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Crossing the Line: Chapter 4 (Gerard’s P.O.V.)

“Hey, Gee?!” I heard my baby brother call from another room.

“Bathroom!” I shouted back. I had just gotten out of the shower and was currently drying myself off. I wrapped a red towel around my waist once my body was mostly dry and grabbed another one to start drying my shoulder length hair. There was a knock on the bathroom door. Hmm… I wondered who it could be. “It’s unlocked, Mikey.” What was the point in locking it? We were the only ones home. That brother of mine could really be too nice and considerate sometimes, but that was what made him Mikey. He was such a selfless kid, always putting others ahead of himself. That was one quality I especially loved about him.

The door then opened, bringing my brother into view. He was still wearing my boxers, which had his semen coating the inside. I was happy to see Mikey walked here without any need of assistance. Thank God for anti-inflammatory pills. I could tell his eyes were not set on mine, but looking at my naked torso. Jeez, this kid’s eyes sure could wander. He was checking out my ass earlier after all; so of course he would go crazy if I showed some skin. Okay, a lot of skin. The only thing that covered my naked body was a flimsy towel.

“Have a nice chat with Frankie?” I asked, his eyes snapping back to mine immediately. A light blush adorned his cheeks because I caught him staring. That was why Mikey could get away with checking me out. He was innocent while doing it, and so cute when he realized he was caught. Who could blame him, though? I did sort of leave him hanging during the beginning of his phone call. Before I had left my bedroom, my tongue entered his mouth for a moment for a taste. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. I had hoped to make him repeat that facial expression later.

“Yeah, he’s coming over soon. I, uh,” he hesitated, looking at the white tiled floor before bringing his eyes up again. “I told him about us…”

“Yeah, and?” We hadn’t really talked about our relationship along the lines of who we would tell. Frankie was Mikey’s best friend, and he was my friend too, so I trusted him. Who else could we really spill it to besides our friends anyway? Our parents would probably spazz and either disown us or keep us locked away in separate rooms forever. I really hoped they would never find out. Now that I thought about it, I would most likely be the person at fault; I was the older one after all. They would see me as the one who corrupted my innocent baby brother. It was kind of funny because it was really the other way around.

“He thinks it’s hot, actually. He wants to see us kiss when he gets here.”

“Seriously? I knew that Iero kid was a kinky little fucker. I can’t wait to give him a show,” I chuckled, squeezing out any excess water that was still in my hair. Feeling as if my ministrations were adequate, I put the towel to drape around my neck.

“Have you told anyone?”

“Nope, I called Bob and Ray over to hang out before I brushed my teeth and got in the shower. I want to tell them when they come over, if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” I could tell he was a little nervous by the sound of his voice. It must have taken a lot for him to even tell Frankie over the phone, and now we’d be telling our other friends face to face. I put on a reassuring smile and walked toward him.

“Hey, don’t worry. They’re our friends who would stick by us through anything. You told Frank and look how he reacted. Ray and Bob will probably be the same way.”

“The same way? I don’t want them to take it THAT well. I’d be kind of creepy getting constant requests to make out in front of them.”

“Okay, then let’s just cross our fingers for them accepting us, and not the whole voyeur thing… although that is sort of a turn on.”

“Gee Gee, stop being weird!” he whined loudly, which reverberated off the bathroom walls.

“But I am weird and you have to deal with it.” Before he could say anything else, I silenced Mikey by putting my lips on his. Wow, it really worked; I now knew how to keep him quiet. This important information could prove to be very useful if we were ever in a verbal battle. I would always end up victorious. I bit his lower lip lightly and pulled away. He had a cute “what-did-you-do-that-for?” face on as soon as I separated from him. He obviously didn’t want to stop there.

“Our friends are coming over and you still need to take a shower. We can’t start getting into something now,” I explained. Damn my little brother’s ability to make me feel bad! He was looking down sadly and pouting, his lower lip slightly outward. I can’t resist that face!

“Okay, one more kiss and then you shower, deal?”

“Deal,” he replied quickly, moving toward me. I internally sighed. Did he always get what he wanted? The answer to that question would be “yes” in big bold letters. He could be such a manipulative bastard when he wanted to be. He wrapped his arms around my neck and started kissing me as if it were the last thing he would ever do. I kissed back with an equal amount of passion and stroked his cheek with my right hand. Mmm. This was nice. I had no idea my life would change so vastly in such a short amount of time. Just yesterday I was dating a girl who turned out to be a total slut, and today my little brother was more of my boyfriend. Mikey was my boyfriend, wasn’t he? We hadn’t used that term yet, but I was sure we were both thinking it.

After a little over a minute of heated kissing, I separated the two of us again. “So I guess you’re my boyfriend now, huh?”

“Yeah,” he squeaked, his cheeks changing from his normal pale white into an attractive pink color. God, I loved his smile. I could feel a tug at my heart, knowing I was the one who put that smile on his face. Damn, when the hell did I get all sappy?

I kissed his forehead lightly before doing an impersonation of a coach or gym teacher, “Enough of that. Now hit the showers, Way!”

“I’m going,” he mumbled sullenly as he slowly approached the bath tub. With a flick on the wrist, I smacked Mikey’s backside and ran out of the room without looking back, closing the door in the process. It wasn’t that hard of a hit, just a light tap since he was still recovering from last night. I did not want to make matters worse by hurting him, so the quick slap was suffice for my gag. He made the most girly squeal I had ever heard, and I have heard the many sounds of Frankie Iero, but this squeal beat them all. I had made my escape before he could turn around to scold me.

“I’ll get you for that, Gerard!” I heard him yell.

“You know you like it!” I screamed back, grinning like a mad man. Whoever said I couldn’t still mess with my little bro just because he was my boyfriend? I would never stop teasing and playfully torturing him no matter we were to each other. I giggled to myself as I walked down the stairs to my bedroom. I hung the damp towels on a hook on the wall to air dry and went over to my bureau, pulling out the middle drawer. What was I going to wear today?

There were so many articles of clothing to choose from, but what would undoubtedly make Mikey go crazy? That was when something caught my eye. Yes, this was perfect. I took out my dark gray, tight Misfits short sleeved shirt that was one size too small. Because of the size situation, if I were to bend down or lean back to stretch or something, the shirt would ride up and expose some of my pale skin. This would definitely torture Mikey (and Frankie) for sure.

I pulled the shirt over my head swiftly and closed the middle drawer. I pulled out the bottom drawer in search of pants. I decided on a pair of tight pants, which matched my shirt perfectly in color, and had a hole in the right knee. The pants fit snuggly, but not enough that an undergarment would get in the way. I pushed in that drawer to then open the small top right one. I selected a pair of my silky, charcoal colored boxers and put them on, followed by my previously chosen pants. After I buttoned them, I went over to my collection of various belts. The black one with the silver skull buckle looked most appealing, so I quickly slipped it through my belt loops and hooked it to the other end.

