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My love, look me in the eye, don't lie... (Rayrard, Waycest, suggested Fray)
3 reviewsTold from the point of view of Gerard, hope you like it! There's a bit of a lemony hint to it though ;) also quite sad.
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I can't take this anymore! Why, of all the billions of people in the world, do I have to have fallen in love with him? I mean, there's really nothing wrong with him, he's clever, funny, kind, gentle, beautiful... The list goes on. But there's one thing wrong with him; he's my brother.
Michael James Way was born when I was three. I spent a lot of time with him when we were younger, as we grew up in a pretty rough area and there weren't many other kids around. He always trusted me; when he had his first crush, I was the first one he told. When he had his first kiss he only told me. I was the first one to be told he was gay, and I was there holding his hand when he came out to our parents. I'm now the one he comes and cries his beautiful eyes out to every single day because of the jocks in our school bullying him. I would go and sort it out, but Mikey doesn't want me to, and I want to keep him happy, even if it just temporarily. I would go to the ends of the earth and back just to see that glowing smile that has been absent for too long.
Here he is now, shutting the door softly, throwing his bag down in his room and walking slowly, dragging his feet, down to my bedroom. I can hear him crying already, and I pull out the box of tissues, walk over to the door and open it for him. He falls into my arms, and the familiar heartache sets into my chest. He lifts his tear-stained face, and I choke back a gasp. His beautiful, angelic features have been cruelly distorted; a black eye, a burst lip, cuts all over his cheeks and forehead. A storm of rage sweeps over me and I start trembling, staring at my baby brother's face, ruined, but still beautiful.
"Oh Mikey... They've gone too far this time..." I said, my voice managing to remain calm and soothing, hiding my anger and rage.
"I-I know G-Gee, b-but I c-can't do a-anyth-thing about it-t..."
"Not in this state, no, but I sure as hell will. As soon as I've made sure you're alright, whoever did this to you, I'm going over to their house and I'm going to fucking show them a thing or two... I'm sorry, Mikes, I know you don't want me to, but I have to, it's the only way it'll stop."
"G-Gee... Pleas-se... You d-don't nee-ed t-to... H-he'll cru-ush you..."
"Shhhhh, Mikey... It's ok... Let's just get these cuts cleaned up... Come on, I'll help you up the stairs."
I take him around the shoulders, supporting most of his weight, and slowly take him to the bathroom. I sit him on the toilet and get the first aid kit from the cabinet. I rip open a disinfecting wipe and hold his face up. I wipe gently across his face, wiping the blood away and making him flinch in pain. As he flinches away from my touch, I notice a large gash across his neck and drop the wipe.
"Mikey? What's this?"
"He had a knife, Gee. That's why I don't want you going over there... He'll fucking stab you or something... And I want you here with me, Gee..."
A part of me can't help but wish that he was saying this in a whole different context... But I have to focus on helping him right now. All I want right now is my Mikey to be whole again.
"Is there anywhere else that hurts? I need to know, otherwise it could get worse, ok?"
"M-my ankle... It hurts like fuck... And my side too..."
"Ok, Mikes, I think we need to take you to a hospital, get you checked out for cracked ribs or something... Are you able to walk to the car?"
"M-maybe..."
I get him up and hold onto him, being wary of his bad side and ankle, then take him to the car. I lift him into the passenger side, gently buckling him in, and walk round to the driver's side. Sliding in, I notice that his consciousness is fading slightly. I instantly start the engine, and drive across town to the City Hospital. I park as near to the Accident & Emergency doors as possible and carry him in. Almost as soon as I walk in, a doctor notices me, walks over and asks me a couple of quick questions about Mikey, then he takes him from me, drawing a cry of protest from my dry throat. I'm asked what relation I am to him, and if our parents can be contacted. I reply that they can't be contacted by anyone, they died 4 years previously, in a car crash, and I am Mikey's brother and guardian. All the way through this exchange, I stare down the corridor that Mikey was taken down, willing myself to run after him. My legs seem to have turned to concrete, and I can't move a muscle in that direction.
