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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Gerard_Way/Mikey_Way
  Character:
      Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Shaving, Always-a-girl!Mikey, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot
  Series:
      Part 2 of aag!Mikey
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-11 Words: 3823
****** How it Feels to be Inside You ******
by mokuyoubi
Summary
     Gerard wants to really go all the way for his dress-like-a-girl
     experiment, and Mikey's more than happy to help him with the shaving
     part.
Mikey dips the razor in the basin of soapy water and frowns. “I don't think
this is going to work,” she says.
Gerard peeks down at his leg, at the single thin strip of smooth skin running
from ankle to knee. “What's wrong?” He could just wear pants and still probably
pull it off. Or maybe some really thick leggings. But social experimentation
aside, he's always liked the silky feel of Mikey's legs against the palm of his
hand, and this isn't the first time he's thought about shaving himself.
Mikey shrugs. “Your legs are too dry. You're gonna get razor burn. Besides,
there is way too much hair here. We'd have to get fresh water about a billion
times,” she says blandly.
“Sorry,” Gerard says, self-consciously drawing his legs closer.
Mikey rolls her eyes and tugs on his ankle, pulling it into her lap. Their
mother comes out the front door, pausing in the middle of drawing it shut to
stare at them. “Should I even ask?” she says.
“Gee's leading the social revolution,” Mikey mutters.
“By shaving his legs?” Donna asks, but she's got this look on her face that
Gerard knows means at least they're doing it outside.
Gerard flaps a hand at Mikey and turns his sincerest face on their mother.
“It's for my gender studies class. I'm going to go around as a woman for a day
and see what's different, then write about it for my final paper.”
Donna pats him fondly on the head as she goes down the stairs. “Well, you're
certainly pretty enough to pass. Just so long as you're not using my good
razor,” she says.
“Where are you going?” Mikey asks, voice casual.
“I picked up a shift from Trisha. I should be home by ten, but we might go out
after. I left a blank check on the fridge if you wanna order pizza.”
They watch her go, getting in her car and waving as she backs out of the drive.
Mikey bites her lip until the car is out of sight. She glances up at Gerard.
“You know, it'd probably be easier if we did it in the shower.”
Gerard flexes his foot, toes wiggling. Mikey's looking at him over the top of
her glasses, an unspoken promise in her expression.
It's not like their mom would ever notice anyway, but there are certain lines
that neither Gerard nor Mikey want to cross. Doing anything other than what is
perfectly acceptable for siblings to do while either of their parents is home
and awake is definitely a no. But their father is at a poker game until the
early hours of morning, and now that their mom is gone, they've got the whole
evening stretching out ahead of them.
They sort of make a mess in their scramble to get inside, spilling dirty water
all over the front stoop and down Mikey's jeans. She just wrinkles her nose and
wriggles out of them as soon as the front door is closed behind them, standing
in their living room in her tiny blue tanga-cut panties. Gerard wants to take a
minute to appreciate the view, but Mikey's already half-way to the basement and
he hurries to catch up.
By the time Gerard gets downstairs, Mikey's already got the water running,
testing the temperature with her hand. She's shrugged off her shirt as well,
and her bra, a faded red and black plaid, doesn't match with her underwear.
Gerard personally finds it a lot hotter than the Victoria's Secret look, but
he's willing to concede that he's a weirdo.
“Come on,” Mikey says, impatient. She draws the stopper to turn on the shower
and glances at him over her shoulder, flicking hair out of her eyes. “Gerard.
Clothes.”
Gerard realises he's staring and jumps into action, shucking his clothes and
leaving them in a messy pile in the corner behind the door. He steps into the
tub without checking the temperature, but Mikey's made it just right, anyway.
It makes him smile at her, but she's not paying any attention, going through a
bunch of bottles under the sink.
“Why do we even have this shit?” she asks, turning a bottle for him to see. “I
don't think I've ever even seen the inside of a Bath and Body Works.”
