Gives You Hell
You Can't Touch My Brother
Gerard’s P.O.V.
“So, your brother and my step-brother, huh?”
I wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk to Frank. I didn’t hate him or anything… it was just really awkward to talk to him. I mean, he is my ex-boyfriend, after all.
“I’m just as surprised as you are,” I sighed. I glanced over at Mikey and Brendon, who were talking about halfway down the hall. “Not even a week ago, they hated each other’s guts. Now they’re boyfriends. That escalated quickly.”
Frank snorted, “Yeah, it did, didn’t it?” He smiled, which made my heart skip a beat. “It’s good to see that they’re happy. They both deserve it… especially Mikey.”
“The team caught Brendon and Mikey kissing last night,” I said, sighing heavily, “They were taking pictures.”
“Are you serious?” Frank asked, anger in his eyes. “They’re supposed to be his fr-”
Frank was interrupted by the sound of a body being shoved against the lockers. I immediately looked over in Mikey’s direction and, sure enough, someone had him pinned up against his locker. Mikey didn’t seem to be afraid, though- he seemed to be trying to stand his ground.
Brendon was being held back by a few guys from the football team, while the guy that held Mikey against the lockers- I think his name was Austin- continued to provoke him. Imagine my surprise when I saw Mikey knee him in the balls. A smile crossed my face as Austin fell to the floor, his hands immediately going for his crotch.
My happiness was short-lived, though, when Austin recovered, pinning Mikey against the locker once again. He punched Mikey hard in the face, which immediately put me into protective big brother mode. I sprinted towards Austin, a bestial snarl escaping me as I tore him off my brother. Brendon had managed to work his way out of his ex-friends’ grasp and immediately pulled Mikey close to his chest, taking him away from the fight that was currently ensuing.
“You listen here, you son of a bitch,” I hissed, holding Austin against the locker that he had held Mikey against earlier. “If you touch my brother again, I’ll be sure that you won’t be able to masturbate without pain for the rest of your scumbag life. Hell, if you pick on any poor little kid again, I’ll castrate you in front of your girlfriend. Are we clear, Carlile?”
“You don’t have the guts, you fa- oh holy fucking shit!” My knee slammed into Austin’s crotch, causing his voice to go up several octaves. I let him go and walked away, leaving him in pain.
“How bad does it look?” Mikey asked, resting his head on Brendon’s shoulder.
“Do you want me to be honest or be nice?” I asked, handing Mikey an ice pack. He accepted it and placed it on his cheek, whimpering him pain.
“That bad, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Brendon pulled Mikey closer, pressing a kiss onto his other cheek. Mikey sighed in content, nuzzling Brendon’s neck. “Maybe now they’ll leave me alone.”
“I’m sure they will,” Brendon said, rocking Mikey a little. “I may have lost quite a bit of respect from the team for being bi, but I am the best player they have. I told the coach that I was gonna quite if they kept hurting you.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, “Brendon, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Honestly, I’m getting tired of them. I never noticed before, but they really are dicks.” He pecked Mikey’s lips and added, “I feel horrible for ever being a part of that.”
“Well, you’re not now,” Mikey said, a smile on his face, “You’re a better person for seeing that. I… I love you, Brendon.”
Brendon seemed surprised by Mikey’s quiet declaration, but he didn’t seem disgusted. He smiled back at Mikey and replied, “I love you, too, Mikey.” I smiled as they kissed each other once again, the two of them looking quite happy with one another.
“I gotta go, babe,” Brendon said, “Promised Ryan that I’d help him with his geometry homework. Talk to you later.”
“Bye, Brendon.”
Once Brendon was out of earshot, Mikey sighed. “I’m so glad he doesn’t hate me. I, um, I did sort of get him into this.”
I gave Mikey a look. “Mikes, I thought he kissed you.”
“I know, Gee, but I just feel guilty about it. He asked me to keep a secret, and I blew it without saying a word.”
I pulled Mikey into an embrace, kissing his forehead. “He doesn’t blame you, Mikey. If he did, he wouldn’t have stayed with you. Now, c’mon, let’s get you home.”
While I was in the middle of making dinner, I heard a knock on the door. Cursing, I ran out of the kitchen to answer it. Standing there was Brendon, who had something hidden behind his back.
“Is, uh, is this a bad time? I can come back later, if you want,” Brendon said.
“No, um, you’re fine. You’re fine.” I moved over to allow Brendon to enter. “I thought you were helping your friend out with his homework.”
