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"If he's pissed, you're with him." Dekker states, unimpressed. "Well thats the intention" Mike smirks, looking through the crowd for the goth, when he looks back at Dekker the man very well could be reaching for a gun. "Jesus it was a joke, I don't like dealing with all that in bed, if anything Gerard's the one wanting it." Mike explains, hoping the conversation finishes before the man finishes trying not to stumble through the crowd, fuck he was such a light weight. "Hey" Gerry greets with a little smile, trying so desperately to look like he wasnt wasted. Mike wanted to see how drunk he could get the goth, the ethics were probably iffy, but Gerard likes being drunk so who cares. To his credit though, Gerry was showing a lot of restraint, when they got drunk at home he'd usually be all over him by now, Mike wasn't usually big into touch and when sober Gerry pretended to be the same, but for the sake of the goth he did try his best. Right now Gerry was just holding his hand under the table and sitting the smallest bit closer than he usually would.
"I ordered another round by the way" Gerard says after trying to find anything else to say. "I thought you were going to the loo?" Dekker asks with more disapproval. Gerry stares at the table for a moment with large unblinking eyes "shit yea you're right- ight, be back soon" he says before standing again and walking away. After a couple minutes of silence and Dekker staring at him Mike couldn't take it anymore. "Would you give him a break, he's had a hard week, god forbid he let his hair down." Mike explains. "I'm not upset with him. He was sober." Dekker spoke with Bitter rage now. Mike's relaxed disposition falls and he gets a little more serious. "He didn't break it tonight, and when he wasn't drinking he just replaced it with coke, so I think he needs a different vice, and I'd rather deal with him drunk than high. At the very least he'll be too buzzed to feel too much until tomorrow." Dekker stares across the table, face stern and angry as always because he hated Mike and wouldn't hide that. He looks into the crowd and for a moment that face drops to one of guilt and worry. "Why didn't he say anything" Dekker asks quietly, probably not intending on Mike hearing. "Because he's an addict- worse he's an addict with little regard for life. Most people who get to that state at least have a person they were or people around them who showed them life could be good. Gerry had Mary and the character of a child trying to do anything for love and safety." Mike internally notes not to have another drink, if he was getting this loose lipped and emotional then he'd clearly had enough.
Dekker stared back at him with a new expression, still hatred, but maybe with a little surprise. "You'll just tell yourself anything to feel like you're not the core of his problems. He was sober, then he met you. He wanted to get better and he was." It would of hurt if it was true but Mike knew it wasnt. "The first time I met him when he wasnt trying to kill me, he was drunk and high on the arm of a woman who just wanted a toy." Mike's knuckles turned white thinking of the witch, then he realised he should not of said that and his face falls to a knowing dred. "Do not tell him I told you that." Dekker stares for a bit longer before nodding "I...just dont know why he never told me, or reached out..." he questions, clearly a little hurt. Mike deflates and sighs "he's ashamed, he's been doing stuff like that for a while- from what I can gather he was doing whatever would keep him stable and off the streets. He respects you a lot Dekker, as I said he speant so long playing the kid doing anything for love- that's not an act that you drop the moment you turn 18. You dont like me, I get it, but against my better judgement I do care about Gerard. I want him to get better, he wants to get better, but he also wants to feel better and in his mind sometimes that means doing fucked up shit, so if he can get to that place from a couple drinks over a bender or a breakdown, then I really don't see the problem. Harm reduction and all." He didn't know how much first year psychology could help him when he chose it in uni but he was very glad he did.
Just then Gerry stumbles over with their drinks "wow, shit looks gloomy over here" he laughs just a little too loudly. "Did you even use the toilet?" Mike asks with a cocked brow and Gerry frowns "oh for fucks sake."
In the end Mike did have to drag him out of the bar- Gerry swore he was 'basically sober' as he slurred his words and slouched completely on Mike. Getting Gerry in the taxi was easier when he promised the goth a drink when they got back to Mike's- at that he basically jumped in. Mike got in next to him and made a mental note to tip the driver well when Gerry started kissing him, a hand on Mike's groin- getting his trousers tight pretty quickly.
