sliverofglass

I could fit you in my pocket 2/?

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 12:18:27 GMT

Title: I could fit you in my pocket 2/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
POV: 3rd person omniscient
Summary: He wasn't supposed to be thinking about Frank like this, no. Not at all.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Author Notes: Beta'd by a friend.
Warnings: Cursing and Gerard having a bit of "time alone"

Chapter 1

Gerard felt like a prisoner in his bunk. He couldn't help it, but at night every time he is in it, when the curtains are pulled shut, he feels like he is a prisoner in the small space. He was so constricted, yet at the same time enjoying this weird pseudo-privacy that shouldn't even be there. A curtain is flimsy after all, so flimsy that just a bit of movement would betray what he was doing. Not to mention..shadows. Everyone could see his silhouette in the shadows on the flimsy fucking curtain.

He hated that.

Ever since the other night, the night when he'd snuck into Frank's bunk to calm him down during that storm, he'd been restless. He was a self-proclaimed insomniac, and the fact that all he did in bed at night since then was think about Frank didn't help his condition at all. He found himself intensely longing, still remembering how Frank's body had felt pressed against his, the way Frank sighed his breaths out when he thinks Gerard is not listening or asleep. But the truth was, Gerard hadn't slept at all that night--he couldn't have. He had to cherish every single moment he had the younger man in his arms, observe just how perfectly they had both fit together... it was a bit unnerving, in fact, that Frank just fit into him like he was a piece made to...well, fit. He couldn't think of another metaphor for it. And now his body was practically on fire as he remembered how Frank shifted around, how Frank had tried to turn over in the small bunk that shouldn't even fit the two of them. It had gotten Gerard hard that one time, and it was making him hard again now..no matter how much the singer forced the thought and the memory out of his head.

He wasn't supposed to be thinking about Frank like this, no. Not at all.

But as he fidgeted with the metal button on his jeans, he bit his lip, remembering how Frank had felt the cold piece of metal after a lightning strike and demanded Gerard to take off his pants. And of course Gerard had, he had tossed them into his bunk as he settled down with Frank. By then he was completely free of any sort of metal on his body, and mostly naked save for his boxers and his shirt. Sometimes Frank could be so paranoid, Gerard had thought that time, though he really hadn't complained.

It was all the better to feel Frank's body pressed against his own, the man's warm skin against his own covered skin. At some point he remembered debating with himself about taking off his shirt, but that would have just been weird. Everybody in the bus would have been looking at them weirdly for days after that, though he wouldn't be surprised if they all just took it in stride. Gerard knew that he and Frank had an odd relationship sometimes--normal but with its peculiarities. And people knew and saw that.

Gerard sighed as he settled in his bunk, on his back, staring up at the ceiling above him. Sometimes he wondered why he picked the top bunk, because now that he thought about it, whenever someone walked by they could see him plain as day, even with the flimsy curtain. He then reminded himself to get a black curtain. Maybe then it'd be harder to see through. He wrapped his arms around his pillow, keeping it on top of him so his crotch would be hidden, just in case. He ignored the constriction in his jeans, he knew it would go away eventually, if he tried hard not to think about it. But the more he tried not to, the more he did. The more he remembered the way that Frank's hair felt tickling against his neck and his face, the more he remembered how Frank smelled, how Frank's hands 'accidentally' brushed against certain parts of him that still made him shiver now.

He found himself wishing that he could do to Frank all the things that he could do to him on stage, and more. He wished he could slide his hand up Frank's shirt and watch the other man just absorb the feeling and eat it all up, arching his back up in a silent bid for more. He wished he could see the looks Frank sometimes pulled on stage in his bed, the way his face twisted in this look that Gerard was absolutely sure was what Frank would look like if he had an orgasm.

"Fuck." Gerard cursed softly to himself when he heard his cock twitch slightly in his pants, and he adjusted himself in them, already feeling the wet spot at the front. Well...wasn't that just shit. This was his last clean pair of pants and now he had nothing else but stained pairs to wear, and he found himself hoping that they'd just fucking get a hotel soon so he could get all his stuff washed.

He lost that train of thought when he heard the brakes screech. Gerard gripped onto his mattress when he felt the bus pulling to a stop and he bit his lip harshly, hoping he hadn't betrayed the fact that he was awake to his band mates or to anyone else on the bus. He really didn't want to get out of his bunk, and with enough luck they would be getting off to go around or something, and he'd be left alone.

"Gas stop," Someone called out, and at that he heard multiple sets of footsteps leaving the bus, and he counted them all, making sure he was alone before he pushed his pillow back under his head.

"Fuck, privacy, at last." Gerard murmured to himself, pulling his curtain shut just in case, and shutting off the lights in the bunk area. Less chance of anyone seeing him that way. He was pretty sure he was alone, considering he had counted how many people had gotten off the bus, and now his hands were busy quickly fumbling with his fly. He got his pants open and shoved them down to around his thighs, not caring to get them off any further. He didn't need to.

The moment his hand wrapped around his length he let out a quiet moan, then took in a deep breath, eyes sliding shut as he gave himself a squeeze around the base and finally started stroking himself. It felt amazing, after almost two days of constantly trying not to touch himself in a bus full of people, he could now just...let go. And that was what he did. Despite his seeming lack of any sort of shyness or boundaries on stage, around his friends he really usually tried not to be so vulgar. He was a different person on stage, that was all.

Gerard stuck his head out of his bunk to make sure he was alone, lying back down when he was sure, shifting as he finally got comfortable.

"Oh god," Gerard whispered at first as he thumbed at his tip, stroking himself faster and twisting his wrist on the way up, because he fucking loved that. Had to tell the people he'd been with about it, how it drove him wild. He fought to keep his breathing quiet and steady as he started stroking even faster, fingers practically dancing on his cock as he stroked faster and harder. He was arching up as he pretended it was Frank's body he was sinking into, Frank's hand on him instead of his own, Frank's mouth...just..Frank.

Fuck, he really shouldn't be thinking about Frank like this, and he knew it, but he couldn't help it.

He let his fingertips trace over the bulging vein on the underside of his length and he let out a shaky breath, imagining it was Frank's tongue instead. He was panting soon enough as he found the right pace, stroking himself quickly, and hard, thinking how odd it is that there was always a different pace. There would always be a perfect one for the thoughts that were running through his head that moment, and right now it was that fast-hard thing that was totally driving him crazy. He ran his thumb over the tip of his cock whenever he could, and he found himself shuddering out moans and soft whispers of Frank's name.

He never noticed the sound of footsteps climbing back onto the bus, the familiar footfalls of Frank as he practically stomped and ran around the bus, looking for his cigarettes. He hadn't heard how the footsteps fell silent when Frank heard Gerard moan. The guitarist had frozen in his tracks, feeling like an idiot for staying but he just wanted to hear Gerard, since he never had heard him moan aside from on stage. But he was just curious, he told himself, just curious. He just wanted to hear what Gerard sounded like, what he thought about, considering almost all the rest of the guys jerked off in the bus every now and then and it was only Gerard who hadn't. At least not when there were other people in the bus. He wanted fodder to tease the man with later on.

Gerard was panting heavily now, seriously considering for a moment laying off the cigarettes but the thought is quickly dismissed as he slid his own hand under his shirt. He let his fingertips trace over a nipple, pinching and tugging at the hard nub. That was all it took. That and the way he'd twisted his hand as he stroked himself, the image in his head of Frank teasing at his nipple.

"Oh god...Frank," Gerard cried out as he came, bucking in his bunk and catching most of his come in his hand. He was panting and moaning softly for a while as he settled down in his bunk, fighting to catch his breath, smiling to himself as the post-orgasmic bliss caught up with him.

Frank was still frozen in his spot.

Well, fuck. He hadn't expected that at all.

Cause I Read About Something and I Wanna Try It 1/1

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:01:20 GMT

Title: Cause I Read About Something and I Wanna Try It 1/1
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard Way/Frank Iero
Rating: Very very NC-17
POV: 3rd Person Omniscient
Summary:
"I read something on the internet, it was fucking amazing and I kinda wanna try it," Gerard said to Frank as they were huddled around Gerard's laptop at the back of the bus.
Disclaimer: Faaaake.
Author Notes: Needed to get this out before going to bed. Please leave comments! I accept requests. :)
Warnings: PWP, fisting

"Fuck."

Gerard giggled upon hearing his lover's little exclamation, he always loved it when he could get Frank writhing and moaning under him. He licked his lips and traced his fingertips over the vein on the underside of Frank's cock once more, earning another loud moan from him since it had always been a sensitive spot of the other man's. Gerard loved exploiting those little spots, abusing them until Frank was screaming and begging under him.

"Shhh, you'll wake up half the people in the hotel," Gerard teased, smirking down at Frank as he shifted on the bed, settling down in between the man's legs. He loved seeing Frank like that, tied up, splayed out on the bed. He looked so fucking helpless, but at the same time so inviting that it was all Gerard could do not to ravish the man.

This was one of the reasons why he loved hotel nights.

This was one of the reasons why he always demanded rooms with four poster beds on hotel nights.

"Well if you don't tease so much then maybe I can--ohgodGee--maybe I can keep quiet," Frank managed through his moans. He wanted desperately to watch Gerard now, to see what he was doing down there, but he couldn't. Not when he was tied up like that, anyway. He gasped softly, biting his lip, Gerard's reply lost to him as he let out another moan, back arching a bit off the bed.

Gerard was watching Frank intently on the bed, his plans for the night's activities already playing out in his head, and he knew by the end of the night Frank would be screaming his name. That made him moan softly as well, and he adjusted himself on the bed, denying himself any sort of pleasure for now. It'd all be worth the wait later, he knew. Gerard leaned down and flicked his tongue over the tip of Frank's cock as he slid his hands up the man's chest, fingertips brushing and pinching at the twin peaks on his chest.

"Oh god," Frank grunted out softly as Gerard had taken him in his mouth and practically swallowed him down. It was one of those things he was just so good at that it was unbelievable, but Frank knew for sure, and he was glad that he did. Because really he didn't know how he went half of his life without Gerard and his mouth, and all the fantastic things his mouth could do.

Frank wished desperately he could grip at Gerard's hair, tug at it like the man loved, but the scarves tying him to the bedposts would not give. He let out a shaky breath when Gerard started sucking with his cheeks hollowed, and Frank's toes curled as the pleasure pooled at the bottom of his gut and shot through is spine like electricity. It was so amazing that he was sure he would have lost his load had it not been for Gerard's fingers circling around his balls and preventing him from coming too early.

"God, Gee..please..." Frank pleaded, what for he didn't know exactly, but he felt amazing as he bucked up into Gerard's mouth, burying himself deeper in that hot, wet heat and ohgod, that was cold. Frank gasped as he felt the cold lube against his entrance, hips bucking a bit to get away from the cold sensation, but Gerard pulled away and stilled him.

"It'll warm up, come on," Gerard said as he licked his lips, shaking his head quickly to the side to get his hair out of his eyes. He offered Frank a reassuring smile as he kissed at his hip, pressing two fingers into the smaller man.

"I'm thinking that maybe I should gag you," Gerard mused before he leaned down, dragging his tongue up the vein on the underside of Frank's cock, letting the tip of his tongue press against the sensitive bundle of nerves right under Frank's tip. "Cause you know..I'll have you screaming soon," Gerard continued and pressed a kiss to Frank's tip, "and you know that the guys won't be happy about that."

"F-fuck 'em," Frank gasped out as Gerard's fingers pressed deeper into him, immediately going for that spot inside him that had him writhing in no time. "They're just jealous--" He trailed off into another moan, pushing his hips back against his lover's fingers because fuck he was rubbing so hard and so fast Frank could see stars and he loved that. His hands were clenching into fists, grabbing onto air as he desperately tried to hold onto something, but there was nothing and he was left digging his fingernails into his palms. His toes curled again as Gerard kept up the pressure, and he was so close, and it was obvious in the way that his moans had turned into screams, getting higher and higher in pitch.

"Don't you fucking stop," Frank cried out, arching his hips up, desperately trying to get some sort of attention to his now neglected cock, but Gerard was an asshole. And Frank knew that, and he wished right then that he didn't because Gerard stopped right after he asked him not to. Frank was left panting and writhing, his body suddenly lacking the immense pleasure he'd been feeling just moments ago.

"Why'd you stop!" Frank whined, eyes snapping open to look at his lover, his brows furrowing at his forehead as he watched Gerard squeeze more lube onto his fingers.

"You stopped for lube? Come on, you gotta be kidding me, I was perfectly fine!" He said in frustration, and Gerard found the desperation in his voice cute, but he didn't respond. He was busy making sure his fingers were well-slicked and perfect, he didn't want to hurt Frank after all.

"Just enjoy it, Frankie." Gerard said as he pushed three fingers into Frank now, making the smaller man moan as he settled back down on the bed, his hips pushing back against the intrusion. He needed the friction that Gerard wasn't being so generous with just then, and it was starting to really grate on his nerves that Gerard just wouldn't let him come.

Panting softly, Frank watched Gerard quietly, because it occured to him that this wasn't quite normal, how long Gerard had been teasing him for. Normally they wouldn't have lasted this long, they would have probably already been cuddled together in post-coital bliss at this point but Gerard was drawing it out for a reason and he wanted to know why.

"Gee, why--" Frank began, but he never finished, because Gerard's fingers were back to punishing Frank's spot, rubbing at it almost frenziedly, and in no time Frank was back to screaming profanities and panting and crying out Gerard's name. He wanted so badly to come but Gerard was keeping his fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock and it hurt but god it felt so fucking good at the same time.

That was it, then. Frank decided he would stop thinking and just let go. He trusted Gerard, if he was doing this then he was doing this for a reason. He spread his legs wider, at least as wide as the binds on his ankles would let him, and he took in a deep breath, trying to even out his breathing. He didn't even know why, since it was pretty much futile.

"Ohmygod," Frank hissed out when Gerard pushed another finger inside him, totalling four now, and he wondered what the hell was going on because Gerard had rarely gone beyond three. "Gee come on, fuck me," Frank said, pushing back against Gerard's fingers wantonly. "Want you inside me, please," Frank breathed out, watching Gerard through heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes. But he completely forgot about his request when the discomfort took over, Gerard was stretching him with those four fingers, spreading him apart, and he felt like a goddamn slut but he loved it. He kept his gaze fixed on Gerard, his cock throbbing against his stomach, leaking precome.

"Just don't forget to relax, okay Frankie?" Gerard murmured softly as he licked his lips, scissoring and spreading his fingers apart inside Frank, stretching him open, every now and then playing with his spot. It didn't take very long until Frank was accustomed to the feeling, back to begging and pushing back against Gerard's fingers. He whimpered when Gerard pulled his fingers out and opened his eyes again--he didn't even remember closing them!--to look at the other man in frustration.

Gerard was squeezing lube out onto his fingers, over his knuckles, his palm, the back of his hand.

It finally clicked.

Frank's jaw dropped and he let out a strangled moan, his cock twitching again as he remembered the conversation he and Gerard had just a few days ago.

"I read something on the internet, it was fucking amazing and I kinda wanna try it," Gerard said to Frank as they were huddled around Gerard's laptop at the back of the bus.

"Yeah? Show me," Frank asked, and upon seeing what Gerard had seen he giggled, thinking Gerard was joking. It had to be a joke.

"S'not funny!" Gerard said and nudged Frank, turning the screen away from is lover as he clicked at some more links.

"Gee..are you..?" Frank breathed out, and at that he saw Gerard smile. He should've been afraid right then because sometimes Gerard's smiles could get fucking creepy, but instead Frank had gotten so much more turned on. It was crazy.

"Just relax." Gerard said simply as he tucked his thumb under his other fingers and started pushing all five into Frank, rubbing at his hip to soothe him as he stretched to accomodate the intrusion.

"H-holy shit, Gee come on, I c-can't take this!" Frank cried out, but really, his words were not meant. They couldn't be, not when Frank was pushing back, trying to take more, trying to fuck himself onto Gerard's fingers. He grunted in frustration when Gerard pushed his hips down to keep them still and opened his eyes when he felt Gerard shifting around on the bed. He let out a tiny moan when he felt Gerard's lips ghost over his own, and he leaned forward to kiss Gerard deeply.

Gerard took his chance while Frank was distracted. In one swift motion he pushed his hand in, past the knuckle, crying out because fuck that was hot, and fuck, Frank was biting his lip off.

"Ow, ow, Frank come on it hurts," Gerard cried out, words a bit garbled as his lip was still caught in between Frank's teeth, and now bleeding badly. Frank slowly let go and forced his eyes open to look up at Gerard.

"You deserve it, you fuck," Frank hissed out, still afraid to move because it just hurt. "This fucking hurts!" He said, tears already gathering at the corners of his eyes.

Gerard licked his lip clean of blood and leaned down to kiss the tip of Frank's nose. "Yeah, but it'll go away." He said softly and settled back down on the bed in between Frank's legs, keeping his hand still as he let the other man adjust. He kept reminding his lover to relax, rubbing at his hip, and the moment Frank had relaxed enough, Gerard pushed in to the wrist and slowly bunched his hand up into a fist inside Frank.

"Fuck, Frankie...you should see this." Gerard moaned out softly, face flushed with arousal as he looked down at his arm, to where his hand disappeared into Frank. "You fucking have to see this." He said and looked around, fumbling around for the camera before he snapped a few photos, setting the camera aside once he was sure he got good shots.

Frank wasn't paying attention, he was too busy trying to get over the pain. It did fade to a dull thrumming eventually, and fuck he had never felt that full before in his entire life. He was panting heavily still, forcing himself to relax, and slowly but surely, he did.

Gerard flashed Frank another one of those cute-but-creepy smiles of his when Frank relaxed, giggling softly to himself as he knew what would be coming. Gerard shifted his hand so a knuckle was pressing right against Frank's spot, making the younger man hiss out his pleasure. But Gerard wasn't going to stop there, no--he twisted his hand to the left, making each of his knuckles dig against Frank's spot as he turned his hand.

Frank's hips shot off the bed as he screamed.

"G-Gerard, oh god...oh god that's..fuck that's amazing, I..." Frank breathed out, trying hard to relax but it was so hard, so fucking hard when Gerard was now twisting his hand back and forth.

Frank had never felt this before in his entire life. His chest was heaving with the effort he was making to breathe, and he was sure he was going to go blind from the stars that kept exploding behind his closed eyelids. He couldn't even form a coherent thought anymore, the pleasure had become so great that he could barely make a sound. He had gone from screaming to squeaking, and Gerard quite honestly didn't know which he liked better.

Gerard kept at it, brushing his knuckles back and forth against Frank's spot until the man couldn't take it anymore. With a silent scream, Frank's body shook all over and he tensed, coming so hard a spurt hit him on his face. He sank back down onto the bed, exhausted, still trembling from the intense experience. He reminded himself to thank Gerard later on. He winced slightly and let out a soft hiss as Gerard pulled his hand out, but quite honestly he was so sated the pain didn't even affect him anymore.

Frank panted heavily, fighting to catch his breath before he managed to get himself brain damaged. He barely noticed Gerard untying him and lying down on the bed next to him.

"Wow," was all Frank managed to say through his breathlessness. He smiled and leaned in to kiss at Gerard's cheek, slowly rolling onto his side and pressing himself close to Gerard, not quite caring how messy he was. He reached down and slid his hand over Gerard's inner thigh, taking his length in his hand so he could return the favor.

-

Down at the breakfast buffet the next day, three men sat at a table, looking quite groggy and tired. Gerard beamed as he brought his tray of food over to the table and joined them, wearing a shit-eating grin despite his wounded lip. Frank soon joined them at the table, limping all the way and wincing as he sat down, but his face bore a similar grin to the one Gerard wore.

"You guys need to learn to keep it down," Ray started, and looked accusingly over to Gerard and Frank.

"It's fucking impossible, you know. When you have a fucking hand inside you everything else pretty much goes out the window." Frank said, giggling along with Gerard when they were met with annoyed glances and mumbles of 'fuck, TMI'.

"You should try it sometime," Frank said and nudged Mikey, who spluttered and nearly choked on his coffee, glaring at Frank, then at his brother.

I could fit you in my pocket 1/?

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 17:25:30 GMT

Title: I Could Fit You In My Pocket 1/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG (for now)
POV: 3rd Person Omniscient
Summary: Who knew he’d have so much psychological trauma from such a singular event? It was so once-in-a-lifetime, and it was so weird, Frank thought, that it had happened to him. It was like an anomaly that reared its butt-ugly head into Frank’s normally peaceful life.
Disclaimer: Not real!
Author Notes: Well, here I am with another fic, almost 3 years since my last one. Please leave comments/suggestions and concrit as I am terribly rusty. Cross posted on mychemicalslash, gerardxfrankie, mcrslashfics and better_mcrslash. This was beta'd by my IRL best friend.
Warnings: Light swearing.

It was storming again, and it really was a well kept secret that Frank was afraid of storms. Fucking terrified. Ever since that little car accident he’d gotten into when he crashed into a tree, he’d been terrified. A lightning bolt struck the light post on the side of the road he had been driving on and he had lost control of his shitty Civic, the one he couldn’t bring himself to selling off or junking.

So now, no matter how many times he told himself that the bus was insulated with the rubber wheels, that he had on rubber-soled shoes, and that he’d placed a rubber mat under his mattress, he was still fucking terrified.

And so Frank lay in his bunk, his heart pounding in his chest as he desperately tried to avoid touching anything metal. His curtains were pulled shut, as if that would help any—but he didn’t really want any of his friends to know that he was terrified of storms. He knew they would see that he was if he didn't pull the curtains shut, considering he was hiding under the blankets like a little shit. He thought once that maybe he could just pull it off, make them think he was just asleep...but then he realized he was shaking and oh damn it all.

He felt absolutely pathetic.

Who knew he’d have so much psychological trauma from such a singular event? It was so once-in-a-lifetime, and it was so fucking weird, Frank thought, that it had happened to him. It was like an anomaly that reared its butt-ugly head into Frank’s normally peaceful life.

Frank shifted on his bunk, gasping when he realized he still had his metal watch on, quickly getting rid of it. It wasn’t easy, not with his shaking hands that fumbled with the delicate clasp, but when he finally managed he ended up throwing the timepiece out of his bunk. That probably broke it, but that was the least of his concerns.

Right now, he was more worried about the flash of lightning, the clap of thunder that resonated after it.

“Fuck.”

-

“Has anyone seen Frank?” Gerard asked as he finally got out from the bathroom, where he’d been standing in front of the mirror examining his reflection. The shitty incandescent light bulb did nothing to light up the tiny room and he had squinted and looked so hard in the mirror that his head hurt. At least he’d come to his conclusion after a while: thirty-two and still mostly wrinkle free. He was glad, considering he’d been very rough on his body for a long time, and now that he had learned to love it he was just worried about, of all things, the signs of aging.

Trust Gerard to be vain like that.

Looking around the bus, he knocked on the closest wall to get the attention of the people on the couch. “Stop playing your fucking video game and answer my question, come on.” Gerard said as he walked over and stood in front of the television, amidst groans and protests from Ray, Mikey and Bob.

“I’m playing a game here!” Ray mumbled once he’d hit pause, he was so far along that he didn’t want his character to die. He didn’t really want to repeat the whole thing, he didn’t have the patience for it. He’d had to do it so many times before already.

“Well answer my question!” Gerard demanded in only the way that Gerard fucking Way could. He didn’t like it when he wasn’t the center of attention—at least not when he needed the attention, that is.

“..uh. What was the question?” Bob asked as he finally slouched on the couch, just wanting to get back to the video game he had been watching Ray play mindlessly, picking up little things so that he could get unstuck. He’d been playing that level for ages and could never get past it after all.

“Gee asked if we knew where Frank was.” Mikey answered, and at that he simply pointed toward the bunks as another flash of lightning and clap of thunder resulted from the storm. “He’s probably sleeping. He’s been in there a while.” Mikey said, looking up at Gerard expectantly, waiting for him to get away from the television screen. When he finally did Ray immediately hit the button to unpause the game, and the three went right back to what they were doing.

-

Gerard wandered over to the bunks, threading his fingers through his hair as he saw that Frank’s curtain was pulled shut. He didn’t know whether to think if Frank was awake or asleep, but he took his chances, slowly pulling the curtain open. He saw the way Frank was shaking under the blanket and he bit his lip as he realized that just wouldn’t do. He couldn’t leave his friend like that, no.

“Frankie?” He said softly as he started to pull the blanket off the smaller man. He knew that he would at least have some trauma after that accident and he was right, though he hated to be. He had been there the moment Frank called him with the news, that his car was totalled, that it was a miracle he had survived, that he needed a ride to the hospital just to check if he was missing anything. And as much as he would hate to admit it, he wished Frank would have at that time just held onto him and told him everything. But as always the younger man had played it cool. He had brushed off the accident with a toothy grin and a solid ‘I’m okay, Gee,’ and refused to talk about it again, much to Gerard’s frustration.

Frank’s head peeked out from the blankets but he held onto them tightly, not letting Gerard pull them any lower. He tried hard to seem like he’d just woken up, but instead he came off looking perplexed, and nervous, and just so fucking adorable that Gerard felt his heart jump in his chest a bit. He felt mean for finding Frank’s fear cute, but he pushed that thought aside as he insistently pulled the blanket off his friend. Or at least, he’d pulled it out of Frank’s grasp enough so he could climb in beside him, secure under the warmth of the blanket.

“It’s okay.” Gerard said softly as he kissed Frank’s temple, wrapping an arm around him, holding him close. He settled down so he was practically wrapped around Frank, trying to make him feel safe and mostly succeeding. “It’s okay.” He whispered again, and at that Frank finally started to calm down, his frayed nerves losing their edge just a bit as he melted into Gerard’s arms. Something about the older man just calmed Frank, made him feel so much better, and it was odd but he fucking loved it at the same time. His breathing regularized as the storm waned, and after a while he turned onto his side, pressing his face into Gerard’s shirt as he curled an arm around the man’s body. He gave Gerard’s neck a gentle kiss before settling down again, wordlessly thanking him for...well, this. Gerard could be weird sometimes, but he would never ever leave a friend in need alone. Frank knew that, and he was goddamn glad.

All was good and quiet until another round of lightning and thunder hit, and at that Frank had stiffened, tossing the sheets mostly off them as he examined Gerard in the dim light.

“Gee?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have metal on you?”

Chapter 2

I don't know if people even remember me but...

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 15:45:36 GMT

So! I'm trying to get back into writing, since I've rediscovered my love for MCR and all things fanfiction...

Been inspired lately, so who knows what will happen. I will definitely have something up by the end of this week. Any requests or suggestions?

Oh and..most of you will know/remember me from the fic I wrote, Dirty Money. It's now public again for those who want to read it! :D

Dirty Money 18/18

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 04:56:11 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 18/18
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: Chapter 18. Took me long enough, actually I delayed it as long as I could... We've reached the end, folks.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17

“What are you doing in here, Frankie?” Mikey asked when he stepped into his and Gerard’s bedroom to find Frank standing inside, staring at the wall. It didn’t take him long to realize that Frank was staring at the painting that Gerard had done of him from before. Frank turned to face Mikey, his hands in his pockets. The smaller man just shrugged.

“Just looking at Gerard’s painting of you. Speaking of, where is he?” Frank asked before he turned back to face the painting, eyeing it again. He’d been there close to fifteen minutes already, mostly staring and thinking about his situation with Bob. He still wouldn’t answer Bob’s calls or texts, mainly because he was still holding some hope that Bob would cave in and do a shoot with him.

“He’s picking up some groceries, why?” Mikey asked, moving to stand next to Frank and likewise look at his painting. That was actually the first time that he really looked, because most of the time he just spared the piece of art fleeting glances. He was really amazed at the attention to detail Gerard had. “Why are you looking at the painting, anyway?”

Frank chose to ignore the first question. After all, he had only asked the question to shift the focus from him. It didn’t work at all, so he answered the second question with a half-shrug. “Nothing, I’m just looking at it for nostalgic purposes.”

“Nostalgic purposes? Frank it’s only been a month and a half,” Mikey voiced, and at that Frank just shrugged again, leaning slightly against the taller and skinnier guy.

“I don’t care. Plus I dunno, this helps me think.” He said, exhaling a heavy, obviously sad sigh.

“Bob problems?” Mikey asked. At that, Frank nodded, slightly unable to believe just how spot on Mikey’s guess was. He began to narrate what happened the night before, how he had asked bob to do a shoot with him and how the man had declined. How he begged and pleaded, and how Bob wouldn’t say yes.

