s wrong Fwanikie?”
Frank spun around and saw Pete leaning on the counter.
”What are you doing here?”
”I heard from Bobby that Mikey Mike was sick, so I came over to see if I could help.”
”Well we have it handled.”
”How is he?”
”He’s fucking sick stupid! He even tried to get up, and go to work!”
”Work? Hey! That is how I can help!”
”What are you talking about?”
”Gotta go Fwankie, bye!”
”Don’t fucking call me that!”
Frank groaned as Pete bounced out of the room. He looked again at the ingredients and sighed. He grabbed a basket and headed out to Gerard’s garden.
”So you are who again?”
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”Hi! I’m Petey! I’m here to work for Mikey!”
The workers stand and watch the boy slip on the oversized uniform then start to clean the floor. He stuck his ass up in the air as he placed the cloth on the ground, and started to move quickly polishing the floor.
”Does he not know that we have a floor polisher?”
”Who cares, just enjoy the view while we have it.”
The other worker nodded then leaned back on the wall and finished her cigarette.
*Frank*
“Ugh, this is so fucking gross!”
Frank looked like he was ready for surgery. He was wearing a face mask, eye protection, and rubber gloves as he stirred the bubbling pot. Next to him in a basket on the cutting board was his mortal enemy… leeks.
“Why the fuck did it have to be leeks?”
Frank continued to stir the pot till the porridge was well cooked. He then sauteed the fresh leeks sitting in a pan, and added them to the pot. It looked good, he just hoped it tasted as great as it looked.
“Watcha doin Frankie?”
Frank jumped when Brendon spoke into his ear.
“Christ Brendon! You are going to give me a fucking heart attack!”
“Aw its okay Frankie, cats have nine lives remember?”
“Fuck you Mutt.”
Frank ladled out the porridge into a bowl, and set it on a tray along with juice, tea, and a few sweet rolls from this morning’s breakfast. He carried the tray upstairs, and knocked on Mikey’s door.
“Come in.”
Frank opened the door, and saw Mikey lying down.
“Hey Angel, how are you feeling?”
“A little better thanks. Sorry for passing out on you, and causing you so much trouble.”
“Now stop that, the only trouble you caused was not taking care of yourself, and letting something like a red mark stress you out.”
Frank brought the tray over to Mikey and put it on the nightstand. He helped Mikey sit up then placed the tray on his lap. Mikey squeed when he saw what was in front of him.
“Frankie… you made me porridge!”
“Yeah with leeks because they have the vitamins necessary to battle a cold or fever."
“Awww Frankie, I would kiss you if I was not sick.”
“That’s okay. I will just hold you to it later, now eat.”
Mikey smiled and picked up the spoon. He carefully moved it to the side of the bowl, and picked up some of the cooler porridge. He gently placed it in his mouth, and made a sound that went straight to Frank’s cock.
“Oh my God Frankie, This is amazing!”
“Th-Th-Th-Thanks Angel.”
Frank needed to get out of there quickly before he did something very stupid. He stood up and made his way to the door.
“I’ll be back for the dish later.”
“Okay Frankie, thanks again.”
“Sure Angel, no problem.”
Frank headed down the stairs, smiling to himself till he heard a voice he did not want to here
“Vandals! Completely destroyed! I mean who would do that Brendon!?”
“I don’t know Gee. What did they destroy?”
“My leeks! The whole crop is gone!”
Frank tried to sneak into the kitchen to clean up. Brendon saw him out of the corner of his eye and smirked.
“So how’s the patient?”
“Oh, uh he’s doing well.”
“Patient? What’s wrong with Michael?”
“Oh, he just got sick after school, but he is alright now.”
“Is he awake?”
“Yeah, he is just eating now.”
“Oh, what is he eating?”
“Uh, porridge?”
”Yeah, our little kitty cat made Mikey a nice vegetable porridge.”
Frank could have clawed Brendon’s eyes out at that point. Gerard looked at him and narrowed his eyes.
”What kind of vegetable?”
”Leeks.”
pow
Frank found himself pushed back by the force of Gerard’s punch to his jaw, but he did not go down.
”What the fuck Rat? You wanna go? Let’s go!”
Gerard and Frank went to hit each other, but froze as the doorbell rang. They looked over as Brendon opened the door, and saw Bob and Pete walk in. Bob took one look at them in mid swing and sighed while Pete giggled and they headed upstairs. Frank and Gerard were stuck in mid swing like in some kind of anime.
*Mikey*
”So how is the patient?”
”OH, hi Bobby, Petey… uh, what are you doing wearing my work uniform?”
“I worked for you today so you would not lose the pay!”
”Oh Petey! You did not have to do that, but thank you. How can I repay you?”
Pete climbed up on the bed and straddled Mikey’s lap.
”Oh, I can think of a few things.”
Pete smirked and leaned in for a kiss, but he was pulled off by Bob.
”Peter, you are in the way of the patient receiving care.”
”Aw Bobby, you are no fun.”
Bob pointed to a chair, and Pete sat down sulking. Bob had his doctor’s coat on underneath his overcoat. He pulled his stethoscope out of his pocket, and placed it in his ears.
”Can you please remove your shirt Michael?”
Mikey blushed, but nodded. He took his shirt off, and revealed his pale chest. He heard Pete gasp, but was shut down by Bob quickly. Bob breathed on the stethoscope then placed it on Mikey’s chest. Mikey jumped a bit and Bob apologized for not making it warm enough. Mikey smiled and mouthed thank you. Bob continued to examine Mikey’s lungs, moving from his chest to his back. When he was done he hung the stethoscope around his neck, and went into his black bag. He pulled out a vial along with a needle and began to fill it. Mikey watched with a worried look. He did not like needles, but he knew that Bob was trying to make him better.
*Gerard*
”Look, let’s just both agree to back off okay?”
”All right.”
Both boys had been holding the same fighter's pose for the last fifteen minutes. Gerard’s arm was getting tired so he called a truce, plus he wanted to go see Mikey. Frank was watching him, and he slowly lowered his arm at the same time. Frank fixed his shirt.
”I have a kitchen to clean up. Not all the leeks were used so I left them in the basket.”
Frank left the room and Gerard headed upstairs.
