How do you know if you've never tried it?

Title: How do you know if you’ve never tried it?”
M/M Gerard and Mikey
P.O.V.= Third Person. You = Mikey
Rating:NC-17
Category: Waycest
Summary: Mikey thinks he might be gay. Gerard coaxes him out of his shell. Yea I suck as summaries. But I think it’s the best hardcore sex scene I’ve written since like forever.
Authors note: Buttsecks

You’re not sure exactly when these thoughts started coming to you, but lately…the thought of boys, excites you. You keep finding yourself drifting off into this perplexing day dream where your lips collide with that of another beautiful boy; hips rolling together and before you can push them away, you’re lost in them, touching yourself and getting off at the erotic images painted in your mind. The idea of being gay has never struck itself into your mind until now and even though it’s so blatant and prominent you’re still unsure.

By now they’re overcoming you until it’s all you can think about and you don’t know what to do. So you turn to the only one you know who could possibly help you. Your older brother, who at your age came to realized how he felt; that it was not the flesh of a womans body that he craved, but that of a mans. You know you need to go to him for answers, or advise but none the less, to you it’s a touchy subject, and voicing the thoughts inside your pretty skull – the reasons for the burning need – is something you’re a little afraid of.

You knock softly on his door and he yells for you to come in, so you do, opening the door to find him sitting in his bed, sketching some image of homoerotica.

“What’s up?” He asks, setting down his drawing and petting the spot in front of him for you to sit down. You do, glancing at the image; two lovers; bodies melting together as they writhe in pleasure. You have too look away from it but you can’t look at him either. To be honest you’re already embarrassed by the conversation you’re about to have.

“Um…I need to talk to you about something.” You say almost shaking now with nervousness.

“What is it?” He asks, with genuine curiosity.

“Well…I don’t know really…what to make of it…but I think that…Maybe I don’t really…I could be…”

“Gay?” He finishes for you, saying the word you can’t and you nod. “For sure?”

“I don’t know. I keep having these thoughts about it…these...fantasies but I don’t know if I really am.” He looks at me for a minute.

“Have you ever…you know, tried anything?”

“No.” You answer timidly, maybe from shyness or embarrassment that you haven’t.

“Well.” He says. “You wont know for sure unless you try it.” You give him a funny look and he just stairs back. “It’s the truth.”

“Oh yes, and what do you propose I do? Walk up to some random cute guy and say ‘excuse me, I need to find out if I’m gay, will you please suck my dick?’?” He giggles at your words and you just look at him, wishing he’d take you seriously.

“No, that’s not what I was thinking really.”

“Oh, then what’s your idea?”

“Kiss me.” His words are flat, as if it’s something normal.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you insane?”

“No, just do it, c’mon.”

“No, you’re my brother, that’s just weird.” Yea, yea, yea, you are creped out but you know he’s right. Still…you’re not doing it.

“Do you want to find out or not?”

“Not that bad. Not by kissing you. I’ll find someone else to help.”

“Just close your eyes and pretend I’m someone else…c’mon.” He leans into you and you give up. What the hell.

You close your eyes and let his lips press to yours, his hand moving to the back of your neck. You try to pretend he’s someone else but no matter how hard you try, you can’t get his face out of your head. It’s warm and soft, but really you’re nervous and don’t know what to think. Then his tongue brushes against your lips and in shock you push him away.

“What the hell are you doing?” You ask, wiping your mouth with your sleeve.

“Oh c’mon, what happens in the room stays in the room. And it’s not like I’m gonna get all turned on about it.” You sigh in defeat.

“Ok.” Again you close your eyes and feel his lips against yours but this time when he runs his tongue along your lips, you open up to him, tentatively letting his tongue meet yours and your nervous but you kiss back, his hand on your cheek. You like this. Not with your brother but it’s nice. You relax a little and his fingers brush your skin as your tongues roll together. He moans into your mouth and you ignore it, just taking it as part of the kiss. This kiss that you like.

His lips. Your lips.

Your brother’s lips.

He presses against your chest, laying you down on the bed and you panic pulling away from him.

“What are you doing?” You ask and he smiles.

“Just try it.” You don’t argue and his lips are on yours again, his tongue in your mouth and you give in as he straddles your hips. You stop thinking about this being bad for the moment and just feel it. He grinds into you and you stifle a cry, but that surge of pleasure brings you back to reality.

