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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance, Bandom
  Relationship:
      Gerard_Way/Mikey_Way
  Character:
      Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Public_Sex, Always-a-girl!Mikey, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 1 of aag!Mikey
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-11 Words: 1796
****** Done Dirt Cheap ******
by mokuyoubi
Summary
     PWP set pre-band; Gerard and aag!Mikey have sex in the pit at a
     Prencey Prep show. That is all.
Notes
     I do not like always a girl. I never intended to write aag. I blame
     okubyo-kitsune, who, when I asked for a Mikey/Gee prompt, reminded me
     that I mentioned this in a totally off-hand, I-will-never-write-this
     sort of way, weeks ago. Thanks, bb *eyeroll*
“Jesus Christ,” Gerard mutters, readjusting himself. He leans in to shout into
Mikey's ear. “This is fucking ridiculous.”
Mikey half turns her head, arching a brow at him. She offered him the barrier
spot, but Gerard was being protective caveman big brother, and insisted on
being between her and the rest of the crowd, like he could somehow hold back
the press of five-hundred bodies all surging to get closer.
“There's not even anyone on the fucking stage,” Gerard says, not like he's
going to convince anyone, but because it needs to be said.
Just to be an asshole, the girl next to him lets out a bone-chilling shriek.
Mikey none-too-subtly digs the pointed heel of her boots into the girl's toe.
It's enough of a distraction to let someone behind shove into her place with
the next surge of bodies, as the lights dim.
Gerard's been bracing himself with his hands on the barrier on either side of
Mikey's ribs, pushing back to leave a small pocket of space, but now he's
shoved right up against her. Gerard steadies himself with a hand on her hip—her
skirt's shifted low enough that he can feel the strap of her thong just peeking
out. He plucks at it absently, but Mikey takes it as like an invitation or
something, rolling her hips back.
“Mikey,” Gerard hisses. He glances around furtively, but everyone's attention
is on the darkened stage where the next band is filing into place.
“No one cares, Gee,” Mikey mutters, somehow loud enough for Gerard to hear.
Gerard doesn't try to understand, it's one of the amazing powers she's picked
up from attending roughly eight-thousand concerts.
Gerard just presses his hips closer, gives her less room to wiggle around, and
snaps her thong strap again, just because. Mikey tucks her elbows over the top
of the barrier and widens her stance, just enough to shift her hips back. It
makes Gerard's hand shift lower, over the jut of Mikey's hipbone, sharp and
familiar in his palm, fingers down the front of her skirt.
The lights come up and the crowd fucking roars. Iero's got his eyes screwed
shut, face close to the mic as he begins to sing. The crowd isn't pushing at
random intervals anymore, it's just constant pressure. Mikey isn't the least
bit phased. She's not working with any particular finesse, just rubbing her ass
back against Gerard's groin, and he's not usually about the public displays
(mostly because there are a lot of people here who might recognise them) but
Mikey's right. No one cares. No one even notices. It'd be pretty impossible in
this crowd.
And okay, maybe it's sorta hot, knowing that they can get away with this right
now. Gerard lets himself relax into the idea. It's not like it can go very far,
so why not enjoy it for what it is. Later, when they get home, Gerard can pay
her back for it.
Mikey's hand covers Gerard's, urging him lower. He lets out an unsteady breath,
fingers skimming along the line of raised fabric and soft, soft skin until they
hit the sharp edge of something small and foil-wrapped.
“Mikey,” Gerard says, hoarse, with no hope of her actually hearing. She knows
what she's doing to him, anyway, can feel him getting hard. He rocks forward
entirely without meaning to.
She can't honestly expect—with all these people—and the thought alone makes
Gerard's head spin, makes his dick fucking throb. His other hand leaves the
barrier, shoving down the front of her skirt, right past the waistband of her
panties. If she's going to play dirty, he will too.
Gerard doesn't fuck around, slipping two fingers through her slick folds and
hooking inside. She's so fucking wet, practically dripping, and Gerard's mouth
waters, thinking of what he could do to her somewhere a little more fucking
private.
Mikey's not a big fan of foreplay in the most ideal settings, likes getting off
just from him inside her, and right now Gerard's happy to oblige. He works his
fingers as deep as he can from this angle, letting his knuckles drag against
the ridge of her opening. He can feel Mikey's knees buckling a little and holds
her weight until she straightens.
It probably says something about their relationship, how good Mikey is at
getting Gerard's pants open and his dick out without looking, arm twisted up
behind her back. She's quick and efficient about it, the bangles on her wrist
catch the hair low on Gerard's stomach when she jerks the zipper down. To this
point, Gerard's been totally thinking of this crowd sex hypothetically, but
Mikey clearly has a different idea.