”Hey Michael how… are… you... needle…”
That was the last thing that Gerard knew before he hit the floor.
*Mixed POV*
”GEE!”
Everyone looked up as Gerard went down like a rag doll. Bob ignored the commotion, and just finished readying the shot. He carefully took Mikey’s arm, and after finding the right vein, pierced it then pushed the liquid inside. Mikey jumped a little, but took it all in stride.
”There, now you should be better in no time.”
”Um… what about Gerard?”
”Oh he is alright, he just has a phobia of needles.”
”Oh!”
”Any reason that Gerard is on the floor in the hallway?”
”He saw Bob giving Mikey an injection.”
”Really now?”
”Oh stop Brendon, you know what he meant.”
Bob began packing up his stuff as Brendon picked up Gerard, and brought him to his room.
”Now young lady, no more stressing yourself sick over tests.”
”Yes Sir… So what do I owe you?”
”Nothing, this one is on me.”
Bob got up, kissed Mikey’s head, and ruffled his hair. He left with a bouncing Pete waving bye frantically. Mikey sat back and sighed. He really did have a good family now.
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*Gerard*
A few days later Mikey had made a full recovery, Gerard and him were sitting in the living room going over questions on the make up test when the door burst open and everyone jumped
”Dear sweet brother, I have returned!”
”Adam, my love, you have come home to me!”
”Yes Brendon, I will rescue you from this humble hut, and whisk you away to my castle where we will dine on fine foods everyday. I will make mad passionate love to you every night.”
Gerard watched as Mikey got a far off look on his face and he was wondering if he was thinking of Golden week when they accidentally saw his brother with Bob and Brendon. When Mikey made eye contact with him, he blushed and looked away, and Gerard knew that was exactly what he was thinking about. Adam let go of Brendon and came over to the table. He draped his body over Mikey’s back and hugged his tightly.
”And how is my favorite little girl?”
”Worn out from studying.”
Adam picked up Mikey’s work and looked at it. He made a trifling sound and threw it over his shoulder, scattering the papers all over the living room floor.
”Adam!”
Gerard got up and began to pick them up. Mikey tried to join him, but was whisked into Adam’s arms.
”Come now, you don’t need to do that, all you need to do is follow your dreams, and you can succeed at anything. Look at me! I followed my dreams and now I own a fine popular shop in town!”
”Really?”
Mikey had the look he gets when he thinks something is amazing, and the fact that he had it over his brother made Gerard want to hurl.
”Yes of course my lovely, you should come see it! Both of you! Come my dear Otouto, come with us.”
”Yeah sure, we will go.”
”You will?!”
Adam stopped swinging Mikey around and turned to Gerard with tears in his eyes. He dropped Mikey and ran over to Gerard. He picked him up and swung him in the air, earning a punch from Gerard to get him to let go. He then ran through the house telling everyone that Gerard said he would go to his shop.
”Why the fuck do I give a shit!?”
”Well Mr. Grumpy Cat, you are not invited now.”
”Good! Now get out of my fucking room!”
Frank’s voice echoed through the house as his door slammed, and Adam came gliding down the stairs.
”Come by on Sunday then, here is the address.”
Adam flourishes a card with a black rose on it that says, 'Prenez-Moi'.
He kisses Mikey passionately, and before Gerard can protest he is out the door. Mikey touches his lips and looks at the card wondering what Sunday will be like.
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*Mikey*
”It should be right around the corner… Ah here it is.”
The shop looked plain on the outside. It had white shutters that were down and the door had frosted glass. The sign that hung over it was written in a simple calligraphy.
”Hello?”
Gerard opened the door and the bell above it chimed.
”Anyone here?”
Mikey walked in behind him, and took a look around. The front of the store was full of mannequins that were waiting for fashions to be placed on them. The room beyond had the door slightly ajar. Suddenly it opened and a slightly chubby young man looked out.
”Oh, I’m sorry, we are closed today.”
”Oh, sorry, we were looking for Adam.”
”Hmmm? Oh wait are you Gerard?”
”Uh, yes and this is…”
”Patty cakes, I think we need to take it in a bit more… Gee you came!”
Gerard stopped in mid sentence as his brother came out of the room. Adam was wearing white leather chaps with no pants under them. He had on instead a pair of white leather bikini style underwear. He ran over to Gerard to hug him, and Gerard’s instinct was to high kick him in the chest. Adam fell back and the younger man ran over to him.
”Master are you alright?”
”Oh yes, no worries. Patty cakes, this is my Otouto Gerard, and his friend Mikey.”
”Nice to meet you, I’m Patrick.”
”Master?”
”Well that is my official title on the clock.”
”What what what the fuck are you wearing Adam!?”
”Oh, oh this? Oh a client is getting married and this is what they ordered. I am about the height of the bride-groom so I was making sure it did not chafe anywhere important, which Patty cakes it does.”
”But it has to be snug there for further support.”
”Yes, but it is too snug.”
”I disagree!”
”Well I am the Master and you will obey!”
”Not today, I am here on my own time and…”
”Uh, should we come back another day?”
”What? No no no, of course not, come in and let’s have tea.”
Everyone followed Patrick as he went into the room. Adam disappeared behind a changing screen to get undressed. He returned in a robe complete with tassels. Patrick came back with a trolley laden with tea and sweets. He poured for everyone and then settled down at Adam’s feet.
”So what is this place exactly?”
Both Gerard and Mikey had been looking around, realizing how many risqué costumes were here.
”Ah, well I cater to couples who are looking for a little more unconventional clothing for their lifestyle choices.”
”You run an S & M shop.”
”No Gerard it is so much more than that!”
”And that is our cue to get out of here.”
Patrick grabbed Mikey and pulled him out of his seat and into the backroom behind the curtain. He closed it as Mikey collapsed into a chair from the momentum of Patrick’s spin.
”Oh shit, hey are you all right?”
”Yeah, just a little jolted that’s all.”
”Sorry again, just wanted to get you out of there. They really need to hash out this thing between them, and do not need distractions.”
Mikey looked down at his exposed knees. He was wearing one of the dresses that Frank had bought him. His knee highs and pointed in Maryjane style shoes showing his reflection from their inward facing toes. Mikey looked up and saw Patrick studying him. Mikey looked away quickly and took in the room. There were hundreds of costumes in various stages of finished.
