more piss stuff (wayscracken edition) - nsft
gee likes controlling mikey's bladder. he likes telling his little brother that he isn't allowed to piss unless he does something for gerard. that he's not allowed to use the bathroom until after the show. that he's not allowed to use the bathroom at all; either piss outside or piss your pants. mikey was unsure of this stuff in the beginning, but now he enjoys it just as much as gerard does. it helps that gerard gives him mind-shattering orgasms when mikey's finally allowed to go.
bert finding them wasn't intentional. gerard had crowded mikey up against a wall somewhere, one hand braced against the brick and the other digging into mikey's bladder. mikey's fingernails bite into gerard's upper arms as he squirms. his forehead is buried firmly in gerard's shoulder. mikey is wearing a pair of jeans that are already more biohazard than denim, and gerard has a change of clothes in a bag on the floor. gerard's going to make mikey piss himself, then fuck him hard enough to leave scratches on his back from the brick wall.
at least, that was the plan until bert mccracken, gerard's not-boyfriend, stumbles around the corner, popping the button of his jeans. he freezes when he sees mikey and gerard, though. the filth gerard is spitting against mikey's hair makes it very obvious what's going on.
"come on, you fuckin' slut. you beg me for this every time, and you still fight it. what do i need to do to you to make you piss yourself right now? fuck, mikey, you always make the prettiest expressions when your body gives out on you, your poor, abused bladder failing and soaking your clothes with piss. christ, you're disgusting. go on, baby brother, show me how disgusting you are."
mikey whines loudly, feeling the muscles in his lower stomach and abdomen spasm. his bladder is so full, his skin is tight around it, making gerard's knuckles pushing into it painful. mikey turns his head to the side, struggling to keep ahold of himself. that's when he sees bert.
mikey and bert lock eyes, and that moment of surprise is all it takes for mikey's strands of control to snap. his bladder empties, piss streaming down his thighs and onto the grass. mikey's knees buckle with the force of his relief, but gerard keeps him upright against the wall. mikey makes mewling noises as he finally feels the tension in his body flowing away. he's left gasping, panting, and aroused once the hissing stops and there's nothing left. mikey's jeans are soaked all the way through, and gerard's jeans have some dark spots from the knees down. once again, mikey is grateful for the foresight to take off their shoes before doing this, since they don't have many pairs to begin with.
"gerard? babe?" gerard looks over towards bert, whose hands are frozen in front of his crotch.
"hey, babe. you okay?" bert nods once, staring wide-eyed at the brothers. "come here." bert stumbles over, nearly tripping over his own feet. gerard holds an arm out towards bert. bert pauses.
"what the fuck is happening? are you-?" gerard, very much still in his headspace, yanks mikey's head up by the hair to kiss him. mikey whines, kissing back desperately. "oh. fuck, babe, that's freak shit." gerard grins and looks to bert again. bert happily kisses gerard, pressing against his side. mikey breathes out heavily, watching his brother make out with bert.
"we do a lot of freakier shit than this," mikey says breathlessly. bert and gerard break their kiss and turn to mikey. they have a similar look on their faces, like they want to eat mikey alive.
"can i join?" bert asks. gerard's grin splits across his face.
"of course."
two weeks later, mikey still has bruises all over his torso. he makes sure they stay visible by pressing into them whenever he can get away with it. mikey might have to linger backstage next time they play with the used...
