Pairing: Gerard Way/Mikey Way/Ian Watkins
Notes: It's another short one I'm afraid so... vaguely inspired by the Kerrang shoot Gerard and Ian did forever ago.
I tapped my foot on the floor, waiting for Gerard. Honestly, how long dd it take to put on some fresh eyeliner and sort out his stuff? I sighed softly, heading towards the dressing room he occupied. Maybe he was waiting for me to come to him instead of the other way around. We'd agreed on meeting at my room after the shoot but it would be just like him to forget. I bit my lower lip, pushing open his door slowly. I could hear moaning from within, which made it clear why he'd not shown up. He had some cheap whore in there.
I consider just turning back and leaving them to it, but a large part of me wanted to investigate. After all, Gerard was attractive and I did wonder if he was a top or bottom. I pushed the door open more, enough so I could step inside. Gerard was in all fours and naked in the middle of the room. Behind him, facing away from me, was the guy fucking him. The fact he was with a guy didn't surprise me in the slightest, in fact, I probably would've been shocked if there was a girl with him. This guy wore boots but nothing else and he was certainly slimmer then Gerard. His body was unmarked from where I was looking, though it was clear he wore glasses.
He stopped his movements, though he still held onto Gerard's hips. "Are you just going to watch?" I recognised that voice, it was Mikey. Gerard's brother. I blinked slightly in realisation. Gerard was being fucked by his brother. He had his cock inside him. Why wasn't I disgusted by this? Why was my cock as hard as a rock? Mikey turned to face me, rolling his eyes behind his glasses. "Come on."
Slowly I came closer, starting to undress as I did. He smirked at me, then resumed fucking his brother like he did before noticing me. By the time I got to them I was practically naked, only wearing my trainers. I wasn't exactly sure what I should do now I'd lost the clothes, so I just watched them as they fucked. Mikey kept up the movements of his sharp hips, turning again to look at me. "Stupid fucking Welshman." He growled softly, shaking his head and moving a hand to grab Gerard's hair, pulling his head back. "Use him."
Gerard glanced at me, licking his lips and parting them to form an o. Finally I moved around in front, aiming my cock for his lips. Before I could move any closer to him his lips met my soft flesh, his tongue snaking over me lightly. I moved my hips forward, watching him take my shaft down his throat. He clasped his lips around me tight, bobbing his head up and down while Mikey kept pounding him. Mikey released his brothers hair, returning his hand to his ass and digging his nails into his skin. Mikey stared into my eyes, not making any sounds of pleasure, all the moans I heard earlier clearly from Gerard.
Mikey leaned closer to me, covering my lips with his own and forcing his tongue between them. He wiggled his tongue around mine, but I was too surprised to respond right away. He didn't seem to care though, reaching a hand up to stroke my sweaty skin, his fingers caressing my tattoos on my arms. He tasted sweet with the vague hint of cigarettes. He parted from my lips, panting softly against my face. I smiled a little at his shiny lips, which twisted into a smirk. "Hurry up Welshy, cum down my fatass brother's throat."
I grunted, wishing I could hold off. Gerard was squeezing his lips, lapping along my veins and over my head with his soft tongue while he bobbed faster. I squeezed my eyes shut, thrusting my gun tattooed hips against his face as I unloaded onto his tongue and down his throat. He swallowed what I gave him, his throat contracting around me as he did so. I pulled back, leaving just my head inside his mouth. I stood like that, letting my dick soften for a few moments before I finally removed myself. I watched Mikey keep up his movements for several more minutes before he finally stopped, pulling out his sticky cock. I wasn't sure when he'd came, since he didn't show any visible signs of doing so. He picked up some clothes and dressed quickly, looking back at us. "He's all yours."
And then he left.