“It smells nice,” Gerard says defensively, and Mikey gives him a sharp grin as
if a thought has just occurred to her.
“You didn't buy it for me, did you?”
Gerard snorts. “Give me some credit. I know better than that,” he says.
Mikey snaps open the top, pouring a handful of bodywash into her palm and
working it into a lather. They've never showered together or anything, and it's
sort of weird when she starts rubbing her hands up down his leg. Once he's
covered in soapy suds from ankle to mid-thigh, she picks up the razor again.
Gerard braces his foot on the lip of the tub and Mikey gets up on her knees,
leaning in just a little as she begins to drag the blade up his leg in one
smooth, quick movement. This is why Gerard asked for her help in the first
place. He's pretty sure left to his own devises he'd end up bleeding to death
in the shower, but Mikey makes it look easy.
She makes quick work of it, completing one strip, running the blade under the
stream of water, then repeating the process, now and then rinsing Gerard's leg
and relathering the skin. Gerard likes the look of concentration on her face
whenever she gets to his knee, carefully drawing over bone and dipping into all
the shallow crevices. He sort of wonders what she looks like when she's shaving
herself, and then he wonders why he's never thought to watch, before.
The thing is, Gerard really is just doing this for class, because he's not
about doing anything half-hearted (well, not anything that interests him,
anyway). But as he watches more and more pale skin revealed, he has to admit
that he likes the way he looks. He's never thought about it much, and it's
never minded him when Mikey goes days, or sometimes weeks without shaving, her
hair growing soft and fine, but the process of going from hairy to hairless is
really cool to see.
Plus it feels...well, it feels strange, to be honest, not like shaving his
face. Shaving his face is just something he does, perfunctorily. He doesn't
really think about it, except for the blossom of pain when he occasionally
nicks himself. This feels almost like becoming clean, taking off an extra layer
of filth that he's never even known was there, leaving his skin tingling,
after. He's half-hard, just from this.
Mikey finishes Gerard's left leg and he turns automatically to let her at the
right. He keeps brushing his thighs together, sort of addicted to the feel of
his smooth skin against his unshaven skin. If the upkeep weren't so time-
consuming, he might have to do this regularly. Maybe he can just sweet-talk
Mikey into showering with him on a regular basis...
When Mikey is done, she leans in closer, giving each leg a once over, swiping
at the stray hair here and there. Her hand slides up the inside of Gerard's
calf, the backs of her fingers playing at the inside of his thigh before
finally brushing against the underside of Gerard's dick. Gerard's breath
catches in his throat.
“You should put on lotion,” Mikey says casually, even as she wraps her fingers
around Gerard's dick. “So you don't get ingrown hairs.”
Gerard just nods, like he has any idea what she's talking about. Ingrown hairs
sound like a bad thing. Mikey drops his dick, and Gerard purses his lips in
disappointment, but she's already back under the sink, fishing out another
bottle. This one has pink, glittery lotion. Gerard is pretty sure he bought it,
too.
Gerard turns off the water and sits down on the edge of the tub, legs stretched
out on either side of Mikey's hips. She settles back in place, working the
lotion into Gerard's skin in broad, rough strokes. His brain sorta checks out
for a minute—there's a rhythm to it, okay, whatever—so it's a shock when Mikey
ducks her head, catching the head of Gerard's dick between her lips.
“Fuck, Mikes, some warning,” Gerard hisses.
Mikey grins around her mouthful and looks up at him, glasses glinting in the
light. She sits back, letting his dick go with a swipe of her tongue. “Are you
complaining?” she asks.
Gerard matches her smile, probably outshines it. Mikey's expressions have
always been understated, but Gerard prefers them that way—a lot of times he's
the only one who can read her. “It'd just be nicer in bed.”
“You're so vanilla,” Mikey says.
Gerard pinches her on the top of her breast, the soft swell rising above the
line of her bra. He doesn't argue though. There wouldn't be any point. Gerard
is the most vanilla. Outside of the fact that he's fucking his sister, that is.
