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Behind Cell Doors.

Don't you know what I do to guys like you in prison?

Gerard yawned and stretched himself out, drooping eyes not quiet focused on anything particular as they dilated in order to adjust to the white light. He must've fallen asleep pretty soon after getting back from Mikeys room. The boy was nice, treated Gerard like he was normal and not some kind of patient locked up in a random hospital with no idea of his whereabouts.

"Breakfast Gee?" He heard a Jersey accent ask, the metal frame of his single bed creaking as an almost inexistent weight causing Gerard's feet to dip.

"Hmm.." The sleepy male yawned, rubbing a hand over his eyes as he shuffled up, leaning against the cracking wall,

"Hurry up and get dressed then," he felt a cool hand touch his bare shoulder and he was now awake, his hazel pools focusing on the shock of orange that buzzed infront of him.

"The food goes faster than y' think. Well, the good stuff anyways."

"Mikey?" Gerard crossed his arms across his bare chest, cupping his elbows as he crossed his legs, pulling them out from beneath the grunge-yellow sheets. Luckily, on behalf of both party's, the older male had his underwear on, skimpy little black boxers that could technically be classed as panties if categorised. They left nothing to the imagination but Gerard didn't care. Didn't care about the soft protrusion of skin that folded over the waistband of his underwear either. Nor the track marks that ran up his forearms, littering his thighs and just around the peak of skin that joined the shoulders to the neck.
He was past caring, the fear of secrets boring far deeper into his mind than the feeling of compassion or discomfort. Those things were for the weak, and Gerard, though he may be afraid, was far from weak. Weakness was a prison and in Gerard's case, fear was now the key.

"Yah?" The brunette smirked, his eyes darting over the purpling streamline blemishes that peppered the shirtless male,

"S'nothing, just.. can you pass us my jump suit?" Gerard gestured to the orange all-in-one that lay untouched on the floor, right where he had left it the night before. Mikey nodded, bending slowly from his seated position as he picked the outfit up, holding at an arms-reach to the said man.
Gerard smiled gratefully, shimmying to the edge of his relatively comfortable bed before holding the waist of the suit whilst slipping his feet in, then his legs, up and over his scarred thighs and onto one arm, then the next and finally over his shoulders from where he popped each button through the correct hole until he reached his Adam's apple.
The outfits were a little bit like the stereotypical prison jumpers but they were comfy enough, the soft cotton rasping against the tips of Gerard's unbrushed hair, the dark, dirty colour contrasting with the shocking shade of tangerine.

"Finished?" Mikey snapped Gerard out of whatever he was in and the now dressed male nodded, unsteadily standing up as he dragged his hand through the matted knots in his dyed hair.

"Leggo then." The younger boy beamed, seeming a little too happy too be a patient locked up in a pretentious, highly secured, hospital. Or institute. To be honest, and this was only judging by some of the other patients physical and mental states, it could have been either.
The two men strolled, side-by-side, down to the mess hall, Gerard's bare feet padding down the white, rusted stairs as they stayed in silence. Mikey had spent most of last night with Gerard, keeping him close until the guards had made the older man leave and get ready for "lock-down". Like Gerard had said, high security.
Both men had the same breakfast due to the fact that Mikey seemed to know what was good and what wasn't but also because the toast was the only half appealing thing to chose from out of the wilting fruits, speckled in what seemed to be fur, or porridge that may as well have been cement sprinkled with salt instead of the healthy oats it pretended to be.

"Jam?" Mikey asked when they reached the end of the food counter. The sparse, random condiments were placed in a mish-mash on a small table next to the trash can and Gerard shook his head, instead going for the half empty tub of peanut butter. He dreaded to imagine what people may have done to that jar but hunger mounted his disgust, drowning it in a low rumble.
Mikey also grabbed both party's a polystyrene cup filled with a murky water that the cooks called coffee,

"You'll get used to it." The younger boy mused when Gerard puckered his brow after swallowing a mouthful of the anaemic fluids.

"Hmm.."

"So.." The brunette rapped his knuckles in a nonchalant beat as Gerard placed down the white cup he'd been gripping,

"You sleep well?" He asked with a tilt of the head to exasperate his words, Gerard shrugged,

"You?" He murmured, picking up a thickly lathered slice of toast. The skinnier male mirrored his move, shrugging also. They then sat in silence for a while, the only sound those of other patients or their own crunches and chews, the odd slurp coming from Gerard as he tried forced the dry bread down his throat.

"Toast not sitting well, sweety?" Mikey's cold finger tips came in contact with Gerard's clenched fist under the table, the skin on skin contact causing Gerard's jaw to still.

"N-," he coughed and choked on his words,

"No." He finished. Was it him or was it getting hot in here? His vision danced around the room, his concentration on every thing but Mikey's wandering hand. The wandering hand that was now tracing incoherent secrets onto Gerard's orange knee, the skin beneath the fabric on fire with its own secrets.

"Gerard." Mikey's voice was low enough for only the said man to hear and as his head slowly rose to pull down again in a nod he continued,

"Lets go to my cell." He managed and Gerard's brow puckered, the same as it had when he'd taken his first mouthful of the coffee flavoured water,

"Cell?" He asked with a hint of apprehension as Mikey flattened his palm, running it slowly down the innards of the elders thigh as he smirked,

"Oh Gerard, don't you know what I do to guys like you in prison?"


Notes

A.N ~

oohhhh hola guys c:

sorry I haven't update in a few days, I've had a LOAD of homework an revision so .. sorry

but I'm back now! yay! xD

thanks for reading and please, comment, rate etc c;

*mwah* xx



Comments

@DeathNote

Holy Crap I Did It!!!! Yay me!!!

@BLOOD'Y REVENGE
Yay! xD I'll update tonight as well hopefully c: its a working progress cx xx

DeathNote DeathNote
7/15/14

@MCR_ShatteredHeart
Yayayayayayayaay, its bullets but yeah, mainly Desolation Row c: I'll message you when I'm back from school :** x

DeathNote DeathNote
7/15/14

YAYY FOR THE UPDATE!! :D

BLOOD'Y REVENGE BLOOD'Y REVENGE
7/15/14

My guess is Bullets.....it Desolation Row but that's not really an era or is it? I don't know great story so far!!