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kink bingo fic: and we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
Title: and we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Vehicular
Other warnings: crossdressing, incest, barebacking
Word count: 1968
Summary: Set in some faux Regency period. Gerard just wants to go out like other couples. Title from Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meatloaf.
Notes: not beta read. if you find a mistake or typo, please tell me.
The carriage rolled away from the house and Gerard fiddled nervously with his heavy skirts. They were long, covering him to his ankles. The underskirts added more fluff to the ensemble, and he kept pulling them away from his legs and then smoothing them down again. They were hot, and he could feel himself sweating in the unfamiliar dress.
Across from him, in the other seat, Mikey lounged comfortably. His lazy sprawl made Gerard feel even more overheated.
“You look just like a proper lady,” Mikey said quietly.
Gerard blushed and smoothed his skirts again. “Maybe we shouldn't do this.”
“It was your idea,” Mikey reminded him.
Gerard swallowed hard. “I feel naked.” It was true. Under the main skirt and two underskirts, he was wearing nothing at all. He was used to breeches holding him in place, not this loose covering that felt like it covered nothing.
“You're wearing stockings,” Mikey said, staring down at Gerard's ankle.
Yes, he was. But they only went as high as his thighs, and then thin garters took over.
“No one will be able to tell what you've got under those skirts,” Mikey said. “Where we're going, no one will know us.”
That was the exciting part of the night. They were going out as a couple, somewhere where no one would recognize them as brothers. It made Gerard feel even hotter knowing that they would be seen as beloved, as they really were.
The carriage stopped and Mikey got out, then offered his hand to Gerard like a proper gentleman. Gerard needed the support as he stepped out, unused to disembarking in a dress.
On the way into the theater, Mikey held his hand at the small of Gerard's back. That casual, public touch nearly did Gerard in.
The play wasn't very good, but then it wasn't very high-class. They'd intentionally gone to a show that wouldn't be attended by any of their own social circle. No one must recognize Mikey, or ask about his companion.
It was very low-key, though. All around them, couples touched and held hands. When Mikey's hand moved to rest over his, Gerard forgot to breathe. Then he twined his fingers with Mikey's, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
Mikey leaned close and spoke in his ear. “You're the most beautiful one here,” he said, and Gerard blushed. He felt beautiful now, even though the dress was uncomfortable. It held his waist in, making it look smaller, and he thought perhaps next time he would try a corset.
His hair was piled high on top of his head, pinned in a way that made it look like it was longer than it actually was. A few strands had escaped, and they curled against his nape. Mikey moved his hand away from Gerard's and slipped his arm around the back of Gerard's chair. On stage, an actress was singing about her lost lover.
Mikey's hand came to rest at the back of Gerard's bare neck. His thumb stroked across the nape, over a loose curl. The action made Gerard shiver and look into Mikey's face. Mikey was already looking at him, his eyes dark.
He leaned in and whispered in Gerard's ear, “I'm going to take you in the carriage.”
Gerard shivered again. They had never done it anywhere but in the privacy of their own rooms, when they were sure the servants and their parents had gone to bed. They were always careful and quiet, almost silent. And always, there was the fear that they'd be caught out.
But in the carriage, there was no one to hear them except the coachman, who'd already been paid well to mind his own business. Gerard could already feel it now, the leather seats against his bare skin, the enclosed space. His cock twitched under his skirts. He put his hands in his lap and surreptitiously rubbed himself.
Beside him, Mikey laughed with the rest of the audience, but Gerard could tell Mikey was laughing at him and not the players. He moved his hands away to rest demurely on his knees, imitating the ladies he knew. He cocked his head so that his neck was bowed against Mikey's hand. Mikey slowly trailed his fingertips up Gerard's nape, up and down, until Gerard was all but a puddle. To be doing this in front of everyone was an enormous turn on.
And he was thinking about leaving. About getting into the carriage and lifting his skirts for his brother. That thought alone was enough to make his cock throb in anticipation.
“You want to leave early, don't you?” Mikey whispered. His hot breath tickled Gerard's ear.
