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So take a chance and make it big 'cause it's the last you'll ever get;
If we don't take it, when will we make it?
Gerard Way/Mikey Way 
9th-Dec-2007 02:18 pm
Naughty Boy
Title: I’ll Love You Forever
Chapters: One – Twenty-Two
Pairing: Waycest
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The long journey of Gerard and Mikey’s relationship.
Author’s Note: Originally sixty parts, but I combined them into longer chapters. I think this might’ve been my first completed chapter story. Like, ever. And then what do I do? Start a sequel that never gets updated, of course. Yeah, I fail at all aspects of life.


Chapter One

"Lemme see! Lemme see!"

"Gerard, I already told you that you'll have to wait."

The young boy pouted and stomped his foot. "I wanna see."

"It's okay, honey. Let him up."

His father sighed and lifted him onto the hospital bed where his mother lied. He crawled over to the seven-pound bundle of flesh and blinked.

"That's your new baby brother, Gerard," his mother explained with a smile. Gerard frowned.

"Why's he look so weird?"

"He looks like that because he was only just born. You looked like that once too."

Gerard glared at her. "I did not," he defended, making his mother laugh. He looked back at the newborn and cocked his head to the side.

"What're we gonna call 'im?"

"His name is Michael, but I think we're going to call him Mikey."

"Mikey? That's lame. Why can't we call him something cool like Batman or Robotron?"

His mother smiled warmly. "I think he likes the name Mikey, sweetheart."

"Fine," Gerard whined. He stuck his face up close to Mikey's to get a closer look. "Hi Mikey! I'm Gerard! I'm your big-"

Gerard stopped as Mikey began to scream. His mother pulled the sobbing baby into her arms, rocking him and whispering comforting words. Gerard looked panicked.

"I didn't mean to! I promise!"

"You scared him, Gerard. He's too little for you to do things like that,” his father scolded, causing a few tears to escape from Gerard’s eyes.

"But I didn't mean to!"

"You have to be careful," his mother informed him. "He's very delicate."

Gerard nodded and watched as she calmed the crying newborn.

"Can I say sorry?" Gerard asked quietly, and she nodded. He crawled forward and made to hug him before look up to get his mother's approval. She nodded and he hugged Mikey gently.

"I'm sorry, little Mikey. I'll love you forever."



Chapter Two

"Gerard?"

The dark-haired boy looked over. "Yeah?"

"What's that mean?"

Gerard frowned at his brother. "What's what mean?"

"What they just said," Mikey explained, gesturing to the TV. "Masturbation."

Gerard snorted and Mikey frowned.

"What?"

"You seriously don't know what that means?"

"No. Tell me."

The sixteen-year-old rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter until you've had a wet dream anyway."

"A what?"

"Don't you pay attention in your sex ED classes?"

Mikey's eyes widened behind his thick glasses. "This is about sex?"

"God, Mikes, don't you have friends to tell you about this stuff?"

Mikey looked away and Gerard could tell he'd hit a sensitive spot. He sighed.

"Okay, so a wet dream is the thing where you come in your sleep."

"Come...?"

"You know... the sticky white stuff that comes out of your dick?"

Mikey blushed bright red. "You mean that happens to everyone?"

Gerard blinked and burst out laughing. "Yeah, genius, did you think you were diseased or something?"

"I... I didn't know what happened... It was only a few weeks ago... And now it keeps getting all stiff and I feel funny."

Gerard laughed harder. "You are the most naïve person I've ever met."

"Does it happen to girls too?"

"No, stupid, girls don't have dicks."

Mikey blushed again. "Stop calling it that, Gee..."

"Well what do you want me to call it?"

"I don't know..."

"I can't believe I'm the one having to tell you this. Dad should be telling you like he told me."

Mikey frowned sadly. "But Dad's not here anymore..."

"Yeah, 'cause the asshole had to run off with that fucking whore and abandon us."

"Gerard, stop using bad words!"

"You're fucking thirteen, Mikey. Grow up a little, will ya? You wanna know what masturbation is? When your dick gets hard, you jerk it off until you come. Okay?"

Mikey gave him a disgusted look. "Why would you want that to happen?"

"Because it feels good."

"It does?"

Gerard nodded. "Very good. It's called an orgasm."

Mikey nodded and watched the television for a few seconds. "Gee?"

Gerard sighed. "Yes, Mikey?"

"Will you show me how?"

"How to what?"

"Masturbate."

"What?"

"I wanna know how!"

"No!"

"Please, Gee?"

Gerard sighed. "... Alright. But only because I feel sorry for you."

Mikey grinned triumphantly and Gerard sighed again.

"Come on. Let's do this in your bedroom."

Mikey practically skipped there and Gerard trailed behind, wondering why he'd agreed to this.

Even though he knew perfectly well why he was making his way to that bedroom.

Mikey sat on his bed, smiling as though he were unwrapping his biggest gift on Christmas. Gerard sighed and sat in a chair that faced the bed.

"What do I do first?"

"First you gotta be hard."

"I think I already am."

Gerard gave him a weird look. "Well figure it out."

Mikey unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down past his hips, letting his erection free. "I am."

Gerard forced his eyes to stay connected with Mikey's so they wouldn't drift downwards.

"What next?"

"You grab it and start moving your hand up and down," Gerard explained, cringing at the awkwardness of the situation. He kept his eyes glued to Mikey's face, which looked unsure. He saw Mikey's shoulders moving as his brother's hands tried to follow Gerard's instructions.

"I don't think I'm doing it right, Gee..."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Help me!" Mikey whined.

Gerard sighed and his eyes flicked downwards, widening a bit.

'Not bad for a thirteen-year-old...'



Chapter Three


"That's not how you do it."

"Then how?"

"You gotta... sort of... pump it."

"Huh?"

"You're just stroking it. You have to actually pump it."

"How do I do that?"

"Figure it out!"

"Will you do it for me?"

"What?"

"Please?"

"No!"

"But I don't get it!"

"I'm not gonna touch your dick just because you're too stupid to jerk off properly!"

"Please, Gee? I wanna know what it's like..."

'I shouldn't do this. It's not right. There's no way I'm going to let myself do this,' he thought.

Mikey gave him pleading puppy-dog eyes.

'I can't believe I'm going to do this.'

Gerard moved the chair over to the bed so his knees were between Mikey's. He grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and handed them to his brother.

"Hold these over it so I don't get sprayed when you come."

Mikey nodded and held the tissues over the head of his dick. Gerard took a deep breath and wrapped his hands around it.

'Guess it's time to find out if these stupid feelings I've been having are true or not...'

Gerard pumped his hands up and down Mikey's length. It was strange to have it backwards from the way he was used to, but he adapted as best he could.

He knew he must've been doing something right when Mikey let out a deep moan.

"Oh god, Gee, this does feel good..."

Gerard nodded, pumping faster. "And you haven't even come yet."

Mikey moaned again and Gerard glanced up at his pleasure-filled face. He gulped and looked back down, focusing on moving his hands correctly instead of Mikey's dick. Mikey made a whimpering noise and his body tensed, telling Gerard he was close. Gerard looked up again to see Mikey's eyes close and his head fall back a bit as he came, crying out.