“Maybe...I dunno, maybe he doesn’t want anyone to see you two have sex. You’re together, and that makes everything special...maybe he wants to keep it that way.” Mikey said rather surprised at himself for coming up with something like that.

“Yeah…maybe you’re right, Mikes.” Frank mumbled with a sigh.

“Hello?” Frank said as he picked up the phone, hoping that it was Bob. His hopes were crushed when he looked at the caller ID and saw Ray’s number instead. “Hey Ray.”

”Dude, how’d you know it was me? Know what, don’t answer that question—Hey Frankie.” Ray’s voice filtered through the receiver. ”Is everyone there? Can you put me on speakerphone? I’ve got something to tell you guys.”

Frank shrugged and did as he was told. “You’re on speakerphone. Hold on,” he said as he went to call the brothers, who emerged their room with identical wide smiles plastered on their faces. They came and sat down next to Frank on the couch.

“Ray’s on speakerphone,” Frank explained, and the brothers said their cheerful hellos.

”Hey. I’m just gonna cut right to the chase, okay? This friend of mine’s throwing a party in his basement and he needs a band. I said I’d see if we could play. It’s three days away, I think that’s enough time for us to practice.”

“You mean we have like, a gig? But we’ve only been a band what, three days? What if we screw up real bad?” Mikey countered, only to be hushed by Gerard.

“This is a huge opportunity, Mikes. We can’t just let it pass.” Gerard said, and both Ray and Frank voiced their approvals.

”Bob’s up for it,” Ray added just to put it out there, but at that Frank’s face fell.

“Come over. No, we’ll be over in about an hour. We can practice the rest of the day.” Gerard said, flashing his brother a reassuring smile.

The guys said their goodbyes and Ray hung up. Mikey through his brother a worried look, but Frank placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“Gerard, I’m fucking nervous!” Mikey whispered, grabbing onto his brother’s hand and squeezing as hard as he could. Gerard could’ve sworn that he heard a bone (or two) crack. He pulled his brother into a hug in an attempt to comfort him. Ray was psyched, and both Bob and Frank were still ignoring each other.

When the party was about to start and they were needed on the stage, the brothers were the last to go on. Gerard had to literally drag Mikey to the slightly elevated platform.

They still didn’t have a name—they’d been a band just about a week after all—so the host of the party just introduced them by their names. Mikey was trembling in nervousness, Ray was still psyched, Bob and Frank kept glancing at each other secretly, and Gerard was left to pull it all together. When the music began he stood near his overly nervous brother, just to let him know that he was there.

The performance was virtually perfect, save for the few cues that Mikey missed. All throughout the show Bob stared at Frank, watching him play the guitar like he was born to do it. It turned him on so much to see his boyfriend look like he was making love to his guitar, or at least trying to. He wouldn’t admit it though, after all he and Frank were still fighting. Gerard sang his heart out, and Ray rocked out as hard as he could. The crowd seemed to be into their music, and that calmed Mikey down heaps.

At the end of their set Mikey set his bass down none-too-gently and grabbed Gerard by the wrist and pinning him against the dark corner of the basement. The brothers kissed roughly, all of Mikey’s nervous energy having transformed into sexual energy. Something about Gerard’s voice just made Mikey want his older brother so badly. Just a few seconds later Bob had Frank pinned to the wall next to them (Frank had come to him right after the show with an apology), leaving Ray to mingle with the small crowd they had just played for. Mikey vaguely heard a “get a room!” so at that he dragged his brother up to the bathroom, not even bothering to lock the door.

“Fuck me hard, Gee?” Mikey asked, staring into his brother’s half-lidded eyes as he slipped his hands up and under Gerard’s shirt. Gerard managed a nod before he pulled Mikey to him and began kissing him again, sweaty as they were. The door banged open right about then and the brothers were joined by Bob and Frank. The four stared at each other, as if surprised that there were other people in the bathroom besides them.

Bob and Frank looked at each other as if conversing through their eyes. Bob gave a slow nod after a while and closed the door, locking it. He figured that since he’d seen and filmed the brothers so many times, it would be okay for them to see him and Frank. In a matter of moments both couples had gone on doing what they intended to do in the first place. Frank had wasted no time at all in taking his and Bob’s clothes off, just like Mikey had hurriedly taken his and Gerard’s clothes off.

Gerard pushed Mikey’s hips to the counter and sank down to his knees, immediately taking his brother’s cock into his mouth and down his throat. He was getting good at giving blowjobs and he knew it. Mikey’s hand tangled in his older brother’s hair as Gerard took Mikey so far into his mouth that his nose pressed against his groan. He stayed like that for a moment, tufts of Mikey’s hair tickling his nose as he swallowed around him and began bobbing his head.

Frank pushed the toilet lid down to make a seat and shoved his boyfriend down onto it, straddling his hips. He reached into the pocket of his discarded jeans for the small bottle of lube he always kept there. He had no need—or at least, no patience, for foreplay. Not right then. Frank slicked Bob’s length up and set the uncapped bottle down on the counter before pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. Kneeling up and guiding Bob to his entrance, he slowly sank down, letting out a pleasured hiss. Bob’s eyes had squeezed shut when Frank’s warmth enveloped him fully.

The brothers watched as Frank lowered himself down, then tore their attentions away and looked back at each other. Gerard pulled away from Mikey with a pop, standing up and turning Mikey around, bending him over the counter. Both moaned when they realized they would be able to watch themselves on the mirror on the wall. Gerard’s hands slid down his brother’s back to his ass, kneading the flesh in his hands before spreading his cheeks apart, grinding himself against Mikey’s entrance as he reached for the bottle of lube. He lubed himself up and impatiently buried himself to the hilt inside his brother, effectively making him cry out in anticipated pleasure.

All four men in the room eyed each other as relative silence settled while Frank and Mikey adjusted to the intrusions. Frank and Gerard locked gazes for a moment, nodded at each other, then as if on cue began moving—Frank riding Bob, Gerard fucking Mikey for all he was worth. Mikey placed his hands on the counter, bracing himself for the fucking he was getting. He allowed his head to loll back onto Gerard’s shoulder before he opened his eyes to look into the mirror.

“Oh. Holy. Fuck.” Mikey couldn’t tear his gaze away from their reflection in the mirror. Gerard driving into him from behind, eyeing him hungrily through the looking glass... they both looked as sinful as the devil. It was a lovely sight, to say the least.

Frank was bouncing on Bob’s lap frantically, almost like an energizer bunny on a caffeine high. Bob’s hands were gripping Frank’s hips tightly, tight enough to leave imprints. He was helping to lift and lower the smaller man as soft grunts and groans left his lips.

Mikey and Frank leaned close to each other, grinning before crashing their lips together. Frank slowed down a bit, and Bob, who groaned in annoyance, began thrusting his hips up to compensate. The small bathroom echoed with moans and grunts from all four of them. They all knew they had to be quick—someone was bound to have to use the bathroom sometime.

When Gerard and Bob began stroking their lovers the room exploded with a loud moan and a half-scream. Things sped up, slowed down, sped up again, and pretty soon the moans got louder and louder. Mikey’s body trembled in climax, followed by Gerard, then Frank, and Bob. As all four of them panted, trying to recover their breaths, they realized someone was banging on the door.

”Get the fuck outta there! There’s a long line out here!”

The friends shared a glance and then burst into breathless, uncontrollable laughter.

EPILOGUE

A few months later and even more tapes under their belts—slight pun intended—the five men, Gerard, Mikey, Frank, Ray, Bob, all of them were in the studio of Eyeball Records, making their first ever record. Close to the end of their recording, all five of them made the mutual decision to quit the porn industry. Ray and Bob claimed that they’d seen enough sex to last them a lifetime. Frank, Gerard and Mikey claimed that they’d done enough things to put a whore to shame. Plus, they had to work on recording and touring, anyway.

Things were going pretty well for all of them—Gerard and Mikey had gotten even closer than ever, Bob had asked Frank to move in with him and he did, and Ray was very happy working in a band. The five men were so close they all seemed like brothers. Needless to say they were all best friends.

Mikey had even managed to come up with a name for their band, and everyone loved it, so then they were dubbed My Chemical Romance. Of course he was nervous about the music thing again, but the guys just comforted him and told him things would be fine.

Just a few weeks and a couple gigs more, the album was ready for release. They immediately brought boxfuls of the finished records on tour with them. It was their first tour ever, and everyone was obviously psyched about it. The boxes they brought with them slowly emptied as they passed every venue.

It wasn’t all nice and easy, though, at some times the guys found themselves in situations where, well...

“Dudes, when are we gonna get food? I’m fucking starved.” Mikey voiced from the back of the van.

“You know we don’t have enough money for real food right now, Mikey.” Gerard said softly and handed his brother a pack of cigarettes and a lighter to help quell his appetite. Mikey just set the cancer sticks aside. He spoke up, causing everyone to burst into laughter when he finished.

“I wish we could still do the porn thing. At least then money came fast...”

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HOLY SHIT IT'S DONE. I'm kinda sad to see it go, but at the same time I'm glad I finished it. Hope you enjoy, folks.

Dirty Money 17/?

Wed, 09 May 2007 08:14:42 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 17/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: Chapter 17. Took me long enough, sorry everyone. :\

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“Oh my god.” Frank had finally woken up with a loud groan—in pain, the brothers figured. The small man attempted to stretch on the bed, but just ended up making even more searing pain run through his system. Another groan echoed through the room.

“Want some painkillers, Frankie?” Gerard offered.

“Hell yeah, my ass is throbbing.” Frank answered, not even wanting to attempt to sit up. Gerard signaled to the end table, where there were two tablets of aspirin and a glass of water.

“So how’d I get home?” Frank asked after he had propped himself up on his elbows and swallowed down the pills.

“We carried and drove you home, how else. You nearly snapped Mikey like a twig under all your dead weight,” Gerard said, and at that Mikey nudged him, glaring a bit at having been insulted indirectly.

“You’ve been out about... an entire day, I think. Or close to that.” Mikey said, and at that Frank chuckled. He wasn’t exactly surprised that he’d been out cold for that long. He’d just gotten the fucking of a lifetime, after all. Best he’d ever felt—it was definitely worth the almost excruciating pain of Gerard entering him while Mikey was already inside him.

“So you guys have like, been in here the whole time?” Frank asked, eyeing the brothers. They seemed like they had gotten none—or minimal—sleep. If they did it they probably did it in shifts, so that one was always at least watching over Frank.

“Yeah, kind of.” Gerard answered for both of them. Frank smiled.

“You didn’t have to worry about me or anything.” He said, shifting slightly on the bed. “I’m not really hurt that badly. Just... impossibly fucking sore. Pun kinda intended.” He grinned.

“Well actually, we were here to see how much pain you’d be in when you woke up. Gerard owes me some ice cream now. And maybe a fuck, we raised the stakes a while back. You’re boring when you sleep, Frank.” Mikey mumbled, looking down at his hand.

“Everyone’s boring when they sleep, Mikey,” Gerard retorted, rolling his eyes. Frank just watched the exchange blankly.

“That’s very nice of you, guys. Really,” Frank said sarcastically, shifting in the bed.

“Yeah, anyway. Now that you’re awake...what do you think about playing guitar in a band for us? Uh, with the two of us, Ray and Bob.” Gerard offered, pointing to himself and Mikey.

“Yeah, sure. Why not, right? Now go and leave me and my torn ass alone. Where’s the tape from yesterday? I wanna watch it,” Frank said, and when Mikey pointed to the end table, Frank gestured for him to put it in and leave with Gerard.

∞

“Dude, that sounds fucking awesome!”

“Yeah, I swear, that’s really good.”

After Frank had ‘recovered‘ from that threesome a few days back, they had talked more and more about forming a band together. Especially when Gerard showed the lyrics he wrote to the rest of the guys, and when Ray came up with a riff right then and there. They were at Ray’s basement, trying to build a song out of a riff and part of a melody.

“Okay, from the start. One more time,” Ray said, automatically assuming the role of ‘leader’. It only made sense, since after all he was always the one directing all the videos they made. Everybody nodded to show they understood and that they were ready, and then Ray counted from three.

And they began.

After half a day at Ray’s basement, they finally called it a day—Ray’s mother had complained about the music being far too loud. And since, after all, none of them—except maybe Frank—wanted to be too noisy when it was already getting so dark, they said their goodbyes. They had managed to roughly finish and practice two songs, and Gerard thought that they were really off to a good start.

∞

“I think we did really good, those songs rocked, man. Where’d you learn to write like that, Gee?” Mikey asked his older brother, who merely hushed him as they both slipped into bed that night, exhausted in a way but definitely hyped up.

“Just go to sleep, Mikes.” Gerard said with a soft smile, kissing his brother softly and pulling him closer by wrapping an arm around him. Mikey shrugged, returned the kiss, and then settled down in his brother’s arms, ready to sleep. He just had to do one thing before he did.

“Love you, Gee.” Mikey said, kissing the tip of his older brother’s nose. Gerard smiled sweetly, his heart practically melting at the adorable affectionate gesture.

“I love you too, Mikes.” Gerard said, nuzzling his nose against Mikey’s cheek. It was silent for a moment, and Gerard had thought that Mikey had already fallen asleep when the latter spoke up.

“I wonder what Bob and Frank are doing.”

“Go to sleep, Mikey.”

“No, seriously, I’m just wondering.”

“Well, I’m hoping that they’re not fucking. Frank seriously needs to give his asshole a rest.” Gerard snorted, feeling a slight jolt of arousal course through him at the memory of their latest threesome. They’d gotten paid really high for it—almost triple the normal going rates. Frank had been paid even higher for his genius. The brothers left Frank the money on the end table in his room, and had laughed when they heard how Frank had reacted with an ‘hell yeah!’ when he saw the money.

Ray told them that the DVD sold like pancakes. They had a lot of new subscribers to the site as well. And apparently, they had become the clients’ favorite threesome—thusly they were featured on the front page and the layout.

“He better be giving his asshole a rest. I swear he probably sustained like, permanent damage or something.” Mikey said in reply. The most unforgettable part in the whole thing itself, to him, was how it had felt when their cocks had dragged together inside of Frank. His going in, Gerard’s going out. While his mind drifted out of focus, he heard his brother’s quiet, amused laughter.

“You know what, Mikey? Just go to sleep.” Gerard said, pressing a kiss to the top of his younger brother’s head.

Meanwhile, in Bob’s apartment, Frank and Bob sat on the couch, just cuddling. They’d actually have already been fucking if not for Bob’s insistence that they give Frank a rest for a while. Frank had a fit, said that he was just fine and was in perfect condition to fuck, but Bob just kept saying no. So there they sat in front of the television, talking to each other quietly and occasionally kissing—that was until Frank hatched another ‘genius’ idea.

“Bob,” He called out, nudging his boyfriend to get his attention. As soon as Bob turned to face him, Frank spoke.

“Do a shoot with me,” Frank said, face and expression completely calm and serious. It took a moment for Bob to process what his boyfriend had just said.

“Wh…what?” Frank, you know I don’t do that. I’d rather film than be filmed. You know that.” Bob protested, shaking his head. Frank put on his best pout and puppy face.

Bob shook his head again.

“That’s still a no, Frank.” He said, and Frank frowned, pulling himself away from Bob’s embrace. He sighed.

“Come on, for me, please?” Frank practically pleaded. Bob glared at him—there was no way in hell he’d do a shoot. That was the craziest idea he’d heard all year. Right about then, they began to argue.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Why not.”

“I already told you why not.”

“That’s a bullshit reason.”

“Not to me.”

“Bob!”

“Frank!”

“Please?”

“Fuck off.”

“Fine.”

A few seconds later, Frank had already picked up all his things and slammed the door shut on his way out. Bob sighed and rubbed at his face in frustration. What was he supposed to do? He just didn’t feel comfortable baring it all on camera. Plus, sex with Frank was special, at least to him. He didn’t want anyone else to be able to watch them.

Frank slammed the door shut too when he got home, effectively waking Mikey up.

“Goddamnit, Frank,” Mikey groaned out and rolled onto his side, snuggling in closer to Gerard—as close as he would possibly get. He sighed, and then drifted back into dreamless sleep in his brother’s arms.

TO EVERYONE WHO'S BEEN WONDERING WHERE I'VE BEEN

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 14:19:35 GMT

SLAVING AWAY AT SCHOOL.

1 more week. Then summer. Then you get the rest of Dirty Money. Then I'll probably die off again, writing doesn't work for me.

Woohoo!

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 11:25:13 GMT

Happy 16th birthday to me! :)
As a birthday present to myself, I finished writing Dirty Money today. So, I just need to type the seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth chapter. And I'm done. Bye bye Dirty Money! Gahaha, omg, it's so surreal. It kinda felt to me like it wouldn't ever be done. I'm kinda sad to see this fic go. I'm still thinking about whether or not I should write a sequel. I guess it all depends on the response of people. I'm gonna go. >.>

Dirty Money 16/?

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 05:16:55 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 16/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: ...very very very very very NC-17.
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: Chapter 16. :D:D Sorry I wasn't able to reply to all of the comments in 15, I promise it won't happen again. My internet connection is being sporadic, plus I was out the last couple of days. Tell me what you think about this chapter, alright? ;] I just wanted to try something new.

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“...Dudes, you gotta do a shot again. All three of you. Call me when you get this message.”

Gerard, Mikey, and Frank blinked and exchanged glances. Frank pressed the play button again.

”Your tape is like, all sold out. Dudes, you gotta do a—-“ Ray’s voice was interrupted with a beep when Gerard pressed the button to delete the message.

“I’m up for it,” Frank said, looking up at both Gerard and Mikey, since he himself was seated on the couch. Gerard kept quiet, but Mikey rolled his eyes.

“I would be too if Gerard wasn’t still mad at me. I tried everything; he just won’t listen to me.” Mikey told Frank, though he pointedly looked at Gerard as he spoke. Frank shrugged and looked over at the older Way as well.

“Look man, just take it out on him. You’ll love it, he’ll love it, you’ll both be extremely satisfied... not to mention I’ll get that threesome with you.” Frank said quickly and pushed the two brothers together. “Go on, forgive and forget or something. God, I feel like a priest.” Frank mumbled under his breath and then headed out, mentioning that he would be at Bob’s.

Mikey and Gerard stared at each other for a moment, Gerard contemplating Frank’s words while Mikey decided on whether he would try to apologize again or not. Mikey had opened his mouth and was about to speak when Gerard rushed forward and pinned him to the wall, kissing him roughly and grinding against him.

They woke up the neighbors—or rather, Mikey did. With the way he was screaming and moaning as Gerard fucked him into sweet oblivion for the second time that night, it was a wonder how he hadn’t brought the building down yet. Or lost his voice. The headboard slammed against the wall violently, over and over again, and for a moment he could’ve sworn he heard someone on the other side kicking at the thin wooden barrier between the two apartments.

º

Mikey rolled over on the bed, groaning in annoyance when he woke up to find himself tangled in the sheets. Gerard was curled up on the bed next to him, uncovered and slightly shivering. He reached over and wrapped an arm around his older brother after he had untangled himself from the cloth wrapped about him unpleasantly, watching him with a small smile playing at his lips. Gerard’s eyelids fluttered as he slowly woke up.

“Morning,” Gerard said softly, smiling at his brother. Truth be told, he was very relieved that he had finally forgiven his brother. Not talking to him was, to say the very least, hell.

Mikey opened his mouth to reply, but when he tried to speak, he found that his throat was very sore. He managed to whisper out a reply, shrugging and rubbing at his neck under his chin. He swallowed hard and tried to ignore the dull throbbing at his throat and ass. Gerard smiled a bit wider and kissed Mikey softly. They stared a bit at each other for a moment, glad that things were back to normal. Right when they were about to kiss again, somebody burst into their room.

Mikey cursed and pulled the covers over them. He reached for his glasses on the end table—good thing he had it in his mind the previous night to take them off, otherwise they would’ve gotten crushed. Mikey rolled his eyes when he saw who had barged in.

When will it ever stop?

“Get up, get up, we have a shoot in an hour, come on,” Frank said and left before either of them could say anything in protest. Gerard glanced at the clock and chuckled lightly upon realizing that they had overslept far too long.

Two PM.

Gerard groaned as he slowly slipped out of the bed—goddamn he was fucking tired. Mikey gave up when he had tried to sit up because the pain was too much. Gerard had fucked him so hard that he tore and bled. He sure as hell wasn’t in the condition for another shoot.

“Uh, Frank?” Gerard called out as he hopped out of the bedroom, trying to walk and pull his boxers on at the same time. “We have a problem. Mikey—“ He grabbed onto the doorframe when he nearly toppled over, “isn’t really ready for another shoot. I uh, kinda fucked him too hard last night..twice.” He continued as he walked to the kitchen to pour himself some coffee.

Frank poked his head out of the bathroom. “Doesn’t matter, we can deal. Just make him come with us. And hurry, I don’t wanna be late,” He said and then went back to his shower.

Gerard brought two steaming mugs of coffee with him back to the bedroom and set them down on the coffee table. Mikey propped himself up on his elbows and took a sip from one of the mugs.

“There’s no escaping Frank, is there. Gee, I’m too sore,” Mikey said, and at that Gerard shrugged. He leaned down and lifted Mikey up in his arms.

“Frank said we’d deal. I guess he has something in mind that won’t include fucking you. Actually, he better have something in mind.” Gerard said, and then began to walk out of the bedroom. “Come on, let’s go take a quick bath.” He said, thankful to see that Frank was already done with his shower.

º

“What do you have in mind?” Mikey asked Frank as he stood beside the smaller man awkwardly. Frank just shook his head again, not wanting to tell just yet. Mikey sighed and adjusted his position again.

“You’ll find out later, okay? Just go along with me,” He told Mikey, who just shrugged once more. Gerard was talking with Ray and Bob, and both men seemed to be liking what he was saying because they were smiling and nodding.

“You’re not gonna get fucked, so don’t worry,” Frank said irritably when Mikey asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time. “Just make sure we have lots of lube.” He added with a small, half-forced smile, and then walked to the bed to sit down on it. Mikey continued to lean against the wall—he didn’t want to deal with the pain of sitting on his sore bum.

When they had begun Mikey made sure that they did have a lot of lube. If Frank told him they’d need it then they probably would indeed. Mikey was sprawled out on the bed, reduced once again to a puddle of moans and whimpers. The attention was all on him, since he was practically immobilized. He bit his lip when he saw his brother and Frank kiss over him, and he gasped when they simultaneously wrapped their fingers around him and squeezed. He brought a hand up, finding it unfair that he was buck naked when the other two still had all their clothes on. He tugged on Frank’s tie.

The kiss broke and both Gerard and Frank began tugging off their clothes. Mikey helped as much as he could, tugging their belts off and opening their pants. Once he was naked, Gerard rolled atop his brother, kissing down his neck and body.

“What are you doing,” Mikey said, alarmed, when he felt Gerard gently coaxing his legs apart.

“Making you feel better. Trust me,” Gerard said with a soft smile, leaning down and kissing at Mikey’s entrance, his tongue darting out to gently lick at the quivering ring of muscle. Mikey whimpered, tilting his head back when he felt Frank’s tongue brush lightly against his neck. Frank reached for the bottle of lube and poured some on his fingers.

“Kiss me,” Frank said softly, mumbling the words against Mikey’s lips. Mikey leaned up to do what he was told, kissing Frank as one of his hands moved down to grasp at his older brother’s hair. Frank moaned into the liplock when he pushed three lubed fingers inside himself, moving them in and out, spreading them to stretch himself. Gerard moaned when he saw what Frank was doing from the corner of his eye. Frank took Mikey’s hand and brought it down to his entrance. Mikey broke the kiss and looked at Frank questioningly, since the other already had fingers inside him. But soon enough he got the idea.

Mikey sucked two fingers into his mouth and brought them in between Frank’s legs. He pushed another finger into Frank, who hissed initially. Gerard kissed back up Mikey’s body, his eyes glued to Frank. Frank had his lips parted, and he was panting as he moved his fingers along with Mikey’s inside him.

“More,” Frank demanded insatiably, this time taking Gerard’s hand and bringing it to his entrance as well. Mikey and Gerard each pushed a finger into Frank, and the smaller man groaned aloud at that.

Bob had trouble finding a good angle to catch all the action.

Chewing on his lip and sucking on his lip ring, Frank rocked back against the six fingers inside him. Finally he had enough and pulled all the digits out of him, moving to straddle Mikey although he was facing the opposite direction so that his back was facing Mikey.

“I just always wanted to try this,” Frank confessed to an intrigued Gerard with a grin as he lowered himself onto Mikey’s cock. Both Mikey and Frank let out identically loud, drawn out moans. Frank slowly laid back against Mikey, his back against the other’s chest.

“I’m a greedy fuck, what can I say,” Frank said with a coy smirk, beckoning Gerard to him using that sexy little come hither motion. Gerard obeyed and crawled up both Frank’s and his brother’s bodies, staring down at them. Mikey whimpered and bucked up into Frank impatiently, wanting him to start moving already. But Frank had other plans.

Frank pulled Gerard to him and kissed him roughly. “Inside me, now.” He mumbled against Gerard’s lips. The room instantly fell silent when everyone realized what was going to happen.

The brothers Way, inside Frank, at the same time.

No wonder Frank had needed so much preparation.

“Are you fucking serious?” Gerard asked, wide-eyed, breaking the silence. His gaze alternated between Frank and Mikey. Frank just nodded solemnly, and to prove his point, he reached for Gerard’s shaft and lined him up against his entrance, right next to Mikey.

“Go slow,” Frank said, spreading his legs wider and grasping Mikey’s hand in his. He’d need all the support he could possibly get. Gerard let out a shaky breath and slowly guided himself into Frank.

“Fuck, that has gotta be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” Bob commented to Ray, who nodded in agreement. The director’s pants looked like they were about to burst at the seams, with the way that his cock was straining against the material.

“Fuck, hurts so goddamn much, but it’s so fucking good,” Frank managed to mumble, trembling at the intense feeling of being so full. The Way brothers were speechless, however, as the extreme tightness they were experiencing made stars burst behind their closed eyes. “Fuck, just...fuck, push in all the goddamned way!” Frank commanded when Gerard reached a point that he was in just enough to apply so much pressure to Frank’s spot.

Frank thought he just might faint.

“Oh—OH GOD!” Frank moaned out when Gerard did as he was told and pushed in all the way. To Frank, it was interesting how he couldn’t tell where Mikey ended and Gerard began. He felt so good, so full, that it couldn’t possibly all be real. He was probably just dreaming half of it up.

Frank stopped squeezing the life out of Mikey’s hand long enough to signal that he had already adjusted, and that he was ready for more. Gerard immediately began pulling out, but Mikey had another idea—he pushed into Frank as deep as the situation would allow. The result:

Unbelievable friction.

“J-Jesus Christ!” Frank stuttered, his eyes rolling back into his head. He panted heavily. On the other hand, both brothers froze. Feeling Frank’s hole pulling them in deeper, their cocks lined up against each other and all, and god, that friction... Heaven

“What are you waiting for, you dicks! Don’t you dare stop!” Frank half-yelled, and at that both Mikey and Gerard snapped out of their dazes. Gerard pushed back in just as Mikey pulled out, and at this they began fucking Frank—not too quickly, that would’ve been too much friction. And none of them wanted it to end just yet. Not when it felt so damned good.

The way that Gerard and Mikey fucked Frank—alternating with pulling out and pushing back in—drove Frank literally crazy. He muttered obscenities, clawed at air. The constant pressure against his spot was coming close to being over stimulation.

“Oh. My. God,” Ray glanced over to the door at the voice—everyone else was too preoccupied. “Are they both in Frank? Shit,” Bert said, closing the door behind him as he went inside. Bam—instant hard-on. “Goddamn, that is fucking hot.” Bert mumbled, and Ray had to agree.

Gerard moaned when he saw Mikey lick his own lips. He leaned forward, to kiss his brother hungrily, sloppily. By doing so he effectively drove deeper into Frank’s over-stretched hole. Frank couldn’t help it.

With a wordless, animalistic, loud scream, Frank came. Hard. Against his and Gerard’s chests and stomachs. He didn’t even care that he’d dragged his fingernails down Gerard’s back, breaking skin and drawing blood.

All he cared about, at least at the moment, was that the brothers kept moving. He wanted more. He needed more. God, it felt so fucking good. So good, in fact, that it was indescribable.

“More, faster..h-harder—just more, please!” Frank begged, panting so hard that he could probably accidentally choke and cough up a lung.

“God, Frank you’re insane,” Mikey mumbled, sneaking a hand between the two bodies atop him to grasp Frank’s cock. He stroked along with their pace, but Frank remained unsatisfied.

