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MIKEY'S P.O.V.

My gut wrenched as my brother waltzed over to Frank and crashed his lips against his, knotting his hands in his hair as Frank wrapped his arms around my brother, missing a few chords. This act always killed me, it pulled on my heart strings, it was the only scene on the planet that could smash my heart into a thousand pieces enough for the pain to run down my arms. I pressed my fingers down harder on my bass frets and strummed the strings with pure passion. Frank released my brother and Gerard continued our song ‘You know what they do to guys like us in prison’ – strutting to the other end of the stage and reaching out to our screaming fans. They always liked the ‘Frerard’ moments, I hated them. I could never let Frank, Gerard or anybody ever know that. I love my brother and my band, but the love I feel for Frank is very nearly intoxicating. Everything about him makes me choke on me words and stumble around clumsily when he’s around- he really does intoxicate me.
We finished the song on a high note and my brother screamed out to the crowd.
“LONDON! YOU’VE BEEN AMAZING! THANKYOU AND GOODNIGHT!” He roared and ran off stage as the Wembley crown went nuts for us. I ran off stage and put my bass down on our dressing room couch, stripping off my shirt and wiping my face with it when I heard people crashing through the door. It was Bob with Ray on his back and Gerard with Frank on his back who stumbled through the dressing room door and sprawled at my feet, giggling like school girls on a sugar rush. Frank crawled out from under Bob and grinned up at me, looking me up and down with something I’d never seen in him before blazing deep inside his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes.
“Hey Mikes.” My older brother giggled. “What’s up honey?” He smirked and I sighed, dropping my shirt on them and picking up my bass, walking through the back doors to the tour bus. I placed my bass in my bunk where it would be safe from the guys current adrenaline rush and went for a shower. I let the warm water pelt down my body as I lathered myself with my soap- it smelt like honey, and honey rocks! I lathered my hair as well and let the sweat and the suds drain away down the plug. I found my mind once more wandering to the glorious Frank Iero. I wasn’t sure when I started thinking of Frank as more than just a friend, but it wasn’t a love at first sight thing. I had known Frank since child hood, we even went to the same school and had sleepovers all the time; my feelings for Frank had developed slowly and over time, a very long time, I was twenty five now, so almost twenty two years. I sighed and shut the shower off, shaking out my hair and wrapping a black towel around my waist and walking out of the shower and into the kitchen, pulling a tin of coke out of the fridge and leaning against the counter. Ray, Bob and Gerard were sitting in the front room, just in front of me in the open plan bus and I watched them do what they usually do after a show; Bob and Ray battling on Donkey Kong and Gerard drawing mindless sketches in his notebook. Frank walked up from the hallway behind Mikey, humming a song and snacking on skittles.
“Hey Frank.” I said and Frank just squeaked, looked me up and down and walked off quickly. What was that all about? Did he just check me out? Does he like me? Oh God.
“Gee, where did you put my pills?” I asked and he threw his head back to look at me.
“Mikes, you had one before the show, are you okay?” He asked, concerned. I had to take anxiety tablets and I normally only take one in the morning to get me out of bed and one before each show- stage fright sucks, even after all these years.
“Yeah, thunder storm heading in tonight.” I told him and he nodded- I didn’t need to say anymore, he knew I hated them.
“I put them in your bunk.”
“Thanks bro. Night, night, love you Gee.”
“Love you too Mikes.” Gee called as I walked back to the bunk room and dropped my towel, slinging on some grey sweat pants to sleep and climbing into my bunk- it was the top one.
“OW!” Someone called from underneath me and I jumped so much from the shock I fell out of the bunk and onto my butt.
“Eek! Sorry Mikey!” Frank apologized as he climbed out of my bunk to help me up.
“It’s okay, what were you doing in my bunk?” I asked, confused of what he could have been in there for.
“There’s a thunderstorm coming in tonight.” He mumbled and looked at the floor.
“So?” I asked, did he not like them either.
“I don’t like them Mikey, not since Gerard made me watch that creepy horror flick with him. I’ve always hated them but now it’s just ridiculous.” He huffed, looking down.
“I hate them too.” I had an idea. “Do you, maybe want to sleep with me tonight?” I asked shyly.
“Are you sure?” He asked and I nodded, “That would be great Mikey.”
“Okay…” I smirked, “Do you need a leg up, little one?” I asked and Frank gave me the Death glare and pouted.
“I can manage myself thanks.” He scowled and after three attempts, hauled himself into my bunk. Hmm, thank God for those gorgeous muscular arms of his, where would we be witho- STOP THINKING OF HIM LIKE THAT MIKEY! I mentally facepalmed myself and jumped up into the bunk, closing the curtain behind me and trying not to touch Frankie. A loud belt of thunder ripped through the air and Frankie whimpered, snuggling his head into the crook of my neck and throwing his arms around my waist.
“Frank?” I asked.
“Mikey?” He said sarcastically and I heard Ray say “Ray?” From outside the bunk. Idiot.
“Why did you ask to sleep with me and not the others?” I asked, my voice quiet and nervous. Did he like me too?
“I-I’m not sure, you always just make me feel safe though…and now I know you don’t like them either, I don’t have to sit up through the storms alone…maybe, we could just bunk together when there’s storms?” Frankie whispered, his voice a little shaken.
“I’d like that.” I whispered and wrapped my arms around Frank, he looked up at me curiously.
“What? Do you want me to get cramp, Frankie?” I asked and he shook his head. “Precisely.”
“Night Mikey.” Frank whispered.
“Night Frank.” I murmured. I swear he said ‘I love you’ as well and I froze.
“Did you say something Frankie?” I asked, did he say it or did he mind fuck me that much that I had started hearing things?
“N-no, I-I didn’t s-say an-nything.” He stuttered, he always was a rubbish liar so I decided to put myself out there. I could always deny it to myself later if it all went wrong.
“I love you too Frankie.” I whispered, my voice strong, sure and confident.
“What do you mean?” He asked looking up at me with hope glitering in his amazing eyes. I pulled him up the bunk slightly so he was exactly opposite me, then I leaned forwards and pressed my lips to his, he breathed a sigh of relief I didn’t know he was holding and melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. I pulled away when I needed air.
“I meant I love you, because I do, and I have done for so long Frankie.” I whispered and he pulled me closer to him, so my head was nestled in his neck.
“I’ve loved you too Mikey, for so long.” Me mumbled into my hair and I could tell his smile was just as big as mine was. I wanted to try something out, to see if this was some sick joke he and Gerard had decided to pull on me- I knew they’d never mess with my head like that but this is the anxiety talking, and when anxiety hollers, bullshit follows. I slipped one of my thighs in between Frank’s legs and started rubbing his crotch gently. I heard his breath hitch in his throat and my smile grew bigger. I rubbed a little harder and looked straight into his eyes to see his expression, lust was shimmering deep inside them, passion and love swimming in the beautiful chocolate brown orbs before me.






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