Brother, if you have the chance to pick me up...

Rating: NC-17, Dead Dove

Fandom: MCR

Ships: Waycest

Warnings: Underage, Noncon, Manipulative Gerard

Heat hung, heavy and suffocating, in the stale air of the basement. A single streak of moonlight lit the room, just barely enough for Mikey to see by. His mouth was dry, contrasting the uncomfortable moisture that coated the rest of his body, thin sheets and sleep clothes clinging to his pale skin. Blearily, he reached for the small cup on his bedside table and sat up, taking a long drink of water. Some of the liquid spilled over as he drank, wetting his chest and the front of his pajama shirt. 

The cool splash of water brought Mikey fully to the waking world, and he became dimly aware of the tent in his pants as he set the glass back down on the table. 

Mikey wasn't completely innocent. As much as his parents perhaps wished he would stay a sweet little kid forever, he was growing up, that was inevitable. He knew that he was going through puberty and changes were happening to his body, and for some reason, that meant getting random boners, like, all day and even while he was asleep. And yeah, boners , he knew what they were called, he talked to other kids his age.

The problem was dealing with them when he shared a room with his older brother, Gerard. He looked to his side, eyes scanning over the sleeping figure next to him in bed. Mikey studied the slow rise and fall of his chest, rhythmic and relaxed, before concluding Gerard was definitely asleep. He took off his wet shirt and scrambled to steal some of Gerard's hand lotion out of the drawer of the bedside table- they wouldn't miss it. He pushed down his boxers and pajama shorts and squirted some of the pink lotion into his hand. It smelled floral and sweet- maybe it was supposed to be cherry blossom or something, Mikey couldn't really read the label in the dim light. He checked again to make sure Gerard was still asleep, before reaching down and starting to stroke.

Mikey let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, mouth falling open in a silent sigh. The lotion was pleasantly cool against his flushed, sweaty skin, and a wave of pleasure washed over him as he stroked his length. He bit his lip in an attempt to stay quiet, and mostly, it worked. But as he stroked faster and faster, chasing his release, the sound of skin wet against skin began to fill the room, and by that point, Mikey was so close, he couldn't just stop, he needed release now, and-

Mikey froze up at the sound of sheets shuffling and the weight on the mattress shifting. His hand came to a slightly slower still on his dick. He turned to face the lump in the sheets where his brother laid, eyes meeting in the darkness.

“Mikey?” Gerard said, blinking slowly. His gaze flitted down to Mikey's hand, still on his hard cock, and then back up at him. "What are you doing?"

"I-" Mikey turned bright red and let his hand fall from around his cock, desperately searching for words. "I was just- I get- My, um… I got a boner while I was sleeping, so I- I was… trying to make it go down…"

Mikey felt small under Gerard's gaze, shrinking back and pushing his hands between his legs, trying to hide his still-hard dick so he wouldn't feel so vulnerable. It felt impossible to meet Gerard's eyes.

"While you were sleeping?" Gerard asked, raising his eyebrows a little. "Well, what were you dreaming about?"

"Um…" Mikey squirmed, squeezing his eyelids shut as he tried to remember. "Uh, I was in Japan, and…"

He opened his eyes again and let out a huff of frustration, gaze trained on his knees. "What does this have to do with me getting a boner in my sleep?"

"Oh, nothing, just wondering. Sometimes I have weird sex dreams and wake up with one," Gerard dismissed, waving a hand and scooting a little closer. He reached forward and pulled Mikey's hands away from where they were, shielding his dick from view. "Want some help?"

"What?" Mikey asked, incredulous. And here he was expecting to get in trouble for touching himself. "I- No, I can handle it on my own…"

"C'mon, I'll show you something that feels really good," Gerard insisted, resting his hand on Mikey's thigh, pressing his weight down on him, like he was trying to trap him there. Mikey whined a little and leaned back, propping himself up by his wrists. Gerard, apparently, took that as a go-ahead and shuffled back on the bed so he could lay on his tummy, bracing his palms against Mikey's thighs.

Mikey swallowed hard. He didn't really want this, but- he was supposed to want it, right? Sex was something desirable, so why did he want to shy away from his brother's touch? 

He gasped and flinched away when Gerard's wet, warm lips made first contact with the head of his cock. It was almost too much at once, the gentle suction as Gerard took Mikey further into his mouth, until his nose was buried in the thin hairs there that were just starting to grow in. Mikey made a noise somewhere between a keen and a cry for help, and he tried to squirm away. Gerard's hands fell lower, reaching around to grab Mikey's ass- he was trapped. Mikey shuffled back on the sheets, straining against Gerard's weight as he moved.

