Pairing: Gerard Way/Mikey Way
Warnings: Infantilism, AU
Notes: I wanted to add some scat/watersports in this but I couldn't seem to. Gah I wanna write scat brain! Let me! Next xmas fic for theskeeishere
Me and my brother always had a dysfunctional relationship. It started when we reached our teens or, more to the point, when Gerard did. At the time we shared a room, so when Gerard started jerking off I noticed. Naturally being curious I asked him about it by, in my awkward way, turning the light on half way through and asking what he was doing. Several months later I started to get boners and he, like the good brother he was, shown me exactly what to do.
It kinda went on from there.
Now, almost ten years later, we were living in New York. Gerard was an artist. He was working on a comic book right now, which was pretty awesome although my opinion was probably a little biased. I thought everything he did was awesome.
Even now he was downstairs, working away at it.
While he was down there I was curled up in the crib watching cartoons. Due to having our own space we'd spent the last few years trying different things. We'd tried all kinds of kinks, pretty much all of the ones that we could. Some of the stuff didn't really work out that well. Like when we tried cbt, but Gerard's fear of needles led to that going a bit... wrong. Most, however, we'd liked to varying degrees. This one, infantilism, had been something I'd chosen a few months back.
When we first tried it we, obviously, didn't have the crib. All we'd had then was a pacifier and some adult diapers. So he put them on me, ran his fingers through my hair and told me what a good little baby I was. It felt pretty strange, oddly liberating and comforting.
As such we got a few more bits and pieces over time and now, we had this set up.
Absently I sucked my thumb, my other arm wrapped around the cuddly unicorn that Gerard had given me. I was still watching cartoons, though I was expecting my brother to come up any minute. As if on cue, the second the credits for Spongebob rolled, my brother entered the room, humming the theme as he approached me. He was still looking much the same as he had when he'd descended the stairs to his basement studio. He was wearing a plain black tee and pale, wellworn jeans. His hair was a shock of red, the latest in a series of rainbow colours. Somehow the red suited him. At least I thought so anyway.
"How's my little baby doing?" I smiled up at him, reaching my arms up for him. He pushed the side of the crib down, then scooped me up into his arms. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him tight.
"I'm doing ok daddy." He smiled and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too sweetie." He rocked me in his arms, one hand moving down to cup the diaper. "Want me to change you?"
I shook my head and leaned int his touch just a little. "No daddy. I like it full."
He nodded and carried me towards the sofa, setting me down beside him. I felt my cock start to swell inside the softness of my diaper as I looked over at him. I reached out, shifting my hands down to his crotch. I looked at him for a moment, then he smiled. "So you want to play with your favourite toy huh?" I nodded, looking up at him with big, round eyes from behind my glasses. "Ok. Just be careful with it."
I nodded and eagerly began to undo his flies, freeing his large cock into my hands. I instantly wrapped my fingers around the firm length and started to stroke him in the way I knew he liked, watching as he leaned back against the sofa cushions. He looked so beautiful.
After a few moments he lifted up a little, pushing his jeans down his legs until they were at his ankles. I kept stroking him steadily, smiling at the sight of his bare legs. I leaned in close and started to lap at his balls, smiling when I heard him moan. I kept mouthing his balls, speeding up my hand as I did so. I was rutting slightly against the sofa, the warm wetness of the diaper surrounding me, making me groan softly against my brother.
Seeing how eager I was, he reached down and started groping my bulge. "That's it, good baby." He squeezed just the right amount, making me roll my hips more. His other hand fell into my hair, loosely gripping the locks as I took his balls into my mouth. I inhaled his scent, running my other hand over his thigh. I kept my eyes open the whole time, even though my glasses got in the way a little and were fogging up slightly. I watched his dick throb and twitch in front of me, which always was a fucking beautiful sight.
"Fuck Mikey..." He hissed back a breath. I knew when he slipped up, using my name instead of baby, that he was close. It didn't really bother me though, I loved making my brother cum. If I could I'd do it all day I would, but I knew it was physically impossible. Pity really. He gripped my hair a little tighter, my tongue shifting just a little to lap at the base of his cock. At that contact he groaned louder, releasing over my forehead and his t-shirt.
I smiled, pulling back and bending his cock a little, lapping the few drops from his head. As he panted above me I shifted up, licking the cum from his shirt before moving until my head was level with him so he could remove the rest from me with his tongue. "Mmmm good boy." He panted softly, in between long swipes over my skin. "I'll get you off soon." A smile played across his lips ass he stoked my hair. "When I change you." I nodded and laid over him, curling up on the sofa with my head on his thighs, reaching up to suck my thumb once again.