Mike wasn't big on touch but he'd be burned as a liar if he claimed he didnt love how Gerry acted when he was drunk. He was so needy and touchy in a way which Mike could notice in the man when he was sober. He was just so desperate to be good and loved and touched, it was a sad reflection on his upbringing and Mike wished he could show Gerry how much he loved him when he wasnt drunk, but neither of them were ready for that. Gerry was struggling to give Mike a hickey when they get to his apartment, Mike pushes him off gently, pays the driver and helps Gerry out- supporting him when he nearly falls. "M fine, can walk on my own." Gerry near pouts as he shrugs Mike off and walks into the glass door "mhm hmm" Mike observes ammused. He takes Gerry's hand and uses his other to pull Gerry's chin down lightly so he can kiss the goth. "Don't you wanna get inside, have a good drink and a fuck?" Mike smirks, Gerry practically melts, eyes all glazed already as he nods and lets Mike pull him into the building and up the stairs.
Gerry stands next to him uselessly as Mike unlocks the door and lets them in, he's lead to the kitchen counter where he slumps against Mike's shoulder while Mike pours them drinks. Gerry takes his whiskey and throws it back, he lets Mike pour him 2 more before clumsily kissing him with a smile growing on his lips. "One more for me?" Mike asks gently, Gerry rolls his eyes and shrugs "You're a bad influence" Gerry murmurs fondly.
Mike wasn't evil- at least he didn't like to believe he was. He did worry he was bad for Gerry- yea he had a bit of a kink for this type of thing, but he didn't want to use him, it wasn't like that. Sometimes it was the only way to help him, when Gerry wasn't drunk they were fighting or he was miserable and tweaking. Was it so wrong to want to lessen that burden? Or was Mike just excusing his own behaviour? Would trying to get him to quit alcohol just make Gerry hide his use of it or drugs like he did to Dekker?
Gerry throws back the glass and Mike pushes the thoughts from his head, whatever the answer was, this week wasn't the week to debate it cus Gerry had been on the cusp of relapse the whole time. It was the anniversary of Mary's second death which always got him on edge, he hadn't talked about it yet, but Mike could tell and he'd cought the goth trying to sneak out or taking an extra pain killer or anti depressant.
Gerry's hands start to wander and his mouth comes to Mike's neck to lick and kiss and bite- just as horny and skillful as sober (or near enough). "You're so pretty" Gerry mumbles against Mike's scarred skin, Mike smirks a little. Gerry's hand hovers over Mike's groin before cupping him "Come on Mike, gimmie something to work with- I been so good" he whines. Mike rolls his eyes fondly and turns, Gerry looses his balence and falls into Mike's arms, now standing closer. He takes a moment to not feel like everythings spinning then he goes back to kissing Mike's neck "please" he asks, grinding his hard dick on Mike's thigh and biting whats left of his lipstick off his lips. Mike kisses Gerry as he smiles "lets get you to bed" he says then taking his hand. Mike leads the goth into the bedroom, Gerry still slumped on him.
Mike lets Gerry flop onto bed, Mike goes to walk away but Gerry grabs his hand and pulls him onto the bed and him: Mike now straddling his hips. "You are far too drunk for that. You're a good fuck Gerard, but you aint that good" Mike teases, a smile at his lips as he looks the man over and Gerry groans, squirming and attempting to sit up. "Oh come on Mike, I know you like throwing me around and you know I like it" he says pulling Mike down closer by his shirt. "You finally admitting to that?" Mike smirks, "shhh" Gerry giggles a little, putting a finger on his lips before pulling Mike into a kiss. Fuck it was so hard to say no to him like this, so plyable and handsome. Mike stares for a moment before sighing "ok fine" he relents, pulling Gerry in forcefully for a kiss as the goth moans at the sudden aggressive tone shift.
