#cubiclesverse

The desk shakes and scrapes against the floor. Each thrust shifting the computer and papers and whatever other clutter had gathered on the surface. Gerard grips the edge of the wooden desktop, it equally digging into his soft palms as it does on his bare thighs. He gasps as one strong hand squeezes around the side of his throat and the other on his soft waist.  His dick is smashed between the unforgiving wood and his own stomach with a harsh friction that hurts so good. Gerard’s legs shake, his toes curl, and he moans wantonly; the dark office fills with grunting and shifting of the desk.

“That’s it, Gee,” Mikey’s voice purrs into Gerard’s ear. He knocks his head into Mikey’s and is shocked with ecstasy when his temple connects with thick plastic. Mikey was still wearing his glasses. “You’re taking me so well.”

“Ah, fuck-” Gerard let out a strangled moan from the praise. His entire body shuddering under his brother. He could feel Mikey’s calloused fingers pressing into his jugular. “Mikey!”