"Mr. Way?"
"Y-yes?"
"Could you please move to the waiting area?"
"Oh, of course, sorry."
I walk through, thinking about Mikey, and sit down on one of the chairs.
"Gerard? Gerard Way?"
I hear my name spoken softly, as if the person speaking was unsure.
"Huh?" I looked up and saw a guy that I vaguely recognised.
"Gerard, it's me, Ray... Don't you remember me?"
The name clicked. "Oh my god, Ray! How've you been, man?"
"Alright, considering... If you don't mind me asking, why are you in here?"
"Basically, my little brother got beat up and knifed by this dickhead in his school... Why're you here?"
"M-my boyfriend tried to commit... S-s..." his voice trailed off. I reached my arms around him and held him close, trying to comfort him.
"Oh Ray... It's ok, man, I'm sure he'll be ok... He'll pull through..."
"I know... But what happens if he doesn't? I don't think I could cope, Gerard. Frank's basically all I've got..."
Poor Ray; too much bad shit has happened to him that he really doesn't deserve. His parents died in the same crash as me and Mikey's, and a few months later his little brother, Aaron, killed himself because of that. I held Ray tight and stroked his puffball hair, trying desperately to calm the sobs quaking through his body.
"Ray Toro?"
Oh god, that's one of the nurses... This isn't going to be good.
"T-that's me..."
"Could you come through here a moment?"
I give him one last tight squeeze, and he gets up and goes through to the small back room. I walk over and wait outside the door. A few minutes later, he comes out sobbing and falls into my arms wordlessly. I close my eyes and just let him cry as much as he needs to. The nurse mouths an apology to me and I smile sadly in acknowledgement. I coax him over to the chairs and sit him down, taking the chair next to him.
"Ray, I'm so sorry... If there is anything I can do to help you, just tell me... I will do anything to help you."
He sits up, whimpering tearfully, "Th-thanks Gerard... I really appreciate it..."
I take his hand and squeeze it comfortingly. He starts sniffling and I search through my pockets for a tissue. Finding one, I hand it over and he wipes his nose with it.
I notice a nurse walk into the room and look around.
"Gerard Way?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"Could I speak to you please?"
"Ok." I turn to Ray. "Ray, will you be ok without me for a couple of minutes?"
He nods and I walk over to the woman.
"You're brother and guardian of Michael Way, yes?"
"Yes." I answer.
"He's now stable, but he's in a coma, and we've given him an X-ray. He has two broken ribs and a badly sprained ankle. We'll need to try and fix it as soon as possible, so could you sign these forms, please?"
I take the pen, read over the forms, and sign them. She thanks me, then bustles off to help Mikey. I go and sit back down next to Ray, who has calmed down a little.
"How's Mikey?"
"Stable, thank god... He's got a couple of cracked ribs and he's in a coma, but he should be ok... The doctors are doing the best they can. I'm gonna head home, do you want to come with me? It's still early, and I'd like to catch up."
"Yeah, I'd like that." he smiled.
"I gotta give them my number, I'll be two seconds..." I walk over to the desk and give them my phone number. I thank the kind woman and turned around, nearly bumping into Ray.
"Shall we go, then?"
"Yeah, sure, lead the way."
We walk to the car in silence, both thinking about the ones that brought us here. I'm so worried about Mikey, and I want to help Ray too, he just lost his boyfriend... I honestly cannot imagine how he must feel, after all these deaths... Nobody deserves to go through that kind of stuff...
We get to the car, and I unlock it, getting into the driver's side. He gets in the other side, and I drive away.
The drive is mostly silent, apart from when my radio starts messing up and switching on by itself. I pull into my shabby little street and park outside the house.
Ray is the first to get out and he walks slowly over to the door with me following behind him, struggling to get my keys out. Finally wrestling them out of my too-tight skinnies, I unlock the door and let him in to me and Mikey's little house.
"Take a seat, I'll be right back..." I said, walking through to the kitchen. "Do you want a drink? I've got coke, beer, coffee, tea...?"
"I'll have a coffee thanks, Gerard. This is a nice place you've got... Suits you two perfectly, I think."