Now that I was fully dressed, it was time to fix my hair. I looked around for my hair brush and found it under my bed. I had cleaned my room in a flash earlier, so Mikey and I could watch a movie in my room. I supposed I threw it underneath there to save time instead of putting it in its proper place on my nightstand. I ran the white brush through my black tresses, removing any unwanted tangles. After I looked in the full length mirror on my bedroom door, I deemed my hair presentable. I grabbed the eyeliner off the nightstand and outlined my eyes with the black makeup. It really accentuated my hazel eyes, I thought.

I nodded to my reflection in the mirror and headed upstairs. My bare feet were loud against the linoleum tiled floor of the kitchen as I made my way to the living room. I flopped down on the light blue couch, spreading my body across the entire three cushioned length. I got comfortable by lying on my left side and reached for the remote on the side table by my head. After a few tries I finally got it in my grasp. I turned on the television and started surfing, waiting for Mikey to join me after his shower.

I decided on some random channel and put the remote back on the table. I was looking at the screen, but not really watching it. I was thinking deeply about Mikey, who else? It was strange how the whole incest thing didn’t bother me anymore. Shouldn’t it? He was my little brother, but it seemed that after his confession, something inside me changed. It was as if I loved my brother all along, but didn’t realize it until Mikey came clean with the feelings he had for me. How long would it have taken for me to fully acknowledge these feelings if my brother had not said anything? Would things have been different if I hadn’t been drunk and raped him? God, I had to stop thinking about that. I still could not remember the rape itself, but the thought of hurting someone I cared deeply for in such a physical and emotional way made me feel sick to my stomach.

I was done thinking about negative things and grabbed the remote control again to channel surf. There was nothing on! I sighed and turned off the living room TV. I went down to my room again to get my onyx black nail polish. What? Nail polish wasn’t only meant for females. There was nothing else to do while I waited for my brother to finish getting ready, so I painted my short fingernails. There was nothing wrong with that. I screwed on the top of the container once I was done with the nail polish and began blowing on my nails so they would dry quicker. Thankfully the brand I was using just about instantly dried to begin with. After a minute, I used my finger to see if they were wet. They weren’t and I smiled at my flawless job. I had done my nails so many times over the years, that I became quite good. That, and my skills in the art department, painting especially, was a help.

I heard the doorbell ring and ran to answer it. Standing on the front porch was little Frankie, as I like to mentally call him. If I said that to his face, he would without a doubt have a tantrum and maim me. Because of that, I kept my mouth shut about the nickname I had invented.

He was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, which were obviously made for a girl, with a chain that was attached to his back belt loop that ended up in his left front pocket. His house key was connected to the chain, and he loved the look. He was wearing a Black Flag t shirt, his favorite band, and matching black fingerless gloves. Most kids thought he was a cutter, and the gloves covered his self inflicted wounds. Stupid people. That was just Frankie’s style and if you really knew him, you would know he would cry like a little girl from a paper cut. There was no way Frankie could voluntarily cut himself.

He, like me, was wearing black eyeliner around his eyes and his naturally dark, brown hair was brushed to the right side, which was long enough to slightly cover that eye. He must have had some fun with a straightener to make it do that. His short sleeved shirt showed off his many tattoos and I didn’t even know how his mother allowed him to get so many. He was a frosh for God’s sake! I would never even think about getting a tattoo because of my fear of needles. And those piercings? Ouch. He had his bottom lip pierced on the left, a nose ring on the right side, and both ears gauged. Just the thought of the needles for the tattoos and piercings alike gave me shivers.

“Hey, Frankie. Come on in,” I smiled, ushering the fifteen year-old into the house. He seemed more fidgety than usual; probably excited because of the show he would have front row seats for later.

“Thanks, man. How’s it going?” he asked, taking a load off on the living room couch and kicking off his shoes. They fell to the floor and he used his feet to push them underneath the couch.

“Great, but I think you know that from talking with Mikey on the phone. Why do you have a video camera?” I just noticed the piece of technology next to him on the couch.

“Oh, this? Well, did Mikey tell you what I thought about you guys being together?”

“Yeah, you horny fucker, he said you wanted to see us kiss,” I replied with a toothy grin. “Not that I’m complaining. The thought of someone watching is kind of arousing too.”

“Ha! I knew it! So is it okay if I record it? You two can have your own personal tape, and I get to have some fun along the way!”

“Um, you’ll have to run that by Mikey first. I’m okay with it, but I’m not so sure about him.”

“Fair enough. Where is he anyway?”

“Right here.” I turned around to see the owner of the voice. Mikey was standing in the doorway, nearly making my jaw drop to the floor. The first thing my eyes were drawn to was his pants. No, they were not regular tight jeans like I expected, not in the least. My baby brother was wearing tight, black, LEATHER pants. That’s right, leather! The material looked like a second skin they were so tight!

I raised my eyes up to check out the rest of his outfit. Well, that was totally predictable. He had on another tight Anthrax shirt, except it was black; opposed to the white one he wore yesterday. Mikey’s hair was still damp form his shower, but groomed so his long bangs were brushed to his right side. I also noticed a bit of ebony eyeliner as well. It was barely there, but I saw it passed his glasses. Frank whistled loudly and made some cat calls. I gave him a death glare and he stopped immediately.

“What?” asked Mikey, his cheeks a little pink from being gawked at by Frank and me.

“Um… you’re dressed a little… differently today,” I spoke up when I found my voice.

“Well, I knew Frankie was visiting so I wanted to make him want to watch even more,” my baby brother explained. Damn, that was my plan! I guessed great minds thought alike. Or great minds knew how to turn their bisexual friend on. Either one would do.

“You are such a tease!” the short teen accused, pointing a finger at Mikey.

“But he’s my tease,” I giggled, wrapping my arms around him in a hug.

“So I’m a tease now? Okay. What’s the camera for?” he questioned as I let him out of my embrace.

“He wants to video tape us making out so we have a tape of it,” I said bluntly.

“Yeah, so we can watch it over and over and over again! Yay!” the little one cheered, his arms moving back and forth above his head crazily. He really needed to stay off the sugar… or crack. It was sometimes hard to tell what that kid was on. I was kidding, of course. Mikey was such a good friend, he made sure all of his friends were clean in the drug aspect.

“Is that alright with you?” I asked seriously, looking him in the eyes.

“I guess, but isn’t that sort of dangerous? There will be physical proof of our relationship and if mom or dad found it…” Mikey trailed off, looking down at the white carpet by his feet.

“They won’t find it. I will not let that happen. You trust me, don’t you, Mike-Mike?”

“Yes, I trust you,” he retorted, and sealing our trust in a soft kiss.

