About around nine thirty or so we were half way through Pink Flyod's The Wall. And we were slightly intoxicated by this point. I had curled up against him and he had his arm around my shoulders. He had started tracing soft shapes on my bare upper arm, I had long since changed out of my work clothes hours ago. It felt nice and it made me want to snuggle closer to him. So I did. Damn alcohol.

As I shifted closer I felt him shift as well, pulling me tighter, his fingers still drawing invisible masterpieces on my flesh. I tried to image what they would look like on paper in paint or ink. I bet they would be beautiful, as anything he put to paper, or wall as the case may be, was. I lifted my head off his chest slash shoulder area and craned my neck to the side. I was trying to get a look at the clock, to really figure out how long we had been sitting on our asses, consuming nothing anyone would ever consider healthy. And then my eyes bugged out of my head.

"Gerard?" I managed to squeak out.

His lips were still lingering on my neck. Where the worst of my bruises use to be, and their awful coloring still remained faintly.

"Hmm?" Gerard asked as he lifted his head away from my neck, removing the presence of lips.

"Ah, what are you doing?" I asked as I turned to face him.

His head was still close to mine, I could count his eyelashes if I was so inclined.

"Kissing your neck," Gerard answered simply.

"Uh, why?" I asked.

I was staring very intently at his eyelashes at this point. They looked incredibly soft, and were unbelievably long. They framed his eyes perfectly.

"Because I wasn't here to kick the bad guys ass. Every princess needs saving, even if by the stable boy," Gerard said softly before inching his head closer to mine.

I just sat there, frozen, as Gerard inched closer, closing the already impossibly small distance between us. And then I was saved by the loud ringing of his cell phone. Gerard stopped moving and lurched his head back, looking at me in total shock like he had no idea what he had been about to do. Which I fully believed. Truly.

His phone was still ringing.

"Are you gonna get that?" I asked, breaking the odd staring contest we were having.

"Oh yeah," Gerard said as he quickly fumbled getting his phone from his pocket and turning it on, answering it.

I was visibly shaking.

After a few uh huh's and alright's Gerard turned his phone off and looked at me. He looked sheepish and quite guilty.

"Uh, that was Sharon and the guys. They're outside, plastered off their asses and want to come up to finish the rest of the night," Gerard said, looking anywhere but me.

Which was good. I was still kinda shaken up.

"Uh yeah, sounds good to me. I'll go let them in," I said, pushing pause on the movie and getting off the couch.

I brushed crumbs off myself as I stood and went for the door. I flicked the hallway light on as I opened my front door and went to go let the guys in. I walked down the stairs, having to hold the railing. And not entirely from being shaken either, I was still fairly intoxicated. Maybe not as much as my rowdy friends were making show of by being so loud outside I could hear them in the stairwell, but enough. I got to the bottom and pushed open the door from the inside for them.

"JAY BIRD!" Frankie shouted loudly as he stumbled into the stairwell.

I grinned. I loved Frankie, I loved Frankie even more drunk.

"Hey Frankie pants," I said as I ruffled his hair as he stood next to me.

Sharon, Ray and Bob fumbled their way in too, piling up the first few stairs to make room. Mikey was the last to come in, smelling of alcohol, arms open for a hug. Which I gladly gave.

"So Jay, we having sex tonight?" Frankie asked jokingly from his spot swaying behind me.

"We really need to get you laid Frankie. And besides she's mine for the night," Mikey explained, his chin resting on the top of my head.

I rolled my eyes and caught Sharon winking at me. Good lord.

"Hey Gee!" Frankie yelled up the stairwell.

We all turned to look at him.

"Come on already ya slow pokes, the dvd player is doing that funny bouncy thing and it's driving me insane," Gerard shouted down, ushering us all upstairs with a wave of his arm before stepping into my apartment.

We followed, with much loud clatter and drunken giggles from Frankie and Ray. Yes Ray giggles when drunk, at least this drunk. I even witnessed Bob trip over his own feet and almost fall before we got to the top. Mikey on the other hand, though reeked of alcohol stayed the most upright, arms around my waist from behind. Even Sharon fumbled on the way up.