Gerard pulled off of his dick with a wet pop , and Mikey couldn't make out his eyes in the dark shadow cast over them, but he could quite clearly hear the threat in his voice as he growled, "Be fucking still."

"Okay, I'm sorry," Mikey forced out, almost pitifully. He felt utterly pathetic. He was supposed to be enjoying this, right? Other guys talked about wanting their dicks sucked all the time, and now it was happening to him, and it just felt bad and overwhelming and too much, and he felt crazy. Gerard didn't care, sinking back down on him, pleasuring Mikey's body with his mouth, even though Mikey's head was fucking miles away. Mikey was half convinced he was dying. 

Eventually, Gerard brought Mikey to an orgasm he didn't particularly enjoy. In all honesty, he'd zoned out, hid in the back of his own head and tried not to recoil at the wet suckling sounds Gerard made around him- it was better that way. When he came, he didn't make a sound much louder than a whimper, and tried not to look at Gerard when he pulled off his soft dick.

"Can I go back to sleep now?" Mikey asked, a high whine in his voice, which was evidently the wrong thing to ask. 

"You're so selfish," Gerard answered, and it felt like a stab to the heart to hear it from his brother, who he'd always looked up to. He never wanted to disappoint Gerard, much less make him think he was selfish.

"What?" Mikey asked, voice cracking a little.

"I mean, you can go to sleep, I guess," Gerard huffed, then ran a hand over the tented front of his pajama pants. "I was just expecting you to return the favor since you got me excited."

Mikey couldn't respond for a moment, too stunned, just staring at Gerard's hand as it moved across his hardened length. Gerard let out a pleasured sound that jolted Mikey back to reality. 

"I- Gee, I dunno if we should-"

"C'mon, Mikey," Gerard insisted, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his pajamas. "I helped you and you didn't even thank me. I'm starting to think you're taking advantage of my kindness."

Mikey frowned slightly. It wasn’t like he didn’t appreciate the favor Gerard had just done for him, or at least, like the idea of appreciating what he was pretty sure was supposed to be a favor. He didn’t really like it, but he knew he should, so he appreciated it, or pretended to, not that he ever learned the difference between the two.

“Mikey,” Gerard said, a little more firmly, and grabbed Mikey’s hand, leading it toward the tent in his pants. “Just this once, okay?”

"Okay," Mikey said, his voice small and weak and god, he was shaking. He took a deep breath and pulled his brother's pajama pants down a little. He jumped back, almost surprised when Gerard's hard, leaking cock sprung free. He wanted to look away, but he didn't, afraid Gerard would get mad at him.

"You must have gotten pretty, uh…" Mikey swallowed. He was intimidated just by the sheer size of the thing. He looked up at Gerard's eyes again, searching for confirmation. "You want me to put it in my mouth?"

“Yeah,” Gerard said, half a sigh, and guided Mikey’s hand closer, until his fingers wrapped clumsily around the shaft. Gerard pulled his hand back. “Come on, little brother, you can do this for me.”

The way Gerard said it, called him ‘little brother’, made Mikey want to recoil in disgust. It felt icky in a way he couldn’t describe, because Gerard never called him ‘little brother’. Sure, it was an objective statement of fact, he probably called Mikey his little brother to other people, but here, in this context, it sounded wrong. Perverted. Like even though he was saying it to Mikey, it wasn’t for him.

Mikey nodded slowly and forced himself to start stroking Gerard's length before he got mad at him again. He wanted to please Gerard, he really did, and he wanted to pay him back for doing him a favor. It was supposed to be a favor, right?

Gerard bit his bottom lip and sucked in a sharp breath as Mikey moved his hand, slow and clumsy, along his length. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting his hand clasp over Mikey's and guide it along. 

"Like- fuck, just like that Mikes, good boy, so good for me," Gerard panted. Mikey felt wrong, out of place. He got the feeling he was supposed to be enjoying this, getting something out of it like Gerard so clearly was, but he just felt sort of gross, as hard as he tried to like it.

Gerard groaned and reached forward, hand wrapping around the back of Mikey's neck and pulling him forward. 

"Fuck, Mikey," he said, breathless and forced, "Mikey, c'mere, want you to- come on, suck me."

