All That's Left Of Yesterday
Sing me to sleep, I don't want to wake up on my own anymore
Gerard's P.O.V.
I've made quite a few death threats recently. Well only two but that's two more than most people I guess. But I meant them, these sick bastards deserve it. No one should be able to hurt my Mikey and gets away with it. And they certainly don't threaten to kill him. I've seen Mikey on the brink of death too many times before and I don't intend to again.
Next to me, Mikey stirs, he fell asleep about an hour ago and is now lying across the couch with his head on my lap. He looks so content in his dreams; he shouldn't have to face his harsh reality again yet. When Mikey and I were children he used to have nightmares and he would get so scared at night that he'd sneak into my room and I would sing to him; I'd sing him to sleep through his darkest nights, so that's what I'll do now. I sing quiet lullabies, whispering them softly into his ear. I don't expect it to still work but soon I feel Mikey relax into me, drifting deeper into his dreams.
It's strange that despite how much things have changed since we were kids, things are still the same really. Of course we never loved each other in the same way as we do now but in the end it's always me and him. Always has been, always will be.
Mikey's P.O.V.
I wake up in Gerard's arms; the one place that I feel safe and the only place that I'd want to be right now. Whenever I wake up next to Gerard I feel closer to him than at any other time, and I don't mean just physically but mentally too, like the connection between us has grown even stronger. Gerard's still sleeping; it must be at least 10 by now but I know that he didn't get any sleep while I was gone. If I move I may wake him and I don't want to do that, but why would I want to move away from this anyway? My head is resting on his chest, right where his heart is and I lay listening to his heartbeat; my head rising and falling with his chest in time with his steady breathing. I could just lie like this for hours. I don't have to lie here for hours though because about ten minutes after, Gerard wakes up and I can't say I'm not relieved. I haven't eaten since before we went to see Frank so I'm starving!
"Morning Mikey," he mutters, rubbing his tired eyes. I open my mouth to answer but my stomach interrupts me, groaning loudly.
"Aww, little Mikey's hungry," Gerard giggles. "I'll make you some breakfast." He pecks me on the lips before jumping up and skipping to the kitchen.
"What will it be then?" he asks. I smile at him, knowing that he knows exactly what I want. "Pancakes it is then," he says with a wink and I watch as he busies himself in the kitchen. He really is the best brother I could ask for. And he's the best boyfriend I could ask for. Is that what we are? We've never said it out loud but I suppose that's what we are. Boyfriends? Soulmates.
Gerard places a huge pile of steaming pancakes on the table and sits next to me, smiling.
"Thanks," I say, resting my head on his shoulder. "You're the best."
He pulls my face towards his and presses our lips together. My eyes fall closed and I melt into the kiss as his tongue runs along my lips.
"Gerard?" I murmur against his mouth. He hums in response, pulling back but still leaving out faces only inches apart.
"Are we boyfriends?"
His eyes search mine as he considers the question. I start to regret asking but then he smiles at me.
"Yeah, I guess we are, in a strange sort of way" he says, a huge grin spreading across his face. I throw my arms around him and kiss him deeply until my stomach growls loudly again. Gerard giggles, pulling back.
"Eat the pancakes," he tells me. "We can finish this after."
I oblige, pushing everything else to the back of my mind. My life may be spiraling out of control but, for the moment, all I care about is right here, right now.
I've made quite a few death threats recently. Well only two but that's two more than most people I guess. But I meant them, these sick bastards deserve it. No one should be able to hurt my Mikey and gets away with it. And they certainly don't threaten to kill him. I've seen Mikey on the brink of death too many times before and I don't intend to again.
Next to me, Mikey stirs, he fell asleep about an hour ago and is now lying across the couch with his head on my lap. He looks so content in his dreams; he shouldn't have to face his harsh reality again yet. When Mikey and I were children he used to have nightmares and he would get so scared at night that he'd sneak into my room and I would sing to him; I'd sing him to sleep through his darkest nights, so that's what I'll do now. I sing quiet lullabies, whispering them softly into his ear. I don't expect it to still work but soon I feel Mikey relax into me, drifting deeper into his dreams.
It's strange that despite how much things have changed since we were kids, things are still the same really. Of course we never loved each other in the same way as we do now but in the end it's always me and him. Always has been, always will be.
Mikey's P.O.V.
I wake up in Gerard's arms; the one place that I feel safe and the only place that I'd want to be right now. Whenever I wake up next to Gerard I feel closer to him than at any other time, and I don't mean just physically but mentally too, like the connection between us has grown even stronger. Gerard's still sleeping; it must be at least 10 by now but I know that he didn't get any sleep while I was gone. If I move I may wake him and I don't want to do that, but why would I want to move away from this anyway? My head is resting on his chest, right where his heart is and I lay listening to his heartbeat; my head rising and falling with his chest in time with his steady breathing. I could just lie like this for hours. I don't have to lie here for hours though because about ten minutes after, Gerard wakes up and I can't say I'm not relieved. I haven't eaten since before we went to see Frank so I'm starving!
"Morning Mikey," he mutters, rubbing his tired eyes. I open my mouth to answer but my stomach interrupts me, groaning loudly.
"Aww, little Mikey's hungry," Gerard giggles. "I'll make you some breakfast." He pecks me on the lips before jumping up and skipping to the kitchen.
"What will it be then?" he asks. I smile at him, knowing that he knows exactly what I want. "Pancakes it is then," he says with a wink and I watch as he busies himself in the kitchen. He really is the best brother I could ask for. And he's the best boyfriend I could ask for. Is that what we are? We've never said it out loud but I suppose that's what we are. Boyfriends? Soulmates.
Gerard places a huge pile of steaming pancakes on the table and sits next to me, smiling.
"Thanks," I say, resting my head on his shoulder. "You're the best."
He pulls my face towards his and presses our lips together. My eyes fall closed and I melt into the kiss as his tongue runs along my lips.
"Gerard?" I murmur against his mouth. He hums in response, pulling back but still leaving out faces only inches apart.
"Are we boyfriends?"
His eyes search mine as he considers the question. I start to regret asking but then he smiles at me.
"Yeah, I guess we are, in a strange sort of way" he says, a huge grin spreading across his face. I throw my arms around him and kiss him deeply until my stomach growls loudly again. Gerard giggles, pulling back.
"Eat the pancakes," he tells me. "We can finish this after."
I oblige, pushing everything else to the back of my mind. My life may be spiraling out of control but, for the moment, all I care about is right here, right now.
Notes
A/N - Sorry that there's been a bit of a long gap between chapters guys. Have a bit of light fluff as an apology.Title: Asleep - The Smiths
11/1/13