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I loved Mikey..... or at least I thought I did. Him and I had been going out for quite some time..... long enough to where I had moved in with him last month. Things were pretty serious. I remembered the first time I met him and the first time we kissed and all that shit. And I liked it. I truly did. But there was one problem. His brother.

Mikey's brother had always intrigued me. I'm not sure what it was. I noticed the small things that Gerard and Mikey had in common, those where the things I loved. The jaw line, the same nose, the same eyebrows, the way they loved a lot of the same things. That's what I looked for when I would see Gerard. I looked for things they had in common, but the more I looked, the more I realized I liked it on Gerard much better. It was terrible and selfish and mean but it was true. Honestly, there would be times where I would kiss Mikey and picture him as Gerard in my mind. It couldn't be helped. I would kiss his jaw and wonder what Gerard tasted like, how he felt, how he kissed, or how he fucked. I wanted to know all of it.

Slowly, over time, I couldn't control myself around Gerard. One time I had to excuse myself to go jack-off in the bathroom because I was watching Gerard eat. I just had watched his mouth and I couldn't help myself. Gerard's bright red hair was probably one of the biggest fucking turn-ons I've ever seen, I just couldn't admit it.

Mikey and I's sexual life had boomed at the start of my crush on his brother. Mostly because I had a lot of sexual frustration I needed to get out, but lately I could badly bring myself to kiss Mikey. He didn't deserve it, but he just wasn't what I wanted anymore. We had fucked last night, but my heart just hadn't been in it.

Gerard though, he was a different story. He was my boyfriends brother, yet I still wanted him. He was just so.....intriguing. There was no other way to put it. I couldn't figure out what he had that Mikey didn't. Whatever it was, I wanted it. No. I needed it. With a passion. I wanted to have every inch of that man, even if it killed me.

That's why it was so hard for me now. Gerard was spending the next two weeks with us while he was getting some pipes fixed in his apartment. It had been three days and already the alone time with Gerard was killing me. Mikey was off at the comic store he owned. Gerard was an artist so he brought his work here, and honestly it was amazing; everything he did awed me. I worked at the studio from the hours of 4am-11am. I usually got home the time Gerard was waking up.

I walked up to Mikey and I's apartment, tired from the long day I had at work..... if you could call it a day. I reached in my bag, frantically searching for my keys.

"Shit" I mumbled when I was unsuccessful of finding them. Thankfully Gerard was still in the apartment. Hopefully. I cleared my throat as I approached the door and gave a slight knock. Butterflies were dancing around in my stomach. I couldn't help but feel like whenever I saw Gerard it was like I was back in highschool and I had a crush on someone. Whenever I thought of Gerard it was like that, yet if was so much worse because I wasn't aloud to like Gerard. Hell, I was fucking his brother.

Gerard was my forbidden fruit and I needed a taste.

I heard some shuffling in the apartment and then a slight click and the door opened, giving a squeaking sound that had been there sense Mikey had moved in. Gerard stood in the doorway; he had his usual long pajama pants on but this time there was something I had never seen before..... Gerard wasn't wearing a shirt. I forced my eyes to look at Gerard face but it was difficult with the blush that burned my face.

"I....... uh........ forgot my-uh keys" I stuttered. "Sorry I woke you"

"Oh! you didn't wake me, I don't like to paint with much clothes on..... don't want to stain them all up, ya know?" Gerard winked at me and stepped aside, letting me in. I felt my cheeks grow hotter and I walked past him to set my things on the couch. I looked up to see in the middle of the living room was another one of Gerard's paintings. It was an unfinished painting of a lion about to pounce on a zebra. It was strangely one of the most beautiful pictures I've ever seen him do. It was one of the best paintings is seen anyone do. I didn't know much about art, but I did know that he had talent. The detail was incredible, and he still had a lot to do.

"Holy fuck, Gerard!" I walked over to the painting and admired it. Gerard walked up beside me and stared at the painting as well. "How do you do it" I breathed.

