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"This is kind of humiliating," Mikey says bluntly, tossing his luggage to the floor and toeing off his shoes once the door is shut behind him.
"Yeah, it's... Not great," Gerard chuckles awkwardly.
They're standing in their shared hotel room together, both of them staring down at the king sized bed. Brian had booked all the members of the band rooms, and Gerard assumes the rest of the guys got separate beds. Unless the rest of them are in the same situation. The thought of Bob turning red with anger over having to share a hotel bed gets a small smile from Gerard.
"Is Brian fucking with us? Is this 'cause I forgot to restock the fridge? It's not my fault we like the same beer."
"No, I'm sure we're not being punished, Mikes," Gerard snorts lightly.
"Fucking feels like it," Mikey huffs, tugging off his too tight jeans and collapsing into the large bed.
Gerard sighs softly and sits on the edge of the unoccupied side of the bed, slowly getting himself undressed. "At least we're off the bus, right?" He tries.
Mikey grunts, already laying under the covers and flipping through the limited channels on TV.
Gerard pouts a little, chucking his boots and jeans to the floor, before he decides to take off his shirt as well and sleep in his boxers. He climbs into bed with his brother, doing his best to keep some space between them. Mikey had picked some random reality TV show to watch, seemingly about good restaurants in the area. Gerard sniffles a little and watches until he slowly drifts off, his body happy to finally be sleeping in an actual bed again.
When he eventually wakes up sometime later, he's pleasantly warm beneath the fluffy hotel comforter, despite how low Mikey likes to keep the hotel AC at. He blinks his tired eyes open and spots that it's almost five in the morning. He yawns and shifts slightly, being careful so he doesn't wake up his brother.
He freezes in his movements almost immediately, eyes widening as he realizes why he's so warm. Mikey's body is pressed up against his back, his brother drooling and clinging onto him like a tired koala. He doesn't really mind the close quarters, knowing full well he's done and seen worse of all his bandmates, but... Mikey's clothed cock pressing against his ass is certainly. New.
He clears his throat, his face burning a little as he fully realizes and takes the situation in. Him and his little brother are cuddling in bed together, and said little brother has his cock pressed firmly against his older brother's ass. And, if Gerard is not mistaken, Mikey is indeed hard against him. He shivers a little, not sure what to do in the moment.
"Quit moving," Mikey grunts out, spooking Gerard from his small crisis. His voice is rough with sleep and for some reason, it makes Gerard flush further.
"It's just- Mikes-" He tries, sweating a little now.
"I know," Mikey murmurs, his face pressed into Gerard's messy hair now and muffling his words. "'m'sorry," he says.
"It's okay," Gerard laughs lightly, he can't help it. "You're a guy, Mikes. It happens."
"It's not that," Mikey shakes his head. "'cause of you."
"Huh?" Gerard breathes out, sure he's misheard or misunderstood.
"Don't make me say it," Mikey murmurs, and Gerard is almost positive he's pouting.
"Just... Trying to understand, Mikes."
Mikey goes to pull away, mumbling out his apologies but Gerard's hand quickly shoots out to stop him. He quickly flips over, turning to face his brother. Mikey's knitted brows and flushed cheeks almost stop him in his tracks, and he swallows thickly at the sight.
"Don't leave," Gerard eventually requests, holding onto Mikey's wrist. "It's okay," he smiles gently.
"It's weird," Mikey denies, shaking his head. "Disgusting."
Gerard shrugs a shoulder lightly. "Maybe. But when have either of us ever been anything but weird and disgusting?" He asks, grinning a little.
That finally earns a little smile from Mikey, the younger rolling his eyes playfully. "I guess," he agrees.
Gerard soothes his thumb over Mikey's skin, gently holding his hand now. "Can I kiss you?" He watches Mikey's Adam's apple bob as his brother swallows thickly before he's nodding. Gerard beams and happily moves in closer, drawing Mikey down for a sweet and gentle kiss.
"I love you, Mikes," he whispers against Mikey's lips. "Nothing's gonna change that."
"Mm," Mikey agrees with a little nod. "Not even if I ask to jerk off right now?"
Gerard cackles a little, caught off guard by the direct question. "Yeah, man. Not even then."
"Cool," Mikey nods, his free hand holding against the elastic waistband now. "Can I, then?"
Gerard breathes out a little shakily but he's nodding without any hesitation. "Yeah, 'course."
"You should, too," Mikey murmurs before he's pulling down his boxers, tossing them to join the pile of his stuff already on the floor. And truly, Gerard would never be able to deny his brother when he suggests something so nicely. So soon enough, he's joining in and getting naked, too.
"We don't, uh... Have lube, right?" Gerard asks quietly.
Mikey snorts softly. "Relax, I wasn't thinking about doing that right now, anyways. Just wanna enjoy time with you."
Gerard visibly relaxes and he nods, taking his cock in hand.
"We could... Grind? If you wanted?" Mikey's suggesting a few moments later, and Gerard's nodding again without thinking. Mikey smiles shyly and moves in closer, the two moaning in unison as their cocks press together.
Mikey's eyes are closed as he rolls his hips, gasping softly as their cocks rubs together. Gerard is watching him intently, feeling like a creep while he pants and moans and watches his baby brother get off. He's feeling weirdly okay with the situation, and he's not sure if it's because of the lack of sleep or just because he loves Mikey too much to really care. He's sure he'll freak out about it all later, but for now he'll enjoy himself.
He starts to move his hips together with Mikey, their rhythm a little out of a sync but each pass of their cocks has the two moaning.
"Feels so good, Mikey," Gerard whispers, the words leaving his mouth before he even realizes he's speaking them. Mikey just nods in agreement, his cock twitching against Gerard's. He decides to try his best to keep his mouth shut, just wanting to enjoy the moment with Mikey without letting his word vomit get the better of him.
Mikey closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Gerard's shoulder, moaning heavily in the small area between their skin. Gerard reaches a hand up to gently run through Mikey's hair, tilting his hips a little to get their cocks to meet together at a better angle.
Mikey is moaning openly now, and Gerard is only slightly ashamed to admit he recognizes the way Mikey sounds as he's getting close to orgasm. In his defense, he has known him his whole life.
"Gonna cum, Mikey?" Gerard breathes out, starting to roll his hips faster now. "Wanna feel it, c'mon. Let's cum together."
Mikey chews at his bottom lip, just barely muffling his next desperate moan. He nods and starts to move his hips faster as well, gasping sweetly.
"There you go, c'mon," Gerard whispers.
"S-shut up," Mikey laughs breathlessly, a high pitched little gasp leaving his lips as Gerard takes both their cocks in hand, encouraging Mikey to cum. "Fuck," he gasps, his brows knitting together as he cums, painting both his and Gerard's cocks with cum.
Gerard grins then, letting go of Mikey's cock, just jerking himself off now as he watches Mikey catch his breath. "Fuck-" He cries, his toes curling as he cums.
"Gross," Mikey snickers as Gerard wipes his hand off on the comforter. "Dude, we gotta sleep with that."
Gerard giggles and shrugs. "Nothing we haven't done before."
The two shift the comforter around so the wet spot is away from them and get comfortable in bed together again, pressed up closer this time.
"Love you, Mikes. This doesn't change anything between us, yeah?" Gerard murmurs, brushing Mikey's messy hair from his face.
"Go to bed, Gee," Mikey complains with a yawn.