"Hey," he called softly, reaching out to put his hand on wiL's shaking shoulder. There was a tiny squeak in response, so Gerard slipped his arm around wiL's stomach and slid him closer to the middle of the bed, all the while thinking this was a bad idea and hoping wiL didn't interpret it wrongly. WiL squirmed around a bit before hesitantly tucking his head under Gerard's chin.
"Are you okay?" Gerard asked hesitantly, biting back the urge to puke everywhere because this just didn't feel right. Social situations weren't easy for him. He couldn't just smooth down wiL's hair and tell him everything's okay like Mikey could.
WiL made some sort of affirmative noise and nodded, pulling away and arching his back to look up at Gerard without having to be released from the hold. He smiled at Gerard and his insides went for a loop, his intestines painfully twisting around his spleen and launching itself up into his throat. Gerard didn't know yet what to make of the feeling, if it was just apprehension or if he really was going to be sick.
"Merci, Gerard." WiL's voice was barely a whisper against the patter of rain that all but drowned out his words.
Gerard sputtered out a "You're welcome," before tearing his gaze to the ceiling fan and keeping it there, using it as his sobriety point to pull him away and make himself numb.
Mikey tried to keep what masculinity he had left--the unicorns and tutu did a number on his rep--and not squeal like a girl when he went into the living room the next morning at the ungodly hour of 5:19 to check on his brother and wiL. All night he had worried that they wouldn't get along, that Gerard wouldn't let wiL come and live with him. In the short time that Mikey had known wiL, he'd come very attached to him. He was adorable, Alicia loved him, and he was really sweet. Mikey honestly thought that wiL was perfect for Gerard, this wasn't some stupid joke that he wanted to play on his brother. At the beginning, yeah, he just wanted to see the look on Gerard's face when he found out that he had a wife, but this had turned out a lot better than Mikey could have ever imagined.
He jumped up when he heard his name coming from Gerard, knowing this wasn't going to be pleasant. Gerard looked up at his brother, not moving in fear of waking the boy nestled into his chest.
"I don't want to hear shit about this in the morning. And don't tell your evil wife either." He narrowed his eyes, stressing that last part. Because Alicia would tell Jamia, and Jamia would tell Frank, and Frank would tell Bob, and Bob would...well, no, Frank would tell Ray too, and Gerard would end up being made fun of for the rest of forever.
Mikey would have scoffed loudly if wiL didn't look so damn peaceful. "Shut up, she's not evil, you are. Well, right now you look pretty fuckin' sweet, but most of the time you're pure, nerdy evil. Like, Mandark evil." And, with his obscure cartoon reference done for the morning, Mikey turned and skipped up the steps to finally get a little bit of sleep before the damned sun came up and made things chirp. Like, birds and squirrels and other shit that could possibly disturb him.
WiL looked positively entranced as he watched Alicia make pancakes for breakfast, every now and then adding a commentary that she couldn't understand but made her coo and pat him on the head nevertheless. Gerard sat at the island-thing in the middle of the kitchen on a stool beside Mikey, hoping that Mikey wouldn't find the need to break the silence and mention anything about seeing him wrapped up with wiL this morning. After the pancakes were done and set in front of his little brother, Gerard felt himself pretty safe, and reached out to fork himself a pancake out onto his own plate. Alicia and wiL stood on the opposite side of the island, neither feeling the urge to go get a seat to use or sit at the kitchen table that was just feet away.
It was Alicia who, not being able to stand the silence while the boys stuffed their faces, started up a conversation.
"So, Gerard, you're taking wiL back to your house today?" She asked, hoping that he didn't want wiL so she could adopt him and smother him to death with all the motherly attention she had no one else to use on, because she sure as hell was not getting pregnant.
Gerard poked at his pancakes moodily before answering, sighing like the world was ending. "Yep."
Mikey scoffed loudly to make up for earlier when he couldn't. "Oh my god, you had to go all drama queen to say one word? You're pathetic. I don't know if we should trust you to take care of wiL."
"We shouldn't! He can stay here and I can cuddle him and make him a sweater and tell him to brush his teeth!" Alicia piped up.
"Shut up, he's mine, remember?" Gerard growled. Not that he was getting protective of the kid, but depriving his brother and sister-in-law of an outlet for all their...parental wishes was funny.
"But you didn't want him yesterday!" Alicia wailed.
"Well, he's still mine, so get over it!"
"But I want to keep him...he's like a little kid that I didn't have to go through 20 hours of labor and 3 years of diapers to get. And, he's fucken adorable, look at his pretty eyes! And his cute ears! You can't take him out of New York, I'll die!" With that cry, Alicia collapsed on the table and pouted. WiL glanced over at her, concerned, and poked her in the shoulder.
She poked her head up and glanced over at him. A smile grew on her lips and she threw her arms around him, kissing him on the cheek. "Aw, wiL, you're such a sweetie! I'm gonna leave my husband for you."
Mikey threw his fork at Gerard. "You are not! Gerard, take him away!" He gestured wildly between the two until Gerard, annoyed, stood up from his stool, and all gesturing/raping of wiL stopped.
He sighed, and, with a shake of his head, held out his hand. "Come on, wiL."
WiL scampered over to Gerard in a hurry, latching himself onto him immediately because he knew his place. Gerard took him into the living room, where they sat and watched an odd cartoon about a purple dog that was afraid of everything. He smiled when Gerard put an arm around him and didn't move it away. He leaned into Gerard's side and focused on yet another talking dog. This one was funnier.