"Oh... Oh god, Gerard..."

'Don't say my name like that, Mikey...



Chapter Four

"Gerard?"

Gerard looked up from his notebook. "What's up?"

"Are you doing homework?"

"No. Drawing."

Mikey took a step into his room. "Mom never came home."

"Probably took the night shift."

"She usually calls."

"Not always."

"Why didn't you come back and watch TV with me?"

Gerard looked down at his notebook so Mikey wouldn't be able to see through his lie. "I had an idea for a song and I can't concentrate with the TV on."

"Can I read it?"

"No."

Mikey frowned. "You never let me read your songs."

"They're personal."

'They're about you.'

Mikey stood in the doorway, watching Gerard silently for a few minutes until Gerard finally sighed and looked up.

"What did you want, Mikes?"

"I... wanted to masturbate again."

Gerard raised his eyebrows. "And you felt the need to announce this?"

"I tried to do it by myself, but it didn't work. It wasn't like when you did it."

"Mikey..."

"Please, Gee?"

Gerard sighed again. 'How did I get myself into all of this...?'

"Sit on the bed."

Mikey sat, smiling as Gerard all but straddled him.

"Unbutton your pants."

Mikey unbuttoned and unzipped them and Gerard took a deep breath before sticking his hands in and pulling out Mikey's dick. He listened to his brother moan as he delivered his second hand-job of the day.

When Mikey signaled that he was close to coming with his small whimper, Gerard grabbed a tissue and shoved it into Mikey's hand.

"Hold it over your head."

"H-huh?"

"The head of your dick, Mikey."

"O-oh."

Mikey covered his dick with the tissue and Gerard resumed his pumping. The younger brother came after only a few seconds and Gerard moved away.

"Toss it."

Mikey collapsed onto the bed, stretching out his arm to drop the tissue into the trashcan by Gerard's bed. He closed his eyes, panting hard.

"I can not believe I didn't know about this..."



Chapter Five

"Go back to your room before you fall asleep on my bed, Mikey."

"Can't. Too tired."

"Well I'm not gonna carry you and you can't sleep in here."

"Why not?"

"Because you can't."

"Please? I'm exhausted, I don't wanna get up."

"Maybe you should've thought about that before."

"I didn't know it would make me this tired!"

Mikey yawned so widely that it hurt, and Gerard had the split image of his dick between those lips.

"… Fine."

Mikey smiled and Gerard stood, turning and changing into his favorite pajama pants. When he turned back towards his bed he saw that Mikey had stripped to his boxers. He switched off the light and climbed onto the bed next to his brother, who immediately snuggled his back into Gerard's chest. Gerard sighed and wrapped an arm around Mikey, who let out a small noise of contentment.

"This is just like when we were little and I would sleep in your room."

"It never came after a hand-job, though."

"A what?"

"Nothing, Mikey. Just go to sleep, okay?"

"Gee?"

"Yeah Mikes?"

"I think I like boys."

"Why?"

"'Cause I think about boys when I... you know..."

"Come?"

"Yeah. What's that mean?"

"It means you're a fag."

Mikey frowned in the darkness. "People at school call me that sometimes."

Gerard sighed. "It means you're gay, Mikey. If you like the same gender that you are, then you're gay. Jesus, you're like an alien."

Mikey was quiet for a moment. "It's not good to be gay, huh?"

"Some people don't think so."

"What do you think?"

"I don't care if you're gay, Mikey. You're still my brother and I'll love you forever, no matter what."

Mikey smiled. "Good," he said, snuggling closer. "'Cause I think I like you."

Gerard's body stiffened. "That's different, Mikey."

"Huh?"

"That's not gay. That's incest."

"What's incest?"

"It's when two people in the same family have sex with each other. Incest is bad."

"Oh," the nearly taller boy answered softly. "So that means you don't like me back?"

Gerard bit his lip. "We'll talk about it in the morning, Mikes."

"That means no, huh?"

"That means we'll talk about it in the morning. Go to sleep."

Mikey relaxed against the bed. "'Night, Gerard."

"Goodnight, Mikey."



Chapter Six

Gerard yawned and sat up, stretching. Mikey was sitting at his desk, reading a comic book.

"'Morning."

"Are we gonna talk about it?"

"Talk about what?"

"The incest thing."

"... Oh."

Mikey stared at him. "Well? Does it mean you don't like me back?"

"It... should mean that."

"But does it?"

Gerard looked down at his hands. "No... it doesn't."

Mikey frowned in confusion. "So wait... does that mean you don't like me or you do like me?"

"I do like you," Gerard admitted in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

Mikey's face lit up. "Really?" He jumped onto Gerard's bed next to him. "You like me?"

Gerard sighed. "I know I shouldn't, but... yeah."

Mikey squealed and hugged him. "This is so exciting! My first boyfriend!"

"Wait wait wait, when did I say I was your boyfriend?"

"Well aren't you?"

"I... don't know."

"But if you like me, then that means you're my boyfriend, right?"

'He makes it sound so simple,' Gerard thought. "But look how happy he is...'

"I... I guess you are."

Mikey grinned excitedly. "I can't wait until we get to kiss."

Gerard rolled his eyes. "If we're gonna go out, then you gotta stop acting like an alien, got it?"



Chapter Seven

Gerard's lips met Mikey's again and again before drifting down to his neck. Mikey gasped in surprise; they hadn't gotten any farther than a few French kisses in the lip department since they'd gotten together almost a month before.

"Gee... Gee, what're you doing?"

"I'm just kissing your neck a little, baby... do you want me to stop?"

"No... No, if feels good..."

"I wanna make you feel even better, Mikey... I wanna make love to you."

Mikey gave him a confused look. "Is it possible for guys to have sex with other guys?"

"Yeah," Gerard told him, slightly concerned by the fact that Mikey didn't know this.

"But guys don't have..." Mikey blushed as he whispered the next word, "Vaginas."

Gerard rolled his eyes. "You're lucky you're hot, 'cause I would've given up on you by now if you weren't."

Mikey pouted and Gerard kissed him. "Guys have a hole that other guys can fuck."

Mikey thought about it for a second before his eyes widened. "You mean..."

Gerard nodded and Mikey gulped. Gerard sucked on a sensitive spot of Mikey's neck and rubbed the crotch of his brother's jeans to pressure him into it.

His mind's wise advice of 'Give him time' was drowned out by his hormones' screams of 'FUCK HIM HARD!'

He nibbled on Mikey's ear, making his brother moan. "Please, baby... I need you..."

Mikey took a deep breath and nodded. Gerard grinned and hopped up, grabbing a lubricated condom and slipping it on as he practically ripped off his pants. He tugged Mikey's down as he sucked on the same spot again.

"Now this might hurt, and I've never really done anything like this before, so bear with me."

"You mean you're a virgin?"

"I'm surprised you know what that means."

"I've been watching some TV shows to learn things."

"Can I start, baby?" Gerard asked before biting down on Mikey's neck slightly.

Mikey moaned and nodded, hesitantly allowing Gerard to spread his legs apart.

He gasped as he felt the cold lubricant touch his rim and then hissed at the burning pain of the stretch.

