"Frank?" Mikey said quietly.

Frank turned to him, studying his best friend's younger brother carefully.

Mikey still had such a boyish vibe about him, in everything that he did.

"Yeah?"

"I was, um, I was wondering if...if maybeyoucouldkissmesoI'dknowifI'mgayornot?"

"Wha?" Frank said. He hadn't understood a single word that had come from Mikey's mouth.

Mikey turned red. "Can...can you k-kiss me?"

"Uh, are you serious?" This was the wrong thing to ask. Frank knew Mikey was serious.

"Um, yeah. I think I might be gay..." Mikey seemed to calm down a bit as Frank hugged Mikey.

Mikey's frame was a bit taller and lankier than Frank's, but Frank hugged him tightly nonetheless.

"Yeah, sure, Mikey."

Mikey exhaled, tensing again as Frank pulled away and looked him in his dark tumultuous eyes.

"Relax, Mikey. I'm not going to bite or anything." Frank smiled, his attempt to calm Mikey helped a little.

"Okay..." Mikey whispered as he sat on the bed in their five-star hotel room .

Frank stood over him, then leaned over, his face only an inch away from Mikey's.

Mikey's eyes closed, his head tilting back as Frank's lips collided with his.

But no sooner than Frank pulled away, Mikey's eyes snapped open and he grabbed Frank's shirt.

"More," he demanded.

Frank looked surprised at the lust he saw reflected in Mikey's eyes. He wondered if Mikey had felt the same sparks he'd felt when their lips had touched.

He pushed his lips back to Mikey's, and Mikey pulled Frank back on the bed with him, tangling his long limbs with Frank's.

If there was one position that Frank never thought he'd be in, it was this one. Not that he was complaining.

Frank moaned into Mikey's mouth as their crotches pressed closer together so that they were almost grinding.

"Mikey...Mikey," Frank tried to get Mikey's attention as he sucked on Frank's neck.

"Hmm?" Mikey murmured against Frank's flesh, giving him goosebumps .

"Mikey...we can't...we can't do that...I should've stopped this."

Mikey pulled away and looked at Frank with confusion. "I thought you wanted it too, Frankie? What do you mean, we can't?"

Frank's mouth went dry. "Because...because, Mikey, I've...I'm with Gerard. We've been together for...for about a month now."

Mikey looked hurt. "What? Why didn't you tell us? Why did you agree to kiss me?"

"I-we...didn't know how you'd react! And I agreed to help you figure yourself out. I didn't mean for it to go so far..."

"I should've known better," Mikey hissed.

"Mikey, I'm sorry."

"Get away, you whore!"

Frank felt anger boiling in the pit of his stomach . "I'm not a whore, Mikey. Maybe someday you'll understand that."