Living Life The Good Way

CHAPTER 6 Part Two

For many minutes they stared up at each other, just watching each other. Mikey broke the silence first. “Gerard…”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me.” Mikey whispered, his voice laced with lust.

Gerard’s breath hitched. Staring into Mikey’s eyes he could see the lust contained within them. Gerard watched with fascination as Mikey leant up and forward, bringing his lips to meet Gerard’s in another passionate kiss. Passion and lust seeped through each other’s skin. Gerard kissed down to Mikey’s neck, and proceeded to divulge his possessive side as he sucked at Mikey’s neck.

“What the fucking Hell is going on?!”

Gerard and Mikey sprang apart, heads turning towards the door where they were greeted by the sight of their mother and father…

Gerard cursed violently in his head. None of the words managing to escape from his lips, only the blood trickled onto his tongue from where his teeth pierced the soft flesh inside his mouth.

There was a long and quiet silence which seemed to drag on forever. It wasn’t that Gerard wanted his parents to say something. He sort of wished that what had happened between him and Mikey hadn’t. However, deep inside he fancied that he would prefer any type of communication as apposed to the accusing empty silence which now seemed to linger around the four of them, as they all stood trying to suss out how much each of the other knew.

If Gerard looked hard enough he imagined he could see the cogs working within his mothers head. As he watched them trying to work out the puzzle before him, he noticed something which he had never noticed before. The cogs of his mothers mind were slow and rusty now. It shocked him that he would choose a time like this to realise that his mother, and indeed his father, were getting old.

Many minutes later Gerard’s mother took a deep breath, her furrowed brows seemingly un-knitting and within a second she put on a very loud and pointedly cheery voice, asking if Gerard would be a dear and go fetch the essentials they had picked up on the way home, from the car, and if Mikey would put the kettle on for herself and his father as they’d both had long days and needed something to calm their nerves before they went to sleep.

Mikey and Gerard exchanged slightly worried glances before coming to their senses and doing as their mother asked. They knew not to question it if she had not seen anything. They also knew that she had, but figured it would be better for them if they pretended along with her.

The next hour passed in relative silence as their parents told them about their evening, and Mikey and Gerard sat in opposite chairs, not daring any glances towards each other. After what seemed like a lifetime their parents finally took themselves to bed, telling their sons that they were soon to follow.

Once they were alone, Mikey let out a very long and laboured breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding. He looked up and found himself staring straight into Gerard’s dark eyes, now even more intense from the lack of light from the darkened front room, lit now by only one small lamp. He watched as Gerard slowly blinked, the movement of his eyelids seeming to calm his nerves. Once Gerard had regained his composure he patted the space on the sofa next to him softly. Mikey thought about it for less than a second before standing up and switching off the light, and plonking down next to Gerard, lifting his feet level with his body and resting his head on Gerard’s chest, his arm thrown around his brother in a slightly frightened gesture.

Gerard’s fingers laced through Mikeys mousey brown hair. Mikey whispered, his breath tickling Gerard’s stomach. “What happened?”

Gerard sighed again. “I don’t know. I truly, honestly don’t think I know.” Gerard’s stomach knotted. He felt Mikey’s hand travel across his stomach and locate his own free hand, where he laced their fingers together.

Another whisper: this time closer to the top of his chest, where his shirt stopped. “Do you think they know?”

Gerard found the fact that he couldn’t see his brother slightly unnerving. “I don’t know. I thought they had. But they didn’t say anything. So… maybe they didn’t.”

“They must have.” The whispered words now fell on Gerard’s neck.

“And why should we question it? They haven’t said anything…” Gerard lost his train of thought as wet lips kissed against his neck. “Mikey?” Gerard gasped as he felt a hand rub over his crotch.