I sat there as I usually did, curled up in the brown chair on the other side of the room. Watching the others. No! watching Gerard.
I had been watching him for as long as I had known him. Taking in each minute detail about him; his perfect form, silky black hair, beautiful brown eyes - the kind you wanted to get lost in forever, his flawless pale skin, the slant of his smile, the richness of his laughter, his long fingers and broad shoulders - where I wanted to be all the time.

It was then I caught myself moving my gaze from his exquisitely beautiful face, slowly down his neck, past his newly toned chest and stomach, and settling my eyes upon his groin. It was as though my eyes were burning through his pants, because at that precise moment his hips jerked upwards. I jumped a little from this sudden movement, averting my eyes. I realised it wasn't my staring that caused him to jolt. It was 'him'. That man sitting next to Gerard. He was whispering sweet nothings into Gee's ear. I knew I could never affect Gerard like 'he' could. Gerard would never love me the way I loved him, no matter how much I wanted it. We could never be together like they were.

I waited a few moments, just enough time for 'things' to settle down, to begin gazing upon this beautiful man once more. He could never understand how another person could find him sexually attractive, when he'd never thought he was, "How can he be in love with me?" he asked me once.
So I told him exactly what I thought of him, "Because, Gerard, you are beautiful. A Gothic God. You are truly the most amazing person I know. I'd fuck you too." A slight flush spread across my cheeks.

I couldn't quite believe I had just told him that. I was deadly serious, only trouble was, Gerard didn't know it.
"Quit fucking around you dipshit!" he laughed. Cue that really gorgeous grin that made me melt every time. He thinks I'm joking. Good. Or not. No..... it's good. Definitely good.
Oh!, Jesus, if only he knew that I weren't fucking around. I would never tell him though, he'd hate me. I couldn't have Gerard hate me. That would destroy me.

Ray and Bob knew how I felt about Gerard. I decided to tell them after I was getting seriously pissed at them for continuously asking me why I kept moping around the place with the 'little-lost-puppy-look' on my face. I told them everything, but not before getting completely pissed shooting back vodka after vodka after vodka. I needed the courage to look them in their faces and tell them everything, to hear their disappointed groans and wait for the onslaught of how I shouldn't feel this way about Gerard and how he was already with someone and that they were very much in love, (like I didn't know that already, I wasn't that unaware of everything else around me), and how I shouldn't mess things up for Gee cos he'd been through too much shit these past couple of years and he didn't need yet more shit adding to it...blah, blah, blah......
"You think I don't know all that already, for-fuck's-sake!!!!!" I snapped back, glaring at them both. Silence ensued. Fuck off! I thought to myself, I was so mad at them both, I just got up and left the room, muttering under my breath. They were right though, damn them both, pair of happy bastards with girlfriends and normal love lives. They would never know, nor could they ever comprehend what it was like for me, to be in love with someone so unattainable. My stomach hurts so bad right now. I feel sick.

Gerard's P.O.V

So! He'd fuck me too would he? The cheeky little boy!, I thought to myself, never imagining he would feel the same way about me as I did for him. I had to tell myself he was just fucking around, as I would have jumped on his bones right then and there, but that would have been so very bad. I have a boyfriend and I do love him, very dearly, and I couldn't break his heart that way. But now, there was another on my mind as I was fucking my lover. Making my mind wander at the most inappropriate times. Shit! Fuck! Someone? Anyone? Help me! I HATE MENTAL MIND FUCKS, and this had to be one of the biggest!

He didn't know, but the silly boy should have made sure that 'we' were otherwise occupied before confessing all to Bob and Ray earlier in the day. I couldn't sleep, so had gotten up and gone to relax on the couch in the living room. Some alone quiet time to reflect on earlier events and conversations. He knew I did this often, so he's totally to blame for me overhearing, he should have checked the coast was clear. Though, on the other hand, I didn't have to listen so intently on his private conversation.

