Three Cheers For Sweet Waycest!

~GERARD~
As the days went on, I fell more and more for Mikey. The innocent side of him he displays for our mom while he brushes his leg against mine, running his hand over my thigh and driving me freaking crazy, all the while talking to mom about something as simple as the weather. Not that I could focus on conversation with Mikey's teasing. God, I hated my brother.
"Can I be excused?" I blurted, interrupting my mom unintentionally as Mikey's hand found my crotch. "P-papers to grade." I explained, taking a shaky deep breath as Mikey palmed me through my jeans. "Geebear, you barely ate." Mikey commented gently, his eyes wide with fake innocence and my breathing became labored.
"Go ahead, Gee." Mom nodded and I stood up, pushing Mikey's hand away, ignoring his adorable pout as I put the plates in the sink.
"No fair." Mikey whined. "He's just gonna eat a bunch of ice cream later instead of his dinner."
I completely ignored my brother as I rushed upstairs, my pants kicked off by the time I landed on the bed. Fuck, Mikey. He was killing me. His gorgeous brown hair sticking up in all directions despite his efforts to straighten it, his hazel eyes sparkling with interest and wonder. His jeans clung to his legs and outlined his skinny frame. His teeshirts were always a little too small and sometimes I think he did it on purpose. Just to tease me.
...
Despite my unstoppable love for Mikey, I couldn't help but think of my little brother's best friend. Frankie. He loved me and I couldn't understand, however, how two amazing men could possibly love me. I'm just Gerard Way: Art teacher who likes to think singing along to Johnny Cash in the shower is acceptable at five in the morning after five cups of coffee.
Frank had hazel eyes like both Mikey and I but something was different about the way he carried himself. He might be a midget, but he sure as hell could stand his ground and win a fight. He was tattooed and pieced and god, he was beautiful with his flippy hair.
He was the very opposite of Mikey and maybe that's what he loved about him. He was short where Mikey was tall; taller than most boys his age. He was fearless where Mikey was cutely shy and nervous.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just pick one. I love both of them. So I did the only thing I could think of, regardless of the consciences, my phone in my hand and dialing Frank's number before I knew exactly what I was doing.
"Hello?" A sleepy voice answered and I glanced at the clock.
Oh, whoops.
Two in the morning and I was calling his student.
Frank's voice was husky with sleep and he was probably struggling to stay awake.
"Hi." I squeaked, my hands sweating so much I was scared I'd drop my phone.
"Gee!" Frank chirped and my heart was hammering in my chest as I gulped loudly.
It was now or never...

Notes

Dude. I updated. Hooray!!!