#cubiclesverse

[deaddovemars]

Frank: nice pants

Mikey: thanks

Gerard: bet they would look even better on Frankie's floor

Frank: Are you hitting on your brother... for me?

[deaddovemars]

Pete: Mikey, do you have a moment?

Mikey: NO, I'm very busy, I don't want to go for a ride on your motorcycle.

Pete: Well, that wasn't what I was going to ask, actually.

Mikey: What do you want then?

Pete: Uhhh....something... work-related?

Mikey: What department is this?

Pete: Sorry?

Mikey: Well, if it's work-related, then obviously you'll know what department this is. What department is this?

*Pete glances at Frank and Gerard*

Pete: Some sort of... homosexual department?

[deaddovemars]

I Think I'll Die Alone (Cubiclesverse)

Excerpt from my new WIP fraycest fic (but this also has the potential of being polymcr). This is the opening scene which is Frank's wet dream about the head of HR and his brother, who works just two cubes down from Frankie.

Chapter One: Two Cubes Down

The desk shakes and scrapes against the floor. Each thrust shifting the computer and papers and whatever other clutter had gathered on the surface. Gerard grips the edge of the wooden desktop, it equally digging into his soft palms as it does on his bare thighs. He gasps as one strong hand squeezes around the side of his throat and the other on his soft waist.  His dick is smashed between the unforgiving wood and his own stomach with a harsh friction that hurts so good. Gerard’s legs shake, his toes curl, and he moans wantonly; the dark office fills with grunting and shifting of the desk.

“That’s it, Gee,” Mikey’s voice purrs into Gerard’s ear. He knocks his head into Mikey’s and is shocked with ecstasy when his temple connects with thick plastic. Mikey was still wearing his glasses. “You’re taking me so well.”

“Ah, fuck-” Gerard let out a strangled moan from the praise. His entire body shuddering under his brother. He could feel Mikey’s calloused fingers pressing into his jugular. “Mikey!”

Gerard's cum streaks across the desk and his own stomach. His dick aches from the pressure and twitches as it’s brutally rubbed into the hard surface. Mikey never letting up on his speed. It isn’t until Mikey comes to a stuttering halt, groaning, that he pulls out of Gerard and lays his body flat on his brother’s back. They breathe in unison, short and raspy. I love you, I love you, I love you. Over and over they whisper and murmur, barely comprehensible to the others ears.

[deaddovemars]

Frankie: Gee and I understand each other's love languages. His love language is us spending the night watching this show about an australian man who lives in a porta potty.

Gerard: he means doctor who.