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A/N: So this is going to be a double apology on Bondage too, but I am soooo sorry for taking so long to update. School has been hell and I have three kids in different states of graduation. My oldest is out of high school now and my youngest is going into first grade. There has also been a lot of drama with my kids dad's and well it just sucked, plus I miss my dad 24 years later so yeah, I have been an emotional basket case. Now onto our chapter. @~@
Mikey Mikey Mikey. This is a Mikey focused chapter. Sorry there will not be much Gee and Frankie, but trust me, the next three chapters will more than make up for it, I promise you. ^0^
Oh and with in the next few posts of Bondage Mansion, I am going to leave teaser of the next hentai I am going to take on. I am really excited about this one too. ^-^
Oh for those of you who do not know, tako is octopus and unagi is eel, two of mine and *Trixgrl's* favorite kind of sushi!
So non-sequtor, but everyone get their copies of the TLFK yet? I saw all the pics of Gee signing and I swear he ages backwards! He also looks really good and really happy. I think he is finally living his life and having a blast. I am really happy for him and no matter how much I miss the band, I want him to stay happy, all of them. ^-^
Okay, enough fucking babbling, please enjoy and comment so I know how much you did! ^-^
Title of chapter taken from "Rent"
*An Hour Earlier*
”Pete, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
”Relax, if anyone comes in we will hear the bell ring.”
”Still, I just feel better if we wait till we get upstairs and..”
”But Trick, I don’t want to wait any longer. Come on please? I’ll make it worth your while.”
”Ah ah ha ha, okay okay, uh uh, you win Pete.”
*Frank*
”Superhero fucking costume?! Who the hell does he think I am? Fucking Batman?!”
Frank grumbled to himself as he made his way to P&P’s Boutique. Mikey had stayed over that night and after breakfast, he helped Frank clean up. In exchange Frank dropped Mikey off at home so he could change and meet Ray later on. Gerard had come up with an idea for the next chapter, but of course he needed the visual.
”Come on Frankie, it will be awesome!”
”I am not putting on tights Gee!”
”I didn’t say tights, not all superheros wear tights.”
”Or a fucking cape!”
”Not all heroes wear capes either Frankie.”
Gerard sat there pouting and of course Frank could not resist. So here he is hoping to find something that will be acceptable as a superhero, minus the tights and cape of course.
Frank walked up to the door and noticed that the bell was sitting on the stoop. He picked it up and dusted it off. He opened the door.
”Hello? Pete? Patrick?”
Frank walked further into the store. Everything seemed normal, but he did not see either boy around. Frank walked further into the store when he heard rustling. He heard a faint voice too. It sounded like groaning coming from the stock room. He had a vision of Pete and Patrick tied up and gagged after being robbed. He hurried to the door and pushed it open.
”Oh my God, Pete, Patrick are you all…”
They were all right, in fact more than alright. Patrick was leaning against shelves with his pants around his ankles and Pete was on his knees with an impressive sized, if Frank could say so, cock in his mouth. All three just froze.
”Um...so…yeah...I will just wait for you two out here.”
Frank backed up out of the room and let the door shut in front of him. He made his way over to the counter and started to count down
”5…4…3…2…1”
”PETER FUCKING WENTZ!!!!”
Now Frank was close to losing it. Pete came tearing out of the stock room with Patrick close behind brandish a mannequin arm. Frank hit the ground and started to roll around clutching his stomach. Pete was ducking behind a clothes rack as Patrick moved around trying to whack him in the head.
”You said we would hear the bell if someone came in!”
”We would have, we should have, I mean unless…”
Pete looked over at Frank who was lying on the ground on his stomach with one hand under his chin and the other holding up the small brass bell. Patrick looked over and threw his arms, the mannequin included, up in the air.
”I fucking give up!”
Patrick stalked back into the stock room and Frank collapsed once again in laughter and tears. Pete stayed hidden a little longer and then crawled out to Frank. Frank just looked up at Pete and smirked.
”So how was he?”
”Fucking huge!”
”Yeah, I saw that.”
”That sucked, I was so close too.”
"Jesus fuck Pete, only you man, only you.”
”So was this a cockblock or did you actually need something Frankie?”
*Mikey*
Mikey trudged down the street. His Sidekick missing from its usual place in front of him. Instead it was tucked gently in the pocket of his shorts. He scratched at the top of the knee high socks and adjusted the buckles on his heeled Mary Jane style shoes. The simple tank top that he wore had just a touch of lace on the sleeves. It did not matter though because for the first time in a long time, Mikey did not care what he looked like. He continued to stare at the sidewalk as he moved by memory alone. He was passing through the end of town now, slinking quietly by the book store. Mikey did not see Bob look out the window at that moment. He also did not see him pick up the phone and dial someone. Furthermore he did not see the expression of concern as he spoke quickly into the mouth piece. Mikey saw none of this. He just kept going.