"Gerard... it hurts..."

Gerard was groaning with pleasure and it was all he could do to stop himself from thrusting wildly. "Shh," he soothed. "Just relax, baby..."

He pushed in more and tears streamed down Mikey's temples. "Gerard, please, it hurts..."

"Shh... Almost there..."

Gerard finally pushed too far and Mikey screamed as his rim ripped more than an inch open.

Mikey choked on a sob. "Please, Gee, it hurts so bad. Please, just stop!"

Gerard stared in alarm and Mikey sobbed loudly as he hurriedly pulled out.

He froze as he saw the bloody mess he'd created.

"Oh shit..."

"Wh-what?"

"Nothing, baby, I'll be right back, okay?"

He rushed to the bathroom to wet a washcloth and ran back with it. Mikey trembled and whimpered as the material rubbed against the tear.

"It hurts... so bad..."

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry."

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Shh... just calm down, Mikey, it's okay."

"Am I bleeding?"

"Just close your eyes, love..."

Mikey winced as he propped himself up just enough to see what Gerard was doing. His face went pale and his eyes widened.

"So much blood," he squeaked as he passed out, his body falling back onto the bed.



Chapter Eight

'You have to be careful,' Gerard remembered his mother saying. 'He's very delicate.'

"I didn't mean to, baby," he whispered as he carried his unconscious brother to the bathroom, thanking God once again that his mother wasn't home. He laid out a few towels and laid Mikey on top of them. Mikey stirred as Gerard propped up his legs, bent at the knee as though he was ready to give birth.

"G... Gee?"

"It's me, Mikey, I'm here..."

Mikey made to move and whimpered, allowing Gerard to push him back down.

"Hurts."

"I know."

Gerard replaced the washcloth that was now soaked in blood with a cleaner one. He looked for the hydrogen peroxide and saw Mikey's glassy eyes watching him. He moved over to him, running his hands through Mikey's hair.

"I'm so sorry, baby..."

Mikey smiled weakly. "I know you are, Gee. I love you."

"I love you too."

Gerard smiled and went back to searching for the hydrogen peroxide. He found the large brown bottle and doused a washcloth in it, dabbing at the wound. Mikey cried out in pain as it turned white and sizzled quietly. Gerard grabbed his hand and squeezed, kissing it as Mikey whimpered.

"I know it stings, baby, but I don't want it to get infected."

Mikey just closed his eyes and continued to whimper pathetically as Gerard searched for the liquid band-aid. He painted it on, praying it would work when Mikey moved around.

He squeezed Mikey's right hand and brushed some of the hair out of his brother's face.

"I really am sorry. I... I shouldn't have pushed you into that, especially since I didn't even know what I was doing."

Mikey nodded and squeezed back, breathing deeply and wincing every once in a while. Gerard noted how much he really did resemble a woman in labor.

"It'll be okay, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you."

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"Ready?"

"Yep."

The hydrogen peroxide fizzled on the tear, making Mikey gasp.

"As soon as this is healed, you have to start eating regularly again."

"Don't worry, I’m only anorexic until I don't bleed when the food comes back out. I'm sick of having to put peroxide in my ass every time I use the bathroom.

"Where'd you learn that word?"

Mikey gave him a strange look. "Peroxide?"

"Anorexic."

"I told you, I've been watching TV. Degrassi and shit."

"Using adult words now, are we?"

"If I'm old enough to get fucked, then I'm old enough to say it."

"You aren't old enough to get fucked."

"But you did it anyway."

"Mikey..."

Mikey sighed. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to sound mean."

'Yes you were, but I know you didn't mean it.'

Gerard painted the liquid band-aid on and rubbed Mikey's thigh when it had dried. "All set, baby."

Mikey nodded and sat up slowly, holding his breath to block out the pain. He exhaled when he was upright and Gerard helped him to his feet. He wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck and Gerard hugged his middle area tightly.

"I love you, Gerard."

"I love you too, Mikey. Happy anniversary."

"Huh?"

"It's been a month. January 9th, remember?"

Mikey smiled. "It has, huh?" He pulled Gerard in for a slow kiss. "Happy anniversary, Gee."



Chapter Nine

"How was school, birthday boy?"

"I'm seventeen, Mikes. I don't think birthday boy can still be used."

Mikey stuck his tongue out. "Don't ruin my fun."

Gerard suddenly realized something. "I'm seventeen and dating my thirteen-year-old brother."

Mikey blinked. "... And?"

"Just seems weird, doesn't it?"

"No."

Gerard saw Mikey's serious expression and kissed him lightly before plopping down on the living room couch. "I'm not breaking up with you, don't worry."

Mikey laid down on the couch next to him, smiling. "Little details like age don't matter."

"Today's our three-month anniversary," Gerard reminded him with a smile.

Mikey grinned. "I know. I have something to give you."

"An anniversary present?"

Mikey nodded. "Mmhmm. I was watching porn and I got an idea."

"You were what?"

"Watching porn."

Gerard stared at him. "I've completely corrupted you, haven't I?"

Mikey just smiled.

"Mom's not home but we should probably go in my room anyway."

Mikey nodded in agreement, standing and pulling Gerard to the bedroom. He pushed his brother back onto the bed.

"Take your pants off."

Gerard's eyes widened. "This isn't some dominatrix shit or anything, right?"

"... I don't know what that is."

"Like... you're not gonna tie me up and whip me, right?"

Mikey's eyes went even wider than Gerard's. "Why would I do that?"

"I wasn't sure what kind of porn you were watching..."

"People actually do that?"

Gerard nodded as he slid his pants and boxers down his legs.

"I would never do that."

"What are you going to do?"

Mikey climbed onto the bed and took Gerard's dick into his hands. He touched him teasingly until he had his brother fully erect and moaning for more.

"I've never done this before, so don't expect it to be perfect, okay?"

Gerard gasped in surprise as Mikey lowered his mouth to his dick. "Are you sure about this?"

Mikey looked up, his lips nearly touching his brother's hard-on. "Do you not want me to?"

"Of course I do, but... You're thirteen, Mikes, I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for. I shouldn't have... done what I did to you before."

Mikey smiled. “I'm ready, Gee. Just... promise you won't be upset if I don't do it right.”

"Of course I won't, baby. Just don't bite my dick off, alright?"

Mikey nodded and Gerard moaned as he felt Mikey's warm mouth take him in. He felt Mikey's tongue massaging the underside, teeth gently scraping the sensitive area as he bobbed his head up and down. He began to take deep breaths through his nose and Gerard sensed what he was about to do.

"Don't do it if you’re not ready, Mikey."

Mikey moaned in response, sending vibrations down Gerard's dick. After two bobs, his head plunged down and Gerard could feel the head of his dick touch the back of Mikey's throat. He arched his back and came instantly into his brother's mouth.



Chapter Ten

Mikey pulled away, coughing as he tried to swallow the sticky white substance. Gerard grabbed a tissue and held it to Mikey's mouth just in time for Mikey to spit it all out. He swallowed hard and continued to cough as Gerard pulled him closer.

"You didn't have to do that, baby..."