Recounting said conversation in my head over and over again made my stomach flutter, especially when I got to the part where he told them; "I love Gerard, and I need to be with him, in his strong embrace, without him I feel so alone". Aaaaah! I thought to myself, I love him too, I realise that now.

"You okay?" I heard someone say, Gerard Way get back in the room, back in bed with your boy. Jesus! how long had I been away with my thoughts? "Gee, you okay?" he asked me again.

"Sorry baby, was miles away" I smiled, he smiled back, we kissed gently. Something didn't feel right. As we kissed I imagined I was kissing another, It felt nice, not at all wrong. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, like when you share your first kiss.
"I, err, need to pee" I said quickly, getting out of bed and pulling on my boxers. I hurried out of the room, closing the door gently behind me, and crossed the landing. I knew what I needed to do.....

P.O.V Change

I'd gone to my bedroom for a 'nap' following my conversation with Bob and Ray. I say nap, but what I really meant was that I needed to relieve myself of the ache I had in my loins. Yeah, just talking about Gerard gave me a hard on, I have it soooooo badly for him. I'm so frustrated right now. Bob and Ray had tried so hard to understand why I felt this way, they loved Gerard too, but not in the same way. They tried their hardest, they really did, they had that look in their eyes, you normally only see in your parents eyes. You know the one, where you tried your best at something but didn't do as well as they had hoped you would? Disappointment yet adoration at the fact you had tried your best. Shit! I'm making no sense whatsoever, I'm a total fuck up at everything.

I sobbed my heart out as I threw myself on the bed, secure in the knowledge that I was probably going to feel this way about me, Gerard and my life, for the rest of my natural born life. Unless I end it. No! Snap out of it right this fucking second! Oh God, here we go, my fucking conscience! You, you little bastard you will do no such thing, you can't and WON'T do that to Gerard. You love him, you say? Well show him, don't make him go through another death so soon, he couldn't cope with that.

After chastising myself, I nuzzled into my pillow and sniffed in the scent. This probably makes me the weirdest person in the universe, and it's not as though he notices anyway, but I regularly swap my pillow for Gerard's so I have some sensory stimulation for when I jerk myself off. It's not enough for me to just think about Gerard anymore, I now smell him too and picture his hand at my cock, it's him rubbing and stroking me, not me. God! I wish that was the case.

I inhaled deeply once more before flipping myself over and onto my back, my nose swimming with the gorgeous aroma of Gerard. Before I knew it my hands were unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to my ankles, before I kicked them across the room. With my middle finger, I slowly traced a line down my chest and over my belly button, lingering there for a moment, before moving down to the elastic on my boxers. Then as my patience wore thin at my poor attempt at teasing myself, I yanked my boxers down and threw them somewhere, I didn't care.

I turned myself onto my front, got up onto my knees, and put my face into the pillow. I liked it this way as I could inhale deep breaths, taking in the scent of Gerard emanating from the pillow. Sweat, shampoo and his cologne, for me an orgasm inducing mix, if I could bottle it I would. The pillow also served to muffle my moans and shrieks of delight as I came, thoughts of Gerard whizzing through my mind.

In position, I reached for my, now, painfully hard erection and began pumping it slowly, so as to make this dirty and oh so wrong, but nice moment last longer, I moaned softly, inhaled sharply, breathing in the fuel for my sick pleasure. Mmmmmm, bottled Gerard, i chuckled to myself. I sped up just a little, just enough for me to emit small moans and groans, interspersed with Gerard's name. Suddenly, I heard moans that I knew weren't my own, close by, in my head most probably. The sounds made me tingle all over, and as though they were willing my every move, I pumped my hot member harder, moaning, gasping, twisting, writhing, shuddering, my free hand grasping blindly at the pillow beneath, shortening my breathing........... "Oh. My. Fucking. God. Gerard! Mmmm. Oh yeah! Oh Jesus! I'm close......." Faster! Faster! Harder! Harder! I came, crying out his mane, harder than I ever had all those other times, shooting my load all over the sheets beneath me. My knees buckled from the pure pleasure rushing through my whole body, I fell flat on the bed. My stomach instantly cold from the sticky wet patch. I didn't care, I felt too perfect at that moment.

