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A sense of pride rumbled in Mikey’s chest as he sat at the family’s breakfast nook, tucking into his coffee and pancakes while his mother struggled not to say anything at all. That isn’t to say that she didn’t notice. No, she absolutely did because the moment Gerard gifted them with his rare, early-morning presence, he had to comment on it.
“Holy shit, Mikes, did you have a run-in with a vampire or somethin’,” his older brother teased, openly staring at the dark marks marring Mikey’s neck and throat.
“Gerard!” Their mother chastised, unable to come up with a lecture for this scenario, but making her displeasure quite clear.
“What? You were thinking it too,” he retorted, making Mikey smile into his mug of coffee.
As for how he’d gotten these marks, it had happened the night before, at a house party Mikey had gone to with a tall, handsome young man named Gabe.
It wasn’t Mikey’s first rodeo, nor was it his first date with Gabe, but it was certainly one of his fondest. They socialized with the rest of the scene kids, they danced surrounded by sweaty bodies while a garage-punk band played, and, more importantly, they snuck out of the party, returning to the Way family home, where they made out, among other things.
Once they’d arrived, Mikey slipped inside with Gabe behind him, avoiding various pieces of furniture in the silent rooms as the pair gleefully giggled their way up the stairs, hand-in-hand. Mikey had to shush Gabe a couple of times on the way, but eventually, they made it into Mikey’s bedroom, remnants of a childhood spent growing up in those four walls and modern relics of the man he’d become weaving the charm that had Gabe instantly under its spell.
Gabe was a straight-edge, unlike Mikey, but aside from simply avoiding drugs and alcohol, Gabe avoided casual hook-ups. When he got with someone, he wanted to know that there was something there, rather than just, well, ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.’
Normally, monogamy wasn’t really Mikey’s cup of tea, but Gabe was so funny and hot and charming – and did he mention hot? – that Mikey was willing to sacrifice his reputation as an all-around slut to make way for Gabe in his life. And so far, he had no regrets.
Gabe could eat pussy and fingerfuck like a champ, and his cock could deflower him far more skillfully than even his most coveted toy, maybe even a little deeper too, if he was being honest.
It began with them holding each other and touching over their clothes while locked in the embrace of a ravenous kiss, before divesting themselves of their shirts, uncovering Mikey’s bound breasts. For a moment, the spell was broken as Mikey pulled away, turning his back on his boyfriend, and crossing his arms over his chest, momentarily ashamed of his body.
But before he could analyze it much further, Gabe was pressed flush against his back, embracing him from behind, nuzzling Mikey’s neck, offering his reassurances. It miraculously renewed Mikey’s self-confidence, tilting his head to the side as Gabe nipped and sucked at the pale, white skin, leaving small welts in his wake. His reservations begin to melt away as Gabe peppered his skin with bites, sinking his teeth in and sucking.
He couldn’t begin to explain why he’d been nervous in the first place. Maybe because he wasn’t looking to Gabe for validation, like his casual hook-ups and flings, but rather because he loved him and was afraid his affection might be misplaced.
In between the kisses and nips, Gabe whispered sweet nothings that meant everything and more into his skin, eventually coaxing Mikey to face him once more, sharing a deep, soda pop-flavored kiss, much different than the alcohol-fueled hook-ups that Mikey had experienced from so many other lovers. It dawned on him then that he didn’t quite want to hook-up with anyone else. He liked Gabe and Gabe liked him, whether he carried the ghosts of his former sex with him or not.
“Take your fucking pants off,” Mikey breathed once they broke the kiss for air, “I’m gonna blow your mind.” Demandingly, he pawed at Gabe’s belt, hastily unfastening it and drawing a curse from his boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
Yes, boyfriend. The term just felt right.
After removing some pesky articles of clothing and moving onto the bed, somehow, instead of simply blowing Gabe like he’d planned, he found himself lying over his partner, his ass and cunt on full display as he licked and teased Gabe’s twitching cock, moaning and squirming as Gabe bit down on one of his firm cheeks. It hurt and ached, but it felt good, like there was pleasure in this slight pain, and pleasure in knowing he’d be marked all over by his partner. His cunt didn’t normally produce that much slick since he’d started testosterone, yet, he could certainly feel the dribble of fluid drip from between his silky, pink lips onto Gabe’s chest.
