They were in their favorite country in the world: Osaka, Japan. The hotel window overlooked the lit city at night; the cherry blossom trees outside were beginning to bloom. And what better way to end their tour in this place, than spending an intimate night with your significant other?
Following his post-concert shower, Mikey emerged from the bathroom and saw Gerard - having also showered - awaiting at the foot of the bed. Gerard was wearing the same thing he wore at their last shows: a white dress shirt, with black pencil skirt, leather gloves, a dark pantyhose and high heels. Mikey did not expect his lover like this, and he gasped out with surprise and desire.
Mikey himself had on fresh casual wear, stepping over to the bed. Gerard, legs crossed with one bouncing patiently, turned to see him, a teasing grin on his lips.
"You like what you see?" Gerard asked. Mikey nodded. "I thought so." Mikey stood in his place in front of Gerard, his eyes glued to the legs, which the elder man noticed himself. "Now, show me-show me how much you want me."
And Mikey did. He immediately got down on his knees to take one calf in his hands, only for a heel to land on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He gazed up into Gerard's face.
"Not so fast," Gerard told him. "Use your teeth." He slowly dragged the tip of his heel downwards Mikey's body, before dropping it flat on the ground.
Letting out a deep, shaky sigh, Mikey leaned forward, his mouth being grant access to Gerard's hip, who lifted his skirt and leaned to one side. Mikey gripped at the hem of the legwear with his teeth—being right next to the matching black panties worn underneath. Carefully, making sure not to make a tear, he pulled it down, as slow as possible. Doing so, he was exposed to the pale, hairless skin beneath. Mikey's eyes were drawn to this, while simultaneously trying to concentrate on the pantyhose's condition. He could also smell the lotion that had been lathered on prior. Having now pulled one side down to Gerard's foot, Mikey could only sit still, his sweating palms laying flat on his lap, as though distracted by the bare flesh before him. He steadily lifted his view to Gerard's, who was smiling softly.
The older man knew what the younger was asking with that silent gaze. In response, he removed his foot from his heel and rested it on Mikey's shoulder, slightly pushing against his neck. He nodded towards the kneeling man.
Seeing that he was given the go-ahead, Mikey turned to kiss the leg, traveling upwards. When he got past the knee, Mikey opened his mouth and started making a trail of bites. Still, he did not touch Gerard with his own hands, which were now clenching into fists. Having reached the inner thigh, Mikey again looked up, and after another exchanged glance, he turned to bite the other exposed leg. Downwards, his bites became open-mouthed kisses. Reaching the downed pantyhose, his teeth and lips closed in on the wear, finally removing it from Gerard completely, who helped by lifting his foot from his heel.
Once again, mesmerized by how curvy Gerard's legs appeared - whether in or out of tights - Mikey lowered his head back down to kiss his way up from ankle to knee, bite and lick from knee to thigh. His face right at the hem of the skirt, he felt himself beginning to be squeezed between Gerard's thighs. This elicited him to open his eyes and look upward, a small whimper escaping from him-not because it hurt, but because he knew this was being done to get an audible reaction out of him.
Loving being surrounded by soft skin, Mikey breathed out, "Can I... touch myself?"
"You may."
And so, Mikey opened his pants, shifted them down a little, and reached within to stroke his hardening member. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of his cheeks and lips rubbing against Gerard, who had loosened his grip a bit. Mikey kept his moans mostly to himself, only releasing sighs.
Watching and listening, Gerard could also feel the sheer warmth from Mikey's face between himself.
At some point, with his breath quickening and muffled moans getting louder, he felt an orgasm coming. He stopped before it hit him, taking out his hand and wiping it on his pants. He slid his face down, resting his damp forehead on the thigh, catching his breath.
"No, not yet," he panted, and it was understood what he meant.
Having given himself a minute for the feeling of almost climaxing to subside, he noticed how close he was to Gerard's crotch; the erection now pushing through the underwear. Then a leather gloved hand reached out and grabbed his chin, making him look up towards Gerard's teasing expression.
"You wanna ride me?" Gerard asked. "Like before?"
By before, he was referring to the Summer night the bassist gyrated on the singer's bare legs while both still had their clothes on. Mikey nodded.
"Say it," Gerard clarified.
Mikey begged, "Yes, I do! Please! I'm so hard."
As he let go, Gerard permitted, "Come on." He leaned back, loudly patting one of his spread legs.
Getting on his feet and impatiently taking off the rest of his pants – almost stumbling in the process – the bassist sat upon the singer, positioning his legs in-between one of the thighs, and began to move forward. Even with his boxers still on, he did not mind if his own penis would slip out and rub against his lover's skin from time to time.
With his hands on Mikey's hips, Gerard stared at Mikey in the meantime, whose expression was as desperate as it was when he was beneath him; his moans continued to be stifled.
Gerard then said, "C'mon, I wanna hear you while you fuck yourself. Say it with me: ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Mikey did, gazing down at his lover, both their movements and vocals now in a unionized rhythm. If listening to Gerard's voice during their intimacy was a delight to Mikey, it was all the more for the former. Gerard peeled off one leather glove - his hand and forearm feeling free of the heat it had built within - and started running a palm along Mikey's thigh.