"Thanks, man, we tried to make it our own... We never use half of it, though, cuz it was... theirs..." I can't believe that even after all these years, I still can't say the "p" word... It's like it gets caught at the back of my throat and threatens to choke me.
"Do you take milk or sugar?"
"Just milk please."
"Ok, here's your coffee."
"Thanks..."
I sit down next to him and a small awkward silence descends on us.
"Hey, do you want to stay over?"
"Yeah, sure... I'm not sure I want to go back home, what with all his stuff there... I've not got any nightclothes or anything, though..."
"It's alright, I'm sure we can find something..."
some time later
"Hey, Ray... I'm gonna go to bed now, I'll see you in the morning..." I say, getting up and walking over to him, giving him a hug. He wraps his arms around me and, to my surprise, gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek. He blushes and starts gabbling random stuff at me, trying to make excuses, and I attempt to calm him down.
"Shhh, Ray, stop, it's ok, I understand... You don't need to freak out..."
"Ok, anyway, night gee!" he says, getting up and taking the large t-shirt and jogging bottoms that we found upstairs to Mikey's room. I walk down to my room and start getting undressed. A few minutes later, I hear a knock on my door, and I get up and open it slowly, revealing Ray standing there awkwardly.
"I-I can't sleep there, gee... It's too lonely... Could I, possibly, maybe sleep in beside you? I mean, i-if that's a problem, then it's ok, but..."
"Shhh, Ray, of course you can sleep down here if you want. I think I'll get pyjamas on, though, I don't think you'll want me beside you in just my boxers..."
"I-it's ok, I don't mind... Sleep however you want..."
"I'll put pyjamas on..."
I search through my drawers, and find one set of pyjamas left; the skeleton onesie suit Mikey got for me a couple of Christmases ago as a joke. I slip it on and get into bed beside Ray, who cuddles into me like a lost child. I cuddle him back, sighing. He leans over and kisses me firmly on the lips, and I find myself kissing back. He pulls away, shocked, and opens his mouth to apologise. He doesn't get a chance to, as I press my lips to his, sliding my tongue gently into his mouth. He moans softly and starts kissing me needily, slipping one arm around my back. I can feel through the material of our pyjamas that he has a hard-on, and I push my hips gently against his. He seems to be quite big, which causes me to smile, but I pull away from our kiss.
"Ray... I don't wanna do anything you'll regret... Are you sure you wanna do this now?"
"Please gee... I need it..."
I slowly slide my hand down to his crotch, rubbing his dick gently through the trousers. He moans softly, arching his hips upwards and I rub harder.
"F-fuck... Gee, I w-want to feel you inside me... P-please..."
I smirk and pull his pyjama bottoms down, moaning as his thick length comes into view. I take hold of it and lick up and down its length, sucking gently on the tip every so often. He starts moaning, and I slowly move further and further down his shaft until the tip is deep in my throat and my nose is buried in his pubes. I gently massage it with my tongue, making him buck and moan needily. Pulling away, I smirk at him and unzip my pyjama suit, sliding it off my upper half, then sliding it down my legs, discarding it. I look back at Ray, who is staring at me as if I were the most valuable item in the world. I smile coyly and trace my fingers up and down his leg, getting closer and closer to his crotch. He pushes my hand away, wraps his legs around my waist, and lifts his hips up, rubbing his ass against my thighs.
"Fuck gee... Please... I want to have your cock rammed so far up my ass it feels like you're going right through me... I want you to fuck me so hard, I can barely walk tomorrow..."
"Your wish is my command, my dear."
I lift his legs up, position myself against his hole, and gently push in, feeling the tight ring of muscle widening to let me in. I groaned and pushed in further, causing Ray to whimper and squirm.
"You're so big... Much bigger than... F..." Ray whimpered and started crying quietly. I pulled out, moved over to him and wiped his tears away, stroking his hair.
"I think we should stop... You're nowhere near over him, and that's ok... I don't think it's the best thing to do at the moment."
"No, please gee. I want you to..."