"Gee, I-"

Mikey was fighting against the hand on the back of his neck, but Gerard was bigger, and much, much stronger, and it was little use. He toppled over and caught himself with his arms around Gerard's hips, his head landing just above his navel and nose just inches from the tip of his cock. The basement didn't feel so hot just a few seconds ago. 

"Just do it, Mikey, please," Gerard said- no- begged, desperation and want permeating his voice. Mikey blinked away the beginnings of tears and nodded, tongue timidly darting across the tip of Gerard's cock. He recoiled a little. It was slimy, and a little tangy. He wasn't expecting that.

"Mikey," Gerard said, a little more harshly, and tangled his fingers in Mikey's hair, pulling him back to where he was. "Come on, don't be a tease."

Mikey forced his lips open and wrapped them around Gerard's cock, sucking softly and trying to ignore the weird sensation of the fluid on his tongue. He looked with wide eyes up at Gerard, desperate for confirmation that he was doing the right thing, that he was making his brother proud. Gerard made a noise in his throat, choked off and half-strangled, running a hand through Mikey's hair as he spoke.

"Fuck, yeah, that's it, baby brother…" 

There it was again, that icky feeling that crawled down his spine, like he was being… used , or taken advantage of, which he wasn't because Gerard had just done this for him and he was only repaying the favor, right? But it felt so wrong in a way Mikey couldn't place. He shut his eyes and sunk down a little further, trying to imitate the way Gerard did it, but it was just so big , and Mikey had to pull back when he gagged on it, tongue dangling loosely and dripping with saliva.

"Mikey," Gerard groaned, tugging at Mikey's hair again. "Why'd you stop?"

"My- I gagged, 'm sorry," Mikey said, barely a whimper.

"It's okay," Gerard reassured, fingers combing through Mikey's hair so gently he was sure he could fall back asleep under their touch. Mikey felt his eyelids beginning to droop despite himself. He'd come down from his own high, and the tiredness washed over him gently, waves after waves calling him back to sleep.

"Can we stop?" Mikey asked, his voice soft. "I'm really sleepy."

"No, come on, just let me finish," Gerard replied, and the way he said it made it sound like he really needed it, and… Mikey didn't want to be selfish. He could do that much and then go to sleep.

"Okay," Mikey sighed, and agreed to himself he wouldn't try to take more than he could handle this time. He let his lips once more envelop the hot, flushed tip of Gerard's cock, licking away the fluid that pooled at the top and bobbing his head softly as he suckled. Gerard moaned as Mikey pleasured him, tugging softly at his hair. Mikey really wanted to go back to sleep already, but he could push through, just a little longer, he told himself. Gerard's noises were getting higher, more desperate, like he was just about to tip over the edge, and-

Without warning, Mikey felt his head being pushed down, forced further onto Gerard's cock. He tried weakly to resist, but then Gerard's other hand fisted in his hair, shoving him down harder, and Gerard was bucking his hips, thrusting erratically into Mikey's mouth. It hit the back of his throat, jolts of force into him, and his body wanted to gag but couldn't give itself room to under the weight of Gerard's arms, and it just kept hitting, and Mikey couldn't breathe. He choked around Gerard's cock, desperate for air and scrabbling to push himself off with no relief. His efforts were rewarded with a warm, thick gush of salty, tangy fluid down his throat that he could barely taste on the back of his tongue. 

Gerard finally released his vice grip on Mikey and he pulled back with a gasp, spluttering and coughing in the same breath. Mikey made a sickly sound and lurched forward, watching the white fluid drip from his tongue and into his hand. 

"Sorry," Gerard panted, though he didn't really sound apologetic at all. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Mikey's hair. All Mikey could think of was where his mouth had been. 

"I just got too excited. I couldn't help myself," Gerard said softly.

Mikey shrugged and spat into his hand, then wiped it off on the sheets. He had to change them tomorrow anyway. He swallowed a few times. Each contraction of the muscles in his throat sent a new, bruised and sore pain through them, where every motion hurt just to make.

"'S fine," Mikey said, even though it wasn't fine at all. Gerard didn't mean to hurt him. Gerard would never hurt him on purpose. 

He leaned over and pulled himself into Gerard's lap, wrapping his arms around him for some semblance of comfort, even though Gerard was the one who hurt him in the first place. He rested his head on his brother's shoulder, ignoring it when Gerard reached down to fix the waistband of his pants. Mikey's eyes slowly fluttered shut, and Gerard's hands returned to their place in his hair, soft movements slowly lulling him into a dreamless sleep.