There were three trashbags full of things that Gerard had to lug out to his car without help because his brother was a scumbag who'd rather watch Gerard lift heavy things than help. Alicia was busy...raping, or whatever she was doing with wiL, so Gerard was left to the demeaning task alone. And, half the shit that was in the bags were clothes that Alicia bought for wiL. That Gerard really wanted to borrow. He noticed a few awesome jackets and scarves mixed up in the flurry of other things.
With one last grunt of displeasure, Gerard chucked the very last bag into the back of his car and slammed the trunk shut, hoping that he didn't break anything. "Michael, you suck and I hope Alicia leaves you," Gerard told his brother conversationally as he pushed past him to get into the building. Mikey fell into step behind him as they both ascended the steps.
"Well, if you don't take wiL away soon it could very well happen!" Gerard laughed because...well that would be really funny. He almost wanted it to happen just so Mikey got a nice taste of revenge.
"Wouldn't it be poetic justice that the wife you ordered for me without my permission steals your wife away?" Gerard smiled at the indignant poke to the back he got and quickened his pace up the stairs. He actually was a little worried that Alicia would be doing naughty things to the poor kid, and he didn't want to live with wiL if he constantly wakes up with nightmares about girls in too much eyeliner trying to get his pants off.
He poked his head into Mikey's apartment and called out warily, "Alicia? You're not raping anything, are you?"
"No!...Well, not your boyfriend, at least!"
Gerard scowled at the answer, wiL was not his boyfriend. Just his...hell, he didn't even know what to call him. He didn't know if they were actually married--ugh, wouldn't that be awful? And it is just like Mikey to go get him married legally without him knowing. That meant that if he got divorced, that he would be divorced, and he wasn't ready to have that hanging over his head. And did this mean that he wasn't allowed to date ever again? What if his true love was out there somewhere and he couldn't go look because he was married already? Oh, and did he have to get rings too? Because then his fans would sent mail about whatever girl they think he's married to and how they aren't good enough for him.
Mikey poked his head into the doorway over Gerard's shoulder. It amazed him how his little brother was taller than him.
"Hey, you're only supposed to be raping me!" he whimpered.
Alicia came into the living room pulling wiL in her wake. He was in an over-size gray sweater with cats all over it that made him look really small. "Doesn't he look absolutely adorable, Mikey? Can we adopt him, please? Gerard, fuck you, you can't have him, I love him too much, and you'll probably let him starve to death, and I swear to god that if you don't bring him to visit more than once a week I'll chop your dick off." She was brandishing scissors, and Gerard completely believed her. And he didn't know why he allowed sharp objects in Mikey and Alicia's apartment. It was a recipie for disaster.
Gerard raised his finger in the air, the sign that he could get just as bitchy. "No, you can not adopt him, because he is close to your age, he's mine, and I will bring him around as much as I want, and why the hell do you have scissors? And don't tell me you cut a lock of his hair."
Alicia pouted and held up a baby book. "I needed it. And I need his fingerprints too. So...fuck off."
Gerard looked over at wiL who was looking despondant leaning up against the wall, picking at the ends of his sleeves that almost entirely hid his fingers. Dark hair fell across his eyes and he was biting his lip, and damn if he didn't look cute. A little prickling sensation bothered Gerard's heart region. WiL looked up, flicking hair out of his eyes, and blushed.
"Licia?" he asked quietly.
Alicia turned around, visibly melting. "Yeah, sweetie?" Her voice was so sugary Gerard felt a caffiene rush.
"Je dois mettre dessus mon maquillage," he told her, pointing to his eyes.
"Hm? Something wrong with your eyes?"
He shook his head and made his hand into like he was holding a pencil, then held it to his eyes. Alicia frowned, but Gerard huffed and stepped forward to grab wiL's hand. He led wiL to the bathroom and dug out Mikey's eyeliner because wiL's was already packed into the car.
"Here ya go," he said, handing it over to wiL. He noticed in the mirror that he didn't have any makeup on either, but he it wasn't a big deal. He was just driving home. WiL's face lit up and he leaned up to peck Gerard's cheek.
"Merci tellement, Gerard! Vous êtes merveilleux."
Gerard didn't fully understand what he said--he heard thank you--but he knew it was good because wiL was looking up at him with a smile wider than he'd ever seen on his pretty face. "You're welcome, I guess," he muttered, a little flustered at the kiss, but he knew it was the European thing to do. He'd probably kiss someone who just gave him eyeliner as well.
He stood back against the wall as wiL leaned into the mirror and put the eyeliner on, smiled at the way he cursed in French when he jerked and messed up. He turned around and put his hand on his hip, shooting Gerard a pout. Gerard pouted back and got a smile.
"Je suis pardon," Gerard said, suddenly proud that he was a nerd who looked up ways to apologize in other languages. WiL didn't reply, just turned back around to the mirror and finished. When he was done, he turned to Gerard, eyeliner stick still perched between his fingers.
"Peux je faire votre maquillage?" wiL asked, pointing to Gerard's eyes. Gerard faked a sigh, and nodded.
"Yeah, go ahead."
He leaned back as wiL went to work on his own eyes. He kept waiting to be poked in the eye but it never happened. WiL was really careful not to poke him or crush him between the wall or anything like that. When wiL pulled back so he could see into the mirror, he smiled at his reflection. It wasn't half bad.
"You're welcome, Ger-rard," wiL replied in his broken English.