mwestbelle | commentfic again

Gerard tries to say something, to urge Mikey on or tell him how good it all is, oh god, but it comes out a stream of wordless babble, hand winding in Mikey's hair, the other tracing his jawline gently. He wants to move his hand up, shift and press against his cheek so that he can feel himself in Mikey's mouth, but he doesn't want Mikey to stop and he knows, somehow, that he's not allowed to push it that far.

Gerard's hands on him spur him forward, telling him on no uncertain terms that he's actually managing to do this properly, and he feels a swelling of pride (not the only thing swelling, not by a long shot, and he shifts his hips a little anxiously up into nothing). He brings his hands to cup Gerard's hips, and, considering himself properly adjusted to Gerard's cock in his mouth, he sucks a little, cautious.

Gerard groans brokenly, low in his throat, hips twitching minutely against Mikey's hands, and he lets himself trace a finger along the hollow of Mikey's cheek as he sucks, other fingers still cupping Mikey's jaw. "Mikey, I'm--" He knows he's not going to hold out much longer, not like this.

Mikey knows it's a warning, recognizes but the desperation in his hips from their earlier touchingg, but he just sucks harder. He's been fascinated by the complete undoing of Gerard as he comes since the start of this whole adventure, and he's looking forward to seeing it and feeling it on a much closer level.

Gerard's hips buck sharply against Mikey's hands, coming with a sharp noise--into Mikey's mouth. Oh God, did he want me to do that? Was it okay to do that? he thinks, frantically, looking down at his brother. "Are you--god, sorry, Mikey, I." And Mikey's mouth is still wrapped around him, almost to the base, and ohgod. It's too much to look.

Mikey blinks a few times, mouth still a little stretched even though Gerard has gone soft, the stickysalty of Gerard's come a definite presence at the back of his throat, even though he swallowed reflexively when he first started. He swallows again, as best he can, and slides off, Gerard's cock slipping from his mouth with a soft, wet sound. Still silent, he traces his thumb over his lower lip, eyes faraway.

Gerard looks down at Mikey, half-worried at his brother's silence. Was that not okay? Did I do something wrong? and then after another silence he finally asks. "Did I do something wrong? I--do you want me to do it to you, now?" He bites his lip, looking down. If Mikey wants him to, he will--and he wants Mikey to want him to.

Slowly, Mikey looks back at Gerard, eyes wide, until he can't hold it in any longer. A laughing-eyed, bitten lip smile, as bright as any he'd given Gerard when they curled up on the terrace to watch the sunset over the sea. He looks years younger, even though he's just fourteen, sweet and innocent and shy. The fact that this youthful renaissance was brought about by sucking his big brother's cock is better left unmentioned.

"I...would you?" He reaches up and cradles Gerard's jaw in his palm. "Would you, for me?"

Gerard is surprised, to say the least, at the sudden change in his brother, but he smiles back, faintly, and nods. "I would," he says, pulling Mikey closer until they're eye-to-eye again, inches from each other. "Can I? Please?"

Mikey takes Gerard's hand and brings it down to where he's pressed against the front of his breeches--he's been desperate since downstairs with the sailors, since he saw the slightest tinge of color in Gerard's cheeks when the sailors told their bawdy stories. He leans forward, whispers against Gerard's lips, "I want you to."

Gerard's fingers fumble with the laces on Mikey's breeches, finally getting them undone, and he leans them both back until Mikey is flat on his back on the bed and he can slide the breeches off easily. He slides downwards, taking a deep breath before just going for it, taking Mikey into his mouth.

The sound Mikey makes is completely mortifying--high and choked, needy as anything--but he doesn't even care, because it's Gerard. It's his big brother and he would never laugh at him, and now he's more than a brother, he's wetandhotandgood. Mikey's hips jerk upward, out of his control, pure youthful desperation to get further into that warmth.

Gerard almost gags, trying to relax his throat so he doesn't start coughing as Mikey's hips thrust again (it works, this time, and he's grateful). His hands go out to Mikey's hips, covering them but not actually holding them down, and he sucks hard, trying to do what he can remember feeling, cheeks hollowed.

Mikey whines, upper body twisting a little out of the effort to keep his hips down against the bed. If he could find words, he would apologize (he wouldn't), but Gerard's sucking makes him feel like everything he is is inflamed, from his cheeks flushed brighter than they have been since he changed to the curl of his toes into the sheets.

Gerard can feel the way Mikey is twisting, trying to keep his hips still, and he pulls off for a moment to gasp out, "You can, if you want, I--" before going back down, sucking hard. He moves his hands so they're fisted into the sheets instead of resting on Mikey's hips, intent clear. Go ahead, I want you to.

Oh god, oh god. Mikey doesn't waste a second's thought before his hips thrust up. He should, really, because this is Gerard's first time at this and he was ever so gentlemanly to Mikey on his first try, but having felt how all-encompassingly good the heat of Gerard's mouth feels, he can't bring himself to second-guess.

And Gerard just takes it, groaning around Mikey's cock and letting his brother use his mouth as roughly as he wants, hips thrusting in. I shouldn't like this, he thinks, distantly, hands tightening in the sheets, but ohgod I do, I.

The way Gerard lets him do it, doesn't struggle or even make a sound of displeasure, makes Mikey need it even more, and he just gives himself full liberty, hips rocking up up up into the plush of Gerard's mouth. His hand snakes down to entwine in Gerard's hair and he pushes down, as much of a request as he can manage with the viciously hot blurring in his head.

Gerard goes down further, as far as he can without choking, breathing heavily through his nose and he can feel Mikey's body shaking when he's this close, the tension in his limbs. Mikey's hips rock up again and he makes another low sound, hand curling around Mikey's hip to urge him on, to keep going.

But Mikey can't keep going, it's entirely too much for his system--a mere glance down to see where his fingers are stark white against the dark of Gerard's hair and the obscene stretch of his lips, and his hand is clenching in Gerard's hair, holding him firmly in place, while his head tips back and he moans reedy and breathless when he comes.

Gerard pulls back, swallowing as best as he can. "Was that--good?" he asks, hesitant, looking up at Mikey with big eyes, and his voice is wrecked, rough-sounding. He almost doesn't recognize it for a moment.

The sound of Gerard's voice, so rough and unlike his normal higher-pitch, combined with the knowledge of how it got that way is almost enough to bring Mikey straight back to readiness. As it is, he cups Gerard's face in his hand and draws him up for a kiss, licking into Gerard's mouth to find where his own taste still lingers. "It was amazing."

Gerard sighs into the kiss, tasting himself and Mikey both, and he makes a mental note to thank the sailor who brought it up in the first place (for some other reason, he'd say, of course). "Good," he says, as they break apart, smiling, voice still raw. "Do you want to try anything else? I mean, since we have all night--" and who knows how long after that

Mikey strokes a little at Gerard's hip with his thumb, still not able to contain his smile. It's the happiest he's felt since the change, and he wants to just sink into these good feelings--morning, he knows, will come too soon. "That would be nice. Did you have anything particular in mind?"

Gerard thinks for a long moment, on the chatter with the sailors and then the hushed side-conversation two of the men were having. "I--did you hear the two who were talking about the man who--you know, with the--the fingers thing?" He looks away, cheeks pink. "I think I'd... want to try that?"

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