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It was all jokes, Gerry knew that—he really did—which is why he was that much embarrassed by wanting it. 

For months Gerry and Mike had been throwing eachother around in order to beat a lietner out of the other. Unfortunately for Gerry, Mike had discovered the easiest way to get a rise out of Gerry: flirting.

Gerry was essentially a virgin- he had had sex, but it was more like masturbation using eachothers bodies, he'd never had the whole flirting thing, or touching, or any of that shit. It had always been a dick in a hole. He also had never dated, had no friends, and a neglectful mum- obviously he was an attention whore, and last but not least, pain turned him on.

So Mike's compliments and teasing and dramatic moans and all of it really threw him off game in a fight. Furthermore..... Gerry was just very glad he had a vag, Mike didn't need to know how he felt.

It was after one of these fights that Gerry got home, absolutely buzzing. He got into bed as quick as he could, sliding a CD into his player, and then his fingers imdiantly slipped into his boxers.

Slowly he dips a finger into his slick cunt, he massages that spot that got his breath hot and heavy. Not long after, he adds a second finger. The two fingers press and slide against that spot, but he wants so much more, he wants to feel fuller and so much deeper.

He imagines it's Mike's hand, Mike being oddly gentle in such a new but nice way. He rubs Gerry's thigh nad whispers something hot to him.

'You are just so handsome'

His voice basically vibrates agaisnt Gerry's ear. Mike's teeth scrape against Gerry's neck , his tongue licking a stripe up it. Gerry gasps, that spot getting so much nicer and that fire inside him ramping up.

In the back of his mind a little voice was calling him pathetic and weak for imagining Mike being so nice and there at all because he doesn't actually like Gerry, but Gerry was feeling too good to care.

He digs his hand into the drawer next to his bed and pulls out his small purple vibrator. He removes his hand—stifling the pathwtic noise that causes—and scrambles to turn the thing on.

He takes a breath as the thing runs over his throbbing and ignored clit, he then continues to ignore it as his pussy gapes around nothing.

Gerry brings his spare hand to his mouth and bites down on his wrist, revelling in the pain. The vibrator gradually sinks in deeper, Gerry's eyes practically roll into the back of his head as the purple thing presses against his cervix.

He bites down on his black painted lip- his lip peirceing clinking against his teeth. The hand had been biting now pulled on his hair, illiciting a breathy pitched moan from himself.

Gerry imagines Mike bending him against a wall and hititng that deep in him. He's biting Gerry's neck hard enough to leave violent marks there. One hand is steadying Gerry's hips and the other pulls his hair so hard that Gerry's head is yanked backwards, Mike looks him the eyes as Gerry comes.

And just like that Gerry is tensing up around the vibrator, his body goes sharp and still, he throws his head back and arvhes off the bed, his jaw hanging slack and his eyes scrunched closed. The hand in his hair sneaks down to his peirced nipples to softly rub and tug at them as he tries to move the vibrator slowly. 

Gerry hums a moan high pitched and whiney as he turns the vibrator off and slides it out. He lies there for a moment, head and body alike feeling fuzzy but so fucking good. His legs weakly slide down to lay him sprawled on the bed. 

Gerry lazily fumbles for his phone off the side table, he pulls up his camera, feeling sk hot wirh how mused his hair looks, his makeup looking smudged and his face looking well fucked.

He has a thought.

And takes a selfie with his face and just enough of his chest to see the peircings.

And sends it.

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Gerry and Mike kissed their way into Mike's apartment, when the finally got in, Mike pulls Gerry down by his shirt and bites painfully at Gerry's neck, drawing a down right unforgivable noise from the goth.

"Fuck"

Gerry moans, pressing Mike closer and carding a hand through Mike's hair. Mike slides a hand under Gerry's loose shirt and up to his peirced nipples, smirking at the sigh that earns him. 

It's a few more minutes of this; hungry bites, whineful little sounds and roaming hands, but eventually they silently agree that the strain of their jeans was getting too uncomfortable. Mike leads the way to his bedroom, giving neither of them a chance to breathe. 

He throws Gerry onto the bed and straddles his hips, kissing Gerry's hot fucking face roughly.

"Mike I think you've made sure I'll have hickeys plastering my neck and face, can we get to the sex part??"

Gerry asks, on the edge of begging.

"I told you that we are not having sex tonight."

Mike replies smuggly, it takes him a moment but eventually the realisation dawns on Gerry, closely followed by a groan.

"And how do you prepose you pay for this book"

The casheir purrs, Mike had been working her for nearly 40 minutes- he was gobsmacked her boss hadn't came in, but then again the shop was very quiet due to how high end it is.

"I can think of a few things"

Mike leans over the table with a sultry little grin. The girl darkens a few shades to an alluring wanton red- twirling her hair and laughing like some bimbo in a romcom.

"Well"

She states, leaning in closer, placing a finger under Mike's chin to pull him closer, leaving them nose to nose. Distantly, Mike heard the bell ring, but he was far to close to fuck up now- and she wasn't even the worst he'd slept with for a book, especially considering he was gay.

He was just lucky that the 1 day he forgets his wallet is the day the casheir is desperate and horny and totally into him.

The next thing he feels isn't a kiss or a whisper- no, its a brutish shove to the ground.

"FUCKING SLUT, YOU GAVE ME CHLAMYDIA!!"

Gerard's ever so grating voice booms. The casheir shreiks as Gerard goes off on Mike, Mike can do nothing but stare at him scornfully before storming out. Not 10 minutes later, Gerard comes out with a smirk, the book, and slightly smudged eyeliner.

"I gave you chlamydia? Well have fun wanking yourself off tonight!"

Mike yelled with a slap to the face. Gerry had thought he was in the clear when Mikr calmed down after Gerry bought him a 2nd beer.

Clearly he had been wrong.

"Oh come on Mike!"

Gerry yells, somewhere between a whine and a shout. Mike laughs condescendingly, getting off of Gerry and rustling through a drawer.

"Mike, c'mon, you're hard too, you telling me you're just gonna go jerk off when you habe a very talented mouth right here-"

Gerry tries to convince him, but he's cut off by his own confusion when Mike straddles him again, now higher up more on his stomach then pins him down. Mike leans down to be flush against Gerry's ear.

"Maybe if you're a good boy I'll let you suck me off"

He murmurs, sultry. Gerry stills a little, looking Mike deep in the eyes in shock, seeming a little breathless. Gerry would never admit he was such a bottom, but he was, he really really was.

"Ok"

He agrees in a voice just as surprised as his face. Mike smiles in a way that should probably scare Gerard, and it did...in a sort of thrilling way..

"Lie there and don't move for now."

Mike instructs. Gerry nods, recieving a goading stare from Mike.

"Ok"

Mike smiles and gets to work. He ties Gerry's wrists together to the bed- because he was annoyingly strong and could easily over power Mike, plus the look of pure enthrallment he tried to hide, told Mike Gerry very much enjoyed this. Next he takes his own trousers down, and finally he straddles Gerry's stomach one last time, plaving a suction cup dildo on Gerry's stomach in fron of him.

Gerry stares wided eyed, jaw dropped as Mike sinks down on to the semi sizeable dildo.

Mike takes a moment to adjust before he smiles and leans down to Gerry, lifting his head so Gerry's eyes were no longwr stuck on Mike's groin.

"No smart retort?"

Mike jibs, Gerry still looked surprised, but smiles a little too.

"I'm bigger than that thing"

He comments.

"Size isn't everything, Gerard"

Mike replies as he begins to move himself, deliberately moaning and whining more than usual- playing the dramatics up to get Gerry nice and jealous.

Gerry watches Mike fuck himself on his stomach, eyes wide, somewhere between shock and not wanting to miss a second of the show.

Still, the whole time Gerry was being driven mad by the ache in his cock, hard and leaking and pressed in so tight because fuck skinny jeans. Mike wasn't even touching him and he was moaning.

"Fuck, fuck"

Mike moans, speeding up on the dildo. He falls forward and manages to shakily steady himself on Gerard's chest. He was close to Gerry now, almost as close as he'd been with the casheir. Gerry leans up to Mikes ear.

"Next time I get a chance, you'll be the one in ropes- and you'll be yelling my name by days end."

Gerry mutters, harsh and sexy, he then licks Mike's jaw, dragging that fucking lip peircing across is cheek bone.

Mike stops all motion, breath catching in his throat as he spills over Gerry's chest. He hears a cacophony of moans and groaning and noises of pleasure and pain alike, unsure who's producing what.

He drops onto Gerry's chest, drifting away from the world for a moment.

When he opens his eyes he feels Gerry's hand in his hair, looking up he glares at the man.

"You're shit at tieing people up"

Gerry smirks, smug as ever. Mike feels a wetness on his thigh, shifting he realises what it is and that smug look is wiped r8ght off Gerry's face.

"I'm flattered, truely"

Mike smiles.

"Oh jump off a bridge"

".....but can I borrow some boxers before you do that"

Gerry asks embarrassedly.

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They had chased each other through all of london, speradically fighting and loosing the object of desire (the leitner of the day (maybe)) to the other. Though the fighting was exhilarating as always, Mike was getting tired of Gerry controlling the situation. Gerard was a good bit stronger than Mike and a much better fighter due to the life of fighting he'd lead compared to the life of books and running petrified from danger that Mike led. Gerry would fight for a little, Mike would get a good hit, Gerry would go full force and get the book back then run away until he got bored again.

Mike wasn't complete weakling, he had abilities, but he didn't love the idea of using them on Gerry, Gerry would never use something like that against him. He had always been good about Mike's thing about storms, never taking it as the advantage it could clearly be and instead stopping, and smoking a cig next to Mike, sometimes putting an arm around Mike or cracking some jokes.

But Gerard was being frustrating so it only felt fair.

The next time Mike gets some gain on him, he doesn't even bother with a fight, imdiantly tackling Gerard to tumble to the ground that he didn't land on. The shreik Gerard let out was...satisfactory to say the least. For a moment Mike saw pure and utter fear on the mans face, his confidence starting to waver, but Gerard was quick to cover up. 

He tries for a swing, but they were on Mike's terf where fighting while falling was hard for the average perosn but pretry simple for Mike. Mike dodges his punch and gets a good one back on Gerry.

"Are you gonna stop being such a fucking dick."

Mike gritts out, clutching Gerard's shirt tight. 

Gerard stares in utter shock, and then suddenly his hands are gripping the back of Mike's head and thwir lips are colliding roughly. 

The passion is almost imdiante.

The anger fizzles out and they start making out like hungry men, Mike could feel just how hard Gerard was and made a mental note of such. Gerry's hands tighten in his hair, Mike's hands move to grip Gerry's waist; his nails digging into the pale skin. Gerry's legs wrap around Mike's body, 1 hand wandering from his head to grab his ass. 

"Fuck you, you pain in the ass"

Mike mutters roughly before moving to bite a hickey into the insufferable goths neck.

"Yea, you bet I'm a pain the ass"

Gerry retorts back, a little breathless, though it's unclear if that was result of the activity or the environment. Mike rolls his eyes and palms Gerry through his jeans- to get him to shut up if anything. 

Gerry bites his lip, looking away from Mike in order to keep some compusure- or dignity. Mike smirks and continues his work, his other hand still snaked around Gerry's waist, the last thing he wanted was to loose the goth- mentally or physically.

"Are we gonna have sex? Cus I dunno how possible that is uhm...mid fall?"

Gerry shouts over the loud rushing wind.

"It's possible if you try hard enough, but I ain't putting my dick your mank ass"

Gerry sputters in offence.

"My ass is very clean!"

He yells.

"Oh yea sure unless you-     oh you fucking slut."

Mike grins, moving to bite a hickey on Gerry's jaw, hands roaming again.

"Oh fuck off, how do I know you wont just kill me, hmm."

Just as he says it—smug as ever— the winds speed up, Gerry frantically turns to look down, scrambling to get some strength over Mike, but Mike simply holds him closer, catching a weak punch mid air.

"I wouldn't recommend that, Gerard. It's a good way to get yourself lost in the void"

He states firm and grim. He could feel the human's heartbeat against his, Gerry just stares again, shocked and maybe even scared.

"But, I would never drop you."

Mike whispers breathily against his ear, somehow louder than the wind surrounding them. Gerry still seemed like he was weighing up the pros and cons of giving into fight then literal flight, but Mike knew he was utter putty in his hands- judging by the major boner in his pants.

"Ugh fine"

Gerry relents, pulling Mike into kiss him while he unzipped his jeans, sighing at the release. His cold hand lands on the side of Mike's neck, sending a shiver up Mike's spine and straight to his dick. Gerry shifts down to Mike's neck to get some pay back for earlier.

"If you bring us back in the middle of the street while I'm butt naked, I will kill you next time."

Gerry whispers as if it was some dirty one liner- but Mike knew he was dead serious. Mike unzips and shifts his jeans down far enough just to let his dick out. Gerry's thin hand lands on Mike's dick and strokes it, smirking when Mike moans. Mike sticks 2 of his fingers in his mouth.

"Classy"

Gerry comments as Mike brings them down to circle his hole, Gerry goes back to working on a hickey as to not completely bottom out. 

Mike dips a finger into Gerry's surprisingly tight ass—he wasn't lieing about it being clean leaving Mike to wonder whether Gerard was genuinely that big a slut with some secret to staying tight- or.....

"You fucking knew this would happen, didn't you!"

Mike yells.

"I let you chase me around London for 3 hours, Mike. I wasn't even sure that you knew."

Gerry laughs, his head now just resting on Mike's shoulder.

"Fucking watchers!"

Mike swears bitterly, rough and suddenly adding a 2nd finger.

"Yep- that's what you're- doin."

Gerry moans. Mike continues for another moment before taking his fingers out, Gerry barely bites down the whine in his throat.

Mike spits on his hand and coats his dick and Gerry's rim, then he lines himself up and slowly pushes in. Gerry moves his hand to bite down on his wrist, tears pin pricking his eyes.

"You good"

Mike asks quietly, Gerry nods.

"Mhm- just haven't done this before"

He says quiet too, Mike halts.

"What!? You can not be a virgin???"

He yells, Gerry jolts and looks at him.

"What?? No! I mean anal!"

Gerry yells back.

"Oh.....that's... still surprising."

Mike murmurs.

"Usually I'm the one on top"

Gerry replies, thrusting down a little and wincing at the pain. Mike takes the hint and keeps pressing in until he's balls deep and gives Gerry a moment to adjust, taking the time to add to the purple painting he was making of Gerry's neck. He feels Gerry's arms pull him closer by the waist.

"Fuck, this is terrorfying"

Gerry murmurs, Mike wasn't sure if he had meant to say it aloud or not. 

"You seem to be enjoying it"

Mike comments, planting kisses up his neck. Gerry goes quiet and seems to be thinking about something, he seems surprised, but that was all Mike could tell from his expression.

"Why do I trust him"

Gerard whispers, definitely having meant to keep that internal, Mike decides not to let him know he did, seemed like a vulnerability Gerry wouldn't appreciate- which was gas considering what they were currently doing.

Mike starts slowly rolling his hips, Gerry felt so fucking tight it was already hard to keep himself together. With everything in this experience- the vast, Gerry, the fighting, how much Gerry clung to him....Gerry trusting him- oh that thought was really pushing him close to the edge.

Mike wraps a hand around Gerry's sizable dick and starts jerking it, Gerry arched at the suddeness, he was producing down right unlawful siunds which were NOT helping Mike.

"Fuck, Mike"

Gerry cries out, one hand still trying to pull Mike closer, the other tilting Mike's haw up to kiss him.

Gerry feels the floor somehow disappear from beneath them, he didn't know how to explain it as they had been falling for ages. The wind got louder- more oppressive, making breathing harder, his heart was somehow beating fast and fear clutched every fragment of him.....it was fucking amazing.

Mike hands tighten as he tenses up, groaning, thrusting in hard and slow, and cuming in Gerry's ass. Gerry wraps his legs around Mike and lets himself fall over the edge too.

For a moment he was terrified they were actually plumetting to their deaths, he kept his eyes closed, trusting Mike....or at the very least he did mid fuck in someones arms thinking everything would be ok.

And everything was ok, if Mike had seen green fast approaching when he did open his eyes, well Gerry did not need to know.

