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FIC: One of Those Nights--MCR Gerard/Brian
title One of Those Nights
author: lisa roquin
fandom: MCR
rating Adult
pairing/characters: Gerard Way/Brian Schechter
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of their personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
author notes: written for porn_battle round 2 though I may possibly come back and rewrite extend this a bit eventually, here it is.
word count: 662




No one said a word about it, but they all knew. None of them were that stupid or oblivious.

Brian was worn looking when he stumbled onto their bus only moments after they themselves had piled on after the show. They hadn't been expecting him, but none of them said a word beyond hello. They knew. It was obvious in the greetings and the yawns and stretches and a couple demands for some batteries for ipods. It was obvious in how coiled Brian was, the circles under his eyes and the tension in his carriage.

"You stink," Brian muttered as Gerard tugged him to the couch.

"Shut the fuck up," Gerard murmured and laid back, pulled Brian on top of him. It was fucked up. As fucked up in different ways as it had been when they'd both been using, drinking. Fuck more reasons not to now, but that didn't seem to change anything.

Gerard slid his hands up under the back of Brian's shirt working up, rubbing at tense muscles more than caressing as Brian simply laid there for a long while.

Brian lifted his head looking down at Gerard a moment. Gerard's breath caught painfearworrywant all tangled up in a nauseating coil seeing how raw and worn Brian was. "Got stuff in your bag?" Gerard asked lifting his head just enough to brush his lips against Brian's.

"No."

"Be back." Gerard murmured, turned scooted and dumped Brian off him onto the couch. He slid clumsily to the floor before getting up and heading to his bunk. "Hotel tomorrow night and two nights off, driving most of it." Gerard said unecessarily, Brian knew the fucking schedule. He had a hand in making it. More a question of how long he was there, of how this was going...

"Tomorrow," Brian whispered as he stood to shove his jeans down. shoes, jacket and shirt gone already. "Three days, head back from.."

Gerard nodded, dropped lube and condom to the floor by the couch and started on his own clothes, Brian's hands right there as well. "Neat freak" Gerard snorted as Brian stuck Gerard's shirt under himself on the couch.

"Gross fucker" Brian returned pulling Gerard down over him.

Kisses slow and familiar tasting of cigarettes and mint gum. Gerard refused to hurry much even as Brian’s fingers twisted in his hair and pulled none to gently while he mapped every spot he knew would make Brian’s breath catch, make him arch up against him or snarl and demand.

“Fucking fuck me already,” Brian demaned, and nearly put Gerard’s eye out with the lube as he shoved the lube in Gerard’s face, tugging painfully at Gerard’s hair.

“Pushy fucker,” Gerard said something close to a glare entertwining with the heat in his eyes.

Brian hissed at the sting of two fingers pushed into him. Nights like this rare, and rarer still Gerard took control.

“You asked for it” The tone soft, almost questioning. A kiss on his leg where it rested against Gerard’s shoulder.

“Good,” Brian managed bucking with a strangled sound as Gerard crooked his finger just right. “Nnngh...” Brian gasped a few moments later. “Fuck me”

Gerard shifted, stealing a deep kiss as he leaned and reached for the condom.

“Just fuck me,” Brian demanded when Gerard hesitated again. The burn welcome, not quite stretched enough, sure as fucking hell not relaxed enough the tension of the last week still coiled under his skin. Slow, careful. Almost too careful, still enough burn to burn away the last days.

“Brian” Gerard half-ordered, half whined, close. Too close. Brian’s hand moved down, stroking himself, matching Gerard’s thrusts. The strangled sound that meant Gerard was about to come, a hard thrust that grazed his prostate sent Brian over the edge. “Fuuck” He groaned. Another hard thrust had him nearly seeing stars as Gerard came.

“Mmm,” Gerard hummed into a lazy kiss against Brian’s neck..

“You’re taking a fucking shower tomorrow night.” Brian grumbled tiredly.

“Mmm,”