A small whimper peeped through the lips he was trying to hard to keep closed. His brother's eyes immediately shot up at him, almost offended he had missed the motion of the moan coupled with the most beautiful sound. Mikey's glasses teeter off the edge of his nose, too lost in the heat to fix them back onto his face, not like they'd stay perfect for very long, at this point. He can't look at Gerard, he's mortified to have let that squeak out, because Gerard must think it's stupid and ugly sounding, and such a turn off, and he won't fool around with him anymore and twirl his short pale fingers in his hair at 2 am while sleep begins to take them over.
Mikey won't look at him, he doesn't get to see how curious Gerard's eyes are, wanting, encouraging, and needing more little slip-ups from his younger brother. Gerard pulls off his dick, catching the stringing saliva in his mouth and swallowing as Mikey exhales a little too sharply from the loss of contact. He knows he's ruined it now, Gerard stopped, and now he's going to say something about how awful he is, and how disgusting he is for leading his older brother, and persuading him into these late nights together and maybe making him fall in love with him.
"You sound fucking hot, Mikey." His voice is low and raspy, like after he takes a deep inhale of whatever happens to be rolled in paper between his lips on saturday nights. "It really turns me on. I'd really like if you made noises more often."
Mikey just nods quickly, his face so flushed he can't think straight or hear very well but what he does understand is that Gerard liked that, and he wants more. But what Mikey really wants is for his older brother to put his throat around his dick again. And he does that shortly and eagerly.
He's never been a man of many words, but the tricks Gerard is pulling, the flicks the slurps and the reverberating noises from his vocal chords that sing such beautiful songs now singing vibrations around his cock make him loose it. And in those few seconds of dizzying white sparks, Mikey forgets how reserved he's supposed to be and makes a noise he doesn't hear himself, but he hears about it when they're lying under Gerard's heavy blankets and he's playing with his hair again.
"You're good," Mikey says, eyes closing.
"You're better." Gerard rustles his nose into the nape of neck, liking the smell of the fresh sweat cast over his skin like new morning dew. Mikey smiles.
"Thanks, Gee.