"I just........can" he shrugged. I looked over at him and met his eyes. He was looking at me and I couldn't help but blush again. Fuck these stupid emotions. I turned back to the painting and pulled a strand of my hair out of my face. I got caught in the beauty of the painting again. I tried to think of Mikey again and what I loved about that boy. He was the one I liked. Not Gerard. Gerard and Mikey just looked similar..... that's why I was getting my emotions mixed up. Or at least I hope.

"Your really talented, you know Gerard?" I looked over at him and he was looking at the painting again, deep in thought. He bit his lip (something I wish he hadn't done; it was very hot) and he turned to me.

"You think? I've been having trouble getting people to buy lately" he looked down at his feet, avoiding my gaze.

"I know so and don't worry, I'm sure you'll take off again soon, just give it time"

He looked up at me again and mumbled "thanks" I tried to think of something to say to stop the awkward silence so I offered to make lunch. He was content and offered to help. I told him no because he was my guest.

"But Frankie, it's because I'm your guest that I must insist on helping" I smiled and rolled my eyes as we walked to the kitchen. I snooped through the cabinets, not finding much. Mikey really needed to go grocery shopping. or I guess I could do it. I mean I lived here, this was my home now. I had only just moved in so I guess that's why it still didn't feel like home. I pulled out some angel hair pasta and spaghetti sauce. I turned to him, holding up the contents and raising an eyebrow, asking if it was okay.

"Spaghetti? For lunch?"

I shrugged and set the contents in the table. "Why not, I love spaghetti" Gerard's smile grew "I do too" he giggled.

Gerard got a pot of water on the stove. I but my lip and turned around, pulling out two wine glasses and one of my favorite bottles of wine. I poured the wine in the bottles and Gerard glanced over at me.

"Wine? Frankie, it's one in the afternoon" I giggled and walked over to him.

"I know. But I just love wine, there's something about it that makes things so......... intimate" I leaned in and whispered the last word in his ear. I giggled as I noticed his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. My stomach fluttered and I wanted nothing more than to put my mouth on his, but I knew that wasn't possible so I turned around and began to set the table. I could hear Gerard clear his throat as he continued to make the pasta.

After a minute of uncomfortable silence he spoke up. "So how's living with my brother? I know you only just moved in" I finished setting the table as I spoke back. I felt comfortable around Gerard. Being comfortable around someone gave me a sense of confidence that I don't get with other people. Let's just say I was feeling a little too comfortable around Gerard. I had barely had any wine but it was that and the high Gerard gave me whenever he was around.

"Its good" I giggled, taking another sip of the bittersweet wine. It left a tang in my mouth as it slid down my throat. "I get laid a lot more"

"Oh gross, I don't want to hear about my brothers sex life" Gerard stirred the angel hair in the now boiling water.

"Oh? But you want to hear about mine?" I leaned up against the counter, letting Gerard do all the cooking. He was probably a better cook than I was; I tended to burn everything. Now that I think about it, the only thing Gerard had ever made me was pancakes.

"W-what? No! No. Of corse not" Gerard sputtered, nearly dropping the box of noodles I to the floor. I laughed and threw my head back, when I looked forward again I saw Gerard looking at me, a funny look spread apon his face.

"Really? What a shame. I'll have you know I'm a power bottom so things tend to get interesting" I couldn't help but laugh again as Gerard turned a deep shade if red. He cleared his throat and tried to play it off as he took a sip of wine. I had to admit, watching him squirm in uncomfortableness was hot. Things were only worse due to the fact that he still didn't have a shirt on. I wanted to have my mouth on his chest. I wanted to leave a million hickeys on his body. I wanted to kiss him everywhere all at once. I wanted Gerard Way.

"I-uh..... I.....ummmm" he stirred the pasta, refusing to look at me. I pushed upward, letting my body release itself from leaning against the counter. I walked up to him, now only standing about a foot apart.

"Don't worry, I was only joking sugar" I walked out of the kitchen then, going to take off my shoes hoping to get more comfortable. I wanted to sort out my growing situation in my pants but something tells me he would get suspicious if I was gone too long. "So what about you, any relationships?" I asked through the apartment.