“Gee…maybe we shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not right I mean…It’s incest…” But he cuts your words short, quieting you with a finger to your lips.

“We’re just playing around. Besides, it’s not hurting anyone. There’s nothing wrong with that.” When he puts it that way it’s hard to disagree. So you don’t. You can’t because he’s kissing you again and you’re starting to think you don’t want him to stop. The fabric of your jeans is starting to strain and he presses into you so hard you can feel the outlines of his cock against you. You don’t want him to stop now. Desperately you grind back into him and it feels so good you can’t help but moan and even though your tongues are tangled together you can feel him smile. He crawls off you, mouths still laced and his hand is on your crotch, pressing, rubbing, squeezing and you love it. Your brother’s hand making you feel like you’re about to cum in your pants. It’s all so wrong.

It gets hard to breath and his lips are breaking away and he’s watching you; your eyes closed as his breath shakes.

“D’ you like that?” He whispers, and you nod. “Good.” His lips press wetly to your neck and he’s kissing that pale skin, his cock throbbing in his jeans. As for you…you’re quickly falling into this, tilting your head to give him better access as your hands franticly undo your pants, wanting to feel skin against skin. This is so wrong, but you’ve gone too far to stop. He pushes your shirt down over your shoulder, exposing more skin to his hot lips and you moan, clutching the sheets in your hands as his fingers wrap around you and he starts pumping slowly, his warm hand riding your thick cock, and you’re just too weak to do anything, letting him control you.

Your brother.

“I wanna make you cum.” His words are but a whisper, his dark hair falling in his face and your back arches, and for a second you think you’re going to but you don’t. “Want to go further?” He asks and you bite your lips as a moan escapes.

“How much further?” You ask, knowing what he means, but it’s so hard to talk right.

“Let me come inside you.” His hand feels so fucking good on you that your mind is only inclined to let out a breathless yes. He kisses you again and you welcome it. You never meant for this. You never meant for this to happen. But you don’t intend to stop it. This is so wrong. He leaves you while he’s taking off his clothes and you watch him undress. In a minute he’ll be inside you.

Your brother will be inside you.

“Does it hurt as bad as I think it will?” You ask, suddenly feeling afraid and unsure.

“Sometimes.” He answers, climbing back on the bed, his hands mapping out your body. “But I’ll be really gentle cause it’s your first time and I don’t want to hurt you.” His hands slide under your shirt and slip it over your head so smoothly, touching you like flames, and you know, as his lips fall to your stomach that this is worth everything. “I want you to like it.” He’s dragging his tongue along your skin, tasting you as he moves down your body, his hands doing just as much exploring as his mouth. He holds your hips in his hands as he tugs at the golden brown curls of hair between his lips, teasing you. You want him. But he’s just your brother. And you’re just playing around. He licks at your swollen member and you moan; wanting him to take you in his mouth and you allow yourself to touch him, your hand weaving through his hair and resting in the tangled locks.

He takes you in, rolling his tongue against the soft flesh until he can taste the pre cum seeping out of you and he stops.

“D’ you like that?” He asks, looking at you for a reaction and you nod a yes, your body shaking. “Good.” His fingers curl under the waistband of your jeans and he pulls them off your legs in one fluid movement.

You hold him between your thighs, feeling his warm skin on your own as he presses his lips to yours and your hips press together and it’s all just making you want it more. He pulls away and just looks at you before reaching over to his nightstand and retrieving a small clear bottle. He squeezes some into his hand and coats his fingers with it.

“This is going to feel cold.” He tells you and you can feel his fingers, slippery and yes cold, circling your opening before he pushes two of them inside you and you gasp a little from the cold intrusion, but he massages the tender flesh and you relax as his lips ravish your neck and he pushes in two more, stretching you as much as he can, so he can fit without causing you pain. Your hands are griping his shoulders and your breathing is all wrong, as you press back onto him and his fingers brush something inside you. To your surprise you’re crying out and begging him to thrust into you; to fill your current desire to feel him inside you. He smirks and pulls his fingers out of you, pouring more of the cold slippery liquid into his hand and spreading it along his length. He’s kneeling between your legs and he tells you to relax before he kisses your cheek.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers before he starts sliding into you and you tighten your legs around him as he presses further into you. You watch him grit his teeth as he becomes part of you and you can feel his pulse inside of your body. “I’m not gonna cum until you do.” The movements of his hips are indescribable; his rolling thrust so smooth and soft. He holds his weight on his arms beside you, lips colliding and his other hand sliding down your side, resting on your hip and pushing you back onto him.