Mikey jerks him off for a couple seconds, angle awkward, and Gerard has to push
his face to her shoulder and take a few steadying breaths. She gives him a look
over her shoulder, expectant and turned-on and more than a little impatient,
her expression clearly asking him what he's waiting for. The crowd's buffeting
them from side to side and Gerard has to take his hand off her hip to steady
himself on the barrier.
Pencey's playing a different song, and Gerard would normally feel bad that he's
completely lost track, but Mikey's too fucking distracting. Gerard hooks his
chin over her shoulder, idly letting his fingers work in and out of her,
watching as she fishes the condom out of her panties and rips open the corner.
Gerard fumbles his fingers free from her thong and grabs the condom from her.
It takes longer than it should to get it on. The crowd pushes forward and sways
left to right, and Gerard has a hard time staying on his feet, let alone doing
the precision work of sliding a condom down his dick.
Mikey wiggles her hips, working the sides of her skirt high, and with the few
inches of height she has on him, it makes it easy for Gerard to flip up the
pleated edge and nudge forward. He hooks a thumb in the crotch of her thong,
tugging it aside, bends his knees and lines up.
Mikey's head falls back on Gerard's shoulder when he pushes inside. She gives
so easily, wet, hips angled back just right. Gerard straightens, sinking deeper
than he usually can in this position. Mikey rocks back, bending just enough to
close that last little space between them, and Gerard can feel her wetness
against his thighs. He's going to smell like her the rest of the night.
There's no room to move. The crowd is fucking insane. Iero can do anything,
seriously fucking anything—open his mouth to sing, step back from the mic to
play, throw his fist in the air, spit, fucking breathe--and it sets off another
wave forward.
Mikey's got her arms wrapped around the edge of the barrier. She looks fucking
drugged, the crooked hang of her head, the glaze of her eyes, the way her teeth
dig into her bottom lip. Gerard wants to touch. He wants to wrap a hand around
her throat and tug her back, slick his tongue past her lips, get one of her
tiny, perfect tits in his hand, rolling a nipple between thumb and index.
Their friends are indulgent of Mikey and Gerard's weird closeness, but there
are lines, and all, and even if the rest of the crowd is too distracted to
notice, Frank keeps catching Gerard's eye, and Mikey's friends with the whole
band. So Gerard just digs his fingers into the skin of Mikey's little hips, and
lets the crowd move them together.
Later, Gerard's gonna fuck her hard and fast, bent over the arm of the sofa as
soon as they stumble in the apartment door, but there's something surreal and
overwhelming about this right now, not being able to move except when the crowd
moves him.
Good or not, Gerard doesn't actually think it's going to get him off—there's
just not enough stimulation. When he does have room to move, he can't rock back
more than an inch or two before the crowd shoves him forward again.
But then halfway through 8th Grade the crowd starts jumping up and down and
Gerard almost chokes on his fucking tongue. Mikey's taking the opportunity to
fuck herself on Gerard's cock, and Gerard can't do anything but sort of bounce
along helplessly.
Then it's over pretty quickly. Gerard shoves his face in Mikey's neck, smells
sweat and her deodorant and he wants to sink his teeth in, right there, that
strip of skin between the top of her t-shirt and her hairline. He settles for
biting his own lip when he comes, groaning loud enough he's sure the fucking
back row heard it.
It takes him a minute to recover. Gerard's generally useless after sex, even
without adding the heat of the crowd and the fact that he's been on his feet
over half the day. He manages to get a hold of himself enough to slide out of
Mikey before he's gone soft.
Mikey's skirt falls in place, covering her up at least, but Gerard is very
aware of how exposed he is as he slips off the condom and shoves himself back
in his pants, looking around him the entire time. The girl to his left gives
him a weird look, but she doesn't seem disgusted, so he tells his fast-beating
heart that she didn't see it. Gerard knots the condom and shoves it in his
pocket, grimacing when he thinks about having to take it out later.
The tense line of Mikey's body confirms what Gerard pretty much already knew,
that she didn't get off, too. Gerard works a hand back around her body, under
her skirt, but Mikey catches him by the wrist and holds him where he is, palm
hot on her sticky thigh. Gerard lets his fingers dig in, just about the only
place on her body with any give, and breathes heavy against her neck.
Gerard can read just about every look and gesture of his sister's. The pressure
of her fingers against his wrist tells him later. And now Gerard's sofa fantasy
just keeps getting better. Mikey already boneless from coming on Gerard's cock,
sprawled out, Gerard on his knees between her spread thighs, licking her open
'til she's letting out those rare, soft, quivering moans that drive him crazy.
It's like she's reading his mind. In the relative silence between one song and
the next she leans back and lays her head on his shoulder. “See Gee, I told you
you should come to concerts with me more often,” she shouts, and gives him a
quick kiss on the underside of his chin before turning back to the show.
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