Mikey likes to go out of her way to expand his horizons.
Mikey squeals a little and punches him in the thigh, hard, glaring as if to say
I will fuck you up, Gerard Way. He whole-heartedly believes in her ability to
do so, so he just leans in to trace his the pink spot with his tongue. He
closes his lips over it, scraping with his teeth and sucking. He feels more
than hears the change in Mikey's breathing, hands skimming up her arms til he
finds her bra straps, rolling them down her shoulders.
There are about a million things about Mikey that Gerard loves better than her
breasts, but when they're right in front of him, he tends to get distracted. He
tugs until her nipple is bared and turns his attention to that, instead. She
hisses, arching her back, lotion soft hands brushing up Gerard's neck and
sinking into his hair.
Gerard could keep doing this all fucking night, but his back is kind of killing
him, bent over like this. “Bed, Mikey. Nice, clean sheets, soft mattress.
Pillows.”
Mikey snorts. “Those sheets haven't been cleaned since you were, like, twelve.”
Fair enough. But Mikey gets to her feet anyway, shaking Gerard's hands off her,
and disappearing into the hallway. Gerard does a half-assed job of drying
himself off before following.
Mikey's already stretched out over Gerard's bed, bra lying discarded on the
floor. Her legs go on for fucking miles. Gerard crawls onto the foot of the
bed, hands closing over her ankles. Her skin is tanner than Gerard's, and so
fucking soft to the touch. When he pushes himself higher, sinking between her
thighs, their legs brush together and Gerard can't help but gasp at the
sensation.
It's like—actually, Gerard doesn't have anything to compare it to, the feel of
Mikey's warm, silky skin sliding against Gerard's, cool and freshly shaven.
There's nothing for Mikey's skin to catch on, it's all just slippery smooth,
and Gerard thinks vaguely about doing this in water or in oil, or something.
But even just like this, it's fucking delicious.
“Fuck, Mikey, this is fucking hot.” He slides his palms over her thighs, thumbs
digging in. Here's the only place on her body that's anything other than
painfully skinny, just a little extra flesh that she pokes at sometimes with a
frown, but that Gerard absolutely loves.
Mikey gives him a wry grin and bends her knee, drawing the inside of her leg
against the outside of Gerard's. Gerard watches in a sort of wonder, reaching
to hook a hand under her knee and hike it higher, over his hip, and drives
forward, rubbing his dick over her crotch. There's a wet spot on her panties
that makes his mouth water.
“Gee,” Mikey says, half-breathless, half-annoyed. She tucks her thumbs in the
straps of her underwear and tries to push them down, but their position doesn't
really make it easy.
Gerard scoots back, stopping for a minute when Mikey's leg slips down, and,
yeah, Gerard is never going to get over this feeling. Mikey lifts her hips when
Gerard starts pulling down her panties. He only bothers getting them off one
leg and Mikey kicks a little, trying to get them off her other ankle before
giving up, flopping back down on the bed when Gerard presses his mouth to her,
licking broadly at her folds. He curls his tongue to a point, pressing against
her clit.
Mikey she stutters a moan, fingers clenching in Gerard's hair. Her whole body
curves around him when he slicks two fingers inside. No matter how many times
they do this, every time they start Gerard feels like it's the first, like he's
a fumbling virgin, like he's going to hurt her, because she feels too tight.
But Mikey just bucks down on his hand like she can't get enough.
It makes Gerard groan; she's so fucking wet already, at first touch. Mikey's
always wet for him. Everything Gerard ever read about sex made him think that
lube was just a fact of life, but they've never had to use it, and that alone
turns him on just to think about. He drives his fingers in deeper, hooking and
giving a sharp tug that makes Mikey keen, lifting her hips, muscles drawn
tight. There's another liquid rush in the palm of Gerard's hand.