“I said faster!” He grunted, and then hissed when Gerard mapped out his neck with bites and harsh sucks. The brothers sped up their shared pace just a bit, loud moans and grunts filling the room. Frank bucked, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. Mikey was the next to come, shooting his seed so deep inside Frank that the smaller man would probably be able to feel it later on. He fell limp, but didn’t stop jerking Frank off and thrusting into him shallowly as he rode his orgasm out.

“How does it feel like to have two cocks inside you, Frank? Making you moan and scream like a cheap whore, like a slut?” Gerard grunted out, just moments before he followed Mikey over the edge, shooting his come deep into Frank as well.

“So...so, so—AH! FUCK, OH... oh god, so good, Gerard, my god,” Frank barely got out, tensing up for the second time—and it hadn’t even been five minutes since he last came. But the feeling of both brothers filling him with their seed, of Mikey squeezing his cock and thrusting hard against his spot just drove him over the end another time. The spent Way brothers groaned when Frank tightened around them impossibly. Frank let out a soft, satisfied purr, and fell limp.

He was out cold.

“God, I swear you guys just gave me a permanent erection,” Bert mumbled, “Give me a copy.” Bert added before he sat down and began jerking off openly.

Bob turned the camera off and sat himself down, his legs too shaky to hold him up.

Ray stared, fixated.

Dirty Money 15/?

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 15:24:35 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 15/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: So! Here's chapter 15 earlier than expected. 16 is going to take me a little longer, since it's a lot longer than this one. I'm just hoping that people will like it, that's all. Anyway, wish me luck for midterms! Chapter 16 by Monday. Comments plz. ;]

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Gerard remembered that when he and Mikey were kids, at least when they were younger, they both had the same tastes in music. The Misfits, Morrissey—he wondered if they still had the same taste in music now. He and Mikey hardly talked about it anymore, it was always art with him. Art, art, art. Then again music was also art.

He remembered that before he had gone to college, he sang in a band. Sure he played guitar, but artists' hands weren't meant to be calloused. They were meant to be perfect and beautiful. He wondered if he could apply some of his trapped up creativity in to writing songs, and could still—

“What's wrong, Gerard?” Mikey asked, as he stepped into the bed room and slipped into the bed beside his brother, wrapping an arm around him. “You've been looking like that for days,” Mikey added, planting a kiss on the spot below his brother's ear.

“Hm? Oh nothing, I was just thinking,” Gerard replied distractedly, rolling over to so that he was facing Mikey. He kissed his bespectacled brother softly to stop him from asking any further questions.

“But Gee,” Mikey began, but he was interrupted by a kiss. “Gee,” kiss, “that’s what you,” kiss, “…what you always look like when,” kiss, “Oh forget it.” Mikey finished, kissing Gerard back, making sure that this time the kiss lingered. Soft moans sounded low in their throats, and their fingers ran through each other’s hair. They shared adoring glances before Gerard rolled them both over so that he was atop Mikey.

“Love you,” Gerard said softly against Mikey’s lips.

“I love you too, Gerard,” Mikey whispered back, closing his eyes as he felt Gerard start kissing down his throat.

º

The club’s strobe lights lit the place up, but barely and sporadically. The irregular on-off pattern added to the ‘ambience’ of the place—though there wasn’t really one. How could there be when the place was full of sweaty bodies colliding with each other as they danced to the band on the stage? Mikey and Gerard looked around, entirely new..or at least somewhat new to the scene. They hadn’t been out clubbing lately.

“Hey, Bob!” Frank called out when he saw the taller man. He rushed over and jumped onto Bob’s back. The surprised man laughed and wrapped his arms around Frank from behind. Frank jumped down and turned Bob around to face him, and the two grinned at each other before disappearing into the crowd of people singing and ‘dancing’ along.

“Gerard! Mikey!”

Both brothers started looking around for the person who called them. When they saw Ray—it was unmistakably him, the hair gave him away—they went over.

“Hey Ray, what’s up?” Mikey asked, greeting the man with a smile and a wave. Gerard just smiled, his hands in his pockets.

“Nothing, just enjoying the show. Man, Bert and his band are great.” Ray said, his height giving him an advantage. He could see the stage perfectly from where he stood, even with all the people jumping around. “I heard the guy that came’s really impressed. I bet you, before they get outta here they’re gonna get signed.”

“I know what you mean, they sound amazing,” Gerard nodded as they watched. After that song Bert thanked the crowd and headed backstage to let the next act take the floor. His band followed suit.

“Come on, let’s go backstage,” Ray said, and at that all three started walking.

“Wait, are we even allowed to?” Mikey asked, grabbing Ray’s arm to get his attention, since the next band had already started playing and the crowd was pretty much being loud along with the music pumping through the speakers.

“Yeah, Bert said that all we had to say that we were friends with them. I don’t know if they’ll let us in, but come on. It’s just a club, I’m pretty sure it’s easy to get past security,” Ray said with a shrug, and then continued to lead them backstage.

“Awesome, okay,” Mikey nodded, and then started following after Ray when the man started moving again. Gerard followed suit.

º

“Oh man, I still can’t believe we got signed,” Bert said to his bandmates, grinning widely. Both Gerard and Mikey walked into the room they were in, and that was what they saw. Ray arrived a few minutes later, since he had been talking with the security guy. All three congratulated the guys from The Used with grins.

The band gave different versions of their thank yous, and at that Bert stood up.

“Okay, since I’m apparently the one who knows all of you in here, I guess I should introduce you all.” Bert began, his hands in his pockets. He pulled one out so he could point at each of the people in the room. “From the band, that’s Brandon, he plays drums, Joppa, he plays bass. Quinn, my boyfriend, he’s on guitar.” Bert finished. All the men who had just been introduced waved, and Quinn blushed and grinned sheepishly at having been mentioned as Bert’s boyfriend. “And… from ‘work’, that’s Gerard, the last one I did a shoot with. Mikey, his brother, and Ray, the director. Where’s Frank and Bob?”

They guys shook hands as they were introduced to each other, but at Bert’s question Gerard shrugged.

”They’re in the crowd somewhere doing god-knows-what,” Ray answered for them, since he had seen the couple before he followed Gerard and Mikey to the back. Ray headed over to a couch and sat down next to Branden and Jepha. The brothers sat down across from Bert and Quinn.

“So, Gerard, did Bert fuck you hard?” Quinn began, and at that Mikey and Bert started chuckling. Gerard on the other hand turned beet red—the embarrassment was back twofold, and he hadn’t even been expecting that at all.

“Fucking hell, even here?” Gerard mumbled, rubbing at his face. “You won’t let me live this down, will you?”

“Never,” Bert and Mikey chorused. Gerard just sighed miserably.

“Well answer me,” Quinn said, and Gerard shrugged.

“Yeah, he did,” He said quietly with a nod. “I’m surprised Bert hasn’t shown you the tape yet.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Gerard could barely sit for days,” Mikey revealed, and ducked when Gerard tried to smack him. Bert pulled Gerard onto his lap.

“Well, it looks like you can sit perfectly now,” Bert grinned. Gerard rolled his eyes and went to sit back next to his brother. He frowned and at that Mikey nudged him, to try to get him to stop having that sour expression on his face. Silence settled in the slightly sound-proof room, since everyone had quieted down.

“Well then… how about we celebrate us getting signed? Where the fuck’s the booze, come on,” Bert said, and at that they started having a mini-party of their own.
º

Must’ve been some night, cause Mikey ended up waking up at Bert and Quinn’s—on their living room floor. He groaned, rolling onto his back and opening his eyes, disoriented and confused as to where exactly he was, only to close them again. It was too bright. He heard the moans from the bedroom, heard a name. Well, there. He knew.

He groaned, slowly standing up, looking for the bathroom and hoping that there was aspirin somewhere. He helped himself to two when he found a bottle.

Nothing happened, at least he didn’t remember anything significant occurring. He was still fully clothed, so he ruled the possibility of him having slept with either Quinn or Bert, or hell even both of them, out. Maybe he had just gotten really wasted. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done that before, anyway. He was pretty sure that there was nothing to worry about. Nah, it was okay. All he had to do was go home, apologize for being out all night—

“OH FUCK!” Mikey cried out when he sat down, sharp pain shooting up his spine.

Okay, now he had a perfectly good reason to worry.

He sighed in frustration, rubbing his face as he thought up—or tried to think up—a strategy. He knew how protective (and possessive) Gerard was. The man would probably not forgive him for not going home the night before. He scribbled out a note for the couple who extended their hospitality—he scoffed at that, how is letting a guest sleep on the floor hospitable?—by not kicking him out. After he had written the note, he left.

º

“Come on, open the door, please?” Mikey said as he knocked at the door of their apartment for the millionth time, his knuckles already sore. He heard mumbling going on inside as he knocked again.

“I know you’re in there, open the door dammit!” Mikey demanded, coming so close to trying to kick the door down. But then, knowing how things worked out for him, he’d probably just end up with broken toes.

“Uh, sorry Mikey, Gerard said not to let you in,” Frank said when he had opened the door a crack. The smaller man gave Mikey a shrug and a sympathetic smile, since Gerard would not let him in. “He’s pretty pissed.” Frank added later on before he moved to close the door. Mikey pushed it open a bit wider.

“I don’t care if he’s pissed! Fuck’s sake, Frank, I live here too. Get the hell out of my way,” Mikey practically yelled as he barged in, to be greeted by a sour-looking, puffy-eyed Gerard on the couch. The younger Way stopped in his tracks and blinked, walking over and sitting down an arm’s length away.

“What did I do?” Mikey asked in a small voice, avoiding looking at his brother. Frank closed the door.

“You slept with Bert. And..Quinn,” Frank said almost casually, giving Mikey’s shoulder a pat as he passed by on his way back to his room. When Frank was gone, Mikey looked over to Gerard.

“I really did that?” Mikey asked weakly, knowing that his brother always got extremely jealous when he was with someone else—even just with Frank.

“Yeah.” Gerard answered stoically, keeping his gaze away from his brother. Mikey sighed—well that explained why he woke up sore and at the couple’s apartment. But why was he dressed?

“Oh. I’m …sorry. I really, really am.” Mikey said sincerely before he stood and headed into the bathroom to take a long, relaxing shower. He didn’t hear or see any signs of Gerard’s forgiveness, and he predicted that he wouldn’t be forgiven any time soon. Once Mikey had gone, however, Gerard grabbed his notebook and pen, and began writing.

Angry, honest words to get rid of his jealousy and anger.

You can’t touch my brother…

The next day all seven of them—the brothers, Frank, Ray, Bob, Bert, Quinn—hung out at the ‘house’. They managed to get together, all of them. But the moment that they all met up , they divided in pairs, except for Ray. Gerard and Mikey were still not talking to each other, so Gerard sat by Bert and Mikey sat by Quinn. Frank was once again with Bob, and the two were snuggled loosely on the floor, limbs wrapped around each other. Ray was playing another videogame.

Mikey seemed pensive—he had slept out on the couch the night before, since Gerard said he needed space. Mikey asked Frank to tell him about everything that happened, about everything that he had done.

”I don’t really know, cause I was with Bob. All your brother told me was that you came on to Quinn and then Bert offered a threesome,” was all that Frank had said. When he heard, Mikey cursed and swore off drinking forever.

Gerard and Bert sat together, talking about random things, but mostly music. Gerard had really gotten interested in the music scene, in being in a band himself—he had even put his art on hiatus so that he could focus a little better. He couldn’t really focus with Mikey around.

“I actually wrote a song, but I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know anyone who I could ask to form a band with me. Except Mikey, but I’m uh, not talking to him.” Gerard had stated, and Bert grinned and nodded in understanding.

“You should ask Ray. He’s a god on the guitar. Bob is great on drums, and Frank... well,” Bert paused and nudged his foot against Frank’s back. The other looked up, glaring.

”What?” He asked Bert, annoyed at having interrupted while he was in the middle of a heavy make-out session with Bob.

“What instrument do you play again?” Bert asked, nudging Frank with his foot once more when the smaller man was distracted by Bob’s lips on his neck.

“Fuck you, Bert. Guitar,” Frank answered, voice in an annoyed tone, and then turned right back to Bob to kiss him deeply. Bert watched the men on the floor for a moment before he looked back up at Gerard.

“Well, you have your band right there. If Mikey plays bass, you are one really lucky guy. Just... resolve whatever issues you have with him first,” Bert said, and then excused himself in order to go get a beer.

Gerard sighed and bit his lip as he thought things over, sounds of Ray’s PSP, Mikey and Quinn’s quiet conversation, and Bob and Frank’s kissing echoing in the background.

Dirty Money 14/?

Tue, 24 Oct 2006 13:49:55 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 14/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: NC-17 this chapter!
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, somnambulance. This is dedicated to nancyscd. Life keeps getting in the way of my updates, again. At least I’m posting this now. Chapter 15 and 16 are already on paper, but it’s my midterms this week so don’t expect an update until the weekend. You have something to really look forward to in 16 though. Comments please! :D

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“Stop laughing, Mikey! There’s nothing funny about this at all,” Gerard said, glaring at Mikey from where he was—on a bed, underneath Bert, naked and looking like he was ready to die. His cheeks were a very dark shade of red, and he was gripping Bert’s hip and shoulder so hard he was sure he’d leave bruises there later on. Good, he thought. He’d have some form of pseudo-revenge for the ‘humiliation’ he was being put through. Only instead of Bert finding the bruises annoying, he’d probably like them. Cause Bert was weird that way.

As much as Gerard wanted him to stop, Mikey just couldn’t stop his snickering—seeing his brother in that position was just so amusing to him. Mikey shook his head and waved Gerard off, but he burst into another bout of chuckling right after. Ray and Bob were looking at him, trying to get the point through that if he didn’t stop laughing soon, they’d have to do a retake of the scene. “Sorry.” Mikey mumbled, quieting down, but he was still grinning widely. “It’s just so weird, seeing you finally be the bottom for once,” Mikey explained to Gerard. Bert smirked in amusement as well.

“Shut up!” Gerard muttered and grabbed a pillow, throwing it at his brother, who in turn started laughing harder.

“Sorry,” Mikey said through his laughter, managing to control himself enough to leave the room. They could still hear his laughter from the hall.

“We’re gonna have to cut that part out,” Ray said, and gestured for Gerard and Bert to go on. Both nodded and looked at each other once again. Gerard wiped the smug look off Bert’s face by leaning up and kissing him roughly. Just like that, they were right back on track.

Both men kissed hard while Gerard tugged Bert’s pants down. He pulled away and looked up at Bert, chewing on his lip nervously. After all, he’d never done it that way before.

“Don’t worry, Gee. I’ll be gentle. At first, anyway,” Bert whispered into Gerard’s ear. Gerard’s eyes slowly closed, and he let out a soft sigh as he nodded. He spread his legs, wanting to get it all over and done with already so he could crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. At about that moment, Mikey snuck back inside. He seemed to be much calmer already.

“You’ll love it,” Mikey mouthed to his brother, trying to soothe the tense man when he glanced at him. Gerard nodded, swallowing hard when he felt Bert’s lubed fingers probing at his entrance. Gerard sucked in a sharp breath when he felt the other man push a finger into him to the knuckle, without even giving him a chance to brace himself. The older Way squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep his breathing regular. He was thankful when Bert started jerking him off—he needed distraction from the slight pain and discomfort of having something inside him.

Bert started moving his finger inside Gerard, curling it up against his inner walls as he searched for the man’s prostate. When he felt the almond-sized nub, he slipped another finger into Gerard and pressed down on the spot as hard as he could.

Gerard went insane.

He bucked under Bert, cursing loudly. His eyes were open, and he searched the room frantically for his brother, locking gazes with him. Mikey grinned a bit, winking at his older brother. Gerard panted, loosening his death grip on Bert. Bert slipped another finger into Gerard, who barely even noticed. He was too busy feeling the aftershocks of what he had just experienced.

Pretty soon Bert pulled his fingers out and slicked himself up, positioning himself at Gerard’s entrance. He moved his hand to Gerard’s hip. “Take a deep breath,” He said, and bit at Gerard’s neck. Gerard did as he was told, doing his best to relax himself. Bert began pushing in, and the older Way immediately recoiled.

“Fuck, stop!” Gerard groaned out, more so in pain than anything else. He looked at Mikey, wide-eyed. The younger brother nodded, urging Gerard to take it all. “But he’s ripping me the fuck apart!” Gerard argued, whimpering pathetically. “It hurts so—FUCK!”

Bert had pushed in all the way, while Gerard had been distracted with talking to Mikey. Gerard’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he squeezed them shut. He was gripping the sheets like there was no tomorrow. “God, you asshole, I told you to stop!” Gerard cried out, waiting for the edge of the pain to dull, though it was taking a while.

“Relax, it’ll feel better.” Bert answered, keeping himself still so he wouldn’t hurt Gerard any further. Gerard just let out a pained sigh. Bert began stroking Gerard again, bringing him back to hardness and distracting him from the intense pain. Gerard bit his lip, and soon enough he did feel the pain dull. He slowly opened his eyes.

“You okay now?” Bert asked as he looked down at the other. Gerard gave a nod, pushing his hips back against Bert’s to get him to start moving. Bert took that as his cue to start moving, and move he did.

“Ohmygod,” Gerard moaned, quickly deciding for himself that the pain had definitely been worth it. Bert had started a steady but slow rhythm. “This...god, wow.” Gerard muttered under his breath.

“This is nothing,” Bert said with a quiet giggle, speeding his thrusts up a bit. Gerard groaned, wrapping his legs around the other man’s hips. “Wait till later,” Bert added, kissing down Gerard’s jaw.

“Wh..what comes later?” Gerard asked, glancing at his brother and moaning when he saw that Mikey was rubbing himself through his jeans.

“This,” Bert said simply, pulling out almost completely and angling for Gerard’s spot. He smirked at him before he slammed into Gerard, who screamed incoherently. Bert continued thrusting, rough, hard and fast, right against Gerard’s spot. He forgot all about his words to Gerard, that he’d be gentle. Gerard arched up, clutching the sheets and tugging on them so hard he pulled them right out from being tucked underneath the mattress.

“I’m, fuck... I’m gonna, oh god, Bert,” Gerard panted, unable to get his words out. Without even being touched he came, screaming a stream of garbled words and curses. Bert pulled out and jerked himself off. He came after a short while, covering Gerard with his come. He fell to the bed next to the other man, panting.

“Mm, did you like it?” Bert asked. Gerard looked over at him and rolled his eyes.

“Loved it,” He panted. Ray told Bob to stop filming there. Mikey walked to the bed to sit next to his still-breathless brother.

“Now you know what I felt the first time you fucked me,” Mikey said, grinning. Gerard just rolled his eyes again, too breathless to reply. “You are gonna be so sore tomorrow,” Mikey teased, patting his brother’s cheek before he left the room to deal with his own ‘problem’.

º

“Rewind it! Play that scene again!” Frank and Mikey said in chorus, both laughing. Bert did as he was told, his amusement apparent as he pressed the appropriate buttons on the remote control. Gerard, on the other hand, just looked miserable.

“Sure, keep making fun of me.” He said, frowning. “Just cause it was my first time to bottom...” Gerard mumbled under his breath, keeping his gaze away from the television screen. In fact, his eyes were focused on the stretched-out hem of his T-shirt. He had been pulling on the fabric anxiously.

“Oh god, what the fuck do I have to do to get you to turn that fucking thing off?” He asked rhetorically, standing up and walking back to his room. He had just cum for the fifth time—the number of times they’d replayed that particular part of the tape. If it happened in real life, him coming five times in a row, he would’ve already passed out.

Though really, he was feeling ready to pass out. He had never, ever, ever felt such shame before.

“Aw come on, Gee. Stay with us,” Mikey said, grabbing Gerard’s wrist and pulling him down to the couch.

”Mikey! Geez, be gentle to the butt, I’m still fucking sore!” Gerard said, slowly shifting to get comfortable. All the three other men snorted and shared glances, much to Gerard’s further annoyance.

“You’re gonna be really sore for the next few daaaays,” Mikey mentioned, to which Gerard sighed and nodded.

“Don’t you think I already know that? This is exactly why I’m gonna be needing extra help,” Gerard said, smiling a bit and laying his head on Mikey’s shoulder. Bert turned the television off, a cell phone started ringing, and funnily enough all four of them checked theirs to see if someone was calling.

“I’m not waiting on you hand and foot. That should be more of Mikey’s job,” Frank said, before he pressed the button to receive the incoming call on his cell phone. He stood up, walking to the kitchen where it was relatively more quiet, so he could take the call in peace. “Oh hey Bob!” Frank greeted cheerily, hopping up onto a counter.

“I’m gonna go make myself something to eat,” Mikey said, standing up to go to the kitchen himself. Gerard and Bert glanced at each other and shrugged.

“My band has a show, it’s on Friday night. If we’re lucky, we could get signed, cause someone’s gonna be there. Watch us? Bring Frank and your brother along,” Bert invited and at that Gerard raised a brow.

“That sounds really cool, man. Sure, we’ll come see you. Just tell us where and when. It’s not like we have anything else to do anyway.” Gerard replied. Bert smiled, and nodded. “What do you do in your band?” Gerard asked curiously, looking up when Mikey came back with three cans of beer. He took one and popped it open, taking a long sip. Mikey and Bert did the same, albeit Mikey was chewing on a sandwich.

“I sing,” Bert said, blinking when he heard Frank giggling and practically squealing madly from the kitchen. “Is he always like that” Bert asked, and at that the brothers looked at each other. They looked back at Bert and nodded their reply.

“It’s worse now, cause... well we think he likes Bob,” Gerard said. All three men laughed when they heard Frank indignantly yell “DO NOT!” from the kitchen.

Right about then, another cell phone started ringing.

“Kay, that’s mine.” Bert said and took the call. A few seconds later he hung up and bade everyone goodbye on his way to the door. “I’ve got a date. I’ll bring the boyfriend to meet you sometime. See ya,” He said, and left.

“Okay... well, uh. Mikes, you still have your bass, right?” Gerard asked, and at that Mikey nodded, giving his brother a puzzled look.

“Yeah, why?” Mikey questioned.

Gerard just shook his head, grinning widely.

Dirty Money 13/?

Sat, 14 Oct 2006 01:27:55 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 13/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, somnambulance. This is dedicated to nancyscd. Life keeps getting in the way of my updates. Expect chapter 14 before Monday. Gimme comments!

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When Gerard snuck back into the room, both Frank and Mikey were already dressed, and Bert had his pants buttoned again. The three men mentioned were standing in the middle of the room with Ray and Bob, discussing what were apparently plans for hanging out that afternoon, and/or night.

“No, I mean it. We can go and stay here for a bit, watch a horror movie or two. Or just hang out, whatever.” Bob spoke up, taking the tape out of the camera and holding it out. Frank immediately snatched it out of his hands with a grin and left to have Amber make a copy. Or rather, two copies. He wanted one of his own, to add to his collection. And besides, the prospect of having a copy of the specific tape was ideal. Him, his hand, the television and tape player in Mikey’s room… plus maybe a bit of lotion. Perfect situation.

“Yeah, sure. We can all hang out, get to know each other more. Since we all seem to be working together so much,” Ray agreed, greeting Gerard with a nod when the latter approached. Gerard returned the nod and walked over to his brother, kissing his cheek and wrapping a possessive arm around him.

“What are we talking about?” Gerard asked, his gaze passing over every face in the small circle they formed in the center of the room. Mikey leaned back against his brother, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“We were just talking about watching a horror movie before you go. Are you up for it?” Mikey asked, looking up at his brother. He really wanted to stay and hang out, since after all there’d be nothing better to do at home. Well, there would be something, but he was already too exhausted for that. Not to mention sore.

“Uh, sure. I mean, why not, right?” Gerard answered with a small smile. He would’ve said no, since he was lagging so far behind with his painting, but the face Mikey was giving him was absolutely irresistible. He always laughed at whoever was on the receiving end of Mikey’s puppy dog face, because there was nothing else they could do but give in. But now that the look was directed at him, he wasn’t seeing any humor in the situation at all.

Mikey gave a happy squeak, hugging Gerard tightly. “So where are we watching the movie?” He asked the other men in the room. As he waited expectantly for a reply, he came to realize that everyone was staring at him and his brother. He blinked and slowly pulled away from Gerard. “What? What is it, is my hair all messy?”

“Is something going on between you two?” Bert asked, glancing back and forth between the two brothers. Their body language spoke volumes. The two Ways looked at each other and then back at the group, dumbfounded. They didn’t even know that they were sending out signals like ‘he belongs to me, back off’, or something like that. They had yet to decide whether there really was something going on between them. And if there were, they had no idea how exactly to define it. They answered the question with shrugs. Gerard even went as far as to kiss Mikey’s cheek and offer the other men a small smile. After a few more seconds of silence, Bert, Bob and Ray nodded slowly in acceptance. Frank, who had sometime slipped back into the room, already pretty much had it figured out.

“Follow me,” Ray said and then led the way out of the bedroom. Everyone followed him to the living room, and once they were there they chose their spots. The brothers took one end of the couch and immediately cuddled, Ray took the other end. Bert sat at an armchair, and Bob and Frank sat down next to each other on the floor.

“So who’s putting the movie in?” Bert asked from where he was seated, pulling out his cell phone and checking for messages. He smiled when he saw that he had a few and immediately started texting his reply. Ray stood up and put a random horror movie on.

Nobody actually watched the flick, however. And that defeated the purpose of them actually putting one on, but none of them cared.

They were too busy with what they were all doing—together or separately. As soon as the movie had begun, Gerard and Mikey started lazily making out. Gerard was working on reclaiming his brother’s body—his irritation was apparent on his face. He could smell and taste Frank on Mikey, and it was pissing him off.

Bob and Frank on the other hand were talking to each other in hushed voices, generally just getting to know each other. They were huddled closer together, discussing random topics and chuckling at things they said.

Ray was busy playing a video game on the PSP he had whipped out and couldn’t be bothered by anything else around him. Bert was giggling softly to himself while he continued text messaging on his cell phone.

Some time passed and Bert cleared his throat for attention. He stood up and pocketed his cell phone, grabbing his tape. “Dudes, I’m gonna go. I’ve got a date,” He explained, waving before he left. Gerard broke his and Mikey’s liplock to say bye but he was already too late—Bert had already gone out the door. He just shrugged and snuggled down with his brother.

Both Ways fell asleep practically in the blink of an eye.

Mikey jolted awake when he felt someone grab at his crotch and squeeze. He blinked and looked around wildly, rolling his eyes when he found out who had done that. He wasn’t surprised at all. “Frank, what the fuck,” Mikey said, nudging Gerard awake. The latter slowly shifted and yawned, opening his eyes.

“Movie’s over. Time to go home,” Frank said simply. He held the two tapes in one hand, looking like he was really eager to go home.
º

“You know, Mikey, this is getting to be too much of a regular thing,” Gerard said as they slipped inside the apartment. Frank disappeared into his room in a blur of movement. Mikey shut the door behind them, muttering ‘where does he get all that fucking energy’ under his breath and then laughing at the pun he made. He turned to face Gerard.

“I don’t really mind,” He said, patting his brother’s shoulder as he passed the older man on his way to the bathroom. Gerard watched Mikey walking away before he followed, trailing after his brother.

“At first you were really upset about all this,” Gerard commented, amused, as he took his toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. Mikey stared at Gerard through the mirror, similarly squeezing the minty substance onto his toothbrush.

“Well, I’m not upset about it anymore,” He said in reply, before he slightly wet his toothbrush with water. Gerard wrapped an arm around Mikey’s waist and they both started brushing their teeth.
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The next morning, Mikey and Gerard were woken up by a ringing cell phone. The younger brother groaned when he realized it was his, rolling over on the bed and reaching for the gadget on his bedside table.

“‘Lo?” He said, voice hoarse, since he was still groggy from sleep. He winced when he heard the voice on the other line screeching in his ear.

“Hey Mikes!” Alicia yelled into the phone, a little too cheerily for someone who could’ve possibly just woken up herself.

“Alicia, it’s too goddamn early,” Mikey said, rolling over on the bed and snuggling against Gerard, who was listening quietly to Mikey. The conversation lasted for a while, but all Mikey seemed to be saying was ‘no,’ ‘you can’t,’ and ‘cause I said so’. The moment he hung up, Gerard looked at him questioningly.

“Alicia still wants to see the tapes.” Mikey explained simply, and rolled his eyes.