“Whoa, stop right there. The camera’s not even on yet!” Frank protested, picking up his camera off the couch. Mikey and I laughed at how anxious and hyper Frankie was acting.

“Where do you want us?” I laughed as our friend finally took off the camera’s lens cap.

“Hmm… let’s see. The couch!” he indicated with his light brown eyes. My brother and I moved to the specified area and sat down side by side on the middle cushion, Mikey on my left. Frank had to back up until he was about a foot away from bumping into the television.

“What are we supposed to do exactly?” Mikey piped up.

Frankie was holding the camera, but the red light wasn’t on, so that meant he had not hit the record button yet. “Start kissing and take it from there. Act as if I’m not even here.”

“That won’t be hard. You’re already a runt so tiny you can only be seen with a magnifying glass,” I muttered softly so only Mikey could hear me and he started giggling.

“What was that?” the short one called from his place directly across from us.

“Nothing,” I quickly said with a smile. “Just give us the go ahead when you’re ready.”

After a moment of preparation, Frank finally said, “Go.”

On cue, I moved forward (my shirt ridding up a bit) and kissed Mikey’s perfect lips tenderly. He made a small sound before pressing back. I could tell he was slightly uneasy about kissing me in front of someone because he felt a little stiff. I brought my hand to caress his cheek, so he knew I was there, assuring him everything was going to be alright. He seemed to like that and relaxed under my touch. I smiled into the kiss and pulled him into my lap in one fluid motion. The move pulled a small squeak from my brother’s lips and into our kiss. He didn’t suspect he would be relocated like that.

“Crap, bad angle. Hold on!” I heard Frankie say, but my eyes remained closed since the beginning and I continued kissing my boyfriend and brother. I heard some movement, so I guessed our friend modified his position to a more preferable angle that could show everything we were doing. I leaned back against the couch, making Mikey become even closer to me by sliding farther on my lap.
Mikey’s hands were flat on my chest to keep him from falling, while mine found his hips. We stayed like that for a little while, until I wanted to try something new. I broke the kiss, which confused the hell out of my brother. I grinned and gave him a quick peck before I kissed his pale neck.

“Oh!” was his reaction and he began making other cute sounds when I continued kissing him there. His hands became lost in my dark hair, which he started tugging on. He turned his head to his right, exposing more skin for me to worship. My hearing could pick up a tiny grunt that did not belong to my brother. Oh, my god that was Frank! He really must have been enjoying our little show. I couldn’t wait to see what state he was in by the end of this. I was also looking forward to seeing the video as well; I was wondering how I looked while doing all of this.

I left one last kiss on his flesh, and then moved to nibble on his left ear. My brother let a throaty groan escape his lips, causing me to become even more confident in my actions. The noises he was making were almost too much to handle. I could feel myself becoming excited from those sexy sounds alone! My hard on was pressing tightly against Mikey’s backside, since he was still seated in my lap. I was afraid he would freak out because of the rape, but I did not feel any tension in his body whatsoever. After biting tenderly on his earlobe, I released it and moved back.

“Lay down,” Mikey ordered of me, panting. His cheeks were a deep scarlet and I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His glasses were almost falling off the bridge of his nose when his hazel eyes connected with mine, desperate and demanding. I nodded and moved to his suggested position while he was sitting on me. I could manage because of his light weight; thank god this kid was a stick. I saw him take off his glasses, letting them drop to the floor as he moved up my body to connect our lips once again. I heard a “shit, not again” from Frank somewhere in the room.

Where did this come from? Mikey was usually the cute, innocent, submissive one. When the hell did he become so… controlling? I didn’t mind at all when he held my face and kissed me hard. I was starting to like this new Mikey. He bit my bottom lip and began sucking on it. Now it was my turn to make some noise. God damn that felt good.

“Mikey,” I gasped as he let my lip out of his warm mouth. I looked at him with my eyes lidded and slipped my tongue into his mouth. This was much better compared to earlier. Before it was only for a second, just to mess with poor little Mikey. Now was the time to really indulge and enjoy the feeling of our tongues rubbing against each other. Mmm. I could tell my brother had brushed his teeth, because his mouth had a minty taste to it. The other flavor I could not identify right away, and labeled it as Mikey Way. I was becoming addicted to his essence; I never wanted to be without it. Man, now I knew how drug addicts felt. At least my drug wasn’t illegal. Wait, wasn’t incest illegal? Okay, then. At least my drug made me feel good without the risk of damage to my body. That made sense.

While I was flat on my back, I let my hands wander on my boyfriend’s back, making their way under his tight shirt to feel the skin there. I then traveled down to his ass and gave him a firm squeeze. He made an appreciative moan and pulled on my hair more aggressively, taking me even farther into his mouth. I kept my hands there in intervals between holding the area, running my hands across the tight leather, or squeezing it.

His fingers were alternating between massaging my scalp or wrapping themselves around my hair and tugging. The feeling of his tongue memorizing every part of my mouth was indescribable. I never felt this way when I was with her. My relationship with her was nothing compared to what I had now with Mikey. I just wished she would have dumped me sooner. I began sucking on this tongue, eliciting another pleasured sound from his throat. I then forced myself into my brother’s mouth, and did my own exploration. It was warm, wet, and delicious. His tongue stayed submissive and let me do as I pleased. Oh, man, I was definitely going to thoroughly examine his warm cavern a lot more in the future.

Suddenly, I heard someone yell “What the fuck?!” and then the sound of something dropping to the carpeted floor with a thump. I remained in the same position while Mikey lifted his head away from mine to look over his right shoulder from his position between my legs. He didn’t have his glasses on, so he probably couldn’t even see who had yelled.

My brother moved so I could sit up and see the source of those sounds. By the front door were Ray and Bob, staring wide eyed and mouths agape. On the floor by their feet was a cardboard box, what lay within, I did not know. ‘Shit’ was the only thing in my mind at that moment. I wanted to tell my friends of my relationship with Mikey, but not like this. Walking in on us making out was definitely not what I had in mind. My brother and I were sitting next to each other like earlier, except Mikey was now on my right.

“Hey, guys,” I began, my voice deeper than usual from my previous activities. The two looked completely stunned and statuesque.

“Is this what you wanted to tell us?” Bob finally spoke, although his voice was soft and barely audible.

“Yeah, it’s kind of hard to explain. Let me get everything out before you go crazy okay?” I said. My friends nodded slowly, waiting for me to continue. “I’ll cut to the chase. Alright, shit happened and Mikey confessed his love for me. I was a little shocked at first, then later realized that I felt something for him as well. I know it’s wrong since we’re brothers and all, but it just feels so right. What I’m trying to say is that we love each other and I really hope you guys can remain friends with us after this.”