"Did it feel good?" Mikey asked, his voice hoarse.

"It felt great," Gerard assured, making Mikey smile.

"Good." Mikey kissed him deeply and Gerard grimaced, making Mikey laugh.

"How do you think it felt to have all of that in my mouth?"

Gerard laughed and kissed him, despite the unpleasant taste.

"Happy anniversary, Gee."

"Happy anniversary, love. If that was just my anniversary present, I can't wait to see what you'll give me for my birthday."

Mikey grinned and nuzzled Gerard's neck, using his teeth to tug on his brother's earlobe.

"My body."

Gerard's eyes widened. "No..."

"I want you to really take me, Gerard. I want to be yours."

"No, Mikey..."

Mikey frowned. "Don't you love me?"

"Of course, sweetheart, I'll love you forever, but-"

"And don't you think I'm attractive?" Mikey interrupted.

"Well of course, you're incredibly sexy, but-"

"Then why don't you want me?"

"'Cause you're not ready, baby..."

"I researched it online and I know how to make it pleasurable for both of us... It'll take a while to get ready, but it'll be worth it. I bought the lube and everything," Mikey told him, jumping up and running to his room to grab it. He came back with a tube and a little box. "It's made specially for anal sex. And I bought these condoms just in case you didn't have any left."

"What would I have used them for?"

Mikey shrugged. "Anyway, these aren't lubricated and they're flavored so we can use them for blow-jobs if we want. I got strawberry since I know you like strawberries."

'He really has done his research...'

"Mom won't be home until 7:30 for your birthday dinner, so we've got plenty of time."

"You've really thought this one out, haven't you?"

"Of course I have. This is important."

"... My thirteen-year-old brother's gonna lose his virginity."

Mikey frowned at him. "What did I tell you about age?"

"That it doesn't matter."

"Exactly, I'll be fourteen in five months and one day."

Gerard nodded. "I know. So what do we do first."

"What do people usually do before they have sex, Gee?"

"Right." He nodded again before pulling his shirt over his head.







Chapter Eleven

"Condom?"

"Check."

"Lube?"

"Check."

"Everything... Everything's taken care of, then." Mikey closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"We don't have to do this, Mikey."

"I know, Gee, I know... I want to, I promise."

"But...?"

"I'm scared."

"Because of what happened last time?"

Mikey nodded.

"If you tell me to stop at any time, no matter what, I'll stop, alright? I swear to you."

"Yeah... yeah. First you have to stretch me."

"With what?"

"Your fingers. Lube 'em up and stick 'em in. One at a time!" Mikey added quickly and Gerard nodded. He coated his fingers with lube and slowly pushed one into Mikey, who gripped his shoulders tightly.

"Want me to stop?"

"No... just feels weird."

Gerard could feel Mikey's muscles clenching around his finger.

"Now kinda... thrust it in and out. Not too fast, though."

Gerard nodded again and slid his finger into and out of his brother.

"Now slowly add another one."

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"Gerard…"

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm ready…"

Gerard had been slowly rocking three fingers in and out of his little brother. Their eyes connected and Gerard gave him a serious look. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt that bad anymore. I'm not bleeding, am I?"

Gerard looked down at his fingers. "No, I think we went slowly enough."

"How long has it been?" Mikey asked out of curiosity.

Gerard glanced at the clock. "Almost half an hour."

"Seriously?"

Gerard nodded in response.

"Woah… Gee?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for being patient."

Gerard smiled and kissed him deeply. "I promised I'd take care of you, didn't I?"

Mikey nodded, remembering the vow Gerard had made as he had worked in a second digit.

"Now, are you sure that you're ready?"

"Ready as I'm gonna be."

Gerard raised his eyebrows. "That's not a good enough answer, Mikes. I need you to be completely ready for this."

"I can't be completely ready, Gee. I know I want this, I know it's going to be okay, but I can't get the memory of what happened last time out of my head. So please, Gerard, just... Just do it, okay?"

Gerard bit his lip and nodded, pulling his fingers out of Mikey. Mikey closed his eyes and took deep breaths as Gerard reapplied a generous amount of lube to his dick. He settled in between Mikey's legs and slowly entered his brother's heat, rubbing Mikey's chest in a soothing circular motion. He felt Mikey's hands grip his hips tightly.

"I love you, Mikes," Gerard whispered against Mikey's neck, moaning softly. Mikey moved his head to the side so Gerard's lips could latch on to the flesh.

"I love you too, Gee."



Chapter Twelve

"Gerard," Mikey moaned as his brother began to thrust into him.

Gerard pulled his lips away from Mikey's neck. "Does it hurt?"

"No... Feels good... Speed up a little..."

Gerard nodded and quickened his pace, moaning deep in his throat. His hips bucked upwards and Mikey arched his back.

"Fuck!"

Gerard paused, eyes widening in concern. "What is it? Should I stop?"

"No! Oh god, no, do that again..."

"Do what again?"

"Whatever you did... Oh my god..."

Gerard racked his brain for anything he might have done to receive such a reaction. He bit his lip and thrust up, causing his brother's head to roll back.

"Oh fuck, Gee!"

Gerard continued this motion, making Mikey cry out every time. He didn't realize how close to the edge he was until his younger brother came all over his stomach, practically screaming his name.

"God... God, Mikey... Mikey... Uh!" He reached his orgasm and the condom filled with his hot cum. He pulled out slowly and carefully, making Mikey gasp and shiver at the sudden loss of warmth.

"What... What was that?" His brother panted, reaching over to the nightstand to grab his glasses. He pulled them on and blinked before staring up at Gerard with glassy eyes.

"You're the one that did the research," Gerard reminded him, stripping the condom off and tossing it into the trashcan.

"But... it never said anything about... there was something... fuck..."

Gerard leaned in, silencing him with a passionate kiss. Mikey moaned quietly into his mouth.

"Was it good for you too?"

Gerard grinned. "Amazing. Well worth the wait."

"And now I won't be afraid anymore, 'cause I won't associate it with... with that bad time."

'With that time that I practically raped you.' They had never called it that out loud, but that was what Gerard considered their first sex attempt to be. He knew that Mikey probably felt the same.

Mikey wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "Happy birthday, Gee."

Gerard smiled. "Thank you, baby."

Mikey giggled, blushing slightly. "I feel cute when you call me that."

"You are cute."

Mikey giggled again. "We should put our clothes back on soon."

Gerard nodded, nuzzling his brother's neck. "I love you."

"I love you too, Gee. Three months already..."

"Doesn't seem like it's been that long, huh?"

"No, it really doesn't... Gerard?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think we'll get married someday?"

"Mikey, you know we can't..."

Mikey sighed. "I know, I just... keep hoping that somehow it'll be okay, I guess."

"I wish it could be okay, but it's not and it never will be... We can never tell anyone..."

"No one?"

Gerard shook his head. "No one. Ever."

Mikey nodded sadly and Gerard hugged him tight.

"Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"Even thought we can't get married... I'll still love you forever."



Chapter Thirteen

'I can't believe I'm at my lover's eighth grade graduation,' Gerard thought as they filed off the bleachers. He suddenly felt arms wrap around him from behind and squeeze him tightly.