“Well, this wasn’t my idea of a great morning wake up call.” The older Way said and kissed Mikey’s temple before he slipped out of the bed. Mikey followed, and together they walked to the kitchen.

They saw Frank by a counter, reaching into a cabinet as he made breakfast. He was doing everything he can short of climbing onto the counter to reach the top shelf, but he was just too…vertically challenged. Chuckling, Mikey approached and handed Frank the box of cereal he was trying to reach. Frank made a face but thanked Mikey anyway.

“Growing boys need to eat right,” Mikey said jokingly, grinning at Frank. The next thing he knew he had been tackled onto the floor, Frank on top of him, ready to throw a punch. But the smaller man just pinched his side and then his cheek. Hard.

“Asshole!” Frank said, glaring down at Mikey. Gerard laughed, leaning against the counter as he watched the two and pouring himself some cereal. He went to the fridge and then poured some milk into the bowl.

“I was joking!” Mikey argued, grabbing Frank’s wrists to keep him from pinching him again. Frank rolled his eyes and got off Mikey, brushing himself off. Mikey stood up after a while, rubbing his cheek and side.

“Gerard, do somethinggg!” Mikey whined, his cheek reddening.

“About what?” Gerard asked, grinning widely to himself as he went to retrieve a spoon for his cereal.

“Frank! He pinched me, Gee. You’re my older brother, you’re supposed to do something and protect me!” Mikey whined, shoving Gerard towards Frank. Gerard just laughed and faced Mikey, puckering his lips and making a kissy face.

“Aw, poor baby,” Gerard said, much to his and Frank’s amusement. To add insult to injury, he pinched Mikey’s cheek again before he ran away as fast as he could. Mikey squeaked indignantly and then chased right after him, seemingly really annoyed.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Gerard!” Mikey screamed, tackling Gerard down on the floor, pinching his older brother’s cheek hard in retaliation.

“What! Ow,” Gerard yelped, rubbing at his cheek. He pinched Mikey back. “You started all of it!” He argued. Frank watched, laughing to himself, eating the cereal that Gerard had poured for himself.

“Liar, you pinched me first!” Mikey argued, glaring down at Gerard and straddling his hips.

“I was just teasing, Mikey,” Gerard defended, grabbing Mikey’s wrists. Mikey yanked his hands away and began tickling all hell out of Gerard.

“St..stop it, Mi-keyyy,” Gerard whined, laughing madly and trying his hardest to wriggle out from under his brother.

“Never!” Mikey said, cackling evilly.

Yeah, they seemed to be perfectly back to normal.

Dirty Money 12/?

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 14:52:06 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 12/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter. (:
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, somnambulance</lj>. This is dedicated to nancyscd</lj>. I’m sorry it took me so long again, my supposed-to-be writing week was sandwiched between two college entrance exams (One last Sept. 16 and one last Sept. 24). It’s insane! Whoo, two more universities to go and I’m home free. No, wait. Three more. Damnit. Anyway, here chapter 12 is, I hope it makes up for it. Oh, and I forgot to mention. I’m working on a sideproject, but I won’t be revealing what it is until I’m already actually done with it. This is so that I won’t be disappointing anyone again with the long waits. Sigh, haha. I’m really sorry, I feel so rotten right now. Gimme comments!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

“Frank, you had no right!” Mikey yelled, glaring down at Frank as he sidestepped the smaller man, since he was blocking the doorway. Gerard followed and stood next to him, frowning. Mikey stared down at frank, who had totally violated their privacy, waiting expectantly for him to say something that would justify what he had just done. But of course, there was nothing that could do just that. What he and Gerard had shared was special. Why did Frank have to intrude?

“Don’t worry, I didn’t hear much, anyway. Damn, you guys are quiet,” Frank commented as he pushed himself up to his feet, grinning madly at them both. “Now if you’d excuse me, I gotta take care of this.” Frank added, looking down at his crotch. “Unless one of you wants to help me,” He said, glancing up at the brothers and waggling his eyebrows. Both just shared a look, shaking their heads. “I’ll take that as a no. Catch you later,” Frank said, and then headed to his room, blowing Mikey a kiss as he passed by.

“Frank! Not in my... room.” Mikey called out, but Frank hadn’t heard him. He was already half naked the moment he shut the door to Mikey’s former room. Mikey sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Well, it’s not your room anymore, Mikes,” Gerard said and then pulled his brother to the living room. Both plopped down onto the couch, and as soon as they did, Mikey rested his head on his brother’s shoulder. Silence settled over both of them before Gerard piped up.

“Wanna watch our tape? See what all the fuss is about?” He asked. Mikey had to give it a thought before he nodded slowly.

“Yeah, but we better do it before Frank comes back.” The younger Way answered and got up to set the tape player up. Once it was playing he walked back to the couch and dropped down onto Gerard’s lap.

“Yeah, who knows what the hell Frank would do if he saw us watching this,” Gerard answered after a bit, wrapping his arms around Mikey. Mikey settled down in Gerard’s arms, but then he changed his mind and slipped off of his older brother’s lap to sit next to him instead. Gerard nevertheless kept his arms around Mikey.

“You know Frank, he’d hit on us both again—what time is it?” Mikey replied. Gerard glanced at the wall clock, looking at it just long enough to gauge the time without actually reading it.

“Close to uh… like one or something. Do you wanna have lunch? I’m kinda hungry.” Gerard asked. Knowing the time made him realize exactly just how hungry he was. And he was really hungry, to say the least, and he didn’t even know why.

“Mm, yeah sure. After we watch the tape. Maybe Frank would be finished by then. We could eat out... I miss doing that. But, you know, nothing special. Maybe pizza or McDonald’s,” Mikey said with a small smile, his eyes glued to the screen. When he heard himself moan, he covered his face, blushing violently. Gerard giggled lightly at his brother’s reaction.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Gerard commented, licking his lips as he watched them moving on the screen. “It’s like that’s not us.” He added. Mikey just nodded, embarrassed to the deepest pit of hell that he always moaned like a whore whenever he had his brother inside him.

After a few moments of silence, Gerard suddenly spoke up when he remembered something. “Hey Mikes, how about we eat at that diner where you and Alicia eat all the time?” He asked, looking over to his younger brother. Mikey brightened up at that and turned to face Gerard, grinning widely.
“That’s a great idea. How come I didn’t think about it before?” Mikey asked rhetorically, leaning over and pecking Gerard’s lips softly. Gerard smiled proudly at his apparent stroke of genius. “We have to leave now, though. There is just no way I’m taking Frank there.”

“Taking me where?” Frank spoke up from behind them, startling them both, but more so Mikey. The young man had practically jumped out of his skin. Frank laughed at the reaction, ignoring the glare Frank was shooting his way.

“Nowhere. Never mind, forget about it. Let’s just eat at McDonald’s before we head for the shoot, whatever.” Mikey said, and at that Frank jumped over the back of the couch, landing on the small space the two had managed to make before Frank fell on them and crushed them with impact force.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Gerard said, standing up and turning the television and tape player off. Mikey stood up and put the tape away.

“I get to fuck Mikeyyy...” Frank said with a huge grin playing at his lips.

“God, when will you ever shut up, Frank?” Mikey said simply, shaking his head, before he walked out. Gerard and Frank followed after him.

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All three stepped into the now-familiar house, greeting the receptionist with a smile before they headed straight to the room that she had pointed to. They arrived to see someone just getting off the bed, obviously just having finished with a shoot. Ray, Bob and the other guy greeted the guys who had just arrived with waves and cheery ‘hey’s.

“Oh, hey Bert,” Frank greeted when he saw the man, and the man just waved back as he pulled his boxers and pants back on.

“Why am I not surprised that Frank knows him?” Gerard asked discreetly, nudging his brother. They both chuckled lightly and shook their heads at the look Frank shot them. Apparently Gerard hadn’t been discreet enough.

“Why don’t you and Frank go get ready, Mikey?” Ray said, signaling for Bob to put a new tape into the camera. The cameraman handed Bert his tape and went to do as he was signaled to do, placing a new tape into the camera, ready for recording.

“You staying to watch?” Bert asked Gerard as he took the tape from Bob, thanking him for it. At Gerard’s somewhat shy nod, he smiled a bit and walked to the door. “Hey Frank, you wouldn’t mind if I stayed to watch, would you?” He asked his acquaintance—they weren’t really friends (yet), or anything close to that. After all they only knew each other from the porn thing—Bert had a shoot, Frank watched, and vice versa. Frank looked up from his rather heated conversation he was having, shaking his head and flashing Bert a quick smile before he continued arguing with Mikey.

“Well...uh, whatever, I dunno your name,” Bert said with a shrug, pointing the tape he was holding in Gerard’s direction to let him know that it was him he was talking about.

“Gerard,” The artist filled in for the guy he had just met. Bert nodded in both acknowledgement and thanks. After a quick, mumbled ‘nice to meet you’, he continued.

“I’m Bert. Anyway, yeah, I’ll be sticking around too. I’ll just be giving the tape to Amber,” Bert said, holding the tape up before he exited. Gerard looked over to Ray, a confused look on his face.

“What? Oh, Amber? You already met her. Like, three times. She’s the receptionist,” Ray said, waving Gerard off, his attention constantly being drawn back to Mikey and Frank’s argument. It was hard not to hear, since they were speaking in not-so-hushed voices.

“Oh, so that’s her name.” Gerard mused, before he pulled up a chair and sat down, watching his brother and Frank arguing. It didn’t take him long to catch on, and his amusement grew greater with each passing moment when he realized exactly what it was they were talking about. But he still couldn’t help but feel the pang of jealousy—Frank would be fucking Mikey right in front of his very eyes. He sighed, listening in on their conversation quietly, aware that Bob and Ray were doing pretty much the same thing.

“God, Frank, I already said no!” Mikey practically yelled out, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. He was coming so close to pulling his hair out or running into a wall, or something equally destructive and tension-relieving. And what was worse was that he wasn’t sure just exactly how much more his patience could handle.

“Come on, Mikey, please? Do it for your new roomie,” Frank pleaded, but Mikey just rolled his eyes.

“It’s not like I asked you to stay with us. You were the one who got kicked out of your old building for god knows why,” Mikey said, glaring at Frank.

“It was for being too loud. But that’s besides the point. Just let me tie you up already, come on. You know you want it,” Frank said, giving Mikey what he hoped was a look that would make him give in.

It didn’t work.

“I’ll do the dishes for two weeks.” Frank offered as a last resort, and at that Mikey actually paused to think, looking at the other. Was being tied up and potentially getting humiliated in front of a camera worth doing dishes for two weeks straight? Probably. With a resigned sigh, Mikey reluctantly nodded.

“I’m holding you to that. I swear I’m gonna tie you to train tracks if you don’t hold up your end,” Mikey said, not looking at Frank. He couldn’t stand the smug look on his face. The smaller man just nodded, and finally looked over at Ray, who looked away, having been caught staring.

“Anytime you’re ready, Ray,” Frank said, walking to the dresser and retrieving two scarves, setting them down on the end table. Both Bob and Ray laughed lightly.

“Shouldn’t it be us telling you that?” Bob commented. He glanced at the door when Bert slipped back into the room, watching him sit down next to Gerard quietly before he returned his attention to setting the camera up properly and making final adjustments.

“We’re ready. Do your stuff, Frankie,” Ray said simply, giving the signal for them to begin. Bob lifted the camera onto his shoulder and started recording the scene after Ray slipped behind the lens’ range. Both Bert and Gerard turned their attentions to the scene unfolding in front of them.

Frank gave Mikey a wink as he pushed him backwards to the bed. He leaned up to kiss the taller man, tentatively at first and then deeply, once he gained his equilibrium on his tiptoes—Mikey was just a little bit too tall for him to reach with his feet flat on the ground. Mikey returned the kiss, bending down a bit, allowing Frank to lead him. The smaller man further pushed Mikey to the bed, letting him fall down onto the soft mattress as they kissed. Mikey let out a quiet ‘mmph’ when he fell, getting the wind knocked out of him. Frank pulled away, looking down at the other with a smirk as he slowly pushed his shirt up. Mikey looked up at Frank, slightly breathless.

“Kiss me again,” Mikey practically demanded quietly, and at that Frank shook his head. Mikey was about to protest when he felt Frank nuzzling at his neck, mapping out his skin. He tilted his head back to give Frank more access, and at that Frank immediately took advantage. He bit down on Mikey’s neck—hard. Mikey yelped, tugging on Frank’s hair to get him to stop sucking on his neck. He didn’t want Frank to leave a mark among all the hickeys Gerard had already left there. Out of the corner of his eye, Mikey could see his brother’s eyes flashing with envy. And it wasn’t just Mikey who had noticed, Bert had seen as well.

Frank pulled back and admired the huge mark he had left on Mikey’s neck for a moment before he tugged the other’s shirt off. He tossed the discarded garment behind him, chuckling lightly when he heard Ray’s indignant yelp when he got hit with the cloth. Frank continued to bite at Mikey’s skin, at every spot his mouth could reach. He lavished every bite mark with soothing licks to rid the sting.

Mikey gasped every time he felt Frank’s teeth on his skin. The other slid his hands down Mikey’s bare sides before he grabbed at his wrists and raised them up above his head. Mikey opened his eyes and looked up at Frank.

“You gonna tie me up now?” Mikey asked, and at that Frank waggled his eyebrows and nodded, reaching for the two scarves he’d placed on the end table. He looked down at Mikey, grinning at him as he took each of the other’s wrists and tied them both to each of the two bedposts on the headboard. Once he was done he stared right at the camera and dragged his tongue up Mikey’s arm, from bicep to his wrist.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Bert mumbled quietly, spreading his legs a little wider to get more comfortable. His pants had gotten just a little bit tighter—okay, a lot tighter. Gerard cleared his throat, nodding in agreement.

Mikey was beginning to think that maybe he shouldn’t have surrendered control to Frank. But then his body was screaming at him that that was the right move. He could barely wrap his mind around how the smaller man made him feel like that.

So fucking good.

Being with Gerard made him feel good too, but there was just something different about how Frank made him feel. With Frank it was a completely and wholly different story.

Mikey relinquished all control, returning Frank’s kiss sloppily as he felt the other’s hands undoing the button of his jeans. Frank tugged Mikey’s pants down, and then grinded his hips against the other’s, causing Mikey to gasp sharply. He pulled away and took off his shirt to even things out between them just a bit, since after all it wouldn’t be fair if he was fully clothed and Mikey was naked. After a few moments Frank took Mikey’s boxers off as well, revealing his naked form to the camera.

Frank scooted down and nipped at Mikey’s inner thigh. “Do you wanna know how hard I’m gonna fuck you, Mikey?” Frank mumbled, looking up at Mikey’s face as he basically gave him a tongue bath, running his tongue along the very skin Gerard had been lavishing with his own tongue only hours before. Mikey swallowed hard and closed his eyes as he felt Frank’s hot breath on his cock.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you scream, and you bleed, and you fall apart in my arms,” Frank said, smirking and then taking Mikey into his mouth completely. He sucked at him for a few moments before he pulled away, lightly dragging his teeth up along the shaft. Mikey bucked into Frank’s mouth, making the smaller man gag a little. Frank pulled away completely and looked back up at Mikey once more.

“You’re gonna pay for that later,” Frank muttered, licking up the underside of Mikey’s cock. The other just whimpered, opening his eyes to see that the camera had been hovering above his face. Frank brought two of his fingers up to Mikey’s mouth, running them along his lower lip. Mikey took them into his mouth, sucking on them instinctively.

“Good boy, suck on them hard. You better get them wet, cause that’s the only lube I’m gonna be using,” Frank said, and at that Mikey’s eyes widened. He worked to double his efforts. A few moments later Frank pulled his fingers out of Mikey’s mouth and circled the other’s entrance with the wet digits. He planted a wet kiss on Mikey’s lips as he roughly shoved his fingers in without even a warning.

“Fuck!” Mikey cried out, his back arching a bit. He tugged at his bonds, only to find out that he was securely tied in place. He bit his lip when he felt Frank start moving his fingers inside of him, the digits rubbing against his inner walls. He was barely even given time to adjust to the fingers before they were pulled out, and for a moment the only thing that Mikey could hear was the rustling of fabric as Frank undressed. Mikey gave a shuddery breath as he felt Frank positioning himself at his entrance, and braced himself for the moment wherein the other would undoubtedly push into him and proceed to fuck the living daylights out of him.

“Too bad you’re already taken, Mikey,” Frank said, surprising Mikey by actually pushing into him slowly, dragging out the action and making sure that the other would be able to feel it in his bones. Mikey let out a long, drawn out moan, unconsciously spreading his legs wider for Frank. “We could’ve had a lot of fun together...” Frank whispered into Mikey’s ear.

Gerard’s breath caught in his throat at the sight, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edges of his chair. He closed his eyes for a moment, not sure why he was feeling both extremely jealous and insanely turned on by the display. He concluded that seeing his brother getting fucked by someone else was tremendously hot, for some reason. Bert glanced over to Gerard and broke out into a huge grin, shaking his head and palming himself over his pants, rubbing to provide friction for himself.

After the short moment that Frank stayed stationary to let the man under him adjust, the room echoed with the sound of Mikey’s loud, surprised moan. Frank definitely knew what he was doing, because right at that first thrust—the moment Frank pulled out almost completely to thrust, no, slam back in—he had managed to hit Mikey’s spot dead on.

Both Ray and Bob glanced at each other, giving nods of approval.

Mikey arched underneath Frank as the other began a rhythm, fucking Mikey as he had said earlier—hard and fast. Mikey felt helpless at the mind-numbing pleasure, his hands forming fists and his toes curling at the assault. Frank was mostly quiet, except for the soft grunts that occasionally escaped his mouth as Mikey’s warmth engulfed him, burning through him.

“Feel good, Mikes?” Frank asked, thrusting so hard that he managed to make Mikey move a few inches up the bed. A few inches more and he’d be bumping against the headboard. Mikey groaned and bucked under Frank again, his face contorted in a look of absolute ecstasy.

“What the... FUCK, do you think—ohgod—Frank!” Mikey managed to groan out, but for the most part he was driven silent by what Frank was doing to him.

Bert had already undone his jeans to relieve the pressure, and shoved his hand down his boxers so he could jerk off in semi-privacy.

“Do you want me to untie you?” Frank asked Mikey, who merely nodded. “Well, I have one condition,” Frank answered, stopping his movements.

Mikey opened his eyes, panting heavily as he looked up at Frank, waiting for him to say what his condition was, or at least start moving again. He’d die if Frank didn’t.

“I want you to get on your hands and knees after I untie you. And I want you to do it without me slipping out of you. Cause if I do, I’m gonna stop fucking you and just finish myself off.” Frank said as he reached up to undo Mikey’s bindings, a drop of sweat falling from the tip of his nose onto Mikey’s skin. Once he was free Mikey rubbed at his wrists and took a deep breath before he started moving. He slowly sat up at an angle and lifted his leg, getting both his limbs on just one side of Frank so he could slowly flip over onto his hands and knees. Frank nudged his hips a little when Mikey was at a certain angle, causing the other man to nearly fall apart at the insane friction.

“OHMYGOD—FUCK, FRANK!” Fuck...fuckfuckfuckfuck, ohgod,” Mikey cried out as he continued moving, the tip of Frank’s cock pressing against his prostate and causing starts to explode behind his closed lids. Mikey finally successfully got on his hands and knees, but by the time he did he was panting heavily and mumbling incoherently under his breath. Frank kneeled up and immediately picked up where he left off. Mikey just moaned again, at the new angle, so close to coming.

A few moments later Mikey wrapped his fingers around himself, stroking quickly in time with Frank’s thrusts. He whimpered pathetically when Frank smacked his hand away.

“I want you to come without being touched,” Frank explained, and at that he gave another hard thrust, sending a surge of pleasure through Mikey hard enough to make him come.

And come, he did. He shuddered violently, crying out at the pain of coming without even being touched. He rode out his orgasm, and Frank followed right after him, although he pulled out in order to come on Mikey’s back. Both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Bob made sure he had gotten a good shot before he turned the camera off, walking, or rather waddling back to stand behind Ray with an obvious hard-on.
Bert came quietly, catching his come in his hand in order to prevent himself from making a mess out of his pants. He brought his hand out and licked it clean, before he turned to face Gerard.

“You wanna do a shoot with me sometime?” He asked, breaking the silence. The near-silence, anyway. Both Frank and Mikey were panting quite loudly.

Gerard just glanced at Bert and gave a quick nod, excusing himself before he exited from the room to take care of ‘business’.

(AN: Whoa, double vision. Lol I am so tired/sleepy, I can barely handle it.)

Dirty Money 11/?

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 12:17:25 GMT

cTitle: Dirty Money 11/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: R-NC-17 for this chapter.
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, somnambulance. This is dedicated to nancyscd. My internet connection WON’T STOP BEING ANNOYING. Rawr. So okay, I’ll just type this up. I opened a browser like... 15 minutes ago. And it’s only half-loaded until now. That isn’t supposed to be the case with a broadband connection. :\ Anyway. Here’s chapter 11, hope you’ll like it. Comments would be awesome!

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“Mikey!” Gerard called out as he closed the door behind Frank. Frank walked to the couch and dropped down onto it after he had set his things down on the floor. Mikey came out from Gerard’s room right then, definitely looking like he just rolled out of bed—it was the case after all. Frank grinned at Mikey and waved. Mikey blinked sleepily at Frank and then walked to the kitchen to make some coffee, nodding and waving in acknowledgement.

“Isn’t it a little too early in the morning to be dropping by, Frank?” Mikey asked after he had glanced at the wall clock. He leaned against the counter, looking around for cereal, only to realize that he had yet to go for groceries. Cursing, he remembered that the cabinets and the fridge were nearly empty.

Frank shook his head as he glanced down at his watch and then back up at Mikey, the same grin still playing at his lips. “Nah, it’s like seven AM already, it’s a perfectly good time to be visiting.” The smaller man answered and then stood up, walking to the brothers’ fridge to look for something to eat. “Don’t you guys have any food around here? How do you live?”

Ignoring Frank’s question, Gerard walked over to Mikey and leaned onto the counter next to him. Mikey automatically laid his head on his brother’s shoulder. “Are you human, Frank? Of course it’s too early,” Gerard said, and at that Frank pulled his head out of the fridge long enough to reply. He was about to speak, but then he had to do a double take when he saw the brothers and how they had subtly laced their fingers together. He smiled and closed the fridge door, leaning against the counter across from them. He watched the brothers quietly before he spoke.

“Did I...were you guys doing something before I got here? Like, did I interrupt anything?” Frank asked, both brows raised, a cheeky grin playing at his lips. Gerard and Mikey glanced at each other and then back at the smaller man in front of them.

“Yeah, Frank. We were sleeping,” Mikey answered for them and then poured three cups of coffee when it was ready. He handed the other two men a mug each before he took his own, mixing cream and sugar in it so that it was just how he liked it before he took a sip.

“Thanks...just sleeping?” Frank asked, a brow raised as he took a small sip from his steaming mug. Gerard nodded.

“Yeah, what else would we be doing?” The older Way asked, sipping from his own coffee and slipping his hand back into Mikey’s.

“I was hoping you were fucking,” He answered casually, grinning. “Since you know, you two look grumpy enough. Kinda like I just interrupted something important.” He added with a shrug. “Plus, I would’ve wanted to watch.”

“Sleep is important, Frank. I’m starting to think twice about letting you stay with us, you perv,” Gerard said, looking over at the smaller man, cutting him a look. Hearing Gerard’s words, Mikey blinked and raised a brow. The words slowly sunk in, and his eyes widened dramatically. He glanced over at his brother and then at Frank.

“Who said anything about him staying here? I love the guy and all, but him? Here?” Mikey asked, not really recalling having any discussions with his brother about Frank staying over.

“He did. He needs a place for a while, he got kicked out of his old one,” Gerard explained. “We could just give him your room temporarily, Mikes. Since you know, you stay in mine...” He suggested with a shrug and a glance to Frank. “He’s going to have to help pay the rent though.” He added, looking directly at the man at that last bit. At that, Frank groaned.

“Aw, come on guys? Why can’t you be the kind of roomies who’ll take sex as payment for rent?” Frank asked, pouting. When both brothers glared at him, he nodded with a resigned sigh. He would help with the rent.

“Frank, we’re already going to hell as it is. You still wanna add to our sins?” Mikey said, and then set his mug down at the sink. “I’ll move my stuff out of my room before I go to work today.” Mikey said to his brother, giving him a smile. He turned back to face Frank. “And Frank is going to help me.”

Frank just sighed at that and nodded, walking to the television and turning it on, sitting down on the couch. Mikey pulled away from Gerard after pecking his cheek and set out to set the table for three, while Gerard started to make breakfast.

“Oh Mikey, you can’t go to work today,” Frank said, not looking up from the cartoon he was watching. Mikey stopped in his tracks and quirked a brow, looking at him. Only Frank wasn’t looking back at him, so he ended up staring quizzically at the back of Frank’s head.

“And why’s that?” He asked. Gerard hard likewise stopped in his tracks, wanting to hear just why exactly Mikey could not work.

“We have a shoot scheduled for this afternoooon, at two o’clock.” Frank announced simply and then pulled himself up to sit on the backrest of the couch, nearly toppling over before finding his balance.

“We? As in, you and me?” Mikey asked, starting to move again. When Frank nodded, Mikey sighed and glanced at his brother. “I’m gonna get fired again for not showing up at work today,” He told Gerard with a frown.

“You’re miserable in that job anyway, aren’t you?” Gerard said softly, not entirely glad that Mikey and Frank were going to be fucking later on. Frank had muted the television and turned around some to watch the two of them.

“Yeah, I guess I could always find another job,” Mikey answered simply with a nod. He really did, as a matter of fact, despise his new job. “Are you coming along? Later, I mean.” Mikey asked, blinking when he saw Frank give a silent triumphant whoop from the corner of his eye. Oh, the wonders of peripheral vision.

Gerard paused for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah... I am, I think.”

º

After breakfast, Gerard took a shower while Mikey and Frank went and moved the latter’s things to his brother’s room. It didn’t take them long, since all that he had to move was his clothes and his CDs anyway. That, and his bass, even though it was always hidden under the bed cause he never used it anymore. After they moved Mikey’s things and Gerard came out of the shower, Mikey went to take a shower himself. Frank went to get settled in his new room.

Gerard went to look at his room, smiling when he saw how full it was now, as opposed to before. There was just a new presence...one that he loved. Something was lacking, though. The walls were bare. Gerard thought about taking one of his paintings and then hanging it up, before he got the perfect idea. He quickly grabbed a specific painting and then walked back to his room, picking a nice spot in the center of the wall to hang the painting up. He was admiring his work when Mikey came in, a towel wrapped around his waist. Gerard walked to the bed and sat down, his attention alternating between the painting and Mikey dressing up.

Mikey finished and then blushed when he caught Gerard’s stare. He offered his older brother a small smile and then went to sit next to him. The light coloring already on his cheeks grew into a darker shade of crimson once he saw that Gerard had put the painting of him up. “Why’d you have to put that there?” Mikey asked, and at that Gerard shrugged.

“It just felt right,” The older Way replied with a smile, lacing their fingers together once again. Mikey flashed Gerard another smile, and then glanced at the door.

“Did I lock the door?” Mikey asked, having forgotten whether he had or not. Gerard shook his head and then walked to the door, locking it himself before he returned to the bed. Mikey nodded in approval, pulling Gerard to him awkwardly and pressing their lips together. Gerard leaned forward and returned the kiss, moving a hand down his brother’s side. Gerard pulled away after a bit and looked at Mikey questioningly.

“Do you...” He began, but Mikey put a finger to his lips, hushing him.

“You don’t have to ask.” He said with a small smile and pecked Gerard’s lips tentatively once more. For some reason, now that there weren’t any other people around, or any cameras, for the matter, the awkwardness returned full force. Both brothers felt like it was their...second first time. This time, it meant something.

It meant more to them than anything else in the world.

Although neither of them had an idea why the mood changed so quickly, Gerard gently pushed Mikey down onto their bed anyway, deepening the kiss. He slipped his fingers up under Mikey’s shirt, gently caressing the skin underneath his hands. Both of them knew that this time it would be different.

It would be agonizingly slow and torturous as they explored each other. It would be so passionate it could possibly bring tears to their eyes.

It would be beautiful.

The knowledge that they were deciding to do this all on their own scared the hell out of them (as well as made them forget that Frank was right there in the other room). Nobody was there to tell them what to do, or what parts to play. At that moment, they were just...them.

Gerard and Mikey.

Two brothers tolerating the extreme awkwardness of the situation, just so they could share their growing love for each other.