Silence engulfed the room after I had finished. I looked over at Mikey who at some point picked up his glasses and put the back on his beautiful face. I took his hand that was gripping the furniture in mine and laced our fingers. We were going to get thought this. It took about a minute of silence before someone spoke again. It felt more like an eternity to me.

“I’m-I’m okay with this,” Ray piped up looking at Mikey and I. “If you truly love each other, then I’ll stand by you.”

Bob nodded, “Me too. How can love be wrong? But I have one question. What is Frankie doing?”

We all turned our heads to little Frankie, who was seated on the carpeted floor, camera in hand, and obviously aroused beneath his tight jeans. I started cracking up, and everyone, except the little one, joined in.

“I told Frank about us over the phone and he thought it was hot. When he got here, he brought his camera to record it so we could have a copy of it or something,” Mikey got out after he caught his breath.

“Frankie’s got a boner!” Ray yelled, becoming his normal, less serious self.

“Oh yeah?!” he yelled, face red from a combination of anger and embarrassment. “Well, so do they!”

He pointed his index finger to my brother and I, which made everyone turn their attention to us. We all looked down to see the prominent bulges on the front of our pants.

“Damn! Does everyone here have a huge dick?” Ray laughed.

“Oh, yes. You stumbled upon our meeting of the BDC or the Big Dicks Club,” Frankie giggled childishly, no longer mad about the teasing he received earlier. That kid’s emotions could be turned on and off like a light switch.

“Hey, what’s in the box, Toro?” I asked as the short one was practically having a seizure on the floor from giggling.

“Oh, no! My cereal bars!” the puffy haired brunet shouted, dropping down to his knees to check on his merchandise. “Okay, they’re okay. Thank you Nature Valley God for protecting them from harm!”

“Cereal bars? My god, you are obsessed with those things. Why do you have a box full of them with you?” I questioned.

“There was a sale. I just HAD to get them before I came over.” I rolled my eyes at his response. “Hey, I’m not the only one! There was this cute girl there, probably the same size as Frank-”

“HEY!” Frankie hollered, immediately ending his rolling on the floor fit. He began staring menacingly at Ray for the short comment, although he didn’t even say the word “short,” “pipsqueak,” “runt,” “small,” “dwarf,” or “midget.”

“Anyway, she was also buying some cereal bars because of the sale. She loves them just as much as me.”

“Wow. I never knew there were people out there equally as insane as you, Ray,” Mikey said in a serious tone, which only added in the hilarity.

“She wasn’t insane, and neither am I, Mike-Mike,” he shot back.

“Hey, only Gee calls me that!” he stuck out his tongue and moved into my lap, hugging me. His face was buried in my neck, nuzzling the area like a kitten. I laughed lightly and wrapped my arms around him to take part in the hug.

“What do you guys want to do?” Bob asked, flipping his blonde hair out of his eyes.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to take care of my problem,” Frankie announced, heading for the bathroom. Damn, for a short guy, or a guy in general, he was really well endowed. I honestly did not expect him to be so huge because of his short stature. Looks could really be deceiving, and Frankie was a text book example of that.

“Me too!” Mikey chimed in, hopping out of my lap and ran downstairs to use my bathroom. I was stuck sitting there on the couch, erection at fully attention, without a bathroom to relieve myself.

“So, this is for real?” Ray said as he and Bob sat down on either side of me.

“Yeah, I really care about him… for real,” I added with a chuckle.

“Alright. Just remember we’re always here for you, man,” Bob jumped in, putting a kind hand to rest on my shoulder. “Even though I’m not very comfortable being this close to your hard on.”

Ray laughed at the drummer’s truthfulness, nodding his head in agreement. I spoke up, “It’s not that funny. I have nowhere to go and it is starting to hurt!”

“That sucks man,” the brunet couldn’t help but chuckle, looking at the bulge in my pants in a totally sympathetic (and not sexual at all) way.

“Yeah, it does. I have to get back at Mikey for leaving my like this… How is the question.”

I noticed Bob perked up a second after I finished talking. A malicious grin took over his face, which was a little disturbing. This was Bob I was talking about. He was the nice, quiet one of the group. I supposed it was true. You had to watch out for the quiet ones. You never really knew what they were thinking. “You know what he’s doing right now?”

“Duh. We all know. Frankie and he are doing the same thing. God, I do not want to picture that. Ah, it burns!”

I rolled my eyes at the guitarist’s childishness. What guy could admit they’d never done it? Couldn’t think of one, could you? Exactly my point. We all had done it at least once and there was no point in denying it. Jacking off was perfectly normal and healthy. The image of my brother touching himself at that very moment made my cock twitched painfully. However, Bob’s voice brought me from my dirty daydream.

“Well, why not have a little fun with this bit of information?”

“What on Earth could we do, smart one?” Ray said skeptically, folding his arms across his chest.

“You’d be surprised of the plan I cooked up,” he sniggered. We all huddled together as the drummer revealed his ingenious plan. Wow. I could really have some fun in this. It was now time to torture my little brother, yet again. Man, I was so excited. The group of us made our way to my room in the basement, doing our best not to make a sound on the steps. It was a good thing they were carpeted. We probably wouldn’t have been successful in such an attempt if they were bare and wooden, like they had been originally. I approached the bathroom door, and looked at Bob, who was holding Frankie’s video camera, to give me the sign to go ahead. Bob gave the a-okay, and clicked the on button as I commenced with the plans.

“Mike-Mike, are you done yet?” I asked in an annoyed voice through the wooden door.

“I’m a little busy here. Wait your turn,” I heard him say back. I could hear some movement through the door and grinned at the camera, much like Bob had earlier…. Not as scary, though.

“But I can’t wait,” I moaned loudly against the door, running my hand up and down the front of my jeans roughly. I exaggerated the sounds that were falling from my lips, hoping to affect Mikey like Bob planned. I heard a moan echo in the bathroom and my grin widened. It was working! My brother was sure to be embarrassed when he realized everything was caught on film. But getting to that point was only half the fun.

I looked over and saw Ray shake his head from his location adjacent to the blonde. The camera man made a motion with his hand, telling me to keep it going. I nodded in understanding before leaning my head against the door, my right hand continuing its previous movements.

“You make me so hot, Mikes. Mmm. Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Ah.”

His response was a much louder moan, which could be heard by my two voyeuristic friends. I heard his hand moving faster as well. I guessed my little Mikey liked dirty talk. “I didn’t hear you. Do you, Mike-Mike? Every. Single. Night?”

“Yes, I think about you when I touch myself! I always do, now get in here!” he strangled out in one breath. He started panting, as if he were running a marathon. Although he wasn’t really running, his hand sure as hell was in some sort of race. ‘The race to get off,’ I mentally chuckled.