"Jesus fucking Christ that was so hot Mikey!"

Oh fuck! That wasn't in my head, Gerard! Everything stopped, my breathing, my body, my mind, right at that moment I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I wanted to die!

Gerard's P.O.V.

Standing in the doorway of my baby brother's room watching him jerk off, knowing that I was on his mind, was turning me on like you wouldn't believe. I watched every second of, what was supposed to be, a private moment meant only for himself. I chuckled to myself as his back arched and he moaned my name over and over again. I was beginning to feel a flutter in my stomach, and that all to familiar throb in my underwear, underwear, which funnily enough Mikey had bought me for my birthday. I again smiled to myself.

Gazing upon his beautiful, pale, slender body, I lowered my hand to my throbbing erection and began rubbing myself over the black silk of my boxers. That felt sooooooooo damn good. Moaning softly, so as not to disturb the awesome sight before me, my mind swimming with thoughts of what I'd like to be doing to him. This should have felt so very wrong. But didn't.

Spurred on by thoughts of making love to Mikey, something I'd never actually done with Frankie, Frankie was more of a friendly fuck, I could no longer take the over-the-underwear stroking any longer, I stepped into the bedroom and gently closed the door, not clicking it closed, mustn't disturb the man and his mission, I stood at the foot of Mikey's bed, grabbed my boxers and yanked them down.

I grabbed my hot, throbbing cock and began pumping fast and hard. I had to keep up with Mikey, I couldn't help it - Competitive Older Brother Syndrome. Hearing him moan out my name, the groaning, alerting the 'Gerard' in his mind of his oncoming and relentless orgasm, I couldn't help but release a breathy moan myself. Noticing, that as I did this, Mikey picked up that pace. I was tempted to really let loose and cry out, but decided not to, don't want to freak him out to the point where he would stop. I couldn't stop now, that just wouldn't do. Jesus, he looked so damn fucking sexy, smirking to myself at the realisation that I had done this to him. Me. God! I wanted him so badly right now.

As Mikey picked up pace, so did I, never imagining I could ever jerk so hard and fast. He was close, so was I. My body shook as I was pushed over the edge, biting hard on my lip so as not to cry out. I came fast, just as Mikey screamed out my name, fuck! that was amazing. I lost control of my mind, my body and unfortunately my mouth, I couldn't help it, "Jesus fucking Christ that was so hot Mikey!"

Mikey froze, shit! shit! fuck! What the hell? What the fuck do I do now? Mikey probably wanted to die right now, Jesus man did you have to blurt that out, couldn't you have just slipped back out of the bedroom, he would never have know you were there. You're gonna have to do or say something now. Well?...............
It didn't take long, and I didn't have to think, my body took over. My legs began to buckle as my orgasm subsided, I reeled forward, boxers round my ankles, and, unable to steady myself I fell onto the bed, almost landing on top of the now perfectly still Mikey.

"Hi babe" was all I could think to say in my post orgasmic bliss "I have to tell you something", what that was right now I couldn't say, it was the best I could come up with at that precise moment.

"Fuck off! Leave me alone, don't talk to me and seriously DON'T fucking touch me!" Even though his face was still buried in his pillow I could hear that he was close to tears, I just wanted to throw my arms around him and hug him till it hurt. I never, even as a kid, did what I was told and Mikey knew this, so his protests fell on deaf ears......