"Mikey... You're suffocating me," he wheezed, causing Mikey to release him.

"Sorry, Gee." Gerard turned to see his brother's wide grin. "I'm so excited! Next year we'll be at the same school!"

"Both of my boys'll be high schoolers," their mother sighed as she joined them. "I feel so old."

Gerard smiled. "You're not old, Mom."

"You're a hot, young thang and men are just waitin' for you to jump back into the dating scene."

Gerard snorted and Mikey giggled. "You watch way too much TV."

"Yeah, thanks to you," Mikey reminded him, sticking his tongue out. Their mother laughed and directed them towards the exit.

"Time to go home, boys. I have to go back to work, remember?"

"You work too much, Mommy."

'Look at that angelic smile...'

"Well I have to make money so you and your brother can go to college when you've finished high school."

"But college is like... so far away."

"Not for your brother. He only has one year left."

Mikey thought about it as they all climbed into the car. "Oh yeah... We'll only be in high school for one year together and then he'll be gone, huh?"

Gerard stayed quiet and their mother nodded. "Just one more year until he leaves the two of us behind."

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Mikey stared at Gerard with big eyes. "Are you really gonna leave me, Gee?"

"Huh?" They were in the Gerard's room, the younger brother sitting on the bed while Gerard examined his new paint set.

"Like Mom said... you leaving us behind to go to college."

"Mikey, that's a year away, and I don't even know whether or not I want to go to college."

'That's not a lie... At least I don't think it is. Does Art School count as a college?'

"What're you gonna do if you don't?"

"I... I don't know."

'Okay, so that was a lie, but...'

"I don't want you to leave me."

Gerard felt a strong pang of guilt as he looked into Mikey's desperate eyes.

"I know, baby... I know."



Chapter Fourteen

"High school sucks," Mikey reported, ducking into Gerard's car after the first day of school.

Gerard frowned as he turned the ignition. "What happened? Get shoved in a locker?"

"A locker? No. Six lockers. And two trash cans."

Gerard looked at him with surprise. "Six lockers? In one day? I think that's a record."

Mikey narrowed his eyes. "Great, thanks."

"Well, you know the seniors, they love to play tricks on the freshmen..."

"I saw one other person get shoved in a locker today. One. What's so special about me that I get shoved in six?"

"Well..."

Mikey raised his eyebrows.

"Well you've got a rolling backpack, baby..."

"What?"

"Your backpack... It kind of... makes you a target..."

"Why didn't you tell me that before I came to school?!"

"I didn't think you'd get shoved into six lockers! One, maybe, but-"

"One still would've been bad!"

"Well I figured you'd probably get shoved in one anyway."

"What does that mean?!"

"Uh... baby, come on, calm down..."

"Are you calling me a loser?"

"Well... You have to admit, Mikes, you are a little loserish..."

"I am not!"

"A little dorky, at least..."

Mikey crossed his arms and glared out the window, making Gerard sigh.

"Baby..."

"Don't waste your time talking to me, Gee, you wouldn't want to be seen conversing with a freshman loser."

"Mikey, your social status has nothing to do with how much I love you. Besides, do I look popular to you?"

Mikey gave him a contemptuous look. "Not at all."

Gerard rolled his eyes. "Well, you didn't have to say it like that, but do you see? I was just like you when I was a freshman."

"You were?"

"... Minus the dorky backpack. And the glasses."

"You said the glasses were cute!"

"They are cute! But the other guys aren't going to let you off because they think you're cute, you know?"

Mikey nodded. "Yeah... I get it."

"Good. I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Gee."

Gerard smiled. "Wanna go find a new backpack?"

"Please."



Chapter Fifteen

Mikey was panting hard. "That... was amazing..."

Gerard grinned as he settled in next to his brother, pulling the covers over them.

"Best sex... we've ever had," Mikey continued, closing his eyes and moaning.

Gerard nuzzled Mikey's neck. "Happy birthday, baby. You're growing up fast. Fourteen, in high school..."

"Fucking the sexiest man alive," Mikey added with a wide grin, making Gerard blush.

"I never asked you if you had a good day at school today."

"I didn't. Failed a math test. And a science quiz. Got pushed into some gothic kids that looked like they wanted to eat me. But right now, I really couldn't care less."

"But you didn't get eaten?"

"No, I had some guy come to my rescue. He was short, but he seemed pretty tough. Told them to back off."

"New friend?"

Mikey shrugged. "Friendly acquaintance, maybe."

"I'm glad I could make your day better, Mikes."

"Much better. But you always make my day better... Just your smile can make me forget about anything else."

Gerard held Mikey close, kissing him softly. "I love you so much, Mikey."

"I love you too, Gee. Thank you..."

"For what?"

Mikey snuggled closer and Gerard could feel him smiling against the bare skin on his chest. "For loving me."



Chapter Sixteen

"Look, Gee!"

Gerard turned to see his brother covered in fake brown fur. He raised his eyebrows, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I'm a werewolf!" Mikey attempted to growl, but it quickly became a giggle.

"Ferocious."

"Where's your costume?"

"What costume?"

"Well we can't go trick-or-treating if you don't have a costume!"

"Mikey, I'm seventeen, I'm through with trick-or-treating."

Mikey's face fell. "But we always go together... who else am I gonna go with?"

"I'll walk around with you while you trick-or-treat, if you want."

Mikey pouted. "That's no fun."

"Do you wanna stay home with me and pass out candy to the kids?"

Mikey sighed. "I guess... But you have to put on a costume."

"I don't have one."

"Be a vampire."

Gerard rolled his eyes. "I'm always a vampire."

"But you're a sexy vampire," Mikey told him with a grin. Gerard smiled.

"Fine. Vampire it is."

"And you have to fuck me later."

Gerard searched through his closet for a vampiric outfit. "No objections there."

Mikey lay back on the bed. "You know the guy that defended me that one time?"

Gerard frowned as he pulled out an old black cape. "Huh?"

"When the Goths wanted to eat me on my birthday."

Gerard thought about it for a second and nodded. "Yeah, I remember. What about him?"

"I think it's his birthday today."

"Birthday on Halloween? That's pretty cool."

"He was wearing a 'Happy Birthday' tiara. It was pink and fuzzy."

Gerard laughed. "Are you sure it wasn't just a costume?"

"The rest of his clothes were normal. But I didn't see him get teased for it once. I think he's a pretty tough guy."

"Freshman?" Gerard was finding old Halloween makeup now.

"I think so." Mikey stretched as Gerard rubbed white foundation onto his face to make himself look even paler than he was. "I love Halloween."

"I know you do, baby. Sorry we can't go trick-or-treating."

Mikey smiled gently. "That's okay. I still love you."

"You better."

Mikey giggled. "Happy Halloween, Gee."

"Happy Halloween, Mikes. Now go wait outside while I finish up my costume. I want to shock you with my sexiness, " Gerard told him and Mikey stood, smiling.

"You always do."

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Gerard glared as Mikey entered the living room humming.

"If I hear one more note of a Christmas song out of you, I'll shoot myself."

Mikey stuck his tongue out. "Don't be such a grouch. Christmas is fun and you know it."

