mwestbelle

Gerard shifts, testing the bindings, finding himself totally unable to move except for shifting upwards. Even that makes his wrists and ankles burn, the straps rubbing against soft skin. He sucks in a sharp breath, only able to turn his head far enough to see the glint of something on the bedside table. He trusts Mikey, trusts him absolutely, but he doesn't know what Mikey is planning to do. They can't hurt each other, not permanently anyway, but he knows from experience Mikey can leave marks that sting.

"No," he says softly, watching as Mikey unbuttons his shirt. "I haven't, that's true..."