"I have to Mikes, I need to touch you" And with that I threw my arm around his cool sweaty body and breathed softly into his shoulder. "You. Smell. Heavenly" I said with a soft kiss to his skin after each word left my lips. Mikey now brought his face out from where he had hidden it, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink. He looked angry, embarrassed, happy, there were so many emotions conveyed in his face. His eyes told another story, they looked hopeful and showed a deep love and trusting for me, his big brother. I'd seen that look in his eyes before, when kids at school had beaten him up for wearing glasses, dressing strange and being skinny. I had been his protector then, and I was going to be his protector now. And forever.

"Mmmmmm" he mumbled "that feels so good Gee" he half smiled at me.

"Doesn't it just......" I replied with a smile, "though, I could make it feel even better."

Mikey lifted his head slightly and looked at me puzzled "How can it get any better than it is right now?" he asked.

I chuckled saying "bloody hell, Mikey, you seriously have a lot to learn about the ins and outs of gaydom!" (A.N. I like that word - gaydom - and if it offends anyone, then my apologies).

"Ooooh, ins and outs" smirking, the little shit, "I like the sound of that" he jested.

I couldn't help myself at that point and I leaned towards him and kissed him softly, slowly stroking his bottom lip with my tongue, begging for entrance, which was duly granted. That was it, that moment right there, the ultimate sign of affection and love. I wouldn't have cared if I had died that night. I was complete, Fulfilled. My brother's lips and tongue elegantly dancing with mine was like poetry. A work of art. Absolute heaven.

A few moments later we parted the kiss and I looked deep into his eyes, noticing how much more beautiful they had become. Fear and shame, turning into solemnity. His eyes looked peaceful, as though our inane ramblings had somehow pulled the veil of hurt from his eyes, making them clearer and more focused. They sparkled like stars in the dim light in his bedroom. Windows to his soul.

"I love you Michael James Way"

"Oh God Gee!" he whined, his face screwed up, making him look devillishly cute, I couldn't help but giggle.

I looked at him innocently asking "What? what did I say?" I knew of course, but I couldn't help it. I was feeling rather cheeky.

"Please......, don't call me that, ever again. That's Mom's name for me for when I'd been a bad boy."

"Oh, but you have been a bad boy Mikey, a very bad boy. I mean, you, jerking off thinking about your big brother all the while, moaning my name when you cum all over you nice clean sheets. Making me want you too, in so many dirty ways, ways that right now would make even the gayest man blush. But don't worry darling, I won't tell Mom!" Aaaah, Gerard 1, Mikey 0, I thought to myself when I saw the look on my little brother's face, sheer fright, no that wasn't it, maybe calculated thought. I couldn't help myself as I saw the pained expression on his face as he tried to work through my last ramblings, I grinned, and burst out laughing and was quickly joined by Mikey, who had suddenly got the joke and began pissing himself laughing too. Sheer genius on my part, I loved hearing him laugh. Deep and sultry. Shaking my foundations to the ground. It was music to my ears. I fell more in love with him right then and there, if that was even possible.

After what seemed like ten minutes, our uncontrollable laughter died down, well Mikey's did anyway, he was always the saner one. I was having trouble composing myself, occassionally offering out a little splutter of amusement at just how fucking funny I was (pat on the back for me.) He was glaring at me, and pouting. Ever such a cutie when he pouted, always thought so, even when we were kids I thought pouting Mikey was cute. God Almighty, had I always fancied my brother? Probably not, I mean there is a big, HUGE, even, difference between thinking someone is cute and actually fancying them, isn't there?

"Oooooh!" I think I was going to be hearing that noise a lot in the future, kinda liked it, so it didn't bother me. "You little fucker!"

"Not yet, but I soon will be if you keep that up!" I took a sneaky peak at his cock, almost choking on a cough at the sight of both our cocks being in such close proximity. This, I didn't need to see, as it caused mine to stir at the prospect of making love to my brother, that all too familiar flutter in my stomach made me avert my glance back up to Mikey's face. A face of confusion, and thought. Jesus Christ why did he think so much? I stared at him, laying there in careful thinking. He looked so damned hot, I wanted to eat him. Taste him.