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So, what's Gerard going to do?? Is he going to go with ray against his better judgement, or is he going to stick by his decision? Hahaha, you're not gonna find out until at least January! Have a merry Christmas, and a happy new year!
Razor2therosary97 xxxxxxxx
Michael James Way was born when I was three. I spent a lot of time with him when we were younger, as we grew up in a pretty rough area and there weren't many other kids around. He always trusted me; when he had his first crush, I was the first one he told. When he had his first kiss he only told me. I was the first one to be told he was gay, and I was there holding his hand when he came out to our parents. I'm now the one he comes and cries his beautiful eyes out to every single day because of the jocks in our school bullying him. I would go and sort it out, but Mikey doesn't want me to, and I want to keep him happy, even if it just temporarily. I would go to the ends of the earth and back just to see that glowing smile that has been absent for too long.
Here he is now, shutting the door softly, throwing his bag down in his room and walking slowly, dragging his feet, down to my bedroom. I can hear him crying already, and I pull out the box of tissues, walk over to the door and open it for him. He falls into my arms, and the familiar heartache sets into my chest. He lifts his tear-stained face, and I choke back a gasp. His beautiful, angelic features have been cruelly distorted; a black eye, a burst lip, cuts all over his cheeks and forehead. A storm of rage sweeps over me and I start trembling, staring at my baby brother's face, ruined, but still beautiful.
"Oh Mikey... They've gone too far this time..." I said, my voice managing to remain calm and soothing, hiding my anger and rage.
"I-I know G-Gee, b-but I c-can't do a-anyth-thing about it-t..."
"Not in this state, no, but I sure as hell will. As soon as I've made sure you're alright, whoever did this to you, I'm going over to their house and I'm going to fucking show them a thing or two... I'm sorry, Mikes, I know you don't want me to, but I have to, it's the only way it'll stop."
"G-Gee... Pleas-se... You d-don't nee-ed t-to... H-he'll cru-ush you..."
"Shhhhh, Mikey... It's ok... Let's just get these cuts cleaned up... Come on, I'll help you up the stairs."
I take him around the shoulders, supporting most of his weight, and slowly take him to the bathroom. I sit him on the toilet and get the first aid kit from the cabinet. I rip open a disinfecting wipe and hold his face up. I wipe gently across his face, wiping the blood away and making him flinch in pain. As he flinches away from my touch, I notice a large gash across his neck and drop the wipe.
"Mikey? What's this?"
"He had a knife, Gee. That's why I don't want you going over there... He'll fucking stab you or something... And I want you here with me, Gee..."
A part of me can't help but wish that he was saying this in a whole different context... But I have to focus on helping him right now. All I want right now is my Mikey to be whole again.
"Is there anywhere else that hurts? I need to know, otherwise it could get worse, ok?"
"M-my ankle... It hurts like fuck... And my side too..."
"Ok, Mikes, I think we need to take you to a hospital, get you checked out for cracked ribs or something... Are you able to walk to the car?"
"M-maybe..."
I get him up and hold onto him, being wary of his bad side and ankle, then take him to the car. I lift him into the passenger side, gently buckling him in, and walk round to the driver's side. Sliding in, I notice that his consciousness is fading slightly. I instantly start the engine, and drive across town to the City Hospital. I park as near to the Accident & Emergency doors as possible and carry him in. Almost as soon as I walk in, a doctor notices me, walks over and asks me a couple of quick questions about Mikey, then he takes him from me, drawing a cry of protest from my dry throat. I'm asked what relation I am to him, and if our parents can be contacted. I reply that they can't be contacted by anyone, they died 4 years previously, in a car crash, and I am Mikey's brother and guardian. All the way through this exchange, I stare down the corridor that Mikey was taken down, willing myself to run after him. My legs seem to have turned to concrete, and I can't move a muscle in that direction.
"Mr. Way?"
"Y-yes?"
"Could you please move to the waiting area?"
"Oh, of course, sorry."
I walk through, thinking about Mikey, and sit down on one of the chairs.
"Gerard? Gerard Way?"