Their muscles relax and bodies untense, moans replaced by pants that blended in with the rushing winds. Mike kisses Gerry again, letting his hands roam the goths body.

"Gerry you can open your eyes.."

He says with a laugh after a moment. Gerry does and seems to relax, as if vision revealed that they weren't dead. He tries to look behind him (down to where earth should be) but Mike stops him by cradling his head in 1 hand.

"I really wouldn't recommend that"

He says simply, Gerry stares for a moment to process then nods, his eyes had grown wide with what Mike's brain recognised as enthrallment, but he just couldn't believe that the sex was really that good.

Mike was right, twice. He was enthralled, but it wasn't the sex. For the first time ever, Gerry was realising that he trusted someone. That he might love someone. That they might even love him back.

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Mike kisses Gerry as they get into his bed, his hands wander Gerry's back when a thought pops into his head.

"You barely make sound in bed."

He questions, pulling away from the now confused goth.

"Yea?"

Gerry laughs.

"Why?"

Mike asks with something a generous person would even categorise as a pout.

"Uhm, bit random. Dunno, just always pretty quiet? Mum didn't like when I made noise so I guess I just got quiet"

He says with a shurg.

"Thats sad."

Mike comments, Gerry shrugs and goes to kiss Mike again, but Mike stops him.

"You know that I like it when you're loud- like not just in bed, but also in bed. Turns me on if I'm honest."

Gerry seems a little caught off by this, it made sense, he navigated the world assuming his existence was a burden to all.

"I will keep that in mind- can we have sex now"

He says with a nod that only tells Mike that he will say anything to get things moving. Mike straddles Gerry's hips and takes his cheeks in hand, kissing him roughly.

Mike's hands move to run to the hem of Gerry's shirt and pull it over his head, he starts kissing Gerry's neck and down down down. Planting little kisse son his ribs, his waist, the happy trail of hair leading to the band of his boxers. 

"Get these off"

Mike says, pulling at Gerry's zipper.

"Yes sir"

Gerry jokes, imdiantly shuffling his jeans off as Mike unbuttons his own shirt and strips to match Gerry in his boxers.

"You are so hot."

Gerry smirks, a finger going under Mike's chin to pullhim in for a kiss. 

"Where was I?"

Mike questions after a soft and gentle kiss. Gerry smiles and lets Mike slide back down to his boxers. There was already a wet spot forming there, but Mike still felt the need to get him further worked up, licking at his folds through the fabric.

Gerry moves his hands to bite at his wrist, then Mikes hand lands on his arm and pulls his hand into his hair. Gerry hesitates for a moment but decides to pay it no mind. He sighs when Mike licks at his clit through the thin boxers.

"Fuck"

Gerry sttuters in a whisper, running a hand through Mike's course curly hair. Mike moves up to Gerry's hips, he kisses the sensitive dip just below his stomach, then bites onto his boxers and pulls them down—with Gerry lifting himself off the bed to help. 

With the boxera off and abandoned, Mike of course decides to tease him further, planting little kisses up his thighs then nipping at his inner thighs.

"Oh for fucks sake Mike!"

Gerry swears frustratedely.

"What was that, I couldn't hear you, maybe you need to be louder."

Mike says with a cheshire cat grin, Gerry does not look impressed. He groans and throws his head back.

"Fine"

He relents, looking back at Mike. Mike smiles and licks up Gerry's thigh, smiling at the small hum Gerry lets out. 

Finally Mike licks a line up Gerrys folds, sending a shiver through his body and out his mouth through a sigh. Mike comtinues to lick softly at his hole, then he moves suddenly and sucks on Gerry's clit. Gerry throws his head back and groans, hand tightening in Mike's hair.

Mike swirls his tongue around his t dick, he licks the top as he moves back down to Gerry's hole, bringing a hand up to rub Gerry between 2 fingers. He dips his tongue into Gerry's hole, doing this a few times in different ways looking for what get Gerry moaning th most.

"Ohh god, Mike"

Gerry moans quietly when he touches the wall of his vag, Mike continues to this, lapping up every ounce of slik all the while.

"You're so fucking handsome"

Mike murmurs against Gerry, sending vibratikns through him, Gerry proper moans this time, bringing his hand up to bite but instead puts it in his hair

From there it doesn't take long for Gerry to tense up around Mike, arching up as Mike takes all he gives him. He slides up Gerry's body and kisses him when he's done, Gerry could still taste him on his lips. 

Gerry's eyes looked at Mike, half lidded and well fucked. He rolls onto Mike lazily as Mike whispers quiet praise. 

Gerry's hand wanders down into Mike's dripping pussy and he dips 2 fingers in, Mike hums above him. Gerry slides his fingers in and out slowly, massaging Mike's sensitive spot. He hooks his thumb around Mike's clit and rubs up and down it softly. 

Mike rests his head on Gerry's, moaning into his head as he twirls Gerry's hair. Mike doesn't last too much longer when Gerry's free hands snakes under Mike to play with his nipple. 

Mike lifts Gerry to kiss him as he cums, biting on Gerry's lip.

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Gerard hated the boy. He hated that blonde fucking prick who kept stealing books from beneath his nose. The last 3- without fail, Gerry would track them for days, agree to buy them, get to the place and everytime it was the same story.

'Oh I'm so sorry, I just sold it like 10 minutes ago..'

And when he asked for a description it was always:

'Oh he's blonde'

'A little shorter than you'

'This odd branching scar on the left side of his body'

'And he had a light blue scarf.'

Gerard hayed the scarred freak and his probably smelly scarf from how often he wore it.

Today was the last straw.

The last few weeks had been horrible—obviously—missing the books was annoying, but mum had been a nightmare because of it. He had put his all into this fourth book, he even walked 2 hours at 3am because the the right tube wasn't open until later in the morning. He was fucking early at the shop, waiting outside. His only problem was that he was incredibly tired and hungry from the walk, he had more than enough for the book and the book itself would dostract mum from the missing sum....he had 30 minutes until the shop opened anyway.

So one infuriatingly long line and the best sandwhich he'd ever had later, and he was back at the shop.....which was open early....

Gerry runs in and straight over to the counter with as much compusure as possible as to not seem insane. 

"Morning ms maplewood, I'm Gerard Keay, I contacted you about that odd old book?"

He greets with as much politness as he can muster. She smiles at him but then her expression dampens and it takes everything in him not to imdiantly rip her head from her body.

"Oh I'm so sorry sweet pea, but a boy just came in—not much older than you—offering nearly tripple your price. I just couldn't say no, I am so sorry.."

She says apologetically, Gerry grits his teeth- still trying to maintain his calm.

"What did he look like"

He asks, completely fed up and out for blood.

"Uhm...he was blonde, a little shorter than you, had this big scar- oh and a-"

"let me guess, a light blue scarf!"

He says bitterly through grtted teeth.

"Uhm...no, green actually.."

She replies, a little scared if anything.

"I'm going to kill that bastard"

He mutters under his breath.

"Did you see which way he went?"

He asks her, she looks put off and hesitant, she points left all the same- maybe Gerry had to spew a threat or two, but did that really matter? With that Gerry rushes out and dashes down the street. 

He's only runing for 10 minutes when he finds a blonde, short, scarred, freak arguing with a food vender. If Gerry hadn't bashed into some lady he could've gotten a clean sweep....if only.

He crashes into her suddenly, she shrieks and a crowd forms. Gerry gets up quickly, but a harsh hand grips his wrist, pulling him back. He sees the freak turn to him—it almost felt like he was turning in slow motion—at first he looked intrigued and confused by the bustle, but then he noticed Gerry, their eyes meet and the blondes sharpen, and then he runs. Gerry apologises then breaks into a sprint after him. 

From there its a game of cat and mouse through the winding roads of London. His heart was pounding in his chest, his blood singing louder than any crowds noise- he was so close on the freaks tail, but then they'd run through a crowded place and Gerry would have to weave crowds or loose the occasional gaurds. This fella wasn't as fast as him, but he had good spacial awareness, and the longer he chased, the further they got from the London Gerry was familar, and closer to the London that could afford triple his price on a book of scribbles.

At some point Gerry was terrified he'd lost him. He ran into what he assumed to be some alley between fancy buildings- one of the ones with archways and cobblestone and maybe fairylights or decorative flowers, but instead he was met with a dead end a construction sign. 

He stared in heart shattering defeat for an eternity....but then he heard skin slaming onto cobblestone and a quiet:

"Dammit"

Gerry whirls around to see the blonde on his hands and knees and the book dropped. Within seconds—no milleseconds—Gerry had him pinned to the ground with a manic laugh building deep inside his chest.

The boy was....different to what Gerry imagined. He had a strong jawline, he was a bit thicker than Gerry expected, he had tan skin and most off putting, bright big buldging blue eyes. To put it simply he was cuter than Gerry imagined, which was...annoying, but not a deal breaker.

"I am going to have fun with you."

He says with a big smile and an insane look in the eyes. He pulls out his pocket knife- the one he'd stolen from mums office with 'E.D' scratched into the handle. Gerry traces the blade up the boy's jaw, stopping just below his ear to needle at the sensitive skin of muscle and veins.

"How's being half deaf sound? Sounds great to me and soon nothing to you"

He smiles, lifting the knife ever so slightly. His heart was thumping a millon miles a minute, he was about to torture and kill a guy his age- he was about to enjoy it....a small part of him was panicking, but it seemed that part wasn't the part in control as he raised the knife.

"WAIT- PLEASE-...wait, look, you can have the book! I don't even want it!"

The boy tries to reason in a rush.

"I already have the book, this is for the last 3. You have no idea how much you fucked me over with those."

Gerry says, all manic joy gone from his body, the knife coming down to the boys throat now. There was a pressure building in his throat, he was getting to close to thinking of reality,anger was boiling in his body and he just needed to let it go.

"Look- look I'm sorry ok, but honestly they were shit books anyway."

The boy tries again to reason, Gerry smiles again, he liked how terrified this boy was of him, he liked it alot.

"Look I'll never hunt the books again"

"Yea, you won't"

Gerry agrees with a sharper smile. The boy squirms under him, clearly trying to come up with something to say, and it clearly works because then he just starts talking.

"My names Mike Crew. My parents died to one of those books. I'm being chased by a monster. I love art and history and music. My favourite poem is poppies in july- whats yours? You like poetry?? You seem more an edgar allen poe guy to be honest."

He spoke fast and quick, things about him, questions, stories anything. Gerry tried to get him to shut up, he clamped a hand over his mouth but 'Mike' just licked it, he stabbed his arm, he shouted, he hit him, nothing worked.

Then Mike starts telling some story about his parents and him going on a picnic, and Gerry looses it. He throws his knife to the side and starts punching wildly. The boys face, his ribs anything he can get at, but he still doesn't stop. Finally Gerry clasps both hands around his throat and strangles him tightly. Mike was finally starting to shut up when Gerry felt....something....benearh him..

"Are you getting hard?!-"

Gerry asks, his grip loosing in shock, but theres a sudden sharp feeling in his thigh, looking down he sees Mike's hand on his knife in his thigh...he had let go of the boys wrists to strangle him...

Gerry stares at his thigh, hands useless in the air, it was in deep. Mike's hand was still on the knife loosly, when Gerry looked up he looked just as shocked. This had been the worst week ever, Gerry wasn't sure if he was going to laugh or cry, instead he did something weirder:

He kissed the boy.

Mike makes a noise of surprise, but he doesn't push Gerard away, instead leaning into it. Their hands grip at eachother desperately, Mike's hand grips the knife and pulls it, Gerry makes a pained noise, punching Mike in the face.

Mike falls back, hitting the ground with a thump, he stares up at Gerry in a daze as Gerry lifts the knife from Mike's weak hand and plunges it into Mike's shoulder. Mike doesn't feel himself react but judging by the goths cackle he clearly had.

"Aww did I make you cry?"

He laughs crually, pride swelling in his stomach. Tears stream down Mike's face as Gerry grips his chin and kisses him roughly. Pain enveloped his body, but Mike was too hazey to feel it, distantly he knew he needed to stay awake, distantly he also knew hooking up with this freak was a horrible idea but.....oh well.

"God I'm so hard"

Mike murmurs as the goth bites a hickey at his neck-Mike really wished he realised this fella was a hunter before he ran from the boy, maybe he would've been a bit more sane.

Mike whimpers under Gerry's tongue, he'd never been the one being scared of, he thinks he likes it, alot. Gerard's hand snakes down and unzips Mike's jeans, he dips his hand in and wraps it around the boys throbbing dick. Mike groans, wincing when moving his head moved the knife too, his hand lands on Gerry's thigh, close to the stinging wound that wasn't bleeding for some reason.

"What's your name?"

The boy asks weakly, seeming like he was fading in and out.

"Gerard"

He replies with an animalistic smile, Mike wondered if he was concussed before he banged his head and thats why he didn't see how obvious it is.

Gerry slides his thumb over the tip of Mike's dick as he jerks him off and suddenly the boy spills over his shirt. Gerry licks his hand clean and grins at the fucked out groan Mike makes as he watches.

"Give me your phone"

Gerry commands.

"Ok"

Mike agrees pathetically. Gerry takes it and types something in then places it next to Mike with 122 on the dial.

"Tell them you're in an alley on camden high street opposite a bakery. Bring my name up,"

Gerry says, kneeling down to lift Mike up and kiss him, the hand on his neck tightening when he pulls away.

"And next time I wont let you leave alive"

He smiles sugar sweet, and like that he's off and out the alley.

Mike would wake up to a minor stab wound, a concussion, and a text.

'You can get me back next time, pillow princess'

The book was no where to be found, but Mike expected that.

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There's only so many times you can strike out in a night before you start thinking its an issue with you, this was Gerry's night. Ok 'striking out' probay wasn't the right term, he kept getting guys, they were buying him drinks, but eventually Gerry would say something that bummed them out or weirded them out. He had always been awkward, but usually he was more hot than weird. Maybe he was less hot when he hadn't eaten in a day and hadn't slept more than 2 hours all week- but it wasnt his fault his mumbwas impossible on her time of the month (and by that he meant her time of rhe month where she was alive, he wasn't really sure if ghosts got periods).

The point was he was having a bad week and kept fumbling due to it. He had however gotten buzzed enough that he didn't care enough to spiral, it was more of a light 'I wonder whats wrong with me' vibe.

He was sipping a disguestingly sweet cocktail that was making him feel more sick than drunk, when a blonde slithered into the seat next to him. Gerry takes a breath, he was starting to run out of tolerable single gay guys in this bar, and so far he'd seen no girls he'd be able to put out for in order to get a bed. He couldn't go home tonight, mum would be faded come morning, he really should of waited for her to fade fully, he normally does, but they had just had a bad fight and he needed a drink, which meant he needed to flirt cus fuck was he broke, and then he started to- basically i twas a whole thing and now he was too drunk to get home and not get beat.

He turns to the blonde with what was probably his worst line of the night, it was a good thing he was too shocked to finish his pick up line, too bad he started at all.

"Well, here I am. What are your- Mike!?"

Mike stirs his glass, then looks to Gerry with a smirk that had been there since befire Gerry even spoke.

"Hello to you too Gerard. Twll me, what was the end to that genius pick up line?"

He asks, already amused. Gerry frowns, he could fight Mike on it but it will only make this all more embarrassing.

"Well here I am. What are your other two wishes?”

Gerry quotes unenthusiastically. Mike snickers, taking a small swig, Gerry copies him in looking out of the sea of people.

"That usually work?"

Mike asks, a smile still playing at his lips.

"Sometimes, on reeeally drunk and desperate girls, they find the goth thing hot"

"Thought you were gay?"

Mike glances to him.

"Yea, and desperate"

Gerry laughs, as if the idea a gay guy wouldn't hook up with women was preposterous. 

It was a weird banter bwtween them, they bantered sure, but usually that was slid in between punches and normally an insult. It was rare they had any time not filled with blood.

"You know, I've watched you strike out with almost every guy here, at a point I'm gonna start wondering if you're just into their drinks"

"Alcohol would be a better boyfriend than most guys here"

Gerry laughs, searching the crowd, he notices a girl across the bar with her friends, she was tall with bushy hair and a bit of an ill fitting dress, she seemed like most people would find her a bit ugly, Gerry didn't really get that tho, she had a sweet sort of vibe to her and he found all women equally as undesirable but equally aesthwtically pleasing. If all else fails he could probably manage a night with her, if it even happens that is. Gerry was about to make his way over when Mike opened his mouth. 