Gerard slowly tugged his brother’s shirt up and off, removing the offending garment. Mikey did the same to Gerard’s shirt, and they both dropped their clothes to the floor. They smiled at each other before they kissed once again, lips devouring lips passionately, tongues locked in a useless battle for dominance. Fingers found buttons and zippers and gartered hems—and soon they were both naked as the day they were born.

To the same mother and father.

They paused to look at each other and take in the sight of their naked bodies, so similar yet so different at the same time. Their hands explored each others’ bodies, their hips pressing and moving together to create blessed friction. Low moans echoed through the room, bouncing off the still somewhat bare walls.

Not a word was spoken—they both already knew what the other wanted to say.

Mikey looked up at his brother trustingly, waiting for him to do something. Gerard stared down into his brother’s eyes as he fumbled around the end table drawer for the lotion. Taking it out, he quickly lubed himself up, his other hand stroking Mikey slowly. He smeared the remaining lotion on Mikey’s entrance, circling the hole with his fingers and pressing against it, although he didn’t use enough force to penetrate. Mikey’s eyelids fluttered, and he whimpered softly.

“Need you...” Mikey whispered softly, grasping one of Gerard’s hands and squeezing when he’d laced their fingers together, acknowledging that they seemed to have been doing that a lot that day. Gerard kissed his brother’s forehead and lined himself up with the other’s entrance.

He slowly, gently pushed into Mikey, his eyes slipping shut at the feeling of Mikey’s tightness around him again. He paused for a moment, gathering his wits about him before he pushed in completely. Once he was inside, he stopped moving to give his brother time to relax, opening his eyes and staring down into Mikey’s half-lidded ones.

They shared a soft kiss before Gerard began to move in the pace they had predicted subconsciously—slow and torturous. Passionate. Gerard slowly built up a rhythm, angling his thrusts to find his brother’s spot. It didn’t take him long to find it, since he still remembered where it was, in a way.

“Mmmh...” Mikey moaned, throwing his head back and grabbing onto the sheets, his knuckles turning white. Once he saw Mikey’s neck exposed to him, Gerard leaned down and kissed the skin gently. He bit down experimentally, and upon hearing Mikey’s loud moan, he did it again. Mikey was rocking back against him then.

“Oh God, Gee...” Mikey whispered sensually as Gerard wrapped his fingers around his cock and started to stroke him.

Mikey’s breathing was ragged, like he could barely get enough oxygen. But he still pulled Gerard down to him anyway and kissed him roughly, letting out all the things he felt inside.

“I’m close...” Mikey whispered, swallowing hard after he broke the kiss.

“Then come for me.” Gerard whispered back, his hot breath against Mikey’s neck. Mikey tensed up then, moaning loudly low in his throat as he finally came.

Gerard gave a few more thrusts, pecking his brother’s lips before he followed Mikey over the edge. “I love you,” the older Way whispered almost inaudibly against Mikey’s lips as he came hard inside him. Mikey whispered the same words back.

They both smiled at each other and laid there for a quick moment before they got themselves cleaned up, putting their clothes back on. They shared a small kiss before one of them pulled the door open, only to find that Frank had been sitting on the floor with his ear pressed against the door. He looked up at them, grinning sheepishly at having been caught.

“FRANK!”

Dirty Money 10/?

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 20:28:58 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 10/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, somnambulance. This is dedicated to nancyscd. I had no internet over the weekend. …and I just saw a lizard on the wall. It was huge. Anyway, here’s chapter 10. I am seriously, seriously drained. -_- Ohhh, you’ll like this chapter. Maybe…plot develops here. Rawr, been listening to WttBP on loop for about two days now. Plays on iTunes: 87. Not counting the plays on my mp3 player... I am pathetic.

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Mikey flipped his cell phone shut and for a moment considered turning it off or throwing it against the wall. That was close to the twentieth message he’d gotten from Alicia in the past hour. Although he knew he should be happy that Alicia was still talking to him, he was feeling nothing but an insane amount of annoyance. After all, who wouldn’t be annoyed if their message inbox was full of messages like ‘dont makE mE caLL u mikEy’, ‘cum oN, leT mE c uR tapE!’, and ‘pls? PLS?! im jUst cuRious’. He was amazed at how he was able to stand reading her messages for so long in the past, what with her use of sticky caps.

Since Mikey hadn’t been replying to Alicia’s messages—he had actually stopped three messages in, he expected Alicia to call pretty soon. So when his phone did start ringing, he smirked slightly to himself but rolled his eyes, flipping the phone open and holding it to his ear. “Look, Alicia, I’m at work. I can’t talk,” Mikey quickly blurted out, before the person on the other line could speak. He heard a male voice laughing heartily on the other line. Feeling a slight stab of jealousy, he was about to hang up when the person spoke.

”Last I knew, my name was Frank,” Frank spoke, his smile evident in his voice. Mikey blinked and then rolled his eyes—this is what he got for not checking caller ID.

“Hey Frankie,” Mikey greeted after a while, smiling to himself. If there was anything he was upset about, he had already forgotten about it completely. He welcomed Frank as a distraction—he was miserable at work. His new job paid low wages—lower than what he got for the porn thing, and he had long hours—definitely longer than the mere half an hour or less it would take him to do a shoot. That, plus he had to deal with a bunch of old women coming in everyday and trying to set him up with their nice, pretty nieces and/or granddaughters. He would have considered quitting, but he couldn’t possibly. So he settled for just finding another job, even if he knew it would take him a long while.

”Were you expecting a call from her?” Frank asked, and at that Mikey shrugged, pointing a customer to the aisle where the female hygiene products were located.

“Kinda. She’s been bothering me for the past hour,” Mikey said and then paused to transfer the phone to his other ear as he went to restack something that a kid had mindlessly toppled over. “She wants to see the tapes.”

”She knows about them?” Frank asked, having not previously known about Alicia finding out about everything.

“You didn’t know? Yeah, she does. She kinda saw our first tape accidentally.” Mikey answered, straightening up and then raising a hand up to signal to his supervisor that he really had to take the call. “We just broke up, like a few days ago.” He finished, turning away so he wouldn’t see the woman glaring daggers at him for taking calls on the job.

“Oh...man, I’m sorry. But anyway, you should let her see your tapes. You know, just for shits and giggles,” Frank answered, grinning widely—mostly at the knowledge that Mikey and Alicia had broken up. Mikey blinked and shook his head, not even considering showing Alicia the tapes once. He knew how much of a gossip machine she was. If he told her, everyone he knew that she knew too would know about it within less than a day. And he definitely didn’t want that.

“Are you serious? Frank, no. I don’t want to show her the tapes; that would just be wrong. Why’d you call anyway?” Mikey asked, changing the topic as he walked over to help a kid get something that was placed too high for his reach.

”Nothing, just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out later. You know, after work. Since there’s really nothing to do, and I don’t have a day job like you do.” Frank replied casually, and at that Mikey shrugged. He never even gave it a second’s thought.

“Yeah, okay. Sure. My place?” Mikey began, but then glanced at his supervisor. He cringed and rolled his eyes when he saw she was already making wringing motions with her hands, strangling the air. “Oh Frank, listen, I gotta go. My supervisor’s threatening to kill me. Come over later, whenever you want, okay? Gerard’s always at home anyway. See ya,” Mikey said and then hung up, quickly making himself busy to avoid his supervisor. Frank hung up as well, a satisfied smile playing at his lips and a ‘genius’ plan forming in his mind.

As Mikey worked, he heard his phone ring again. Checking his messages, he realized that he had a couple of new messages from Alicia. “You’re wasting your money,” he muttered under his breath and switched his phone off.

º

Mikey sighed as he tiredly made his way into his and Gerard’s apartment. As soon as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, he heard someone scream...no, he was sure that was a squeal. He heard someone squeal his name. Before he knew it, he was tackled to the floor. His eyes widened, and he barely had any time to register that it was Frank who had ‘attacked’ him before a loud moan ripped from his throat—Frank had straddled his hips and ground their hips together roughly.

“Frank, what the fuck?” Mikey asked, looking up at the other through half lidded eyes. His breathing had grown slightly ragged—he had gotten the wind knocked out of him when he was tackled. He licked his lips and wriggled underneath Frank, wanting to get away yet making no move at all to push the other man off him.

“I was just thinking we could go for a fuck and a date. I wanna fuck you,” Frank answered casually with a shrug, looking down at Mikey with a small grin. Gerard peeked out from the side of the canvas blocking his vision, a brow raised. Something was telling him he wasn’t going to like the scene unfolding in front of him, and he had to do something about it.

“Are you... asking me out, Frank? Cause this is a really awkward way to do it,” Mikey asked with some difficulty as Frank had started grinding their hips together again. Gerard frowned and stood up, walking to where the two other men were.

“Yeah, I am... hey, ouch!” Frank cried out, looking at Gerard. The older Way had kicked him. Gerard just glared down at the smaller man.

“Get off my brother, Frank,” Gerard said simply, standing beside both of them, his hands in his pockets. He knew that he was being jealous (he didn’t know where the feelings were coming from but he definitely was) and he fully intended to do something about it. Frank rolled off Mikey and sat up.

“That is what I’m trying to do,” Frank answered simply, rolling his eyes.

“If you wanna fuck Mikey, Frank, do it in front of a camera.” Gerard stated and then began to walk back to his work area. “You can fuck my brother, but you sure as hell can’t keep him.” Gerard said, going back to painting, heartily splotching his canvas with a hefty amount of green. Frank blinked and then glanced at Mikey, who shrugged. Frank shrugged as well.

“I’m gonna go and make arrangements for our shoot, Mikes,” Frank said as he stood up and dusted himself off. He helped Mikey up and then gave him a smile. “I’ll see you soon,” Frank said, winking at Mikey before he headed out the door, leaving a confused Way behind.

º

After dinner Gerard did the dishes while Mikey tidied the place up a bit. They’d held a short conversation during the meal—Mikey had told Gerard about his new job and Alicia, while Gerard told Mikey about how Frank had been watching their tapes over and over while he waited for Mikey to get home from work. Mikey had blinked at that, wondering aloud if porn was all that was ever on Frank’s mind, causing Gerard to laugh.

Once they finished, Gerard went back to his work area to paint; but Mikey grabbed his wrist and shook his head. “Let’s go to bed, Gee...” Mikey said softly, and Gerard immediately nodded. He wouldn’t ever dream of saying no to that. Over the course of barely half a week, Mikey sleeping in Gerard’s room grew to be a regular thing. Mikey had already unofficially moved into his brother’s room. In the mornings Gerard couldn’t help but think that he was getting the best sleep in his life. Some mornings he woke up feeling so great that he didn’t even need coffee anymore—and that was a huge thing.

They went through their usual before bed routine and then slipped into the bed, underneath the covers. Both muttering their goodnights, they settled in. Gerard turned off the lamp on the bedside table, staring up at the black abyss that was the ceiling. It sometimes took Mikey a while to snuggle into him, but it was okay. He was a patient guy, and he could wait. As soon as Mikey turned and wrapped an arm around him, he yawned and closed his eyes... and was asleep in an instant.

Gerard had already fallen asleep when he felt Mikey nuzzling at his neck and nudging him awake. He groaned in protest but cracked an eye open, looking down at Mikey, though all he could see was his brother’s silhouette.

“What?” Gerard asked softly, rubbing at his eyes.

“I can’t sleep.” Mikey replied simply with a small frown. He pulled away from Gerard and sat up. After a few moments, Gerard did the same.

“Why not? Something wrong?” Gerard asked, reaching over and turning the lamp on again. He squinted at the bright light as his eyes had adjusted to the dark previously.

“I was just thinking.” Mikey answered softly, glancing up at his brother. “About... I dunno, this,” Mikey added, averting his gaze and rubbing at an eye.

“...This?” Gerard repeated quizzically. Mikey nodded and Gerard blinked stupidly. Either he hadn’t caught on just yet, or his brain was still asleep.

“You know what I’m talking about. Things changed, Gerard. It’s not the same between us anymore. I don’t even understand what I feel anymore... I just like it.” Mikey said quietly. Gerard’s eyes widened when he realized what Mikey was talking about and he nodded, looking down at his lap before he looked back up at his brother. He cleared his throat before he spoke.

“I like it too.” Gerard answered simply, almost in a whisper. He licked his lips before he continued. “What are we gonna do?”

“I... this is going to fast. Um,” Mikey began, opening and closing his mouth to speak, looking almost like a goldfish out of water, but he couldn’t think of something appropriate to say. He stammered, but Gerard held a finger to his lips.

“Sh... We’ll figure it out together.” Gerard stated and then lowered his hand, looking at Mikey for a moment. He watched his brother, and then called his name softly.

“When Mikey looked up, Gerard flashed him a small smile and leaned over, pressing their lips together. Mikey blinked in surprise, but then allowed his eyes to drift shut, welcoming and returning the soft, chaste kiss. Both brothers smiled at each other when the kiss broke, and then settled back into bed. Mikey snuggled into Gerard while Gerard reached over and switched the lamp off.

Mikey had no trouble falling asleep after that.

º

The next morning, both brothers woke up to loud knocking at their door. Gerard groaned and then slipped out of the bed, heading to pull the door open. He raised a brow at the sight that greeted him.

Frank, with a box of his things and his backpack of what Gerard assumed was clothes, stood outside their door, grinning madly.

“What is it, Frank?” Gerard asked, slightly irritated.

“Can I stay with you guys for a while? I got kicked out of my old building. I was being too loud or something,” Frank answered simply.

Gerard blinked and rolled his eyes, shrugging and then stepping aside to let Frank in. He was going to have to talk to Mikey about this.

Dirty Money 9/?

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 22:34:03 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 9/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, somnambulance. This is dedicated to nancyscd. You won’t believe how glad I am that nobody’s mad at me for taking a while to update...and I just saw a mouse run across the room. Anyway, what was I saying again? Oh. Okay, yeah, thanks for all the comments! They really gave me inspiration for the next chapters! I have to finish this chappie quickly because it’s 3:30 AM and I don’t have much time until I have to go to school, so yeah.

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“I gotta go pick Alicia up for lunch, bye Gee.” Mikey said hurriedly as he ran out of his room, freshly showered and fully dressed. Gerard had been sitting at his work area, staring blankly at the canvas before him. His muses failed to inspire him, and it was pissing him off. This wasn’t the first time it happened—in fact it happened quite a lot. Especially since the porn thing started. He would often be too tired to paint, or too lazy. Or, he would have no inspiration at all—like now. He was in his own world, cursing his brain’s left lobe for not producing enough creativity. As a result, he didn’t hear Mikey at all.

“Gee!” Mikey called out, standing beside him and waving a hand in his face. “I was saying something here,” He repeated, and then tapped on his brother’s shoulder. Gerard failed to notice him. Mikey rolled his eyes and jabbed at his brother’s side with a finger. When he finally got Gerard’s attention, he repeated his statement. “I’m gonna go pick up Alicia for lunch.”

“Why are you telling me? I’m not your mother, go pick her up!” Gerard snapped as he looked up at his brother. He blinked, not knowing what caused the flare of temper.

“Sorry,” he said quietly, shrugging. “Yeah, okay. Go pick her up. See ya,” he said as he waved to his brother, who had a hurt expression on his face. Gerard turned back to his canvas, staring blankly at it once more, one finger tracing outlines of invisible drawings—his way of conceptualizing.

Mikey nodded and then waved back at Gerard, frowning slightly as he walked out of the apartment and to their car; fully intending to pick Alicia up on time. He didn’t really know if Alicia had already really forgiven him or not, and he didn’t want to annoy her again by turning up late. After all, he did promise to be there on time. He just hoped she wouldn’t notice how awkwardly he was walking, what with his sore bum and all.

º

As soon as Mikey got to Alicia’s place, he turned off the car’s engine and jumped out. Running to his girlfriend’s—at least he still thought she was his girlfriend—door he rang the doorbell. Glancing at his watch he sighs in relief since he barely made it in time. Alicia answered the door, still in her pajamas. It was then he realized that he had completely forgotten—Alicia was never punctual. They had an unspoken agreement that Mikey would come an hour or so later than the time they agreed to meet. And he was punctual.

And he felt stupid.

Almost a year of dating and he forgot about her habits in one day. Not one day, really. But more so in the course of the past week. He chalked it up to having a rough week to justify himself and sighed.

“Mikey? What are you doing here so early?” She asked, though she gave Mikey a brief hug anyway.

“Um... picking you up for lunch?” Mikey answered with a shrug, returning the hug awkwardly. He leaned against the doorframe, giving her a small smile. And yes, he did realize that his smile was faked. For some reason. And... well, that was pretty much it.

“I know that. I’m just wondering why... never mind. Come in, I gotta go change anyway.” Alicia answered while she headed inside, gesturing for Mikey to follow. He shut the door behind him and then walked to the couch, sitting down with a slight wince that he hoped she didn’t notice.

“I’ll be right back,” Alicia spoke, and then headed to her room to change and get ready for the day. Mikey nodded, looking around Alicia’s place. Something changed, though he didn’t know what.

Minutes into waiting for Alicia to come back out, he realized what was different. Alicia had put away their pictures, and she had taken down the paintings Gerard had done specially for her. He blinked—that couldn’t bode well, could it?

Just as Mikey sighed and stood up to look around—he was holding false hope of Alicia taking the paintings and pictures away to clean them—Alicia came out of her room, dressed in her usual. Alicia gave Mikey a small, forced smile and then walked to him.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked curiously, hands on her hips.

“Our usual place,” Mikey answered, offering Alicia his hand. The woman reluctantly took it and they both headed out of her place.

º

It was pretty much a diner like any other. Small, homey space, friendly staff, good food, bad fries. It had a lovers’ nook—the booth Mikey and Alicia usually occupied. They thought it would be cool to be regulars in that place, to have waiters approach them and go, ‘you want the usual?’ with a smile.

Yet, for some not entirely unknown reason, the couple sat at one of the regular tables. When a waitress approached them and asked if they wanted the usual, Mikey nodded, but Alicia shook her head. She gave a separate order, and at that Mikey’s heart dropped to his feet.

He knew it was bad.

Alicia got right down to business. What was the point in pleasantries and waiting for the food and all that? They would both be getting hurt by the end of the ‘date’ anyway. At least, that was what she thought. “Look, Mikes, I’m really sorry...why am I apologizing to you anyway?” She began, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, about all that... you know, what you saw. Gerard and I... Gerard and I were just really desperate to get money.” Mikey answered, staring down at his clasped hands.

“You could’ve found a decent job.” Alicia answered, and at that Mikey shook his head.

“I couldn’t, I tried.” Mikey answered, licking his dry lips. “I did find one yesterday though... I start soon.”

“Well then you could’ve borrowed money from someone!” Alicia replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Mikey frowned and shook his head.

“I don’t want to owe anybody anything. That kind of thing just ruins trust and all that shit,” Mikey answered, sighing. Alicia rolled her eyes.

“Yet you ruin my trust in you by doing porn with your brother.” Alicia said, glaring at Mikey. Hah, just like he had suspected—she hadn’t completely forgiven him just yet. If he was in Alicia’s situation, he probably wouldn’t forgive himself that easily either.

Not having anything to say to that, Mikey just mumbled an apology under his breath. Silence followed as they both stared at something—Mikey at his hands and Alicia at the guy outside the window across the street. Mikey’s glance never shifted, though Alicia’s once did, when the guy felt her staring and looked directly at her. The waitress brought their food over and they thanked her for everything, before they started to eat.

Halfway through their meal, Alicia spoke.

“I think it’ll be better if we,” She began, pausing to swallow the food in her mouth, “if we just broke up.”

Mikey frowned—not at the fact that she was breaking up with him. At the fact that he didn’t feel the slightest bit hurt. It disturbed him that he felt quite apathetic at the fact that they were breaking up. And it bothered him that he was bothered at how apathetic he was being. And he was bothered that he was bothered and that he was too bothered to care what Alicia felt...and he didn’t like where this train of thought was going.

“Okay,” Mikey answered weakly, nodding. “Are we still going to be friends though..?” He asked, and at that Alicia shrugged.

“I’ll think about it. I have to go meet up with someone else. See ya around, Mikeyface,” Alicia said, giving Mikey’s temple a kiss before she left, leaving money for the food she ate.

“She didn’t even let me pay for her food,” Mikey mused to himself before he left money for his own food, vaguely aware that the employees at the diner were chattering amongst themselves and shaking their heads for the loss of their favorite customers.

º

“She broke up with me,” Mikey announced as he stepped into their apartment, only to find that Gerard wasn’t painting. In fact, he wasn’t even in the living room. He raised a brow and then called out for him.

“I’m in here, Mikey!” Gerard shouted from his room, though he headed out, Frank in tow. “Frank came over, I was giving him a tour of our place, kind of,” Gerard stated. “There wasn’t really much to show him, so this is the end of the tour.”

Frank waved.

“Hey Frank,” Mikey waved and then walked to the couch, sitting down and wincing once again. If there was anything he hated about getting fucked into next week, it was the pain that came afterwards. So pretty much, he was slightly... no, he was more likely amazed that Frank dropped down onto the couch next to him without even a pained expression on his face.

“How do you do that?” Mikey asked before he thought what he was going to say through, and once again, he blushed crimson. He had to stop acting on impulse. Frank raised a brow.

“Do what?”

“That, sit down... you know, without... wincing or anything, cause it hurts. At least to me it hurts to sit.” Mikey explained, and at that both Gerard and Frank laughed. He glared, completely forgetting about the breaking news he was going to impart.

“I’m just used to it. You’ll get used to it soon enough. Besides, your brother fucked you hard,” Frank stated bluntly as though it was the most common thing in the world. Mikey and Gerard glanced at each other and then at Frank, before they looked away. The tension was definitely back.

“Uh... yeah, I’ll get used to it, I guess.” Mikey answered, and Gerard walked over to sit down on the couch, sandwiching Frank in between both of them.

“Gerard, aren’t you supposed to be sitting next to Mikey? You know, cause when we fucked I was on bottom, so I should be there at the end of the couch, and then Mikey was in the middle so he should be there, and then you were on top so you should be on the other side of the couch.” Frank joked, though neither of the brothers really found it funny. In fact, inside they were boiling with... not exactly anger. More like embarrassment. For some reason. At least both of them managed to not blush. With all the blushing Mikey had been doing lately he was starting to feel like a girl.

“Aw, come on guys, lighten up! Come on, let’s go watch our tape.” Frank said, adding to the tension even more. For a moment Gerard contemplated kicking Frank out of their place.

“Am I talking an alien language here?” Frank asked, waving a hand in front of each of their faces, and when he failed to get a reaction, he blinked. Both brothers were staring at each other. Shrugging after a while, they both finally looked back at Frank.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Gerard asked, and at that Frank shrugged and waved him off.

“Never mind, let’s just watch some TV,” Frank answered, reaching around for the remote and turning the television on.

Dirty Money 8/?

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 20:20:18 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 8/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author’s note: Dedicated to nancyscd, and thanks to my beta, somnambulance. I haven't abandoned this fic, and I have no plans to do so in the future. I’m awfully sorry for the terribly long length of time it took me to write this next chapter. I had it already, but then I lost the notebook I wrote it in—so I’m going to have to rewrite this one from scratch. Plus I had problems in the form of being REALLY busy with school (man, those college entrance exams can kill), and the fact that my mom accidentally read chapter 7 of this fic. Yeah, the one with the threesome. Needless to say, she FREAKED…and yeah. I could barely do anything for the longest while without having her look over my shoulder. Even right now, I’m being paranoid that she’s glancing my way, oy. Sigh. Well, if it’s good news, I’ve already thought up plots for chapter 8-11 of this fic, and I already have a general idea for the rest of the fic. I have two options—cut this short at 15 or at 20 chapters. I might consider making a sequel too. What do you guys think?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

ATTENTION!
The same friend that came up with the Mikey drawing from Chapter 7 came up with two more drawings... And I hereby present to you: Gerard, and MCR. They're worksafe.

***

The moment they got home, the first thing that Gerard did was walk to the television and set their tape down on top of it. Once Mikey saw the action, he glared at his brother and walked toward him, taking the tape from the top of the television and hiding it behind a bunch of other things on a rack. He didn’t want another repeat of the Alicia incident, nor did he want anyone else who wasn’t supposed to know about the tape to see it accidentally. That would just make too much of a mess… again. He didn’t want to have to deal with trying to explain about everything again. Heck, he hadn’t even explained anything to Alicia yet.

Both Gerard and Mikey kept quiet, moving around robotically, trying to tidy things up without acknowledging the fact that the awkwardness between them had grown threefold, or perhaps more. They felt too suffocated, choked in the environment they created themselves. So they just tried to get through the night as normally as they could.

“Dinner?” Gerard offered quietly, almost in a whisper, the first to break the heavy silence that had descended upon them. He nodded at the kitchen, his hands in his pockets, picking at the lint inside. Mikey looked up from where he was seated on the couch after he had finished arranging the throw pillows.

“I’m too tired,” The younger Way answered weakly, pushing himself up after a few moments’ rest. He made his way to the bathroom, dragging his feet, his back slumped. He was, as a matter of fact, tired. After all, who wouldn’t be after what he had gone through?

“Okay… Well I’m going to bed, I don’t want to paint tonight,” Gerard announced, more to himself than to Mikey. The younger Way’s eyes widened a bit and he reached out to touch Gerard’s shoulder to call his attention.

“Gerard, I have to ask you something.” He stated, fumbling nervously with the buttons on his coat as he tried to take it off.

“Well then, go. Ask,” Gerard answered, looking up at Mikey, waiting expectantly for his reply.

“Why… I saw your painting. Why did you paint…well, uh... me?” Mikey asked, looking away, his cheeks coloring a light shade of crimson. It took Gerard a couple of moments before he finally realized what Mikey was talking about.

”You... were looking? I covered it; you know that means you can’t look...” Gerard said, chewing on his lip.

”I didn’t look, I saw. I was fixing your work area, and the cover slipped off,” Mikey explained, and Gerard looked at him, not sure if he wanted to believe the other or not.

“I don’t know why I painted you. It just came out.” Gerard answered softly with a one-shouldered shrug.

Mikey just shrugged as well, not knowing what to say about that, and walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Gerard followed after him, stepping into the small space—well aware that he was putting them in another awkward situation. Well, he would sacrifice anything to have normalcy between them again. Even his first born—if he would even have one in the future.

The brothers proceeded to brush their teeth together like always, though they avoided meeting each other’s gazes. If before they tried to have muffled conversations while they brushed their teeth, now they kept silent. The same heavy silence from before settled over them once again, blanketing them securely with a feeling of discomfort. As soon as Mikey finished he left for his room with a quick ‘goodnight’. Gerard then retreated to his own.

º

There was something about that night that just kept them both from sleeping. It wasn’t the weather—there was no storm, the temperature was normal if not a bit cold, and there was no wind to make twigs and branches of the non-existent tree outside tap against the window. There wasn’t any noise to keep them awake at all; in fact it was one of those unusually quiet nights, with nothing but the quiet creaking and moaning of the building to disrupt the silence. There wasn’t an outside force trying to keep both of them awake either. It was more like there was something missing—something they both chose to ignore.

They both lay in bed, tossing and turning—Gerard had kicked the covers off of himself, and Mikey had thrown his pillow at the wall. Since sleep wouldn’t come, they were both plagued with images of, not surprisingly, what went on earlier that day. Gerard was thinking about Mikey and Mikey was thinking about Gerard—and through the thin wooden wall separating them they could both hear each other’s grunts of frustration at their inability to sleep…and their shared inability to will their erections away.

More hours of relentless tossing and turning ensued before, in the middle of the night, Mikey finally decided to get out of bed. With a frustrated sigh, he stretched a bit and adjusted himself in his boxers, walking awkwardly out of his room. Being the little brother that he was, the only solution to his sleep problem that he could think of was to sneak into Gerard’s bed. As he slowly opened the door and peeked inside to see if his brother was sleeping, Gerard spoke.

“Can’t sleep?” Gerard asked quietly, peeking out from underneath his pillow once he heard the door creak. Mikey stepped inside and shook his head to show that he couldn’t, walking over to Gerard’s bed, and then climbing onto it. With a sigh, he moved closer to his brother and pressed against him. Gerard wrapped an arm around Mikey and they stayed like that, cuddling. Just...cuddling. Even though they were both aware of how painfully hard they both were.

They fell asleep that way too—with Mikey’s head on Gerard’s chest, and Gerard’s arm wrapped around his younger brother’s shoulders.

