***Time Stamp: Five Years Later***

Michael is bored as he sits in class. He is so far ahead of where they are because of his extra studies that it is hard to concentrate sometimes. That and the idiots that are in the back of the class that keep making noises and disrupting the lesson.

”All right class, that’s just about it. Now remember, your essay on Macbeth is due on Monday and…yes Michael?”

”I already finished mine.”

”Very well, you can drop it off as you leave.”

The boys in the back begin to taunt and chide him with words like suck up, teacher’s pet, and know it all. Fortunately they are loud and the teacher shuts them down by telling them to stay after class. When the bell rings Michael drops his paper off and heads out to the bus.

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Upon arriving home he sees his brother and his friends horsing around in the yard. He wishes that he could join them, but instead he heads inside and put his books on the table. He heads to the fridge to grab a healthy snack and a drink. Michael settles himself with his books and begins his homework so that he is done with it by the time his parents come home so he can work on cases with them. Just another typical day for Michael Way.

***Time Stamp: One Week Later***

"I love Mondays."

"What are you nuts? Monday is when we go back to school!?"

"Not this Monday."

"What do you mean not this Monday?”

"Dude, do you ever look at the school calendar?"

"Oh shit, Memorial day!"

"Yup and you know what that means riiigghhht?"

"ALLNIGHTER!"

Gerard watches the guys high five each other as they make plans to pull an all nighter on Sunday at his house. He finishes his fries as he glances around the cafeteria. He sees the usual assholes making trouble and the cliques all sitting together. Then he sees his brother sitting by himself at a table surrounded by books. He sighs. Mikey never gets a break.

"Hey Gee, what's wrong?"

"Just feeling bad for the kid again."

"Oh man, you know how the 'rents' are to him?"

"Yeah, just...it's so not fair."

"Why don't you invite him to the game on Sunday? There is no school and your parents have work so they will go to sleep early. We can sneak him down."

"Not a bad idea Ray, let me go ask him."

Gerard grabs apple off the tray knowing how much Mikey likes them. He crosses the cafe making his way to where the younger Way is sitting. Mikey happens to glance up and sees Gerard approaching him. He waves slightly and waits until he's in ear shot before speaking.

”Hey Gee, what’s up?”

”Nothing much Mikes, how is your day going?”

”Can’t really complain.”

Gerard sits down across from Mikey and hands him the apple.

"Soooo Mikes..."

”Yeah?”

"No school Monday."

"Yeah, so? This Monday is not different from last Monday to the Monday next. I will be up to my ears in cases that I have no interest in instead of enjoying what’s left of my childhood.

Mikey was not bitter towards Gerard, but he did had a bite in his words.

"True, but this Monday will be different because The Harpers are going to kidnap you from your slumber and force you to drink the nectar of the Gods and eat lamas bread as they regale for you tales of their daring deeds."

”But I would much rather have a hearty stew with a flagon of Elven Wine while I listen to the colorful language with in the insults traded by Turkane and No Need.."

Mikey watched as the smile slid from Gerard’s face as he parsed what he just said. Mikey had savored those moments by the vent now more than ever as the noose was tightening around his neck of the life his parents chose for him.

"Wait...when? I have not taken to tucking you in with a story for the past three years and...why you little clever sneak! The vents! Clever My Mikey, clever indeed. You would make a fine rogue one day. Anyway are you in? The ‘rents’ will be asleep and the guys are cool with it."

"I would love to Gee, but finals are soon and the honors are no joke and..."

"Coommmeee oonnn Miiikkeeeyyy Pleeeaaasseeee?."

Gerard's whining was attracting attention to the two Ways. Mikey looked around nervously and nodded.

"Okay okay! Sheesh, who is the older brother here agan? Tell the guys that I will accept their invitation."

"Yay verily!"

Gerard reached over and pulled Mikey into a hug crushing the paper that he was working on. He kissed him on the head and then headed back over to his table. Mikey looked down at his paper and sighed. He'd have to rewrite everything he'd gotten done. His parents would never accept that crumpled mess. Mikey grabbed another piece of paper and got to work on writing everything on the new sheet. He found it very hard to concentrate right then though. He'd never played Dungeons and Dragons before but he's always wanted to. Gerard would always tell him stories or he'd always listen in on their games wishing he could play. His time has finally come that he'll get to do something other than studying. Suddenly a loud roar came from the other side of the cafeteria.

"HUZZAH!"

Gerard's table was standing up and high fiving each other. Gerard looked over at Mikey and raised his can of Mtn. Dew to him as he smiled brightly and took a drink. Sunday night was going to be very interesting indeed.

***Time Stamp: Sunday Afternoon***

Michael is practically asleep internally, but outside he is wide eyed and nodding at all the right moments and pointing out the obvious mistakes and making his parents really proud.

”I think we should break for lunch.”

”Wonderful idea. I will get some take out from the Vietnamese place on the corner.”