“Did you make these all?”
”Well I do the prototype to see if it will sell then the factory takes that and creates it for the other stores.”
”Adam has more than one?”
”Yeah, he has several boutiques in different cities. This is just the home store.”
”I never knew, I don’t think Gee knows either.”
”I am not surprised.”
Patrick knelled down on the floor across from Mikey.
”They hardly ever see each other, and when they do it is just to fight. Adam knows it is his fault though. They had a fucked-up upbringing where Gerard was tortured by Ville all the time, but Adam just thought it was favoritism. How can you understand that an adolescent would harbor thoughts like that of your baby brother. It is just horrible to even contemplate. Gerard was in hell and when he tried to talk to Adam about it, Adam just brushed him off. Years later when he found out what really happened, it was too late to say I’m sorry. I remember a conversation I had with Adam right before the store franchised out.”
”Adam, just tell him.”
”Why? It will do not good. He would not care anyway.”
”Of course he will care, it’s your brother.”
”You don’t understand Patrick, I hurt him so badly. I was not there for him when he was being hurt. I pushed him away because I was selfish. He has grown up without the support he needed. I lost him.”
Patrick ran his fingers through Adam’s hair, soothing him as he cried for all the tears that he did not shed for Gerard.
”Wow, but I think Gerard knows more than Adam realizes.”
”How can you be sure?”
”Because if he did not, he would not be here now.”
Patrick raised his head. He looked at Mikey and smiled. He shuffled closer then placed a hand on his knee.
”I can see why everyone thinks you are so amazing Mikey Rush.”
Mikey smiled and blushed at Patrick. Then he noticed that Patrick had a little gleam in his eye. Patrick moved his hand up further, pushing the dress up higher revealing the pale white of Mikey’s thigh.
”I wonder?”
”W-W-Wonder what?”
”What you would look like in one of my costumes.”
Mikey swallowed hard as Patrick pushed his hand up even more, and now brushed a hand over the soft silk of his panties. Mikey shuddered, being able to feel the heat from his fingertips through the fabric.
”I know just the costume for you too. Come on, let’s get you changed, we are going to wow our boys.”
Patrick stood up and took Mikey’s hand. He led him over to where a costume was hidden under a piece of white fabric. Patrick let go of Mikey’s hand and pulled the fabric back. Mikey gasped as he covered his mouth.
”I-I-I-I-I-I can’t w-w-w-wear that!”
”Oh, but you can, and you will. You will look amazing Mikey when I get through with you.”
Mikey started to back up, but Patrick grabbed him and spun him into a corner, trapping him with his own body. He ran a hand up Mikey’s side and settled it on his neck caressing the skin lightly.
”You have the perfect body, the perfect skin to showcase my greatest work to the Master.”
”A-A-A-Adam has not s-s-seen it yet?”
”No, because I wanted the perfect model for it and you, Mikey Rush are it.”
Patrick reached up and pressed his lips to Mikey’s. Mikey pulled back at first, but Patrick was persistent, and he continued to press forward until Mikey gave way. Then his mouth was invaded by Patrick’s probing tongue, and Mikey could not stop the moan coming out from his throat. Patrick reached behind, and pulled the zipper down on his dress, causing it to fall off his shoulders. He broke the kiss and moved his lips down to his jaw and neck. He slowly worked the dress off as he slid to his knees, trailing his lips down Mikey’s chest and crossing to his hip bones. He playfully nipped each one and lifted one of Mikey’s legs so that his shoe rested on his thigh. He slowly unbuckled his shoe and he licked and sucked on the inner flesh of his thigh. Mikey gasped at each nip of his teeth, and smacked his head against the wall. Patrick removed the shoe and then rolled the knee high down, trailing kisses along the back of Mikey’s knee. He repeated the process with the other leg till Mikey was breathing hard in just a pair of black panties with a raging erection peeking out of the top of them. Patrick stood up and ran his thumb over the head, and Mikey bucked forward.
”Easy there little girl, not yet, save it for them. Come on, let’s get you in costume.”
Patrick went in the drawer next to Mikey, and pulled out a garter belt. He looped it around Mikey’s waist and fastened it. He then grabbed a pair of lace stockings and held them for Mikey to step into while he attached the garter belt straps to each. He brought over a pair of high heeled over the knee leather boots and carefully laced them up. Once that was done, he sat Mikey down at the vanity and did his hair and make up with kohl to add a smoky finish. Patrick turned him and smiled.
”Now we are ready for the pièce de résistance.”
*Gerard*
Surprisingly Gerard was having a good time with Adam. They had talked most things out and Gerard was feeling good. He did not fully trust his brother, but they were in a better place now at least.
”So where did Michael and Patrick go?”
”Oh I suspect that Patrick is showing him all the costumes that we have for sale.”
”Ah, well I am happy for you Adam. Ten shops is quite a business.”
”Thank you Gerard. That means a lot to me.”
”Oh boys, is it safe to return yet?”
”Yes Patty cakes, we have not killed each other.”
”Good because I have something to show you, and I would not want to get blood on it.”
”Really, well we are all eyes for you.”
The curtain parted and any words that Gerard had dried up in his mouth. He looked at Adam who was equally as stunned. Mikey was standing there in the tightest leather dress he had ever seen. There was no hiding any of his flaws, but it did not matter because Gerard could not see any. Mikey had on long leather gloves, and a leather choker lined with lace with a single red heart dangling from it. He had on four inch high heeled leather boots that laced, and came up over the knee. The length of the dress did nothing to hide the suspenders that showed at the bottom and held up the lace stockings.
”Patrick, did you make this?”
”Yes, but I never had the perfect model until now.”
”Oh he is perfect isn’t he Gerard?”
Gerard had no words still. Mikey walked carefully forward, and Gerard could see how awkward he felt in the outfit, but still it suited him.
”Gee, w-w-w-what do you think?”
”Mikey…”
Gerard stood up from his chair and Mikey moved closer. He stopped just in front of him.
”Do you like it?”
”Mikey…”
Gerard reached a hand up and caressed Mikey’s cheek.
”Gee?”