º

The following morning, both brothers woke up feeling well rested and energized. As Gerard pulled away from his brother gently and stretched, Mikey shifted in bed and cracked an eye open, rubbing at his eyes to try to get his vision clearer, to no avail. The younger Way stretched as well, and Gerard had to pull his gaze away from the smooth plane of Mikey’s flat stomach.

“Morning,” Mikey said through a yawn, and Gerard nodded, smiling a bit as he sat up and leaned against the headboard.

“Morning,” Gerard answered and then leaned over to check the time on the alarm clock—he had turned it so that it would face away from him in his frustration the previous night. Nine in the morning. Counting back, he deduced that he had gotten about a total of eight hours of sleep that night—more than he got every night.

Both of them knew that they’d found the thing that was missing from them the night before—of course they had. The way that they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, like they were meant to be together, just proved the fact that there was something potentially and irrevocably deep going on between them. It wasn’t just blood ties anymore, it wasn’t just friendship anymore, and it certainly wasn’t brotherhood at all. But of course, they both kept their thoughts to themselves. Neither wanted to say something and ruin the seemingly good aura they’d established that day.

Mikey had a feeling he would be having a good day.

So did Gerard.

Breakfast that morning was nothing short of normal. Gerard had cooked pancakes again and had eaten his with a dollop of syrup; Mikey had eaten his without butter or syrup. Gerard has asked Mikey how he could eat the tasteless food without anything to go with it, and Mikey had given his standard answer. They talked, about nothing in particular. Just like normal—the two of them catching up with each other the way they did whenever they ate together. Only that time Mikey didn’t brag about Alicia at all, nor did he try to set Gerard up with a friend.

A few minutes after breakfast, the phone rang and Mikey hopped off of the stool he was sitting on, walking to the couch and plopping down onto it as he picked up the phone, wondering if it was Alicia. He took a deep breath before he spoke into the receiver.

“Hello.” Mikey greeted politely, leaning back against his seat.

”Michael?” Upon hearing the voice, Mikey’s eyes narrowed. He could’ve recognized that voice from anywhere in the world, at any time in the world. He held back a frustrated sigh and resisted the insane urge to slam the phone down on the person on the other end of the line.

“What do you want?” Mikey asked, the politeness in his voice completely gone.

”Well, I was wondering if I could offer you your old job back? I’ll even give you a raise,” His former boss offered. Mikey rolled his eyes at the offer and sighed. He wouldn’t even be going through as much trouble as he was going through at the moment if it wasn’t for that man.

“No thanks, I already have a better one.” Mikey simply answered—of course, it was a lie—and hung up rudely, smirking to himself for getting some sort of revenge against the man that had fired him for no reason.

Gerard looked up from where he was doing the dishes and glanced over to his brother, curious. “What was that about, Mikes?” Gerard asked, turning his gaze back down to the dishes he was washing.

“My old boss wanted to hire me back,” Mikey answered bluntly, and then picked up the phone when it rang again. This time the person calling over the other line was a person he had asked for a job from. The person on the other line told him that there was an opening, and he could start on Monday. Upon hearing the news, he was ecstatic. Thanking the person over and over again, he hung up and rushed to hug his brother from behind, jumping up and down.

“I HAVE A DECENT JOB!” Mikey yelled out, grinning and laughing. Gerard’s eyes lit up and he smiled, quickly drying his hands and forearms off before he turned around in Mikey’s arms and returned the hug, squeezing Mikey tightly before he let go.

“I’m happy for you,” The older Way said with a smile. Mikey pulled away finally, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to Gerard’s lips before he even knew what he was doing. Blushing crimson, he apologized for his slip-up and left for the bathroom, muttering something about getting ready for a lunch date with Alicia and leaving a stunned Gerard behind.

At Mikey’s words, Gerard’s heart had dropped to his stomach, as fingers were tracing over his lips, recalling the feel of Mikey’s kiss.

Club Orpheus (an all-slash RPG)

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 10:50:30 GMT

cluborpheus

Game Info & Mod Contact Info | Application/Wanted & Held | Jobs & Accomodation | Rules

Dirty Money 7/?

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 12:25:32 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 7/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: VERY VERY NC-17 FOR THIS CHAPTER. Oh the porn and the threesome.
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author Notes: ET VOILA! Teh threesome for you. Dedicated to nancyscd. Comments would be awesome! And again this one isn't betaed. I'm posting from another computer so I couldn't find my beta's e-mail. Aaaaah, I suck. So sorry for any mistakes. And thanks to my beta somnambulance anyway. I find it really ironic that while I was finishing this chapter, I was at a spiritual retreat of sorts (mandatory for school) and there were priests talking in front of me. And I was in the front row. Hilarious. And... I'm sorry it took this long! I was battling writer's block, and I had problems with balancing my time, since I have school and all (summer here was March-June). Here's to hoping that the length will make up for it.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

ATTENTION!
And just so I can be sure that nobody will hold a grudge against me for not posting for so long... I come bearing a gift which will hopefully erase any anger. I hereby present a drawing that my friend made after she read my fic. MIKEY. Supposedly, this is the painting that Gerard did of Mikey (in my fic). Supposedly anyway. And sorry for the poor quality, I just took a picture of it since I don't have a scanner. I'll have it scanned sometime.

***

With everything that Mikey had going on in his head it wasn’t a surprise at all that he seemed distracted all the time. Busy with trying to find a new and decent job, he had practically forgotten about everything else that was going on. All he was focused on was finding another job. One that would pay higher and had good hours. And wouldn’t require him taking his clothes off in front of a camera and getting down and dirty with his brother, of all people. But, of course, he was having a hard time doing that. He had the option of working in a bookstore… it depends. Maybe if he had no other choice.

When Gerard had finished a couple more paintings and called on Mikey to ask for his opinion, Mikey ignored him. This confused Gerard to no end as Mikey had always been excited to see his paintings—but of course Mikey had good reason. He was still reeling over the painting he had seen of himself. It still wouldn’t sink in—and not to mention, he still couldn’t understand why Gerard would paint him looking like that.

And although both he and Gerard had become fast friends with Frank, he grew distant from them as the few days before weekend passed. Even Alicia had slipped from his mind, and only when Gerard knocked on his door to tell him that he had a phone call did he remember about her.

“Fuck—it’s Alicia, isn’t it?” Mikey asked as he practically stumbled out of his chair, running to the door to take the wireless phone from his brother. Once he had taken it he slammed the door and dropped down onto his bed, hearing Gerard’s faint grunt in affirmative, and his sarcastic ”Gee thanks for bringing me the phone, Gerard.” He pressed the button to put Alicia off hold.

“Hey,” Mikey began tentatively; bracing himself from possible future deafness should Alicia decide to scream into the receiver. He figured it wouldn’t be too bad—at least he’d be able to live the rest of his life in semi-isolation. No need for him to hear all the bullshit everyone seemed to be giving him.

”Mikey,” the voice on the other line answered calmly. Okay, so maybe Mikey was being a little paranoid. It seemed that leaving Alicia alone for a few days and giving her space (though unintentionally, almost) had allowed her to clear her head. Mikey hemmed and hawed for a moment, at a loss for words. When Alicia cleared her throat he finally replied.

“Hi… I’m sorry, I can explain,” Mikey said, his heart dropping to his stomach as a lump formed at his throat, giving him some difficulty with his breathing.

”You don’t have to explain, I forgive you.”

Just like that? Mikey asked himself, but he let out an obvious sigh of relief. “Thank you…” Mikey replied. He was about to say something else when Gerard knocked at his door.

“It’s Saturday!” Gerard’s muffled voice filtered in from outside of his room. The younger Way glanced at the clock on his wall. Fuck. Two o’clock. He had to move or they would be late. But then again he didn’t even want to go at all, so why move..?

“Fuck off, Gee!” Mikey yelled, covering the receiver with his palm so that Alicia wouldn’t hear. Heaving a sigh he scratched at the back of his neck in annoyance and then spoke. “Look, Alicia… I need to get off the phone.” So my brother can fuck me while we do who-knows-what with Frank. “Can we talk tomorrow? Lunch… I’ll pick you up…” Mikey said, hopeful that Alicia would say yes and not throw a fit.

”Okay. I still love you, Mikes.” Alicia replied and then hung up, giving Mikey no time to say ‘I love you’ back. Sighing—for the nth time that day—Mikey hung up as well and then sat up, bending down to pull his shoes on. He headed out of his room and to the living room where Gerard was waiting. Both brothers silently went down and out of their place, getting into their car awkwardly. The thought of what was going to happen hung over their heads, and Gerard was already regretting his decision, saying yes to Ray and all.

“Do we really have to fucking do this? It’s not too late to drive back home.” Mikey said a few minutes later in a monotonous tone, staring out the window at the passing scenery that he’d gotten so used to over the years. Gerard seemed to be driving well under the limit, not in any hurry to get to their destination. It’d be like playing with fire… He and Mikey could get through this and never talk to each other again, or they could get through this and be closer than ever.

“We can’t back down now, they’re expecting us.” Gerard answered simply, his own voice monotonous and lifeless. He made a turn and parked the car at the driveway of the house, killing the engine. He let out a sigh and turned to Mikey, attempting to give him a somewhat reassuring smile. From what it looked like, Mikey wasn’t reassured at all.

“Let’s just get it over with… the sooner the better.” Gerard said as he stepped out of the car, absently closing the door and walking to the front of the vehicle to wait for Mikey. But Mikey was already walking to the front door, not wanting to wait around for his brother. The younger Way knocked twice and then shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Good afternoon,” The same receptionist greeted with a smile as she let both of them in. They both gave a wave as they walked into the house, waiting for instructions. Both Gerard and Mikey were filled with apprehension and anxiousness, and Gerard could almost swear that he saw his brother tremble. He didn’t say anything about it—he would have teased Mikey about it, but he couldn’t. He himself knew what his brother felt. Yet for some reason he was also excited. So excited to see Mikey underneath him again, writhing and moaning his name… so fucking excited to feel Mikey’s tight warmth around him again. So excited.

“You’re going to be using another set today,” The woman said with a smile, obviously recalling the brothers from their previous visit. Upon glancing down she noticed that Gerard was straining against his jeans. She gave the older way a wink once she’d caught his gaze—a wink that Mikey did not fail to catch. Gerard had blushed crimson when he saw the wink and bowed his head, determined to keep to himself. “Mr. Iero is already there, as well as Ray and Bob—you know them, right?” She asked and then pulled their files out from a gray metal cabinet.

“Come on then, follow me.” The receptionist, whose name they still had not discovered, said and gestured for them to follow her. Mikey couldn’t help but notice the change in the woman’s usually (from what he had seen) dour disposition. When they had been there previously she was so… he couldn’t find the correct word. Carrying their files, she brought them both to the study, where Frank, Ray and Bob were at. The three men were talking casually, and it was quite obvious from the looks of it that Frank had already grown comfortable with the other men. The receptionist urged them into the room and left.

Mikey wondered why they were in the study and not the bedroom, but then it occurred to him that bedrooms weren’t the only places where you could have sex. The younger Way let out a long, slow sigh and greeted everyone with a wave. Gerard followed the example, and once everyone was done with all of the greetings and niceties, Ray called order on the “session”.

“Alright then, let’s get right down to business…” Ray said and then told all three men to take seats while he explained about what was going to go on. Bob had begun setting up his camera as he sat on one of the several chairs in the study.

“Okay, we’re in the study, so basically you all get the point—we’re going to be filming.” Ray began, grinning at the trio who, only minutes later, would bee on camera. “Right here, on this very desk, actually.” He added and then moved to stand next to Bob, who had sometime stood up, camera already prepped and ready to shoot. “You know the usual drill, guys. Make me proud.” He finished. Frank gave a nod in acknowledgement, smirking. However, both Gerard and Mikey were looking somewhat lost.

“But how…” Mikey began, looking down at his clasped hands. Gerard looked pretty much the same way.

“Never had sex on a desk before?” Bob asked, lifting the camera onto his shoulders as he addressed both of them.

“…no. And I’ve never had a threesome before either,” Gerard confessed, blushing beet red. In comparison to Frank’s experience when it came to things such as threesomes and sex on desks, he was nothing. Mikey seemed to be thinking the same thing.

“Seriously? Dude, you haven’t lived.” Frank answered, standing and hauling himself up to sit on the desk. He kicked his legs idly, looking to Gerard and then to Mikey. “Man… okay, you guys just follow my lead, alright?” The smaller man stated, before Ray called them to attention.

“Alright, since it looks like we can’t just get started right off the bat, we’re going to have to start it a little…I don’t know, creatively I guess. Here’s what we’re going to do.” Ray paused, pursing his lips in thought. “Gerard and Mikey…no, Gerard and Frank, you’re going to stay here and pretend to read or something like that. And then you get started. I don’t care who makes the first move, or what you do. You can improvise with your lines, if you feel like speaking… just make it look like a typical study session or something. And then Mikey…” He trailed off, pulling Mikey up and dragging him to the doorway. Mikey followed obediently.

“Alright, Mikey. You come in and you see them in action,” Ray said, walking Mikey to the desk. “You’re going to knock the books right off the desk and… and Gerard and Frank,” He paused, looking up at the ceiling as he thought. “Gerard and Frank are going to look up at you in surprise. Then you join in, and then you guys can take it from there.” He stated with a nod of finality. “You got that so far, guys?” He asked, looking to and fro between the guys. At the chorus of ‘yes,’ he moved back to stand next to Bob—but not before winking at the three of them.

“You’re gonna need this,” Bob said, walking forward and shoving a tube of lube and a few foil-wrapped condoms into Mikey’s pocket.

“Well then, let’s get started.” Ray said, and Mikey moved out of the camera’s focus. Frank jumped off of the desk and retrieved a small pile of books from the bookshelf in the corner. He pulled up a chair next to Gerard and flipped a book open once Ray gave the signal. Both Gerard and Frank pretended to flip through the books for a moment, before Frank made his move.

Still staring down at the book he was ‘reading’, Frank trailed his hand up Gerard’s cloth-clad thigh. Gerard licked his lips and let out an almost inaudible sigh, glancing down at his lap where Frank’s hand steadily moved up while it caressed and gently squeezed. Frank’s hand slipped down Gerard’s inner thigh and finally reached its goal: Gerard’s straining erection. When Frank squeezed, Gerard sucked in a breath and brought his hand down, taking Frank’s hand in his own. Looking over at Frank, Gerard began to speak, making his dialogue up on the spot.

“What are you doing, man?” He asked, voice almost cracking in his arousal. As much as he didn’t want to be there at the moment, he couldn’t help but get turned on by everything that was happening, and was going to happen. He and Frank stared at each other in silence, a look of mock questioning in Gerard’s face and one of amusement on Frank’s. In one swift movement Frank pulled on Gerard’s hand to get him to move closer. He leaned close, so that his and Gerard’s faces were mere centimeters apart, and his lips hovered over the older man’s as he talked.

“Nothing…” Frank said softly, look of amusement still present on his face. Gerard stared into Frank’s eyes, and in what seemed like a blink of an eye he closed the gap in between them, pressing their lips together. Frank glanced at the camera, a look of something that resembled triumph in his eyes, before he turned his full attention to the kiss. Bringing his hand up to Gerard’s hair, he tugged on the dark locks as he deepened the kiss, moaning softly.

Within the next minute or two Frank had pulled himself onto Gerard’s lap, straddling both his thighs and roughly grinding their hips together as they both worked on removing each other’s clothes. Mikey was pacing in his spot, torn between watching his brother and friend and getting the image of them together out of his head. His chest was full to bursting with a feeling that he refused to acknowledge as jealousy; and as much as he couldn’t stand the thought of coming there to do a shoot again, he could barely wait for Ray’s cue to join in with the pair already on cam.

Frank gave one hard yank at Gerard’s hair and was awarded with a loud moan. Breaking the kiss, Frank smirked before he began attacking the other man’s pale neck with kisses and bites, proud of himself for having found a kink of Gerard’s. Licking a wide strip down Gerard’s throat, Frank began sucking hard at the spot under Gerard’s Adam’s apple—which bobbed at his throat sensually when he swallowed hard. The older Way made quick work of discarding his jacket, and Frank pulled away long enough for both of them to be able to tug their shirts off. They continued to feel each other up, hands running up and down exposed skin, fingernails lightly dragging along backs. Their lips were everywhere—on each other’s lips, on their necks, on their shoulders and collarbones and nipples. Their moans continued to get louder; and just about when Frank dropped onto hi knees in front of Gerard and undid his jeans, Ray gave Mikey the cue to come in. Mikey’s sigh was that of mixed relief and anxiousness, and he licked his lips before he went ahead and walked in front of the camera.

Frank had been rubbing his face against Gerard’s erection and running his tongue over the underside when a shadow fell over him. He looked up in a look of feigned surprise—all for the camera of course, before he gave Mikey a small smirk and went right back to work. He swirled his tongue around the head of Gerard’s cock and taking it into his mouth, sucking hard, his cheeks hollowed. Mikey had to hold back a moan and squeeze his eyes shut when he saw Gerard’s cock disappear into Frank’s dainty little mouth. Standing there stupidly, Mikey took a moment to gather his wits before he made his move.

Mikey leaned down and attacked his brother’s throat, kissing and sucking every spot of skin that Frank had marked earlier. It was a matter of territorialism—Gerard was his, and that was it. He didn’t even know why he felt that way, but he didn’t even care anymore. All that was on his mind at that specific moment was Gerard—his smell, the softness of his skin, the moans he was making… his taste, mixed with Frank’s, that which was sweet and salty at the same time, and so forbidden. He throbbed with need—need to feel Gerard and need to please him. And to think just a few moments earlier he hadn’t wanted to be there at all.

A few moments after that Gerard was squirming in his seat, bucking into Frank’s mouth and yanking on his hair. Mikey had dropped down onto his knees as well, waiting for Frank to pull his mouth off of Gerard enough—Frank was deepthroating him—so he could, to put it simply, join in. When Frank pulled away, licking his lip and breaking the trail of precum coming from the tip of Gerard’s cock, Mikey quickly leaned forward and practically took over, tonguing the slit of his brother’s cock almost frantically and earning a loud moan from him. Practically glowing with pride, Mikey smirked to himself as he took more of his brother inside his mouth, aware that Frank was watching him through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes, and rubbing himself over his jeans.

Shaking himself out of his daze, Frank leaned forward and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to the taut, still-wet skin of Gerard’s cock, taking whatever Mikey’s mouth couldn’t reach. This earned a moan from almost all the men in the room—in fact all of them but Frank made a sound.

Both Mikey and Frank worked on Gerard as a tag-team, working hard to bring him off the edge. Gerard was lost in the feeling of having two tongues on him—one his brother’s, and the feeling of Mikey practically sucking his brain out through his cock. His head was thrown back and he was violently tugging on both Mikey’s and Frank’s hair, causing them to groan in slight pain. Biting his lip and letting out a feral growl, Gerard bucked into Mikey’s mouth, exploding into the warm cavern. After a few spurts into his mouth, Mikey pulled away, the last few spurts of hot come landing on his and Frank’s faces.

Gerard looked on through half-lidded eyes, panting heavily, as Frank and Mikey licked his come off of each other’s cheeks and sharing it in between them in a hard kiss, completely comfortable with each other. A few minutes later the lust had spread like wildfire and Frank had lifted Mikey onto the desk, sitting him down on it and spreading his legs, pressing himself against the other as they kissed. Mikey was continually letting out throaty moans as they ground their hips together almost desperately.

When he had finally regained his breath and recovered, Gerard stood up and approached Frank from behind, reaching around him to start taking off his brother’s clothing. Frank started attacking Mikey’s neck with open-mouthed kisses, and began to undo the studded belt at his waist. Mikey’s mouth, freed from the intense lip lock it had been in with Frank, searched for his brother’s lips. A jolt of electricity ran down his spine when their mouths connected for the first time that day, and he deepened the kiss, trapping Frank in between them as they kissed over the smaller man’s shoulder.

Ray was nodding with approval at the sight, clearly impressed with the display, even if things hadn’t gone on as planned. Well alright, they did, just not to exact pinpoint accuracy with what he had stated was the plan. He smirked with triumph at the fact that his theory proved to be true—putting the Way brothers and Frank together in one film would be good.

Both Gerard and Frank slipped out of their pants and boxers and kicked them aside, pulling away from Mikey—the current center of attention—to pull off his pants. They each took a pants leg and tugged down, removing the offending garment. Mikey jumped off of the table, kicking his own boxers off so that they were all just as naked as each other. A few moments passed by with all three just looking at each other. Frank was the first, once again, to make a move, pulling both Mikey and Gerard close for a three-way kiss. Hands groped everywhere.

Gerard was hard again, and Mikey had a hand wrapped around his brother’s cock, stroking quickly. Gerard’s closed eyes fluttered.

Frank broke away from the kiss to pick up Mikey’s jeans, pulling the tube of lube out. Completely forgetting about the condoms, he opened the tube and spread some onto his fingers, shoving them into himself while he slicked Mikey up with his other hand. He made quick work of preparing himself, moaning loudly as he abused his own prostate, then tugged Mikey to him as he hopped up onto the table. He wrapped his legs around the other’s waist and smirked at Mikey, staring at him expectantly. Mikey licked his lips and gave a small nod of warning before he pushed in, eliciting a long, drawn out moan from Frank, who had hidden his face in Mikey’s neck. Gerard moaned as he watched the display and took the tube of lube from its spot on the table, spreading some onto his cock as he watched Mikey begin thrusting, fully intending to be inside his brother again.

Gerard stepped forward and began to kiss Frank over Mikey’s shoulder, stroking himself as he pressed two slicked fingers into Mikey, who groaned at the sensation. He let Mikey do all the work as the younger Way drove into Frank hard and thrusted back against Gerard’s hand, his eyes rolling back into his head when his brother’s fingertips pressed onto his spot. Gerard added another finger and scissored them within Mikey, stretching him just enough to be able to slip into him without hurting him.

Mikey fell limp against Gerard and stopped moving when he felt his brother enter him in one fluid thrust, earning a groan of protest from Frank. The younger man began to stroke himself as he waited for both brothers to start moving. Gerard pushed both of them down, so that Frank was laying on the surface of the table and Mikey was bent over, pressed flush against Frank. Mikey swatted Frank’s hand away and took over, stroking him as Gerard pulled out and began slamming home.

Gerard grunted as he grabbed at Mikey’s hips, leaving red half-moons as his fingernails dug into the supple skin. Mikey allowed his brother to do all the work as Gerard became the driving force behind everything that was happening. The older Way thrusted hard enough that Mikey’s hips slammed into Frank’s with each thrust. Both men trapped underneath Gerard could do nothing but moan and kiss at the over stimulation when Gerard began to move even faster, thrusting deeper into his brother, animalistic moans sounding low in his throat.

Panting heavily, Mikey buried his face into Frank’s neck, breathing hotly against the skin and lighting the other man’s nerves on fire. He sped up the pace of his own hand, making Frank squirm underneath him. Gerard bent and bit down on Mikey’s shoulder, marking him and clearly branding him his own.

“Fuck, Gerard… Holy fu—SHIT!” Mikey practically screamed into Frank’s neck. Frank was so lost in the moment that he barely even made a sound anymore, his face frozen in a look of bliss, mouth opened in silent scream. A few more thrust and an increase of pace from Mikey and Frank shuddered violently as he came, bucking and pulling Mikey even deeper into him as his muscles clamped down involuntarily.

Gerard sped up even more, his thrusts growing sloppy as he teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Mikey was going hysterical with his moaning, but he didn’t stop stroking Frank’s spent cock back to life. The smaller man was bucking against Mikey’s hand as the other prolonged the shockwaves that went through his body when he came.

Pulling on Mikey’s hair, Gerard crushed their lips together—and as their lips connected Mikey tensed and exploded inside Frank. Gerard gave a few more hard thrusts, throwing every ounce of energy he had into every movement, and came inside his brother with a scream of his name, his head reeling. Frank came a second time shortly thereafter, when one of Gerard’s thrusts sent Mikey’s cock dragging along his spot.

All three fell limp against each other, a pile of limbs, each of them panting heavily. Gerard pulled out and collapsed against the chair, his eyes closed as he ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. Mikey followed and collapsed against the other chair. After a moment, Frank sat up, running his fingers through the mess of come he himself had made on his chest and sucking his fingers clean.

“That’s a wrap—fuck guys, that was great!” Ray said, not at all bothering to hide the fact that he was hard and leaking through his jeans. Bob turned off the camera and, with the back of his hand, wiped at the sweat gathered on his forehead.

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Dirty Money 6/?

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 16:33:03 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 6/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17.
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author Notes: Dedicated to nancyscd. Comments would be awesome! Thanks to my beta, somnambulance! Sorry, no threesome in this one just yet, cause I was having a bout of writer's block. So instead, here's a filler chapter. Count on the threesome next chapter! :D I tried my best to get this one out fast, so yeah.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5

"Come on… pick up, please pick up…" Mikey pleaded as he paced his room, holding the cordless phone to his ear. He'd been trying to call Alicia for the past hour to try and set things right and clear things up, feeling like he owed it to her somehow. But then, he didn't actually know how he was going to explain. If he couldn't explain, then he could at least apologize—even though he still hadn't forgiven himself (or Gerard) for that day. It was the least he could do.

"Pick the fuck up!" Mikey yelled in frustration when he'd gotten Alicia's machine again. He'd already tried everything—talking to her online (she was always on away), calling her cell phone, visiting her place. But it seemed as though she was avoiding him on purpose—which in fact she was. Mikey rubbed at his face, hanging up the phone before dropping down onto his bed, stretching and sighing heavily. After a few minutes Mikey picked the phone up once again and pressed redial.

And again he got the machine. "Come on, Alicia… just hear me out, okay?" Mikey said into the phone after the customary beep, gritting his teeth in exasperation. He couldn't even remember how many messages he'd already left her. Finally, to Mikey's immense relief, the line picked up. He was about to start blurting out his nonsensical 'explanation'—which he hadn't really thought out—as well as his apology but Alicia beat him to the punch.

"You cheated on me. With your brother."

Stunned silent as he had not really looked at things in that perspective before, Mikey stammered for a few moments before he spoke. "I know, but I can explain!" He replied, sitting up on the bed and rubbing his eyes under his glasses. He paused for a moment, trying to think up something to start with, as well as trying to word his sentences correctly. Mikey swallowed the lump stuck at his throat, and took a deep breath to calm his quickly pounding heart (which seemed to have dropped to his stomach). Licking his dry lips, he opened his mouth to speak.

"With your own brother, you fucking asshole." Alicia

reiterated, and with that she hung up, slamming the receiver down. Mikey winced, gaping at the telephone before he threw it at the wall angrily. The phone fell to the carpeted floor with a dull thud, the batteries flying out of their compartment. "Fuck," Mikey whispered rubbing at his face as he laid back down on the bed, closing his eyes. A million thoughts ran through his head--'Why the fuck did I get into this fucking mess?' 'Fuck, I'm sorry Alicia.' 'Fuck you, Gerard.' He was so deep in thought that his brows furrowed as he internalized and tried to find solutions to all of his problems. But of course, it wasn't that easy. He couldn't even come up with a solution to just one.

The next thing Mikey knew he had fallen asleep, sprawled out on his bed with his pillow covering his face, with the lights still turned on and the door still open. Gerard happened past Mikey's room on his way to the living room—more specifically to his work area. Noticing his brother's state he rolled his eyes and walked into the room, sighing as he picked up the phone from where it landed. He put the batteries back in and the cover on, noting thankfully that although the plastic was chipped the phone was otherwise fine. He walked to the bed quietly, gently pulling the pillow away from Mikey so as not to wake him up, and then placed the pillow underneath the prone man's head. He took Mikey's glasses off, cleaning the lenses with the cloth of his shirt before he set them down on the end table. He tugged the sheets out from underneath Mikey and covered him, patting his shoulder once before he headed out, turning off the lights. "What the fuck are you going to do without me?" Gerard asked rhetorically as he silently closed the door.

Mikey stretched as he woke up the next morning, rubbing his eyes as he sat up and yawned before he headed to the bathroom to do his usual morning routine. After a quick shower he dressed and headed out into the kitchen, hoping that Gerard had already taken care of breakfast. He was disappointed to see that the kitchen was empty and his brother was still sitting at his work area, but shrugged, walking to the kitchen to make coffee as well as breakfast.

"Gee, what do you want for breakfast?" Mikey asked amicably, as though they hadn't fought at all the day before. He looked into the fridge, pulling the milk carton out and checking if the contents were still okay before he drank straight from the container, waiting for his brother's reply.