*Frank*
”Yeah, okay Bob. Well where is he now? Oh, Okay, I see him. Yeah, and thanks.”
Frank burst out of P&P when he saw Mikey coming down the walkway. He looked at Mikey and saw his body language bathed in sadness. Mikey had on a simple outfit, but anyone could see it was wrong. The socks were not the same shade. One shoe was scuffed. The tank top was untucked on one side. The saddest feature was the bunny ears though. Mikey only wore his bunny ears when he really wanted to impress someone. That was Mikey to the 10th power coming at you. Now they were barely hanging on and one was flopped forward. It broke his heart to see his best friend so down.
”Mikey?”
Mikey stopped and looked up. He saw Frank in front of him and tears welled up in his eyes.
”Oh Frankie!”
Mikey ran into Frank’s arms and collapsed in heaving sobs. Frank protectively wrapped his arms around the slender frame and held him while he cried. Pete came out of the store and offered a hand. He helped lift Mikey up on one side and they both walked him into the store. Patrick came around the counter and looked frantically for a spare chair. He found one under a pile of clothes and pushed them off onto the ground. He brought the chair over and Frank and Pete carefully placed Mikey into it. Mikey sagged forward still crying, knees turned inward and bunny ears nearly falling off. Pete went and got some water and handed it to Frank. Frank opened the bottle and carefully lifted Mikey’s head so that he would drink a little. The water dribbled out of his lips mostly, but he got some in. Mikey was as limp as a rag doll and Pete curled up in Patrick’s arms to be protected from the sadness that he was giving off. Frank looked into Mikey’s eyes and saw an emptiness that broke his heart.
”Come on Mikey, I’ll take you home.”
*Gerard*
The door opened and Gerard sat up expecting to see Frank with a bag from some clothing store. What he did not expect to see was Frank practically carrying his baby brother into the house. Gerard jumped up and ran to them, but Frank put up his hand. Gerard stumbled back.
”No Gee, back up, I will handle this one personally.“
Gerard could see that Mikey was a mess. His face remained hidden by his hair and the bunny ears that were barely holding on. He wanted to scoop him up in his arms and soothe his fears. He wanted to swallow all his tears and feed him his life’s breath from his own lips. Gerard would do anything to make Mikey smile again. He trusted Frank though, and instead of taking matters into his own hands he let Frank do what he thought was best for his baby brother. Instead he went to lay down for a bit and conserve his own energy. He did not need to have Frank worrying about him too.
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*Mikey*
It tasted so good sliding around on his tongue. Cool and inviting. The texture was Mikey’s favorite. Little bumps and veins running all through it. He played with it a little more, savoring the taste, then he swallowed it.
”More Mikey?”
”Oh God, yes please Frankie!”
Frank moved from where he was in front of Mikey and crossed over to the fridge. He pulled out three more pieces of tako and placed them on the plate. He then crossed back to the rice cooker and after wetting his hands took a small handful of rice and molded it to fit the piece of tako. He placed all three on the plate and brought them back over to Mikey. Mikey picked up the piece of sushi delicately and after slightly dipping it in soy sauce, he placed it gently on his tongue and savored the flavor before chewing and swallowing.
”You make the best sushi hands down Frankie! I miss this from the dorm.”
”Yeah no one figured that was what we had in the little fridge in our room. They just assumed it was full of beer.”
”Nope, sushi and sake!”
At that Mikey picked up his sake cup and crashed it into Frank’s.
”KANPAI!”
They shouted cheers into the air and downed the cup of sake. Mikey was feeling good now. His belly was full of tako and unagi and his head was swimming with strawberry leaf flavored sake. He unloaded on Frank while he was making the sushi rice and chilling the sake. Frank was an expert on sake. He knew that the perfect temperature was one degree above water freezing. Frank had asked Mikey whether he wanted hot sake today, which was kept one degree different from body temp, but today he wanted it cold. It was good too. Matched perfectly with the delicate sushi flavor. None of the plum shit here, only the most palatable ended up in Frank’s cupboard.
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”Sho Frankie, wha wha what I do now?”
”Man Mikey, you should just go fer it.”
”Huh?”
”Just fuck it, oh and him too. Just grab the fro and ya know, take charge.”
”Ya think it will work?”
”Fuck if I know, but it couldn’t hurt?
”Spoose not, but what if he says no?”
”Then fuck him, e donna wah he’s missin.”
