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Mikey rolls closer to Gerard and goes back to sleep.

Several hours later, something wakes him. It's dark in the basement, but Mikey recognizes the sound, the slap of skin against skin. Gerard is jerking off, right next to him.

Gerard's breathing hard, but like he's trying to stay quiet about it. Mikey's cock hardens sympathetically, and the jeans he's still wearing get tighter.

Mikey moves closer, nuzzling Gerard's neck. He knows he does this in his sleep sometimes, but Gerard stills, like he knows Mikey is awake.

“Gee,” Mikey whispers, and Gerard goes even more still, every muscle tense.

“Mikey?” Gerard whispers back, sounding broken.

“Don't stop,” Mikey says softly, and presses his cock against Gerard's hip. “Please.”

“God,” Gerard says. “This is so wrong...”

“Please,” Mikey says again, and swallows audibly. He wants this so badly he can't think. He wants to hear Gerard get off, wants to keep going.

Something in his voice must get to Gerard, and he slides his hand back down his cock. It's a slick sound; Gerard must be using something, lotion or lube. Mikey's cock throbs.

Gerard turns his head into Mikey's, so that they are face to face, close enough to kiss. Their breathing intermingles, hot and sour. Mikey licks his lips.

“Please,” Mikey says, like it's the only word he knows anymore. Gerard leans closer and kisses his cheek, breath hitching.

Mikey whines, pushing his cock against Gerard's side. He's throbbing now, and he had no idea he could ever be so turned on. He brushes his lips against Gerard's, and Gerard gasps and pushes up into his hand.

“Kiss me, Gee,” Mikey manages to say, panting now. Gerard moans and complies. It's hot and wet, Gerard's tongue pushing into Mikey's mouth sloppily. Mikey thinks he's too far gone to be gentle, but he doesn't mind. It's perfect just the way it is, and Mikey nips Gerard's bottom lip, sharp and wanting, making him groan.

Mikey works his hand down to the front of his jeans, cupping himself through the worn denim before undoing the button and zipper. He thrusts his hand down into his underwear and wraps his hand around his leaking cock, and Gerard makes a broken, wanting sound.

“Yeah, do it,” Gerard says, soft like he's afraid to speak any louder. Mikey knows he is afraid – of how turned on he is now, of how wrong this is, of how fucking right this is.

His hand around his cock, stroking, Mikey kisses Gerard again. It's still sloppy but there's an edge of desperation on both their parts making it frenzied and fast.

Gerard's rocking his hips now, pumping up into his hand, and he makes a fragmented sound when he tenses up and comes.

Mikey's right there with him, and he bites Gerard's lip when he finally goes over the edge.

They lie there in each other's arms, panting and sated, Gerard kissing Mikey's cheek and forehead over and over.

“Fuck,” Mikey says.

Gerard just pulls him closer into his arms and doesn't say a word.

Mikey thinks that under normal circumstances, what they just did would sink in and make him feel ashamed. But Gerard and he aren't normal, never have been.

“I love you,” Gerard whispers against Mikey's hair.

“Love you, too,” Mikey whispers back. He wipes his hand off on the sheet and does up his pants, and Gerard moves to fix his own.

Mikey doesn't know what's going on in Gerard's mind, so he asks him.

“I feel like I should feel dirty,” Gerard says haltingly.

“But you don't,” Mikey points out.

“No, I don't,” Gerard says, and hugs Mikey impossibly tight.

Mikey's never loved anyone the way he loves Gerard. He wants more, wants to touch and be touched, wants to take this as far as it will go.

But they have time, they have a lifetime together, so Mikey presses his face against Gerard's sweaty neck and falls asleep to dream of other times.


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