Day 10- Domesticity

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: MCR

Ships: Waycest

Mikey woke with a lazy yawn, arms stretching forward onto the empty bed. Gerard usually didn't wake up until well after he did, so it was a bit of a surprise when Mikey opened his eyes on cold white sheets and nothing more.

Mikey went on with his day, though, and went into their shared bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face and take a piss, before making his way into the kitchen, where he smelled cooking bacon. As Mikey rounded the corner, his olfactory suspicions were confirmed. His elder sibling stood at the stove with a fork in hand, nude but for Mikey’s sleeveless band shirt. Mikey smiled to himself. Gerard was gorgeous.

Mikey wrapped his arms around Gerard, pulling him into a tight hug, skin against warm skin as their bodies pressed together. Gerard glanced back with a little smile, before softly saying, “Hey, Mikey.” There was a short pause. “And Little Mikey.”

Mikey chuckled quietly, because greeting his morning wood was maybe the funniest and dorkiest and most Gerard thing he could imagine. “You mind him at all?”
Gerard shook their head, then reached up into a cabinet, pulling down a tub of coconut oil. Mikey accepted it gratefully, scooping just a little of the fatty spread-like substance into his fingers and slathering it over his cock, getting it nice and slick before sliding it between Gerard’s beautifully thick thighs. Mikey groaned with pleasure, mouthing at the back of Gerard’s neck as he fucked their thighs. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Mikey sighed, wrapping his arms around Gerard’s torso once more as he thrust into the pleasant, warm heat, just barely aware of Gerard’s hands coming to rest atop his.
“Yeah?” Gerard asked softly, pressing their legs just a little closer together around Mikey, squeezing him just right, and fuck, it felt good. Mikey felt like an animal in heat, half-awake and chasing release between his brother’s thighs. It pooled in the pit of him, and he came, white spurts landing on the front of the oven door inadvertently. 

“Mikey,” Gerard said, half-exasperated but giggling, and Mikey looked up at him. He realized Gerard was trying to bring his attention to something, but he was too distracted by how cute their laugh sounded, the way the corners of their eyes scrunched up. He hummed and caught Gerard’s lips in his, sweet and chaste. Mikey couldn’t imagine a more perfect life with his brother if he tried.