”Yeah, yer right Frankie. I’m gonna do it.”
”Want me to drive you?”
”Nah you’re dro trunk to trive.”
”Well sooo are you MikeyfuckingWay!”
”So I kin walk.”
”Oh my God, look at you two!”
”AH SHUT UP GEE!”
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Mikey woke up with a slight headache and trapped between two warm bodies. He looked up and realized that it was after three and the sun was getting ready to start setting. Both Gerard and Frank had their arms around him, keeping him safe. He looked down at them both fondly and then slipped out from their grasp. He made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. While there he thought about the day. How the morning was a disaster and once again Ray did nothing to let Mikey know that he wanted him. Ray had dropped Mikey off at his house before heading to the store, but Mikey didn’t want to be there with a reminder of how empty his home and bed was. That is how he ended up walking through town feeling low. He did not know how Frank knew he was there, but he was grateful to whoever told him. He shook himself off and flushed. He washed his hands and looked around at the little things that screamed Frank in the room. He was so lucky to have him and Gee, but he could not help wanting more. He knew that they would always be there for him and he knew that he could have fun with them almost whenever, but he really needed to take charge of his life and he thought he knew how to now.
Leaving a note for Frankie, Mikey borrowed his car and headed home. When he arrived he stripped and jumped in the shower. He made sure to use his best soap and shave his legs and under his arms. He did not have to worry about his face so much right now. He jumped out of the shower and headed into his bedroom. He stopped in front of his full length mirror and dropped the towel. He took in his body shape. Still could tell he was a guy, but he had hips that could be accentuated with the right outfit. His legs were long and matched his lean torso perfectly. His arms were graceful and flowed with the rest of his body. Mikey walked to his drawers and pulled out a simple pair of cotton panties. He slipped them on and adjusted them so that his cock was snuggled into place. He then slipped on a basic tight fitting tee shirt that was just a little too short for his frame. He found simple no show socks and then slip on a pair of tight fitting jeans that hung low on his hips. He slipped on his sneakers. Mikey walked into the bathroom and put on just a touch of eye makeup. He smudged it lightly. He combed his hair and sprayed it so that it say perfectly on his head. He looked at his reflection and smiled. He blew a kiss at it and left the room. He grabbed Frank’s keys, hopped in the car and headed into town. His destination, Ray’s shop.
*Ray*
Hardly any traffic today at the store. A few canvases and some tubes of paint, but other than that it had been quiet all afternoon. Ray was leaning on the counter letting his hair hang down and brush the newspaper he was glancing at. He was beyond bored. He was thinking about closing early when he heard the door chime. He looked up to greet the customer when his mouth went dry and he was unable to articulate anything. There stood Mikey looking amazing. He walked in and closed the door behind him. He reached up and flipped over the ‘Sorry, We Are Closed’ sign and pulled the shade down. He turned back around and leaned against the door with a slight slouch.
”Hey Ray, how’s tricks?”
”H-H-Hey Mikey, you look um…”
”Delicious? Delectable? Desirable?”
”Uh…good, you look good. I like the jeans they um…”
”Make my ass look amazing?“
”Yeah, I mean, no, what?”
Mikey pulled off the door and sauntered over to the counter. He hopped on and spun around so that he was facing Ray. Ray swallowed hard as the shirt Mikey was wearing rode up and showed his perfect smooth skin, flawless with no hair…no hair. Ray also noticed that Mikey smelled good like right after a shower. He noted that his hair was slightly damp too. Perhaps he did just get out of the shower, got dressed, and then…came…straight…here…uh oh.
*Mikey*
Mikey smirked as he watched the realization of what was happening take over Ray’s expression. Before Ray had a chance to protest, Mikey swung his legs to either side of Ray and clamped them around his waist pulling the older man to him. Mikey perched further off the counter so that instead of Ray’s groin hitting the counter edge, it contacted Mikey’s. Ray yelped at the contact, but Mikey saw in his eyes that he could not deny one thing…he was hard. Ray looked down at the counter and blushed. Mikey lifted up his chin with two fingers and focused his gaze on Ray. He stared into his eyes and saw confusion, shame, want, desire, and love. Mikey smiled and that seemed to relax Ray a bit. He ran his hand into Ray’s hair and to the back of his neck. He slowly pulled Ray towards him. Mikey encountered a little bit of resistance, but after a minute, all the fight seeped out of Ray and he went willingly. Mikey reached up with his other hand and ran his thumb over Ray’s bottom lip. He moved it and replaced it with his own lips. He slowly slipped his tongue out and asked for permission by licking along the area. Ray gave a slight moan and parted his lips slightly. Mikey took full advantage of this and licked along the inside of Ray’s mouth. Ray’s breathing started to get heavier and that is exactly what Mikey was hoping for. He could feel Ray shudder in his arms and grow harder, unconsciously pushing himself up against Mikey. Suddenly, Ray let out a growl and grabbed Mikey by the shoulders and kissed him fiercely. Mikey squealed and wrapped his arms around Ray. He pushed into the messy kiss of all teeth and tongues. Mikey pulled away gasping for air.