Gerard lowered his eyes coquettishly and Mikey smiled and kissed right below his ear. Gerard shivered again.
A couple to their side looked over at them and smiled. Gerard had never felt so accepted, so alive. “Please, can we go?” he murmured.
Mikey kissed him again, lingering, and then stood and offered his arm.
It was not until they got back into the carriage that Gerard spoke again. “Please,” he begged, pulling Mikey against him.
The carriage was small and the enclosed space made even their breathing loud. Mikey smiled and wrapped his hand loosely around Gerard's stockinged ankle, then slowly slid his hand up to the rounded calf. “You're so beautiful, Gee,” he said.
“I need you,” Gerard said softly, aware that his voice might carry outside the thin walls of the carriage. But still, it was the loudest he'd ever said it. They were always whispering when they were together, but the carriage gave them a freedom they'd never had before.
Mikey pressed Gerard back against the leather seat, so that his head was resting against the curtained glass. There wasn't much space to move, but Mikey spread Gerard's legs and maneuvered between them. Slowly, so slowly, he ran his hands up under Gerard's skirts. His fingers dug into the skin right above the stockings.
“You are so incredible this way,” Mikey said. “I never would have thought I would find a dress so beautiful on anyone.”
Gerard smiled and ran a hand through his brother's hair. Then Mikey ducked his head and kissed Gerard's bare thigh. His whiskers roughed against Gerard's naked skin. Gerard moaned at the sensation, his hand tightening in Mikey's hair.
Soon Gerard's skirts were hiked up around his waist, and he felt like a wanton maiden, taken for the first time. Mikey's mouth closed around his cock for a moment, but then his lips trailed down to balls and then behind them. Gerard spread his legs as well as he could in the rocking carriage.
Gerard moaned at the first touch of Mikey's tongue to his hole. He scrambled to hold on to something, finally settling on the edge of the leather seat. The tight dress made it hard to breathe, hard to move, and Mikey's hands held his legs open against the seat.
The sound of the street beneath the clattering wheels of the carriage was loud as they went over the cobblestones. The foreign atmosphere did little to calm Gerard's nerves. It was so close inside the carriage, their breath mingling and making it hotter. Gerard was sure the glass was steaming up beyond the heavy black curtains.
“So beautiful,” Mikey murmured, then pressed his finger against Gerard's spit-slick hole. Gerard pushed back, taking it easily, writhing in his skirts. He moaned as the finger pressed inside him.
“More,” he said, in a whisper before he forgot he didn't have to stay silent. Then louder, “More.”
From his breeches, Mikey pulled out a small vial of oil. Gerard sighed in contentment, happy that Mikey had thought ahead. Mikey slicked his fingers and then pressed two inside Gerard. Gerard tried to watch but his dress obscured his vision. All he could see was Mikey's wrist going in and out beneath his skirts.
His stomach tied in knots, Gerard panted, “Now, brother. I need you now.”
The fact that he was able to say it aloud now was not lost on him. It turned him on just saying the words. Mikey gasped, obviously affected by hearing them.
Mikey unbuttoned the fall of his breeches, then moved up between Gerard's legs. He slicked his cock and Gerard felt the head pressing against his hole, teasing him but not yet breaching the tight muscle.
“Say it again,” Mikey said. “I want to hear you so badly.”
Gerard swallowed and gripped Mikey's thin biceps. “I need your cock, brother.”
Mikey moaned and dipped his head in fast, kissing Gerard desperately. It was messy and full of the hot lust that always simmered between them. Gerard's skirts were crushed between their bodies, and Mikey gripped Gerard's hips tightly and thrust inside.
Gerard wrapped his stockinged legs around Mikey's waist, holding on to him tightly. Mikey began to fuck him. It wasn't gentle, like their first times had been. It was almost brutal, Mikey's hips jerking up and down as his cock thrust deep inside. Gerard brought a hand to his mouth to muffle his cries, but Mikey drew it away.
“I want to hear you. For the first time, I want to hear you,” he panted.