”Mikey you look…”
Adam had moved over to where Patrick was.
”Did I please you Master?”
”Oh yes Patty cakes, you did amazing. Come, let me reward you.”
Adam picked up Patrick and carried him behind the curtain, leaving Gerard and Mikey alone.
Gerard moved his hand from Mikey’s face to his neck and down his shoulder. He skimmed over his waist slowly, and pulled him in, making Mikey lose his balance a little.
”You look incredible. I just, I just have to…”
Gerard leaned up and kissed Mikey’s jaw, following it down to his neck. He pushed into it, licking and sucking on his collarbone.
”Ah, Gee, I’m gonna fall.”
Gerard wrapped his arms around Mikey, and pulled him to the sofa that Adam had been sitting on. He pushed him down and climbed on top of him. Gerard ran a hand down the stockinged legs, and began to unlace the boots. Once he had them off he ran his hand up the full length of the stocking, and slipped it under the tight fitting dress.
”God Mikey, you feel so…”
Gerard could not stop touching Mikey everywhere. He could feel himself getting hard against his leg.
”Gee, please I need…”
Gerard pushed up the tight dress and pulled down Mikey’s panties, or tried to, but the suspenders got in the way. Mikey was bucking against his hand not seeming to care.
”Mikey, do you want me to?”
"Fuck no, yes, I don’t know, just anything right now!”
Gerard quickly undid his pants and pulled his leaking cock out. He pulled Mikey up and sat him in his lap. He crushed Mikey to his chest and rubbed their erections together. Mikey kissed him hard enough to bite his lip and draw blood. They ground against each other, panting and clawing at skin.
”Ah, fuck Mikey, I’m gonna…”
”Ah, me too!”
Both boys came, groaning and bucking up into each other. Mikey slumped forward on Gerard’s shoulder as he kept kneading Mikey’s ass.
”So good Mikey, so fucking good.”
Mikey laughed into his shoulder.
”You sound like Frankie now, but I like it.”
Gerard should have gotten upset at this, but he was so blissed out he did not care. He did care however that he could hear his brother and Patrick in the next room.
”We need to get out of here.”
”But my clothing?”
”Ahhh, fuck Patrick, right there!”
”Mmmm, yes Master.”
”Do you want to go in there?”
”On second thought no.”
Mikey flopped down next to Gerard and cleaned off the dress as best he could. He then put the other boot back on and laced it up. He stood up and watched Gerard fix himself and then join him.
”Well the trip home ought to be interesting.”
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*Brendon*
”We're home!”
Brendon heard the door close and Mikey’s voice echoing through the house. He got up from his desk and made his way out of his office. He joined Frank in the hallway, as Frank was making his way to the bathroom. Brendon went down the stairs to greet them.
”Hey guys how was… the… trip? Mikey uh… What are you wearing?”
”Oh uh, hey Bren, um… Well I kind of…”
Brendon took in the full outfit and whistled appreciatively. Mikey kissed Gerard on the cheek then squeezed by Brendon to head up the stairs.
”I’m just going to go change into a… yeah.”
Mikey went up the stairs as quickly as he could in the high heeled boots. Brendon moved into the living room and sat down, facing a very flush Gerard.
”So how was the visit?”
”It was good uh…”
”HOLY SHIT MIKEY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING!?”
Brendon laughed as Frank’s voice echoed through the house. He turned back to Gerard ignoring it, knowing it would sort out itself.
”Continue.”
”Well, I was surprised to find out what he did. I was even more surprised to find he did it well, and had so many stores. He really is very different than when we were younger.”
”Yeah he is and I am glad you gave him a chance.”
Gerard smiled and settled into the chair and talked about visit as the sun was setting out side.
Okay onto the fic.
So, Mikey is not doing so well in school and falls ill due to his worrying about his grades. The family is of course there to help out with Frank and Gerard at the forefront of the fight. Then Gerard bonds with his brother Adam more courtesy of our sweet Mikey Rush, but what happens when the boys find out what kind of business Adam runs? dun dun dun ^0^
Enjoy everyone! ^-^
'Prenez-Moi'~ Take me in French
*Mikey**
It had been a fairly quiet week at school and the house. Gerard and Frank had been getting along as well as they could. Mikey had more chances to hang out with Tommy and Zacky recently. They were having lunch on the roof at school.
”So you never told us what happened with the Prince Way Club.”
Apparently earlier in the week, Bert had approached Zacky, and asked if he, along with the rest of the club, could go over to his house to learn more about his powers of perception. Zacky surprisingly agreed, and what ensued was a situation that would befit a TV comedy. In the end they were just looking for a way to get back at Mikey for hanging around with Gerard. Something similar happened to Gerard when he had an encounter with Bert. Although with a less shady outcome, it was apparent to him that Bert was not planning to give up on him at all.
”Well between you and Gerard, it has been a Prince Way week huh? Hey Mikey?”
Mikey was trying to listen to the conversation, but he was a little overheated, and had a slight headache.
”Sorry Tommy, I think I got a little too much sun.”
”All right, well just be careful.”
”I will.”
Tommy kissed Mikey on the head, and they packed up their leftovers before the bell rang.
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”So, you have your grades back from before Golden week. If you have any red marks, we can do a make up exam next week.”
Mikey did not hear anything else. He was staring at the red mark on his grade paper. He did not even hear the bell ring.
”Mikey? Hey Mikey?”
Tommy nudged him out of his stupor. He looked up at Tommy with tears in his eyes.
”Aww, what’s wrong sweetie, did you get a red mark?”
Mikey pathetically lifted his paper up to show Tommy.
”Don’t worry sweetie, you will do better on the make up.”
”But I let my mother down…”
”Mikey, don’t worry, it is not so bad, see?”
Zacky showed his grade paper to all them, and he had five red marks.
”Jesus Zacky!”
”No worries, it will be fine.”
Mikey was happy he did not have five, but one was bothering him.
”I have to get ready to go to work.”
”All right Mikey, take it easy though.”
Mikey got up and trudged to his locker. The headache was getting worse now, and his anxiety was mounting over his failure. Mikey switched out of his shoes then started for the door.
”Hey Mikey wait up!”
Mikey turned and saw Frank.
”Hey Frankie.”
