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Set sometime after My Beautiful Romance; Gerard and Mikey are still together.

(Mikey's point of view.)

There aren't many tour bus rules, but we have to have some, just to stop us from going crazy. Rule number one: No sex on the bus.

Oh well, rules, as they say, are made to be broken.

Several months have passed since my brother, my lover, tried to kill himself. The scars on his wrists have nearly healed. He's started wearing long sleeves or black armbands to cover them. Right now they are bare. We are curled up in bed together, and he's sleeping softly in my embrace. His dark eyelashes flutter gently against his pale skin and he whimpers quietly as I kiss his lips.

"Gee, wake up" I whisper softly to him, trailing my fingers along his cheek.

"Mmm, nooo, it's too early" he whines, snuggling closer to me and pulling the covers around us.

I manoeuvre our positions and gently lay him on his back, and straddle him. "Shhh", I whisper into his ear, "it's midnight, everyone's asleep", I dart my tongue out and lick his ear "you're so cute when you're sleepy" I tell him.

Gerard smiles and opens his eyes, blinking a few times. "Mikey" he whispers. His eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles. His hair is messy, tousled from sleep. The last remnants of eyeliner still remain from the show we played earlier this evening. I could spend forever memorizing every detail of his beauty.

We know how wrong it is, of course we do. Gerard has had more trouble dealing with it than I have, perhaps because he's older, I don't know. The memory of him lying in a hospital bed flashes before my eyes and a shiver runs down my spine.

He tugs gently on my t-shirt, bringing me out of my dreams. "You ok, babe?" he whispers.

I lean down and answer him with a kiss. "I love you, Gee. You're so beautiful; you taste so sweet, like candy". I start to giggle helplessly. I bury my face into the crook of Gerard's neck, trying to smother the sound, so as not to awaken anyone. Sometimes I wish I could express myself as well as my brother.

Someone once told me that good artists and lyricists are always those with tortured souls. I believe this is true for Gerard. His lyrics are so achingly beautiful, but they are borne from torment and pain.

"You're so cute when you talk like that" he tells me. And sometimes I don't care that I can't express myself as well as Gerard.

I kiss him gently on the lips, begging entrance to his mouth with my tongue. He grants it, and we kiss languidly until our breathing starts to get faster, and our bodies ache for each others touch.

I pin Gerard's arms above his head and kiss him deeply, breaking the kiss only to pull his t-shirt over his head. I toss it aside carelessly, ravishing his body with gentle kisses and bites. He writhes under me, and I can feel him becoming aroused. I pull my t shirt off and it joins Gerard's on the floor of the tour-bus.

We tumble together, hot and sweaty and moaning, straining against each other, our arousals pressing together through the thin fabric of our boxer shorts.

I start to kiss my way down his chest, licking and biting at his nipples, making his moan.

Slowly, I pull off his black boxer shorts, and smirk as I see just how much I'm affecting him.

I lay between his legs, and take him slowly into my mouth, teasing the head with my tongue.

He writhes beneath me and whimpers my name, breathing heavily. I take him fully into my mouth, teasing and sucking until he is shaking beneath me.

"Mikey, oh god, Mikey. I'm so close. Ohhh..."

His moans are getting louder, and I'm worried we're going to get caught. I stop my ministrations and release him.

"Gee, shhh" I warn him.

But he is beyond caring. He moans at the lack of contact, and his hand goes to his painfully hard erection.

I push it away gently, and make my way up his body. I kiss his sugar-candy lips and brush his hair out of his eyes.

"Gee, make love to me?" I ask him softly.

This is something we haven't done yet. He's afraid he will hurt me, and to be honest, although I have made love to him, I'm a little afraid as well.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt-" I cut him off by placing a finger on his lips.

"I'm sure" I tell him "I want you to make love to me, Gerard".

He bites my finger gently, and smiles at me. He flips us over so that I am lying beneath him, and kisses me passionately.

Breaking the kiss, he puts two fingers into my mouth, and I lick and suck at them, coating them with my saliva.

I close my eyes and bite back a moan of pain as he pushes his fingers into me.

"It's ok, babe, it gets so much better, I promise" he reassures me, as he stretches me. His fingers probe and stretch gently, until he hits a spot that makes me arch my back and almost scream out in ecstasy.

"Oh god, Gee, whatever the fuck that was, do it again" I beg him.

He laughs gently, and withdraws his fingers. "I think you're ready" he tells me.

I open my eyes, and they lock with his. He places a chaste kiss on my lips and his hair brushes my cheek as he turns away.

He rummages around the side of the bed, and comes up with a bottle of lotion. His hands are shaking as he takes the cap off the bottle. I take it from his hands and squeeze the cold lotion into my hand, and coat him gently with it.

I guide him gently between my legs, and close my eyes as he enters me. I breathe deeply, trying to get used to the sensation of having him inside me. It only takes a moment, the feeling is beyond amazing.

"Are you ok?" he asks gently.

"Gee" I begin, but I lose track of all thoughts when he hits that spot inside me again "oh fuck, just fuck me, ok?" I beg.

We rock together slowly, kissing and biting at each other until he is more sure of himself. I want to scream with lust and desire; I want to shout his name. It's all I can do to keep my vocalisations to a loud moan of pleasure as he almost pulls out of me, only to push back in deeper, again and again.

With a cry of pleasure, Gerard comes deep inside of me.

My body shudders, and I can feel my release is imminent, but he pulls out. I ache for release, and can feel tears of frustration prick at my eyes.

I whimper, and am about to beg him to fuck me again when I feel a wet trail of kisses on my thigh.

"I want to taste you" he whispers by way of explanation. He takes me deep into his mouth, and sucks me off with a passion until I come into his mouth, my hands tangled in his hair.

He crawls up to me, and we lie tangled in the bed sheets, our bodies entwined, and our breathing heavy.

He kisses me deeply. We don't need to say "I love you", not just now, the words pass between us by some unspoken connection.

"You taste like candy" he whispers to me. Our eyes meet and we giggle softly, trying to get our breath back. We curl up together feeling satiated and loved and kiss dreamily until we fall asleep.

~fin~