”Ray, I…”
”Shut up Mikey! God, do you have any idea what you do to me? How hard it is for me to hold myself back around you? Fuck!”
Mikey was shocked at Ray’s outburst and even more shocked as Ray pushed him down on the counter and lifted up his shirt. He licked a stripe across Mikey’s stomach and bit lightly on his hip bones. This made Mikey shake and thread his fingers through Ray’s hair again.
”Your fucking hair, the way you smell, your clothes, God your clothes Mikeyway. Sometimes I just want to bend you over and take you right there not giving a fuck who’s around. Make you scream my name."
Mikey moaned at Ray’s dirty talk. Who was this man and where was the sweet Ray that was always around Gee? Gee…that’s it.
”pant Do you hold yourself back gasp because of Gee?”
Now Ray stopped and looked up at Mikey. He eyes were wide and filled with lust for Mikey.
”Well yeah. Wait…did you think it was you?”
Now it was Mikey’s turn to blush.
”Oh Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, no no no, it was never you. Gerard is so protective of you, I just figured I had to take it slow in order to be with you.”
Mikey felt the flood gates open and felt Ray lift him gently into his arms. He wrapped him up tight like Frank and Gerard do and let him cry.
”I thought I was not good enough for you, that you did not like the way I dressed or looked.”
”No no no, Mikey, I am crazy about you. You, just the way you are. Clothes, no clothes, it does not change how I feel about you. I love you Mikey Way, I always have from the moment I saw you when I first met Gerard. I fell for the awkward kid who was just getting use to his body and discovering that he liked dresses and skirts. Even back then, I loved you.”
Mikey looked at Ray and Ray smiled at him. The sight of it warmed his heart and he realized that he felt the same way. He had never really looked at anyone else the way he looked at Ray. He remembered how excited he was when Gerard would invite Ray over to hang out and let Mikey and Frank join in. He had always thought it was reverence, but now he realized it was something more.
”I love you too Ray.”
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*Gerard*
”Where the fuck is he?”
”Calm down Frankie, I am sure he is fine.”
”Fine Gee? Fine? Explain why he took off without saying anything? Why he took my car? Why he isn’t answering any of my texts?!”
”Maybe because he was taking your advice and getting spectacularly laid.”
Gerard turned around and saw Mikey leaning against the door frame holding Frank’s key out in the air. Mikey looked…well fucked. His jeans were half off his hip and his shirt was wrinkled in places. His hair was slightly sticking up at a few angles; he had most likely smoothed down the rest. Mikey looked amazing and completely content. He crossed over to Frank and, while tossing the keys for Gerard to catch, wrapped his arms around Frank’s neck and kissed him hard. Gerard caught the keys and then realized what Mikey had said.
”Wait a minute, who got spectacularly laid?”
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*Frank*
Frank found himself back at P&P’s again. He was looking among the clothing while Mikey sat with Pete, who was completely enraptured, and regaled his story of amazing sex with Ray that afternoon. Pete was hanging on his every word and Frank just rolled his eyes. Pete was a sucker for a good story, especially if it had porn in it. Frank drifted further away from the two and continued on his mission.
While he was looking through one of the racks, something caught his eye. There was a box that said ‘Irregular’ in the corner. He went over to it and opened it up. Inside he found a black shirt with yellow sleeves. One of the sleeves had two black bands on it, but the other one had a diagonal black stripe coming of one of the black bars. The shirt collar was yellow, but the rest of the shirt was black. He pulled it out and underneath was an army vest. It had a yellow patch falling off it with black marks. The pocket on the other side was coming loose. Frank held up both of these items and brought them over to the jeans. He pulled out a pair that were black, but had a green waist that matched the color of the vest. He looked at all the items again and smiled.
”Hey Patrick, would you be willing to sell stuff from the box in the corner?”
”What? Nah Frank you can just have that stuff. Bunch of it came in defective and we just send it back to the company. It is already written off in the books.”
”Hey thanks man!”
Frank held the outfit together and looked in the mirror. He closed his eyes and tried to envision the character that Gerard needed to see. ‘Yes, yes, this would work’ he thought. Slender arms came around his waist and a light kiss was planted on his cheek. When he opened his eyes he saw Mikey in the mirror and smiled.
