Seal It With A Kiss

I moaned his name as his soft, long fingers wrapped around me, pumping me at painful speeds. I heard him laugh quietly somewhere nearby. The blindfold over my eyes was preventing me from seeing this beautiful creature who was working miracles with me. I tried to buck my hips, urging him to pump me faster, but he just pushed me back down, telling me to be patient. I moaned once again as he dragged his thumb over my slit, gathering the pre-cum on his finger and audibly licking his thumb. I whimpered in sexual frustration.

Finally, his pumps sped up, working over me furiously, as well as him tightening his grip. I wanted to touch him, give him the intense pleasure he was driving over me. Just as I reached my peak, and shot into his hand, my eyes opened.

I sat up, soaked in an icy cold sweat. The sheets were clinging on around my middle and my hand was down my boxers. I gagged at my own sick dream and kicked the sheets off, revealing the wet stain in the late moonlight. I growled in anger, sick and tired of having these sort of perverted dreams. Wandering into my bathroom, I kicked off my boxers and tossed them into the wash basket, to await my mothers miracle soap powder. Or as I called it, since it got rid of every stain.

The hot water of the shower caressed my skin, making me feel refreshed and happy again. Even though it was only three AM, I got dressed. Pulling on my sweats and tank top, I hunted down my trainers, pulling them on too. The wooden stairs creaked from my basement room to the hallway. I couldn't help but creep up the other two flights of stairs, to his bedroom. His door creaked open quietly. The moonlight outside cast over his bed, making him glow in the silver light. I tip toed over to his bed and sat beside him, smiling at the way his honey brown hair fell over his face. His glasses lay on his bedside draws, though he looked adorable with them, without them he looked older and oh so sexy. His mouth was hanging open and I so badly wanted to slide my tongue between his lips and devour his taste, but I knew that was illegal, as well as disgusting. This boy, was after all, my kid brother. I was about to kiss his head when he turned onto his back and his eyes fluttered open.

"Gerard? What are you doing?" He mumbled groggily, looking at me with confusion. I knew I had to make up some lame ass story before he caught on to what I was thinking.

"I went for a pee and I heard you moaning. I thought maybe you could be having a bad dream. I just wanted to check on you." Even though we were the only ones on this floor, I still whispered so our parents couldn't hear us talking at this late hour. Mikey's eyes widened and even through the dim moonlight, it was blatantly obvious his cheeks were flushed red, I couldn't help but smirk to myself.

"I don't feel too good." I felt his forehead and he was burning up a little. I nodded and led him downstairs to the kitchen. I could hear the T.V playing quietly, so I guess mum was still up. Since it was near Christmas, she stayed up watching those Catherine Cookson tear jerker movies. I gave Mikey the bottle of fever medicine and let him finish the bottle off. There was only a mouthful anyway. The artificial light made his face look even paler than it was already. His neck looked kissable, as did his bare chest. Me and Mikey both shared the same habit of sleeping in our boxers.

"Boys?" I smiled at my mom in the doorway while I wet a cold cloth. Mikey shivered a little but his face was still flushed. She took Mikey's temperature while I sat behind him on the counter and pressed the cloth to the back of his neck. I just want to kiss him so bad. He shivered as the cold water trickled down his back. A perfect excuse for me to touch him. I ran my finger up his warm, bare skin to wipe away the water.

"Your a little hot Mikey." Mom told him, looking at the thermometer. Correction mother, he's very hot! I grinned to myself behind him and flipped the cloth over. I think I heard Mikey's stomach before he felt the bile rising in his stomach. He hopped down from the counter and dropped beside the bin before filling it with his dinner. I jumped down after him and rubbed his back soothingly. Ignore the fact he's bent down in front of you. Please ignore that fact. I guessed it was too late, he obviously felt me harden behind him. He shuffled backwards a little as he dry heaved again and his crotch ground down on me. It was so hard not to moan. I couldn't move either since I was between Mikey and my mom was right beside me.

Once Mikey was sure he wasn't going to throw up again, I was able to turn around a little and rush out without either of them seeing why I was in such a rush, though Mikey probably all ready knew.

*Time Elapse*

Blinking into the light, I tried to get used to the brightness with my hand above my eyes. I groaned and laid back, my eyes closed tight. I might love him in more ways than one but he was the most annoying little brother ever. Mikey sat on my stomach beneath the sheets and straddled me. I could practically feel his grin burning through me.

"What?" I groaned, just wishing I could go back to sleep.

"Gerard, I wanna ask you something. Wake up." I could have hugged him so tight. His voice was small and full of innocence. I smiled and sat up, opening my eyes and letting them adjust painfully to the light.Mikey lent back until he was leaning on his elbows but his legs still bent at either side of mine. Out of habit. he sat between my legs with his back against my chest and his arms resting on my bent knees. I smiled and lent back against my headboard.

"Gerard?" His voice was a whisper. I pulled the string and turned off the light in the room, casting a black veil of shadow over my room again, the light was getting too painful. It was around eight AM but I was in the basement so it was always so dark.

"Come meet a friend with me? Like...now?" I groaned but accepted. Mikey squealed and went back upstairs while I got changed. Mikey's friends were annoying, but it depended on who it was. I sighed and pulled on my jet black skinny jeans and Smashing Pumpkins Tee shirt.

Mikey was quickly rushing me with my Vans and pulling me out of the front door.

It was Frank we ended up meeting. Mikey's adorable, lovable and always hyperactive little friend. I liked Frank, we got on, but he could be a little too active at times.

"Mikey! Gerard!" He grinned and sprinted down the street towards us. Mikey braced himself for the impact of Frank's smaller body diving at him.

"Come on Mikey! We have a weeks worth of dare games to make up for you getting sick Michael James Way! You too Gerard, since your here." The, once again, I felt myself getting pulled along into a dare game into the middle of a local play area.