He pushes away from Gerry after a moment and gets his trousers off, instructing Gerry to do the same. He straddles Gerry's hips again and kisses at his neck as Gerry's hands travel south to Mike's slick cunt. Even drunk Gerry was surprisingly still coordinated, he slowly presses 1 finger in and then 2, moving them in and out and rubbing at Mike's walls. Mike's breath was growing shallow and his stomach warm, his hips jerk down when Gerry's left hand goes to his T dick. "Wish you didn't have a micro cock" Gerry teases with a slur, Mike pushes his shoulder with a fond smile "shut up" he replies. Mike was sure for some trans men that would trigger dysphoria, but he'd rather laugh about a small dick than think about it being a big clit, Gerry teasing him like that with Mike never saying his feelings just boosted his ego. Mike bites at Gerry's collar bone as he rubs rougher at Mike's cock; pulling a moan from Gerry's lips.
Gerry's long slender fingers push further up Mikes cunt and they start to brush against his g spot- inconsistantly. Mike's getting worked up now, starting to squirm and let out quiet breathy moans from where he'd buried his face in Gerry's neck- understanding in these moments why Gerry liked his curtain of hair so much. Mike's whining as the sounds of his wet cunt grow louder and he has to push himself off Gerry "If you keep that up I'm gonna finish" he says when Gerry opens his eyes "oh no" he replies with a deadpan before smirking, Mike rolls his eyes and kisses him. He moves himself to line up with Gerry's dick and holds himself there shakily for a moment before he sinks down suddenly with a deep gutteral moan breaking from his throat. Gerry whines, his eyes closing again as he seemd to drift between consciousness, his hand on Mike's thigh still rubbing gently at it. Mike goes back to kissing Gerry all over, Gerry sleepily opening his eyes and taking Mike by his jaw to kiss him- he wasn't asleep, just floating as he so often liked to.
When he pulls away from the kiss he sits up and starts to move, Gerry rolling his hips subtly with him. Mike at this point was moaning loudly and embarrassingly, he took comfort in how drunk and basically asleep Gerry was though. He speeds up his pace, starting to fuck himself on Gerry's peirced cock like some slut you'd see on the hub. Gerry was quiet but that was pretty usual, he was groaning quietly, eyes open again and his hand back on Mike's dick, roughly rubbing it. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck Gerry fuck-shit" Mike curses suddenly on the cusp of his orgasm "such language" Gerry comments dryly. Mike dips down to kiss Gerry, tongues exploring eachother and Gerry's spare hand tangling in Mike's hair while his occupied hand only ramps up. Mike spills over the edge like a freight train hits him and he moans loudly, arms collapsing. Gerry flips them and starts thrusting into mike with a fast but unrythmic pace, Mike moaning like a whore all the while, but Gerry's head was too floaty to save it for teasing later.
Mike's nails are digging into his arms as Gerry keeps his pace long after Mike came, his hips jerking with overstimulation and sob like moans now ripping from him. "Is thi-ngh-ok" Gerry slurs through gritted teeth as the world spins in so many ways, he drops his head onto Mike's shoulder. "Don't you dare stop you smokey eyed bitch" Mike replies between sobs. The room was filled with lewd sounds and a surprising grow in volume from Gerry until he spills over deep inside Mike. Gerry manages to thrust in a couple more times before he collapses in bliss, Mike whining in his ear at the full feeling, the overstimulation, Gerry just stopping in him with his cum spilling out- it all sends him over again. His hips jerk up against Gerry's thigh for some friction and Gerry smirks and rubs his dick "horny thing you are" he mumbles. He rubs and pinches Mike's cock until Mike's whining and arching up, tears in his eyes as he hits Gerry's back and finishes again with a wrecked pained sound-little whimpers spilling from his throat.
They lie there for a couple dazzing moments, both half asleep but Mike stops himself nodding off. He pushes Gerry off gently and stands but is stopped when a corpse like hand reaches from under the covers for him. "Stay" Gerry mumbles, Mike leans down and kisses him "I'm just gonna clean up" Mike promises him, the goths hand drops as he drifts further. Mike cleans himself up then come sback and whipes Gerry. He leaves water, crackers and a bowl next to the bed before shuffling into his lovelys arms.