Too many sexual innuendos and the knowledge that Mikey was only inches away was getting me seriously turned on, that sort of thing can do that to a man, even one with a cast iron constitution, which I most certainly didn't have, which was made all the more obvious when I cupped Mikey's face in my hands and lost myself in another passionate kiss. Sending a wave of electricity through my entire body, making me moan into his mouth, and my skin to prickle at the heat that was generated as our bodies pressed together. Bloody Hell! this was getting ......... "mmmmm".

Parting to take a gasp of much needed oxygen, I composed myself momentarily and tried to make my mouth work properly, so I could speak coherently. This troubled me slightly, as I had never been much of a talker during some of my other sexual encounters, why was this any different, I wondered to myself, quickly brushing the thought from my mind. Will worry about that later. Mental note to self: Just go with the flow and see how it goes.

"I've got something for you Mikey babe" I practically had to shout at him to get his attention. Hell, he was probably thinking again, trying to work out what i had meant by my earlier comment.

"Huh? What? You got me something? Well aren't you just the sweetest thing? And on our very first date too"

"Oh ha-bloody-ha! Funny little fucker tonight aren't we, Michael?" Shit! Gerard 1, Mikey 1. Scrap that, I ain't keeping score. That was just too fucking funny for words. Bloody smartass! A very nice ass, mmmmmmmmm. Focus Gerard.

"Well, I thought I was. Sorry honey, what were you saying?"

Pillow talk really wasn't going to be the strongest point in our relationship, ooops did I say relationship, well whatever it is that we have, I realised this quickly. You can't be in the middle of the best sex ever and go and say something inanely stupid and start laughing all over the place, could be a bit of a mood killer, and judging by that lack of any horny feeling I may have had, it seemed like that was the case. Never was one for pillow talk, which again begged the question of why I felt compelled to talk to Mikey in between kisses. Could it be anxiety at him being my brother? I'm not sure, I've always felt comfortable around him in any other situation, why should this be any different? Then it hit me - I was falling in love, real love, with my baby brother, I wanted him, all of him, mind, body and soul. I needed to get to know him, not like a brother, I already knew him that way, I had to get to know the private Mikey. Suddenly, this seemed like a daunting concept.

"Er, Gee? Is there anybody in there?", I shook slightly at the blur in front of my face, and realising it was Mikey's hand I grabbed it and before he could second guess me, I flung his arm down to his side forcing him onto his back. Just as quickly, I got up off the bed and straddled his thighs, making him gasp at the sudden contact. I looked down at the angel beneath me, at the yearning in his face. I smiled, astounded that there was someone who wanted me for me. He was there all the time, and I never knew. I love you Mikey. Keeping that thought in my mind, I slowly leaned down and softly pressed my lips to his, brushing them with my tongue, which was once again allowed entrance. I moaned into his mouth, trying yo convey to him the words humming through my mind - I love you Mikey. We stayed this way, kissing softly but passionately, for quite some time, something else which was new to me, but felt fan-fucking-tastic!

I desperately wanted to make love to my brother tonight, but, even if we didn't, that was okay too. I didn't want to rush things. I knew he would still be here tomorrow and the next day and the next, so I will not force it to happen. That I was sure of. I don't want to hurt him in any way. That would kill me.

"Gerard, are you going to give me my present now?" Mikey looked up at me with a slight blush in his cheeks. Oh fuck, how the hell am I going to control my desires for him, when he looks so fucking hot and sweet and so god-damned shaggable right now?

It really pained me to say this, and I'm sure I could hear my heart breaking "Sorry baby. Not right now, I'll give it to you some other time - I promise. Okay?" God that was so hard to say, but I was also proud of myself. Mikey was worth waiting for.