Mikey fucked him hard, and Gerard's head thumped against the thick glass window. He cried out when Mikey's cock slid against his prostate, then cried out again as this urged Mikey on more.
“I love you. I love you so much,” Mikey said, and it was so loud, so uninhibited that Gerard felt it as a hard throb in his cock.
His skirts kept flying up into his face, so Gerard pressed them down around his middle. He was on fire, alive everywhere all at once, and he could only moan in response.
“Tell me,” Mikey said. “Let me hear you. Please, Gee.”
“Love you,” Gerard panted softly. “Oh god, I'm so close.”
“Say it louder,” Mikey demanded, pressing his mouth against Gerard's throat. He sucked hard, hard enough to leave a mark, and Gerard was suddenly very glad for the fashion of wearing cravats high on the neck.
Gerard whined and lifted his hips, taking Mikey deeper. “I love you,” he said, loud enough that he was sure the coachman would hear.
Mikey slammed into him, holding Gerard's hips tight, and bit down on his neck. Gerard's head banged hard against the window, but he didn't care at all because he was coming so hard all he could see were starbursts.
Mikey cried out loudly and thrust in hard, then stilled, coming deep inside him. Gerard could feel Mikey's cock pulse and the warmth of his come as it flooded his ass. Gerard was panting harshly, loud in the small space. His breathing mingled with Mikey's, and Gerard was sure for a moment he could hear their own hearts beat.
“Love you,” Mikey said again.
“So much,” Gerard agreed, now in a whisper. Not because he had to, but because it felt sacred.
They got up and straightened themselves, Mikey cleaning them both up as best he could with a handkerchief. They sat, Gerard's skirts hopelessly wrinkled but falling back into place around his ankles. Mikey took his hand in his and smiled before calling to the driver to take them back to the flop house where they had changed.
“I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life,” Gerard murmured sleepily, resting his head on Mikey's shoulder.
“Might I call on you again, fair maiden?” Mikey asked softly.
Gerard smiled and looked up at Mikey through his lashes. “You may, good sir.”
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Vehicular
Other warnings: crossdressing, incest, barebacking
Word count: 1968
Summary: Set in some faux Regency period. Gerard just wants to go out like other couples. Title from Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meatloaf.
Notes: not beta read. if you find a mistake or typo, please tell me.
The carriage rolled away from the house and Gerard fiddled nervously with his heavy skirts. They were long, covering him to his ankles. The underskirts added more fluff to the ensemble, and he kept pulling them away from his legs and then smoothing them down again. They were hot, and he could feel himself sweating in the unfamiliar dress.
Across from him, in the other seat, Mikey lounged comfortably. His lazy sprawl made Gerard feel even more overheated.
“You look just like a proper lady,” Mikey said quietly.
Gerard blushed and smoothed his skirts again. “Maybe we shouldn't do this.”
“It was your idea,” Mikey reminded him.
Gerard swallowed hard. “I feel naked.” It was true. Under the main skirt and two underskirts, he was wearing nothing at all. He was used to breeches holding him in place, not this loose covering that felt like it covered nothing.
“You're wearing stockings,” Mikey said, staring down at Gerard's ankle.
Yes, he was. But they only went as high as his thighs, and then thin garters took over.
“No one will be able to tell what you've got under those skirts,” Mikey said. “Where we're going, no one will know us.”
That was the exciting part of the night. They were going out as a couple, somewhere where no one would recognize them as brothers. It made Gerard feel even hotter knowing that they would be seen as beloved, as they really were.
The carriage stopped and Mikey got out, then offered his hand to Gerard like a proper gentleman. Gerard needed the support as he stepped out, unused to disembarking in a dress.
On the way into the theater, Mikey held his hand at the small of Gerard's back. That casual, public touch nearly did Gerard in.
The play wasn't very good, but then it wasn't very high-class. They'd intentionally gone to a show that wouldn't be attended by any of their own social circle. No one must recognize Mikey, or ask about his companion.