“It turns out that Ryan, and I quote, ‘shipped’ Mikey and I before we were ‘canon,’” Brendon said, clearly amused. “He took me to buy this for Mikey.” He took the object he had hidden behind his back out from behind him- it was a Mickey Mouse plushy. “Um… look, I know that this is really cliché, and I told Ryan that a billion times, but-”
“Actually, it’s kinda sweet,” I said, “Mikey will love it. He’s upstairs, by the way. You’re welcome to stay for dinner, if you’d like.”
“Thanks, Gerard,” Brendon replied, smiling.
“Brendon, I’d like to have a word with you before you go up to see Mikey.” Brendon nodded, which prompted me to continue. “Look… Mikey’s only had one other relationship, and that nearly ended up killing him. I understand that, eventually, the thing between you might end, but please don’t hurt him. He deserves someone who is willing to love and care for him, not someone looking for a quick fuck.” I paused, sighing. “I, uh, I understand that, um, you two might… y’know… but please, don’t take advantage of him. He doesn’t need that.”
Brendon seemed offended when I brought up this particular issue. “Gerard, I’d never do that to Mikey. I know that this seems hard to believe, considering the fact that I’ve really hurt him in the past… but I love him. I don’t want to have sex with him- well, okay, I do, but I want more than that. I want him to smile and be happy. He… he has a really cute smile.”
I smiled at Brendon. Perhaps he wouldn’t be the one to hurt Mikey.
The house was now extremely quiet, which caused my brotherly instincts to kick in. It was probably nothing, but I had to make sure that Mikey was okay. I ran up the stairs and over to Mikey’s room. I knocked on the door, calling Mikey’s name. When he didn’t answer, I opened the door, which presented me with a heartwarming sight.
Mikey and Brendon were curled up beneath Mikey’s duvet, sound asleep. Mikey’s head rested on Brendon’s chest, the comfort of his boyfriend’s heartbeat keeping the nightmares that often plagued him away. Brendon’s arms were wrapped protectively around Mikey, assuring him that, even in sleep, he’d keep him safe.
I left the two of them alone, smiling to myself. If Mikey was happy, then I was, too.
“So, your brother and my step-brother, huh?”
I wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk to Frank. I didn’t hate him or anything… it was just really awkward to talk to him. I mean, he is my ex-boyfriend, after all.
“I’m just as surprised as you are,” I sighed. I glanced over at Mikey and Brendon, who were talking about halfway down the hall. “Not even a week ago, they hated each other’s guts. Now they’re boyfriends. That escalated quickly.”
Frank snorted, “Yeah, it did, didn’t it?” He smiled, which made my heart skip a beat. “It’s good to see that they’re happy. They both deserve it… especially Mikey.”
“The team caught Brendon and Mikey kissing last night,” I said, sighing heavily, “They were taking pictures.”
“Are you serious?” Frank asked, anger in his eyes. “They’re supposed to be his fr-”
Frank was interrupted by the sound of a body being shoved against the lockers. I immediately looked over in Mikey’s direction and, sure enough, someone had him pinned up against his locker. Mikey didn’t seem to be afraid, though- he seemed to be trying to stand his ground.
Brendon was being held back by a few guys from the football team, while the guy that held Mikey against the lockers- I think his name was Austin- continued to provoke him. Imagine my surprise when I saw Mikey knee him in the balls. A smile crossed my face as Austin fell to the floor, his hands immediately going for his crotch.
My happiness was short-lived, though, when Austin recovered, pinning Mikey against the locker once again. He punched Mikey hard in the face, which immediately put me into protective big brother mode. I sprinted towards Austin, a bestial snarl escaping me as I tore him off my brother. Brendon had managed to work his way out of his ex-friends’ grasp and immediately pulled Mikey close to his chest, taking him away from the fight that was currently ensuing.
“You listen here, you son of a bitch,” I hissed, holding Austin against the locker that he had held Mikey against earlier. “If you touch my brother again, I’ll be sure that you won’t be able to masturbate without pain for the rest of your scumbag life. Hell, if you pick on any poor little kid again, I’ll castrate you in front of your girlfriend. Are we clear, Carlile?”
“You don’t have the guts, you fa- oh holy fucking shit!” My knee slammed into Austin’s crotch, causing his voice to go up several octaves. I let him go and walked away, leaving him in pain.
“How bad does it look?” Mikey asked, resting his head on Brendon’s shoulder.
