And I Liked It

Rating: PG-13

Fandom: MCR

Ships: Waycest

Warnings: mild sexuality but no sex, drunk gee

It was past midnight when Gerard stumbled home from the bar, drunk off their ass. Really, they shouldn't have gone out drinking alone, but Ray said he was trying to get sober and Otter had work tomorrow. So, Gerard was basically shit out of luck in the drinking buddies department, but wanted to go to Friday karaoke anyway. 

In the end, the only thing the lack of company affected was their temperance.

Gerard could barely get their house key to even go in the hole, but eventually they did and turned it, staggering inside and remembering faintly to lock the door behind them this time. Mom hadn't been too happy the last time. They shuffled out of their shoes.

Gerard made their way downstairs, to the basement bedroom they shared with their little brother, clutching at the stair railing for dear life. As they finally reached the bottom of the stairs, they began to unzip their bulky black hoodie and take it off, revealing the greasy Misfits shirt they wore underneath. They tossed the hoodie into the laundry pile as they entered the bedroom and took in the scene. 

The television was on, pale blue light casting the room in shadows. Mikey was still awake, tired eyes staring at the blood and gore onscreen. Gerard took a few seconds too long to recognize the movie as Night of the Living Dead, and then slid into bed alongside their little brother.

"You're home early," Mikey commented, only a little surprised when Gerard settled in his lap, legs on either side of his and skirt leaving little to the imagination. Mikey focused just slightly too much on the way the meat of their thighs pooled over the hem of their black thigh-high socks, then said, "You drank too much."

"Mikey," Gerard sighed, rocking a little against Mikey's thigh, in a way that seemed almost accidental, as if they were just adjusting their position. "Mikey, I gotta- I have to tell you somethin'."

"Okay," Mikey said, face expressionless as he met his sister's gaze. "Talk to me, Gee."

"When I was-" Gerard hiccuped a little, then braced their hands against Mikey's shoulders and leaned in closer to him. "There was a guy. And he tried to kiss me."

"Uh huh."

Gerard leaned in just a little closer to Mikey's ear, breath hot against the shell, close enough for Mikey to smell the alcohol on. "And he looked just like you. And I liked it. "

Gerard moved against Mikey, this time a little more intent in the way their hips rolled to meet his, making sure Mikey could really feel it, and moaned unabashedly. Mikey bit his lip and let his hands come to settle on Gerard's hips, holding them still. In his head he knew what he really wanted was to be holding them down and rocking with them, but he just couldn't bring himself to.

"Gerard, you're drunk," Mikey pointed out, like it mattered, like alcohol alone was enough to make them want him. 

"You're drunk," Gerard huffed, catching Mikey's lips against theirs. Mikey could taste the rum on their tongue as he swallowed it. His resolve broke in that moment, his conviction that this was wrong - none of it mattered, got lost in the mixing of saliva and the way Gerard's body felt against his, waves of pleasure rolling through him as they moved together. The guilt that came with it almost made Gerard's mouth taste sweeter against his.

Gerard pulled away panting, a thick string of spit still connecting their kiss-bitten lips to Mikey's as they heaved for air like they were drowning. Their face was flushed red, and they looked utterly debauched with the way their t-shirt fell off one shoulder. They'd had it since high school before they lost weight, so it was just a size too big for them.

"Mikey, give it to me, I want-"

"You're drunk ," Mikey reminded them. He wanted to do the right thing, wait until they were at least sober- but if he waited until they were sober, that chance might not come back at all. So he kissed them again, and again, until he was sure their lips would remember in the morning when the rest of them didn't, and then pulled back, arms sliding up around Gerard's shoulders and holding them to his chest as he laid back down. When Gerard looked up at him looking all sad and dejected, he simply said, "I don't want you like this. I want you when you're all there."

Gerard whined pitifully and rutted against Mikey's thigh just a little more. "You're so mean to me, Mikey…"

"Mm, I know," Mikey hummed and kissed them again, soft and gentle this time. "Just go to sleep, Gee."