"Let me play matchmaker then, save you from the 'Bloody Mary' gin and tonic?"

Mike says smoothly, Gerry turns to him, an ounce of surprise obvious on his face. 

"Oh- uh sure yea"

He smiles a little crookedly. Mike orders the drinks, Gerry takes a seat next to him. They talk for a while, to start they talk about a guy in Mike's college, then Mike jabs at Gerry's coat and they get onto the matrix from there. All the while they keep drinking.

"You know, you're not even that bad, dunno why you've been striking out"

Mike slurs, voice higher than ususal.

"Been havin a bad week"

Gerry replies, face squeeshed cus he's holding his head up with 2 hands.

"How so?"

Mike tilts his head. Gerry groans, registering rhe aches in his bonws abd at the corners of his mind.

"My mums just been impossible, beating me any chance she gets- its a whole thing"

Gerry waves flippantly, Mike's brow furrows.

"She do that alot?"

He asks.

"Hm? Oh yea, always has, just how she is"

He says with a slur, the bar was near empty now, Gerry guessed it was time to admit defeat.

"Ok, I quit, I guess tonight is just a home night"

He says quietly, more to himself than Mike.

"Wow Gerard, been buying you drinks all night and you won't even put out."

Mike jokes, standing then tilting Gerry down by the chin so that they were so close- so close they could kiss...

So close they do kiss.

Gerry leans down and it just happens. Simple and gentle and....nice.

"My apartments only a 5 minute walk"

Mike whispers into his ear. Gerry can feel his face heat up a little, Mike nust take his silence as a yes as he goes and pays his tab, taking Gerry by the hand and leading him outside.

Barely 5 minutes later, Mike's at the door of a fancy apartment, fumbling with a key. Gerry wasn't sure if it was the booze or the night but he wasn't even thinking about whether thid was a good idea or not, he actually wanted Mike, he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually wanted to have sex with a hookup.

The door finally opens and the 2 stumble inside. Mike pins him against the door and kisses him roughly, if not a little desperate, but Gerry could barely think clear enough to care or notice. His cheeks rosey and he was already getting hard as Mike lead him to his delightfully soft bed. Mike straddles his hips, hands roaming his chest.

"God I've wanted this for so long"

Mike murmurs against his skin, Gerry had forgotten how fucking good it feels to be wanted. He was starting to feel all floaty, so he knew he didnt have long before he got sleepy. He brings his hand down to Mike's zipper as Mike sucks at his neck. Mike licks 2 fingers then his hand also wanders to Gerry's crotch, unzipping him, ignoring the wet spot, then sliding a hand in, he reaches to Gerry's asshole.

"Don' wase time, I jus wan you in me"

Gerry says, too worked up already, maybe it was the week he'd had, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe he just hadn't felt this much affection in a long time, or maybe Mike was just that hot, or maybe it was a combination of all that. 

Mike grabs a bottle off the side table and rubs some lube on his hand, lathering up his leaking cock then taking his jeans off more, Gerry folliws suit, they both looked like clumsy fools. Eventually tho they manage to get Mike lined up and Mike thrusts in slowly. Mike gives Gerry a moment to adjust to the beautiful sting, sloppily kissing his neck.

"God, jus start movin"

Gerry slurs, starting to feel the weeks events weighing on him. Mike moves with soft rolls of the hips, murmuring something Gerry would soon register as soft little:

'You're so handsome'

'I've wanted you for so long'

'You feel so good'

Gerry writhes, moaning high and whiney, Mike wraps a hand around his dick, stroking it firm but gently. Gerry arches up and throws his head back, spilling over into Mike's hand.

"Mike, fuck- shit- god fucking- lord"

He moans the string of curses as Mike cums deep inside him, hands tightening around his dick and arm in such a painful but gorgeous way. After a moment, Mike pulls out, collapsing onto Gerry, the 2 panting unharmoniously.

"You'd think we'd have better stamina with all the fights and chases" 

Gerry laughs, wrapping an arm around Mike's waist and the other resting on his head.

"Not when I've had a couple drinks"

Mike replies with a little laugh.

"Note taken"

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Arms tied behind his back to each side of the chairs back and ankles tied to each leg, Gerry was sat gagged and blindfolded in what had the atmosphere of a warehouse. He'd finally pissed off the wrong person—Mikale Salesa—and gotten turned into goods to sell, specifically information. 

He sat, producing muffled noises of frustration as he tried to get his hands loose. He spends a good while flexing and folding his and hand until it is so close to maybe being free, but then he hears something. There's a stranged sucking whoosh sound from somewhere in the warehouse, like a pocket of air opened spat some air out then sucked some in to seal up with sizzle. The sound left a familarly strong scent of ozone lingering in the room.

2 legs straddle his waist.

"Quite the predicament you've got yourself in."

Mike comments, untying the gag then lifting Gerry's chin to kiss him sensually. 

"You gonna help"

Gerry murmurs against Mike's shoulder as Mike starts biting his neck lightly, Gerry can feel the grin spread across Mike's lips.

"Not sure yet"

He replies, Gerry tries to shoulder him, but it barely even hits due to the binds. Mike laughs breathily against his neck and it goes stright to Gerry's cock.

"Mike he is going to come back. I'll do whatever you want."

Gerry pleades desperatly.

"You're all tied up here for me, you bet you'll do what I say"

Mike punctuates it with a nip to his jugular. Gerry would love to say none of this was working on him and that Mike was just an annoying bastard, but that wasn't the case at all, even Mike could know, could feel it as hepressed harder on it, drawing a groan from Gerry's lips.

"I haven't seen you in ages, it's almost like you've been avoiding me."

Mike says sternly, atill kissing Gerry's neck.

"I...I'm sorry, I've just been working more to stash some money"

Gerry argues quietly, looking to the side, even though he couldn't see Mike- but Mike could see him and that was enough. Mike pulls his face back by the chin, kissing him gently.

"I understand, but you could've called."

He says lightly, both hands on Gerry's face, holding his cheeks.

"And now look at you, all tied up because you overworked yourself and got sloppy"

Mike scolds lightly.

"I know, I know, please can you let me out and we can leave and-"

Gerry tries to ask, but Mike cuts him off.

"Ah- I don't think so"

Mike replies sweetly, his hands and weight slide down Gerry's body until Gerry hears his knee land softly on the ground and his hands plant themselves on Gerry's thighs.

"Mike c'mon, we'll get caught"

Gerry urges, but Mike is already unzipping his jeans and before he can say another word, those pretty lips are around his dripping cock.

"fuck"

Gerry groand in a whisper, head falling back. There was no sound, he couldn't see, he couldn't move, so the sensation of Mike around him felt so much more stimulating. 

Mike flattens his tongue and licks up his shaft, swirling his tongue on the top.

"you need to take better care of yourself, you can get so strung up tight"

Mike murmurs against Gerry's cock, taking the head in his mouth before sliding down and taking his full length. Gerry groans again, nearly biting through his peircing, trying to stay quiet.

"Mike"

He whispers in a moan.

"Yea"

Mike replies before sliding back down and gagging a little, through that was most likely for his own pleasure. Gerry thinks about how deep in Mike's throat he is, how hat it would be to fuck his throat until he looks up at him with a slow fucked out blink and then watching his surprise and chocking as Gerry spilled down his throat.

Just like that Gerry hears little sputters as he spills down Mike's throat, Mike gets off him with a cough and a groan, Gerry could now hear the sound of him jerking himself off. Gerry just sits back catching his breath, there wasn't much more he could actually do noe was there.

"Shit Gerry"

Mike curses

"You're so fucking hot"

Gerry murmurs, he feels Mike fall, his head landing on Gerry's clothes thighs, his jaw taut and little groans sputtering out of him.

For a couple minutes the sit there to recover, but then, finally, Mike unties Gerry. He had rope burns and his eyes stung, but the filthy kiss they exchanged was that much nicer.

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Mike sat in the dark of his room, scrolling on porn hub for something to watch, as it was he was already quarter hard. He hadn't had time to get off for the last 2 weeks so he was feeling a bit pent up. He'd scrolled through a couple searches when finally he decides to just click on the next thing that didnt look horribly overproduced or straight up worrying, he didn't like worrying about some girls safety while tryint to get off, killed the vibe.

The next thing he clicks is a video titled 'goth tra*** gets off after a long week' with a title card of a vibrator againsy his pussy. Mike clicks it, it starts with the boy pressing 2 fingers with black nail polish on either side of his t dick, the man had little eye tattoos spotting his knuckles and joint bones, they seemed very familar to Mike, and when the guy finally moaned Mike realised why.

'Fucks sake'

The guy groans breathily and quiet, his face was off screen but Mike could see his neck move so the guy must be looking at the sealing.

That was Gerard Keay.

That was Gerard's voice.

That was Gerard's hand.

Mike stared at the screen, jaw slack and hand frozen on his cock.

"Dear lord, he is desperate for money"

Mike murmurs to himself. A whimper like sound comes from the goth as he dips his fingers into his dripping hole.

"And for that"

Mike adds, still surprised. Part of him felt he should probably shut it off, watching a porno of someone you know is hardly ok, especially when this persin hates you.....but Mike would be such a liar if he said he didn't find Gerard attractive, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't in the mood now cus before getting home he had Gerard's hands around his throat for a book. Mike lets the video play on, decideing to ignore the fact.

Gerard-the boy gets a vibrator from off screen, removing his hand and taking a second to turn it on before moving it gently to his cunt. It buzzes softly against his hole as the guy lets out a string of down right intoxicating noises. 

Mike bites his lip, groaning a bit as he starts pumping his cock, feeling himself getting closer and closer to falling over the edge.

The man's pretty tattooed hands go back to his little cock and take it between to fingers, rubbihg it softly as his thumb comes to massage the sensitive head. He whimpers again and Mike can't tell if he's putting it on for the camera or if he truely is that worked up.

"Fuck- shit- fuck"

He curses quietly, bringing the vibrator up to his cock as he starts fingering himself again, going deeper. Mike watches as his body tenses up and around his fingers and he cums with a soft shakey moan.

Just as Gerard cums, Mike is sent over the edge and spills over his stomach. Gerry isn't there, but as Mike comes back down from his high he's accompanied by Gerry's soft panting as he does the same.

He looks back at the screen and sees Gerard's slow and fatigued movements as he turns the vibrator off and lets it roll away, his hair slightly mused and his body bent and stiff from pleasure. He looked so fucked out and pretty like this...

Mike shuts his laptop with embarrassment painting his face when he realises with jolting surprise...that hes got it real bad for Gerard.

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They saw eachother from across the auction hall, and imdiantly, they were fucked.

Mike and Gerry had a strong sexual tension in the brew, for a while now. Everytime the faught evwrytime they chased- it always felt there was a little more flirting and a little more tongue than there was meant to be.

Gerry felt complicatededly about it- on the one hand, Mike was an asshole and his direct competition, on the other hand though....he was very hot.

And tonight- it all felt like it was coming to a tipping point. Mike couldn't keep his eyes off of Gerry, the completely inappropriate clothes he was wearing—fishnets, a lovingly distressed black skirt, some band tshirt and his usual leather jacket. Among the smartly dressed crowd, Gerard stuck out like a sore thumb.....But jesus did he look hot..

Gerry on the other hand wasn't fairing much better, he was basically in a trance, eyes on Mike, waiting for the next move-the next bit of danger-the next thrill.

They didn't even make it to the bidding when Mike Gerry just magically ended up on the same wave length, and met out in the back alley of the warehouse.

Mike wlaks to Gerry casually, and once within arms reach Gerry grabs him by the collar and pulls him in for a rough and filthy kiss. Mike's hands land on Gerry's neck and hips pulling him in closer to grind against eachother. 

"Lets get this done with then never speak of it again."

Mike instructs with the right amount of dishonour for a man about to fuck his enemy.

"Agreed."

Gerry replies, suddenly very thankful for wearing a skirt today as he hikes it up around his waist. Before he gets a chance to pull his fishnets down, Mike is grabbing his hips and ripping them to allow for space. 

"I liked these are fishnets, M~ike."

He scolds, as Mike pulls the thin fabric and Gerry's knickers to the side, lining himself up.

Gerry finishes that sentance with a barely bitten back moan as Mike pushes in. He holds onto Mike's shoulders to keep himself balanced, letting the skirt fall down and over them.

"Jesus- Mike"

Gerry whispers under his breath.

"I know right"

Mike smirks, hands tightening on Gerry's hips.

"Ew"

Gerry rolls his eyes, Mike smikes a bit too lovingly, but gives Gerry no time to see it before he's grabbing Gerry's jaw and kissing him roughly, moaning high and whiney into the kiss—as if that would muffle the sounds.

"I liked those tughts, don't have many untipped ones."

Gerry complains, awkwardly trying to lean down to kiss at Mike's neck, but the height difference was bad.

"I'll pay you back"

Mike replies,

"Slut"

He adds, emphasising it with a thrust up, straight at the sensitive spot at Gerry's wall. Gerry bottoms out, buckling ever so slightly and whining as Mike catches his weight.

"You are so easy"

Mike murmurs into Gerry's head, Gerry straightens up, even though he'd give anything to just let Mike hold him down and fuck him however he wants, alas his height was an awkward factor—not that he'dgive control that easily.

"You're fucking hot."

Mike curses, biting back another moan.

"And you're an asshole in a kinda, homoerotic typa way"

Gerry grins, nipping at Mike's jawline. Mike smirks, rolling his eyes fondly. He moves Gerry's head to kiss at his neck instead, Gerry lets his hand roam to grab Mike's ass, drawing a surprised little groan from the blonde. 

"And I'm easy"

Gerry jabs.

"Shut up."

Mike grumbles. Mike starts thruasting into Gerry faster and faster, hitting that spot more and more often. Gerry was hunched over Mike slightly, biting his hand to muffle and noises. Mike had Gerry pinned against the wall, when Gerry trues to get more leverage in their little activity, by squeezing Mike's ass, Mike confiscates the limb and pins it above Gerry's head.

"Always so cocky"

Gerry mutters.

"You bet I am"

Mike replies jokingly with a wink, Gerry laughs a little, a soft blush creeping onto his face. 

It isn't much longer until they're both panting and tipping ovwr the edge, Mike pulling out just as he finishes, ruining Gerry's shirt as well, Gerry braces himself against Mike, a little hunched as Mike hand goes to stroke him through. Gerry collapses forward onto Mike a little, it would be the perfect point for a joke about Gerry being weaker, but Mike refrains.

They gather themselves, hearing the last of the bids being called and deflating ever so slightly, they slide down the wall, sitting side by side. Gerry pulls out a cigarette and lights it, offering one to Mike but he denys.

"That....wasn't actually bad..."

Gerry states quietly after a couple minutes of silence and smoke.

"Well maybe one day, if I'm really drunk, you'll get lucky"

Mike jabs, recieving an elboe to the dside from Gerry. He doubles over and laughs, an amused smile growing on Gerry's face.

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Gerry sat on his coach in the days skinny jeans and tshirt, watching some shitty comedy and drinking his third can of monster that day. He had been thinking of making dinner for the past 3 hours, but it was nearing midnight so it seemed unlikely to happen now.

If Gerry hadn't spent his childhood listening out for the small sounds of danger, if he didn't like the tv so quiet, he would of missed it, but there it was. He notices the sound of the front door unlocking, it was quiet but it was there. He pauses the tv, listening for footsteps, for the door opening, for the sound of the creaky stairs that only he could navigate.....but nothing else came.

He stood carefully, nervs alight with old but familar instincts. He kept repeating the same sentance to himself.

'She can't hurt you'

Not 

'She won't hurt you'

Like old times. This wasn't subjective, she wasn't here anymore, she couldn't hurt him.

He gets to the closed door to the stairs which lead to the shop and then the front door. The stairs door was locked and untouched, he had 4 locks on the damn thing. He takes a breath, trying to calm himself, he had only heard 1 of the 3 locks on the downstairs door, and the bolt was on, it's fine.