”Hey, you all right?”
”Yeah, just a little headache.”
”Oh, are you working today?”
”Yeah, on my way there now.”
”Cool, I’ll walk with you.”
They started to walk with Frank ahead of him rambling about something, but Mikey could not concentrate on whatever it was. It felt like he had cotton in his head.
”Huh?”
”I asked if you got your grades back?”
”Oh… yeah, got a red mark.”
”Oh so the make up test then right?”
”Well I am sure you will do better on it… Mikey? Mikey? Mikey!”
*Frank*
Frank jumped and caught Mikey as he slumped over. The boy was burning up, and hot to the touch. Frank scooped him up then took off for home. He crashed through the door.
”Brendon! Where the fuck are you, you mangy Mutt?”
”Here Frank, geeze I was… What happened?”
Brendon rushed over, and helped Frank carry Mikey upstairs to his room. Brendon turned down the bed and placed towels down. Frank carefully removed Mikey’s school uniform, and blushed as he realized his chest was not covered. Brendon saw this and went over to Frank.
”Hey, he needs to be comfortable.”
”It’s just weird because I know he is a guy, but…”
”Yeah I get it. Just leave him in his skirt though.”
They put Mikey in the bed, and his breathing was very shallow. Brendon left for the bathroom, and Frank sat next to Mikey on the bed, stroking his hair. Brendon returned with a cold cloth and placed it on Mikey's head.
”I’m going to go call Bob.”
Frank sat with Mikey for a bit till he opened his eyes.
”Frankie?”
”Shhh easy Angel, you fainted on the way home.”
”Oh, sorry to put you out like that. Oh wait! I have work I…”
Mikey tried to sit up but collapsed against the pillow.
”Hey hey hey, you are not going anywhere. You need to rest.”
”But but but…”
”No buts young lady.”
Brendon came in with the phone.
”Dr. Bob’s orders. Stay in bed, drink plenty of fluids, and he will see you later. Oh and sleep.”
Frank and Brendon kissed Mikey then left him to rest. They both went downstairs.
”I feel so fucking helpless!”
”Yeah, well that happens when someone you care about is sick.”
”There has to be something I can do.”
”Why don’t you make him something to eat?”
Frank nodded and went into the kitchen. He pulled out a cookbook, and started looking through recipes.
”Here, use this too.”
Brendon brought a medical book over to him.
”This will tell you what kinds of foods are really good for him right now.”
Brendon left and Frank opened up the book to fevers. He moved his finger down all the different foods. He stopped his finger at a part and freezes.
”Your fucking kidding me!”
”What’s wrong Fwanikie?”
Frank spun around and saw Pete leaning on the counter.
”What are you doing here?”
”I heard from Bobby that Mikey Mike was sick, so I came over to see if I could help.”
”Well we have it handled.”
”How is he?”
”He’s fucking sick stupid! He even tried to get up, and go to work!”
”Work? Hey! That is how I can help!”
”What are you talking about?”
”Gotta go Fwankie, bye!”
”Don’t fucking call me that!”
Frank groaned as Pete bounced out of the room. He looked again at the ingredients and sighed. He grabbed a basket and headed out to Gerard’s garden.
”So you are who again?”
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”Hi! I’m Petey! I’m here to work for Mikey!”
The workers stand and watch the boy slip on the oversized uniform then start to clean the floor. He stuck his ass up in the air as he placed the cloth on the ground, and started to move quickly polishing the floor.
”Does he not know that we have a floor polisher?”
”Who cares, just enjoy the view while we have it.”
The other worker nodded then leaned back on the wall and finished her cigarette.
*Frank*
“Ugh, this is so fucking gross!”
Frank looked like he was ready for surgery. He was wearing a face mask, eye protection, and rubber gloves as he stirred the bubbling pot. Next to him in a basket on the cutting board was his mortal enemy… leeks.
“Why the fuck did it have to be leeks?”
Frank continued to stir the pot till the porridge was well cooked. He then sauteed the fresh leeks sitting in a pan, and added them to the pot. It looked good, he just hoped it tasted as great as it looked.
“Watcha doin Frankie?”
Frank jumped when Brendon spoke into his ear.
“Christ Brendon! You are going to give me a fucking heart attack!”
“Aw its okay Frankie, cats have nine lives remember?”
“Fuck you Mutt.”
Frank ladled out the porridge into a bowl, and set it on a tray along with juice, tea, and a few sweet rolls from this morning’s breakfast. He carried the tray upstairs, and knocked on Mikey’s door.
“Come in.”
Frank opened the door, and saw Mikey lying down.
“Hey Angel, how are you feeling?”
“A little better thanks. Sorry for passing out on you, and causing you so much trouble.”
“Now stop that, the only trouble you caused was not taking care of yourself, and letting something like a red mark stress you out.”
Frank brought the tray over to Mikey and put it on the nightstand. He helped Mikey sit up then placed the tray on his lap. Mikey squeed when he saw what was in front of him.
“Frankie… you made me porridge!”
“Yeah with leeks because they have the vitamins necessary to battle a cold or fever."
“Awww Frankie, I would kiss you if I was not sick.”
“That’s okay. I will just hold you to it later, now eat.”
Mikey smiled and picked up the spoon. He carefully moved it to the side of the bowl, and picked up some of the cooler porridge. He gently placed it in his mouth, and made a sound that went straight to Frank’s cock.
“Oh my God Frankie, This is amazing!”
“Th-Th-Th-Thanks Angel.”
Frank needed to get out of there quickly before he did something very stupid. He stood up and made his way to the door.
“I’ll be back for the dish later.”
“Okay Frankie, thanks again.”
“Sure Angel, no problem.”
Frank headed down the stairs, smiling to himself till he heard a voice he did not want to here
“Vandals! Completely destroyed! I mean who would do that Brendon!?”
“I don’t know Gee. What did they destroy?”
“My leeks! The whole crop is gone!”
Frank tried to sneak into the kitchen to clean up. Brendon saw him out of the corner of his eye and smirked.
“So how’s the patient?”
“Oh, uh he’s doing well.”
“Patient? What’s wrong with Michael?”
“Oh, he just got sick after school, but he is alright now.”
“Is he awake?”