“No, it is way too soon for that. We’re not ready. Besides, it’s kinkier this way; us being so close, yet so far away. Damn, just the thought of you masturbating almost makes me come in my pants,” I groaned, the friction I was creating with my own hand finally getting to me. Thankfully I came up with a quick excuse to keep my brother from exiting the room. I wanted him to see the event had been recorded after he had finished, or the situation wouldn’t be as delicious. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Bob had focused the camera below my belt, and heard the sound of it zooming in. This was going to be one interesting video tape.

“Are you close?” I asked breathlessly and grinned at the camera, which had zoomed out, at the same time.

“Yeah, Gerard. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Gee, I-” he gasped before a guttural moan with remnants of what could have been name left his throat, indicating he had ejaculated. Fuck, that sound made me lose control and I too came on the spot. Crap. I had already taken a shower earlier. I thought I was just going to tease Mikey and take over the bathroom and finish up after he got off, but those damn noises he was making caused me to go over the edge. Oh, well. At least my boxers captured all the come. I didn’t have to change pants. Yay for me, although I still felt the uncomfortable stickiness on my skin.

I was catching my breath when the door I was leaning my head on opened slowly. When Mikey was in view, I noticed he was in the same state he had been when he was upstairs, except he looked much more relaxed. A lazy smile was plastered on his face and my own lips mirrored them. That was, until Bob started laughing his ass off, making my brother turn his head and discover he was caught on tape.

“What the? How long have you been there?” he squeaked, completely off guard. He obviously thought it was only him and me. Once he figured out we had an audience at the time, his face instantly turned a lovely red shade; a color I had grown to love on his normally pale cheeks.

“From the beginning. It was a sort of revenge for leaving Gerard all hot and bothered in the living room, except creaming his pants was not part of the plan,” Ray explained, since Bob was could barely breathe from laughing so hard, let alone speak. The camera had been turned off at this point.

“Wow, Gee. I had no idea I had such an effect on you,” my brother giggled at the power he held over me, no longer embarrassed. I was the dominate one, damn it. I had to prove it.

“Huh, you think so? I could have opened the door for everyone to see your doings a few minutes ago. Maybe I’ll do that next time,” I threatened, half kidding.

“No, I’ll shut up now,” he retorted immediately, shaking his head and shutting his mouth. I laughed at the automatic obedience.

“Guys, where are you?” the voice belonged to Frankie, who seconds later entered my room. “What’s going on down here?”

“Not much. Mikey was jacking off in the bathroom and Gerard messed with him through the door, touching himself through his jeans. I got it all on tape. Thanks for the use of your camera,” Bob smirked after he finally stopped cracking up.

The short one’s eyes widened, “What?! All that happened and you didn’t call me? What the fuck, guys? I can’t believe I missed it.”

“You could always watch the video,” Ray offered.

“It’s not the same,” he said glumly, looking at my carpeted floor in sadness.

“Aw. Poor Frankie,” I said and went over to hug him, trying to ignore the discomfort of come trapped underneath my clothing. “Why don’t we make it up to you? Does that sound good?”

His eyes brightened in joy. Man, this kid really was a horny little fucker. He asked excitedly, “When?”

“Uh, I don’t know whenever. What do you want, anyway?”

“I have an idea!” Mikey shouted and pulled me aside to whisper in my ear. I smiled and nodded. We both directed our attention to Frankie and approached him. Simultaneously, Mikey and I kissed the short teen on either side of his cheeks.

“We love you, Frankie,” we said in unison and hugged the boy. This stuff was so childish, yet cute at the same time.

“Not what I had in mind, but I’ll take it. Frankie needs his lovin’!” he giggled in his usual childish tone that fit his personality.

“What did you have in mind, then?” I questioned curiously. What more could we give him? He already taped my brother and I making out, what else was there?

“Alright, I’m not saying it has to be right away or anything, but when you two get to that level…” Frank trailed off.

“What is it?” Mikey asked, cocking his head to the right.

“When you guys have sex for the first time together, I want a copy of it,” he finished, looking dead serious.

“Jeez, Iero. I had no idea you were such a voyeur,” Bob chimed in, eyes wide. “I mean, watching your friends make out is one thing, but watching them fuck?”

“Hey, everybody has their fetishes! I’m the only one not afraid to voice it. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to be in the same room as them. Now that would be weird,” he turned to us. “So, is that a deal?”

I looked at my brother and after a moment of thought, he gave a curt nod. “If Mikey’s okay with it, then I guess we have a deal.”

The three of us shook hands to seal the deal. Frankie cheered, “I get free porn. Yay!”

“So you’re basically going to masturbate to Mikey and Gerard going at it. Wow, Frankie, just wow,” Ray sighed.

“Yeah, just wow! Now I don’t care that I missed the jerk off fest. This is going to be so super, special awesome! Wait, who’s going to top?” Frankie said mid fangasm.

“That is a good question,” Bob interjected. “I would think Gerard would top, but Mikey seemed really aggressive when Ray and I first walked in. I think it could go either way.”

“We just got together today! Why is everyone deciding on sex positions?!” Mikey flushed. He looked so damn cute! He was always so embarrassed to talk about sex stuff.

“I vote for Gerard,” Ray spoke up. “Sorry Mikey, but I think you’re too girly to take the guy’s role.”

“Hey, neither one of us are the girl, we’re both guys here. It’s just that one has to bottom,” I explained. Neither Mikey nor I were female, so neither of us should have been called “the girl”. I couldn’t stand stuff like that. It was only a matter of dominant and submissive really. Guys, gay, straight, or bisexual, would feel like their masculinity was challenged if they were labeled a girl.

“Okay, didn’t mean to offend. Let me rephrase. Mikey, I see you as the one who is going to take it up the ass,” Ray clarified.

“We haven’t done anything more than make out!” my brother squealed, turning an even darker color. I knew on the inside he loved the idea of having sex with me. He was a hormonal teenage boy for crying out loud. There was no way he hadn’t thought about the positions prior to Frankie bringing it up.

“I’ll clear this up,” I announced authoritatively. “If it’s okay with you Mikey, I would like to take you for our first time, and we can switch back and forth from then on.”

“Yeah, alright,” he agreed with a smile, blush slowly fading.

“Aw, that is so precious. You get to lose your virginities to each other,” Frankie gushed.

“Yeah that’s true, but so what? The last time I checked, you were a virgin too, Frankie-boy,” Mikey teased.

“Shut up. That’s only because I haven’t found the right guy… or girl,” he explained.

“If you had a choice, which gender would you lose your virginity to?” Bob queried.

“Hmm… I think I’m more attracted to guys, so a guy, I guess. There are some qualities girls have that I like, but if I had to choose, I’d pick a guy.”

“Top or bottom?” I asked casually. Wow. We were really talking as if it were an everyday conversation.

“Um… it depends on the height of the other guy, but bottom probably. I don’t mind the idea of taking and the submissive usually gets the good treatment. I want to be the one being taken care of. That’s why I sometimes hate being with girls. They just lay there and expect the guy to do all the work. Besides, you saw my size earlier; I’d probably kill someone if I tried to put it all in.”

