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Gerard’s calloused palm lands on the gear shift as he parks his beat up Sedan in the local mall’s parking lot. He brushes his greasy, dyed-black hair out of his face as he turns in his seat, facing the back of the car. His little brother, Mikey, stares right back at him with big eyes framed with thick, black glasses. Gerard huffs softly in adoration, smiling at the boy. “We’re here. You ready to go in, Mikes?” He croons, gazing at the younger warmly. Mikey immediately nods, struggling and fighting with his seatbelt as he wrestles his way out of his carseat, hopping out of the car after pushing the door open into the empty parking space beside him. Gerard parked at the very edge of the lot on purpose, Mikey didn’t really have a great understanding of his surroundings just yet. The amount of dents on their mother’s car was a tell. Gerard unbuckled himself as well, hopping out behind Mikey, shutting the door and locking his car.
Gerard walks down the little aisle between his car and the truck on his side, met with the sight of Mikey jumping up and down eagerly near the trunk. He snorts through his nose and holds his hand out to Mikey, willing him to grab it. Mikey does, without hesitation, and the elder starts to pull him along. Mikey catches up with Gerard, jogging a little bit to stay beside him as his fingers lace with the older boy’s. They walk along the side of the road up against the backs of all of the cars, Gerard gently pulling Mikey’s hand to hold him in front of him as they walk, Mikey’s elbow bent as his hand stays interlinked with Gerard’s even as Gerard puts his hands on Mikey’s shoulders. Gerard mutters to himself under his breath, thinking out loud about what he’d be able to get Mikey on their current little trip. He leans down to match Mikey’s awfully short height, his pixie nose catching right in the crevice where Mikey’s ear meets his head.
“Hey, Mikey? You wanna get lunch first? They have a Panda Express right where we walk in, we could sit down and eat before doing anything else. How’s that sound, sugar?” Gerard purrs, fingers kneading his little brother’s shoulders, causing Mikey to slow down quite a bit, his small body relaxing with the gentle stimulation to his muscles. His head falls back against Gerard’s shoulder, shifting to nuzzle his nose into his elder brother’s neck.
“Mmmhmm,” Mikey agrees, his free hand coming up to rest on top of Gerard's bear paw that was already holding his other hand. Gerard smiles against the boy’s skin, kissing the not-yet-gone baby fat on his cheek and straightening back up as they make their way across the parking lot toward the mall.
Gerard pulled the handle on the double doors leading directly to the food court, coaxing his brother inside only to watch him try and reach up to pull the next door open. Gerard covered his mouth to giggle at Mikey’s struggle, stepping over and opening it for him. Mikey huffed indignantly, glaring up at him - which had no bite, he was far too small to intimidate Gerard even the slightest bit. “I could’ve opened it!” Mikey whines as they make their way inside. The loud chatter of a few dozen people is sudden and not unwelcome as Gerard leads him toward the - holy shit. Gerard stares at the ridiculous amount of people in the line of a Panda Express. Fucking Panda Express, for God’s sake. He blinks stupidly as he leads the younger boy to the end of the line, leaning on one foot to look over at the front of it. He scoffs and grabs Mikey’s hand once again, squeezing it and pulling him in front of him. Gerard didn’t even bother suggesting going to get food somewhere else, like Chick-fil-A, - that would’ve been good - he knew that Mikey would be upset with him for the rest of the day. Gerard promised Panda Express, would be his excuse. Gerard sighed once again and glanced around, noticing people packing in behind them as well. His eyebrows knit together in confusion, why the fuck does everyone suddenly want fried rice? There’s like fifty places to get food here! His arms wrap around his little brother protectively, causing Mikey to step back a bit. Mikey’s head falls back against Gerard’s stomach, their eyes meeting when Gerard glances down at him. He winces at the woeful look on Mikey’s face.
“I know, sweet thing, I know,” Gerard coos, letting go of Mikey’s hand to hoist him up, hands dipping under his arms. He adjusts the boy so he’s sitting on Gerard’s steady arms, gently tapping Mikey’s hip to wrap his arms around his neck. Mikey hums wistfully and leans on Gerard, his cheek meeting Gerard’s unshaved stubble. Gerard puffs out a breath, casting a displeased glare at the line in front of him before feeling Mikey wiggle in his grasp, the soft graze of his lips against Gerard’s cheek making his body go taut. Of course his dick gets interested at the worst possible place in the fucking world. “Mikey,” Gerard warns, not really knowing himself why he’s getting so worked up.