"Gee," Mikey called out, placing the empty milk carton on the counter, moving around the kitchen to see what they had that he could fix for breakfast. When his brother still didn't reply he looked up, wondering if the other was ignoring him on purpose. He then walked closer and saw that Gerard was asleep; his forehead pressed against the paint-less canvas, the support of the easel keeping him upright in his chair. Mikey shook his head and with a heave and a grunt, lifted Gerard in his arms and staggered to the couch, laying him down onto it and pulling a pillow under his head.

"Mngh you…" Gerard muttered groggily, turning onto his side. Mikey shrugged, phonetically interpreting the senseless words as a thank you. The younger Way headed back to Gerard's work area to tidy up somewhat before he made breakfast. As he turned around he toppled a finished painting over onto the floor, cursing as he bent over to put it upright. The sheet covering the unframed canvas slid down to reveal the painting, and at the vivid image Mikey gaped, struck silent and speechless.

It was the painting that Gerard had done the night after they fucked, when he couldn't think about anything else but that exact image. Mikey stared for a moment at the perfect likeness of himself on canvas, the image Gerard had captured in his mind of his brother at the peak of heightened ecstasy. His hands shaking, Mikey covered the painting once more, managing to tidy up before he headed back to the kitchen to make pancakes.

In his distraction, Mikey burned a couple of the pancakes and had to throw them away. Once he set the plates of food down onto the breakfast bar, the porcelain clinking against tiles, Gerard sat up on the couch, looking to the kitchen.

"Wha's for breakfast?" The older Way asked as he yawned, rubbing at his eyes and scratching at the back of his neck.

"Pan…" Mikey began, his voice wavering. He cleared his throat and looked down at his food. "Pancakes." He answered softly, getting up to grab himself a cup of coffee. At the mention of pancakes Gerard perked up and got off the couch, heading to the kitchen to join Mikey for breakfast.

They both ate in silence after Gerard's attempts at conversation failed, until a knock came at the door. Mikey jumped up to answer the door, hoping it was Alicia. But when he pulled the door open, it was Frank who greeted him with a cheery smile and a wave. Mikey blinked for a moment, the identity of the man before him not occurring to him at all.

"Hey, I'm Fra—" Frank began, but never finished at all. "Oh shit!" Mikey exclaimed, slamming the door shut in Frank's face. He leaned against the door, eyes wide. Frank stood outside the door, dumbfounded. He shook his head and fished his lighter out from his pocket, lighting his cigarette before taking a drag. "Who 's it, M'key?" Gerard asked through a mouthful.

"Frank." Mikey said simply in reply, before he heaved a sigh and turned around, pulling the door open again. "Hey man, sorry bout that… Just wasn't expecting you. I'm Mikey, Gerard's inside." Mikey introduced himself, pointing to the general direction of the kitchen as he mentioned Gerard. He stared for a moment at Frank, and then sighed thankfully when Gerard joined them at the front door.

"Hey," Gerard greeted with a wave, standing a safe distance away from Mikey. Frank waved back.

"I was actually going to call you guys, but I just decided to come over… sorry if I surprised you," Frank apologized with a sheepish grin, bouncing on the heels of his feet. "I was just here to ask if you guys wanted to hang out, you know… so we can get to know each other a bit before Saturday? I figure we'll be more comfortable if we did."

"Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good idea to me. What do you have in mind?" Gerard asked, head tilted to the side as he ran a hand through his hair.

"We could just go around town and grab a bite to eat later on?" Frank suggested with a shrug. "I haven't really thought it out yet," He added, throwing his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it with the ball of his shoe.

"Sounds great. You wanna come in?" Mikey asked, stepping aside and pulling the door open wider to allow Frank entrance to their place. He was actually quite glad that Frank had taken the initiative to come visit both of them… it would help a lot later on. "Yeah, I still gotta shower first, and since according to Mikey I take long ones, it could be a while." Gerard added, stepping aside as well.

"I don't mind…" Frank answered, stepping into their apartment. "Hey, would you mind letting me watch your tape? I haven't seen it yet," Frank asked and gave a small smile. Gerard and Mikey stared at each other for a moment and then looked back at Frank. A few moments of silence passed before Frank raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Sure, I guess. Why the hell not, right? Mikey go set the player up for Frank, I'll go take a shower," Gerard said with a tight-lipped smile, before he turned and headed to the bathroom. Gerard's philosophy was that since they got to watch Frank's 'session', it would just be fair to let him see their tape. Mikey's opinion laid somewhere in between. Frank burst into a grin and bounced on the heels of his feet again. Mikey just nodded and headed inside, walking to the living room to set the video system up.

"Awesome," Frank said and closed the door, following Mikey to the living room and dropping down onto the couch, waiting patiently for Mikey to finish. Finally, when the tape started playing Mikey made an excuse to disappear into his bedroom.

Several minutes later Gerard came out of his bedroom after coming out from the shower, already dressed. He followed the sounds of his and Mikey's tape to the living room to see that Frank was pretty 'into' what he was watching. And although Gerard thought that it was just a little bit gauche that Frank was giving himself some self-loving at their place while he watched their tape, he couldn't help but think it was hot. Gerard headed back into his room to give Frank some privacy.

Later on both brothers came out of their respective rooms (after giving ample time for Frank to finish and clean up—they could, of course, hear the sounds he made) and headed back into the living room, Mikey quickly rushing to the player to turn it off before he had to watch any more of the video.

All three then headed out to the city where they got to know each other, just as Frank had said. Surprisingly enough Frank seemed to be a pretty nice guy, and all three of them became fast friends in the space of a few hours.

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Dirty Money 5/?

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 05:34:20 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 5/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17.
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author Notes: Dedicated to nancyscd. Comments would be awesome! Unbetaed, so I apologize for any mistakes I missed—I’m an idiot and I lost the e-mail address of my beta. Also, I’m sorry this took so long. School just started again for me so I had to settle down again. I’ll also be updating Mindfuck after I post this.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Gerard completely ignored Mikey’s words. “You let her watch our… our video?!” Gerard exclaimed, fully awake at that point as he hadn’t been earlier. His confusion over what Mikey and Alicia were fighting about had faded completely, and realization dawned onto his senses. He stepped into the living room, standing in front of Mikey, staring with horror at the television—which was as a fact playing their video. Unfuckingbelievable. Gerard had hoped to be able to go through the rest of his life without having to relive any of this, but fate was toying with him, picking at his wounds. His conscience was going crazy.

“I didn’t let her watch it, she saw it accidentally!” Mikey argued, glancing at the television and then quickly turning away when he saw himself shamelessly grinding up into his brother. Unwelcome flashes of vivid memory ran through his head, causing small jolts of electricity to run down his spine. Heat pooled at the bottom of his gut… and his face slowly turned crimson—both in embarrassment and anger. He was furious. Just furious. At himself, at his boss, at Alicia, at Gerard, and at the whole fucking world. Why did he even have to get involved in this, anyway!

“Yeah, and you couldn’t have stopped her before she pressed the goddamned play button?” Gerard asked, hands once again at his hips. A few minutes more and he’d have already started tapping his foot. “I didn’t get any fucking sleep last night, thanks to you! I was napping, how could I hear her? I didn’t know she was coming! Besides, you put the goddamn tape there—“ Mikey pointed on the spot above the television, and was about to continue with his rant, when the phone rang. “Where anyone could have seen it.” Mikey finished, his focus lost as his gaze turned to the ringing phone.

Both brothers let out identical exasperated sighs, and Gerard leaned forward to press the speakerphone button, his sleep-messy hair falling over his face and covering it. Mikey had his fingers crossed, hoping he wouldn’t hear Alicia’s screeching voice over the telephone. Not yet. He hadn't thought about what to say yet, he wouldn't have a pre-written speech to give her to ask for her forgiveness. If not for her forgiveness, then at least her understanding.

”Hey, this is Ray, from… you know.”

And there it was, like rubbing salt into their open wounds and like adding insult to injury, Ray’s voice filtered through the speakers of the telephone, echoing in the now-relative silence of the room. Nothing but silence greeted the director as both brothers uncomfortably stared at each other in silence; each waiting for the other and challenging to other to speak up and answer the man they had 'worked with' just the previous day.

"I just called to ask if either of you have logged onto the site or checked your e-mails. Man, we uploaded your video and pics yesterday, and you two are a huge hit with the subscribers." Ray continued. Silence continued to greet the man... until Mikey heard himself moan like a goddamned whore on the television. Picking up the remote he quickly turned the television off, face turning even redder.

"Hello?" The director called out, wondering why nobody was replying. Hearing the moan gave him an ill-conceived idea about what was going on, but then he couldn't just assume, could he?

'Oh hey, Ray," Gerard finally answered, sighing as he sat himself down on the couch, rubbing at his face and folding his legs underneath him. "Sorry man, couldn't hear you there for a moment." The older way added. Mikey looked on, sitting himself down onto the coffee table, drumming his fingers anxiously onto his thighs.

"Hey man, this is Gerard, right?"

"Mikey too," Mikey said weakly, waving even though there was no way Ray could have seen him.

"Yeah, hey. I was just calling to tell you that you two were like, instant hits on the site. Or bandwidth almost ran out cause everyone wanted to watch both of you. We got a lot of new subscriptions, too. Dude, you should have seen the download count!"

You mean they wanted to watch two brothers getting it on so they can point and laugh, or blow chunks. Gerard thought, hoping he hadn't just said it aloud. "Cool, man. Thanks, I guess," Gerard said, shrugging. He wasn't really sure what he was going to do about the information he'd just been provided.

"Yeah, no problem. But the thing is, we need both of you back... With Frankie this time--you know Frank, right? It'll be a giant hit." Ray said bluntly, and Gerard nearly choked on his own saliva. Mikey's eyes had widened, and both brothers turned to stare at each other awkwardly, similar looks of horror written on their faces. No. No more, not again. Not this time. To do it again would be absolutely insane.

"Uh, hold on," Mikey said, quickly leaning over to put Ray on hold so that he couldn't hear either of them and the impending argument that was inevitably coming.

"If you are thinking what I think you're thinking, fuck you. I'm not doing this again. It's fucked up and it's ruined our lives enough!" Mikey spat, standing up and pacing the small area between the couch and coffee table and taking off his glasses to clean them. He put them back on, his gaze focusing at his brother.

Gerard, still pissed at his brother for allowing Alicia access to their tape, intentionally or not, snarled at Mikey, his eyes narrowing. And now there Mikey was, accusing him of thinking about doing it again. Gerard cut Mikey a look--one that clearly stated 'Fuck you,' and pressed the button to get Ray off hold. Casting his brother a taunting look, he began to speak.

"How much for this time, Ray?" Gerard asked, smirking at his younger brother who was glaring him down, hands raised up, making a wringing motion as if he was strangling somebody. Mikey stared at Gerard, daring him to say one more word and literally be strangled. But then Gerard lived to infuriate his brother and make his life hell.

"If all goes well, fifteen hundred dollars apiece," Ray answered immediately, hopeful that the brothers were at least tempted by the offer. He was especially hopeful that the brothers would say yes--after all Frank had already said yes, and he wouldn't want to disappoint the man.

"We're really sorry, Ray, but--" Mikey began but was cut off by Gerard's words, and his brother's hand covering his mouth.

"We'll be there, Ray." Gerard answered, lured in with the promise of money, as well as infuriating his brother even more. Cause that's just what brothers do--hate each other. He winked at Mikey, who glared at him.

"Awesome!" Ray's voice obviously sounded relieved. "We'll expect you on Saturday at three P.M. Same place! Bye guys, thanks!" The phone clicked as Ray hung up, and Gerard pressed the button to hang up as well. But before the older Way even knew it, he had a lapful of Mikey, who was hitting and clawing at him repeatedly.

"You fucker! How could you fucking do that?!" Mikey said, hitting Gerard squarely in the cheek. Gerard groaned in pain, rubbing at his cheek.

"Well, you--FUCK, that hurts!" Gerard began, but wasn't able to finish, since Mikey decided to strike where it mattered, giving Gerard a hard squeeze through his pants before he even knew what he was doing. Gerard quickly stood up, dumping Mikey onto the floor. The older Way's face was scrunched up in pain as well as anger, but he was pumped with adrenaline.

"You know what? Screw you." Gerard said simply, limping back to his room, slightly bent over as he cupped himself through his clothes, willing the burning pain away.

"Yeah well you know what? You already did!" Mikey answered, and Gerard merely flipped his brother his middle finger, shutting the door behind him with a loud slam.

Mikey picked himself up from the floor and sat down on the couch, unconsciously on the very same warm spot that Gerard had vacated only moments ago. Gritting his teeth in infuriation, and heaving a heavy frustrated sigh, Mikey reached for the remote and turned the television back on, deciding to punish himself for his stupidity. And of course, what better method of punishment would there be other than watching himself writhe and moan under his brother, right?

Eventually he couldn't take anymore and he turned the television off, kicking the coffee table before sinking back down onto the couch, painfully aware of how hard he was.

"Fuck." Mikey muttered frustratedly under his breath, quickly shoving his hand down his pants and boxers.

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Dirty Money 4/?

Fri, 26 May 2006 10:25:19 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 4/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17.
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author Notes: Dedicated to nancyscd. Comments would be awesome! Unbetaed, so I apologize for any mistakes I missed.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

The door closed silently behind Gerard and Mikey as they got home that night. Not a word had been spoken since they left the porn place barely even an hour ago, and both of them were still silent—neither of them dared to say anything. It was just too… awkward. Mikey wanted so much to complain about the dull throbbing ~~of longing~~ that was the aftereffect of what they had done previously, but he knew nothing would come about if he did. There wasn’t a thing Gerard could do about the phantom pain, and there was nothing that he could do either. Mikey would just have to bear the pain and discomfort for as long as it can last—at least his pocket was five hundred dollars heavier.

They both moved around quietly, not wanting to disturb the semi-comfortable silence that enveloped them. Gerard padded to the television to place their tape atop it as Mikey watched (even though both of them knew they wouldn’t be watching it any soon, if ever at all). Then the siblings headed to the kitchen—Gerard to mix himself a glass of juice and drink it down, and Mikey to drink straight out of the milk carton. Dinner was forgotten, they were both… too tired. Either that, or they had no appetite at all whatsoever.

Mikey headed to the bathroom, Gerard quickly in tow, and they both brushed their teeth at the same time—it was just something that they had done since they were kids. Mikey couldn’t help but notice Gerard’s doubled efforts in brushing his teeth. With a shrug, he rinsed his mouth, never noticing he had doubled his efforts just as well.

They both quickly washed up, getting ready for bed (at least in Mikey’s case).

“Night, Gee.”

“Night, Mikey.”

Those were the only words they had spoken to each other, and those words were nothing but routine. There wasn’t a ‘sleep well,’ or a playful ‘dream of me’. There wasn’t a ‘don’t be too loud, you’ll wake up the neighbors’ either—it would be perhaps just overstepping the invisible line they had both drawn some time ago. They then parted ways—Mikey to head to his room and catch some shut-eye, and Gerard to his work area, to paint.

The next morning, just as Mikey woke up, Gerard was putting finishing touches on a painting he had begun the previous night. The older way turned covered the painted canvas with a cloth, his signal to his brother that he didn’t want Mikey to see it. He then proceeded to the kitchen to make both of them breakfast. I am such a housewife. He thought as he washed his hands before preparing the food.

Rubbing his eyes, Mikey headed out of his room to be greeted by the smell of pancakes. As opposed to his usual boxers-only nightwear, he was fully clothed. He wasn’t sure if he would be comfortable being half naked around his brother. Not after what happened yesterday. For some reason he had begun to think that Gerard would just randomly jump him or something. It was what kept happening in his dreams last night. No, not dreams… nightmares.

“Morning, night owl,” Mikey greeted as he padded stiffly through their apartment, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. He looked around silently, squinting a bit as he still hadn’t put his glasses on—he had left them in the bathroom the previous night. He rubbed at his eyes again and slouched in his chair with a slight wince at the stab of pain, taking a toothpick from the dispenser at the end of the bar, toying with it in between his fingers.

“Oh, hey… Morning,” Gerard replied, not even turning to face Mikey as he did so. As he waited for the pancakes to get cooked he poured himself and Mikey a cup of coffee. Taking a sip out of his own he set Mikey’s down in front of him. The same silence settled over them as Gerard headed back to the stove to make sure the pancakes cooked perfectly. Soon enough he served Mikey a plate, and taking a plate of his own and the syrup, he took the seat next to Mikey’s.

“Did…did you sleep okay?” Gerard asked before he shoved a forkful of pancake (dripping with syrup) in his mouth, his attempt at getting everything back to normal between them. But then, nothing would ever be back to normal. Not when Gerard spent the entire night being frustrated at himself for not having any other inspiration for his painting. He wanted something, anything—heck, he even tried painting still life, but nothing worked. The only image in his head was Mikey, at the brink of ecstasy, writhing and moaning underneath him as he rammed over and over into him, god his face was perfect…fuck! Stop, stop, stop! Mikey’s a foot away from you… stop it. Gerard thought, crying out as he bit his tongue accidentally.

“I slept okay…” Mikey answered, looking down at his food before shoving a forkful of syrup-less pancake into his mouth. What a complete and total lie—he hadn’t been able to sleep at all that night. Well, if he did, his sleep was fitful and restless. He kept dreaming about Gerard, how he looked like with his face distorted in a look of absolute bliss as his fucked him. The sounds he made… he had woken up in the middle of the night requiring a change of clothes—he had been so goddamned sweaty. Not to mention, he messed his pants.

The phone rang and Mikey jumped up, running to it to pick it up, grateful for the distraction. The tension in between them had been so thick you could practically cut it with a knife. He sat himself down at the couch as he picked the receiver up and held it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, Mikey!” The voice on the other end answered, and for a minute Mikey wondered who it was, before he realized. Alicia. His girlfriend.

“Fuck,” Mikey muttered under his breath, rubbing at his temples, closing his eyes as he slouched down onto the couch as well, ignoring the twinge of pain and the burning, throbbing sensation that followed.

“What was that? Mikes, I haven’t talked to you in forever! I miss you!”

“Hey! That was nothing… I missed you too,” Mikey answered automatically, a million thoughts running through his head. He was so goddamn confused. Gerard watched him from where he sat at the breakfast bar; his chest feeling like it was ready to explode, though he had no idea why. His brows furrowed as he shoved a few more forkfuls of food into his mouth.

“Why didn’t you call yesterday?”

“Oh… um, I was busy looking for work, I got sacked.” He said, raising his legs and propping them up onto the coffee table. Gerard had finished his food and was beginning to clean his plate up, putting it in the sink.

“You what!? Aw baby… why?”

“Long story, I’ll tell you later, okay? I gotta go, breakfast’s waiting… I’ll call you,” Mikey answered. He’d just have to tell Alicia later on, but then of course he’d have to leave out a few facts.

”But we just started talking! Breakfast can wait… Miiikey...” Mikey gritted his teeth, realizing for the millionth time how whiny Alicia was.

“Look, babe. Gee cooked breakfast, and I’m hungry, I didn’t eat dinner. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

”Fine, fine. Later, then. You better call me, Michael. I love you, bye!”

“Yeah, I love you too. Bye,” Mikey answered before he hung up, managing to hold himself back from slamming the receiver down. He sighed—what a distraction that was. A few minutes of silence passed as Gerard watched Mikey quietly, entranced without even knowing it.

“I…Yeah, I’m going to bed. Later, Mikes.” Gerard said softly, not wanting to disturb Mikey when he was looking like he had a massive headache. The older Way then quickly made his exit, making a quick stop to the bathroom. Seeing Mikey’s glasses there, he took them on his way out and headed back to the living room, quietly putting the spectacles on Mikey’s opened palm. Mikey opened his eyes and looked up at his brother, slipping his glasses on.

“Thanks.” He said simply, and Gerard nodded at that, heading to his room to crash.

Mikey stared at his brother’s retreating figure for a moment before he sighed, grabbing the remote from where it was on the couch next to him, turning the television on and flipping to a random channel. He watched at a low volume—he didn’t want to disturb Gerard—for a moment, flipping through channels but not finding a good show at all. He settled on a re-run of some talk show, and halfway through it he fell back asleep, tired as he was, his breakfast forgotten.

He never noticed the door opening and closing, and his girlfriend coming in.

Alicia quickly moved around the apartment, spotting Mikey on the couch. She wandered over, pressing a kiss to her boyfriend’s forehead, brushing his hair behind his ear and taking the remote from his relaxed hand, dropping down onto the couch next to him. She flipped through the channels on mute as she waited for Mikey to wake up.

“Come on, Mikey, I’m getting bored here…” She muttered softly under her breath, not really wanting to disturb the sleeping man beside her. So—bored as she was, she decided to have a look around the apartment. She started with the kitchen, making a face when she saw the stale pancakes. She threw them into the trash and put the dirty dishes into the sink as well—and that was as far as she’d go, she didn’t want to be doing any dishes.

And then she headed to Mikey’s room to tidy up a bit, laughing softly to herself when she saw his spoiled underwear and clothes on the floor. She picked them up in between her fingertips and threw them into the laundry basket before she shrugged and then headed back out to the living room.

And then she noticed the tape. Sleek, black and unlabeled, sitting atop the television. Her interest was piqued. She was so goddamn curious to know what was in it, but she can’t. She shouldn’t. This was not her place and she had no right to… but she decided to anyway. She couldn’t pass it up. Walking to the television, she took the tape and inspected it in her hands, before she popped it into the player and pressed play. She walked back to the couch and sat down, turning the volume up just a little bit, enough for her to hear but not enough to wake Mikey up.

“Hi, um… I’m Gerard, and this is Mikey. We’re brothers. And… we’re both straight, so we’ve never done anything like this before.”

Alicia raised a brow as she watched quietly. Her jaw dropped when he saw Gerard and Mikey kiss...she gaped for a few more moments, stunned silent by what she was seeing. When Gerard straddled Mikey onscreen, and they began dry-humping, she couldn’t take it anymore. No fucking more.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, MIKEY?!” She asked, throwing the remote at the television, but thankfully the glass didn’t break. She stood up, kicking his startled boyfriend in the shin.

“What… what! How’d you get in here?” He asked, rubbing at his eyes as he looked up at Alicia, rubbing at his shin.

“Answer me, Michael, what the fuck is that!” She just repeated, pointing at the television behind her. Mikey glanced behind her and felt his heart drop to his stomach. He bit his lip, hard pressed for an excuse, though he was sure that nothing was going to work. Not this time.

“We needed money…” Mikey said softly. Gerard had woken up, rubbing at his eyes as he peeked out of his door into the living room. His view was blocked so he stepped out, watching both of them in annoyance since they disturbed his much-needed sleep.

“I DON’T CARE IF YOU NEEDED MONEY! Couldn’t you have gotten a decent job? Mikey that is fucking sick!” She said, kicking at his shin again before she closed her eyes, pacing around the room as she rubbed at her temples, not knowing what to do.

“We’ll talk the fuck about this later.” Alicia then said, glaring at Mikey as she left the apartment, shutting the door with a bang.

“Mikey…what was that about?” Gerard asked in a soft voice—close enough to a whisper, even though from what he was seeing, he knew exactly what it was about. Mikey sighed and moved to the player, pressing stop and turning it off as well as the television, his heart beating madly in his chest.

“It was nothing, Gee. Go back to sleep.”

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Dirty Money 3/?

Mon, 15 May 2006 10:17:41 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 3/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: NC-17 this chapter, for porn... literally.
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author Notes: Dedicated to nancyscd. Comments would be awesome! Excuse the absolutely craptastic writing. >< I need a beta, yo.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2

The woman led both of them to a room on the far end of the hall. From what the two observed as they passed other rooms, this one was the biggest. It seemed, apparently, that this is where all the porn was filmed and all the magic occurred. Moans filtered out through the door, and both Gerard and Mikey were struck with how surreal everything seemed to be. A shudder ran down Mikey’s spine as the woman pushed the door open quietly, gesturing to the brothers to be quiet as well by holding a finger to her lips.

The three of them stepped in, and immediately both Gerard’s and Mikey’s eyes were glued onto the man on the bed, who was jerking off for the camera, with a blonde man wielding a camera moving from spot to spot in order to change angles. The film would be edited later on. The two watched the man work his magic for the camera, exaggerating his actions and the sounds he made. Unconsciously both Mikey and Gerard had gotten hard at the sight before them.

A few minutes later the man finally moaned loudly in release, and Gerard noted the way that his back seemed to arch clear off the bed as he shot his load into his hand and stomach, and into the air. The man lay back panting for a moment before “cut!” was heard, and the man with the camera walked back to another man with an afro standing at the other end of the room.

”Alright Frankie, that’s a wrap. Thanks for coming over again, we’ll call you. You can get your check and tape from her,” Ray said, nodding at the woman, “before you go.” The cameraman removed the tape and handed it to the receptionist for her to create a copy of and store before it was edited. Frankie gathered his clothes from the chair where he’d placed them earlier and gave both Gerard and Mikey a small smile and a curt nod before he exited the room, probably to change again in the bathroom.

“Alright, this is… Gerard,” The receptionist said, pointing to Gerard as she looked down at her file. “And this is Mikey. They’re brothers.” She said quickly, faking a smile before she left with a wave, the door slamming shut behind her and sealing Gerard and Mikey’s fate. Mikey heaved a sigh, and Gerard stared down at the floor if not at the man’s afro. Both of them were hard, not even bothering to conceal that fact anymore.

A minute or two of awkward silence followed as Gerard and Mikey took in their surroundings—the bed at the center of the room, two chairs near the door, and a dresser on which items such as dildos, vibrators, condoms and lube were placed. Mikey thought he saw a pair of handcuffs glinting in the light but dismissed the idea. But then again, he had no idea what kind of website this was. Gerard, as usual, was looking down after his initial glance around the room. Finally the silence was broken.

“Hi,” The man with the afro greeted, clearing his throat and waving at the brothers. Gerard waved back, but Mikey merely stared. The older Way nudged Mikey, urging him to say something back or at least do something in reply, so Mikey gave a curt nod.

“I’m Ray, and I’m going to be the director for today… and this is Bob, the camera man.” Ray introduced both of them, and both Gerard and Mikey nodded. Gerard licked his lips, whilst Mikey gnawed on his nervously. Another moment of awkward silence followed, wherein the two parties merely stared at each other.

Bob cleared his throat. “Don’t worry; we’re used to awkward silences like these.” He said quietly as if afraid to be too loud, scratching the back of his head. Ray nodded his agreement. “Especially if this is the first time either of you are ever going to be filmed while you do it,” The cameraman added.

Gerard chuckled nervously. “This is the first time either of us would ever have to do sexual stuff with another guy, much less between you know, both of us since we’re brothers.” He answered for both of them, hoping he made sense. Mikey glared at Gerard’s general direction, but nodded to prove that this was true. Both Ray and Bob smiled.

“Well, we’ll help you through most stuff.” Ray stated, and then turned to Bob, the two of them conversing about mundane things, as the brothers looked on. Gerard and Mikey glanced at each other and then back at the other two men in the room.

Ray looked at them with a questioning stare in his eyes, until he realized he hadn’t told the two of them to do anything yet. “Okay, so this is basically what is going to go down,” He said, and then gestured for both of them to sit down at the bed. The Way brothers immediately followed, sitting themselves down beside each other at the foot of the bed.

”Which one of you is getting fucked?” Ray asked bluntly, and smiled when identical blushes came onto Gerard and Mikey’s faces. The two looked at each other, as if telepathically communicating, asking the question that was on both their minds: who would be brave enough to? They hadn’t exactly thought about this earlier on. Mikey cursed himself for this fact—he should’ve. But then again, it wasn’t really entirely that easy to decide for himself and for Gerard.

“Well, um…” Gerard began, but Mikey cut in. “Me,” The younger of the two simply stated, and at this Ray nodded, and Gerard gaped. Bob was at the back of the room, sitting on a chair with the camera in his lap as he changed the tape.

“Alright, so Gerard, since you’re topping, you’re going to have to do most of the work… you’re going to have to prepare Mikey. We have lube there, on the dresser, as well as a condom if either of you are uncomfortable with going bareback,” Ray continued. Mikey and Gerard listened attentively, but their shared embarrassment was still apparent.

“Also, it’d be good for Mikey if he got fucked with a dildo first, since that’d let him get used to the sensation.” At this Mikey blushed crimson and looked away, tilting his head down somewhat, although it did absolutely nothing to hide the red tinge his cheeks had acquired. Gerard gulped and nodded, glancing at the dresser where an array of various sex toys was lined up. All clean, of course. And, aha, there indeed was a pair of handcuffs.