“Yeah, he is just eating now.”
“Oh, what is he eating?”
“Uh, porridge?”
”Yeah, our little kitty cat made Mikey a nice vegetable porridge.”
Frank could have clawed Brendon’s eyes out at that point. Gerard looked at him and narrowed his eyes.
”What kind of vegetable?”
”Leeks.”
pow
Frank found himself pushed back by the force of Gerard’s punch to his jaw, but he did not go down.
”What the fuck Rat? You wanna go? Let’s go!”
Gerard and Frank went to hit each other, but froze as the doorbell rang. They looked over as Brendon opened the door, and saw Bob and Pete walk in. Bob took one look at them in mid swing and sighed while Pete giggled and they headed upstairs. Frank and Gerard were stuck in mid swing like in some kind of anime.
*Mikey*
”So how is the patient?”
”OH, hi Bobby, Petey… uh, what are you doing wearing my work uniform?”
“I worked for you today so you would not lose the pay!”
”Oh Petey! You did not have to do that, but thank you. How can I repay you?”
Pete climbed up on the bed and straddled Mikey’s lap.
”Oh, I can think of a few things.”
Pete smirked and leaned in for a kiss, but he was pulled off by Bob.
”Peter, you are in the way of the patient receiving care.”
”Aw Bobby, you are no fun.”
Bob pointed to a chair, and Pete sat down sulking. Bob had his doctor’s coat on underneath his overcoat. He pulled his stethoscope out of his pocket, and placed it in his ears.
”Can you please remove your shirt Michael?”
Mikey blushed, but nodded. He took his shirt off, and revealed his pale chest. He heard Pete gasp, but was shut down by Bob quickly. Bob breathed on the stethoscope then placed it on Mikey’s chest. Mikey jumped a bit and Bob apologized for not making it warm enough. Mikey smiled and mouthed thank you. Bob continued to examine Mikey’s lungs, moving from his chest to his back. When he was done he hung the stethoscope around his neck, and went into his black bag. He pulled out a vial along with a needle and began to fill it. Mikey watched with a worried look. He did not like needles, but he knew that Bob was trying to make him better.
*Gerard*
”Look, let’s just both agree to back off okay?”
”All right.”
Both boys had been holding the same fighter's pose for the last fifteen minutes. Gerard’s arm was getting tired so he called a truce, plus he wanted to go see Mikey. Frank was watching him, and he slowly lowered his arm at the same time. Frank fixed his shirt.
”I have a kitchen to clean up. Not all the leeks were used so I left them in the basket.”
Frank left the room and Gerard headed upstairs.
”Hey Michael how… are… you... needle…”
That was the last thing that Gerard knew before he hit the floor.
*Mixed POV*
”GEE!”
Everyone looked up as Gerard went down like a rag doll. Bob ignored the commotion, and just finished readying the shot. He carefully took Mikey’s arm, and after finding the right vein, pierced it then pushed the liquid inside. Mikey jumped a little, but took it all in stride.
”There, now you should be better in no time.”
”Um… what about Gerard?”
”Oh he is alright, he just has a phobia of needles.”
”Oh!”
”Any reason that Gerard is on the floor in the hallway?”
”He saw Bob giving Mikey an injection.”
”Really now?”
”Oh stop Brendon, you know what he meant.”
Bob began packing up his stuff as Brendon picked up Gerard, and brought him to his room.
”Now young lady, no more stressing yourself sick over tests.”
”Yes Sir… So what do I owe you?”
”Nothing, this one is on me.”
Bob got up, kissed Mikey’s head, and ruffled his hair. He left with a bouncing Pete waving bye frantically. Mikey sat back and sighed. He really did have a good family now.
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*Gerard*
A few days later Mikey had made a full recovery, Gerard and him were sitting in the living room going over questions on the make up test when the door burst open and everyone jumped
”Dear sweet brother, I have returned!”
”Adam, my love, you have come home to me!”
”Yes Brendon, I will rescue you from this humble hut, and whisk you away to my castle where we will dine on fine foods everyday. I will make mad passionate love to you every night.”
Gerard watched as Mikey got a far off look on his face and he was wondering if he was thinking of Golden week when they accidentally saw his brother with Bob and Brendon. When Mikey made eye contact with him, he blushed and looked away, and Gerard knew that was exactly what he was thinking about. Adam let go of Brendon and came over to the table. He draped his body over Mikey’s back and hugged his tightly.
”And how is my favorite little girl?”
”Worn out from studying.”
Adam picked up Mikey’s work and looked at it. He made a trifling sound and threw it over his shoulder, scattering the papers all over the living room floor.
”Adam!”
Gerard got up and began to pick them up. Mikey tried to join him, but was whisked into Adam’s arms.
”Come now, you don’t need to do that, all you need to do is follow your dreams, and you can succeed at anything. Look at me! I followed my dreams and now I own a fine popular shop in town!”
”Really?”
Mikey had the look he gets when he thinks something is amazing, and the fact that he had it over his brother made Gerard want to hurl.
”Yes of course my lovely, you should come see it! Both of you! Come my dear Otouto, come with us.”
”Yeah sure, we will go.”
”You will?!”
Adam stopped swinging Mikey around and turned to Gerard with tears in his eyes. He dropped Mikey and ran over to Gerard. He picked him up and swung him in the air, earning a punch from Gerard to get him to let go. He then ran through the house telling everyone that Gerard said he would go to his shop.
”Why the fuck do I give a shit!?”
”Well Mr. Grumpy Cat, you are not invited now.”
”Good! Now get out of my fucking room!”
Frank’s voice echoed through the house as his door slammed, and Adam came gliding down the stairs.
”Come by on Sunday then, here is the address.”
Adam flourishes a card with a black rose on it that says, 'Prenez-Moi'.
He kisses Mikey passionately, and before Gerard can protest he is out the door. Mikey touches his lips and looks at the card wondering what Sunday will be like.
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*Mikey*
”It should be right around the corner… Ah here it is.”
The shop looked plain on the outside. It had white shutters that were down and the door had frosted glass. The sign that hung over it was written in a simple calligraphy.
”Hello?”
Gerard opened the door and the bell above it chimed.
”Anyone here?”