"Hum, okay Gee" I could barely hear his voice, and as a tear rolled down his cheek I was convinced I'd heard his heart breaking too. I feel like such a bastard.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked timidly, afraid of the answer.

"No I don't want you to go, I never want you to go, I want you always. I love you and I need you Gerard. You are all I can think about. You are my night and day, my sun and moon, you are the reason I wake up every day and not want to hurt myself. You are my everything and if you aren't in my life I think I would want to die. You keep me alive. Please don't leave me. Ever"

Fucking hell, if I weren't crying then, I was now. I felt emotions washing over me, every tear that fell down my face felt like it was burning my cheeks. It was hurting so badly. Hearing Mikey say those words, words I had wanted to say for so long. I couldn't help myself. I cried my heart out. I fell onto Mikey and rested my head in the junction of his neck and shoulders and sobbed. I was crying for Mikey too, how long had he felt like this? I was so overcome, I thought I was going to cry myself to death.

Composing myself, I lifted my head and looked straight into Mikey's tearful eyes and said to him "I love you too, I need you too. I won't ever leave you, I am yours now, my darling Mikey, yours forever. I want every bit of you."

Mikey's P.O.V.

Did Gerard just say what I think he just said? Am I dreaming?

"Err, Gerard? Did you just say you loved me too?" I asked him, not hiding the fear of his answer, though secretly I was more scared than I had ever been in my life. I swallowed hard as I gazed into his eyes, searching for the truth within them.

He said nothing. Dammit! What the hell is going on? My stomach turned as the silence grew, I felt like I was going to throw up. How I wished, now, that this was only a dream that I could wake from and everything be back to normal, well as normal as it could be when you'd just opened your heart to you brother. I had bared my soul to him and all he could do was look at me. I couldn't even gauge from his face what he was thinking right now.

"Gee? Gee? Please say something. This awkward silence is deafening. Things need to be said. If you didn't mean what you said......."

He placed his fingers over my mouth and simply said, "I meant every single word I said, I was stunned by my own admissions. Mikey, you've got to understand that what I just said to you has been in my heart for so long, bursting to get out. I wasn't sure until recently that you felt the same way that I did and I wasn't going to jeapordize our relationship as brothers by declaring my love for you. I know deep down that it is wrong to fall in love with your own flesh and blood, but when I look at you it feels so right."

"I know exactly how you feel. I also know my own mind and I know what I want - you, all of you." That was the most sure thing I'd ever said in my entire life. It was my epiphany. "I want to kiss you, feel you. I want to taste you, smell you, envelop myself all around you. Gerard I want to make love to you, pure and simple and forever."

"Oh Mikey, I want you to do all those things to me. I love you so very much."

That was all I needed to know. I slowly raised my hands and cupped his face, I kissed him gently on the lips, those soft lips, and traced my tongue over his bottom lip begging for entrance, which was granted. Gerard moaned softly as my tongue explored his mouth and his explored mine. My hands all the while stroking his cheeks, his hands entwined in my hair. This was the best kiss I had ever had, and I couldn't believe it was one I was sharing with my brother. God, I was so in love with him. I slowly moved my hands down and stroked his neck before resting them on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my palms. Breaking the kiss to breathe, I looked into his eyes and asked, without words, if he was sure. His eyes told me all I needed to know. I leaned slowly towards him, gently forcing him to lay back on the bed, there was no need to get out of our clothes as we had both taken care of that earlier. I straddled his thighs and leaned down to kiss him again, slowly at first then deepening the kiss alerting him to my passion building up inside, he could feel it too, the sign was unmistakeable. I began rubbing myself against his erection, eliciting gentle moans from myself and my brother at the friction I was causing. The skin on skin contact was incredible, I though I was going to cum right then and there, when Gerard suddenly let out a breathy groan. Damn! he sounded so sexy when he did that.