“And then, we want to see kissing, necking—if it’s possible, you could give each other hickeys.” Ray continued, and at this Mikey’s eyes widened and he shook his head. He’d completely left Alicia out of the mix for this one—he hadn’t even thought about her. Gerard shook his head as well.

“It’s okay for Mikey to leave some on me, but I can’t do that to him, he has a girlfriend.” The older way replied for both of them, and Ray nodded.

“Okay, we also want to get a shot of you two sucking each other off… We want to see hollow cheeks. Suck hard,” Ray said with a wink, and Gerard couldn’t help but chuckle. “Like you saw with Frankie, you also have to throw a bit of acting into it. So pretty much that’s it, guys. Right now what we’re going to do is have one of you introduce both of you, and then you start. You’ll be conscious of the camera at first, but you’ll barely notice later on.” Ray finished and Gerard and Mikey glanced at each other, an unspoken agreement that Gerard would be the one to talk forming.

Bob walked over to the three of them, camera at the ready, and Ray stepped back. Gerard looked at him, waiting for the cue to start. Once it was given, Gerard looked shyly at the camera, giving a small wave and a sheepish grin.

“Hi, um… I’m Gerard, and this is Mikey. We’re brothers. And… we’re both straight, so we’ve never done anything like this before,” Gerard said simply, hoping that it would be enough. Ray nodded and Bob backed away a little to capture Mikey in the frame as well, and the brothers looked at each other for a moment before Gerard dared to pull his little brother in for a kiss. Mikey visibly stiffened for a moment but then relaxed, returning the kiss, his eyes falling shut. Gerard’s arms looped around his brother, pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss, one hand coming up to rest at the back of Mikey’s neck, fingertips lazily drawing patterns as both of them got used to the sensation of kissing each other.

Ray had brought a dildo, a condom and a tube of lube to the end table, making sure he stayed out of the shot, before he stepped back, taking a seat at one of the chairs. Gerard and Mikey were left alone to fend for themselves.

Gerard slowly pushed Mikey backwards onto the bed, and the younger Way complied, kicking his shoes and socks off as he slid himself up onto the bed, never breaking the lip lock. Gerard kicked his own shoes and socks off, pulling himself up onto the bed so that he was level with Mikey, and then shifted to straddle him as they kissed. Ray was right—they weren’t even aware of the camera at all anymore as carnal instincts too over.

Mikey’s fingers ran through his brother’s hair as they kissed, Gerard’s hands moving to slide down Mikey’s chest and sides before pulling his shirt up and off him. The kiss was broken, and Mikey obliged by lifting his arms up above his head to let Gerard pull his shirt off before he pulled Gerard’s shirt off as well. The two of them returned to kissing heavily, their hands and fingertips busy exploring skin they’d touched before, but never in this way. Quiet whimpers could be heard as fingertips and fingernails dragged across nipples, pinching and tugging and twisting every now and then.

Gerard licked at Mikey’s lower lip, nibbling and tugging at it with his teeth as he pushed his hips down against his brother’s, creating heavenly friction for both of them, relieving a minimal amount of the tension that had built up from all the previous events. Mikey moaned as he rubbed his own hips against Gerard’s, his hands slowly sliding down to cup Gerard’s ass and squeeze, earning a low moan from his brother.

Slowly Mikey snaked his hand in between them, moving to rub Gerard slowly through his pants, and at this the older way broke the lip lock, looking down at his brother with a curious look on his face. Mikey continued to rub at his brother, even going so far as to squeeze him through his jeans. Gerard raised a brow, and Mikey raised one in return.

“If we’re going to be doing this, we might as well go all out, Gee.” Mikey said and pulled his brother down for another kiss, and for a moment the fleeting thought of ‘sure, why the fuck not?’ was in Gerard’s head. The two of them engaged in another searing kiss. Gerard’s hands quickly moved down to fumble with the button and fly of Mikey’s pants as Mikey did the same to his. Pants were quickly discarded, and Gerard kneeled up on the bed, waiting for Mikey to do something.

The younger Way sat up, slowly pulling Gerard’s boxers down, biting his lip as he reluctantly wrapped his fingers around the base of Gerard’s shaft, stroking slowly and eliciting a small moan from his brother. Gerard looked down as he watched his younger brother, who leaned over to tentatively press a kiss to the tip of his length, and then licked down the slit. Gerard’s eyes slowly slid shut as Mikey twirled his tongue around the tip and then took it into his mouth, suckling lightly. The older Way threaded his fingers through Mikey’s hair, letting out a shaky breath. The awkwardness of the situation did not fail to make itself apparent.

Pushing Mikey down again, he discarded his boxers and pulled Mikey’s off of him, then moved so that they were in a 69 position, with Gerard on all fours above Mikey. Gerard took the head of Mikey’s cock into his mouth, sucking and licking before he moved to take in another inch, and another, until he took as much as he could in. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowed; bobbing his head as he stroked with his hand what his mouth could not reach. Mikey was doing the same thing to his brother—both of them were acting on instincts, doing what they thought would feel good since they loved having it done to them. Gerard’s tongue madly flicked around the vein on the underside, and pressed against the bundle of nerves right under the tip. Mikey bucked into his mouth and Gerard had to pull away for a moment to keep himself from gagging.

“Mikey, hand me those,” Gerard said, voice somewhat hoarse, pointing in the general direction of the items on the end table. Mikey made a grab for them and handed them to his brother, and Gerard immediately opened the tube of lube, coating his fingers generously. Setting the tube aside, he continued sucking Mikey as he slowly circled Mikey’s entrance with his fingers and gently pushed one in. Mikey tensed at the uncomfortable intrusion and Gerard paused, attempting to take Mikey in fully to distract him—and look, he succeeded. Gerard swallowed around Mikey’s length, sucking so hard his cheeks were hollow. Mikey thrashed under his brother, moaning gutturally, lost in the sensations. Gerard took the opportunity and pushed his finger in fully, by chance hitting his brother’s prostate dead on at first try. Mikey’s eyes snapped open.

“Fucking god… do that again, Gerard, shit,” Mikey moaned, unaware that he even had that spot within him. Gerard followed obediently and slowly inched another finger into his brother, and then began to abuse his prostate, rubbing vigorously and alternately drumming his fingers onto it. Mikey could barely keep himself quiet, much less still—he squirmed and thrashed and bucked. Any thoughts of returning the favor and sucking Gerard as well were erased from Mikey’s head.

Ray and Bob were smirking.

Gerard quickly moved so that he was face to face with Mikey again, leaning in to kiss him hard, Mikey returning the kiss somewhat sloppily as their lips, teeth, and tongue collided, animalistic sounds ripping from their throats unconsciously. The older brother slicked the dildo up quickly, pulling his fingers out and replacing it with the… fake phallus, slowly sliding it in. Mikey gritted his teeth at the pain, letting out a series of pained groans. His face contorted into a look of mixed discomfort and pain, and for a moment Gerard thought about pulling the plug on this, but Mikey urged him to continue.

Once the dildo was fully inside Mikey, Gerard gave him a moment to adjust and then pulled it out only to push it back in. He started up a rhythm, imitating the act of love-making. As Mikey slowly got used to the feeling of the dildo moving inside him, Gerard increased the pace and force behind the thrusts. Mikey was reduced into a quivering mass of moans and whimpers as his older brother fucked him with a dildo.

Finally Gerard pulled the dildo out and set it down, looking at Mikey as he lined himself up at his brother’s entrance. Slicking himself up and completely forgetting about the condom, he slowly began to push in. Mikey hissed—Gerard was slightly bigger than the dildo so he was stretched once again, but there was considerably less pain than before. The younger brother’s legs came to wrap around Gerard’s waist, pulling him in deeper. The two let out identical moans when Gerard pulled out completely, save for the tip, and began slamming home.

Mikey pulled Gerard in for another kiss, and this time both of them kissed sloppily—but they didn’t give a fuck. Gerard was lost in the exquisite sensation of Mikey’s tightness around him, whilst Mikey was overwhelmed with the feeling of having Gerard in him, how full and complete he felt as though this was what he’d been missing all his life.

Gerard quickened the pace, thrusting into his brother harder, both of them cursing and moaning and grunting and panting as they got closer to completion. Gerard gave a particularly hard thrust, nailing Mikey’s spot and causing him to buck, screaming profanities along with Gerard’s name.

“Oh fuck… god, oh shit, Gerard please touch me…” Mikey pleaded, desperate to reach the peak of ecstasy. Gerard gladly obliged, stroking his brother to match the pace of his thrusts—the pace that quickened by the minute. Mikey went wild, torn between rocking his hips to meet Gerard’s thrusts and bucking up into his hand. Mikey raked his fingers down Gerard’s back, leaving red scratch marks as he did so.

“FUCKING HELL! GERARD!” Mikey cried out loudly—he later swore he heard the receptionist snicker as she passed by the door—his back arching clear off the bed, muscles clamping down on his brother as he came hard.

“OH GOD, MIKEY!” Gerard growled hoarsely as he felt Mikey tighten impossibly around him. One last thrust and he exploded inside his brother. His thrusts slowed as he rode the rest of his orgasm, and finally he collapsed onto his brother. Both brothers laid there, trying to catch their breaths. Finally they heard Ray calling “cut!” Gerard rolled off of his brother onto the bed.

“That was awesome, guys,” Ray said as he handed the tape to Gerard and Mikey. “Give it to the woman outside, she’ll make you a copy while you go and clean up in the bathroom. You can get your check from her too.”

The brothers got up and bade their goodbyes to Ray and Bob, picking their clothes up and giving the tape to the woman before they went to the bathroom to clean up. They took turns with the bathroom, and then headed back out. After they were given their checks and the details for their free subscriptions to the site, they left, not even glancing or talking to each other, the awkwardness of the situation multiplied hundredfold. Both tried to pretend that they didn’t just do that, but to no avail.

One thing’s for certain, though—things would never be the same between them.

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Dirty Money 2/?

Wed, 10 May 2006 14:09:10 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 2/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author Notes: Dedicated to nancyscd. Comments would be awesome!

Chapter 1

“All they said is to drop by their office and they’ll explain there,” Mikey stated, hanging the phone up and looking over at his brother, a sheet of paper with the address in his hand. He glanced down at it then looked back up at Gerard, doubts beginning to form in his mind. What if this was some psycho serial killer looking for brothers to torture and kill? He honestly didn’t want to be there to find out. But the money! They needed the quick money badly. Badly.

Gerard looked up from his painting at his brother for a moment, and then looked back at his painting, which was half-done and looked marvelous already. He needed to start saving money to be able to have his own gallery show, or something as close to a gallery show as it could get. It could be his big break if some critic goes to see his work. Or, then again, it could also be the death of him. So yes, he needed the money. “How much money are we talking about anyway, Mikes?” Gerard asked, his own doubts in his mind.

“They didn’t say, Gee. The woman on the other line said that it would depend.” Mikey replied, standing up and pocketing the paper before walking over to his brother, looking down at the painting.

“On what?” Gerard asked, looking up at his brother, who shrugged. “Well, we could go down there and see what this is all about. I’m going to take a shower, okay?” The older Way said, pulling off his work shirt on his way to their bathroom. Mikey nodded and then headed to his own room to change clothes to something that would be better. They might have to impress the persons that they would go down to see later on.

Mikey came out of his bedroom, all ready to leave, and went to living room to go and watch television for a moment while he waited for his brother. A few more minutes later, Gerard came out, and went to the living room to find Mikey there.

“I swear Gee, you take longer showers than girls,” Mikey teased as he turned off the television and got up to walk to his brother. It was true; Gerard took unnaturally long showers for a guy. But then again, he had a reason to, especially since he had to wash off all that paint that he inevitably got on him when he painted.

“Mikey. I have to wash away all the paint. That takes a while,” Gerard said plainly, rolling his eyes. “You know where we’re headed?” He asked as he began to walk to the door, flipping the lights in the kitchen off. Mikey nodded.

“I have the address on a piece of paper in my pocket. I have their number saved on my cell phone too, in case we need to call for directions. We have an appointment with them—well not really. They’re expecting us,” Mikey answered as he followed his brother out of the door, the key to their apartment safely in his pocket. He made sure the door was locked.

“You always think of everything, Mikey.” Gerard commented as he led the way out of their building and down the streets to hail a cab.

Half an hour and a phone call for directions later, Gerard and Mikey found themselves standing in front of a house. Just… a big house. The two looked at each other and shrugged, beginning their walk to the front door when two figures came out of the door, seemingly arguing about something.

“It’s just… wrong, Benji!” One of them spoke. It was then that Gerard and Mikey noticed that the two looked alike—probably twins. “It’s wrong… immoral, disgusting. Not to mention, illegal,” The man continued, and the one named Benji glared at his counterpart.

”Joel. It’s money. We need money.” Benji replied, and the one named Joel glared. The two were locked in a verbal battle as they headed back to the car parked on the street across from the house, what Gerard and Mikey assumed was theirs.

The Way brothers shared a quick glance before shrugging and making their way to the front door, knocking, and waiting to see what it was that had so upset Benji and Joel. A woman opened the door and ushered them both in after looking them over, and immediately the two walked in, observing their environments.

It looked exactly like a normal living room would to them, only there was a desk near the door. Probably where the receptionist—the woman who came to the door—sat. Gerard and Mikey stood by the desk, and when the woman sat back down, they approached. Well, Gerard approached.

“Um, we’re here about the ad in the paper?” Gerard began, and the woman nodded curtly. She seemed like someone who wasn’t exactly… nice.

“Yes, yes. You are brothers?” She asked, and both of them nodded. At this she nodded once and dug around in her drawer for a bit before addressing them again. “Well, obviously I have had to deal with a lot of people, so I’m sorry if I have a bit of an attitude. The ad is for, to put it bluntly, a porn website. A gay one.” She said, and prepared for an outburst from both of them. The brothers’ eyes widened, and a look of realization hit Gerard’s face. Mikey looked as though he could be sick.

Gnawing at his lip, Gerard gave a nod. “So um, what exactly do we have to do?” Gerard asked, and right about then Mikey punched at his arm. Gerard gave a hiss of pain and glared at Mikey, who was giving him a look that clearly said “What the fuck are you doing! Let’s get out of here.” But the older brother ignored it, looking to the receptionist expectantly for an answer.

“This is porn. What do you think?” She answered bluntly, and both brothers looked at each other.

“Just a moment, we need to discuss this,” Mikey said, pulling Gerard to the corner of the room and cutting him a look. Gerard allowed himself to be dragged to the corner of the room, where both of them proceeded to have a conversation—no, an argument—in hushed voices.

“What were you thinking, Gerard! They want us to… to have sex together. It’s sick!” Mikey said, finally understanding why Benji and Joel had been arguing earlier. Mikey was glaring at his brother through his glasses, but Gerard was returning the glare.

“You found the ad, Mikey!” Gerard argued, “It’s money. We need the money. You fucking lost your job, how in hell are we going to pay for everything?” He did have a point there. Mikey heaved a sigh and rubbed at his face under his glasses.

“Hey lady, we don’t mean to be rude, but how much and what exactly are we getting out of this?” Mikey asked from where they were. Gerard was leaning against the wall, staring at the floor and waiting expectantly for an answer. At that moment he realized how fancy the rug under his feet was—and he traced the intricate patterns with the toe of his shoe, watching the woven thread shift under his actions. Mikey blinked a few times, waiting for the woman who was still shifting papers around, looking at one after another, sometimes chucking the file into the trash can.

“Excuse me?” Mikey called out, taking a step toward the receptionist, and she finally looked up, a questioning look on her face. Mikey had to hold back a sigh of exasperation as he managed a tight-lipped smile. “I asked you a question.” He stated.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I must have missed it.” She answered, and shoved the rest of the files into the drawer of her desk, organizing the items on her tabletop before he looked back up at Mikey. This time he did sigh in exasperation. Gerard was still busy staring down at the rug—in fact he’d crouched down to trace the patterns with his fingertips. “Can you repeat your question?” She asked, and beckoned for Mikey to come closer to the desk.

“I was asking, how much and what exactly are we getting out of this? Do we get cash immediately?” Mikey repeated, refusing to budge from his spot. The woman blinked for a moment and then looked up at the ceiling as though she was deep in thought, and then opened the drawer of her desk, rummaging around for a file she couldn’t find. She sighed and closed the drawer, looking back up at Mikey.

“Normally we pay amateurs three-hundred fifty dollars apiece for one video.” She began, nodding. “Since you’re brothers, we’re giving you five-hundred dollars apiece. Plus extra if you do well,” She added. Mikey pushed his glasses up his nose, considering somewhat the idea of doing… whatever it was he and Gerard would have to do. “Oh, and the standard free membership to the site, and a complimentary copy of your video.” She finished, looking up at Mikey with another faked smile.

“Excuse me again,” Mikey said again and pulled his brother up from where he was crouched on the floor, rolling his eyes at the immature display. He sighed and swallowed hard, pushing his glasses up his nose again.

“A thousand dollars split between us is a lot of money…” Gerard began, and Mikey nodded, knowing it was true. They’d be able to pay for rent this month, and have some left over for next month’s. And then they just had to spend wisely while Mikey looked for a job. Or… maybe not spend at all.

“Yeah, but think about it Gee… All we’re walking out of here with is a thousand dollars, a subscription to a porn site we’d likely not be visiting any time soon, a tape we’d trash, a sore bum and bruised egos. We’re going to be practically selling our souls to the devil for this, just to get all that in return? Do you think it’s fair?” Mikey asked his brother, in a hushed voice, but the receptionist still apparently heard everything. The woman rolled her eyes.

“Mikey, it’s money.” Gerard stated simply.

“Dirty money.” Mikey argued, glaring at his brother.

“Money we’d have to earn. Money we need.” Gerard corrected, reiterating the fact that they needed the money. Mikey cursed the people who were stupid enough to invent money—or maybe not stupid. Just… greedy. He cursed the greedy fucks that hauled all of the money and left 85% of the world to die hungry.

Sighing, Mikey finally gave a small nod, gritting his teeth. Gerard raised a brow, tilting his head to the side. “Are we doing it..?” The older Way asked, and Mikey glared. He nodded again, and Gerard managed a small smile, pulling his brother into a hug.

“Um, lady… We’re doing it.” Gerard said as he approached the desk, and the woman gave a small smile, this time for real. Finally, someone who didn’t call her sick, perverse, or whatever other insulting word there is just because she was working her ass off to support herself and her kid.

“Alright, well, we just need you to fill up these forms…” She stated, giving both of them two forms to fill up so they’d have a file, along with pens. “You can use that table right there,” She said, pointing at the table inside the dining room. Gerard and Mikey nodded, taking the items and heading silently into the room, seating themselves and beginning to fill up the forms.

Both of them had to answer questions about their names, ages, sexualities—a question to which they both answered ‘straight’, locations, medical histories, current relationships, occupations… The usual. And then came a certain question.

“Gee. What do I put down in ‘sexual experience’?” Mikey asked, and Gerard laughed. The younger of the two kicked Gerard in the shin, and the latter winced. “Just write down what you’ve done so far, I guess. It’s a plus if you’ve done something with another guy.” He said, not looking up from his own form as he filled it in.

“This is so fucked up.” Mikey muttered under his breath. Finally both of them finished their papers and walked back to the receptionist, handing them over to her. She gave a smile.

“If you would please follow me,” She said and stood up, walking to a room. Both of them immediately followed, hands in pockets.

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Dirty Money 1/?

Wed, 10 May 2006 14:06:20 GMT

Title: Dirty Money 1/?
Author: sliverofglass
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
POV: 3rd Person, omniscient.
Summary: Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Author Notes: Dedicated to nancyscd. Comments would be awesome!

A loud crash echoed in the room, and the groan of the person who had caused it followed soon after. From the sound of it, a good amount of glassware had just been rendered unusable. He rushed to the scene to help the person who would no doubt be in trouble to clean it up, taking a broom and a dust pan and gathering the broken—and not to mention expensive—plates and throw them into the trash. He didn’t even know why he was helping this person—he’d gotten a fair amount of shit from her, just because he told her he didn’t date his co-workers and that he was already taken when she came on to him.

The owner of the restaurant came around, and at the sight of the broken plates he immediately launched into a tirade about how much they caused, how inconvenienced they are to have lost that amount of plates—it would mean the would be able to serve less people that day. At this Mikey raised his brow—the restaurant had never been full. Not that he remembered. Not even during rush hour. So what was the worry?

“Whose fault is this?” The owner asked, fuming. Mikey was about to point the finger at her, ethics and camaraderie be damned. It was his job in the stakes and he would’ve rather liked to keep it, thankyouverymuch. But she—the nerve of her—pointed the finger to him first. He didn’t even get a chance to mutter a protest as the owner launched into another fit of rage.

“Michael, I would’ve thought that you of all people would be smart enough to not do this!” He said, and Mikey inwardly rolled his eyes. That’s why they’re called accidents, for fuck’s sake. First of all, he hadn’t even done anything, and second of all… well, he hadn’t done anything. If he wasn’t getting his ass chewed out by his boss he would’ve already told the bitch who caused him the trouble off. Or at least he would have already done something to wipe the smug look off her face.

“To think I was considering promoting you for manager.”

Promotion. More money. Less… or at least better hours. Less work. And he lost his chance, because of that girl. Oh for the love of god, why did he have to follow his instincts and decide to be nice and help her out?

“I would deduct this from your pay, but if I do that you’ll end up with no pay at all. Michael, I’m sorry but you’re fired. You can get your final paycheck from me after your shift.”

At this the girl’s smug grin grew bigger, the owner of the restaurant left, and Mikey gritted his teeth. How could she have the audacity to do that? And the guts to even stay around after what happened? True, he would never hit a woman—it was against his principles—but he could do other things. Like glare at her (if only looks could kill), or retaliate verbally. But then again, when he was in a rage such as this, his vocabulary was usually reduced to two words.

“Fuck you,” Mikey murmured under his breath, and glared as she approached him, smug look still on her face. She laid a hand onto his shoulder, but he immediately brushed it off.

”So. Michael,” She began, “will you go out with me now?” She said, and with a wink, left him to clean up the mess she made. The mess that ended up losing him his job. He had to hand it to her, however, for the ingenious yet classic way she exacted her revenge, unjustified as it may be.

Cleaning up her mess, Mikey returned to his usual duties, finishing up his last shift. Once he was done, he headed home, final paycheck (the owner decided to hack off half of the week’s pay to help pay for damages) in his pocket, thoughts of anger and revenge and potential murder running through his mind. There he was again, out of a job, fired from the fucking job he had spent weeks looking for. How in hell was he supposed to manage paying for his half of the rent, the bills, and the like, and support his brother at the same time? Gerard was pursuing his painting, and Mikey was doing his best to support him. He did, after all, happen to think that Gerard was the next Picasso.

The door slammed shut in the small apartment that the two brothers shared as Mikey entered, seemingly in an upset mood. A dull thud reverberated through the space as Mikey threw his stuff onto the ground haphazardly and made his way to the center of their living room, glancing to the corner where Gerard usually worked his magic with his art; only to see that his older was not there working his ass off per usual. He was about to call out the other’s name when Gerard poked his head out of the kitchen doorway.

“Hey, Mikes!” The more cheerful Way out of the two greeted, smiling, before he withdrew his head. “How was work?” Gerard asked as he moved around the kitchen, creating the usual sounds of drawers being opened, liquid pouring, utensils clinking to/with glass. The silence answering his questions was normal and expected, since Mikey was not at known to be a noisy person. Finally Gerard came out of the kitchen holding a glass of orange juice in his paint-stained hand.

“Why aren’t you painting, Gerard?” Mikey asked simply, looking at his slightly shorter brother through the lens of his glasses. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his coat—the only sign that he was upset. Gerard picked this hint up, though made no comment. If Mikey had a problem he always came right out and told Gerard about it, so he waited.

“Cause, it’s my break, Mikey! I haven’t taken a break since I started painting this morning,” Gerard answered, and just when he was raising his glass to his lips, the younger Way grabbed it and downed the contents in one go. Gerard simply watched in half-amusement and half-annoyance. “I was going to drink that.” He added for effect, though it was fully obvious and was lost on Mikey.

“This morning? You wake up at noon everyday. Go back to work, Gee.” Mikey answered, setting the empty glass down onto the coffee table before he made to push his brother back to his working area. Gerard refused to budge from his spot.

“I wake up at noon everyday only because I go to sleep at fucking five in the morning. I work best at night, remember?” Gerard answered, shoving his own hands in his pockets. Mikey was acting unreasonably.

“You’re going to end up straining your eyes working in the dark,” Mikey said stoically, and thus begun a stare-down between the two brothers.

”What’s eating you, Mikey? Got a stick up your ass?” Gerard asked, his voice somewhat strained as he tried to keep himself in check. Wouldn’t do to piss his brother off even more, though his words would probably do it on their own.

“Just get back to work,” Mikey said, turning around and trudging his way to his bedroom. But Gerard refused to be ignored, and at that he ran and tackled his brother to the ground, pinning him down by his shoulders. Mikey merely stared back up at Gerard, unfazed.

“Michael, tell me what’s wrong,” Gerard commanded, voice silent but in a somewhat deadly tone. The stare-down continued.

“Back to work, Gee,” Mikey stubbornly replied, shifting under his brother in an attempt to knock the heavy weight off of him, but Gerard’s grip on him was too strong and he could not make the other budge at all.

“Just fucking tell me already, Mikey!” Gerard demanded, his grip on his brother’s shoulders tightening, making the other wince. “Is it Alicia? Did she fuck you over? Cheat on you?”

Mikey shook his head no, looking at his brother as though he was speaking in an alien language. Alicia would never do that to him, no matter what happened. Or so he thought, anyway.

“THEN WHAT IS IT!” Gerard finally exploded. It wasn’t a pretty sight, if Mikey could say so himself. But he always pissed his brother off anyway.

“I got sacked, okay? Fired, from work! So get back to painting, cause we need the fucking money from your art to get us through this week---GEEZ, GET OFF ME, GERARD!” Mikey answered back, shoving his brother off of him, managing to catch him off guard. He scrambled to his feet and glared down at Gerard.

“Couldn’t you just have told me this?” Gerard asked from where he was seated, looking up at Mikey.

“No.” Mikey answered, offering Gerard his hand to help pull him up.

“Why not?” Gerard took the offered hand and pulled himself up, looking at his brother expectantly, hands on his hips, foot tapping. Stereotypically like a woman or a mother, though he’d never listened to anyone who told him this.

“Because, you’d get mad at me, blame me for it.”

“No, I would have told you to find another job,” Gerard corrected, then walked over to his work area, sitting himself down in front of his easel. He picked up his paint brush and mixing plate, looking down at the various blots of color before deciding to use an angry red, dipping his brush in it and swiping at the easel with vigor. He worked at trying to transform his anger into art—and he was so far succeeding at it. Hopefully this painting would fetch them at least a hundred-fifty. If he worked hard at finishing at least one painting a day for the next week, they’d have enough money for rent. Already his worry was etched on his face as he worked, and Mikey watched his brother with seeming guilt. Gerard looked up from his work, to see his brother standing there, unmoving. “Go look at the classifieds, you fucktard.”

Mikey rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen, bringing the empty glass along with him and putting it into the sink. He retrieved another one and mixed another glass of juice. He brought the juice and the paper with him to the living room, throwing the still rolled-up paper down onto the couch, before making his way to his brother with the glass.

“Here,” Mikey stated, extending his hand that was holding the glass to Gerard—who looked up and gave a tight-lipped smile, taking it from his brother and drinking the juice down—their version of an ‘I’m sorry’ and an ‘I forgive you.’

Mikey made his way back to the couch and plopped down onto it, unrolling the paper and beginning to flip through the classifieds section. For a few minutes nothing but the sound of a brush against the rough texture of canvas and the rustling of a newspaper was heard throughout the room, but when Mikey saw a particular ad, he called for the attention of his brother.

“Hey Gee,” Mikey called out as he read through the ad in the paper. Stated simply, it said, ‘Brothers wanted, big money. Call now,’ and a number was written across the bottom of the ad.

Gerard looked up from his work to see his brother staring down at an ad. “What is it?” He asked, setting his brush and mixing plate down, wiping his hands onto his clothes—his usual work clothes, which by now looked like rags. He made his way to the couch and dropped down beside Mikey, staring at the paper for a moment as he tried to find what his brother was looking at—but when his brother pointed directly onto the ad, he pursed his lips.

“What do you think, Gee?”

“Go call them, Mikey,” Gerard stated with finality and headed back to painting.

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