Today I kind of surprised myself, I didn't really want Mystery Play to have any sex in it, because generally speaking I don't like my longer fics to have sex, since then it feels like people are only reading for the cheap pr0n and not reading for the story's sake. However, something my girlfriend said on the phone last night put an idea in my head, and it ended up fitting really well with the bulk of the story.
Exerpt:
There were a few moments of white hot bliss, and then his brother was placing that gentle, lingering kiss to the back of his neck, as was his way. Gerard slowly pulled away, fingers sliding off his hips, though Mikey imagined his claws sliding out rather than off.
Mikey finally collapsed properly onto the bed once his brother moved away, chest heaving, sparks flying behind his closed eyelids. He shifted onto his side slightly, drawing the pillow to his chest, holding it loosely in his arms like a sleepy child would his stuffed bear.
Or blanket, Mikey always slept with a blanket, his weary mind recalled. It was Gerard that slept with stuffed animals. Never bears though.
A soft, familiar chuckle broke through his heavy thought and Mikey blinked his eyes open, squinting to help his eyes see better, though with little luck. “What’s so funny?”
He felt a dip in the bed as Gerard moved back onto it, curling on his side facing Mikey. His voice was hushed and gentle, and Mikey knew that whatever demons had been plaguing his brother had been purged, at least for now.
“You. Curled up the same way you used to back home.” Another breathy giggle and Gerard shifted a bit closer, moving a hand up to brush Mikey’s sweat drenched hair off his brow. “It’s a lovely contrast to how hard I just fucked you.”
Mikey had to fight to hold back a laugh, rolling his eyes, still trying to bring his brother’s face into focus. “You have a way with words, asshole.”
Gerard did laugh at that, not trying to hold back as Mikey had. He moved his hand down to cup Mikey’s cheek, thumb moving to brush softly just under Mikey’s eye. “I’m sorry I broke your glasses.”
The youngest Way shrugged, holding the pillow a bit closer to his chest now, his fingers tangling in the cotton pillowcase. Clinging slightly. “I have my spares with me, not that big a deal.”
There was a moment of comfortable silence between the brothers, their shared breaths slowly evening out to a less erratic pace. Gerard almost sounded like he’d fallen asleep, so it was with great hesitance that Mikey spoke again, yawing very slightly as he did. “What was all that?”
Gerard peaked his eyes open, blinking the claws of sleep away from his eyelids. He grunted softly, questioningly, his lips not wanting to form proper words at the moment.
“It’s been a while since you were so desperate, is all.” Mikey shrugged, shaking his head. “Never mind.”
Gerard was quiet again, and Mikey wondered if he had drifted off to sleep now. He waited, listening to the quiet hum of his brother’s breathing. Finally he shifted, moving over to the edge of the bed and squinting around for his discarded clothes.
“You don’t have to leave.”
Mikey tripped over one of his shoes as Gerard spoke, cursing softly as he stubbed his toe. He hopped a bit until the throbbing faded, then picked his shoe up and started lacing it back up. “It’s okay. You seem tired. I’m not. Think I’ll go see how the others are doing.” He chuckled a bit. “You did sort of just drag me off during the middle of dinner, you know. They probably think you were hit with inspiration or something.”
Mikey was just reaching for his second show when leans arms slide around his waist. He jumped, but then relaxed into the hug, leaning back into his brother’s chest. He worried his lip a moment, one hand moving to cover the arms around his hips, his mind a clutter of worry and curiosity. What aren’t you telling me, G?
After a long moment his brother placed a very soft kiss just under his ear. “When you see Frank, tell him to stop by my room. I have something I want to show him.”
Mikey had to fight himself not to sigh; his brother could be so frustrating sometimes. He shook his head, then nodded, pulling out of his brother’s arms to finish dressing. “Yeah, okay. If I see him. I think he went out with Ray.”
Gerard’s voice had moved when he spoke again, and Mikey turned, seeing the dark blur that was his brother seated once more on the bed.
“Yeah. Okay.” The blur shifted and Mikey could just make out his brother right arm crossing over his chest to grip his left, a nervous habit of his. The gesture only fueled Mikey’s concern, but he held his thoughts away. If Gerard wanted to talk, he would. There was no sense in forcing anything out of him.
“Whenever you see him, it doesn’t have to be tonight.”
Mikey nodded, his hair falling back down where it belonged in front of his eyes. He finally found his shirt and slipping it back over his head. He stumbled his way over to the door, fingers gripping the handle a moment but not turning. He glanced over his shoulder at Gerard, trying to read him, gain some knowledge from his body language that would give him a clue as to what was troubling his brother.
No luck though, and with a light sigh Mikey left the room.
Gerard stayed frozen in place on the bed for a moment, right arm still crossed over his chest. He could feel the heavy racing of his heart still, though it should have calmed long before then. He pulled in a very shaky breath, rising to his feet and moving to the collection of glass and plastic that had once been Mikey’s glasses.
He bent down, picking up a particularly large shard and holding it up to the dim light. At such an angle that he could see a very tinny reflection of himself.
He’d wanted to answer Mikey, wanted to still his brother’s fears, soothe his worry. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t even know what was wrong with him anymore. It was almost like he’d been someone else tonight, like his body had been seized, possessed, though he knew he’d been in complete control the entire time.
Gerard set the glass shard back down in the pile with his mates, moving his hand up to run shaking fingers through matted hair. It was getting long again, though he wasn’t really sure if that was a good thing. It reminded him too much of where they – he – had been, and he didn’t want that. He – they – needed to move forward.
He moved back to his bed, pulling the covers aside and slipping into the still unfamiliar bedding. He drew the bedspread right up under his nose, blocking so that it was almost difficult to breath.
Just before he drifted off into a doze his eyes fell on the ruin of glasses again. His final thoughts before sleep took him were about his brother, and how thankful he was that he’d made the snap decision to break his glasses.
The last thing he needed right now were those familiar eyes dipping into his soul.
No comments:
Post a Comment