”Watcha find Frankie?”
Frank beamed at Mikey’s reflection.
”A motherfucking superhero with no tights or capes.
Mikey Mikey Mikey. This is a Mikey focused chapter. Sorry there will not be much Gee and Frankie, but trust me, the next three chapters will more than make up for it, I promise you. ^0^
Oh and with in the next few posts of Bondage Mansion, I am going to leave teaser of the next hentai I am going to take on. I am really excited about this one too. ^-^
Oh for those of you who do not know, tako is octopus and unagi is eel, two of mine and *Trixgrl's* favorite kind of sushi!
So non-sequtor, but everyone get their copies of the TLFK yet? I saw all the pics of Gee signing and I swear he ages backwards! He also looks really good and really happy. I think he is finally living his life and having a blast. I am really happy for him and no matter how much I miss the band, I want him to stay happy, all of them. ^-^
Okay, enough fucking babbling, please enjoy and comment so I know how much you did! ^-^
Title of chapter taken from "Rent"
*An Hour Earlier*
”Pete, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
”Relax, if anyone comes in we will hear the bell ring.”
”Still, I just feel better if we wait till we get upstairs and..”
”But Trick, I don’t want to wait any longer. Come on please? I’ll make it worth your while.”
”Ah ah ha ha, okay okay, uh uh, you win Pete.”
*Frank*
”Superhero fucking costume?! Who the hell does he think I am? Fucking Batman?!”
Frank grumbled to himself as he made his way to P&P’s Boutique. Mikey had stayed over that night and after breakfast, he helped Frank clean up. In exchange Frank dropped Mikey off at home so he could change and meet Ray later on. Gerard had come up with an idea for the next chapter, but of course he needed the visual.
”Come on Frankie, it will be awesome!”
”I am not putting on tights Gee!”
”I didn’t say tights, not all superheros wear tights.”
”Or a fucking cape!”
”Not all heroes wear capes either Frankie.”
Gerard sat there pouting and of course Frank could not resist. So here he is hoping to find something that will be acceptable as a superhero, minus the tights and cape of course.
Frank walked up to the door and noticed that the bell was sitting on the stoop. He picked it up and dusted it off. He opened the door.
”Hello? Pete? Patrick?”
Frank walked further into the store. Everything seemed normal, but he did not see either boy around. Frank walked further into the store when he heard rustling. He heard a faint voice too. It sounded like groaning coming from the stock room. He had a vision of Pete and Patrick tied up and gagged after being robbed. He hurried to the door and pushed it open.
”Oh my God, Pete, Patrick are you all…”
They were all right, in fact more than alright. Patrick was leaning against shelves with his pants around his ankles and Pete was on his knees with an impressive sized, if Frank could say so, cock in his mouth. All three just froze.
”Um...so…yeah...I will just wait for you two out here.”
Frank backed up out of the room and let the door shut in front of him. He made his way over to the counter and started to count down
”5…4…3…2…1”
”PETER FUCKING WENTZ!!!!”
Now Frank was close to losing it. Pete came tearing out of the stock room with Patrick close behind brandish a mannequin arm. Frank hit the ground and started to roll around clutching his stomach. Pete was ducking behind a clothes rack as Patrick moved around trying to whack him in the head.
”You said we would hear the bell if someone came in!”
”We would have, we should have, I mean unless…”
Pete looked over at Frank who was lying on the ground on his stomach with one hand under his chin and the other holding up the small brass bell. Patrick looked over and threw his arms, the mannequin included, up in the air.
”I fucking give up!”
Patrick stalked back into the stock room and Frank collapsed once again in laughter and tears. Pete stayed hidden a little longer and then crawled out to Frank. Frank just looked up at Pete and smirked.
”So how was he?”
”Fucking huge!”
”Yeah, I saw that.”
”That sucked, I was so close too.”
"Jesus fuck Pete, only you man, only you.”
”So was this a cockblock or did you actually need something Frankie?”
*Mikey*
Mikey trudged down the street. His Sidekick missing from its usual place in front of him. Instead it was tucked gently in the pocket of his shorts. He scratched at the top of the knee high socks and adjusted the buckles on his heeled Mary Jane style shoes. The simple tank top that he wore had just a touch of lace on the sleeves. It did not matter though because for the first time in a long time, Mikey did not care what he looked like. He continued to stare at the sidewalk as he moved by memory alone. He was passing through the end of town now, slinking quietly by the book store. Mikey did not see Bob look out the window at that moment. He also did not see him pick up the phone and dial someone. Furthermore he did not see the expression of concern as he spoke quickly into the mouth piece. Mikey saw none of this. He just kept going.