I hear my name spoken softly, as if the person speaking was unsure.
"Huh?" I looked up and saw a guy that I vaguely recognised.
"Gerard, it's me, Ray... Don't you remember me?"
The name clicked. "Oh my god, Ray! How've you been, man?"
"Alright, considering... If you don't mind me asking, why are you in here?"
"Basically, my little brother got beat up and knifed by this dickhead in his school... Why're you here?"
"M-my boyfriend tried to commit... S-s..." his voice trailed off. I reached my arms around him and held him close, trying to comfort him.
"Oh Ray... It's ok, man, I'm sure he'll be ok... He'll pull through..."
"I know... But what happens if he doesn't? I don't think I could cope, Gerard. Frank's basically all I've got..."
Poor Ray; too much bad shit has happened to him that he really doesn't deserve. His parents died in the same crash as me and Mikey's, and a few months later his little brother, Aaron, killed himself because of that. I held Ray tight and stroked his puffball hair, trying desperately to calm the sobs quaking through his body.
"Ray Toro?"
Oh god, that's one of the nurses... This isn't going to be good.
"T-that's me..."
"Could you come through here a moment?"
I give him one last tight squeeze, and he gets up and goes through to the small back room. I walk over and wait outside the door. A few minutes later, he comes out sobbing and falls into my arms wordlessly. I close my eyes and just let him cry as much as he needs to. The nurse mouths an apology to me and I smile sadly in acknowledgement. I coax him over to the chairs and sit him down, taking the chair next to him.
"Ray, I'm so sorry... If there is anything I can do to help you, just tell me... I will do anything to help you."
He sits up, whimpering tearfully, "Th-thanks Gerard... I really appreciate it..."
I take his hand and squeeze it comfortingly. He starts sniffling and I search through my pockets for a tissue. Finding one, I hand it over and he wipes his nose with it.
I notice a nurse walk into the room and look around.
"Gerard Way?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"Could I speak to you please?"
"Ok." I turn to Ray. "Ray, will you be ok without me for a couple of minutes?"
He nods and I walk over to the woman.
"You're brother and guardian of Michael Way, yes?"
"Yes." I answer.
"He's now stable, but he's in a coma, and we've given him an X-ray. He has two broken ribs and a badly sprained ankle. We'll need to try and fix it as soon as possible, so could you sign these forms, please?"
I take the pen, read over the forms, and sign them. She thanks me, then bustles off to help Mikey. I go and sit back down next to Ray, who has calmed down a little.
"How's Mikey?"
"Stable, thank god... He's got a couple of cracked ribs and he's in a coma, but he should be ok... The doctors are doing the best they can. I'm gonna head home, do you want to come with me? It's still early, and I'd like to catch up."
"Yeah, I'd like that." he smiled.
"I gotta give them my number, I'll be two seconds..." I walk over to the desk and give them my phone number. I thank the kind woman and turned around, nearly bumping into Ray.
"Shall we go, then?"
"Yeah, sure, lead the way."
We walk to the car in silence, both thinking about the ones that brought us here. I'm so worried about Mikey, and I want to help Ray too, he just lost his boyfriend... I honestly cannot imagine how he must feel, after all these deaths... Nobody deserves to go through that kind of stuff...
We get to the car, and I unlock it, getting into the driver's side. He gets in the other side, and I drive away.
The drive is mostly silent, apart from when my radio starts messing up and switching on by itself. I pull into my shabby little street and park outside the house.
Ray is the first to get out and he walks slowly over to the door with me following behind him, struggling to get my keys out. Finally wrestling them out of my too-tight skinnies, I unlock the door and let him in to me and Mikey's little house.
"Take a seat, I'll be right back..." I said, walking through to the kitchen. "Do you want a drink? I've got coke, beer, coffee, tea...?"
"I'll have a coffee thanks, Gerard. This is a nice place you've got... Suits you two perfectly, I think."
"Thanks, man, we tried to make it our own... We never use half of it, though, cuz it was... theirs..." I can't believe that even after all these years, I still can't say the "p" word... It's like it gets caught at the back of my throat and threatens to choke me.