"No, kinda just single at the moment" I heard him say. I took off my shoes and set them by the front door, then turning to head back to the kitchen.

"Oh, what happened to that one guy.... the one with the weird knee phobia or whatever?" I asked, pretending to be sad that he was alone. Not that I wanted him alone, I just wanted him single. It gave me a bigger chance of bending him over the table..... or better yet having him bend me over the table.

"It just..... didn't work out okay?" he said defensively. I reentered the kitchen and noticed his jaw was clenched. My turned in mood fading just a little.

"Gee, what happened?" I asked. I went back and leant into the counter again, this time standing dangerously close to him.

"He umm.....shit. Frank, he cheated in me" Gerard looked down, almost in shame. Anger was welling up inside me fast. How dare he? Who would do that to Gerard?

"What?" I looked at Gerard like he was a mad man speaking in a strange language. "Who would even? That so messed up! I'm gonna fucking kick his ass!"

"Frank, calm down. It's not like I'm with him anymore" Gerard shrugged.

"No, it's not. Gee he was so lucky and blind at the same time. If I had a guy like you-" I cut myself off. What was I saying?

"What?" Gerard barely whispered. "What do you mean?" He sounded kind of angry. I tried to think of something fast, to cover up my little slip up. Oh god. I had totally messed up.

"What I mean is.......um..... your an amazing guy Gerard and that was really stupid of that guy to hurt you" I looked down at my feet and drank the last of the wine in my glass. I walked over to the bottle and began to pour myself some more. Gerard stood in silence for a moment, trying to process the situation.

"I, uh, I guess.... I don't know. I'm not really anything special" I turned to see Gerard turning off the flame and digging in the cabinets for the strainer.

"Don't say that, Gee. Your so fucking amazing" I walked over and stood by him, pouring more wine into his glass. once I was done I set the bottle down and looked at him. He was staring at me. We met eyes and I never wanted to kiss him more than right then. I wanted to press my body up against his and just fucking have him. But that didn't happen. Instead my nerves got the best of me and I looked away.

"Frankie, I have to tell you something" I looked back up at him and we met eyes once more. "What is it Gee?" I asked. He began to slowly walk toward me and I have to say, I began to walk toward him as well. Gerard was like a magnet, and our bodies were being pulled together. But instead of attaching to each other, we stopped. Only inches apart.

"Please don't freak out" he said. Our eyes where still locked on each other's and my stomach was doing flips. I thought about how close our lips were to each other's. I could just lean forward a little and they would be on mine. But I couldn't. He was Mikey's brother. He wouldn't like me, he couldn't like me.

"I would never" I barely whispered. Maybe it was that we were so close, or that what we were saying was to be kept secret from the outside world. I didn't know why we were whispering, but it just seamed appropriate.

"I....... I think I like you, Frank" he stuttered. I looked up at him in shock, was he saying what I thought he was saying? Was this real?

"I- what?" was all I managed to say. He looked like he was about to cry from embarrassment. His cheeks were red and his eyes were so big. I didn't know what to do. My body was frozen. He looked down, almost in disgust.

"I'm so sorry. I know your with Mikey but I just..... I can't help feeling the way I do. I'm so sorry" I reached up and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at me again. He looked confused. He looked hurt. He looked.... sad. I wanted to take all that pain. I wanted to help him, even if it had to be behind his brothers back. I pulled him down a little and leaned my face in. He knew what was about to happen, yet he didn't stop me. My lips got close to his, but I stopped, soaking in the moment. His bare chest was flat apon mine and I wished I wasn't wearing a shirt either. His breath was warm on my face and our eyes were half shut. I couldn't take it any longer, I closed the gap between us and kissed him softly. His lips were soft and magical. They felt like his brothers, but Gerard's were so much better. We stood like that, our lips not moving, just simply touching and enjoying the existence of one another. I opened my mouth a little, wanting his mouth to move with mine, but instead I felt his lips part from mine and he took a step back. I opened my eyes again and watched him.