"Boo"

Came a males voice from behind him, Gerry's body sparks up like lightning, he whips around, but imdiantly 2 hands are on him. One lands on his rapidly rising chest, pushing him against the door then moving to his waist, the other gropes his dick, his leg tangling around Gerry's. In front of him stood Mike, staring up at him with bright manic eyes. 

"This a good time"

He asks wildly. Gerry stares back him, frozen and cycling through a millon different reactions. The hand on his dick is replaced by Mike's knee as his hand moves to grab a punch Gerry didn't even realise he was throwing, pinning both his hands above his head.

"We'll have none of that"

Mike scolds, the smell of ozone lingering- almost like a threat of what he could do.

"Get off of me- I'm going to fucking kill you"

Gerry curses, squirming under his touch- trying to get free, but Mike remains firm. He tries to kick Mike, but Mike catches his leg and only pulls them closer against eachother, straddling Gerry's leg, letting him feel just how hard Mike was. 

Mike's hand wraps around Gerry's hair, pulling it and wrapping it around his hand so hard that Gerry worried he'd pull it out. 

"Bedroom yea?"

He asks, but it wasn't a question when tears were pin pricking Gerry's eyes.

Gerry lands on the bed with a thump, scrambling to try and get some leverage- but Mike quickly pins him to the bed like a butterfly. Gerry's wrists are pinned together above his head, his hips held down by Mike straddling him. Fear pounds in his heart- but fuck it felt so hot, he hated how hard he was already.

Mike leans down and takes him in a rough and bloody kiss, hand holding Gerry's chin tightly. Gerry squirms underneath, trying to get his hands free, Mike's hand wanders to his neck and wraps around it tightly. Gerry quickly stops squirming, his vision growing hazey after a moment, but then Mike pulls away with a smirk.

"Be a good boy won't you."

He murmurs against Gerry's ear, the words go straight to his cock, drawing a quiet breathy moan from him- his jeans were too damn tight for this shit.

"Take this, my good boy"

Mike says quietly, sliding a pill past Gerry's lips. Gerry stares up at him, body still of its previous fight, eyes wide with want. When he swallows it, Mike kisses him again, gentler this time, but still with a threat.

"Are you going to squirm again?"

Mike mutters in a question, pressing his ass infuriatingly against Gerry's dick as a hand circles where Gerry's heart beats. Gerry shakes his head no as the air grew thin and impossible to breath without gasping.

"Good"

The feeling fades all at once, Mike pulls his shirt off and over his head he takes one of Gerry's hands—pinning the other back to the bed—and places it to touch his nipple. Gerry rubs his thumb over it a couple of times, Mike sighing with pleasure, but then Gerry pulls it and twists, trying to take the moment to get away, but Mike catches up too quickly.

"What did I just say"

Mike snaps low through gritted teeth, Gerry feels tears building in his throat. The smell returns, the air starting to rush and get colder. Suddenly Gerry is falling, he screams but he can barely hear it over the air. It felt like any moment he'd hit the ground, and worse he was alone, there was no talking his way out or begging....or even feeling not so familarly alone before he died.

He falls back onto the bed barely a minute later, a now naked Mike straddling his legs again. Gerry gasps for air, tears streaming down his face as he tries to push Mike away. He could breathe now, but that didn't stop him gasping for air as he sobbed.

Mike grabs his face roughly so he's looking at him, Gerry imdiantly starts to calm down, just by instinct.

"Are you my good boy"

He asks, voice firm. Gerry stares at him, his head feeling so fuzzy as he still shaked and tears flowed freely. Then he nods, sniffling a bit.

"Good. Then we won't do that again, will we."

He asks, gentler now, hand cupping Gerry's cheak, which he can't help but lean into, feeling like his bones had just given up. Maybe Mike pushed Gerry onto the bed, or maybe Gerry had slumped to lie down, he felt too scattered to notice.

Mike held his hands pinned down—not that he felt much strength ar this point—as he kissed down Gerry's neck. Mike nips at his collarbone and Gerry fully moans, feeling so flush and warm. He lies there boneless as Mike does what he wants, Gerry stares at the ceiling, wondering if he was going to fall asleep, that would be nice, he liked that fluey in between.

Mike's hand dips into Gerry's much too tight jeans, and squeezes his dick- pulling a startled cry from Gerry.

"Stay awake my dear."

Mike utters, gentle but his eyes on Gerry's were enough to illude to the implied punishment. Mike sits up to straddle Gerry again, pulling him up by his shirt, Gerry flops to lean on Mike, too loose to hold himself up.

"What did you give me"

He asks quiet and weak. 

"Good boys don't ask silly questions, you are my good boy, yes?"

Mike asks, still that firm and solid voice. Gerry nods against his shoulder like a noodle.

"So good"

He replies lazyily.

"Good"

Mike whispers against his ear, planting gentle kisses down his neck. Mike gets off of Gerry and lies back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows.

"On your hands and knees like a good boy."

Mike orders, pointing for where should Gerry go. Gerry stares at the spot, too scrambled and far away, and really fucking warm. Mike sighs and pulls him by his shirt.

"Here."

He says angerly. Gerry sits back on Mike's knees, a quivering lip and tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry"

He says quietly, letting his hair fall in front of his face. Mike startles, surprise on his face- he wasn't supposed to cry, he was being so stupid and useless. He feels Mike's hands on his arm and back, Gerry leans onto his body, unflinching.

"You're my good boy? Yes?"

Mike asks, voice solid and grounding. Gerry sniffles and nods, whiping his eyes.

"You know what that means?"

Mike asks, voice still so solid, his hands planted firm and gentle on Gerry's body. Gerry stares at himself, feeling as if he was thinking through a sive, but then he nods again.

"Yea, I'm- I'm good"

He assures him, tears drying, Mike stares at him with wide and unjudgemental eyes for a moment, pulling Gerry's hair behind his ear. Gerry leans into the hand on his cheak, guiding and solid and grounding, he felt like he was lost in the fog of his hea dnow, Mike being a lighthouse.

"I wanna be useful"

Gerry murmurs, Mike bites his lip, gently hooking a finger under Gerry's chin and pulling him in for a kiss. 

Mike guides him down so he's on his elbows, ass in the air and Mike's pretty leaking cock in his face. A cold hand above moves his head up, Gerry parts his lips and takes him in, the hand pressing him down but not too far down. Gerry hums around his dick, drawing a whiney sound from Mike. 

Mike's hand pulls Gerry up and down by the sting of his hair, his head lazy and heavy. 

Gerry wonders what it was he'd taken earlier, he felt kinda woozy, his body feeling loose and heavy and like all the muscle had been scraped out. His head felt mushy and lost, his skin felt so much more sensitive and warm. He thought the desperate want in his cock and ass wasn't probably to do with the pill though.

He's pulled from his thoughts when Mike pushes his head down to take him in fully. Gerry gags beautifully, looking at Mike with a fucked out look of lazy half lidded eyes. Mike thrusts his head down 2 more times, fucking his throat before 2 things happen at once.

Mike moans loudly, hand tensing in Gerry's hair as he spilled seed down Gerry's throat. 

At the same time though, Gerry gags one final time before his body betrays him and convulses as a stomach of acid, 3 monster flavours and a bar of chocolate unloads on Mike's pale thighs. His dick throbbed in his jeans, he wanted some friction- any friction so bad.

"Shit you ok?"

Mike asks, face flush, panting, Gerry flops onto Mike and the puddle of sick and cum, bones still too floppy. 

"Mhm"

Gerry nods, trying to push up, Mike doesn't like him. He feels himself being lifted to lie back down, then being gently straddled. The preassure on his stomach sends another belch of vomit up his throat, now just entirely monster.

Gerry mumbles something that definitely isn't english, he's pretty confident it isn't any understandable language, but Mike seems to take it as the intended plea it was and finally unzips Gerry's skinny jeans. His cock springs to his chest imdiantly and that alone is nearly enough for Gerry to cum.

"Do you want to lie on your back or front"

A voice that has to be Mike's whispers against his ear, Gerry realises his eyes have fallen shut, but he can't do loads to open them.

"Ventre"

Gerry replies, words mumbled and slurred.

"French it is"

Mike whispers to himself, whatever that meant. He feels himself being shifted onto his stomach. Mike presses 2 fingers into Gerry's somehow wet asshole- whatever the liquid was, Gerry was too away to know. He moans loud and whiney, so close to the edge.

"Be my good boy and don't come for as long as you can."

Mike orders, from behind him, kissing his neck as he spreads and scrunches his fingers.

"Promise"

Gerry agrees lazily, not asleep just very far gone. He feels Mike's hand slip out, replaced by his already hard cock. Mike doesn't waste time thrusting into him like he's some worthless hussy working the streets.

Gerry smiles when he remembers he's not just a worthless hussy to Mike.

Mike hits deep in his throbbing hole, right up against his g spot, Gerry cries out Mike's name and Mike seems to take that as a que to nail that spot every thrust now.

"Mi-Mike-Mike"

Gerry moans, voice lazy and loose and whiney. 

"Yes, my good boy"

He replies, whispering right up against Gerry's ear. Gerry moans, the sheets growing warm with sticky cum as Mike fucks him into the mattress.

Gerry lays sprawled out, blinking hazily. Mike pulls out, having finished at some point because Gerry could feel cum leaking down his leg, he moans into the pillow at the sensation.

Eventually Mike walks him into the shower, lettinghim lean basically fully on him as he ran a soapy clothe over the both of them.

"You are really zonked out of it, aren't you?"

He asks with amusement, Gerry laughs a little.

"So gone"

He agrees

"Whatcha gimme"

He adds, smileing softly as Mike combs some conditioner through his hair, now registering that he's sat on the shower floor, head lulled to the side.

"Your medication."

Mike states, kissing him gently.

"But dat don do this"

He argues lightly.

"Does when you have 3 monsters"

Mike counters, Gerry opens his eyes slightly, as if that will help his processing, then he nods as much as someone with little bone control can.

For the next while he jsut feels the motions; 

The cool tile as he sits, slumped against the cool tile as Mike towels off.

The fuzzy towel—that Gerry definitely doesn't own—wrapping around him and his hair. 

The feeling of water with a straw going down his throat after Mike told him 

'Suck'

Followed by Gerry's unamused reply after a drink.

'Didn't expect it to be water'

He grumbled. Mike then gave him some cereal to munch on, though Gerry just let it desolve in his mouth.

Then the feeling of freash linen and warm limbs entangled with his from behind him as he finally nods off.

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Gerry was sat at his desk, fighting a loosing battle against his dropping eyes, hand tangled in his ratty hair as he chewed his 3rd pen of the day.

He had been trying to translate a book for mum for weeks now-translations of old languages he barely spoke was 1 thing, but de-coding made up languages that had the rules changing each page and sometimes just swapping out to combinations of real languages was a whole different story. He had gotten just about half way through when Mike decided to pay him a visit to make sure the goth was alive, as he hadn't been answering his phone.

"Jesus Gerard"

Mike announces himself with a mix of shock and slight disguest-Gerry looked a right state. He had been showering at the least, that was clear from his smudgey and ran makeup- he'd tried giving it a break, but it only caused him a panic attack from the dysmorphia and how much he looked like mum. His hair was a birds nest, he was dressed in his warmest hoodie and tracksuit because the heat had cut out weeks ago. Basically, to say he looked scruffy would be the understatement of the century. 

The house was no better than him, especially his room, paintings and supplys strewn about, clean and dirty clothes alike scattered on the floor, his wardrope on its side after a fit of rage from mum, the list goes on.

"Not now Mike, 'm busy"

Gerry grumbles, his head spinning and drooping from sleep deprivation. He was so tired, so hungry, so bored, so drained. Mike straddles his lap, Gerry pays him no mind, not bothered to complain as he's too tired. The preassure of Mike's weight on his was pretty nice tho... Mike starts kissing at his neck as Gerry keeps working, resting his head on Mike's shoulder. His bones begin to relax from the constant tension he felt in the house, producing quiet cracks and pops that relieve him of some pain.

"You should take a break."

Mike comments softly, covered by Gerry's mop of tangeld hair while kissing at his neck, just under his ear closer to the back of his neck. Gerry straightens up a little, having nearly fallen asleep from resting his head and Mike's warmth. It was so tempting to shut his eyes for just a moment, but he just needed to finish this book so that he could breathe without wanting to cry from the waste of time.

"Mike, my mum's been impossible I just want to figure this out and be done with it."

Gerry groans, struggling to ignore Mike hands all over him, touhing him and holding him and cradling him- it was nearly enough to get him soppy after his week, but instead it was just getting him hard from how pent up he'd been.

"If it's what's kept you in your crypt for the past 3 weeks, then I think she can wait 20 minutes"

Mike replies, hands travelling Gerry's body more than itinerants. 20 minutes wouldn't hurt, yes, but she'd been on his case every second of the day. If he tried to sleep or eat or do anything it would start a one sided screaming match and ususally a few more marks on his body. 

"But I'm so tired and everything hurts"

Gerry moans, leaning his head back. Recently he'd found himself day dreaming about a monster taking him as a victim. He'd be wandering hallways, or drowning forever, but maybe he'd get to sleep. Then he'd realised that was really fucked up, sometimes he'd end up crying over it, but he usually manahed to push that weak shit away before it became too much of a thing. He just kept thinking about how hugh he'd get once he finished this.

"All the more reason- Gerry c'mon, you're not the only one of us who hasn't had sex in 3 weeks"

Mike argues, just as hard as Gerry. Gerry shuts his eyes for a second, he was so tired, in so much pain, it wouldn't be that bad to have someone take car eof him-to be useful! Not taken care of! He was only considering it because he wanted Mike to feel better, not out of secret hopes that he'd feel a little less empty and shit. 

Gerry sighs, opening his eyes to meet Mike's, he looked....worried....Gerry ignores it and the feelings that look draws from him.

"Fine, you wanna have sex, ok, but I'm too tired, so you do whatever you want to me."

He says relentingly. Mike gets this adorable giddy face on him, ushering Gerry up to get into bed, but Gerry just sits limp on the chair, smirking at Mike through his waterfall of black hair.

"Oh for fucks sake"

Mike curses, staring knowingly as frustration clicks on just like that.

"I'm sooooo tired"

Gerry says as if high, a chuckle slipping from his lips as he slips to the ground like a noodle. Mike groans then leans down and picks Gerry up with surprising ease.

Mike throws Gerry onto the bed, earning several pained noises a barely stiffled cry and a 'shhh'. Mike's grin falters and he comes to sit next to Gerry on the bed, proper concern dripping off his face now.

"Shit you ok?"

Mike asks, hands ghosting his body. Gerry nods, mouth drawn into a thin line.

"I said I was tired and in pain Mike"

He states with a hiss.

"I thought you were joking, I'm sorry."

Mike replies emphatically, Gerry grips Mike's jumper pulling him closer so he can burry his head in Mike's jumper, really really tryihg not to cry. Mike's hand rubs his back as Gerry's shoulders bob along side occasional sobs.

"I'm so fucking tired"

He says quietly, any louder and it would be obvious he was crying.

"Look, nevermind about what I was saying, how about we just get some sleep."

Mike says quietly, kisisng the top of Gerry's head.

"I can't"

Gerry mumbles, lifting his head, grateful for his hair hiding his face as he whiped his eyes.

"I've tried to, mums in her book now, but every moment I'm not working on that fucking translation, all I can think about is getting it done, I'm so fucking on edge, I think Jude fucking Perry could walk in right now and I'd feel less prickily. I just- I just Can't! anymore- I can't deal with this shit anymore- fucking lord!"

He grits out, body tensing up again, hands gripping his hair tightly, teeth clenched, wishing for all the world tha the could scream and beat something up- but he could barely talk.

"I haven't slept more than an hour in days, I can't eat without getting sick from nervs, I keep on day dreaming about getting kidnapped or dying, the other night one of mums books from the buried started getting mucky and all I could think about was opening the damn thing and hoping it landed me in a nice compact grave-"

By now Gerry must've sounded insane, because Mike looked like he was about to disarm a bomb. He wraps his arms around Gerry and pulls him to lie on him. Gerry melts into the touch instantly, breaking down completely now, crying in Mike's strong and comforting arms. It was the first time he'd cried in front of someone since he was 7, it was the first time he'd cried and been met with care and not a slap to the face. 