"Please Mikey..... I need to feel you inside me, please Mikey" Oh my God, I couldn't stand it any longer, I needed to be inside him too. I reached for the tube of lube I kept under my pillow - yeah again weird Mikey!. I repostioned myself between his gorgeous thighs, and kissed the pale skin from the sides of his knees up to his balls, which I then sucked into my mouth. Hearing Gee practically scream with delight caused me to laugh out hysterically. He didn't seem best pleased, so just to piss him off I did it again and placed my hand on his shaft and started slowly pumping. It was driving him wild, sadistic me, just wanted to hear him beg again, which right on cue he did.

"For fuck's sake Mikey, please, please. Oh no...... oh my God..... Stop! Please Mikey I need to feel you inside me, I want you to make love to me, please for the love of God, please."

I couldn't help myself, hearing him beg like that was such a turn on. I had to hear him again, I wanted to make him beg for me again.

"Touch yourself," I whispered.

Gerard swallowed hard.

"Stroke your cock. I want to watch you."

His eyelids fluttered closed as he slid one hand down his stomach, wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. He squeezed gently and moaned softly in the back of his throat.

"Not like that," I said. "Do it like you would if I wasn't here."

He opened his eyes and looked at me for a long moment. His cheeks were beginning to flush pink, and I loved how the flush spread down from his cheeks to his chest, loved how his entire body reacted when he was turned on.

"Jerk off for me," I told him. "I wanna see how you do it, it's only fair, you saw me."

Gee nodded and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. His hand began to slide up and down his cock in earnest and he took a shaky breath as he let his eyes close again. He spread his legs to give me a better view and slid his free hand over his abs and up his chest. He brushed his fingers over one nipple, then the other. His other hand was stroking his cock purposefully, not slow, really, but at a measured, unhurried pace.

"You look so hot like that," I groaned. I couldn't take my eyes off of my brother. I wanted to touch him, I reached for him but stopped myself, jesus that was the hardest thing to do.

My brother slid his hand back down his stomach, down his hip. He stroked his thighs, squeezed his balls for a moment, slid his hand back up to his chest to play with his nipples again.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed. I again reached out to touch Gee's hip but stopped myself and placed my hand on the sheet instead. "What are you thinking about now when you're touching yourself?"

Gerard opened his eyes, heavy with lust, as he slid his hand up his chest, up his neck, up to his mouth. He parted his lips and slid two fingers in and began to suck on them.

I took a deep breath, my eyes locked on Gee's full, swollen lips as they wrapped around his fingers, as he slid his fingers between them at the same tempo he used to stroke his cock. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and reached down, bent his legs so he could push up with his feet and lift his hips. He spread his legs and lifted his hips and arched his head back as he pressed his fingers against his asshole, groaned and smiled as he slid them inside.

I felt my breath catch in the back of my throat as my brother began to fuck himself on his fingers, I was in total awe of the sight before my eyes.

"I'm thinking about you," Gee whispered, his voice rough with desire. He slid his fingers in and out of his ass slowly, grinding his hips against them as he continued to stroke his cock. "I'm thinking about you fucking me. I'm thinking about the way your cock might feel on my tongue."

"God," I whispered, not even aware that I'd said anything. I took a deep breath and slid my own hands over my body, my lips parted as I breathed heavily through my mouth.

"I'm thinking about..." Gerard's voice broke as he slid his fingers even deeper inside himself. "I'm thinking about you kissing me when you fuck me from behind. I'm thinking about you biting my neck when you cum."

I couldn't stop myself from reaching out to touch Gee's stomach. His skin was warm and flushed and I could feel the muscles contracting beneath my touch.

"Oh, God," Gee moaned, arching his hips up, pressing his head back against the pillows.

"Put another finger in," I told him.

Gerard nodded, pulled his fingers out, slid three back in. He whimpered and turned his head to press it hard to the side.

"You're so beautiful like that," I murmured. "You're so beautiful when you're hard, so beautiful when you touch yourself."

"Mikey," Gerard whispered. "I want you. I want you inside me."

