Playing With Fire

-Franks pov-

"Mikey oh s-shit," I bellowed as he watched us in shock. The fact that I was still practically grinding on Gerard made it worse.
"I'm telling mom," Mikey gasped, still full of shock and alert. My eyes widened and I began to shake. I quickly but shakily stood up, grabbing Gerard forcefully by his arm and pulled him into my room, slamming the door fearfully behind me.
"Mikey," I began, my voice shaking. "I am super happy that you're home early I love you more than anything ever. But I really need you to keep what you saw there a secret. You can't tell anyone, that is especially mom. But if you tell her...," I thought for a breif moment before finally picking back up the sentence, mu voice a little lower this time. "If I hear that anyone in the family finds out, I will tell them about that night you came home drunk and almost burnt the house down. I took the blame for that without telling you. Thats why you weren't caught. But if you even dare to bring up what you saw to anyone, then guess who's paying for a new house." I ended with my voice sounding much more serious and intimating. "Mikey do you fucking promise?"
still in shock, he slowly nodded. I pulled him into a deep hug, because come on. He just got bailed out of prison for drugs and he comes home to his own family pre-fucking each other.
"I love you Mikey," I muttered in his hear.
"I love you too. I promise I won't tell anyone."

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