It felt good to finally shatter.

Gerry lay there in Mike's arms for around 20 minutes, crying then just lying there when his body wrapped itself in fatigue, occasionally hiccuping. He was so fucking tired he didn't even remember to feel stupid and weak, until Mike moved his head slightly.

"Gerry..?"

He whispers, Gerry looks up at him, eyes red and puffy, cheeks rosey, makeup somehow more messy.

"Shit sorry I thought you fell asleep."

Mike explains, Gerry sits up, taking a deep breath and whiping his eyes again.

"Sorry"

He mumbles.

"Don't be....you know....I could try and take care of Mar-"

Mike begins to say, cautious and testing.

"Do you still wanna have sex"

Gerry asks in a rush, having not even processed that Mike was talking.

"-uhm      are you sure you're ok for that..?"

Mike asks carefully.

"I'm good, heads fucked, I need to sleep, sex helps"

Gerry assures him, still talking in a rush. Mike cocks a brow at him disbelievingly.

"I don't know- do you want to have sex or not?"

Gerry says defensively, Mike thinks on it for a second then shrugs.

"Sure"

He agrees, Gerry kisses him, letting Mike straddle his hips.

"If I fall asleep you can keep going"

He says between kisses, hands fumbling with 1 button on Mike's shirt as Mike does the rest.

"Gerry I'm not going to fuck you while you're asleep."

Mike says with a small laugh.

"Why? Probably feels good, t's like when you're all feverish or high or drunk and you have sex, feels like- all floaty"

Gerry murmurs as Mike pulls his hoodie over his head, taking a bobbin off Gerry's wrist and handing it to him.

"Hair up"

Mike instructs. Gerry ties his hair up, yapping about something unrelated now. His head felt fuzzy now after crying, so he was grateful for Mike telling him what to do.

"Lie down for me dear"

He says, Gerry realising both their trousers and boxers are gone only now, Gerry lies down, smileing at the feeling of Mike's hand stroking his cock, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Sweetheart?"

Mike asks, a loving smile on his face.

"Mhm?"

Gerry replies.

"I think you're too tired."

Mike says, more to himself than Gerry as he reaches for his shirt.

"No no, c'mon Mike"

Gerry basically begs, Mike stares at him for a moment.

"You really want this?"

Mike asks.

"Mhm, t's relaxing"

Gerry shuffles a bit, Mike smiles.

"Ok"

He agrees, kissing Gerry gently. Gerry tries his best to stay awake, and he is still concious to be fair, he's just fluttering between stages.

He smiles, eyes closed as Mike's lips kiss at his neck, 2 of his fingers sliding in and out of Gerry's ass. Mike is murmuring things that Gerry starts to process as praise.

"You're so handsome"

"You're so good for me"

"I care about you so much Keay"

"Such a pretty boy"

Gerry moans lazily as Mike strokes his hard dick. He feels floaty and safe as Mike pushes into his hole. Gerry hums low and pleasurable as Mike presses in and out of him. 

"Mike"

He whines, feeling 1 hand laced with Gerry's and the other bracing Mike's weight on his thigh. 

"You're doing so good my love"

Mike assures him, his pace getting faster. Gerry bites his lip, moaning whinier now as Mike began to hit deeper inside him, drawing occasional gasps as he hit the bundle of nervs in Gerry's ass.

Gerry fades into a sleep then back out, hearing Mike moan his name as he came inside him, warm and deep. Gerry whines at the feeling and more so as Mike pulls out. 

He feels Mike lick the tip of his cock, then Mike's pretty lips wrap around him and sink down onto his cock, his tongue flat around Gerry's dick. Mike hollows his cheeks and takes Gerry fully, Gerry hears small and distant gags berore they disappear.

Mike bobs up and down on his cock, Gerry runs his hand through Mikes light whispy locks, drawing the slightest of moans from Mike, sending a vibration up Gerry's body. 

It isn't long until Gerry's head is lulled to the side, still half asleep as his back arches, he moans out chocked and breathily as he spills seed down Mike's throat.

From there he has no clue what happens, when he wakes up Mike is holding him close, close and safe. For the next week Mike stays in pinholes, he keeps complaing about the bugs, but chanhes the conversation when Gerry tells him to go home. Between the 2 of them and the languages they know, they get the book finished by the end of the week. Gerry leaves it on the table with a note say he's following some leads on a vast lietner.....and Mike was technically part lietner so it wasn't a complete lie....

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Gerry was broke, he needed money, and he didn't especially care about how he got it. He had first considered selling his organs, but that seemed like a horrible idea. His health and environment were awful, he would probably need them all sooner or later. So instead he started selling photos of himself online, it was going surprisingly well.

He didn't think it would get him much money, he was no looker and he was a goth trans guy, he hadn't thought there was much of a market for that....apparently there was. He had been doing it for a month and already made nearly 700 pounds, and that was with only half a month of it and only being able to do it while mum was out. 

He didn't especially care about 'his purity' if he ever had any before, and he definitely did not care about being a whore, hard to care about people seeing you like that when you know about the big bad omniscient voyeur god in the sky.

Currently he was trying to shoot a video for someone offering him 400 for 1 video, it felt insane to pay someone that much money when porn hub was free and the only difference was Gerry had candles and not tits- but he wasn't going to complain.

The guy had asked Gerry to be in full makeup, with lacey lingere on, candles being the only lighting and a surprise. So Gerry baught the cheapest lingere he could find and set up his laptop that night.

He presses play, kneeling on the bed in the itchy garments. He watches the screen as he runs his hands up and down his stomach, tracing a line down the happy trail that lead to the little bow on the panties.

He thinks about the probabale weirdo watching this later, jerking off to him, studying him, watching him. He can already feel himself getting wet, something about someone placing his worth so high, someone seeing him and not taking their eyes off him, and Gerry wasn't even there.

He puts the show on about flicking the strap of the thong, turning to show off his ass, all that stuff, then he finally sat back, slipping a hand under the bralette. He pinches his nipple, pulling and playing with the peircing, shrugging the strap off to show off his peirced nipple, biting his lip in a grin. He pushes the strap back up, then spreads his legs apart, sitting further back with his body propped up by his elbow.

He moves the the panties to the side to reveal the tip of a black dildo shooved far up his pussy. Gerry presses his finger up against the tip, releasing a dramatised moan—having remembered he should probably make some noise. He takes the panties off one of his legs, letting half of the dildo push out before he pushed it back in, moaning again. Gerry leaves his left hand to push back against the black girth, picking up a vibrator from his right.

He takes the vibrator and turns it to a low buzz, bringing it to his little cock. He bites his lip and groans at the feeling, played up-yea, but it did feel fucking good on his massive clit. 

"Fuck"

He whispers quietly. He moves the vibrator up and down his shaft, mewling embarrassingly high, cutting the noise off into a lower pitched sigh. 

Gerry removes his left hand, letting the dildo push out until it was nearly fully out—it was around 27 cms long and maybe 9 cms thick—before pushing it all the way back in, rough and sudden. Gerry groaned breathy and juttery, head throwing itself back. He could feel himself getting close, maybe thats why he didn't notice it.

A smell,

Ozone.

When he did feel the dizziness, his brow furrowed, his nose crinckling at the smell, but before he could do anything- thin hands snatch his and pin him down, pale thighs straddle his waist, and manic eyes look down at him.

"You really are such a slut."

Mike laughs. Gerry stares up at him, frozen under Mike's touch, jaw dropped and locked, eyes blown wide, sputtering in shock.

"400, 600 if there can be some skin to skin."

Mike smiles, slipping what looked to be 400 pounds under Gerry's pillow, holding another 200. 

Gerry really should of known that there couldn't possibly be 2 pathetic weird guys with lots of money and a thing for hot goth trans guys in the world.

"You bought porn from me?"

Gerry asks with a judging laugh.

"That a problem?"

Mike asks with an unashamed chuckle and a sly grin. Gerry laughs then shakes his head.

"Guess not."

He says. Gerry flips them over and pins Mike down.

"But I'm pretty sure the prostitute is supposed to be on top."

Gerry smirks.

"Really?"

Mike says with a cocked brow.

"Yea."

Gerry states, clicking the vibrator off and moving the 2 toys to the side. Mike already had a condom on, so Gerry lines himself and sinks down onto his cock, it was smaller than the toy, but Gerry was a sucker for physical contact.

Mike's hands rest on Gerry's thighs, helping him thrust up and down, he moves 1 hand to take Gerry's dick between 2 fingers and rub it. Gerry moans loudly, his arms buckling, he takes a moment to brace himself against Mike again, then he goes back to moving up and down on Mike. He leans closer to Mike as he tries to keep his voice even and clear of moans.

" your cocks small"

Gerry murmurs, Mike groans-more so when Gerry digs his nails into Mike's shoulder.

"You just have a deep vag"

Mike whines now, Gerry laughs in response, not wanting to give up more leverage with an equally whiney retort. Mike's other hand travels up Gerry's body and begins to play with his nipple, he twists it which draws a sharp inhale from Gerry, followed by a deep groan.

Gerry starts to speeden up his pace, his hips getting chopey, Mike takes his hand off Gerry's cock, earning a whine from the goth. 

"Oh fucking shit"

Gerry curses when Mike replaces his hand with the vibrator on Gerry's dick. From there Gerry is just pretty noises and stubborn attempts to keep rhythm. The hand on his nipple travels to grab his ass and help Gerry keep moving.

"Fuck- Ger- Ger!"

Mike yells, hips bucking up as his body burns white hot and he tenses, filling up the condom. Mike strokes down Gerry's thigh, and that on his sensitive skin is enough to send Gerry toppling over the edge into Mike's arms. 

They lay there panting for a couple minutes, Mike turns off the toy and Gerry gets off his dick, letting Mike take the condom and tie it off, chucking it into Gerry's paper bin. 

"Do I still get the porno"

Mike asks after a couple minutes of silence.

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Mike presses Gerry up against the cold brick wall yanking him down by his hair to kiss him roughly. 

"Think you could keep your hands off me for antohrr 10 minutes and when we get back to mine I'm going to rip your stupid jacket off, and im gonna bend you over and your gonna take me like the pillow fucking princess you are."

Mike whispers gruffly up against his ear.

"A, you pinned me up, B, the jacket is cool, and C, I am not a pillow princess."

Gerry whispers defensively, bending down as if it were a secret.

"Yea, and the hair works too"

Mike adds sarcastically

"It does?"

Gerry defends.

"No Gerard, I just thought we were lying."

Mike laughs, fully laughs. Gerry grabs Mike by the shirt and flips them around so Mike is up against the wall, pinning him down by the shirt with his leg between Mike's legs. Mike squirms under his hands.

"Gerard, this is adorable"

Mike laughs, already getting hard under Gerry's leg and his sharp dangerous gaze. Mike was nothing if not a bitch for someone throwing him around.

"We both know I'm the stronger out of us"

Mike stares up at Gerry, a little shocked at how much this was turning him on, yea Gerry was hot, and yea Mike always got turned on by their fights, but usually they liked it the other way round. Gerry liked being thrown around knowing he wouldn't end up dead, Mike liked throwing Gerry around- and he liked getting some control anywhere in his life. But thinking about it now both reasons would make sense for the other.

"I think we should get back to mine, like right now."

Mike says quietly, staring at Gerry in a way that was doing mad things to him. Gerry nods, intense intent in his eyes. They walk back in awkward silence, both too busy thinking about how weird this is.

When they get back to the apartment Gerry kisses Mike, holding his head in his hands, Mike stumbles backwards, pulling his scarf off as Gerry takes his black gloves off.

"Jacket off Gerard"

Mike instructs.

"The jacket works....but I am pretty warm..so..fine"

Gerry mutters, slipping the jacket off onto the floor. They walk themselves into the bedroom, Mike falls onto the bed, pulling Gerry down by his thin grey scarf.

"You look nice today, button up shirt, cute scarf, not ripped jeans. Why you usually look scrap?"

Mike murmurs while he unbuttons the shirt and Gerry undoes his zip.

"Had a thing"

Gerry replies.

"What thing."

Mike asks, seeming a bit ticked he had to.

"Meeting....with someone who wanted to buy a painting off me"

Gerry murmurs in a rush, pulling Mike in fir a liss, but Mike pushes him away.

"You're selling your ar-"

Gerry cuts him off with another kiss.

"Mike can you shut the fuck up so we can have sex??"

Gerry states, seeming a bit annoyed, he smiles bitterly. Mike stares up at Gerry for a moment, studying him, then he kisses him.

Gerry gets his shirt off and Mike shuffles out of his jeans. Gerry gets his jeans off and straddles Mike's hips, holding his chin up with his thumb, kissing him deeply. Mike moves his hand down to palm Gerry through his boxers. 

Gerry sticks 2 of his fingers in his mouth, looking at Mike as he gets them wet before he brings them down to Mike's ass and starts fingering him.

"Fuck Ger"

Mike moans, burrying his head in Gerry's shoulder.

"Who's the pillow princess now?"

Gerry laughs quietly, Mike squeezes his dick hard.

"Ow-ow-ow-ow fine-fine its me, im sorry"

Gerry corrects.

"Damn straight"

Mike smiles, looking adorable....Gerry kisses him, ignoring the stupid butterflies in his stomach. 

Gerry moves his fingers in deeper, brushing up against a sensitive spot that has Mike shuddering.

"Shit Keay, your fingers are long"

He curses, looking caught off, Gerry laughs a little. They connect in another dirty kiss, all teeth and tongue and moans. Gerry scissors his fingers a couple time before he pulls his hand out. Mike roots through his side drawer blind, he pulls out a bottle and pours a bit of lube on his hand, taking Gerry's dick in his hand to lube him up, illiciting a filthy moan from Gerry.

"Get in my fucking ass before you bottom out"

Mike instructs.

"I won't"

Gerry defends, recieving a disbelieving look from Mike, he ignores it with a tsk and lines himself up with Mike's hole.

Slowly Gerry pushes in, biting through his lip as to not moan like a bitch. Mike keeps eye contact, it apparently becoming a competition that Gerry quickly looses when Mike's hands travel over the sensitive burne scars on his thighs. 

Mike smirks as Gerry whines, he reaches his hands to grab Gerry's ass, pushing him in as far as he can go, hitting Mike's g spot.

"Shit-"

Gerry groans, Mike keeps his stone face, his breathing getting unsteady and his face flush as Gerry started to move.

Gerry allows himself to moan, finding Mike's silence weird. When that doesn't qork he slams into Mike's ass, hitting the spot again, Mike moans sudden with surprise. 

Gerry speedens up his pace, Mike helping him move rougher. Gerry leans down to kiss Mike as they keep up the pace, his arms shaking as he bit a second peorcing into his lip, trying really hard not to whine.

"Gerry can you pretend to be a top a little better??"

Mike snarks, hooking his legs around Gerry's waist to pull him in closer. Gerry hums a moan, trying to keep pace better. Mike pulls him down for another kiss, his hands moving down to guide Gerry's hips more, getting him to thrust in faster and hit deeper. 

Gerry is soon a series of whiney moans and groans until hes spilling over the edge, cumming deep in Mike's ass. He collapses as his orgasim recks him.

A minute or 2 later Gerry registers Mike's still hard dick, pulling out of Mike, pulling a whine from him with it. He crawls down to lick Mike's tip, licking a strip up the shaft bwfire taking his tip in his mouth. Mike moans, carding his hand through Gerry's hair as he puts a bit of preassure on his head. Gerry sinks down him, taking him in full. He starts moving up and down, Mike pulling his hair and taking a bit more control. 

It doesn't take long for Mike to spill down Gerry's throat and Gerry swallows every drop, moving up next to him and pulling the covers over them. Mike plays with his hair as they catch their breath.

"So....Howd the meeting go?"

Mike asks cautiously, Gerry sighs, wrapping his arms around Mike.

"Bad"

He responds, Mike rolls his eyes.

"Gerard I swear to god if you don't stop being so vague-"

Mike says frustratedly.

"Bad, it went very bad. The guy said I was a talentless freak and the only place my art should be is in my medical file for the psych ward I should clearly be in."

Gerry recounts angerly....voice filled with a strabge amount of hurt for him, Gerry never really cared what people thought of him.