Gerard slips his fingers free, replacing them with his tongue. Mikey smells
clean and musky, and Gerard loves the way she feels inside, slick and rough at
the same time. He fumbles blindly until his thumb finds raised flesh, and
flicks his nail against her.
“Just fuck me, Gee,” she moans.
“So impatient,” Gerard mumbles against her cunt.
Mikey just gives him this look. And yeah, she might want sex right now, but she
won't forget this, and later, when he's least expecting it, she'll pay him
back. Her fingers tug at his hair hard enough to make his eyes sting and water.
“Fuck me, or I'll fuck you.”
“Oooh,” Gerard coos playfully. He's not exactly against the idea, whatever way
she means it, but right now. Right now his dick is throbbing almost painfully,
wanting to be where his fingers and tongue have just been.
He pushes up on his hands, leaning over Mikey to reach his bedside table. She
watches as he fights a condom free from the box, idly fingering herself, and
shit, does she know what she does to him when she does that? “Gee.” She digs
her toes into Gerard's thigh.
“Right,” he says, and rolls the condom down his dick. The little noise Mikey
makes is synonymous with finally in Gerard's brain.
Gerard grabs Mikey by the hips and jerks her flat on her back. Her head slides
off the pillow, bouncing a little. The way she spreads her thighs says she
doesn't mind. Her ankles hook behind Gerard's legs. It's so smooth, Gerard
can't help being distracted.
Mikey makes a frustrated noise and tilts her hips back. She grabs Gerard's
dick, jerking him off for a second, and leads him to her, and as he's sinking
in, he honestly can't say which is better—the tight grip of her body around his
dick, or the drag of her legs against his.
The sound Mikey makes--it's like it's being ripped from her throat, low and
guttural and so fucking honest. Gerard hides his face in her throat, panting as
he sinks in one inch at a time. She's panting and whining, her muscles
clenching around his dick.
The longer they go between, the longer it takes her to get used to his size
when they finally get the chance to fuck. It hadn't been an issue before Gerard
when away to college, but this semester he hasn't been able to get home for
almost a month. Gerard hates when school keeps them apart, but he knows Mikey
likes the stretch, and he certainly isn't going to complain about the way it
makes her practically desperate for his cock.
It feels like it takes forever to slide all the way home, until he's resting in
the cradle of her thighs. Mikey's hipbones are sharp pressed against the curve
of Gerard's stomach, her ribs brushing his chest with every laboured breath.
Gerard kisses her racing pulse, down over the soft swell of one small breast,
suckles at her nipple. “Okay?” he asks.
Mikey nods, and there's something vulnerable about her expression that sort of
echoes how Gerard always feels when they're alone together, when no one's
watching and they don't have to be careful. It makes Gerard want to be tender,
but then Mikey cants her hips, rocking her pelvis up against his, and Gerard
can't help the way he bucks against her, rough and deep.
“Oh, fuck, oh Gee,” Mikey whines. She raises her legs, sliding smooth over
Gerard's hips and down the backs of his thighs.
Gerard grunts in agreement. He can't get over the way it feels, his legs
slipping on the bedsheets and against Mikey's skin. It's almost as good as the
feel of her clenching tight around him as he draws back, his movements jerky
and already desperate. He thrusts back in hard, scooting them a few inches up
the bed with the force of it.
“Mmm,” Mikey makes a pleased sound, all smug that's more like it and Gerard
ducks in close, nose to nose with her, smiling when her eyes cross behind her
glasses. He kisses her, hard and fast, keeping time as he starts to fuck her.
Mikey bites down hard on Gerard's lip, and she's meeting him hard on every
thrust; they're both going to be bruised in the morning. Gerard can already see
her waking up in his bed tomorrow, hair all mussed, in nothing but her
boyshorts and a faded band shirt, legs splayed to him already between them,
tonguing the purple marks on her inner thighs.