"But I hate Christmas songs."

"It's all part of the Christmas spirit!" Mikey leaned over the back of the couch where Gerard lied. "You know, the tree, the presents, kissing under the mistletoe..."

"We can do that whenever we want anyway, Mom's always at work."

Their mother entered the room as he said this, clipping an earring to her ear.

"I am not always at work, and what can you always do while I am?"

"Throw wild parties, experiment with dangerous drugs and have sex with many promiscuous teenage girls," Gerard told her, smiling. She laughed and shook her head.

"I'll be leaving for the Christmas party after I find my shoes... Have you seen them?"

"Over there, Mommy." Mikey pointed and she smiled, walking over to get them.

"Thanks you, sweetheart."

"I thought the party didn't start until 7:30," Gerard said, frowning.

"I have to pick up Aunt Jeanie."

"But Aunt Jeanie doesn't celebrate Christmas."

"Well, yes, but she likes to socialize. You two can decorate the tree while I'm gone, can't you?"

"Of course."

She smiled and walked towards the door. "Have a good night, boys! There's Christmas music in the stereo if you want to listen to it!"

"Bye Mom!" they called in unison. As soon as the door closed Gerard shot Mikey a serious look.

"We are not listening to Christmas music."



Chapter Seventeen

"Mikey. Mikey, wake up."

Mikey whined and opened his eyes slowly, reaching out to pat around for his glasses. "Whaddya want?" he mumbled tiredly, nearly jabbing himself in the eye as he pushed the glasses on.

"I wanna make love to you."

Mikey blinked and looked at the clock. "It's five in the fucking morning!"

"But Mom worked the nightshift so she'll be home all day today and we won't be able to do anything and we have to make love today 'cause it's our one year anniversary!" Gerard was giving Mikey desperate eyes and Mikey sighed.

"Fine. But if I pass out afterwards, it's your fault."

Gerard smiled and undressed them both, preparing Mikey as he usually did and pushing in slowly.

Mikey's eyes widened. "Did you forget to put on a condom?"

"Well it's a special occasion... I thought we could try not using one."

"That seems a little... intense, don't you think?"

"But... God, it feels so good, baby... Please..."

Mikey took a deep breath and nodded, closing his eyes and gripping Gerard's hips tightly.

"Don't worry, baby... I'll go slow."

Gerard began his slow movements, moaning as he rocked in and out of his brother.

"You're so tense, Mikes... Don't worry so much, I'll take care of you..."

He slowed until he was barely moving, giving Mikey a chance to relax. After a minute or so he nodded, allowing Gerard to resume his steady thrusting.

"I love you," Gerard breathed into Mikey's ear, making his brother moan.

"Gee..."

Gerard reached down and wrapped his fingers around Mikey's dick. He began to pump him as the thrusts became rougher.

"Oh... Oh god... Oh my god, Gee..."

Gerard could tell that he was hitting Mikey's sensitive spot, and between that and the jerking that had been increasing rapidly, he assumed his brother was in a wonderland of sexual pleasure.

"Gerard!" Mikey cried out at a particularly aggressive upward thrust, coming before he could even signal how close he was with his usual whimper. Gerard continued to slide in and out, faster now as his climax was building. He finally released his energy, groaning in delight as his orgasm hit.

He collapsed next to his panting brother and draped his arm over Mikey in a protective way.

"I have to go back to my room soon, baby."

Mikey whimpered and nodded, his eyes closed. "Ha... Happy an'versary... love you..."

Gerard smiled, admiring how cute Mikey looked as he fought to stay awake just for those few more seconds. "I love you too, baby," he whispered, wondering if Mikey was listening or if he'd fallen asleep already.

'He'll be falling asleep in his classes,' Gerard thought as he pushed himself up and off of the bed. He gathered his clothes and kissed Mikey's cheek, whispering into his ear before leaving the room.

"Happy anniversary..."



Chapter Eighteen

Mikey began humming the Happy Birthday tune after he had finished his cake. Gerard flicked him as he took his late bite, making Mikey whine.

"Mom, Gee hit me!"

"I didn't hit you, I flicked you. Don't be such a baby."

"Mom, Gee called me a baby!"

"No fighting, you two."

Mikey pouted, which made Gerard smile. 'Adorable...' Mikey noticed him and looked away, blushing slightly. Gerard knew he'd recognized the smile; the one he always gave when Mikey did something exceptionally cute.

"Can we go watch the movie now?" Mikey asked, ignoring Gerard's smile and holding up the VHS tape.

"Did you buy that for me just because you wanted to see it?"

Mikey blinked. "... I thought you'd like it too."

Gerard laughed at Mikey's innocent look. He had noticed earlier how different his brother acted around their mother.

'She's the key to what's left of his innocence...'

"Mikey, why don't you go get it started? The birthday boy gets to help with the dishes."

"Okay!" Mikey turned to Gerard and stuck his tongue out. "Haha," he taunted before turning and running out to go start the movie. Gerard stood with his plate and his mother pushed him back down.

"I'm not going to make you do the dishes on your birthday, Gerard, I just wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh... Okay."

She collected the plates and began to load the dishwasher.

"You're legally an adult now."

"Yep," he agreed. 'Which means Mikey's officially jailbait.'

"You'll be graduating soon. Have you thought about what you're going to do?"

Gerard nodded. "I kinda wanted to go to art school, but... I'm not sure."

"Art school sounds like a good choice for you." She loaded the last plate and straightened up, stepping over to sit across from him at the table. "I have something to tell you."

"Good something or bad something?"

"Bad something. I'm sorry to tell you today of all days, but... You need to know."

"Okay..." Gerard's mind was racing as he tried to think of what important news she could have for him.

"I... don't really know how to say it, exactly... God, this is like a bad movie or something..."

Gerard frowned as he saw tears forming in his mother's eyes. "Mom? Is everything okay?"

She sniffed and reached out to grab his hand, squeezing it as she looked up at him. "You know how I told you I've been feeling more and more lethargic lately?"

"Yeah..."

"Well... I'm sick. Really sick."

"What kind of sick?" Gerard asked, biting his lip as his mother wiped her eyes.

"Cancer sick," she explained quietly.

Gerard blinked. "... Are you gonna get better?"

She sniffed again and shook her head. "I'm just... dying' fast, basically."

"H-how fast?"

She thought about it as she pushed her tears off of her face. "About two months fast."

Gerard gulped. "That is fast." He felt the tears rising up in his own eyes.

"I... I think I'll be able to go to your graduation."

Gerard's eyes widened slightly as a sudden thought hit him. "What about Mikey?"

"I talked to Aunt Jeanie and she's willing to take him in."

"But she's not even our real aunt!"

"She's my best friend, Gerard, she wants to help me however she can."

"... When are you gonna tell 'im?"

She sighed. "I don't know. Not... not yet. You won't tell him, will you?"

Gerard shook his head and she stood, walking around the table to hug him tightly.

"I'm so sorry to ruin your birthday with this. It just seemed like the right time to tell you."

Gerard nodded and stood as well, hugging her tightly.

"I love you Gerard."

"I love you too, Mom."

