*this is something to do with how i do not own any of the characters in the fanfic and have no connection with them whatsoever, furthermore i don't own the rights to this fanfic it was posted on the My Chemical Romance facebook page and many people saved it to their computers, i can no longer keep it on mine and am putting it on here for ''safe keeping'' take it off if you wish i only put it here because i got it in the moment that i liked extreme hardcore MCR slash fanfic with no storyline (tbh i still do except i like storylines aswell hehe) thanks for reading 3 *
Part 1 Bob kissed Mikey s lips softly, relishing in the stolen kiss. "Mikey, I wish I could do this openly." Mikey ruffled Bob s hair. "You know we can t... Gerard..." Bob dropped Mikey s embrace. "Why are you so afraid of him?"
"You know he likes you too..." said Mikey, troubled. His brother's crush on his secret lover was enough to make him nervous. Gerard usually got what he wanted. And Bob was what he wanted.
Bob grabbed Mikey by the waist. "But you know you re what I want right?" Mikey nodded earnestly. He wanted to get off the subject of Gerard... It made him shake, and not in the good way.
Also adding to his nervousness was the younger brother s attraction to his own brother. He was ashamed for thinking of moments where the both of them would be fucking him at the same time, Gerard in his mouth and Bob in his ass.
Mikey turned red at the thought, and pulled Bob into a hard kiss. "Forget about him. Just fuck me now!" Bob pulled his shirt off, and let his hands roam.
Mikey was so warm, vulnerable. "Ssh Mikey, we don t wanna get caught." Mikey tried to unbuckle Bob s belt. "I don t care, I want it now!"
Mikey most likely set a record for the quickest time to remove his clothes and have himself pinned underneath Bob. He breathed hard on the drummer's neck, biting here and there lightly.
Bob groaned and slapped Mikey s ass. "I m gonna fuck you so hard." Mikey moaned loudly and bucked against the drummer. "Don t say it, do it!" Bob propped himself against Mikey s twitching entrance, and started to push in slowly. Mikey yelped at the burning, but God it felt good.
It'd been three days since Mikey had been fucked, and that was far too long. He wrapped his knees around Bob's muscled body and pushed the throbbing cock deeper in him.
Bob groaned and bit into Mikey s shoulder. His ass had grown tight in the past three days, Bob could barely take it. "Fuck, M-Mikey!" He thrust harder into Mikey, relishing his taut body against Bob's. Mikey moaned sluttily, and clenched his thighs harder, hoping to be touched. "Bob, h-harder!"
Bob splayed his hands on Mikey's chest, driving him mad. He moaned. Was he on drugs? Why were his senses always out of control when he was fucked by Bob? It was insane!
Mikey whimpered and writhed. Something about Bob fucking him just turned him into a total whore. "Bob, c'mon, give it to me harder!" Whatever morals Bob had left snapped, and he fucked Mikey relentlessly, hitting his prostate with every other thrust. Mikey dug his nails into Bobs back as his come splattered both their chests.
The constricting and twitching muscles of Mikey's ass as he orgasmed proved too much for Bob in the end, and he came hard with a grunt, leaving bruises in Mikey's hips.
Mikey yelped and collapsed against Bob. "N-Never, never go three days without fucking me, again." Mikey panted, and smothered a soft moan. Bob kissed his neck. "Well if this is the reaction... No promises."
What?" asked Mikey, shuddering as Bob slipped out of him. He propped himself up on his elbows, asking again with his eyes. Bob was being distant lately, talking to Gerard more than usual. This worried Mikey.
Bob pulled up his boxers. "Nothing Mikes, why what s up?" Mikey nibbled his lip. "Is something wrong? Am I doing something?" Bobs eyes filled with hurt. "No, baby you haven t done anything. Don t think that!" Mikey simply dressed and thought of how to tell Bob about his fantasy.
Mikey's mind was tormented. Gerard. Bob. Gerard. Bob. It was a wonder how he could even play on stage that night. He didn't notice his brother feeling him up until his mouth was wide open in an astonished gasp, and he was stumbling over the notes.
Gerard crooned lyrics into the microphone, and his brother s ear, as he caressed Mikey s chest trailing slowly to the front of his jeans. Mikey shivered and looked to Bob, only to see that the drummer was nibbling his lip, not even hiding how turned on he was.
Mikey gasped again as his brother's hands trailed lower, until they grazed over his tight beltline, where he soldier his palm against his stomach, hot, flat, and coiled tight. Gerard pressed his body up against Mikey's back, letting the bassist know that he, too, was aroused.
Mikey moaned and his eyes fluttered closed. "Dammit Gerard," he muttered. Gerard bit Mikey s neck softly and slipped his hand lower into his younger brother s bands. "Am I allowed to show you and these people a good time?" Mikey bucked against the bass, producing fumbled notes. (*pants)
"Fuck not here!" Mikey ripped himself out of his brother's grasp, practically sprinting to the other side of the stage. The crowd was hard to contain, all of the girls crying and screaming and the boys shouting in approval. It all rested on Mikey's shoulders: to incest or not to incest?
Gerard looked at him with big hazel eyes and it was killing Mikey. 'Submit,' the look said. 'Do what you want,' Mikey crossed the stage again and mashed Gerard s lips into a hard kiss. Gerard dropped the microphone and tried desperately to pull Mikey s shirt up. Mikey groaned into his brother s mouth and knotted his hands into Gerard s black tresses. Gerard moaned like a bitch and tweaked his brother s nipple.