Mikey sneaks into his brother's room late at night after he comes home drunk and passes out. He's sweating in his sleep and smells like he just had sex. It's really not fair. Gerard can go out and sleep with whoever he wants while teasing Mikey all day, acting like he doesn't even notice. Everything Gerard does makes Mikey feel hot. Even the way he smells after not showering for two weeks, maybe especially that. Mikey crawls into his bed and pulls Gerard's covers off him. Gerard fusses a little, and Mikey freezes for a second before realizing he’s not waking up. He buries his face into his neck.
Gerard is naked, he always sleeps naked. It’s not fair. It’s so not fair. He’s sliding his pajama pants down to his ankles and rubbing, poking, and prodding at his brother’s soft body. Gerard can go fuck who he wants, but Mikey knows. He knows it will always be him, even when it's not. He strokes his cock slowly, staring down at his drooling brother. Always a tease. He doesn’t even fucking know it. Caressing and prodding turned to plastering himself all over Gerard's body. It’s hot in the basement. They’re both sweating.
Mikey’s panting and Gerard’s snoring. Even if he’ll never know, Mikey has to mark his brother in some way. He’s like a man possessed. Rubbing his cock all over his body and face. This is Mikey's biweekly ritual. It’s a wonder how Gerard’s skin is still so clear. He doesn’t even need to get off. He just needs to leave his mark.
He’s so caught up in rubbing against his brother like a cat that he doesn’t even notice him starting to stir. Gerard started to mumble something, and that snapped him out of it. He scrambles to pull up his pants and slip next to his brother before pulling the blanket back up around both of them. With all the commotion, Gerard grumbles again and finally opens his eyes, “Mikes?”
Mikey hums quietly before wrapping his arms around him. Gerard stiffens.
“Fuck, Mikey, I’m naked!” He squeaks and tries to scoot away.
“Doesn’t matter, I have pants on.” Mikey pulls him closer.
Gerard sighs frustratedly. “Nightmare?”
“Yeah, nightmares,” Mikey mutters into his neck.