Mikey walked in behind him, and took a look around. The front of the store was full of mannequins that were waiting for fashions to be placed on them. The room beyond had the door slightly ajar. Suddenly it opened and a slightly chubby young man looked out.
”Oh, I’m sorry, we are closed today.”
”Oh, sorry, we were looking for Adam.”
”Hmmm? Oh wait are you Gerard?”
”Uh, yes and this is…”
”Patty cakes, I think we need to take it in a bit more… Gee you came!”
Gerard stopped in mid sentence as his brother came out of the room. Adam was wearing white leather chaps with no pants under them. He had on instead a pair of white leather bikini style underwear. He ran over to Gerard to hug him, and Gerard’s instinct was to high kick him in the chest. Adam fell back and the younger man ran over to him.
”Master are you alright?”
”Oh yes, no worries. Patty cakes, this is my Otouto Gerard, and his friend Mikey.”
”Nice to meet you, I’m Patrick.”
”Master?”
”Well that is my official title on the clock.”
”What what what the fuck are you wearing Adam!?”
”Oh, oh this? Oh a client is getting married and this is what they ordered. I am about the height of the bride-groom so I was making sure it did not chafe anywhere important, which Patty cakes it does.”
”But it has to be snug there for further support.”
”Yes, but it is too snug.”
”I disagree!”
”Well I am the Master and you will obey!”
”Not today, I am here on my own time and…”
”Uh, should we come back another day?”
”What? No no no, of course not, come in and let’s have tea.”
Everyone followed Patrick as he went into the room. Adam disappeared behind a changing screen to get undressed. He returned in a robe complete with tassels. Patrick came back with a trolley laden with tea and sweets. He poured for everyone and then settled down at Adam’s feet.
”So what is this place exactly?”
Both Gerard and Mikey had been looking around, realizing how many risqué costumes were here.
”Ah, well I cater to couples who are looking for a little more unconventional clothing for their lifestyle choices.”
”You run an S & M shop.”
”No Gerard it is so much more than that!”
”And that is our cue to get out of here.”
Patrick grabbed Mikey and pulled him out of his seat and into the backroom behind the curtain. He closed it as Mikey collapsed into a chair from the momentum of Patrick’s spin.
”Oh shit, hey are you all right?”
”Yeah, just a little jolted that’s all.”
”Sorry again, just wanted to get you out of there. They really need to hash out this thing between them, and do not need distractions.”
Mikey looked down at his exposed knees. He was wearing one of the dresses that Frank had bought him. His knee highs and pointed in Maryjane style shoes showing his reflection from their inward facing toes. Mikey looked up and saw Patrick studying him. Mikey looked away quickly and took in the room. There were hundreds of costumes in various stages of finished.
“Did you make these all?”
”Well I do the prototype to see if it will sell then the factory takes that and creates it for the other stores.”
”Adam has more than one?”
”Yeah, he has several boutiques in different cities. This is just the home store.”
”I never knew, I don’t think Gee knows either.”
”I am not surprised.”
Patrick knelled down on the floor across from Mikey.
”They hardly ever see each other, and when they do it is just to fight. Adam knows it is his fault though. They had a fucked-up upbringing where Gerard was tortured by Ville all the time, but Adam just thought it was favoritism. How can you understand that an adolescent would harbor thoughts like that of your baby brother. It is just horrible to even contemplate. Gerard was in hell and when he tried to talk to Adam about it, Adam just brushed him off. Years later when he found out what really happened, it was too late to say I’m sorry. I remember a conversation I had with Adam right before the store franchised out.”
”Adam, just tell him.”
”Why? It will do not good. He would not care anyway.”
”Of course he will care, it’s your brother.”
”You don’t understand Patrick, I hurt him so badly. I was not there for him when he was being hurt. I pushed him away because I was selfish. He has grown up without the support he needed. I lost him.”
Patrick ran his fingers through Adam’s hair, soothing him as he cried for all the tears that he did not shed for Gerard.
”Wow, but I think Gerard knows more than Adam realizes.”
”How can you be sure?”
”Because if he did not, he would not be here now.”
Patrick raised his head. He looked at Mikey and smiled. He shuffled closer then placed a hand on his knee.
”I can see why everyone thinks you are so amazing Mikey Rush.”
Mikey smiled and blushed at Patrick. Then he noticed that Patrick had a little gleam in his eye. Patrick moved his hand up further, pushing the dress up higher revealing the pale white of Mikey’s thigh.
”I wonder?”
”W-W-Wonder what?”
”What you would look like in one of my costumes.”
Mikey swallowed hard as Patrick pushed his hand up even more, and now brushed a hand over the soft silk of his panties. Mikey shuddered, being able to feel the heat from his fingertips through the fabric.
”I know just the costume for you too. Come on, let’s get you changed, we are going to wow our boys.”
Patrick stood up and took Mikey’s hand. He led him over to where a costume was hidden under a piece of white fabric. Patrick let go of Mikey’s hand and pulled the fabric back. Mikey gasped as he covered his mouth.
”I-I-I-I-I-I can’t w-w-w-wear that!”
”Oh, but you can, and you will. You will look amazing Mikey when I get through with you.”
Mikey started to back up, but Patrick grabbed him and spun him into a corner, trapping him with his own body. He ran a hand up Mikey’s side and settled it on his neck caressing the skin lightly.
”You have the perfect body, the perfect skin to showcase my greatest work to the Master.”
”A-A-A-Adam has not s-s-seen it yet?”
”No, because I wanted the perfect model for it and you, Mikey Rush are it.”
Patrick reached up and pressed his lips to Mikey’s. Mikey pulled back at first, but Patrick was persistent, and he continued to press forward until Mikey gave way. Then his mouth was invaded by Patrick’s probing tongue, and Mikey could not stop the moan coming out from his throat. Patrick reached behind, and pulled the zipper down on his dress, causing it to fall off his shoulders. He broke the kiss and moved his lips down to his jaw and neck. He slowly worked the dress off as he slid to his knees, trailing his lips down Mikey’s chest and crossing to his hip bones. He playfully nipped each one and lifted one of Mikey’s legs so that his shoe rested on his thigh. He slowly unbuckled his shoe and he licked and sucked on the inner flesh of his thigh. Mikey gasped at each nip of his teeth, and smacked his head against the wall. Patrick removed the shoe and then rolled the knee high down, trailing kisses along the back of Mikey’s knee. He repeated the process with the other leg till Mikey was breathing hard in just a pair of black panties with a raging erection peeking out of the top of them. Patrick stood up and ran his thumb over the head, and Mikey bucked forward.
