Nobody loves waycest shower sex more than me and that’s a fact.
Everyone is aware of the patented ‘Way Stench’, it was especially bad in the early days of the band. You could tell exactly which rooms the two of them had been in just by if you could smell them. They’re much better at keeping clean now, but touring for the black parade has them exhausted and drained on every hotel night.
It’s after a long show in the hot summer evening heat that Frank finally has enough and tells both of them that they need to shower tonight or else he’s gonna do something drastic. Retreating to their hotel room it becomes an argument about who’s gonna shower first.
“You do it Gerard, seriously you smell the worst!” Mikey points out kicking his shoes off and trying to avoid the mess Gerard has already made of the hotel room while searching for a clean pair of underwear.
“No way! If I shower first you’re just gonna fall asleep” Gerard countered.
They hiss and bicker with each other for a moment, it’s mostly lighthearted, neither of them want to go first. That is until Gerard has a great idea. Mikey can tell because his eyebrows raise and his smile shows off his sharp little teeth.
“What if we showered at the same time?” He suggests, and Mikey quickly agrees, it’s just like when they were kids, covered in dirt and being forced into the tub by their mom so they aren’t ruining the nice carpets again.
That’s how they end up in the almost claustrophobic hotel shower. It’s one thing to agree to the idea of showering with your brother, but it’s anything thing when he’s right in front of you wet, naked and flushed from the heat of the water.
For Gerard he knows he’s fucked as soon as Mikey wets his hair and the eyeliner he was wearing starts to smudge a little bit. He feels himself flush, how did the little brother he grew up with turn into a man so quickly? Let alone a man with a firm warm body that brushed against Gerard smoothly anytime either of them moved.
For Mikey, he knows he’s fucked when Gerard’s platinum hair gets wet and he can see the dark roots peeking out, he reaches out to touch it finding Gerard’s hair surprisingly silky despite the fact it’s been bleached to shit. Gerard looks at him, soft face flushed and almost shy. Mikey tugs on the short blond strands caught in his fingers and watches mesmerized by the way Gerard’s eyes roll black a little bit and how he says “ow” but it sounds like a moan.
It reaches a head when Gerard turns around to pulls out the body wash, it’s been getting hotter in the shower despite the water temperature staying the same(he checked because he feels lightheaded). Gerard lathers it in his hands, feeling Mikey’s eyes on him. He turns to Mikey and begins to rub the soap on his brothers hot skin.
“What are you doing..” Mikey asks, Gerard doesn’t know how to answer that question, blinking up at his brother through the cascade of water. Despite the shower his mouth feels dry.
“Washing you..” he says, even as his hands drift down, past Mikey’s sides and core and to the hard cock he felt brush against him when he turned around. At first contact Mikey groans, Gerard shivers because that’s the hottest dirtiest noise he’s ever heard.
Gerard crowds against his brother then, the water hitting his back now, allowing him to see Mikey’s face twisted in the heavy steam. He takes both of them into his soapy hand. Letting the suds and the dampness of their skin be the only lube. It leads to a grip that is slippery and has them both crying out. Mikey fucks his fist, their cocks rubbing together providing sweet friction. They don’t say anything, at first. Then they don’t say anything because Mikey has yanked Gerard by his short hair and is suffocating him in a kiss that’s wet and messy.
Gerard moans against Mikey’s mouth. The purple toning conditioner forgotten in his hair as he speeds up his pace with his hips, twists his wrist for some variation and try’s not to come too soon.
Mikey is taking what he wants from Gerard’s mouth while frantically bucking up into his grip, the steam has clouded up the glass of the shower they’re in. Everytime he yanks Gerard’s hair he feels his brothers body twitch against him. They’re slumped against each other, skin on skin. The room sounds obscene a mix of the rushing water, panting breathy moans Gerard keeps letting out and the slick sound of them rubbing against each other.
Gerard breaks their kiss when Mikey’s hand joins his, gripping each other and tightening, providing an edge to the friction. Gerard’s mouth can’t stop moving though, settling on Mikey’s neck and trying to suck the water off of his skin. It’s Mikey’s turn to groan out now, hips stuttering before thrusting erratically and hard. He milks his climax, feeling Gerard follow suit and bite down harshly on his shoulder.
The two of them sink to the floor of the shower breathing heavily to catch their breath. Mikey speaks first.
“That’s gonna leave a mark” he comments as Gerard traces the impressions of his teeth on Mikey’s pale skin. Gerard hums, nosing against the other side of Mikey’s neck now, his skin smells clean but not like soap, just a scent that’s uniquely Mikey.
“Good thing your uniform has a high neckline” That gets him a tug on his hair to which he laughs.
By the time they can stand again the water is cold and Gerard bitches enough that they leave without properly washing off much to their rythme guitarists dismay. However they surprise Frank on the next hotel night when the ways rush off to their hotel room to take a shower.