It was very low-key, though. All around them, couples touched and held hands. When Mikey's hand moved to rest over his, Gerard forgot to breathe. Then he twined his fingers with Mikey's, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
Mikey leaned close and spoke in his ear. “You're the most beautiful one here,” he said, and Gerard blushed. He felt beautiful now, even though the dress was uncomfortable. It held his waist in, making it look smaller, and he thought perhaps next time he would try a corset.
His hair was piled high on top of his head, pinned in a way that made it look like it was longer than it actually was. A few strands had escaped, and they curled against his nape. Mikey moved his hand away from Gerard's and slipped his arm around the back of Gerard's chair. On stage, an actress was singing about her lost lover.
Mikey's hand came to rest at the back of Gerard's bare neck. His thumb stroked across the nape, over a loose curl. The action made Gerard shiver and look into Mikey's face. Mikey was already looking at him, his eyes dark.
He leaned in and whispered in Gerard's ear, “I'm going to take you in the carriage.”
Gerard shivered again. They had never done it anywhere but in the privacy of their own rooms, when they were sure the servants and their parents had gone to bed. They were always careful and quiet, almost silent. And always, there was the fear that they'd be caught out.
But in the carriage, there was no one to hear them except the coachman, who'd already been paid well to mind his own business. Gerard could already feel it now, the leather seats against his bare skin, the enclosed space. His cock twitched under his skirts. He put his hands in his lap and surreptitiously rubbed himself.
Beside him, Mikey laughed with the rest of the audience, but Gerard could tell Mikey was laughing at him and not the players. He moved his hands away to rest demurely on his knees, imitating the ladies he knew. He cocked his head so that his neck was bowed against Mikey's hand. Mikey slowly trailed his fingertips up Gerard's nape, up and down, until Gerard was all but a puddle. To be doing this in front of everyone was an enormous turn on.
And he was thinking about leaving. About getting into the carriage and lifting his skirts for his brother. That thought alone was enough to make his cock throb in anticipation.
“You want to leave early, don't you?” Mikey whispered. His hot breath tickled Gerard's ear.
Gerard lowered his eyes coquettishly and Mikey smiled and kissed right below his ear. Gerard shivered again.
A couple to their side looked over at them and smiled. Gerard had never felt so accepted, so alive. “Please, can we go?” he murmured.
Mikey kissed him again, lingering, and then stood and offered his arm.
It was not until they got back into the carriage that Gerard spoke again. “Please,” he begged, pulling Mikey against him.
The carriage was small and the enclosed space made even their breathing loud. Mikey smiled and wrapped his hand loosely around Gerard's stockinged ankle, then slowly slid his hand up to the rounded calf. “You're so beautiful, Gee,” he said.
“I need you,” Gerard said softly, aware that his voice might carry outside the thin walls of the carriage. But still, it was the loudest he'd ever said it. They were always whispering when they were together, but the carriage gave them a freedom they'd never had before.
Mikey pressed Gerard back against the leather seat, so that his head was resting against the curtained glass. There wasn't much space to move, but Mikey spread Gerard's legs and maneuvered between them. Slowly, so slowly, he ran his hands up under Gerard's skirts. His fingers dug into the skin right above the stockings.
“You are so incredible this way,” Mikey said. “I never would have thought I would find a dress so beautiful on anyone.”
Gerard smiled and ran a hand through his brother's hair. Then Mikey ducked his head and kissed Gerard's bare thigh. His whiskers roughed against Gerard's naked skin. Gerard moaned at the sensation, his hand tightening in Mikey's hair.
Soon Gerard's skirts were hiked up around his waist, and he felt like a wanton maiden, taken for the first time. Mikey's mouth closed around his cock for a moment, but then his lips trailed down to balls and then behind them. Gerard spread his legs as well as he could in the rocking carriage.
Gerard moaned at the first touch of Mikey's tongue to his hole. He scrambled to hold on to something, finally settling on the edge of the leather seat. The tight dress made it hard to breathe, hard to move, and Mikey's hands held his legs open against the seat.