Every time he pushes into you it feels like your legs are numb and your insides are about to explode into a storm of lightning, your nerves sending confused and shocked little vibes of pleasure through your brain. Your body writhing underneath him, he’s driving you crazy, hands sliding along your body as he thrusts into you, the friction between your bodies bringing you closer and closer and your lips breaking apart. The sound in the room is almost defining, panting hot breath, mixed with moans and cries, your begging pleas.

“I’m gonna cum.” You breathe, your body trembling.

“Wait…”

“I can’t…I’m gonna…oh fuckin’ god.”

“Try…” His breath is so ragged. You try, although you feel like you’re gonna explode. “Hold it as long as you can…it’s…better that way.” You try to hold it back and his lips are on your neck making it that much harder. But you can’t stop yourself anymore and you’re crying out as you cum between your bodies. You’ve never came so hard in your life; your back arching and you squeeze your legs around him He moans against your skin and you know, just by the sound in his voice that he’s cumming. You feel warmth inside you as the hot jets of cum spurt into your warm body and he practically stops breathing. The look on his face is priceless, his jaw slack as he cries out softly, his eyes so tired, looking as he rocks into you, and suddenly the long breath he’s been holding in is released as one of the most beautiful groans you’ve ever heard.

His tired body falls beside you, covered in sweat, euphoric bliss still pulsing through both of you.

“Well?” He asks

“Huh?”

“Do you have your answer? Made up your mind?”

“Yea…I was right.” You breath not quite believing what just happened. It’s all so wrong. He runs his finger along your stomach, coating it with your fluid and he holds it out to you.

”Try it.” He urges and you take it in your mouth, licking it away, wanting more already. “D’ you like it?” He asks and although it’s not great you nod a yes, because really it’s not that bad. “Good.” Before you can get the rest of it, he’s licking it off your skin, the warmth of his tongue starting to disgust you as you return to your senses. You just lethim fuck you.

You let your brother fuck you.

As he licks you, you push him off you with your legs.

“What?” He asks, looking at you with those hurt brown eyes.

Those sick eyes.

“Don’t you think this is all kind of gross?”

“No…” Confused…hurt, sick eyes.

“Gerard you just fucked me. You just fucked your brother! Doesn’t that seem wrong to you?” Why is he upset? He thinks to himself. He’s so repulsed by himself right now that it’s not even funny. He must’ve upset you. He must’ve done something wrong. And he feels sick because he loved it. And you wont admit that you did.

“I’m sorry…” He pleads, the tears starting to fill his eyes. “I didn’t…I…I thought you wanted me to. I thought you liked it. Did I hurt you, I’m sorry. What’d I do wrong…Why…why don’t you love me?” He’s clinging to you like a baby, his arms wrapped around your tiny waist, trying to keep you here as his tears fall on your skin. But you push him off you as he tries to hand on and you start getting dressed.

“Brother’s aren’t supposed to be in love, and what we just did…oh my fucking god I’m so sick. That’s not supposed to happen. I’m sorry. I never should have let you.”

“But I love you Mikey.” He’s crying; trying to hold on and make you understand. “I did it cause I love you. It’s hurt for so long and I…I though maybe you’d love me too. I only want to love you.” But no matter how beautiful his words are to you, you keep pushing him off you. “Why don’t you love me.”

“Because, I just can’t. It’s not right.” You look as his sorry, sad, sick eyes and think over to option of staying and holding him in your arms, kissing away the tears, and promising him that you’ll be together forever. But you can’t. You wipe his tear stained cheeks quickly and look at him, bringing his face to yours, crashing your lips together in the most sweetest of sour kisses before you leave him; alone and naked, to cry to himself. To cry alone, because you can’t admit…that you liked what he did to you. How he made you feel.

You’ll never admit…that you love him.

Your brother.

You love your brother.

More than anything else on earth.