TW!!! implied extremely underage. Wayest oneshot
G exploring the internet, it’s so new, just a few websites and nothing else, that loud sound when you boot it up, almost alarming the whole house of its presence.
That’s why he switches it on before dinner, nobody judges when he leaves it on after mom calls for him. His dad hardly enters the little room they keep it in, and after a few glasses of red wine, his mom is dragging their dad upstairs for important ‘adult things’
Gee couldn’t be more thankful, he nearly shoves Mikey upstairs, not listening to his little brothers complaints about the noises their mommy makes on nights like theses.
He checks on the computer, running the screen saver. He swishes the mouse, pipping all the bubbles and lighting the room with the pale green glow of the site he was on. Something rudimentary, brand new, carrying all the charm of the early days of complicated technology.
He presses his tights together, feeling something strange coil and settle deep within his gut. Something that urges him to scroll… scroll down this website, where grown ladies- pretty ladies, with large breasts and pale skin strip their clothes off.
He squeezes his legs together, strolling, clicking, next page, next page, next page.
There are men too, big men, large muscles, humongous… dicks(his mommy calls it hid pecker… but boys at school talk about penis’, dicks, cocks, pussy)((Gee was never cool enough to be in on those conversations, always too much of a fairy for the cool boys to chat, so he learned this information while huddling in the bathroom during lunch…))
He scrolls, feeling.. inspired tonight. He hears a creak from the stairs. Feels this insurmountable guilt! Oh no! He powers the PC off. Prays that whoever(likely daddy) comes down doesn’t feel the back of it in search of heat.
Gee scurries downstairs to his room in the basement(recently gifted to him! For being a big boy and turning 7!) and cowers under the sheets, pretending to have been asleep.
“Geegee…?” Comes a sweet timid voice.
Oh, it’s just Mikey, Gerard perks his head up from under his pillow, seeing the silhouette of his little brother cowering in the doorway to his room.
“Mikey! You know you should be in bed!”
He scolds, but he sound relieved- for some reason, Gee knows daddy wouldn’t be happy with him looking at pictures of girls with no clothes.. or men….
“I can’t sleep…. Mommy and daddy are… making weird sounds..”
Mikey shuffles further into the room, Gerard can’t see his face in the lowlight, but he knows what expression he’s wearing, the guilty worried one…
“Oh… okay!” Gee shrugs rolling over in bed and flipping the covers up so Mikey can scoot his way in.
It’s quiet, nothing but the slow blades of the ceiling fan making any sound, swish, swish, swish.
“Gee… what were you looking at… on the computer..”
Mikey’s timid voice asks. Neither of them had moved in the moments since he had crawled into the bed. Gerard flushed.
“The internet…” he says, hoping it’s enough to satisfy his brother.
“But… why did they all have their clothes off?”
“Because… it feels good?”
It’s question disguised an answer. Gee doesn’t know, he just knows it makes him tingly, makes his… cock(?) weewee(?) twitch, like he’ll pee without needing to.
Mikey confesses, and Gerard rolls over in bed to find himself face to face with Mikey’s little pout. Baby fat still clinging to the boys cheeks.
“From the s-sounds Mommy was making… like daddy was hurting her…”
Gee nods, grabbing Mikey’s hand and squeezing. He is his baby brothers protector! And he won’t let Mikey fear no more!
“Mommy is okay Mikes! Just think about good things!”
“Uhh… yeah, sure, on the computer…”
Gee picture it, instead of the grown woman, maybe Miss Stephanie’s age(their occasional baby sitter) his age… with… pretty short brown hair, timid mismatched hazel eyes, a little pecker that sticks up just like the men…
He feels the first shift closer from Mikey, brushing their crotches together in a way that sends electric up his spine.
Gee exclaims, opening his eyes and meeting the hazel but mismatched eyes of his brother…
Mikey is biting his lip, sinking his teeth into the plush pink flesh as he rocks his hips forward again, making Gerard’s eyes roll into the back of his head.
Gerard pushes then, rubbing despite the itch of the little boys shorts he wears, grinding almost, like a rock against cement
There’s something stiff he keeps bumping against, but the fireworks in his tummy keep his hips kicking like there no tomorrow.
Mikey makes little pitiful sounds, that in any other senecio, Gerard would jump to fuss about, but right now, he keeps pushing his hips, sliding his leg between Mikey’s thighs and shoving himself towards a zing that leaves him dumb.
It’s just like that feeling… a build up, a hot blaze hovering close to dry leaves, but never sparking.
Gerard huffs, grabbing Mikey’s hips and pulling him closer.
They’re bother pushing fast now. Gee pushing forward on one, Mikey pushing back on two, just like great grandma told him musical metronomes go.
Gee can’t control the rythme any more, shoving forward regardless of the loop him and Mikey had, whose uncut fingernails(because mommy had been busy) cut into his arm.
He feels something big coming on, like a tidal wave building up. A hot, hot pressure pushing against his little crotch.
Gerard moans into the darkness, shoving his teeth into the nearest thing(Mikey’s shoulder) and shuddering with pleasure.
He feels like he sees stars, his hips hitching and shoving back and fourth erratically. He feels spurs ejecting from his cock(?) soaking the front of his PJ’s.
There’s a pulse, like his heartbeat thrumming between his thighs, Mikey is still humping, pushing against the quickly uncomfortable mess.
Gee is too far gone to care much, shoving Star Wars PJ’s down his thighs and scooting up so Mikey humped his fattened thighs instead.
He feels Mikey whimper, worried his little brother is hurt, Gee kiss the soft brown hair and scoots closer until-
He feels Mikey quiver in his arms, a small wetness squirting onto Gee’s thighs.
“Geegee!!!” Mikey squeaked, kicking his hips and little hardness into Gee’s plush thighs.
In the aftermath, both breathe like they’d just run a marathon.
Gee settles down fist, closing his eyes once again and ignoring the strange smell of salt and sweat.
Mikey’s little voice calls, his little thing has grown soft, nestled into the cease of Gerard’s fatty thighs….
“We don’t tell mommy… right?”
“Yeah… now shh… it’s bedtime now..”
The pulsing between his thighs is like a heartbeat luling his eye shut, the sticky-ness none of his concern….
He had no clue… the box of worms he unleashed that night… by just clicking… next page…
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