The sound of the street beneath the clattering wheels of the carriage was loud as they went over the cobblestones. The foreign atmosphere did little to calm Gerard's nerves. It was so close inside the carriage, their breath mingling and making it hotter. Gerard was sure the glass was steaming up beyond the heavy black curtains.
“So beautiful,” Mikey murmured, then pressed his finger against Gerard's spit-slick hole. Gerard pushed back, taking it easily, writhing in his skirts. He moaned as the finger pressed inside him.
“More,” he said, in a whisper before he forgot he didn't have to stay silent. Then louder, “More.”
From his breeches, Mikey pulled out a small vial of oil. Gerard sighed in contentment, happy that Mikey had thought ahead. Mikey slicked his fingers and then pressed two inside Gerard. Gerard tried to watch but his dress obscured his vision. All he could see was Mikey's wrist going in and out beneath his skirts.
His stomach tied in knots, Gerard panted, “Now, brother. I need you now.”
The fact that he was able to say it aloud now was not lost on him. It turned him on just saying the words. Mikey gasped, obviously affected by hearing them.
Mikey unbuttoned the fall of his breeches, then moved up between Gerard's legs. He slicked his cock and Gerard felt the head pressing against his hole, teasing him but not yet breaching the tight muscle.
“Say it again,” Mikey said. “I want to hear you so badly.”
Gerard swallowed and gripped Mikey's thin biceps. “I need your cock, brother.”
Mikey moaned and dipped his head in fast, kissing Gerard desperately. It was messy and full of the hot lust that always simmered between them. Gerard's skirts were crushed between their bodies, and Mikey gripped Gerard's hips tightly and thrust inside.
Gerard wrapped his stockinged legs around Mikey's waist, holding on to him tightly. Mikey began to fuck him. It wasn't gentle, like their first times had been. It was almost brutal, Mikey's hips jerking up and down as his cock thrust deep inside. Gerard brought a hand to his mouth to muffle his cries, but Mikey drew it away.
“I want to hear you. For the first time, I want to hear you,” he panted.
Mikey fucked him hard, and Gerard's head thumped against the thick glass window. He cried out when Mikey's cock slid against his prostate, then cried out again as this urged Mikey on more.
“I love you. I love you so much,” Mikey said, and it was so loud, so uninhibited that Gerard felt it as a hard throb in his cock.
His skirts kept flying up into his face, so Gerard pressed them down around his middle. He was on fire, alive everywhere all at once, and he could only moan in response.
“Tell me,” Mikey said. “Let me hear you. Please, Gee.”
“Love you,” Gerard panted softly. “Oh god, I'm so close.”
“Say it louder,” Mikey demanded, pressing his mouth against Gerard's throat. He sucked hard, hard enough to leave a mark, and Gerard was suddenly very glad for the fashion of wearing cravats high on the neck.
Gerard whined and lifted his hips, taking Mikey deeper. “I love you,” he said, loud enough that he was sure the coachman would hear.
Mikey slammed into him, holding Gerard's hips tight, and bit down on his neck. Gerard's head banged hard against the window, but he didn't care at all because he was coming so hard all he could see were starbursts.
Mikey cried out loudly and thrust in hard, then stilled, coming deep inside him. Gerard could feel Mikey's cock pulse and the warmth of his come as it flooded his ass. Gerard was panting harshly, loud in the small space. His breathing mingled with Mikey's, and Gerard was sure for a moment he could hear their own hearts beat.
“Love you,” Mikey said again.
“So much,” Gerard agreed, now in a whisper. Not because he had to, but because it felt sacred.
They got up and straightened themselves, Mikey cleaning them both up as best he could with a handkerchief. They sat, Gerard's skirts hopelessly wrinkled but falling back into place around his ankles. Mikey took his hand in his and smiled before calling to the driver to take them back to the flop house where they had changed.
“I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life,” Gerard murmured sleepily, resting his head on Mikey's shoulder.
“Might I call on you again, fair maiden?” Mikey asked softly.
Gerard smiled and looked up at Mikey through his lashes. “You may, good sir.”