You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

“Remember that one time I picked up your guitar, and I tried so hard to mimic even a sliver of one of the songs you were perfecting- how mom came in asking how in God’s name you could have broken your brand new guitar already? You both laughed so hard, hell even I laughed- it was a better time.”

Gerard’s soft chuckles turned to quiet murmurs as he softly ran his hand through his younger brothers hair. In different circumstances, it could be my head lying in his lap- without the wide-eyed, terrified look over his face and the slight tremors that rocked his body every few minutes.

He’d been at this for hours, now. Just shushing and repeating good memories of the past, trying to get him to calm down. I even heard him sing a little bit- a nice, quiet melody; although I don’t think singing about how hard it is to leave someone is the best song he could have chosen at this particular moment. At least his voice isn’t terrible. Maybe not the best, but it’s still soothing.

It took at least another hour before Mikey finally calmed down enough to pass out in Gerard’s lap. It’s kinda sweet how even after all they’ve been through, they’re still this close. And after all the stories Mikey’s told me about taking care of Gerard- it seems the tables have turned.

Is it creepy how I’m just watching all this unfold from above? Nah, probably not. At least I have the courtesy to not whack off at this moment, even if it has been a while. Fuck, Frank stop thinking.

“This wall is really fucking uncomfortable.” Gerard spoke up in a harsh whisper, followed by this cute little giggling sound emitting from his thin pink lips. He rustled about, moving his back ever so slightly before sighing in relief. “Much better.”

“Well, get used to it- you’ll probably be like that for a while.”

“You cold?”

“Pshh no, not at all. Although my testicles haven’t shown themselves for a couple of hours.” I spoke up sarcastically, pressing my blankets up closer to myself and shivering slightly. The temperature's dropped tremendously recently and this place won’t drop a dime on any sort of heating whatsoever. You’d think when half the inmates get influenza they’d reconsider- but of course half the inmates are spreading STD’s too, so I think Chlamydia trumps the sniffles any day.

We both snickered for a few seconds before Gerard was forced to still at Mikey’s stirring. “Well you can take my blanket from the top bunk. Not like I’ll be using it tonight. Or the next couple of nights.”

“Dude, Mikey’s been fucked up since he came back.” I murmured the obvious, hopping off the bed quietly.

“Yeah, but he’ll be okay. Some people take solitary worse than others. He just needs a few days of recovery. Trust me- he’s been through worse shit than this.” Gerard pushed the conversation away, as well as a lock of hair from his face. “He just needs time.”

“If you say so.” I grabbed the blanket from his bunk and began to wrap myself in it. I didn’t want to hop back up onto my bunk just yet, so I knelt down next to both brothers for a small sense of company. The thin sheet felt much better than mine did; the scent of sweat, spit and sex leading my brain into a semi-euphoric state. Had it been anyone else’s, I probably would have gagged. But right now just seemed to work- maybe because it was his, or maybe because I was just too damn cold to complain about if it smelled or not. The meat here smells a lot worse than the people do, so I didn’t complain.

“What was it like- in solitary? I mean you came back alright.” I asked curiously. If Gerard came back fine but Mikey was like this- how will it be for me?

“S’ok. Lonely, obviously. The food still sucks as much as it does in the mess hall but…” His voice trailed, searching for something else to say. “Mikey was in there much longer than I was, so I can’t say I know how he feels. Especially with him being younger and more socially dependent on people than I am.” He ran his hand softly through Mikey’s hair, and I sighed at the semi-peaceful boy.

“You know, he kinda looks eighteen if you think about it.” I stated, trying to break the awkward silence that followed.

“Yeah, lets tell that to the twenty inmates ready to bury themselves dick-deep into his ass. ‘Oh, you’re raping a minor- but he looks eighteen, so its okay.’” He retorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“I’m just saying I can see why they wanna bury themselves that far into him- he’s kinda cute.” His head snapped up in my direction at my claim, his body tensing up before relaxing slightly back into the wall.

“Just remember who you really belong too.” He added quietly.

“No need to be jealous, there. Sir.” I emphasized playfully as I watched him tense up again before smirking and stifling a laugh.

“Not jealous, just territorial.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz according to you my dick like a piece of property here. One that you’ve already claimed, might I add-“

“Frank I swear to God you give me a boner with my brother in my lap and I’ll sell you to the lowest bidder-

“Shhh…” He cut himself off and cooed as Mikey began to whimper and stir in his lap.

“God dammit Pete- make them shut up!” He growled into Gerard’s pant leg. Mikey lifted himself from Gerard’s lap and re-situated himself back onto his pillows, promptly falling back to sleep- almost like his normal self. Gerard -now free to move as he pleased- motioned at me to hand him back the blanket as he stood up and approached me. I clung onto the fabric tighter, challenging him.

“Well now that your lap is sibling-free…”

“Maybe tomorrow, I’m catching up on sleep.” He leant his forehead against my own and kissed me softly on the lips, long enough for me to relax fully into the kiss.

It kills me to know that everything he does is just to protect me. All the fake looks, the dominance that never fails to make my pants just a little bit tighter- it’s only to keep me safe. But sometimes, in moments like this where the only thing that could be watching is some all-powerful being that doesn’t give two shits about us in the first place- I like to think it could be real. That if circumstances were different, it would be real.

The kiss didn’t last long, though- I broke it off abruptly as he ripped the blanket away from my greedy little tattooed hands.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” I harshly whispered, breaking apart the kiss and giving the best pouty face I could muster up in the dark.

“Hey, now- don’t be jealous over a blanket.”

“I’m not, I’m being territorial. According to my tease of a roommate, there’s a difference.”

“Just go to sleep.” He rolled his eyes and swiftly turned in the opposite direction, climbing up to this own uncomfortable mattress. I saw him throw his blanket to the edge of the bed, not even attempting to use it. Fucking prick.

I got situated into my own bed set shortly after, shivering slightly as I clung to my own sheet that didn’t smell nearly as enticing as the other one.

Just as I’d finally settled down enough to fall asleep, I hear a slight rustling from across the room before that same intoxicating fabric was thrown onto my face. Internally, I started freaking out like a One-Direction fan girl- but I kept my cool as I laid it out across myself.

“Goodnight, Frankie.”

“Goodnight, Sir.”

I heard him hum contently before I began to slip away into an uncomfortable sleep. The only thing keeping me from a nice, quiet rest was one thought that kept itching in the back of my mind- Who the hell is Pete?

Notes

Hey guys- so my new story "This is How I Disappear" is on hiatus until I can get complete contact with my wonderful co-author. Personal difficulties make it too difficult. We'll let you know as soon as we start working on it again.

Alas- school has started (obviously) and updates are getting longer- but I do have another chapter in the works right now. I was almost done with that one when I realized It wasn't the right time to post it- so I waited a week and wrote this one up instead. I know it's a filler but I think its the best chapter I've written since my vacation. I don't know, ill leave it up to you.

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