Gerard looks around once again after they get pressed up against others, the kids behind them getting up into Gerard’s personal space, causing him to move forward, which, indefinitely, landed him between the folk in front of him, and the rowdy girls behind him. Mikey’s making small noises of discomfort from the sheer volume of things around him, willing himself not to cry in front of half of the mall. Gerard’s face scrunches up, his lips pulling down into a frown. “Mikey, I’m gonna put you down. It’s gonna be less noisy down there, and that way I can make sure you don’t knock into anybody.” Gerard whispers into the boy’s ear before gently dropping him back onto his own two feet. Mikey wastes no time pressing his whole body up against Gerard’s legs, the closeness grounding him. Gerard curses himself, his obvious erection pressing insistently between Mikey’s shoulderblades. “Stay right there, Mikes,” Gerard breathes, clenching his fists, attempting to will away his arousal. His fingernails dig into his palms, causing the exact opposite effect of what he was going for, heat pooling low in his belly. He curls his body over Mikey’s, his hands going to his brother’s hips. Gerard’s palms slide over the dips in Mikey’s pelvis on top of his shorts, his breath coming out in heavy pants. “You gotta be quiet for me, please… I know we’re near people, but I really haveta do this, Mikes, you’ll forgive me, won’t you?” Gerard whimpers, his fingers slipping under Mikey’s boxer shorts, the pads brushing against the plush, soft skin of his little dicklet. Mikey’s hands slap over his mouth, his eyes rolling back at the brief touch, hips jutting forward for more friction.
Gerard swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing against Mikey’s hair, his fingers pressing down before his forefinger and thumb pinch down on the chub gently.
He knew Mikey was probably the most sensitive boy he’d ever met, the first few times he tried anything with Mikey was him just testing the waters. Mikey came - more so, pissed himself, he wasn’t actually old enough to actually produce semen - untouched from Gerard playing and sucking on his soft, rosy pink nipples for about ten minutes. Gerard never changed his sheets, never bothered to clean it, or even soak it up with a towel. Mikey called Gerard gross for it, oftentimes walking into his elder brother’s room to find his face buried in the exact spot it happened.
Gerard ignored his own straining dick, his jeans bulging obscenely. His hand sped up, pinching oh so faintly and barely twisting. Mikey’s hands subconsciously tightened his grip on his face as he forced himself to look down at the part in the fabric between his pelvis and shorts. His eyes widened as they met with Gerard’s fist wrapping fully around his small shaft, his head raising slowly to catch Gerard's eyes. Gerard smirks down at him - evilly, Mikey thinks - and gives him no time to recover before his fist is hitting against Mikey’s pelvic bone over and over, his callouses harsh against Mikey’s sensitive tip, tears springing to his eyes from the pleasure. Gerard’s fist doesn’t stop or slow, his wrist twisting and smacking against Mikey’s skin crudely. Mikey’s body locks up all of a sudden - which doesn’t stop Gerard, in fact, it spurs him on - and he thanks God briefly that he hadn’t had anything to drink earlier that day. His orgasm’s dry and yet still so overwhelming to the point that he uncovers his mouth and uses his hands to try and force Gerard’s hand off of him. “Gee, Gee— Gee, stop—” Mikey gasps, the first tear slipping down his cheek. Gerard groans softly and pulls his hand out of his younger brother’s shorts, teasingly licking his hand even though nothing was on it, causing Mikey to flush and look down at the floor.
“Aw, buddy, it’s alright. It was fun, yeah? C’mon, you know it was…” Gerard tries, hands sliding up Mikey’s arms, grasping at his skinny biceps. Mikey pouts, his cheeks burning brighter. Gerard giggles and sighs at him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I know you liked it, you don’t have to talk to me, Mike. You’re gonna have to tell me your order, though, sugar.” He gestures to the counter suddenly in front of them. Mikey looks up and blinks. When did they get to the front of the line?