I pray he can feel my blood on his hands even when he's miles away.
Mikey was a freak, there was no other way around it.
He didn't know why he was scared, he'd already been cutting for months.
But it wasn't just the cutting that made him a freak, it was how it made him feel, the stuff he'd think about. Shamefully (ifitreallywasshamefulhedfuckinstop), Mikey dragged the blade against his thigh again, thinking of his big bro's large, cold hands holding the blade with an embarassing moan.
He fingered the shallow cut as red blood filled the white insides and spilled onto his fingers.
Gerard was fingering his cut now, lapping up the blood on his fingers afterwards.
Mikey slashed into his pale skin a few more times, creating bigger and bigger cuts.
Gerard was getting more aggressive now, cutting deeper and deeper, ripping into his fragile little brother's skin like a feral animal. He needed to get inside, he needed to burrow into him.
Mikey sighed, grabbed a tissue, and began to wipe the blood off his skinny thigh; it quickly bled through and stained his fingers even more with the sticky, metallic-smelling liquid.
Gerard grabbed a crumpled tissue out of his pocket, probably smeared with his own jizz and roughly wiped at the cuts with a smirk before tossing it to the floor. He roughly grabbed Mikey, beginning to pepper his neck with kisses..
Mikey could feel pre-cum leaking off his tip already, shit, was he really gonna cum off cutting and thinking of his brother doing it alone? He unbuckled his belt with one shaky hand then shoved his hand into his boxers roughly, starting to rub his aching dick.
Gerard had reached his dick now, he grunted as he jerked his little bro off. It was rough and dirty, careless and without much of a warning but Mikey loved it.
This is just the way Gerard showed his love to Mikey.
With that final thought, a burst of cum spewed out of his spent cock. It was embarassing how thoughts alone brought him over halfway there.
Everything was so miserable when Gerard was away.