"...well fuck that guy. Your arts good, I should know, I'm a professional snob."

Mike jokes, earning a little laugh from the goth.

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Gerry stood outside this fancy fucking restaurant with a cigarette, he had dressed up nice, did up his hair and he wasn't even wearing eyeliner....ok he wasn't wearing much eyeliner.....it was a hot amount and not dramatic- the point was he looked great.

Gerry didn't go on dates often, but with more spare time now due to his new found orphan status that came with a signing bonus of a job, he wanted to have less time to think about things.

So he found a date.

They met at a bar and got chatting, hooked up and now he was hear, 10 minutes early, waiting outside this fancy restaurant, really really hoping the guy pays- or that they at least have some cheaper options. He stubs out his 3rd cigarette, feeling anxious and jittery, he wasn't good at dating and tlaking and people. He was good at hitting on guys drunk, he was good at sex, he was good at being hot, he was not good at being in relationships of any type, romantic, platonic, parental.

The clock ticks to five to and Gerry stubs out his cig, deciding to get inside before he gets through his whole pack and ends up having to smoke the joint in his pocket. Upon walking in, he finds the restaurant somehow fancier. He talks to the hostess and gets seated, leaving his jacket at the door which felt so fucking wrong, he ended up stuffing most of the junk in his pockets into his pockets. Sitting at the fancy seat with a fairly decent view, Gerry busies himself with checking Gertrude's contact, then the guys, then scrolling thriugh settings as to not look pathetic. 

When he looks around the restaurant at exactly 10 past 7, he doesn't see the guy, he does however see Michael Crew, professional pain in the ass—in more ways than 1—out for dinner alone seemingly. Unluckily for Gerard, Mike saw him too, looking surprised before walking over.

"Stalker"

Mike smirks.

"I'm not here for you."

Gerry sneers, looking around the room for the guy.

"Get stood up? Awww, poor thing"

Mike laughs condescendingly. Just then, tall dark and handsome appears behind Mike, awkwardly pushing past Mike to sit across from Gerry.

"So sorry I'm late, work ran late"

The guy apologises, taking his jacket and scarf off.

"Did they not tale your jacket?"

Gerry asks with confusion.

"Hmm? Oh, no, I never let places like this do coat check, too sketchy- this is real cashmere"

The guy laughs, Gerry curses himself silently, he could tell if this guys reasoning was a turn off or kind of a bonding thing. When he noticed the lobster tank, Gerry leaned towards turn off. He then realises Mike is still here, he looks at him and he is staring daggers at the guy, looking as if he wanted him nothing more than dead, for a momwnt Gerry worried he'd do it too.

"Oh hello, I don't think we're ready to order yet."

The guy smiles.

"I'm not the waiter."

Mike says between gritted teeth, he looks to Gerry with a look mixed between judgement and anger. Mike walks away then, leaving Gerry very confused.

"That was weird"

The guy laughs, opening his memu and studying it, Gerry opens his too, barely managing to hide his utter shock at the price's.

"Oh, you should try their duck, it's simply amazing."

The guy states obnoxiously, he signals over a waiter.

"Oh garcon, we'll take 2 of the 'Confit de canard' for our mains, for appetisers I think I'll have the 'duo d'escargots'. Garet, what would you like?"

The guy asks with a smile. Gerry looks at the menu uncomfortably, the lamb was already 50 pounds.

"Uhm...it's Gerard, and I've not got the biggest appetite so I'll just get the uhh...french onion soup"

Gerry smiles at the waitress.

"It's actually pronounced 'soupe à l'oignon', and nonsense, he'll have the 'Tartine aux pêches et au chèvre' and the 'Confit de canard'"

The guy says with another one of those smiles that screams 'You're beneath me'. He hands the menus to the waitress while keeping eye contact with Gerry, she rolls her eyes and he honestly feels the same.

From there the date only got worse when the guy proceeded to talk about his cars (plural) and how stressed he's been with having to fire people in work and that they've been incredibly unpleasant. Gerry goes to the bathroom, so close to doing lines to get through this date, he was absolutely terrified that he wouldn't pay and he'd be stuck with an insane bill. He also hated cheese, he didn't mind escargot, having made some a few years ago. He was neutral on duck, but the chinese did a better one for a tenner. 

Gerry was about to suck it up and go back out there when Mike walks in. They stare at eachother for a moment.

"Hows your date going."

Mike asks bitterly.

"Terrible, he's such an obnoxious pain, and if he doesnt foot the bill I'm out nearly 100 quid for food I don't like and didn't want to order."

Gerry grits out, pissed off again. Mike smirks.

"Wanna get your mind off things?"

He asks seductively, outting his hand in Gerry's hair and the other around his waist, leaning him agains the wall.

"Mike, I am on a date."

Gerry states, not very firmly though, it really wouldn't take much to sway his answer tonight.

"Oh come on, tell me you care about that nob at all?"

Mike asks with way to much hatred.

"You really do not like him"

Gerry laughs, Mike grimaces, getting a dangerous look in his eye.

"I don't like seeinh you with oth- with obnoxious dicks like him."

Mike replies, Gerry gives him a look, the angel on his shoulder told him that this probably wasn't ok, buuuut....Mike was turning him on way more than the guy ever had a chance at.

"I'll ignore that if get in that stall right now."

Gerry offers with haste, Mike grins slyly, pulling Gerry into the stall and pinning him against the door. He gets his hands firm on Gerry's hip and ribs, digging into him as he marks up Gerry's neck with bites.

Gerry pulls him up to kiss him, Mike digs the hand from his hip into Gerry's hair, pulling it tight to get a moan out of Gerry.

"Why waste time with pricks like him when I can get you maoning within seconds."

Mike snarls, Gerry looks at him flush and hair mused.

"Jesus stop being insecure and fuck me already."

Gerry complains, Mike grins again, he presses in against Gerry and kisses him, turning them around. Mike digs that hand into Gerry's hair again and pushes him to his knees suddenly. Gerry stares up at him, clenching his thighs together with a gleam of thrill in his eyes.

"Go on then."

Mike goads, Gerry laughs under his breath, unzipping Mike who imdiantly springs up. Gerry laughs again.

"Happy to see me-"

He comments, getting pushed into Mike's clothed cock by the strong grip on his hair. Gerry licks him through his boxers, taking them off and licking up the shaft. He looks up at Mike as he swirls his tip in his mouth, Mike groans, smiling as he shooves Gerry down his cock. Gerry gags suddenly, taking a gasp of air when Mike lifts him up. 

Mike continues to slam Gerry down on his dick, not always that hard, but hard enough. The sting of his grip was maddening, drawing tears to the corner of Gerry's eyes and the gagging wasn't helping much either as Mike fucked Gerry's throat well and good. 

"Your lips look so good around my cock"

Mike hums, Gerry moans, sending a vibration up Mike's spine. 

"Who's throat are you to use"

Mike asks in a whisper, Gerry was unsure if it was a whisper because Mike felt ashamed about it or cus he was worked up. He did seem to be getting close as he slammed into Gerry's throat at a juttering pace.

"Yours"

Gerry mumbles around his dick. With that Mike moans loud and drawn out, quietning himself when he got the awareness.

"Fuck"

He speeks softly. Gerry gets off him with a wet pop, wet as hell by now.

"Get up"

Mike breathes, ushering for Gerry to stand, Gerry does as he's told and Mike kisses him pressing him back against the wall with a leg between Gerry's thighs, pressing right into his throbbing t dick. Gerry whines into the messy kiss, hands lightly going to Mike's waist, he wanted him so badly. Mike slips a hand down Gerry's boxers, smiling at the feel of slik.

"So wet for me"

Mike murmurs, he dips 2 of his thin pale fingers into Gerry's wanting cunt, softly maneuvering them to brush up against his sensitive spot. Mike lifts Gerry's other leg to let him reach deeper in Gerry's cunt. He shivers and squirms under Mike's touch, most sounds being muted by the kiss. 

"You're so fucking hot."

Mike curses, tightening his grip around Gerry's thigh to a beautifully painful degree. 

"You're mine."

Mike whispers into Gerry's ear, and with that Gerry is tensing around Mike's still moving hand, leaning on him more as his vision buzzes for a moment and he chokes back high pitched gasps.

Mike pulls his hand out when Gerry is slumped against him panting, he whines just a little bit before covering it with a cough and straighting up against the wall. Mike licks his hand clean, passing Gerry some tissues to clean up.

"I live a 10 minute walk from here, grab your coat and leave mr ugly to the bill."

Mike instructs, leaving Gerry swaying in the bathroom for a moment before he cleans up and sneaks his way to the coat check to grab his jacket. He rushes out and meets Mike out front.

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Falling, he was falling, and he wasn't a moment ago, but now he was falling and falling and falling into the abyss of nothing. Hadn't he always been, hadn't he always been going no where and terrified and surrounded by darkness.... blinded by it....but still knowing it was there and it was going to kill him, but not until it had it's fun. It started as it always did, a book, a chase, and a hot guy that Gerry knew he shouldn't go for. 

For the last week he had been searching through the libraries and charity shops of London, and he was finding a surprising amount- a worrying amount. If he didn't find a lietner after a day of searching, then he would find something that was scarily close to feeling like one, so bad that he'd even burnt a couple. He didn't think it was simple happenstance because all of the ones from other libraries had a key detail in common; they had all last been signed out by Michael Crew.

Gerry knew it was only a matter of time before he met this Michael Crew, he just hadn't spared much thought for what would happen. He had only thought about finding this devil who was respreading lietners out where they were so accessible, any kid could even pick some up. So when Gerry saw a blonde with an odd scar at his library of the night, he didn't even think it could be the Michael. If he hadn't had that odd scar that had Gerry paranoid over spiral ties, then he probably wouldn't of spared him a thought. But he did. He did.

The blonde was just walking up and down with a greenish book, Gerry followed him descreatly, and when he slipped the book onto the shelf as if reverse stealing, Gerry imdiantly fround it odd before sudden recognition and passion rebooted him. He ran to the book once the blonde left the row, and upon opening it he saw 2 familar signs of danger; a lietner plack, and a checkout sheet with Michael Crew last on it.

Gerry sprung into action, pocketing the book and whipping around the corner. What he also hadn't accounted for, was that Michael was more aware of Gerry tailing him than the goth thought.

He really needed to get better at planning...

There in the row was the blonde looking dead at Gerry with a smug smirk.

"Hey stalker. Heard you've been hot on my tail"

Michael greets, a smile on his face. Gerry stares at him for a moment, shocked...but only for a moment as slowly, adrenaline started pumping through his veins.

"My names Michael Crew, but you can call me Mike, hotstuff"

'Mike' says with a wink and a flirtatious attitude.

"Whats your n-"

Mike tried to ask, but before he could, anher painted Gerry's face and he lunged for Mike. Mike stumbles back, awkwardly scrambling into action- the action being to run away. 

"You're alot more uhm, bitey than I thought"

He calls out, Gerry doesn't respond, too focused on his blonde and annoying target. He can feels the normal eyes on him as he silently chases Mike out of the library with dead concentration and a killers instinct. Far away he wondered if the hunt or slaughter had started taking him recently, because he did feel himself turning to violence and rage more than ususal, but then again he is Mary's son.

"You know, usually the whole, 'danger boner' thing, its fun- but I think we shoukd establish a safe word."

Mike calls out again, it really felt like this man had taken a course in how to be most annoying and Gerry was his final assignment.

"How about- pineapple? Yea? Gre-at! Ok so- pineapple? Pineapple. Oh- c'mon, you're- not gonna listen to our- safe- word??"

Mike yells back to Gerry, running out of breath real quick, Gerry would of thought vast avatars would get a cute bonus power of holding breath. Mike takes a sharp turn that throws Gerry off, giving Mike a bit more safty space.

"Gerard, this is not a good practice of safe cex- that means 'chasing extremely xfast'"

Mike jokes.

"How do you know my name."

Gerry asks, voice even enough, though his chest was starting to hurt.

"I've heard all about you Gerard. We have a friend in common- Jude Perry? She is not your biggest fan"

Mike laughs.

"She wants me dead."

Gerry retorts.

"Yes, you seem to get that reaction quite often, couldn't imagine why- though wohatever you're doing, do make sure to continue because I'm getting there to."

Mike spoke with an over enthusiasm, but it didn't seem like he was angry, it seemed like he genuinely felt like this was a game he didn't want to play but was humering Gerry- and thats when it hit. Mike had control, in some way, he knew—or thought at least—that he had the power, and thats when the second shot rang out. Mike did have the power.

He had that strange spiral scar. He was on good enough terms with Jude Perry to be a friend. He had talked about him with Jude who knew many of his weaknesses- and many times only let him live because Agnes asked her to. He was likely an avatar, and if he didn't know if Gerry was, then he did now after Gerry didn't compel him, and there was no predator prey instincts in their chase, nor any other prominent marks on Gerry. He knew how to hurt Gerry, he likely had the power, and he knew Gerry couldn't kill him.

And that's when he tripped.

And he never stumbled or fell to the groynd or anything, he just....fell.

All around him was the dark- nearly starless sky. There was no moon, no earth, there wasn't even any Mike. He ckuld feel the rushing air, he could feel his body was plumiting into nothing, he could feel the senseless fear all over his body.

Panic set in and he tried to gasp for breath, but no breath came or went. When he did manage to take a breath it was short and not enough. It felt like there was an invisible barrier blocking air getting into his nose or mouth.

It felt like eternity, but in reality it might have been an hour. Suddenly though, Mike appeared above him, scarf and coat flapping in the wind, he fell to be beside him with a bit of space, pretending to sit, head cocked olooking away from Gerry.

"I'm not speaking to you"

He says dramaticlaly, as if it was stil a game to him.

"Ih but we can only work out our problems if we communicate! Oh fine, fine. It hurts that you wanted to well-...hurt me-I guess, so good job you! I'm assuming this wasn't what you expected though?"

Mike speaks in a condescending joyful attitude. He laughs as Gerry tries to still his flailing, he had tried to stop flailing, but it was so hard with the constant feeling of falling. 

"You are adorable, trying so hard to show the big bad world you're not scared, when you, are so... very... terrified...."

Mike observes treating Gerry like an especially cute bug under a microscope, only there for Mike's education as he squishes it.

"I think I'll let you live, you know, I really didn't think we'd even need to get this far- though it was quite fun, I sort of get why Jude is getting into fights all the time, kind of... thrilling."

Mike smiles to himself.

"But it is a disappointment, I thought we could've been...very close Gerard. I mean- you chase books? I chase books! You're hot? I'm hot! See, there is just so much to bond over...I mean we still could, look at you, you're already falling for me- aren't you?          It's ok, you don't need to respond, I know I've practically stolen your breath away with how dashingly handsome and smart and funny and charismatic I am. It is just a shame that you needed to get so emotional."

Mike monologues, Gerry wasn't sure where this was going, but he wasn't sure he liked it. Was Mike hot? ...eh, Gerry had a thing for people who could kill him but didn't- hell he had a thing for those who could kill him and try, pain was just one of those strange feelings to him- you know. But did he want to have sex with an avatar for the first time? ....he should probably see a professional, because his answer was yes.

"Maybe if you apologise I'll let you live~"

Mike smiles dangerously.

"Or right, you can't breathe"

Mike remembers after an expectant moment of him batting his eyelashes dramatically. Suddenly Gerry was able to breath, it was like it had never happened, except for the moment it took him to choke down a panic attack now that his body could respond to the terror with more than silent streaming tears.

"Are you always this annoying?"

Gerry asks once he's evened out. Mike stares at him, expression darkening. The breath is knocked out of him again as Mike moves closer to him in a way that made no sense physics speaking, but then again none of this made sense.

He straddles Gerry, then wraps a hand around Gerry's throat, his other hand coming to brush against Gerry's cheak gently. The combination was a confusing one, sending his body into more terror from the choking, but pain from his face- mum used to do that, the rare time she was maternal to him, maybe he'd do well in a lesson or he came home from a fight injured but victorious and he'd see a bit of pride as she asked '.did they walk away worse than you' in her rare silence.

"How about a deal you'll like more, you apologise, and you live. Oh and by the way, you should really speak to a therapist about why threats on your life get you so hard- like I know I'm hot, but Christ Keay."