*Frank*
”Yeah, okay Bob. Well where is he now? Oh, Okay, I see him. Yeah, and thanks.”
Frank burst out of P&P when he saw Mikey coming down the walkway. He looked at Mikey and saw his body language bathed in sadness. Mikey had on a simple outfit, but anyone could see it was wrong. The socks were not the same shade. One shoe was scuffed. The tank top was untucked on one side. The saddest feature was the bunny ears though. Mikey only wore his bunny ears when he really wanted to impress someone. That was Mikey to the 10th power coming at you. Now they were barely hanging on and one was flopped forward. It broke his heart to see his best friend so down.
”Mikey?”
Mikey stopped and looked up. He saw Frank in front of him and tears welled up in his eyes.
”Oh Frankie!”
Mikey ran into Frank’s arms and collapsed in heaving sobs. Frank protectively wrapped his arms around the slender frame and held him while he cried. Pete came out of the store and offered a hand. He helped lift Mikey up on one side and they both walked him into the store. Patrick came around the counter and looked frantically for a spare chair. He found one under a pile of clothes and pushed them off onto the ground. He brought the chair over and Frank and Pete carefully placed Mikey into it. Mikey sagged forward still crying, knees turned inward and bunny ears nearly falling off. Pete went and got some water and handed it to Frank. Frank opened the bottle and carefully lifted Mikey’s head so that he would drink a little. The water dribbled out of his lips mostly, but he got some in. Mikey was as limp as a rag doll and Pete curled up in Patrick’s arms to be protected from the sadness that he was giving off. Frank looked into Mikey’s eyes and saw an emptiness that broke his heart.
”Come on Mikey, I’ll take you home.”
*Gerard*
The door opened and Gerard sat up expecting to see Frank with a bag from some clothing store. What he did not expect to see was Frank practically carrying his baby brother into the house. Gerard jumped up and ran to them, but Frank put up his hand. Gerard stumbled back.
”No Gee, back up, I will handle this one personally.“
Gerard could see that Mikey was a mess. His face remained hidden by his hair and the bunny ears that were barely holding on. He wanted to scoop him up in his arms and soothe his fears. He wanted to swallow all his tears and feed him his life’s breath from his own lips. Gerard would do anything to make Mikey smile again. He trusted Frank though, and instead of taking matters into his own hands he let Frank do what he thought was best for his baby brother. Instead he went to lay down for a bit and conserve his own energy. He did not need to have Frank worrying about him too.
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*Mikey*
It tasted so good sliding around on his tongue. Cool and inviting. The texture was Mikey’s favorite. Little bumps and veins running all through it. He played with it a little more, savoring the taste, then he swallowed it.
”More Mikey?”
”Oh God, yes please Frankie!”
Frank moved from where he was in front of Mikey and crossed over to the fridge. He pulled out three more pieces of tako and placed them on the plate. He then crossed back to the rice cooker and after wetting his hands took a small handful of rice and molded it to fit the piece of tako. He placed all three on the plate and brought them back over to Mikey. Mikey picked up the piece of sushi delicately and after slightly dipping it in soy sauce, he placed it gently on his tongue and savored the flavor before chewing and swallowing.
”You make the best sushi hands down Frankie! I miss this from the dorm.”
”Yeah no one figured that was what we had in the little fridge in our room. They just assumed it was full of beer.”
”Nope, sushi and sake!”
At that Mikey picked up his sake cup and crashed it into Frank’s.
”KANPAI!”
They shouted cheers into the air and downed the cup of sake. Mikey was feeling good now. His belly was full of tako and unagi and his head was swimming with strawberry leaf flavored sake. He unloaded on Frank while he was making the sushi rice and chilling the sake. Frank was an expert on sake. He knew that the perfect temperature was one degree above water freezing. Frank had asked Mikey whether he wanted hot sake today, which was kept one degree different from body temp, but today he wanted it cold. It was good too. Matched perfectly with the delicate sushi flavor. None of the plum shit here, only the most palatable ended up in Frank’s cupboard.
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”Sho Frankie, wha wha what I do now?”
”Man Mikey, you should just go fer it.”
”Huh?”
”Just fuck it, oh and him too. Just grab the fro and ya know, take charge.”
”Ya think it will work?”
”Fuck if I know, but it couldn’t hurt?
”Spoose not, but what if he says no?”
”Then fuck him, e donna wah he’s missin.”
”Yeah, yer right Frankie. I’m gonna do it.”
”Want me to drive you?”
”Nah you’re dro trunk to trive.”
”Well sooo are you MikeyfuckingWay!”
