The Thing About Pain

"I didn't give you half an hour so you guys could get it on." Was what I woke up to Mikey saying. I shot up quickly to nearly hit the poor guy in the forehead. I was breathing hard, and I looked over, and I had woken up Gerard. He stirred, until he opened his eyes, yawned, and stretched. He looked over at Mikey, and his eyes widened in shock. He had scared written all over his face, but he quickly regained his composure, and properly sat up. Whilst doing so, he slightly creased some of the letters, but to me, it mattered more than words could say so I scrambled to get them. I looked back at Mikey, and he just shook his head, I blushed furiously as I noticed him glaring at us both in two ways; confusion, and slight anger. Are you fucking with me?
I don't know how much Gerard told him, or if he told him anything, I just know that I said nothing about having a massive crush on my best friends brother. So in the entirety, this must have thrown him off completely.
I rubbed my neck where Gerard had kissed, and realised I could still feel the pecks here and there, and I shivered slightly.

"We didn't 'get it on' asshole." Gerard muttered.

"Then what is this Gerard?" Mikey asked helplessly. "Both your hair is messed up, Frank has a slight mark on his neck, you were in bed together," He listed. "Dare I go on?" He asked us both. I shuddered, a mark? On my neck? But my hair was long, it must have been harder to tell. Maybe it was from Dan? Or Timmy?
Gerard sensed that I tensed up and he slid his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him, and kissed my temple.

"Mikey, I know you may not be pleased to know, but I like Frank. A lot. Life without him was hell, and I can't deny how I feel about him. You're either against it or for. If against, I advise you leave." Gerard firmly said. I felt as if he was managing his bipolar better. This time he didn't burst out in anger, yet he kept a straight face, and strong tone, letting Mikey know he wasn't taking any of his shit.

"G-Gerard, do you really like him?" Mikey asked. I was blushing hard, and looking at my hands.

"I do like you a lot, Frankie. More than you could believe." I smiled., and looked up into Gerard's eyes. A smile crept onto my face and I couldn't believe this man. I know his letters spilled his heart, but hearing it, spilled out into the open air, I quite liked it. I heard Mikey snicker. I shot my head his way and gave him a glare.

"I see your feelings are quite, Frank. Do you find him adorkable?" Was Mikey high? No, that wasn't possible. Mikey never did drugs, he stayed away. He acted like it sometimes sure, but never like this.

"I do find him adorkable, in his glasses and all. And if I took them off," He slowly removed his hand from my waist and took my glasses off for me. "I'd find him just as beautiful." And without warning, as if Mikey were non existent, he leaned in, slithered his hand to my waist, and placed his gentle lips to mine. Instantly, I kissed him back, as my eyes fluttered shut. I never felt like this with anyone. Dragon's setting the empty cave on fire.
Gerard moved his hands to the small of my back and gently pulled me closer, knowing that he shouldn't be rough because of all I've been through. He gently began to nibble on my bottom lip, getting a whimper of pleasure from me. That's when Mikey cleared his throat and caused us to break away. Gee handed me back my glasses and I put them back on.

"Frank, your parents though..." Mikey broke the awkward tension with the worst possible subject. "They passed away, and you wouldn't have somewhere to go if you got out. You have their money, yeah, but you need a job before getting an apartment. " I nodded in understanding. "Feel free to stay with me, or if Gerard's out and about, feel free to stay there, okay?" I nodded. He was saying this as if in a hurry. I didn't understand what made him want to leave. "Look, Frank, I'm so sorry, I have to run. I'm missing your parents funeral right now. It's bad enough. I'll come by when I can. I'll come more often. Gerard, take good care of him because I will kill you if I find out he's hurt." With that threat Mikey left the room and a doctor came in. Dr. Bryar.

"Alright, Frank, you can go back to your room. You're in stable condition. We'll check on you every so often." He smiled and detached me from the heart monitor. "Nice boyfriend there." He whispered to me, followed by winking. As soon as I was up on my feet I grabbed all my belongings, including the letters, and dragged Gee to our room. He opened the door with enthusiasm, and I walked in to see most of the walls covered in drawings of me, him and I, a few of Mikey, some more dark and morbid, but others happy.

"I waited for a long time, Frankie." He closed the door and sighed out. I smiled at him and sat on the bed.

"Gee?" I questioned. He strutted up to me with so much sass.

"Yes, sugar?" It sent a shiver down my spine, and he said that and sat next to me.

"What have you been waiting for?" I swallowed hard. He grinned at me, and cupped my face gently, being careful as if handling glass, and brought his lips to mine. With the gentleness of a butterflies wings, he kissed me, and kissed me. Seldom we'd break apart for air, and if we did, we kept out lips three millimetres apart, then returned them, to mold together and move in sync.
Slowly he laid me down on the bed, but didn't break off the kiss, until he put his hands on my wait and started kissing down my jawline and my neck, carefully placing strategic kisses here and there making me moan and groan in the process. He then flipped us over, so that I was on top. I began to slowly, but passionately kiss his tragic lips, and once I got tired, I laid down on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was beautiful and I couldn't help but grin.

"Frankie, you're so beautiful." He twirled strands of my hair.

"So are you, Gee." He carefully slipped us under the covers, and held me in place, and for once, I felt safe, just listening to his heartbeat, and feeling the rise and fall of this chest. "Goodnight, Gee." I whispered feeling tired.

"Goodnight, my beautiful, Frankie." I felt his lips of my head and with that in my head, I drifted off.

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