Mike murmurs against his ear, the hand on his throat loosens and he awaits his response. Gerry stares up at him, leave the fight a winner in death, or a give in and live...

"I'm-... sorry."

He states through gritted teeth.

"Good"

Mike smiles, and just like that they hit the ground. It isn't nearly as hard as it should be from how long they were falling, but it did still hurt and shock him. He lays sat on the ground, braced by his hands on the cold concrete as he catches his breath. By now it was easily midnight, he'd tripped at around 9pm. 

Gerry tries to stand, but is hit by a strong wave of vertigo, his body going to all static and mush as his head and the world spins. He falls into Mike's arms, slumping limp as he tried not to throw up.

"Wow, don't go falling too hard for me- like I know I'm hot but jesus."

He laughs, Gerry straightens up, leaning kn the wall as he held 2 knuckles against his mouth as the nausea ebbed and flowed.

"You-...used tha one alreay..."

Gerry slurs, he doubles over as bile finally rises from his throat and he spews his guts up on this side street of London. When he's done, the vertigo fades, but then he's pushed into movement by Mike, pinned against a dental practice's wall. Mike cups him through his jeans, kissing his neck.

"Get off of me, you literal monster!"

Gerry orders, trying to push Mike off, but his arms imdiantly fall limp as another wave of vertigo hits him and those barriers go back up to block his breath.

"Quiet Gerard, I don't take kindly to being called a monster, you're lucky you're cute."

Mike informs him in that dangerous voice. Gerry slumps against him, head spinning, too nauseous to talk- even if he could. Every action Mike took on him felt like a moan that would trigger more vomit but neither happened because he couldn't fucking breathe. 

Terror wraped his body again, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe and he clearly wasn't going to die from it as he ahd just been like this for hours, but that didn't stop his body from freaking the fuck out. He couldn't even fight back because he was subdued with vertigo.

Gerry buries his teary eyes in Mike's neck, biting lightly on his shoulder. He tries to distance himself from the feelings, because he knows the terror with no way to react is what he'll feel forever as he sleeps. 

"You're crying"

Mike states confused.

"If I let you breathe will you get snarky?"

He asks condescendingly, Gerry shakes his head pathetically, and suddenly he can breathe again. He wraps his arms around Mike's shoulders as he sobs- unsure if it was releif, or a queue'd up panic attack or continued terror. 

"Good boy"

Mike whispers when he doesn't try anything. Gerry bites his cheak as Mike continues to touch him, it felt good, but for some fucked reason, Gerry knew it was the fear. Mike being in such control, him getting him so scared, but actually stopping when Gerry gave him what him wanted, it was definitely fucked, but jesus so was he.

It crosses his mind that they're on the streets of London, he looks around, but there wasn't a soul in sight...? Gerry decides not to question it, if this was how Mike Crew and Peter Lukas tag teamed him, then at least he went out with a good fuck.

"Turn around"

Mike commands, and Gerry does, without even a thought or a bitten back remark. Mike unzips himself as Gerry does the same, they shift down their trousers just enough. Mike spits on his hand, rubing the spit on his hard cock and then Gerry's rim. He pushes into Gerry pretty fast and rough, Gerry lets out cry and is imdiantly slumped against the wall by more vertigo.

"Quiet."

Mike instructs, Gerry tries to brace himself a bit better, Mike wraps an arm around his waist to keep him up. Gerry braces himself with one arm agains the wall as he bit his other hand in order not to make further sound.

Mike begins to slam in and out of Gerry, with great vigor. Tears flow again, but god it's only getting Gerry more riled up. Mike leans forward to kiss his neck, lifting up to his ear.

"You're alot easier like this"

He whispers.

"Fuck~"

Gerry moans quietly, his makeup was surely ruined, but if it was before it certainly was when Mike gripped his chin to kiss him roughly.

"I can not believe I'm letting an avatar fuck me"

Gerry whispers to himself

"An honor, I know"

Mike jokes back.

"Make me dizzy"

Gerry asks after a second.

"Whats the magic word?"

Mike smirks, biting his neck.

"..please"

Gerry grits out.

"No, it was chile, but I'll make an exception cus you're hot."

Mike states, and with that another wave of dizziness hits him, but this ones nicer, no nausea, the world spins and Gerry feels lost in the msot beautiful way possible.

It doesn't take much more time before Gerry's legs are shaking, threatening to buckle as his skin heats up and his back arches. He tips over the edge, feeling as if he was free falling in a glorious way. He cums all over the white wall of the dentist's, breathy moans spooling from his lips from the intense and unusual pleasure. Mike moans into his shoulder, spilling over inside him, with only a tightening in his grip and a sway in how he stood.

The dizziness intesifys as Mike cums and pleasure bubbles deep inside Gerry, a fire lighting in his stomach as a stream of moans rip from his throat before Mike can clamp a hand over his mouth. Gerry's legs buckle out from beneath him, now only held up by Mike as a second orgasim washes over him, drowning him in the depths. Tears flow from his eyes because holy shit he's literally never came this hard, Mike's other hand wraps around Gerry's still leaking cock and pumps it as Gerry comes down. 

"Holy fucking shit..."

Gerry whispers, catching his breath.

"I probably should've warned you about that"

Mike murmurs.

"What that your evil god of the sky gives you magic jizz??"

Gerry asks, still breathing deeply.

"Ew don't call it jizz- no, the vertigo thing can just happen sometimes when I'm feeling too much to control it, like if I'm piswed the energy overflows."

Mike explains, also panting for breath.

"Oh so I'm the really good one then?"

Gerry jokes.

"No- shut up- you are insufferable!"

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You know how during fire drills you're told not to go back for the things you love. And you know how during crash protocol on a plane they tell you to stay seated. Well sometimes you go back for the fire, and other times you jump towards the fall. That was Gerry and Mike.

They had chased and beat eachother bloody as teens, but as adults, falling patron to their respective evil overloads of choice, they tended to spend more time laughing with banter over eachothers weaknesses. 

Though they were both avatars, they were not similar, even after pledging himself to the flame, Gerry never stopped fighting the things he hated. Choosing the desolation wasn't out of passion or cruality, but out of force from the world he was made to live in, and protection from those who wanted him dead. Mike got this, Jude did not. 

Jude Perry, the women of wax who was in love with the messiah and hated all of the other cult members, she wanted a friend who was tolerable, apparently Gerry was that- no matter how hard he tried, apparently Gerry was that. 

She had dragged him to have 'fun' her definition of fun. Gerry sat at the edge of the bar, nursing a burning hot gin- the desolation had a couple perks, this wasn't one. At the bar was Jude, chatting up the bartender as all his liquor boiled and boiled, he assumed Jude was waiting for it to burst.

Someone slides up to the table Gerry rested his elbow on, he leans on it for a moment then winces and pulls back, breathing in sharp.

"Perpetually hot."

Gerry reminds him, Mike sighs frustratedly, glass of wine in hand as usual.

"Jude being...Judey?"

He asks.

"Yeup, I swear, if she wasn't maluble wax- I'd punch her in the face."

He says through greeted teeth, gagging a little at the taste of his warm gin. 

"Don't know how you put up with her- or that..."

Mike laughs, pointing to the boiling glass.

"With great difficulty. Agnes and her aren't too bad, but I'd rather the company of most other things."

Gerry comments.

"What about my company??"

Mike smirks, Gerry turns to him with a mirrored face. And then the bottles explode, Mike and Gerry wince, giving eachother an 'oh fuck' look as Jude cackles in the background.

"Well thats our que"

Gerry declares, throwing back his gin before taking Mike's cold hand and leading him out, by now Mike was used to the sizziling pain Gerry's skin left- besides, it was only his left hand anyway. 

"You live near here?"

Gerry asks, facing the brutish winter cold of London in just a tank top and jeans. 

"Mhm, 's if you have to ask"

Mike laughs, a stupid blush appearing on his face as he bites his wine stained lips. He wraps his other arm around Gerry's taken arm, doing his best to have as little skin to skin as possible.

"You get clingy when you're wine drunk- d'y know that?"

Gerry laughs, Mike simply laughs with him, too blinded by the buzz and the burn to be great at communicating.

They make it back to Mike's jn no time, where he discovers that Gerry is a freakishly good pickpocket- given the burn skin thing. Gerry unlocks the door and let them in, locking it behind him and hanging the key up. Mike puts his hands on Gerry's cheeks, kisisng him and biting his lip from the pain. 

"It's not too painful?"

Gerry asks as usual.

"You ask everytime, if it was too sore I'd say something."

Mike confirms as usual.

Gerry smiles, Mike knew he hated this, that simply touching him was enough to cause scars, it felt like a crual punishment after spending his life feeling like nothing but a burden who would hurt anyone close to him, but Mike had enough scars as it was, what was a few more.

Mike pulls him to the bedroom, Gerry's hands going to Mike's waist, covered by his jacket. They move onto Mike's bed, Mike above Gerry because when reversed Gerry was too focused on being careful. Mike straddles his hips, tipping his head up to kiss him deeper.

Mike starts unzipping his trousers, and Gerry follows suite. Once they're stripped down, Gerry carefully brings his hand to wrap around Mike's cock. He could control how burning it was, but he needed to focus, right now it was a pleasurable sting. He slowly pumps his hand up and down, revelling in the moans Mike releases. Mike's hand slips into Gerry's pocket, pulling out his lighter. 

Mike braces himself on 1 arm, flicking the lighter on, he brings it to the skin on Gerry's neck and lets the flame char the delicate pale skin, Gerry moans, loud and pleasurable.

"Fuck, Mike"

He murmurs, his other hand resting on Mike's back to pull him closer. Mike tips his head back as Gerry brushes his thumb iver the head of his cock, that burn adding another layer of beauty to the touch.

"Jesus can we?"

Mike laughs, Gerry nods with a hum. Mike drops the lighter and Gerry removes his hand, rubbing the burn mark with a sharp inhale and a moan. Mike gets some lube from the side table and gets his cock civered in it, putting a bit on Gerry's rim before he starts to press in. Gerry scrunches the sheets of the bed, arching up a little, Mike slips a hand under his tank top to rub at his waist comfortingly, drawing another moan from him.

Gerry was so warm around Mikes cock, it wasn't scolding, but he couldn't confidently say it wasn't burning, it nevrr left a burn at least, Gerry's cum on the other hand...well they had learnt the hard way why Gerry gets to be on the receiving end, not that Mike minded. 

Mike starts moving in and out slowly, getting the lighter and bringing it to scortch at Gerry's waist. 

"Shit- Shit Mike"

Gerry swears as he gets closer and closer down to Gerry's cock, over his abdomen, following his happy trail. Then the flame jumps to the shaft of his cock and draws a line befor eflickering out as Gerry moans and wails in pain and pleasure, arching his back and biting his lip. Mike kweps thrusting in and out of him, feeling Gerry tighten around him.

"Again?"

He pants, sensing Gerry was close to coming, and so was Mike. Gerry nods and Mike flicks the lighter open, kissing Gerry before he presses the light to shaft again and slowly up to just befire his head. Gerry throws his head back, arching and tensing and moaning so loudly. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

He yells. Mike kisses him again, his saliva near boiling point as he tips over the edge. Gerry cums, most of it landing on himself but scortching drops land on Mike, aending thrills of pain through him, Mike's arms shakw, only not collapsing because the pool of cum on Gerry would seriously injure him. Mike arches his back and finishes deep inside Gerry, his warm tight ass imdiantly bringing the cum to boiling point sending more pain to both of them.

Gerry grabs some tissues next to Mike's bed to clean off the cum then he clothes himself a bit more so Mike can flop down onto him, pulling him out. Mike whines as he collapses into Gerry's strong and very very warm arms.

"..you all good?"

Gerry asks nervously, Mike nods silently into his shoulder, completely fucked out.

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Gerry banged at Mike's door, violent and impatient, he couldn't tell if he was shaking with fear, pain, anger or upset.

When Mike opened the door, Gerry decided it was want. He lunges at Mike and pulls him by his shirt for a rough and forceful kiss. Mike imdiantly notices the stink of cigs on Gerry's body, breath and tongue, he'd clearly smoked at least a pack on the way here. His grip on Mike was tight to near painful, and he was moving faster than usual as they kissed almost violently, Gerry pushes his way into Mike's apartment, kicking the door shut with force. He was clearly stressed or pissed off.

"Gerard- why are you here?? What's wr-"

Mike tries to question, but Gerry cuts him off with another kiss, he tasted of ash, whiskey and blood.

"I'm not in the mood for words Mike"

He whispers—almost like a threat—against Mike's ear, nipping at his neck. Mike shudders a little, frozen for a second, trying to pick a reaction. He smirks deviously, putting arms around Gerry's neck as they kiss.

"What about these words?"

Mike asks, pulling him down a bit and going on his tip toes to lean up and whisper some hot and filthy praise. Gerry squirms a little against Mike's leg, kissing him.

"I want to rip you apart"

Gerry whispers with a grovel to his tone. Mike smiles, Gerry apparently decides he's done waiting for Mike to initiate movement, so he picks Mike up Koala style and kisses him, walking to Mike's room.

He throws Mike on the bed, not bothering to turn on the light. Gerry shrugs his coat off, toeing his boots off too. Mike turns the light on and Gerry snaps to look at him, eyes wild and dangerous, he looked worse than the few times he'd literally killed people. The last thing Gerry needed right now was the judgement of light, he didn't want Mike to look at him, not to mention how bright the light was.

"Don't."

He orders, Mike's eyes flicker to the bloody stains and cuts spotting Gerry's clothes and exposed skin. Mike turns the lamp off silently, not looking away. Gerry ties his hair up in a ponytail and rips his shirt over his head, only in his binder and jeans now.

He walks over to Mike who was staring in fear and worry, he kneels between Mike's legs, spreading them apart and unzipping him. Mike cups his cheak which Gerry flinches at, hitting his hand away strongly. He looks up at Mike, anger daring to blaze over for a moment before guilt creeps in and dampens the flame.

"Gerry-"

Mike tries to start, but gets cut off.

" 'm sorry."

He says, moving back to unzip Mike.

"Gerry no I'm not mad, I'm worrie-"

"Mike! ....please, stop.. I just- I need this right now."

He says, staring at Mike's zipper, but Mike can see his trembling lip and the tears trickling down his cheaks from the light let in by the door. Gerry's hands fist the fabric on the bed, his body shaking. Mike notices the mess of cuts on Gerry's wrist, the blooming black eye, the traces of makeup wiped off. He brings his hand back to cup Gerry's face, Gerry flinches, but doesn't hit him this time, melting into the touch.

"ok"

Mike utters, quiet and gentle. Gerry reaches up and pulls him into a softer kiss, Mike moves his thumbs to wipe the tears away. Gerry finally unzips Mike after 3 tries, he gets his jeans off, followed by his boxers.

Gerry rubs at the skin on Mike's soft thighs, biting his lip- whether it was to keep tears back or cus he was horny, Mike didn't know.

Gerry leans down, kissing his inner thigh, biting a little at the soft and sensitive skin. Mike puts a hand on Gerry's head, petting his head gently. Gerry moves to Mike's cock, still not fully hard due to the worry, he licks at the tip, playing with Mike's balls lightly as he worked him up. Mike sighs, leaning back a little.

"Mhm fuck you're good at that."

He murmurs, Gerry lets out a muffled and quiet sound, it didn't seem like a moan, it sounded like a cry, and sure enough a second or 2 later a tear hit Mike's skin. Gerry licks a strip up his cock, digging his nails into Mike's thighs.

Gerry slides down Mike's cock, cheeks hollow as he takes him fully with a gag and another sob-like sound. Mike tries to decide if he should question it, but at the same time Gerry had told him this is what he needed right now.

It was hard to think clearly with his hot goth boyfriend giving him a blow job, but Mike tried none the less. He thought about what he knew; Gerry was upset, he had smoked alot and drank something, he was beat up and had self harmed at some point in the last 2 days, he cried when Mike praised him.....Mary—as usual—Mary. 

"Such a good boy for me.."

Mike praises as Gerry starts to move up and down his cock, choking and gagging lightly.

"Trying so hard even though it hurts, like you always do, so considerant and go~od"

Mike moans the last bit, voice shaking and getting a little breathy as Gerry did something-. More tears streamed, Gerry's shoulders bobbing a little bit as vibrations from cries buzzed at Mike's dick.