"Mike, tell me-," he queried, which made the addressed quiet down to listen, "why do you love my legs so much?"
"Ah!" Mikey gasped out, still getting used to the sound of his own voice while being so aroused. "You...," he began, "your legs feel so good! They're so smooth, and your thighs are so thick. Mmph. So soft!" He gulped down a moan. A hand leaped out to squeeze Gerard's other thigh. "They're so curvy, in and out of your pantyhose. The lotion you put on to make them look shiny. I love how, when you wear your shorts, no matter how small they are, I can't even see your dick; nor through your tight, black panties. And-God!" Gerard had dug his heel against the edge of the bed, beginning to bounce his leg against Mikey's groin, who angled himself to grind against the side. "Your muscles! The way they stand out, and their firmness. Ohh, God! I'm–!"
Mikey's words dwindled to crying gasps as he reached his high and proceeded to ride it out, his head thrown back and eyelids squeezing shut. Gerard pressed his palm on Mikey's rear, encouraging him to dig in as much was desired. Already, the warm fluids escaped from Mikey's boxers, running down from him and onto Gerard.
Gerard would have followed suit, though he managed to hold it back, pausing and biting his lip-not that Mikey was paying attention, however, lost in his own waves of pleasure. Once satisfied, Mikey flopped against Gerard in a limp embrace.
Hugging him back, Gerard told the panting man, "You did amazing, baby. But we're not done yet." Before Mikey could respond, he was grabbed and flipped onto his back, looking up at the man in slight surprise. "My turn," he said with a mischievous grin.
Not wanting to rush into things, Gerard gravitated his mouth on Mikey's, who gratefully returned the kiss. His lips lowered to Mikey's neck, who arched back to allow more room. Finally, he began to grind himself against Mikey's body, which was welcomed.
Gerard whispered into Mikey's ear, "I've said before I don't mind just seeing your face while going crazy for me. Mmph. But getting to hear you-fuck." He caught himself before continuing, "You praising my body. The way you take your time to taste, kiss and bite me. You make me feel better about myself-proud to have these legs to fuck yourself on. And it gets me hot, too. Ah! Ah, ah, ahh..."
He nuzzled into Mikey's neck as he reached climax, moaning loudly and pushing harder, his hips eventually stilling. With a familiar erotic thrill surging through himself, Mikey pressed his thighs between Gerard's, bending his back and tightening his hold, letting out a deep sigh.
As Gerard settled down, Mikey spoke softly - his volume a contrast to just minutes before - "Uhm... I think I just came again."
"Oh. Good. I almost did, too, earlier."
"Really?"
"Yeah. When you first came. But I wanted us to last, y'know?" He lifted his head and, with tousled hair and damp skin, looked at Mikey tiredly. "To get a chance to tell you those things."
"More fun for us, huh?" Mikey smiled, cupping Gerard's face in his hands.
Their lips met again, a couple of gentle kisses that became more intense. And then they recalled the mess they had just made.
"Mm," Gerard voiced through their lip contact, pulling away. "We're still not done."
A spark of anticipation lit through Mikey's eyes, as Gerard got up and walked over to the nightstand. Pulling his other glove off and setting it down, he got out a sequence of tissues from a tissue box, and headed back over to the foot of the bed. He sat before Mikey, a warm hand resting on his knee. Setting one bundle of tissue aside, Gerard took the other and slowly wiped the fluid from Mikey's skin with care-who gazed on in awe and admiration; that his lover was cleaning him up without question.
When he was done, Gerard looked up and said, his tone supple, "Your turn."
They were back to the way they were at the start: Gerard sitting down with Mikey kneeling before him. Gerard reached under his skirt, and pulled down his underwear. What followed was a trail of white fluid from said underwear, mingling with the stains that were already on himself. Resting it between his parted ankles, Mikey proceeded to grab his tissues and slowly wipe his way up.
Gently pressing down the tissue, Mikey got the chance to once again admire the muscle tone. He also appreciated the fact that his brother had not forgotten their last encounter, in which he noticed Mikey staring at his legs as both men cleaned themselves up.
Maybe next time, Mikey had said; and now, here he was, doing just that.
Upon reaching the inner thigh, Mikey could not help but kiss that spot again-a much more chastely one. He rested his head on Gerard's lap, shutting his eyes, and soon felt a set of fingers massaging his scalp. If he could stay like this all night, he would. After a few minutes of this, two men took care of their own stained clothing, and laid in bed, wrapped around the sheets and each others' arms.
"Wow," Gerard sighed. "I think that was better than the last time.
"Both times were amazing," Mikey chuckled. He ran a finger along the bare collarbone, circling the hollow of Gerard's throat, who had undone several buttons of his shirt. "I love hearing your voice, the way you tease and encourage me."
"I love that I was able to make you come twice." Gerard's eyes lit up with humor, which made Mikey chuckle again.
"Thank you for that."
A kiss on the forehead. "Any time."