”Easy there little girl, not yet, save it for them. Come on, let’s get you in costume.”
Patrick went in the drawer next to Mikey, and pulled out a garter belt. He looped it around Mikey’s waist and fastened it. He then grabbed a pair of lace stockings and held them for Mikey to step into while he attached the garter belt straps to each. He brought over a pair of high heeled over the knee leather boots and carefully laced them up. Once that was done, he sat Mikey down at the vanity and did his hair and make up with kohl to add a smoky finish. Patrick turned him and smiled.
”Now we are ready for the pièce de résistance.”
*Gerard*
Surprisingly Gerard was having a good time with Adam. They had talked most things out and Gerard was feeling good. He did not fully trust his brother, but they were in a better place now at least.
”So where did Michael and Patrick go?”
”Oh I suspect that Patrick is showing him all the costumes that we have for sale.”
”Ah, well I am happy for you Adam. Ten shops is quite a business.”
”Thank you Gerard. That means a lot to me.”
”Oh boys, is it safe to return yet?”
”Yes Patty cakes, we have not killed each other.”
”Good because I have something to show you, and I would not want to get blood on it.”
”Really, well we are all eyes for you.”
The curtain parted and any words that Gerard had dried up in his mouth. He looked at Adam who was equally as stunned. Mikey was standing there in the tightest leather dress he had ever seen. There was no hiding any of his flaws, but it did not matter because Gerard could not see any. Mikey had on long leather gloves, and a leather choker lined with lace with a single red heart dangling from it. He had on four inch high heeled leather boots that laced, and came up over the knee. The length of the dress did nothing to hide the suspenders that showed at the bottom and held up the lace stockings.
”Patrick, did you make this?”
”Yes, but I never had the perfect model until now.”
”Oh he is perfect isn’t he Gerard?”
Gerard had no words still. Mikey walked carefully forward, and Gerard could see how awkward he felt in the outfit, but still it suited him.
”Gee, w-w-w-what do you think?”
”Mikey…”
Gerard stood up from his chair and Mikey moved closer. He stopped just in front of him.
”Do you like it?”
”Mikey…”
Gerard reached a hand up and caressed Mikey’s cheek.
”Gee?”
”Mikey you look…”
Adam had moved over to where Patrick was.
”Did I please you Master?”
”Oh yes Patty cakes, you did amazing. Come, let me reward you.”
Adam picked up Patrick and carried him behind the curtain, leaving Gerard and Mikey alone.
Gerard moved his hand from Mikey’s face to his neck and down his shoulder. He skimmed over his waist slowly, and pulled him in, making Mikey lose his balance a little.
”You look incredible. I just, I just have to…”
Gerard leaned up and kissed Mikey’s jaw, following it down to his neck. He pushed into it, licking and sucking on his collarbone.
”Ah, Gee, I’m gonna fall.”
Gerard wrapped his arms around Mikey, and pulled him to the sofa that Adam had been sitting on. He pushed him down and climbed on top of him. Gerard ran a hand down the stockinged legs, and began to unlace the boots. Once he had them off he ran his hand up the full length of the stocking, and slipped it under the tight fitting dress.
”God Mikey, you feel so…”
Gerard could not stop touching Mikey everywhere. He could feel himself getting hard against his leg.
”Gee, please I need…”
Gerard pushed up the tight dress and pulled down Mikey’s panties, or tried to, but the suspenders got in the way. Mikey was bucking against his hand not seeming to care.
”Mikey, do you want me to?”
"Fuck no, yes, I don’t know, just anything right now!”
Gerard quickly undid his pants and pulled his leaking cock out. He pulled Mikey up and sat him in his lap. He crushed Mikey to his chest and rubbed their erections together. Mikey kissed him hard enough to bite his lip and draw blood. They ground against each other, panting and clawing at skin.
”Ah, fuck Mikey, I’m gonna…”
”Ah, me too!”
Both boys came, groaning and bucking up into each other. Mikey slumped forward on Gerard’s shoulder as he kept kneading Mikey’s ass.
”So good Mikey, so fucking good.”
Mikey laughed into his shoulder.
”You sound like Frankie now, but I like it.”
Gerard should have gotten upset at this, but he was so blissed out he did not care. He did care however that he could hear his brother and Patrick in the next room.
”We need to get out of here.”
”But my clothing?”
”Ahhh, fuck Patrick, right there!”
”Mmmm, yes Master.”
”Do you want to go in there?”
”On second thought no.”
Mikey flopped down next to Gerard and cleaned off the dress as best he could. He then put the other boot back on and laced it up. He stood up and watched Gerard fix himself and then join him.
”Well the trip home ought to be interesting.”
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*Brendon*
”We're home!”
Brendon heard the door close and Mikey’s voice echoing through the house. He got up from his desk and made his way out of his office. He joined Frank in the hallway, as Frank was making his way to the bathroom. Brendon went down the stairs to greet them.
”Hey guys how was… the… trip? Mikey uh… What are you wearing?”
”Oh uh, hey Bren, um… Well I kind of…”
Brendon took in the full outfit and whistled appreciatively. Mikey kissed Gerard on the cheek then squeezed by Brendon to head up the stairs.
”I’m just going to go change into a… yeah.”
Mikey went up the stairs as quickly as he could in the high heeled boots. Brendon moved into the living room and sat down, facing a very flush Gerard.
”So how was the visit?”
”It was good uh…”
”HOLY SHIT MIKEY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING!?”
Brendon laughed as Frank’s voice echoed through the house. He turned back to Gerard ignoring it, knowing it would sort out itself.
”Continue.”
”Well, I was surprised to find out what he did. I was even more surprised to find he did it well, and had so many stores. He really is very different than when we were younger.”
”Yeah he is and I am glad you gave him a chance.”
Gerard smiled and settled into the chair and talked about visit as the sun was setting out side.
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