"Geez, who died?" They turned to see Mikey in the doorway with raised eyebrows.

"Don't be silly, Mikey. I was just talking to Gerard about... how he's all grown up now."

"Talk later. Movie now."

She smiled, tears still creating a shimmer in her eyes. "We better do what he says, Gerard."

Gerard's mind was somewhere far away. "Gee? What's wrong with you?" Mikey asked, snapping his fingers in front of Gerard's face. "Come on, Gee, don't you wanna watch the movie?"

"Yeah... Yeah. Let's go do that."



Chapter Nineteen

Gerard frowned as Mikey began to poke his bare stomach.

"What're you doing?"

"Poking your tummy."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's squishy."

"It is not."

"Is too."

"Stop it."

"You're losing weight."

"How do you know?"

"You used to jiggle. You don't jiggle anymore."

"I did not jiggle!"

"Don't get defensive, Gee... I like your pudginess."

"I am not pudgy!"

"Not as much, but you still are a little bit."

"I'm not pudgy!"

"I'm not trying to upset you, Gerard... I like how squishy you are. It's comfortable."

"You have no authority to call me pudgy, you fatass."

Mikey blinked. "H-huh?"

"What? Your ears too fat to hear me?"

"Gerard, I didn't... Did I do something wrong?"

"Yeah, you got tiring, now get out of my room," Gerard snapped.

"What's your problem?" Mikey replied, sitting up and pulling his clothes back on.

"You, now get out."

'Lie. He didn't do anything wrong, I'm just cranky from lack of sleep. But I can't tell him that. I'd have to tell him why. I definitely can't tell him that.'

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Gerard pressed his ear to the door and frowned. He knocked lightly.

"Mikey?"

"What?" Mikey's voice was muffled by the bathroom door between them.

"Are you okay?"

"F-fine."

Gerard heard the toilet flush and a few seconds later the door opened.

"Did you need to use it?"

"Were you throwing up?"

"... No."

"Are you getting sick?" Gerard asked, raising his hand to press it to Mikey's forehead. Mikey pulled away.

"No, I told you, I'm fine."

"I heard you throwing up."

"I just ate too much. No big deal." Mikey shrugged and tried to exit the small room, only to be stopped by Gerard grabbing his arm.

"You barely ate anything."

"I had a lot to eat earlier today."

"Where?"

"At school."

"I didn't see you bring any food."

"I bought it. In the cafeteria."

"With what money?"

"I... borrowed some money."

"From who?"

"A friend."

"What's his name?"

"His name is... Jennifer."

"A guy... named Jennifer?"

Mikey's eyes darted from side to side. "He's... a girl."

"Why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not."

"I'm not stupid, Mikey."

"I know."

"Why were you throwing up?"

"... I'm sick."

"You told me you weren't sick," Gerard reminded him.

"I was wrong."

"Are you bulimic?"

Mikey's eyes darted nervously again. "N-no."

Gerard frowned and tilted Mikey's chin so he was staring into his brother's eyes. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Tell me, Mikey."

Mikey's eyes became glassy as tears threatened to fall. "D-don't know what you're talking about."

"Baby, why..."

Mikey sniffled and looked down. "'Cause I'm a fatass."

"What?"

Mikey lifted his head slowly and their eyes connected again.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because you did..."

"... Huh?"

'He’s doing this… because of me?'

"You... You told me that I was..." Mikey sniffled. "That I was a fatass and you s-said I was t-tiring..."

Gerard blinked. "Oh god, baby..."

Gerard embraced his brother as Mikey began to cry.

"I'm so sorry, Mikey..."

"You were r-right... You shouldn't have to l-look at me..."

"No, no, I wasn't right. I was wrong. Completely wrong. Oh fuck, is this why you've been saying you're not in the mood?"

Mikey sniffled and nodded. "I d-don't want you to see all the h-horrible fat..."

"No, you're not fat, baby. You're beautiful. I was stressed that day, I hadn't been sleeping... I didn't know what I was saying, Mikey."

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Mikey asked, his curious face stained with tears.

"Because there are... things I think about that keep me awake."

"What things?"

"Things that you shouldn't have to worry about yet."

"But I want to know."

"No... you really don't."

"Tell me, Gee. Please?"

Gerard sighed and pushed some hair out of Mikey's face. "I guess you'll have to find out sooner or later, and it'll probably get worse with time..."

Mikey's eyes were encouraging him to go on and Gerard sighed.

'I shouldn't be doing this…'

"Mom's sick, baby."

"Sick? Sick how?"

"... She has cancer."

Mikey's eyes widened. "But..."

"I'm sorry, Mikes..."

"It’s bad cancer?"

"Is there any other kind?"

"Can't she get chemo or something?"

"She... she doesn't want to pay for it and the doctor's don't think it would really help any."

"Why didn't she tell me?"

"Like I said, you shouldn't have to worry about it."

Mikey stared, trying to wrap his mind around the whole thing.

"I'm sorry you have to hear it like this..."

"So she's gonna die?"

Gerard bit his lip and nodded slowly, tears coming to his eyes.

"... How long?"

"End of the school year, about," Gerard answered quietly.

Mikey's eyes widened in alarm. "But that's so soon! Just over a month!"

"She was gonna tell you, baby..."

Mikey sniffled and shook his head. "She can't... She can't die..."

Gerard held on as Mikey collapsed, sobbing into his chest.



Chapter Twenty

"Congratulations, Gerard."

Gerard turned away from his friends, Matt and Ray, and smiled at his mother, who was wearing a large white hat to shield her from the sun.

"You made it through High School. You too, boys."

Matt and Ray nodded at her, returning her smile.

"And Mikey made it through freshman year," Gerard added as his younger brother walked up.

"Doesn't make much difference. Now I'll just be a sophomore loser instead of freshman loser."

"Such optimism," Ray noted sarcastically. Gerard's mother let out a light laugh.

"We're proud of you, Gee," she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. He smiled and returned the hug, frowning when she didn't move to pull away.

"Mom? Are you okay?"

"I'm just feeling a bit... weak," she explained. "I think I need to lie down for a while..."

"Let's get home, then." He turned to Ray and Matt, still supporting her. "I'll see you guys-"

"No," she interrupted, her eyes closed now. "Don't go... I just need to sleep..."

He held her tightly as she went limp, keeping her from collapsing to the ground. "Mom? Mom!"

Mikey's eyes widened behind his glasses. "Is she okay?"

"I think she fainted..."

Ray and Matt were watching with concerned expressions. "Maybe you should take her to a hospital," Matt suggested.

Gerard nodded. "Let's go, Mikey."

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"Gee? Can I have some money?"

"Why?"

"I wanna get something from the vending machine down the hall."

Gerard gave his brother an incredulous look. "You just ate!"

"But I'm hungry!" Mikey whined. Gerard sighed and pulled out his wallet, handing Mikey a five-dollar bill.

"Get me a candy bar or something."

Mikey nodded, smiling triumphantly. "Do you want anything, Mom?"

She smiled weakly. "No, thank you, honey." Mikey nodded again and practically skipped out of the room.

"Gerard?"

Gerard looked over at his mother, who was lying in a white hospital bed. "Yeah?"

