The Fic Without a Title

“I told them no sex before dinner.” I sighed resignedly. I smiled apologetically at Frank. “Could you watch the oven for me? I should go stop them before they get in too deep, or they’ll be exhausted and late to dinner. I did not make all this food for them to be late!”

With a huff I left the room, hearing muffled laughs from Frank. Storming up the stairs, I threw open Mikey’s bedroom door without bothering to knock.

This was a bad idea.

No sooner had I opened the door then I screamed, covering my eyes. “MICHAEL JAMES WAY! I TOLD YOU NO SEX BEFORE DINNER! COVER YOURSELF AND GET YOUR SKINNY ASS DOWNSTAIRS NOW!” I screeched, refusing to open my eyes back up. Of course I had walked in as they were commencing in some frottage. In other words, grinding against each other buck naked. It goes without saying that I did not want to see my baby brother’s dick, especially not just before he has sex.

“GERARD!” Mikey yelled, throwing some covers over himself and Pete. “What the hell?! You could’ve knocked at the very least! Get out of my room!”

“Get your ass dressed and downstairs! NOW!” I yelled back, slamming the door farther open. Pete was redder than a ripe tomato, huddled against Mikey’s chest and looking absolutely terrified.

“Gerard! Quit it! You’re scaring Pete!” Mikey growled, turning to his mate and cuddling him gently while whispering what I assumed to be sweet nothings in his ear.

“It’s your fault! I told you no sex before dinner and I meant it!” I snapped back, my arms folded tightly across my chest.

“Just go Gerard! You’re being an ass, and I don’t care to deal with it.” Mikey snarled at me, eyes narrowed in anger. I huffed loudly, turning on heel and stomping down the stairs. I was rather ticked at Mikey, not as much for ignoring my orders as for talking back. I may only be his brother, but I sure as hell still wanted respect. Frank seemed rather confused when I stormed back in, biting his lip and just getting out of my way. I grumbled angrily to myself for a minute before he spoke up.

“Er, Gerard? I know it’s not exactly my place to ask, but what happened? Are you okay?”

“No I am not o-fucking-kay!” I snarled, slamming the knife I had been holding down. Frank flinched and I instantly regretted yelling at him. He’d been so kind to me just minutes ago when I had burnt myself.

“I’m sorry.” I sighed, turning to face him properly. “I didn’t mean to snap. Mikey can be frustrating sometimes. All he seems to care about now is Pete.” My gaze drifted to the floor. “I guess I just miss my baby brother.” I exhaled sharply, looking back up.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to drag you into the family drama. Anyways, the lasagna’s almost ready. I’m going to set the table. Thanks for helping me with dinner.” I gave him a slightly strained smile before leaving to the dining room.

Notes

This is fun. This is very fun.

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