"Such a good perfect boy- my perfect boy. So good, that if it weren't for my perfect boy's objections, I would go and throw anyone who would dare hurt him into the vast- I'd kill that witch myself so she could never hurt him again."

Mike mutters, voice growing bitter with anger. Gerry whimpers on his cock, now fully crying, Mike really felt like he should check on him, this felt wrong.

"Could my good boy put his hand on my waist if this is truely helping?"

He asks, Gerry moves his hand to spftly hold at the spot just under his ribs that felt sensitve to Mike. Mike takes a breath, both from pleasure and to calm his nervs, he didn't want to just do this cus it felt good, but it did seem like this was helping...he decides to continue and if it didn't help then he knew for next time and he wa spretty sure he had some weed in his side drawer.

Gerey continues to bob up and down on his dick, gagging a fair bit, Mike couldn't tell if he could control it and did it more because it turned Gerry on, or if his gag reflex was just like that. Gerry's hand lands on the hand Mike had on his head, scrunching at his own hair, Mike cautiously tightens his grip, unsure if Gerry wanted this tonight.

"Like this?"

In return he gets a hum in agreement. Mike tightens his grip, testing shoving Gerry down a little, still careful.

"That ok"

He asks, recieving another hum of agreement. He begins to very cautiously fuck Gerry's head, getting a little rougher when Gerry brought his hand back up to guide him. Mike was getting really close to his edge, throwing his head back and sluring out praise as Gerry.

Gerry looks up to Mike, smirking around his cock, blinking slow and fucked out up at him. With that Mike cries out Gerry's name as he slams his head down harshly and cums down his throat. Gerry swallows him down obediently.

When Mike lifts his head off his dick, Gerry barely gives him a moment to breath before his straddling Mike's bare lap while still in his jeans. He kisses Mike roughly, grinding down on him a little, the stimulation by now was a little painful, but Mike was nothing if not a sadist, and this did seem to be helping Gerry. Gerry moves to bite and kiss at his neck, bringing a hand to pull the hair tie out of his hair and shoves Mike's hand into it.

After a couple moments of making out and grinding down, Mike can tell Gerry was getting close, he was starting to get warmer, short gasps bursting from him as he ground down faster and rougher, Mike was hard against his ass as he squirmed and wriggled. 

"Fuck Gerry"

He curses quietly. 

"Please tell me I'm good"

Gerry asks quietly, arms wrapped around Mike's neck, his head hanging over Mike's shoulder.

"You are so fucking good."

Mike confirms, Gerry whimpers, biting his lip, his hips start jutter as he lets out a trail of higher and higher hums, before he stops and jerks forward with a chocked groan. Mike feels the wet spot on Gerry's jeans appear.

"F~uck"

Gerry moans, slumping against Mike.

"You're so good, such a good boy"

Mike whispers, taking his hand and pumping his cock, not far from finishing after that show.

"Come on my jeans"

Gerry whispers, nuzzling against the crook between Mike's neck and shoulder. Mike doesn't need further instructions from there, cum smearing on the ass of Gerry's jeans. 

The 2 collapse backwards onto the bed, lying there, panting in eachothers arms.

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After Mary had died (again) Gerry couldn't feel at home, even after Mary was gone, ghosts still walked the halls. He decided to clean the place up, and if he still couldn't feel neutral in the house then he'd probably sell it. 

So right now he was organising the books and trinkets into the front rooms shelves and sweeping up all the dirt and broken glass and shit. During the day he mainly worked on the front area. He had taken the sign saying they were only for appointment down, selling the normal books, the antiques and even some of his paintings, in fact he had mostly only sold his paintings. It made him feel great, but it meant he had a bunch of old useless books. He hears the bell ring from the main room, picking up the box and bringing it into the main floor.

"Hiya, just give me 1 sec"

He greets, popping the box on the top shelf to make shelving easier. The moment he turns around he's pushed up against the bookshelf. Pale hands firmly on his waist as he's pulled into a rough kiss. For a moment Gerry panics before realising it was Mike.

"You look so fucking hot"

Mike murmurs pulling him somehow closer. 

"We should close the door"

Gerry manages to say between kisses.

"How about behind a shelf"

Mike compromises, hand grabbing his ass.

"Good with me"

Gerry agrees, letting Mike basically pick him up and shuffle him behind the shelf. Mike moves to kiss his neck roughly, his knee pressing up against Gerry.

"Mike I don't think I'm gonna be too up for much today"

Gerry says quietly, hand on Mike's ass.

"Doesn't matter, I just need you- can I eat you out?"

Mike kisses him rougher this time, Gerry nods, sighing like a moan. Mike slides down to the ground, pulling Gerry down with him. Gerry leans back against the shelf as Mike hastily unzips him.

"You ok dude?"

Gerry asks with an amused smile as he practically rips his jeans off like a man who'd never eaten.

"Oh shush!"

Mike shuts down with a smirk, going straight down on him. Gerry moans, head leaning back as he cards his hand through Mike's hair. He laps a Gerry's T dick, taking him in his mouth, Gerry's head tips back further, moaning louder.

"You are so handsome"

Mike whispers against his thigh, Gerry sighs as Mike licks over his folds. Mike laps at Gerry's dripping cunt, licking into him deep.

"Fuck keep doing that, shit man- shit"

Gerry curses, his cheaks flush as his head lulls to the side, he bites his wrist as a string of moans are pulled from his lips. Gerry pushes his head down further, he could feel himself getitng closer and closer to the edge.

Gerry's thighs tighten around his head, his hand pulling at the hair. Gerry's other hadnd comes down to the floor to keep him up right as he arches his back. Just as Gerry falls over the edge he hears the bell ring.

"Hello is anyone th-"

A voice asks from the main room.

"God go away- shit Mike"

Gerry yells, half a moan half a really good try at intimidation. They hear the door close and Mike laps up every drop. Gerry slumps against the wall, pleasure and fatigue making him dizzy. Mike sits next to Gerry pulling him into a kiss.

"If some fucker comes in here trying to get the number of the 'hot goth painter in pinholes', what do you tell them?"

Mike asks, holding a fist of his shirt to keep him close.

"Is this why you're so worked up?"

Gerdy laughs, Mike pulls him closer, grasp getitng firmer and a dangerous glint entering his eyes.

"I saw I've got a hot boyfriend unless they got lots of money and- I can't believe I'm a kinda known artist."

Gerry cuts off, looking away from Mike with a dopey smile. Mike pulls his shirt tighter.

"Ok- ok- I tell them I've got a hot boyfriend."

Gerry assures, Mike smiles and kisses him.

"What I thought."

Mike confirms with a ruffle of the hair.

"You're a jealous little thing."

Gerry laughs.

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Storms were always hard in many ways for Gerry and Mike. Mike had lived with a deathly phobia of them for the greater part of his life now, and now he served the god of sky. Gerry had spent his childhood fearing the rain because with the rain came the freezing cold and the sudden loudness of thunder and the deepened fear of pissing mum off, she loved sending him to sleep rough in a storm.

But now they were free, there was no spiral of lightning chasing Mike and now he was the sky people feared. There was no Mary Keay who'd send him to sleep rough, and the house was always warm. That didn't change the shriek Gerry would produce of the sudden clash from the heavens, which Mike would tease at until the lightning followed and he jumped like a cartoon character into Gerry's arms.

If there was anything the 2 of them were though, it was freaks. Mike was an avatar of the vast, which meant being scared of storms was a confusing fait, one he kinda got a boner for. And Gerry just vote turned on by fear in general, it's how they started messing around together after all.

So when the thunder clashed and Gerry jolted and shook, then the lightning slashed and Mike jumped and jittered, they already knew what would follow. 

It wasn't imdiante, Gerry was painting a comission work, and Mike was trying to prove he was less of a scaredy cat after another arguement over strength this morning. They last about 15 minutes before Mike was bobbing his knee and desperately trying to ignore his stupid fight or flight response. Gerry wasn't fairing much better, he kept zoning out, he was finding it hard to paint with how much his hands shuck and how much he couldn't stay focused. And the were both finding something else hard too.

"Ok fine you win! Can we just go fuck now???"

Mike finally relents, Gerry jolts back to reality and looks to Mike with a little confusion.

"This was a competition?"

He queries, Mike groans with frustration getting up and storming over to Gerry, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room. They get to the bedroom, Mike kicks the door closed behind them and matches Gerry in stripping down.

"Light on or off?"

Gerry asks, fighting his binder to get over his head.

"Off"

Mike instructs, usually with storms it was a battle between seeing his scar and seeing the ligthning light up outside, most of the time fear of the lightning won out for Mike. Lightning strikes as soon as Gerry turns the lamp off and Mike jumps, pnaicking for a moment.

"Nevermind-nevermind! Light on, light on!!"

Mike decides, Gerry turns the light on, grabbing lube and condoms from the drawer. Mike walks over and is taken into a gentle kiss by Gerry, their dynamic worked almost seemlessly on nights like these.

Ususally Gerry liked being thrown around and Mike liked throwing him around. When Mike was buzzed up, he just wanted the destraction and to feel a bit more taken care of after years of no one getting his fear and no one comforting him over it. For Gerry being the one in control felt safer, he hated the thunder cus it was loud and sudden, but also because it reminded him of all the loud and sudden and meanness he had to put up with, taking care of Mike let him be the one in charge, and in turn it let him not be surprised.

"Do you want me to suck you off?"

Gerry asks as Mike strays from the kiss slightly to get a look at the window. Mike doesn't reply, watching the closed curtains with fearful eyes.

"Mike?"

Gerry speaks softly, moving his chin to look back at him with a finger hooked under his chin. Gerry could almost hear their hearts beating.

"Mhm- yea, please"

Mike agrees, nodding, like this he seemed a completely different person, quiet and reserved and mousy.

Gerry moves him to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling between his legs, peppering kisses to his inner thigh, one hand holding Mike's hand and the other thubbing at the head of Mike's cock. Mike sighs, running a hand through his blonde locks as stress slowly slips from him. 

Gerry moves to kiss up his shaft, his thumb moving down to play with Mike's balls as Gerry kisses his way up to his tip. When he gets to the tip he kisses it, swishing Mikes head in his mouth. Gerry licks up Mike's shaft before finally taking him in, his hand moves to hold Mike's thigh. 

Mike groans low and deep, hand in Gerry's hair softly, Gerry moans on his cock when it hits the back of his throat, vibrations going up Mike's body. 

"Fuck Ger, fuck"

Mike murmurs, Gerry lifts most of the way off his cock before slamming back down, gagging this time. He starts moving up and down with something of a rhythm. 

It was unfortunate timing that when Mike's hand tightened in Gerry's hair, simultaneously thunder called out and the 2 senses mixed together, flashing a memory of mum grabbing his hair while yelling. Gerry flinches at the punch the echoes from the past and bites down. Mike shreiks and pulls Gerry off his cock by the hair, deep and painful ache blooming. Gerry scrambles backwards, his heart was beating so fast he worried it was a heart attack for a moment. He sat ong the floor, braced up by his arms as he began to hyperventilate, a millon more memories flashing before his eyes as he spiraled quickly.

"Gerry, Gerry you're ok"

Mike calls from beside him now, Gerry covers his ears, trying to block the noise out. He shuck near violently as the ripples of painful bruises on his ribs—long healed—had him convulsing, his voice hoarse and raspy from screaming matches—long lost. Mike moves his hand across Gerry's vision, lacing his fingers between Gerry's to initiate some touch before pulling him in for a hug. Gerry starts to calm down, his heart slowing from a rabbits race to a gentler thumping. 

They sit there for a couple minutes, trying to ignore what wasn't eachotjers breahting a skin.

"All good?"

Mike asks softly after a while of silence. Gerry nods, taking 1 final breath.

"Sorry"

He replies quietly, Mike simply smiles and brushes his dark hair behind his ear.

"My dick really hurt"

He says as if it was an assuring statement like 'don't be' or 'you never need to be', while looking Gerry in the eyes. Gerry laughs, moving off of Mike's lap, there on his dick was a red mark- though he was still hard.

"I mean...you are still hard, got something you wanna tell me."

Gerry jokes cheekily.

"Bite my cock again Keay, and I swear I'll rip a peircing out."

Mike warns with a smirk and dangerous spark in the eye.

"Maybe I'm still hard, because my you're just hot"

Mike adds, kissing Gerry.

"You still wanna fuck?"

Gerry asks, only a little surprised because honestly he didn't expect much better from Mike.

"Only once your teeth are no where near my junk."

Mike replies with a nod and a scared smile (😃). Gerry laughs a little and agrees, they get back up onto the bed, Mike beneath him. 

Gerry straddles Mike's stomach, he leans down and kisses him to fix the mood. Gerry takes Mike's hand and guides it to his wetish cunt, he had been full going, but had understandably been thrown by the mini panic attack. Mike presses a finger into him, followed by a second while Gerry thumbs at Mike's tip. 

They moan into eachothers lips, the world closing in to just be eachother again, a distraction from the outside. Gerry keens when Mike hits his spot just right, urgently moving Mike's hand out when he realised he was closer than he ought to be. 

Mike passes the lube which Gerry msmeers over Mike's cock before lining himself up with Mike. Gerry sinks down his length in one movement, taking a moment to pant at how deep in he reached. 

Not long after, Gerry starts moving on Mike's cock. Mike brings a hand to Gerry's throbbing clit, thumbing the head and reveling in the string of moans and gasps it pulls from Gerry. Then Mike realises something,

"Shit Ger I didn't put a condom on"

Mike states, with a bit of worry.

"It's- fuck it's fine- just pull out before you fin-ish"

Gerry replies, biting his lip as he got more and more worked up. Mike was too blissed to really argue so he just tries to keep it at the forefront of his mind. 

Gerry's hips jutter as his rhythm gets sloppy, the warmth pooling in his stomach reaching a fever pitch. He tips of the edge with a string of half baked curses, tensing around Mike, eyes rolling back as he continued to try and slam down on Mike's cock. 

Mike's stomach flips as Gerry tenses around him, spilling over, deep inside Gerry. He arches up, skin going sensitive and brain fuzzy.

Gerry drops down on him, panting and occasionally moaning quietly. After a moment or 2 his jolt open with sudden realisation.

"Did you finish??"

He asks Mike with alarm, Mike stares at him with a fucked out expression for a moment, then his eyes open with horror. Gerry gets off of Mike's cock, sitting back across from him as Mike's seed leaks out of him. Gerry stares in slight fear, knowing it was so unlikely anything would happen as his family was riddled with fertility issues and he had been on T without a period for years now.

Mike however...Mike stares with lust, his cock getting hard as he watches his cum leak out of Gerry, it stirs something inside him, something he'd never even known about before.

"Can I eat you out?"

Mike asks, voice laced with urge and want, eyes not breaking away from the picture. Gerry finds himself surprised at the face Mike's making, he laughs but he's not about to turn him down now is he?

"Sure, just don't bite me"

He jokes. Mike doesnt reply, imdiantly moving to the side of the bed and swinging Gerry's legs to hang off the side. He buries his head between Gerry's lips with no further action.

Tasting himself in Gerry was a new and fucking glorious experience, he places one hand on Gerry's thigh, the other reaching down to jerk himself off. Gerry moans low and deep and pleasureful, tipping his head back as it turned into a whimper from overstimulation. 

"Fuck Mike"

He cried, bucking his hips up. Already he felt himself getting close- not even a minute into the most frenzied oral he'd ever received. Mike was moving his mouth in ways Gerry had never felt him do before, moaning from his own hand into Gerry's gapping hole. 

Mike's body was moving from how fast he was jerking himself, only causing more stimulation to Gerry.

"Fuck Gerry, fuck-fuck-fuck"

Mike curses, spilling over the edge, dirtying the side of the bed. Gerry presses Mike in deeper, collapsing onto the bed as his second orgasim wrecked through him. Tears stream down the sides of his face as he arches high and moans high like a pornstar. Mike laps up every drop of him, moving up to kiss Gerry and hold him tight as Gerry comes down. He lies there panting, limbs all gooey.

"Fuck"

He says after a while, Mike laughs, the 2 of them still panting.

"Yea"

He agrees.