"I want to talk to you about something. Scoot your chair closer."

Gerard did so, moving close enough that his mother could gently caress his cheek.

"I don't have much time left."

"Don't talk like that, Mom." He reached up, placing his hand over hers.

'Go on like nothing's wrong, and it's almost like nothing is. That's the new Way family motto; what's gotten us through the last two months. Having her break that is not a good sign.'

"It's true, though, and I'm coming to accept it. Aunt Jeanie already has a room ready for Mikey and she has storage space for anything you want to keep there. She'll take care of selling the house and some of the money will go to helping to care for him for the next three years. The rest will be divided between the two of you."

"But-"

"I want you to go to art school, Gerard. I know it's what you want, and I want you to follow your dreams. All any parents ever want for their child is happiness. You should have another money to pay for it, I think."

"Art school?!"

Gerard's head snapped to the doorway, where Mikey was standing, dumbfounded.

"You're leaving me?!"

"Mikey..."

"She's dying and you're abandoning me?"

"I'm not-" Gerard started, but Mikey was already walking away.

"He's just being overly-dramatic," his mother explained.

Gerard rushed after him anyway. He caught him by the arm at the end of the hallway. "Mikey, stop."

"Why should I? Why shouldn't I just walk away? That's what you're doing!"

"Don't be so immature."

Mikey stopped fighting and sniffed, wiping his eyes. "Why are you leaving me?"

Gerard pushed some of Mikey's hair out of his face as he sighed. "I'm not in high school anymore, baby. It's time for me to do something with my life."

"What about us?" Mikey asked quietly.

"I... I think we should break it off."

"What?!"

"Well, what else can we do?"

"Can't we... somehow..."

"Mikey, not only are we brothers, but you're illegal now, and you will be for another three years. And we won't be living together..."

Mikey was crying now. "Is this just your way of saying you don't love me anymore?"

"Of course I love you, baby... I'll love you forever, but it's easier this way."

"I don't care if it's easier!'

"But you will. How long can you last with your life devoted to someone you'll rarely get to talk to and only see a few times a year? And without being able to talk to anyone about it?"

"But... You're all I have, Gee..."

"You just... have to get out there and meet people. You're nice and funny... You'll make friends in no time. Besides, sophomore year is much easier than freshman year."

"Don't change the subject." Mikey was glaring through his tears and Gerard sighed.

"This is hard for me too, Mikes, but it's for the best. I'm sorry."



Chapter Twenty-One

Gerard looked up from the box of comic books he was sorting through when Mikey appeared in the doorway. Gerard found it strange that Mikey would approach him like this; they'd barely spoken to each other since the night at the hospital three weeks before.

"What's up?"

Mikey crossed the room without saying anything and climbed onto the bed, straddling Gerard and pressing their lips together. His hair was wet from the shower he'd taken as soon as they'd gotten home from the funeral. They shared a deep kiss before Gerard pulled away.

"Mikey..."

Mikey ignored Gerard's unspoken objection; kissing him again and again with each kiss growing in passion. Gerard stopped fighting and gave in to a lust he'd been trying to suppress. There was a rush of clothes being removed, heated kisses and tongues trailing elsewhere before Gerard found himself fully naked and hovering over an equally unclothed Mikey.

"Mikey..." he repeated, and Mikey shook his head.

"Don't think. Just do."

Gerard closed his eyes and pushed into him, following his brother's directions. He thought of nothing but the wonderfully familiar and overwhelming sensation of Mikey's heat around his dick as he slid in and out. Mikey was nearly screaming; filling the deserted house with his loud cries and desperate moans.

They came together, both of them shouting out each other's name. Gerard pulled out and collapsed onto him, rolling over to lie side by side with his brother.

Neither of them said a word. Gerard sighed slightly, buried deep in his thoughts.

'That's the very last time I'll ever hear him make those noises. The last time my skin will rub against his as we rock together. Hell, this is practically the last time I'll see him for months. Once I leave tomorrow...'

He watched silently as Mikey stood, pulling his clothes back on. Gerard studied him; every curve of his brother's naked body that he might never see again.

Mikey was almost out the door when Gerard finally spoke up.

"Mikey?"

His brother turned to him, looking as though he were ready to cry.

"Yes?"

"... Goodnight."



Chapter Twenty-Two

Mikey lied on his bed with his eyes closed as his lover played with his hair. A sudden ringing disturbed the peaceful silence and Mikey's eyes snapped open.

"What's that?"

"My phone," Mikey told him, jumping up and pulling his boxers back on.

"But that's not your ring tone."

"It's a special one," he explained. "For my brother."

He grabbed the phone and Frankie frowned. "You have a brother?"

"He left for art school right after my Mom died."

Mikey flipped the phone open and held it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Mikey? It's Gerard."

"Hey Gee... What's up?"

"I just called to see how you were and wish you a merry Christmas... I sent you something."

"I know. I got it."

"You can't open it until Christmas."

"I won't."

"Did you put it under the tree?"

"Aunt Jeanie doesn't buy Christmas trees."

"Oh... right. Do you remember when we used to hang ornaments on the tree together?"

"Yes."

"... Mikey? Are you okay?"

"You haven't called since my birthday, Gee."

Mikey heard Gerard sigh on the other end. "I wanted to call more, but... I thought it would make things harder. I went over it so many times in my head, and it just can't work, baby..."

"Don't call me that," Mikey replied harshly, making Frankie frown in concern.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked, standing and wrapping his arms around Mikey's waist.

"He just called me a name I don't like, that's all."

"Who's that?" Gerard asked curiously.

"His name's Frankie. He lives across the street."

"Oh, good, you've made some new friends."

"He's more than a friend."

"... Oh."

Frankie nuzzled his neck, making Mikey smile as he continued. "He's sweet. Funny. Good-looking."

"Have you fucked him?"

"Yep."

"... Are you happy?"

Mikey's smile softened. "Yeah... I think I am. You?"

"I'm getting there. I... met this girl."

"Girl?"

"Her name's Katie. We're sort of seeing each other. She's good for me, I think."

"That... That's good. You wouldn't want to be all alone down there."

"Yeah... Listen, Mikes, I have to get going. I'll call you sometime soon, alright?"

"Looking forward to it."

"I... never mind." Mikey smiled at this, trying hard to suppress tears.

"I love you too, Gee."

Comments 
26th-Nov-2008 04:34 pm (UTC)
I love this story! this is the first Waycest I'd ever read. This is such a good story, I love how innocent Mikey is in this. Its really hot and funny. It makes me cry too, especially in chapter nineteen, not just because of the cancer, but because of the thing with the bulimia because I used to do that cause of my boyfriend, but he meant it when he said that.

I loved the part with the goths that looked like they were going to eat him,thats so funny.

I read this one about six monthes ago too and just reread it again today and its just as good as I remember it.
31st-Dec-2010 04:55 am (UTC)
this story is so amazing. this is my second time reading it and i still tear up a little when gee breaks up with mikey. i like how he ends up with frankie though. anyway this was really good
11th-May-2012 07:43 am (UTC) - im crying
im just in tears... i miss my lovely... :((
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