He whimpered, thrusting his bottom closer to Gabe’s face, urging him to hurry him along. Their foreplay had taken long enough and he was in need of something sliding home, whether it had to be Gabe’s tongue, fingers, dick, or Mikey’s dildo he’d tucked away beneath the mattress.
Gabe was all too happy to oblige, pulling Mikey’s dripping cunt to his face, lapping over his lips, drinking in the nectar from his parted petals, following it with the stroke of his thumb, gathering up fluid. He kissed his cunt just as full and hungrily as he kissed his lips, reaching deep inside, flicking the organ against his insides, making Mikey drool over his long, thick cock. Then, his thumb slid into his ass while Gabe’s tongue toyed with his clit and Mikey seized, cream painting the lower half of Gabe’s buried face.
Of course, once Mikey caught his breath, he gave Gabe the best head of his life in return, only for the asshole to make a sly remark about Mikey being a ‘butt slut’ – which he was, but he still didn’t have to say it like that. When Mikey retorted that he’d earned himself a pegging for that, Gabe chuckled and implied that he’d be more than a little onboard for it.
In the end, Gabe took a raincheck on the pegging – for now – and Mikey’s cunt was well and truly fucked, having taken his boyfriend’s cock a few times before the pair fell asleep curled up together. On top of that, Mikey’s skin was covered in an array of soft pink to angry purple hickies, proving that he was none but Gabe’s, leaving him even more sore and twice as satisfied.
But back to the present…
“So who’s the lucky guy or gal you partied with last night?” Gerard asked, settling into the breakfast nook across from his brother with a steaming mug of coffee, thoroughly chewed out from their mom’s lecturing.
“Oh, you know, just someone hot,” Mikey replied, with a shrug, stuffing his mouth with a syrupy bite of pancake to avoid the question, leaving his brother to pout and their mother to chastise him yet again.
“Aww, thanks, babe,” Gabe teased, entering the room in his disheveled clothes from last night, sinking into the breakfast nook and nudging up beside his blushing boyfriend.
Gerard eyed Gabe suspiciously, but nodded in approval. “I can see it,” he murmured into his coffee mug.
Finally, it was Mikey’s turn to get in trouble. “Mit- I mean, Michael James Way! You didn’t tell me that you had a boy over,” their mother firmly stated, hands on her hips with a disapproving scowl.
“Mom, I’m nineteen, I’m going to have sex,” Mikey grumbled, turning small as he said his piece. “Besides, Gerard has guys over all the time.”
Gerard only shrugged and Gabe chuckled.
“Well, that’s-!” She paused, shutting her mouth. Mikey knew what she was going to say. She was going to say that it was ‘different’, that Gerard couldn’t get pregnant, or that Mikey was still her little girl, making Mikey flinch. It still hurt whenever she misgendered him or said things like that, but he was one of the lucky ones. At least his parents still loved him.
And then, like the good big brother he was, Gerard swooped in to save the day, allowing Mikey to relax once more.
“So, Mikes, you haven’t introduced us to your boyfriend yet!” His sibling grinned. “I’m Gerard, the Way brother with the best looks.”
“Yeah, right,” Mikey huffed into his mug of coffee, pulling that warm, handsome chuckle out of his lover once more.
“And I’m Gabe, the hot, vampire boyfriend,” Gabe replied, immediately earning a spark of recognition from Gerard and a resignated sigh from Mikey.
“Gabe Saporta, from Midtown?”
“The one and only,” came the cocky response.
Suddenly, Gerard was locked in, talking Gabe’s ear off about his ideas for his own punk band, a good indicator that Gabe was not getting away scot-free after this and was well and truly Mikey’s official boyfriend. Their mom seemed resigned to accept it too, as she broke into the conversation to offer Gabe some coffee and pancakes of his own.
Mikey didn’t get to rethink his decisions much when Gabe took his bony hand under the table, rubbing a soothing thumb over it, allowing him to recover from his sour mood. He’d be alright. He had his favorite two people in the world bonding before his eyes, and both of them loved him and accepted him for everything he is and was.