The thought makes Gerard hitch Mikey's leg higher, hooking his elbow under. It
lets him drag her closer, fuck her deeper. She reaches above her head, planting
her hands against the wall for leverage to push back. Her tongue slicks
possessively past Gerard's lips, and it's like...it's like he can be inside her
in a way she can never be with him, but she still gets so deep under his skin,
sometimes it feels like she's the one fucking him.
Gerard's close, but he wants her there with him. He tries to reach between
their bodies, but Mikey breaks the kiss, shaking her head. “Like this, Gee,”
she says around a low moan. He huffs his agreement, pressing his forehead to
hers, determined to hang on as long as she needs him to.
Mikey usually likes being on top, directing things just how she wants, but
Gerard does his best now to angle just right, rocking back and up, dragging
against her entrance on each down thrust. Her toes dig into his calf and slide
down his ankle, the sensation sending sparks down Gerard's spine.
It doesn't take long before Mikey's curling her toes over and over against him,
making these small sounds in the back of her throat, like she doesn't want to
but can't help it. She never sounds more delicate than when she's like this,
and it drives Gerard fucking crazy, because Mikey's never delicate. He loses
his rhythm, just fucking into her like the horny teenager he is.
“Gee, Gee,” Mikey says, high and trembling. She grabs his shoulders, blunt
nails digging in.
“Come on, Mikes,” Gerard pants, urgent. He needs her to come before he does, or
his arms give out. He's out of practice, shit, but then again he's never had
the same stamina as she does.
Mikey swallows hard, head thrown back on the pillow and says, “Fuck,” long and
broken. Her fingers bite into his skin, thighs clenching tight around his hips.
Not as tight as her cunt around his cock, over and over, rushing hot and wet
over Gerard's thighs, and all Gerard can think is yes and thank god.
Gerard always feels a thrill of satisfaction, making Mikey come, like he's
achieved something no other person in the world has before, or some shit. It's
ridiculous, but the look on her face, okay? And the feel of her, and the way
her mouth falls open on a silent cry, nothing but the faintest sounds of her
throat working around unvoiced sounds.
Still not as good as finally letting go, thrusting in hard one last time until
he's buried all the way, and it would only be better if there was nothing
between them, but Gerard's not that stupid. He's stupid with the pleasure of
his orgasm and Mikey stretches under him. It has to be on purpose, the way she
presses the skin of their legs together, or maybe she just likes the feel of
it, too. That could be very hot.
Mikey's fingers thread through Gerard's hair, fingers strong and clever against
his scalp. Gerard could fall asleep like this, if he didn't really need to get
this fucking condom off. He grumbles wordlessly as he straightens up and pulls
out, but Mikey welcomes him back with open arms and a lazy kiss when he falls
back on the bed after throwing it away.
“Mmm,” Gerard hums. He presses a kiss to her jaw and another, open-mouthed
against her throat. She tastes like vodka, left over from where she spilled on
herself last night, and sweat, and Gerard ends up sucking a hickey onto her
skin until she squirms and pushes at his shoulder.
“I want pizza,” she says.
“But,” Gerard says, and punctuates it with a bite, “bed, Mikey.”
“Pizza,” Mikey says.
“Bed with sleep, and I'll wake you up with more orgasms,” Gerard says, giving
her his most sincere, wide-eyed look.
It never works on Mikey. She rolls her eyes and pushes him off her. He very
narrowly avoids falling on the floor, and Mikey looks completely unrepentant.
“Pizza, and X-Files,” she says, then decides, “and then I'll let you give me
more orgasms.”
Gerard grumbles all through getting dressed and climbing up the stairs, but he
is actually very hungry. Mikey gives him a fond, indulgent look when she grabs
the phone off the wall mount, and sighs. “We can even order from Hound Dogs,”
she says.
Gerard can't help but smile at that, and hooks his chin on her shoulder,
wrapping his arms around her middle. She's already as tall as him. By the time
she finishes growing she's going to tower over him. Gerard doesn't think he'll
mind. “I love you best,” he tells her.
Mikey smirks at him as she begins to dial. “I know,” she says.
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