”So I kin walk.”
”Oh my God, look at you two!”
”AH SHUT UP GEE!”
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Mikey woke up with a slight headache and trapped between two warm bodies. He looked up and realized that it was after three and the sun was getting ready to start setting. Both Gerard and Frank had their arms around him, keeping him safe. He looked down at them both fondly and then slipped out from their grasp. He made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. While there he thought about the day. How the morning was a disaster and once again Ray did nothing to let Mikey know that he wanted him. Ray had dropped Mikey off at his house before heading to the store, but Mikey didn’t want to be there with a reminder of how empty his home and bed was. That is how he ended up walking through town feeling low. He did not know how Frank knew he was there, but he was grateful to whoever told him. He shook himself off and flushed. He washed his hands and looked around at the little things that screamed Frank in the room. He was so lucky to have him and Gee, but he could not help wanting more. He knew that they would always be there for him and he knew that he could have fun with them almost whenever, but he really needed to take charge of his life and he thought he knew how to now.
Leaving a note for Frankie, Mikey borrowed his car and headed home. When he arrived he stripped and jumped in the shower. He made sure to use his best soap and shave his legs and under his arms. He did not have to worry about his face so much right now. He jumped out of the shower and headed into his bedroom. He stopped in front of his full length mirror and dropped the towel. He took in his body shape. Still could tell he was a guy, but he had hips that could be accentuated with the right outfit. His legs were long and matched his lean torso perfectly. His arms were graceful and flowed with the rest of his body. Mikey walked to his drawers and pulled out a simple pair of cotton panties. He slipped them on and adjusted them so that his cock was snuggled into place. He then slipped on a basic tight fitting tee shirt that was just a little too short for his frame. He found simple no show socks and then slip on a pair of tight fitting jeans that hung low on his hips. He slipped on his sneakers. Mikey walked into the bathroom and put on just a touch of eye makeup. He smudged it lightly. He combed his hair and sprayed it so that it say perfectly on his head. He looked at his reflection and smiled. He blew a kiss at it and left the room. He grabbed Frank’s keys, hopped in the car and headed into town. His destination, Ray’s shop.
*Ray*
Hardly any traffic today at the store. A few canvases and some tubes of paint, but other than that it had been quiet all afternoon. Ray was leaning on the counter letting his hair hang down and brush the newspaper he was glancing at. He was beyond bored. He was thinking about closing early when he heard the door chime. He looked up to greet the customer when his mouth went dry and he was unable to articulate anything. There stood Mikey looking amazing. He walked in and closed the door behind him. He reached up and flipped over the ‘Sorry, We Are Closed’ sign and pulled the shade down. He turned back around and leaned against the door with a slight slouch.
”Hey Ray, how’s tricks?”
”H-H-Hey Mikey, you look um…”
”Delicious? Delectable? Desirable?”
”Uh…good, you look good. I like the jeans they um…”
”Make my ass look amazing?“
”Yeah, I mean, no, what?”
Mikey pulled off the door and sauntered over to the counter. He hopped on and spun around so that he was facing Ray. Ray swallowed hard as the shirt Mikey was wearing rode up and showed his perfect smooth skin, flawless with no hair…no hair. Ray also noticed that Mikey smelled good like right after a shower. He noted that his hair was slightly damp too. Perhaps he did just get out of the shower, got dressed, and then…came…straight…here…uh oh.
*Mikey*
Mikey smirked as he watched the realization of what was happening take over Ray’s expression. Before Ray had a chance to protest, Mikey swung his legs to either side of Ray and clamped them around his waist pulling the older man to him. Mikey perched further off the counter so that instead of Ray’s groin hitting the counter edge, it contacted Mikey’s. Ray yelped at the contact, but Mikey saw in his eyes that he could not deny one thing…he was hard. Ray looked down at the counter and blushed. Mikey lifted up his chin with two fingers and focused his gaze on Ray. He stared into his eyes and saw confusion, shame, want, desire, and love. Mikey smiled and that seemed to relax Ray a bit. He ran his hand into Ray’s hair and to the back of his neck. He slowly pulled Ray towards him. Mikey encountered a little bit of resistance, but after a minute, all the fight seeped out of Ray and he went willingly. Mikey reached up with his other hand and ran his thumb over Ray’s bottom lip. He moved it and replaced it with his own lips. He slowly slipped his tongue out and asked for permission by licking along the area. Ray gave a slight moan and parted his lips slightly. Mikey took full advantage of this and licked along the inside of Ray’s mouth. Ray’s breathing started to get heavier and that is exactly what Mikey was hoping for. He could feel Ray shudder in his arms and grow harder, unconsciously pushing himself up against Mikey. Suddenly, Ray let out a growl and grabbed Mikey by the shoulders and kissed him fiercely. Mikey squealed and wrapped his arms around Ray. He pushed into the messy kiss of all teeth and tongues. Mikey pulled away gasping for air.