I shook my head slowly. It was killing me not to grab him, not to shove his legs up, press his knees to his shoulders and slide inside him, but I wanted to watch as he brought himself off. Just the idea sent delicious shivers all through me.

"Bring yourself off for me," I told him.

"I need you inside me."

"You'll get me. But I wanna watch you cum first." I wrapped my fingers around my own cock, didn't stroke it, just squeezed it to help relieve the painful ache. "You're so hot when you fuck yourself like that."

Gee's breath was ragged as he continued to stroke his cock. He began to slam his fingers into his ass, twisted and crooked them up to hit his prostate. He was making desperate noises low in his throat and he tossed his head from side to side. "God, Mikey," he gasped. "Oh, God, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

I couldn't believe how beautiful he was like that, how amazingly sexy it was to watch him pleasure himself.

Gerard was whispering a long string of words, not saying anything to me, really, just whispering to himself as he brought himself closer and closer to climax.

"Jesus, Mikey, oh God, oh fuck me like that, just like that, God so good so fucking good, fuck me hard, fuck me like a little whore, fuck me just like that, God, your cock's so good, so good, fuck me, God, need you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

He grunted and arched his back as he came. The noises he made were completely unselfconscious, his desperate whimpers and cries as he shot ribbons of cum up across his belly, his chest.

I leaned and licked a large splash of cum that stretched along the side of Gee's neck. I found his mouth and kissed him, Gerard's lips parting as his tongue hungrily searching out his own taste in my mouth.

"More," He gasped as I pulled back.

I grinned as I pushed one of his knees up to his shoulder so I could move between his legs. "Greedy boy," I murmured before licking up another glob and savoring its salty-sour taste before I pressed my lips to Gee's to share it with him.

I didn't even have to look to find the condoms and lube, just reached up and they were there where I knew they would be. I continued to kiss Gerard deeply as I slid the condom down my length, as I lubed up my cock and then slid a couple of lube-slick fingers into Gee's ass.

"Gonna fuck you now, baby," I murmured against Gee's mouth. "You want that?"

"Yes," Gerard gasped.

I smiled as I leaned up, settled myself on my knees and held my cock in my hand, sliding the head of it back and forth over Gee's asshole.

"God, do it," He moaned.

"Like a little whore, huh?" I asked with a grin.

Gee's blush was visible even over the sex flush that darkened the skin from his belly to his cheeks. His eyes closed as he smiled shyly.

"You're mine," I said as I pressed my hips forward, groaned as my brother opened for me and I slid inside.

"Yes," He panted.

"Look at me."

He struggled to open his eyes, but he managed to look up at me, his expression unguarded and full of love.

"You're mine," I said again.

"Yes, always" He said, still looking up into my eyes.

"And I'm yours."

Gerard smiled a happy, heavy-eyed smile. "Yeah." He reached up to touch my face, traced his fingertips along my cheekbone down to my mouth.

I kissed Gee's fingertips. I began to thrust slowly and Gee whimpered but didn't look away.

"Need you," I panted.

"Need you, too," He whispered, reaching up to grip my hair in his hand.

"Need to be inside you, need to be with you, need you next to me when I sleep." I stretched out over Gee's body as I continued my steady thrusts into his body. Our mouths were together but we weren't kissing so much as we were sharing one another's breath. "Love you so much, baby."

Gee finally let his eyes close. He slid his hand down to caress the back of my neck as his other hand felt up the tense muscles in my arm and shoulder. "Love you, too."

"Can't even tell you how much," I gasped. "Can't even tell you how much I love you, how much I need you, how you make me feel."

He opened his eyes again and smiled gently up at me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and pressed his fingers against my mouth. "Shh," he murmured. "It's all right. I know, Mikey. You don't have to say it. I know."

I closed my eyes, kissed Gee's fingers, I felt like I was going to cry. This was so fucking perfect.