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Don't Know Where We Belong by escherzo (NC-17)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Mikey/Gerard
Length: 9,140 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
escherzo
Author Website: Fiction Masterlist
Why this must be read: Mikey and Gerard one hot summer.
This is a gorgeous story, quiet and lovely and very hot. I love the lazy summer atmosphere of it and the slow way their relationship is changing. The worry and love and tenderness between them feels so very right.
Excerpt from the story:
Three days later, it finally rains.
The two of them make their way outside like they've never seen it before, barefoot and cautious like children taking their first steps. It's still dark outside, barely five in the morning, and Mikey watches the ground as he walks, trying to avoid scattered bits of gravel from the end of the driveway. Neither of them bother with coats.
Mikey tilts his head back, towards the sky, mouth open to catch the falling drops that are starting to splat against his glasses. His shirt is soaking through, too, clinging to him and he doesn't care, just closes his eyes and spreads his arms, cool for the first time in days. He doesn't even feel himself start to tip backwards.
The next thing he knows, he hears "Watch out!" and Gerard's arms are wrapped tight around his waist, burning against the cool wetness of his shirt. They're both soaked, now, pressed together, and it isn't just his breath that's startstopping irregularly.
"Sorry, you were falling," Gerard says, and Mikey can't help but feel a little disappointed at that. But Gerard hasn't made any move to let go yet, and yeah, it's barely dawn, but he's standing in the middle of his driveway in the pouring rain being held by his brother. 'I feel like I'm in some sappy romance movie,' he can't help but think, and half-smiles. Gerard would be a shitty romance movie hero, and he's not exactly the picture-perfect heroine either.
But then, there's always been something a little wrong with the two of them.
"This kinda reminds me of that one thing we watched last week - like. What was it called? Fuck, my brain's melted, or something." Gerard sighs and his fingers shift, press lower against the strip of skin between Mikey's shirt and the waistband of his pants.
"Dunno. But yeah." 'Yeah, shitty romance movie.' "It's a little off, though."
"Yeah?"
"We're not making out," Mikey points out, shrugging just a little. Gerard tenses and Mikey doesn't know why. "I mean. That's the difference."
Gerard still doesn't relax but he nods, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, and you'd have to be in a dress, too."
"I'm not wearing a dress for you, asshole."
"I'm not making out with you, either. So we're even." Gerard glances up and down the deserted street, more habit than anything else. There's no one there. Even so - "C'mon, we better get inside before we get mugged or something."
Don't Know Where We Belong
Pairing: Mikey/Gerard
Length: 9,140 words
Author on LJ:
escherzoAuthor Website: Fiction Masterlist
Why this must be read: Mikey and Gerard one hot summer.
This is a gorgeous story, quiet and lovely and very hot. I love the lazy summer atmosphere of it and the slow way their relationship is changing. The worry and love and tenderness between them feels so very right.
Excerpt from the story:
Three days later, it finally rains.
The two of them make their way outside like they've never seen it before, barefoot and cautious like children taking their first steps. It's still dark outside, barely five in the morning, and Mikey watches the ground as he walks, trying to avoid scattered bits of gravel from the end of the driveway. Neither of them bother with coats.
Mikey tilts his head back, towards the sky, mouth open to catch the falling drops that are starting to splat against his glasses. His shirt is soaking through, too, clinging to him and he doesn't care, just closes his eyes and spreads his arms, cool for the first time in days. He doesn't even feel himself start to tip backwards.
The next thing he knows, he hears "Watch out!" and Gerard's arms are wrapped tight around his waist, burning against the cool wetness of his shirt. They're both soaked, now, pressed together, and it isn't just his breath that's startstopping irregularly.
"Sorry, you were falling," Gerard says, and Mikey can't help but feel a little disappointed at that. But Gerard hasn't made any move to let go yet, and yeah, it's barely dawn, but he's standing in the middle of his driveway in the pouring rain being held by his brother. 'I feel like I'm in some sappy romance movie,' he can't help but think, and half-smiles. Gerard would be a shitty romance movie hero, and he's not exactly the picture-perfect heroine either.
But then, there's always been something a little wrong with the two of them.
"This kinda reminds me of that one thing we watched last week - like. What was it called? Fuck, my brain's melted, or something." Gerard sighs and his fingers shift, press lower against the strip of skin between Mikey's shirt and the waistband of his pants.
"Dunno. But yeah." 'Yeah, shitty romance movie.' "It's a little off, though."
"Yeah?"
"We're not making out," Mikey points out, shrugging just a little. Gerard tenses and Mikey doesn't know why. "I mean. That's the difference."
Gerard still doesn't relax but he nods, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, and you'd have to be in a dress, too."
"I'm not wearing a dress for you, asshole."
"I'm not making out with you, either. So we're even." Gerard glances up and down the deserted street, more habit than anything else. There's no one there. Even so - "C'mon, we better get inside before we get mugged or something."
Don't Know Where We Belong