Suffer All The Children

Mikey made his way slowly to the kitchen behind Frank. It was so strange to be leaving Gerard in the other room. However, he simply pretended that he was fixing Gerard a drink and heading straight back to help his guilt subside. "Take a seat, sugar." He watched Frank pull out a chair, then beam up at him. As he obliged, he couldn't help but observe his conduct as a bit promiscuous, he felt a strange jolt in taking the seat and tried not to notice Frank's hand brush over his neckline. "You want a drink?"

 "It's all Gerard's—"

Frank's brows raised, his eyes seemed to be appraising, "That it is, Mikes, but I was wondering if you wanted some."

Gerard was fast asleep in the next room, while Frank offered his alcohol to his brother who wasn't even supposed to have it. A hand traced itself into Mikey's hairline, making his head spin. "I… just—"

Frank must have noticed Mikey's cheeks start to flush or his voice start to weaken, because he waved the question away with the hand that was newly taken from Mikey’s hair and proceeded to the freezer. He hesitated a few seconds, then pulled out a bottle of vodka. "I'll just give you some of mine if you feel up to it later."

Mikey watched, almost in horror, as Frank proceeded to fix himself a drink with Gerard's vodka, Gerard's orange juice and Gerard's ice cubes. He felt it was bad judgment to tell him off however, so he simply sat and watched.

Frank didn't bother putting Gerard's things back, but proceeded toward Mikey, smirking a bit over the rim of his glass. They boy looked away, his cheeks slightly flushed; he should have listened to Gerard and stayed away. Frank seemed to take no notice in his band-mate's embarrassment, and stepped around his legs, sitting carelessly upon Gerard's table.
"So Mikey." He swung his legs a bit, the tips of his toes brushed against Mikey's legs (which twitched a bit, then moved subtly closer to Frank's).

He fought a small smile from his lips and lifted his head obediently to meet Frank's gaze, "hm?"

Frank sipped on his drink again, surveying the Way that he'd secured. He bit his bottom lip a bit: some of his light heartedness seemed to slip from his demeanor. He didn't say anything for a few moments, but sipped his drink some more, watching Mikey with those big eyes of his a while before breaking the silence. "You were angry with me at the bar?" It was a statement, not a question.

Mikey nodded and averted his gaze; was he still angry with Frank? It was hard to tell. He couldn't quite be sure what he felt without Gerard to tell him. He certainly felt something bubbling in his stomach, but he couldn't really be sure what it was. Things were much more difficult without Gerard around. He wasn't sure he liked the fact that his brother was sleeping in the other room as opposed to being in the kitchen as well.

"I don't quite know what I did wrong in the first place…"

Mikey blinked up to him, his eyes narrowed slightly. Frank's eyes glittered back into his, the shadow of a smirk on his lips; he was baiting him, surely just wanting to hear the words for himself. Mikey's lips twitched into a small smile, well he surely wouldn't give Frank the pleasure of hearing him say it.

The Way's arms crossed, he raised and eyebrow, almost cockily, his expression slightly amused, "Don't you?"

The other shook his head, his cheeks flushed a bit. He emptied his drink, then slid off the table to fix more. Mikey had the distinct feeling this was to hide his face.

"Well I'm not angry anymore."

Frank turned with his new drink to his lips (which hadn't lost their nervous smile.) "She got very angry you know," He stopped in front of Mikey, his free hand in his pocket, the other brought his drink to his lips again, "when I left. She was glaring daggers at me when I looked back from the bathroom."

Mikey couldn't help but smile a bit at this news. He knew it was wrong, but he was glad to be alone with Frank. His eyes twinkled a bit as he watched Frank suck down his drink, "Slow down with that or you'll drown…"

Frank's cheeks tinged a deeper red and he turned to fill his drink again, his hands shaking a bit. Was he nervous?

"You should really try some." He advanced on Mikey, going back to sit on the table again. The next few moments happened very fast.

Before Mikey knew what had happened, he was cold and wet. Frank's drink had slipped from his hand and splashed Mikey's lap. The plastic cup clattered on the ground beside them while Frank' clamored over him, trying to use a towel from the sink to wipe the drink off Mikey's lap, stammering his apologies. "Fuck Mikey, I—shit!" Mikey suppressed a groan as Frank's hand pressed down on him. He shivered, biting his lip and gripped Frank's wrist, causing him to stop abruptly, establishing fearful eye contact.

"Don't worry about it," breathed Mikey. He shifted in his seat, his breathing slightly accelerated and looked as innocently as he could up to Frank. "Just help me out of them?"
Instantly, Frank dropped his fit of nerves. His mouth hung open slightly for a few moments and the towel dropped from his hand. He moved forward though, slowly then slid onto Mikey's lap, a leg on either side of the boy's. One of his hands placed itself behind Mikey's neck; the other started undoing the button of his pants.

Frank's eyes closed as Mikey pressed their lips together and let out a soft gasp as he felt Mikey's fingers move under his shirt to trace his spine. He forced Mikey's zipper down, then helped him from his pants and dragged him forward from the chair so that his back was against a wall.