He continued his task from before; finding the strainer and straining the pasta noodles. I turned awkwardly and began to pull out the cheese from the refrigerator. Spaghetti. Right. I took it out and set it down on the counter. I was still shocked from what had happened. My body froze again and I stood there thinking. What the hell just happened? I turned and looked at him.

"Gerard, I-"

"Don't. That was a mistake. You're with Mikey. My fucking brother for gods sake. I can't hurt him cause I want to fuck you... I just can't" my cheeks flushed. He wanted to fuck me? But he couldn't. I was with his brother. Guilt swarmed in my stomach and I tried to act normal. I began to grate some cheese, not wanting things to worsen.

"It's okay Gee. I understand. I won't tell Mikes" I wanted to sob. I finally kiss Gerard and he turns me down. It was so fucking amazing, but it was over so quick. I took a gulp of my wine and continued my task. I glanced over at Gerard who was preparing the sauce. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was so hot. I still wanted him. All of him. And he wanted me too. He looked sad, about a sad as I felt. He glanced over at me and caught my eye, making him drop the spoon he was using to stir.

"Shit" he hissed. I watched as he bent over to retrieve the spoon. I swear he was doing this to me on purpose. I couldn't help but stare at his ass (still in pajama pants that hung loosely around his waist). He stood up straight again and glanced back at me. He turned red when he saw that I was still starring. I bit my lip as we locked eyes again. I tried to look away, remembering what he said, but my eye only ended up wandering to his bare chest again. I let in a sharp breath and turned away from him, pulling some strands of hair from my face again. I cleared my throat and drank some more wine, trying to distract myself. God, once Mikey got home I was going to have to get him to take care if my sexual frustration (that his brother was the cause of).

Soon enough, our lunch was done and we both sat down at the table, avoiding any contact. We both sat quietly, drinking wine and eating pasta. It was probably one of the worst meals I've had in a long time. The food was great, but the entire sitting was awfully awkward. I ate fast, trying to get the whole thing over with. Once I was done I got up and began to wash the mess we had made.

"I'll uh help you" Gerard cleared his throat and began to clean too.

"Oh, you don't need to, you did most of the cooking" I piped up. I really did feel bad that he cooked most of it, but like I said, I'm a terrible cook. "No it's fine" Gerard mumbled.

We did the dishes together. I washed and he dried. I couldn't help but sneak glances over at him. I would see that he was looking at me too and we could turn away, blushing furiously. I was lost in thought as I continued to scrub a plate.

"Frankie?" Gerard finally spoke. I had barely heard him but I still understood that his lips said my name. "Yeah?" I asked, not looking over at him, for I was too afraid to catch his eye again.

"We- we can't do this" I stopped what I was doing and turned to him. I took my arms out and dried my hands off as I spoke back. "Can't keep doing what, Gerard?" I looked at him curiously.

"I just- fuck" he stuttered. "I can't be here" he looked down at his hands.

"Gerard, we can forget the entire thing happened if you want but you don't have to go...... I want you to stay"

"I can't stay, Frank" he barely whispered. I stepped forward and took a closer look at him.

"Why?" I asked again. He looked up at me with wide eyes, almost pleading me to make him not have to answer the question.

"Cause I want you too much" he whispered. Our eyes met again I wanted to kiss him again, so much. I reached out and took his hand, he flinched a little but gave into my touch. I brought his hand up to my face and gave his knuckle a tender kiss. He relaxed under my touch and I saw him give out a shaky breath. "Then take me" I said as I let his hand back down and it dropped to his side.

Before I knew what was happening he was pinning me up against the counter and kissing my neck. I could feel his warm, shaky lips on my neck. He didn't leave any marks even though I kind of wanted him too. I wanted the thrill of possibly getting caught. Either way, I melted into him. His hands were on my hips, then on my sides then in my hair. He touched my everywhere he could. My hands felt his bare chest and back and I couldn't help but become breathless. Holy fuck he felt so good. I let out a small moan as his mouth found the soft spot below my ear. My hands trailed down his chest and down to his pajama pants. I cupped his growing erection and began to palm him through the material. His breathing intensified as he leaned in as much as he could.