“You don’t mind the idea of taking? Won’t it hurt?” questioned Ray. He was completely clueless about same sex couples and how they did certain things. It was understandable, though, since he was straight and all, but come on.

“Well, yeah, there’s always some amount of pain, but if taken the time and done properly, there’s only hurts a little bit,” Frankie remarked.

“How do you know?” the guitarist inquired.

“Personal experience, of course. Masturbating like straight guys gets boring. After a few minutes of thrusting in three fingers, I felt nothing but pleasure, which was way more powerful than jerking off alone. Man, I should really get a vibrator or something.”

“Oh, my god, I did not need to know that! Way too much information! Damn, I can’t un-hear that!” Ray yelled as he covered his ears to protect himself from hearing anything else unwanted. We all laughed at our friend’s behavior.

“Oh, you only say that because you haven’t tried it, prude,” the bisexual accused, although Ray couldn’t hear him. “You guys don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I do,” Mikey spoke up. We all looked at him in surprise. He was beginning to blush again because of our strong gazes that were fixated on him. “What? We’re talking about this sex stuff, and I wanted to contribute to the conversation.”

“You’ve finger fucked yourself, Mikey?” Bob quizzed.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant by my statement,” he replied. “I was just experimenting and Frankie is right. It feels really good.”

“Yeah it does. Dude, I can come without even touching my cock. Now that is an amazing feeling,” the Iero kid told us.

Jesus. I could see Frankie doing this sort of thing, but my brother? I was surprised he hadn’t told me of his little adventure earlier. He most likely did not want to say anything, because he imagined it to be my dick in place of his fingers. Poor kid. Luckily, my dick was going to be in there when we were both mentally ready for such a step.

“I learned something new today,” the blonde commented. “Well, I know I haven’t touched myself there, and I’m pretty sure Ray hadn’t even thought about it. Have you, Gerard?”

“No,” I said honestly. I really had not actually thought about doing something like that to myself. I had heard it felt extremely good to have one’s prostate stimulated, but I hadn’t tried it. The idea intrigued me.

“Do you want to now?” Frankie questioned in a dirty tone.

“Not now, jeez. Maybe sometime later. Being openly attracted to someone of the same gender is a new thing for me, you know.”

“You have liked boys before?” Ray piped up, finally taking his hands off of his ears now that it was safe.

“Um, no. I guess I was sort of subconsciously attracted to Mikey and didn’t know of my true feelings until today. It’s kind of weird how things have changed, but I’m definitely glad they did,” I sighed. My words caused my brother to smile his I’m-so-fucking-happy-right-now-you-have-no-idea smile, which made my heart melt at the sight.

“Okay, let’s continue this conversation upstairs,” I suggested. “I really need to clean up, and it would be really strange if you were all outside the bathroom door.”

“Oh, I can only imagine,” my brother said sarcastically.

“Hey, you deserved that little prank for leaving me aroused and alone,” I justified. I knew he wouldn’t agree, so I took a different route. I hugged him closely and lightly kissed his forehead. “I love you, Mikes. Forgive me?”

“I suppose,” he retorted, trying to sound uncaring but failing because he couldn’t hold in his giggles. "The reason I left you alone was because you slapped my ass earlier. I guess this was your revenge, so we’re even now. I love you, Gee."

And with that, the quartet exited my room, leaving me all alone to do my business. I went into the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper. I didn’t even bother to close the door, since everyone was upstairs and the clean up was going to be quick anyway. I washed my hands after I had finished. I pulled up my boxers and pants, zipping up the fly and sliding the top button through the slit. I began to make my way up the stairs while I buckled my belt. What was the point of doing it in the bathroom? I was saving time by walking at the same time.

I entered the living room while the group was in the middle of conversing about something. Ray, Bob, and Frankie were sitting on the sofa, while Mikey was seated in the off white recliner next to it. I swiftly sat down in his lap, leaning back so his head rested on my right shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a little squeeze. I absolutely loved hugs from behind. I turned my attention to the guys, who did not seem disgusted whatsoever, but had soft smiles on their faces. The fact that my friends accepted the strange relationship I had with my baby brother made me so happy inside. They really were true friends and I was grateful I had them.

“So, is there anything else we need to know?” Ray sighed.

“Not that I can think of…” Mikey said from behind me.

“Oh, I have a question!” Bob shouted, raising his hand as if he were in school.

“Yeah, Bob?” I said.

“I know you guys got together because Mikey said he loved you in that way, but what brought that on? I doubt he would randomly let something of that nature slip.”

“Yeah, about that,” I began, looking at my little brother with uncertainty. Although he seemed a bit tense, he gave a reassuring nod, saying it was okay for me to explain. I sighed, and then told the pair everything; the break up which led to the drinking, which led to the rape. I left out the details, not wanting to make it harder than it already was, but elaborated thoroughly enough so there would not be any questions. We were trying to lay this thing to rest, and thinking about it would make that even more difficult to achieve.

Mikey held on to me tightly when I spoke of the rape. Talking about it probably made my baby brother relive the terrible event, the one I could not remember no matter how much I tried. I hated to be the cause of the pain my brother felt. I promised myself I would never be responsible for being the source of his turmoil ever again. After I told Ray and Bob, no one else needed to be informed of what happened previous night. We would never speak of that night again. Mikey would be able to finally heal and forget the incident had ever occurred.

“So, that is what happened,” I concluded, emotionally exhausted. The room was silent for a few minutes. My two friends’ expressions ranged from extreme sadness to complete understanding. Mikey had mentioned earlier that he told Frankie everything, so I supposed their conversation entailed the rape as well. The fact that Frankie seemed to look unsurprised supported my way of thinking. My brother, whose head was still resting on my right shoulder, was looking at the white carpet and biting his lower lip from what I could see.

“But everything is okay now,” I broke the silence. Mikey picked his head up right away and his eyes connected with mine. I leaned over and kissed his lips that were no longer being chewed on. We pulled away from each other and turned toward our friends.

“Mikey, is it okay if I ask you something?” Ray questioned. My little brother nodded slowly. “How was it that you forgave Gerard so quickly? I mean, what he did was... well, if I were put into the situation, I don’t know if I could forgive him.”

He sat there for a moment, gathering all of his thoughts to answer the question properly. “I guess it’s because I love him. Gee wasn’t aware of his actions at the time, and cannot even remember doing them. What he did was not his fault; it was the alcohol’s influence… I love him so much it hurts. It is kind of difficult to explain, but that is how I feel. I could be angry or upset at him, but there is no way I could ever hate him. I love him so much I could forgive him for anything. He could nearly kill me and I would forgive him. That is how strongly I feel for Gerard. I know it sounds stupid, but it’s the truth.”