Once inside we all piled into different places. Sharon sat on Gerard's lap on the comfy recliner I had, Ray and Bob sat on the floor with pillows while Frankie had taken one corner of the couch. Mikey had taken the other and was motioning for me to sit between the two. So I did. And as soon as I had sat down Mikey put his arm around my shoulder and Frankie threw his feet up onto my lap, kicking off his shoes. Gerard pushed play as Bob and Ray stole the popcorn bowl, Mikey grabbed a plain gummy worm and Frankie grabbed a malt ball.

It was good to have them home.
-xXx-
At some point in the night I had finally passed out. How I know this is because I was stirring awake finally, cracking my heavy lidded eyes to look around. The place was trashed. Completely. And there was a little light pouring in through the windows, illuminating the ground zero my place had become. Thank god today was Sunday. I saw that nobody was passed out on the floor.

It was then that I realized that while it was dead quiet in my apartment that the soft and squishy below me was rising and falling softly. I opened my eyes more and found that I had fallen asleep on Mikey. He was sprawled out length wise along the couch and I was laying on top of him, using him as a giant pillow, his arm around my upper back softly. I craned my neck and saw Frankie passed out hard core, like head thrown back in abandon, mouth open and softly snoring, on the recliner. I looked around some more.

"They all went home a couple of hours ago," Mikey said softly from underneath me, his eyes still closed.

"Oh," I said, looking down his chest at his face.

Kinda up his nose. It was an odd angle. His glasses were cocked a little askew on his face as he opened his eyes a bit. It was kinda cute.

"Come here," Mikey said in a slightly groggy voice as he motioned with his finger for me to come closer.

So I slid farther up his chest so I was looking directly into his eyes, heads level, with my head cocked to the side a little. And then he put his hands on either side of my head and pulled my face forward. Setting our lips against one another's. Oh my god he was kissing me!

After a second or two of momentary freak out I found myself kissing back. Again I blame the alcohol still raging somewhere through my system. As I kissed him back he let his hold of my head go and brushed one of his hands through my fire colored hair, tucking it back behind my ear. I opened my mouth just enough for his tongue to gain entrance after it brushed against my bottom lip. It was soft and though tasted slightly of alcohol was a welcomed presence. When he broke the kiss I looked down at him, he was smiling that I'm-barely-even-half-awake smile at me. I smiled a little back, the same smile, and pushed his glasses onto his face so they were correct.

"Here, sit up," Mikey said, his voice still groggy from sleep.

I obliged and sat up, maneuvering myself so I was sitting between his legs as he continued on from sitting up to standing on the ground. He put his hand out for me.

"Come on up," Mikey said, motioning his hand for me to take it.

So I did and let him pull me up from the couch.

"Lets go lay down somewhere where there isn't a small fortune of junk food hiding in the cracks to adorn itself to our bodies," Mikey said, picking a piece of popcorn off the bottom of my shirt.

I felt myself let out a chuckle as he tossed the smooshed junk food over at the passed out Frankie, bouncing off Frankie's nose, causing him to snort a little in his soft snoring. And twitch into another position.

Mikey took my hand and led me the way of my bedroom, I sleepily followed and watch him let out a big yawn as he opened the door. I shut it behind us as Mikey went over to my bed, picking a gummy bear off his shirt and tossing it into my trash before pushing back the covers and crawling in. Once situated he motioned for me to join beside him.

I crawled onto the bed and scooted up to where he was, sticking myself under the covers. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. His lips found my own and this time I didn't hesitate the two seconds before kissing back. After a minute or so he took his lips from mine, eyes still closed and kissed the top of my head.

"Goodnight Jay," he said sleepily.

I mumbled a sleepy response before my eyes closed on their own and I passed out in his arms, curled close.

Notes

Whaaat?
Other Way brother action?
Can this be?
Oh no!