”Ray, I…”
”Shut up Mikey! God, do you have any idea what you do to me? How hard it is for me to hold myself back around you? Fuck!”
Mikey was shocked at Ray’s outburst and even more shocked as Ray pushed him down on the counter and lifted up his shirt. He licked a stripe across Mikey’s stomach and bit lightly on his hip bones. This made Mikey shake and thread his fingers through Ray’s hair again.
”Your fucking hair, the way you smell, your clothes, God your clothes Mikeyway. Sometimes I just want to bend you over and take you right there not giving a fuck who’s around. Make you scream my name."
Mikey moaned at Ray’s dirty talk. Who was this man and where was the sweet Ray that was always around Gee? Gee…that’s it.
”pant Do you hold yourself back gasp because of Gee?”
Now Ray stopped and looked up at Mikey. He eyes were wide and filled with lust for Mikey.
”Well yeah. Wait…did you think it was you?”
Now it was Mikey’s turn to blush.
”Oh Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, no no no, it was never you. Gerard is so protective of you, I just figured I had to take it slow in order to be with you.”
Mikey felt the flood gates open and felt Ray lift him gently into his arms. He wrapped him up tight like Frank and Gerard do and let him cry.
”I thought I was not good enough for you, that you did not like the way I dressed or looked.”
”No no no, Mikey, I am crazy about you. You, just the way you are. Clothes, no clothes, it does not change how I feel about you. I love you Mikey Way, I always have from the moment I saw you when I first met Gerard. I fell for the awkward kid who was just getting use to his body and discovering that he liked dresses and skirts. Even back then, I loved you.”
Mikey looked at Ray and Ray smiled at him. The sight of it warmed his heart and he realized that he felt the same way. He had never really looked at anyone else the way he looked at Ray. He remembered how excited he was when Gerard would invite Ray over to hang out and let Mikey and Frank join in. He had always thought it was reverence, but now he realized it was something more.
”I love you too Ray.”
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*Gerard*
”Where the fuck is he?”
”Calm down Frankie, I am sure he is fine.”
”Fine Gee? Fine? Explain why he took off without saying anything? Why he took my car? Why he isn’t answering any of my texts?!”
”Maybe because he was taking your advice and getting spectacularly laid.”
Gerard turned around and saw Mikey leaning against the door frame holding Frank’s key out in the air. Mikey looked…well fucked. His jeans were half off his hip and his shirt was wrinkled in places. His hair was slightly sticking up at a few angles; he had most likely smoothed down the rest. Mikey looked amazing and completely content. He crossed over to Frank and, while tossing the keys for Gerard to catch, wrapped his arms around Frank’s neck and kissed him hard. Gerard caught the keys and then realized what Mikey had said.
”Wait a minute, who got spectacularly laid?”
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*Frank*
Frank found himself back at P&P’s again. He was looking among the clothing while Mikey sat with Pete, who was completely enraptured, and regaled his story of amazing sex with Ray that afternoon. Pete was hanging on his every word and Frank just rolled his eyes. Pete was a sucker for a good story, especially if it had porn in it. Frank drifted further away from the two and continued on his mission.
While he was looking through one of the racks, something caught his eye. There was a box that said ‘Irregular’ in the corner. He went over to it and opened it up. Inside he found a black shirt with yellow sleeves. One of the sleeves had two black bands on it, but the other one had a diagonal black stripe coming of one of the black bars. The shirt collar was yellow, but the rest of the shirt was black. He pulled it out and underneath was an army vest. It had a yellow patch falling off it with black marks. The pocket on the other side was coming loose. Frank held up both of these items and brought them over to the jeans. He pulled out a pair that were black, but had a green waist that matched the color of the vest. He looked at all the items again and smiled.
”Hey Patrick, would you be willing to sell stuff from the box in the corner?”
”What? Nah Frank you can just have that stuff. Bunch of it came in defective and we just send it back to the company. It is already written off in the books.”
”Hey thanks man!”
Frank held the outfit together and looked in the mirror. He closed his eyes and tried to envision the character that Gerard needed to see. ‘Yes, yes, this would work’ he thought. Slender arms came around his waist and a light kiss was planted on his cheek. When he opened his eyes he saw Mikey in the mirror and smiled.
”Watcha find Frankie?”
Frank beamed at Mikey’s reflection.
”A motherfucking superhero with no tights or capes.
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