"Do you take milk or sugar?"
"Just milk please."
"Ok, here's your coffee."
"Thanks..."
I sit down next to him and a small awkward silence descends on us.
"Hey, do you want to stay over?"
"Yeah, sure... I'm not sure I want to go back home, what with all his stuff there... I've not got any nightclothes or anything, though..."
"It's alright, I'm sure we can find something..."
some time later
"Hey, Ray... I'm gonna go to bed now, I'll see you in the morning..." I say, getting up and walking over to him, giving him a hug. He wraps his arms around me and, to my surprise, gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek. He blushes and starts gabbling random stuff at me, trying to make excuses, and I attempt to calm him down.
"Shhh, Ray, stop, it's ok, I understand... You don't need to freak out..."
"Ok, anyway, night gee!" he says, getting up and taking the large t-shirt and jogging bottoms that we found upstairs to Mikey's room. I walk down to my room and start getting undressed. A few minutes later, I hear a knock on my door, and I get up and open it slowly, revealing Ray standing there awkwardly.
"I-I can't sleep there, gee... It's too lonely... Could I, possibly, maybe sleep in beside you? I mean, i-if that's a problem, then it's ok, but..."
"Shhh, Ray, of course you can sleep down here if you want. I think I'll get pyjamas on, though, I don't think you'll want me beside you in just my boxers..."
"I-it's ok, I don't mind... Sleep however you want..."
"I'll put pyjamas on..."
I search through my drawers, and find one set of pyjamas left; the skeleton onesie suit Mikey got for me a couple of Christmases ago as a joke. I slip it on and get into bed beside Ray, who cuddles into me like a lost child. I cuddle him back, sighing. He leans over and kisses me firmly on the lips, and I find myself kissing back. He pulls away, shocked, and opens his mouth to apologise. He doesn't get a chance to, as I press my lips to his, sliding my tongue gently into his mouth. He moans softly and starts kissing me needily, slipping one arm around my back. I can feel through the material of our pyjamas that he has a hard-on, and I push my hips gently against his. He seems to be quite big, which causes me to smile, but I pull away from our kiss.
"Ray... I don't wanna do anything you'll regret... Are you sure you wanna do this now?"
"Please gee... I need it..."
I slowly slide my hand down to his crotch, rubbing his dick gently through the trousers. He moans softly, arching his hips upwards and I rub harder.
"F-fuck... Gee, I w-want to feel you inside me... P-please..."
I smirk and pull his pyjama bottoms down, moaning as his thick length comes into view. I take hold of it and lick up and down its length, sucking gently on the tip every so often. He starts moaning, and I slowly move further and further down his shaft until the tip is deep in my throat and my nose is buried in his pubes. I gently massage it with my tongue, making him buck and moan needily. Pulling away, I smirk at him and unzip my pyjama suit, sliding it off my upper half, then sliding it down my legs, discarding it. I look back at Ray, who is staring at me as if I were the most valuable item in the world. I smile coyly and trace my fingers up and down his leg, getting closer and closer to his crotch. He pushes my hand away, wraps his legs around my waist, and lifts his hips up, rubbing his ass against my thighs.
"Fuck gee... Please... I want to have your cock rammed so far up my ass it feels like you're going right through me... I want you to fuck me so hard, I can barely walk tomorrow..."
"Your wish is my command, my dear."
I lift his legs up, position myself against his hole, and gently push in, feeling the tight ring of muscle widening to let me in. I groaned and pushed in further, causing Ray to whimper and squirm.
"You're so big... Much bigger than... F..." Ray whimpered and started crying quietly. I pulled out, moved over to him and wiped his tears away, stroking his hair.
"I think we should stop... You're nowhere near over him, and that's ok... I don't think it's the best thing to do at the moment."
"No, please gee. I want you to..."
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So, what's Gerard going to do?? Is he going to go with ray against his better judgement, or is he going to stick by his decision? Hahaha, you're not gonna find out until at least January! Have a merry Christmas, and a happy new year!
Razor2therosary97 xxxxxxxx
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