His lips made a trail from my neck to my lips. When they finally crashed together, realization set in. This was fucking happening! My hands found the waistband of his pants and I slid them off, only then realizing that he wasn't wearing any underwear. I pulled away from the kiss and looked down, smiling. He was hard already and when I looked back at him he was bright red. I giggled and kissed him again. He found the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head then tossing it to the kitchen floor.

I started pushing him toward Mikey and I's bedroom, our lips never leaving each other's. It was an awkward struggle to the door because not only was I pushing him and making out with him, but I was trying to remove my socks. By the time we reached the door they were gone and he was struggling with my belt. I opened the door and we stumbled in, closing the door behind me. I pushed his naked body on the bed and stood over him, pulling off my pants and underwear. I leant down and brushed my hands along his thighs. His breathing hitched as my hands trailed up him, then finally taking him in my hand. He moaned as I began to stroke him. I leaned down, still pumping my hand, and licked his tip. I felt him shutter beneath me. I took his tip in my mouth and used my tongue to play with it. After a bit of teasing, I took all of him into my mouth. His moans got louder. I began to bob my head and he lightly thrusted upwards, fucking my mouth. I gave a moan around his cock. Within seconds he was cuming into my mouth. I savored the taste as I swallowed very last drop. I sucked him off a little more, riding out his orgasm. Finally I pulled away and let his cock drop from my mouth. He was staring at me in amazement as I crawled in top of him and kissed him. I was still fully aware of my still hard cock. I thrust down a little and he got the hint.

Gerard flipped my body over and straddled me. He leaned over to the bedside table and opened it, pulling out a thing of lube.

"How'd you know that was there?" I smiled at him. He looked down at me and smirked.

"I heard you last night, Frankie. You make the most amazing noises" he leaned down and kissed me. "Make them for me baby, moan like the bitch you know you are" his lips were hovering over mine. Just the dirtiness in his voice made me moan. He smiled and kissed me again before sitting up and rubbing some lube on my throbbing cock. I moaned again at the touch which made him smirk even more. He set the lube down hovered over me, aligning my cock to his entrance. I put a hand on his knee and looked at him in concern.

"Don't you need prep, baby?"

"No.....I uh...... kinda do this a lot. I'm fine" he turned pink but continued to line my tip to his entrance. He began to slide down and my tip entered him. I let out a groan due to how tight he was. He mouth clung open as he began to slide down even further. 'fuck' he mumbled. After a minute of him slowly getting used to the pain, I was all the way inside. I grabbed his hips and he began to ride me. It was slow at first then he began to speed up. He was right, I was moaning like a bitch. But nothing I made was compared to his porn star moans. Fuck, if I didn't know any better he probably was one.

I started to feel myself getting close. I tried to tell him but it just came out as incoherent panting. Suddenly, my brain went numb and I came inside of Gerard. He continued to ride me and soon enough he came again. He sat on top of me as we both lingered in our orgasms. We were both panting when he slowly crawled off of me. I reached over and wiped his cum off of his stomach and licked it up. He watched again and I smiled at the taste.

We both laid there for a while, not saying a word. We were enjoying the aftermath of what we had done too much. But Mikey would be home soon, so we both got up and got dressed. I made the bed and hoped it looked like there hadn't been two men having buttsex in there not too long ago. When I returned to the living room Gerard was painting again. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"We can't tell Mikey" I whispered. He turned around and faced me.

"Never happened" he winked and I couldn't help but kiss him. I pulled away suddenly when I heard the keys jiggle at the door.

I acted normal. When Mikey got home I gave him a kiss (which felt completely unsatisfactory) and we made dinner. When Mikey wasn't looking I couldn't help but slap Gerard's ass and giggle. When Mikey left to take a shower, Gerard lifted me onto the counter and practically dry humped me. I didn't mind. I loved it. We could get caught any moment. And I still had Gerard at home for a few more weeks.