“It’s not stupid at all, Mikey,” I heard Frankie say. I was still looking at my brother, my chest tightening as he poured his heart out. He looked so vulnerable and fragile. I gently kissed his left temple, letting my lips linger there for a moment.

“Okay, I think we’re all caught up now,” I sighed, trying to liven up the room. “Let’s stop talking about this serious stuff and do something fun!”

“What do you have in mind?” wondered Ray.

“Hmm I don’t know. You think of something. I’m not the idea guy here.”

“Oh, OH! I have one!!” Frankie squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down on the couch cushion, causing Ray and Bob to move as well.

“Gee and I are not making out in front of you again,” Mikey dead panned. The little one stopped moving instantly and hung his head.

“Awwww. How did you know I was going to say that?”

“Because I know you so well.” I could practically see his smart smile without even turning my head toward him.

“You just sucked all the fun out of the room. Fun sucker!” the Iero kid pouted as he crossed his arms childishly. Childish really was a good description of Frank sometimes, and other times perverted would be better suited. But who was I to judge? I was a perv myself when it came to my little brother, but they did not know that yet.

“Anyone up for video games?” the blonde asked the group.

“Hell yeah! I still have to beat you at Mortal Kombat, Bob. You so cheated last time,” Ray stated.

“No I didn’t. How the hell could I have cheated, anyway? Did I use my magic powers to make you suck? Oh, wait, you suck just fine on your own.”

Ray and Bob were extremely competitive when it came to video games…. seriously, no exaggeration here. Thankfully their quarrels never escalated to anything physical. They would apologize to each other after their verbal assaults, which was entertaining because it happened so often. And the two would only say sorry after the game was over, because only then were their minds were clear. I would never get tired of it. I had such interesting friends.

“Oh, yeah? Then bring it, bitch!” the brunet challenged, getting up from his seat on the couch. All the game systems in the house were located in the living room, since it had the largest TV. Mikey owned the Play Station and Atari, while I had bought the SEGA and Nintendo. All of us were hardcore gamers, which might have been why we did not usually go outdoors. Yay for pale skin! I burned easily in the sunlight anyway.

Ray set up the game on the SEGA and sat on the floor, holding the player one controller. Bob took a seat next to his “frienemy” and picked up the second controller. My attention on the pair was broken when I felt the arms around my waist made themselves known. I once again looked to the side and saw a smiling Mikey. Did I mention I loved his smile? Well, in case you missed it, I FUCKING LOVED HIS SMILE!!! We kissed quickly, not wanting our friend on the sofa to get his hopes up for more. Mikey and I snuggled in the recliner as we watched our two friends go at it… it being the video game. Jeez, some people had their minds in the gutter. After a few minutes of intense gaming, I heard Frankie whimper.

“I’m so lonely!” he whined, pouting in that “kicked puppy” look he had perfected. The fact that he was small made it even cuter. Damn, Mikey and Frank must have practiced the face together or something.

“Aw. It looks like somebody needs company,” Mikey giggled. He and I moved from our chair to the couch. I sat on the short teen’s right, and my brother on his left.

“Sandwich!” I yelled, wrapping my arms around both Frankie and Mikey. My baby brother simultaneously did the same, but around Frank and myself.

“Keep it down! I’m trying to kick Bob’s ass over here!” Toro hissed, his eyes never leaving the television screen.

Frankie stuck his tongue out him, and then smiled, “I am so loved right now.”

“Mhm,” my brother agreed, nuzzling against the boy’s shoulder. If it had been anyone else, I would have definitely felt a pang of jealously, but it was Frankie for Christ’s sake. We both loved the kid in the best friend sort of way. He had been through some pretty tough times, and Mikey and I had been there for him every step of the way.

The fact that he was openly bisexual was reason enough for closed minded kids to hate him, along with the clothes he sometimes wore that obviously had been manufactured for the opposite gender. They weren’t skirts or anything, I didn’t even know if he was into full out cross dressing. Frank publicly wore tight, girl pants and baby doll shirts. At times I did not even know if his clothing was intended for females or not, since he switched back and forth to boy and girl clothes depending on what mood he was in. Not all of his clothes were blatantly feminine anyway. Some people at school hadn’t cared if he was dressed in that clothing or not and bullied him nonetheless. Those students finally got some sense knocked into them by high school, after detentions and in school studies were distributed to any offenders. The discipline for grades nine through twelve really cracked down, though it seemed that the middle schoolers were the ones in desperate need.

He half “came out” at the age of thirteen, when he was in seventh grade. He first confessed to us, his closest friends, and we quickly accepted him. Damn he was so nervous of how we would react when he said he was bisexual. Even though he attempted to hide his true emotions, we knew how he really felt. Then later, he told his parents. Oh, god. The poor kid. I wished we could have been there to protect him. His parents were questioning at the dinner table as to why he was getting picked on at school. After he had built up as much confidence as he could muster, he spilled it. They were both shocked to say the least, but his father was the first to speak. As Frank had predicted, he became enraged, but it far exceeded his calculations. Besides the yelling, which was a given, his father actually struck him; but not once in the heat of the moment, Frankie was hit repeatedly. He was beaten nearly half to death before his mother had finally succeeded in removing the abusive bastard of their son.

Apparently, their marriage was shaky to begin with, and after that physical altercation, it was the final straw. The Ieros separated, which made Frankie happy. They were Catholic and couldn’t get divorced, it being against their beliefs and all, so separation was the next best thing. His father moved far away, and Frank was under the roof with a mother who loved him for what he was. Mrs. Iero even had fun clothes shopping with Frank, since it was sort of like having a daughter. He always rolled his eyes if his mom made comments like that.

Before, I wondered why he would tell his parents of his sexual preference if he was aware of the later consequences. Frankie explained that he did not want to hide himself behind a mask of the person his parents wanted, but to outwardly be himself. Although that sounds so afterschool special, it made sense. I doubt I could live with myself if I were to pretend to be something I wasn’t just to please other people. That Frankie sure was a trooper. You just had to give him credit for putting himself out there. Maybe his actions were what inspired Mikey to reveal his feelings for me. I hadn’t even known my brother was even interested in guys, let alone myself. Yeah, Frankie must have had some impact on Mikey’s decision to tell me the truth. That would be another reason why I loved the kid.

I laid my head onto Frank’s shoulder like my baby brother had. My grasp around the two tightened slightly. Damn, I forgot what a whore Frankie was for affection. He really was like a mistreated puppy, craving for any attention and love, and then taking it in greedily. I smiled to myself when he made a noise of delight.

“We should have an orgy right here,” the short one giggled.

“Okay, I’m done,” I announced, withdrawing from the embrace as did my brother.

“Right,” he scoffed. “I know you both want me. We would make the perfect threesome.”