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They boy shifted a bit under the pressure on his chest. His clothes lay on the floor by his feet mixed in with another set whose owner lay practically on top of the first, his head on his chest and an arm slung around his waist, his leg wrapped around one of the other man's as if to keep him close while his defenses were down; very much asleep.

Mikey moved his fingers down the length of Frank's back, however, surely unable to get to sleep even if he'd bothered to attempt. Instead, he lost himself with fascination at the way the other curled against him when he touched him softly. He was surprised at how much more comfortable he was to sleep with than Gerard. He would have liked to run his fingers through a head full of un-torn hair but the dreadlocks Frank sported weren't pleasant to touch in that way. He liked to run his finger on Frank's head though, around his roots. It was amazing how there were no rips or scabs on his scalp.

In time, he realized how odd it was to be touching someone like he was, and it was weird to enjoy it so much. He was in control; the one who the other clung to at the end of the night; the one who took care of the other. At this thought, it was odd to think that Gerard was sleeping alone only a few yards away from them.

As much as he enjoyed what he had however, Mikey was not a stupid person, the sun had started to peak into the sitting room where the rest of them slept, he moved his fingers up to Frank's cheek, stroking it softly in hopes of waking the boy, however, he simply stirred a bit and cuddled in closer to Mikey, shivering a bit, surely from his lack of clothes. "Frank…" Mikey sighed and shook his head, moving up a bit from the other. This was for his own good as well… "Come on."

Frank moved in closer, he seemed determined not to let go, but blinked his eyes open slowly, letting out a deep breath, then smiled up at Mikey a bit, pressing his lips to his chest, "M… ‘morning, sugar."

He blushed a little, then moved his arm down Frank's arm, "’Morning…" Perhaps he should have called Frank a cute little nickname in return, but it felt odd to do, but he pressed his lips to Frank's forehead, which caused the boy to grin and he felt he'd done well.

"It's too early…" Frank strained a sigh, Mikey was sure, because he still seemed to be grinning, almost laughing as he nuzzled his face into Mikey's arm, "can't we go back to sleep?"

Mikey nodded a bit, his eyes scanning the kitchen floor, deep in thought, "Yeah… I'm gonna take you to the extra room… you can sleep there. Um…" He blinked and let out a deep breath, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular as he strained himself for answers. "Yeah… I'm gonna take you to the extra room."

Frank looked apprehensive at the news, "How many rooms do you have in this place?"
"Only two?" There was something wrong with his answer by the look Frank gave him, thought Mikey didn't understand what.

"You said the extra—"

"Yeah, we don't use it?"

"You and Gerard—"

"Yeah, he said we needed two because of something about… how… I—" Mikey moved back into the wall, his mind started to cloud, why did they have two rooms anyway?

"Mike…" his arm was stiff, but Frank pulled on it, kissing up his shoulder to his neck a little, shaking his head, "Mikey forget it… take me to the other room. I'm tired…"

"Yeah."

Frank stood (still without clothing as Mikey clearly noticed from his spot on the floor) and held a hand out for Mikey who stood and gathered their clothing. The two dressed (Mikey without pants, considering the ones he'd had the night previous were still wet with orange juice and vodka), Frank slipped his hand into Mikey's, and they proceeded out of the kitchen into the sitting room, where Mikey was very pleased to see Gerard sleeping very heavily on the sofa he'd left him on. They took a few steps in, then Mikey pushed a door open on the side, Frank led him inside, taking him to the oddly untouched bed within.

"Can't you stay here with me?" He asked, sinking down and disrupting the smooth comforter of the bed beneath him, "I don't think Gerard will notice."

Mikey averted his gaze and shook his head, exhaling deeply, "I'm sorry… don't be mad."

Though his smile was forced and his tone hardly as confident as  he'd have liked to convey it, Frank shrugged and pecked Mikey's cheek, then leaned against his shoulder and moved a hand down his bare thigh. "I'll just think of how I'm going to get you alone next time while you're gone… don't worry about it."

Mikey mumbled apologies again before Frank pulled him into a much gentler kiss than the night before. They pulled away slowly and Frank blinked up to Mikey; it was so odd to be in the role he'd been thrust into, "I'll see you in a bit."

"Yeah…"

Mikey eventually forced himself off of the bed and into the sitting room. He pulled the door closed behind him and sighed, leaning against it. He wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to feel anymore, and he was sure that he shouldn't ask Gerard what to feel. Fuck,
Gerard…

With much effort, Mikey managed to extract his brother from the sofa, across the lounge, and into the bedroom that they shared. He managed to pull him onto the bed without waking him, very thankful for whatever Frank had slipped him, and undid his fly, then slipped off his pants and undergarments. He slipped into bed next to him, taking off his own boxers, and pulled his brother's arm around him. He moved his hand down to Gerard's shaft and moved it slowly up and down a bit to perk it up, then turned, pressing against him, and moved his brother's hand to his waist in hopes that he would buy the set up that Mikey had laid of the night previous.

The younger Way sighed and closed his eyes. He knew he wouldn't easily get to sleep that night. His head had too much to go over, but as he shivered and pressed into his brother's sleeping body, he couldn't help but wish, the tiniest bit (though he knew he would have to punish himself for the thought later), that he was in the extra bedroom instead.