“Do you want me to be honest or be nice?” I asked, handing Mikey an ice pack. He accepted it and placed it on his cheek, whimpering him pain.
“That bad, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Brendon pulled Mikey closer, pressing a kiss onto his other cheek. Mikey sighed in content, nuzzling Brendon’s neck. “Maybe now they’ll leave me alone.”
“I’m sure they will,” Brendon said, rocking Mikey a little. “I may have lost quite a bit of respect from the team for being bi, but I am the best player they have. I told the coach that I was gonna quite if they kept hurting you.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, “Brendon, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Honestly, I’m getting tired of them. I never noticed before, but they really are dicks.” He pecked Mikey’s lips and added, “I feel horrible for ever being a part of that.”
“Well, you’re not now,” Mikey said, a smile on his face, “You’re a better person for seeing that. I… I love you, Brendon.”
Brendon seemed surprised by Mikey’s quiet declaration, but he didn’t seem disgusted. He smiled back at Mikey and replied, “I love you, too, Mikey.” I smiled as they kissed each other once again, the two of them looking quite happy with one another.
“I gotta go, babe,” Brendon said, “Promised Ryan that I’d help him with his geometry homework. Talk to you later.”
“Bye, Brendon.”
Once Brendon was out of earshot, Mikey sighed. “I’m so glad he doesn’t hate me. I, um, I did sort of get him into this.”
I gave Mikey a look. “Mikes, I thought he kissed you.”
“I know, Gee, but I just feel guilty about it. He asked me to keep a secret, and I blew it without saying a word.”
I pulled Mikey into an embrace, kissing his forehead. “He doesn’t blame you, Mikey. If he did, he wouldn’t have stayed with you. Now, c’mon, let’s get you home.”
While I was in the middle of making dinner, I heard a knock on the door. Cursing, I ran out of the kitchen to answer it. Standing there was Brendon, who had something hidden behind his back.
“Is, uh, is this a bad time? I can come back later, if you want,” Brendon said.
“No, um, you’re fine. You’re fine.” I moved over to allow Brendon to enter. “I thought you were helping your friend out with his homework.”
“It turns out that Ryan, and I quote, ‘shipped’ Mikey and I before we were ‘canon,’” Brendon said, clearly amused. “He took me to buy this for Mikey.” He took the object he had hidden behind his back out from behind him- it was a Mickey Mouse plushy. “Um… look, I know that this is really cliché, and I told Ryan that a billion times, but-”
“Actually, it’s kinda sweet,” I said, “Mikey will love it. He’s upstairs, by the way. You’re welcome to stay for dinner, if you’d like.”
“Thanks, Gerard,” Brendon replied, smiling.
“Brendon, I’d like to have a word with you before you go up to see Mikey.” Brendon nodded, which prompted me to continue. “Look… Mikey’s only had one other relationship, and that nearly ended up killing him. I understand that, eventually, the thing between you might end, but please don’t hurt him. He deserves someone who is willing to love and care for him, not someone looking for a quick fuck.” I paused, sighing. “I, uh, I understand that, um, you two might… y’know… but please, don’t take advantage of him. He doesn’t need that.”
Brendon seemed offended when I brought up this particular issue. “Gerard, I’d never do that to Mikey. I know that this seems hard to believe, considering the fact that I’ve really hurt him in the past… but I love him. I don’t want to have sex with him- well, okay, I do, but I want more than that. I want him to smile and be happy. He… he has a really cute smile.”
I smiled at Brendon. Perhaps he wouldn’t be the one to hurt Mikey.
The house was now extremely quiet, which caused my brotherly instincts to kick in. It was probably nothing, but I had to make sure that Mikey was okay. I ran up the stairs and over to Mikey’s room. I knocked on the door, calling Mikey’s name. When he didn’t answer, I opened the door, which presented me with a heartwarming sight.
Mikey and Brendon were curled up beneath Mikey’s duvet, sound asleep. Mikey’s head rested on Brendon’s chest, the comfort of his boyfriend’s heartbeat keeping the nightmares that often plagued him away. Brendon’s arms were wrapped protectively around Mikey, assuring him that, even in sleep, he’d keep him safe.
I left the two of them alone, smiling to myself. If Mikey was happy, then I was, too.
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Not to sound rude or anything, but we've been incredibly busy lately and fan fiction takes a backseat to the real world. I'm not sure when it will be updated, but it will (eventually) be updated.
6/20/14