“Threesome? Where?” Bob chimed in while still playing his game. It was a surprise how certain words caught people’s attention. Like, if a person was in a crowd and said “penis”, people would automatically turn their heads and look for the speaker. Don’t believe me? Be my guest and try it out. It worked every time.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but no threesome, Bob,” Mikey.

“Oh, darn it. I got my hopes up for nothing,” the blonde responded, doing his best to keep a straight face. A moment later he won the game with a fatality.

“Damn it!” yelled Ray. “I was so close!”

“Close being the keyword. HAH! I told you I’d win,” gloated Bob with a grin on his face.

“No way, it’s not over yet. I challenge you to a rematch!”

“I accept. Let’s see how long you’ll last this time.”

I sighed. Here we go again. It was going to be a Ray vs. Bob marathon of Mortal Kombat, not that I minded. Frank, Mikey, and I were used to out two friends’ overly competitive behavior. It seemed only natural for the two to battle at least a few more times. It could never be a one shot EVER when it came to the pair. It was fun to watch them fiercely battle, especially when they cursed each other out while playing.

“Come on, guys. You know I was only kidding about the orgy thing… Frankie needs some love!” he begged, eyes welling up with fake tears and lower lip trembling.

I looked over to Mikey who shrugged before attaching himself to the teen’s side again. I followed suit right after. Frankie made another happy-filled sound and shouted, “Face cuddle!”

He whipped his head toward Mikey and stroked my brother’s cheek with his own, then moved to me and did the same action. It felt nice, although I was not expecting it. That was classic Frankie. You never really knew exactly what he was going to do next. He was such a random and spontaneous kid.

“What was that?” I asked, staring at the short boy next to me.

“That, my dear Way brothers, was a face cuddle! I just invented it,” he beamed. “Isn’t it just wonderful and comforting?”

“Sure, whatever you say, Frankie,” Mikey said, scratching the back of his head.

“Now you guys try!” he urged with a wide smile on his face. He leaned back, arms around both of our waists still and looked up with hopefully eyes. “Don’t be shy now. GO!”

I cocked an eyebrow by leaned forward nonetheless. I rubbed my right cheeks against Mikey’s, who reciprocated quickly and lovingly.

“Are you purring?” I questioned and looked at my brother.

“Nooo……” he responded with shifty eyes.

“Aw! You act more like a kitten every day!” I smiled and gave him a chaste kiss.

“Now this is what I’m talking about. Please continue,” Frankie interrupted.

“Yeah, we’ll continue, but only later when you’re not here,” I stated at the short one’s heart-broken expression, which made my brother laugh even harder than he had previously.

“You wouldn’t dare?”

“Oh, I would,” I quipped.

“Ah! You just crushed all of my dreams! Crushed them so hard!” he cried, getting up from between us and running around the house.

“Hey, you get the sex tape, remember?!” Mikey shouted, causing the teen to stop mid step.

“That is true. I nearly forgot. Never mind my crying, then,” Frank beamed and assumed his seat on the couch.

“You are one crazy kid,” I commented shaking my head.

“I know!” he replied with a smile.

The rest of the day flew by as all Saturdays do. After hours of intense gaming, Bob and Ray were at a stalemate and Mikey decided to call it a draw before the two killed each other. They could settle their gaming superiority another day. The pair cooled off and exchanged their much needed apologies, which were easily accepted as always. We retired to the kitchen in need of sustenance. Why else would we go to the kitchen? To ballroom dance? Nope.

“What are you guys in the mood for?” I asked the group while opening the white cabinet in the corner adjacent to the fridge. We had plenty of food, I just did not know what I was in the mood for; story of my life.
Bob looked down at his watch and said, “Crap. Is it this late already? I gotta go. I have band practice tomorrow.”

“Sucks for you, dude,” Frank remarked, snatching cookies from the clear jar on the counter he was sitting on.

“Guess that means I’m leaving, since Bob’s my ride. I’ll see you guys later,” Ray sighed. They reluctantly gave us quick hugs and exited the house, but not before Ray picked up his precious box of cereal bars, of course. I swore that kid had some issues. We could hear Bob’s car engine start up and sound of rubber tires or pavement faded within a matter of seconds.

After a few minutes of snacking, Frankie spoke up, “Actually, I have to run too. My mom wants me back for something. I forget why…”

“Way to listen to your mom,” Mikey giggled.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I have a bad memory!” he defended, hopping off the counter top. “I’ll see you guys later.”

With that, our short friend walked home, which was a few blocks away, leaving Mikey and I by ourselves yet again.

“Alright, I’m beat. Where do you want to sleep tonight?” I yawned.

“Um… We’ve been in your dungeon all last night and this morning, so I’m thinking my room to spice things up,” Mikey said with a smile.

“Let’s go, then,” I grinned back, taking his hand in my right one, lacing the fingers. We made our way upstairs and into his bedroom, which was the last door at the end of the hall next to our parents’ room.

“Alright, no doing anything physical in my bedroom when mom and dad are home, okay?”

“Why’s that?”

“These walls are paper thin. If we did do anything, they could probably hear it all, since I hear everything when they do… things,” he shuddered.

“Aw, poor baby. The thought of our parents having sex is such a turn off,” I sympathized. Damn. When could this kid jack off? He would be way too embarrassed to do it full-knowing our parents could be listening in on his activities. I was so glad I lived in the basement.

“Not to mention mentally scarring,” he added with a laugh.

“Very. But they’re not here now, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“Is that a promise?” my little brother teased.

“Oh, yes,” I assured in a smooth tone. We slowly undressed each other until we were down to our boxers. Mikey slid under his clean, white sheets and I soon followed after I turned off the light, laying on my right side to face him. He kissed me slowly and gently held my face. I closed my eyes and felt around until my left hand was caressing his hip bone. It was not suggestive, but loving. I brought my other hand to touch his, which was slowing stoking my cheek. We made out lazily, our tongues wrapping around each other as if they were trying to be become one. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful; I loved it. After a while, I felt my body begging for sleep and I could not ignore it. I ended our little make out session with one more passionate kiss, and then pulled back. I moved so I was flat on my back and my baby brother adjusted as well.

“Night, Mikey,” I yawned, running my fingers through his hair.

“Good night, Gee,” he said back as he became comfortable with his head resting on my chest and an arm across my stomach. I had never felt so right in my life. It was like this is where I was supposed to be. I smiled and looked down at the figure clinging to my body. Within only a few moments sleep overtook me.

To be continued.
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A/N: Chapter 4 is FINALLY done. Man, that took forever. Alright, if you hadn't noticed, I'm trying to keep my fic to be 1994ish. Yeah, that's why they weren't playing a PS3 or anything. Well, i hope you had fun reading!! Thank you for those who reviewed! You are the ones that keep me going! :)