mwestbelle

Mikey looks up at him, chin resting on Gerard's stomach, and smiles slow and smooth at the need written all through his brother, from frame to face. There's a brief, sick feeling in his gut, and he frowns a little bit. "This is...if I wasn't here, you wouldn't..." He can't bring himself to say it, doesn't really know how--for all he heard Father rail about the lowlifes and whores and scum (until Mother would hush him) he isn't entirely sure what it entails. But he knows it's something hotgood like this, and he wants to know, be sure, that Gerard knows this is only for the two of them from now on.

(stealthing until I'm physically dragged away, which will probably be in about 5 minutes...)