Michael watched his mother and father making their own plans as he sat there spacing out. He thought he was going to lose it when his mom finally left the room to make copies of the next case for him. Michale dropped his perfect posture and slumped in the chair. He pulled out his phone and texted his brother.

Hey Gee *MJWay*

It took a moment till he heard the return chime

Hey Mikes! Hows it goin? *Gee I’m Amazing!*

We just broke for lunch. Have about five more hours before we come home. *MJWay*

Oh man that sucks. Well remember you have more to look forward to tonight. *Gee I’m Amazing!*

I know Gee. See you later. *MJWay*

Later Mikes. J *Gee I’m Amazing!*

Michael finished his text just as his mother returned.

”Your father will be right back Michael, why don’t you take a look of your copy of the case while I use the facilities okay?”

Michael nodded and took the paper work. He sighed and began to read the intro praying that the day would end.

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"Well gentlemen, I think we can call it a day."

"Yes, we should get home in time to make a healthy dinner for Michael."

The Ways begin to pack up their bags as the clock in the office chimes seven. They grab their briefcases and head to the Mercedes. As they are driving home the night is setting in.

"I do hope that Gerard's friends have behaved themselves."

"Well despite what they get up to, they seem to be good kids."

"Yes, I just wish Gerard was more motivated to do something with his life."

This was the part where they ignored Michael and went into conversation about what they disliked about his brother. Michael could do nothing, but sit back and listen. He never interjected his opinion. It would only fall on deaf ears anyway.

"Oh would you look at them."

As they pulled up to the house Michael saw Gerard and his friends outside sword fighting with the professional wooden practice swords that they all bought at the Ren faire last summer.

"Have at thee knave!"

"Oh look the fighter actually has some class."

"You may have class, but at least I don't go around hurting innocent village people!"

"Innocent? They are far from innocent!"

"Oh yes, stealing the Baron's grain to feed their starving families that are only starving because he takes their money!"

"Go Billie!"

"Out of Game!"

Gerard stopped fighting Billie to look at Tre.

"Tre if you are going to partake of the scene you have to stay in character."

"Sorry Gee, I forgot."

"Ugh, well it's getting too dark anyway so let's head back inside."

The boys head into the house just as Donald pulls into the driveway.

”I just don’t understand them. I mean all of them are either Gerard’s age or going to be. How can they still be embroiled in this childish game?”

”Now Mother, I have heard of a great many distinguished people who have played Gerard’s game and have gone onto great things.”

Donna turned on her son.

”Really Michael, who then?”

Michael was about to answer when Donald’s cell went off.. When Donna realized who he was talking to, she shifted interests and Michael slipped out of the car and into the house with his parents trailing slowly behind,

Gerard is on the phone with his friends milling around waiting for him when his parents and sibling enters the house.

"Yeah, chopsticks and duck sauce please."

Donald rolls his eyes.”

"Gerard don't you and your friends ever eat anything healthy?"

"Pizza and Chinese are just easier Mr. Way."

"Besides, it has broccoli!"

"Yeah, the three pieces your carton of grease comes with!"

"Hey, I cherish those three pieces!"

Ray and Tre start to argue about it when Gerard intervenes.

"All right guys, back down stairs. My parents need the kitchen."

The guys head down still arguing the merits of Chinese. Gerard walks over to Michael and ruffles his hair.

"Hey Mikey, how was the lesson today?"

”Oh you know. I learned a lot and continue to absorb more knowledge each time.”

Gerard of course knew this was a bull shit out to the question to make his parents proud.

"Gerard come on!"

"All right, I'm coming. Save you an egg roll kiddo."

Donna rolled her eyes, but said nothing. She was used to Gerard making promises that Michael knew would never be. She joined Donald in the kitchen as he finished making the hearty salad that was their dinner tonight. It was a simple fare for a simple night.

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*knock knock*

Mikey was on his bed reading when the knock came. He hopped up and opened the door.

”Shall we?”

”As long as you are sure they are asleep.”

Gerard smirks and waves his mom's Valium bottle at Mikey.

"I suggested that they may both want to take some in case we are accidentally too loud and I know that they have to work tomorrow."

Gerard wraps an arm around Mikey's shoulders.

"Come on Mikes. I have a surprise waiting for you downstairs."

Mikey closes his door as he walks with Gerard down the stairs.

”A surprise huh?””

Gerard takes Mikey's hand as he opens the basement door and then closes it behind them. Even though it is dark Gerard navigates the stairs perfectly keeping Mikey from getting hurt. They step on the bottom step and for the first time in years Mikey sees Gerard's room.

"Welcome young Michael to the lair of the Dungeon Master."

The posters are different than they were four years ago. The TV and DVD player are in the same place though. Gerard stops at the dresser and pulls out a tin of food for Mikey.

"I ordered your favorite Mikes."

Mikey took the carton from Gerard. He could feel the warmth and knew that it was just warmed for him.

”Thanks Gee.”

"Gee tell him that he can't do that!"

"Do what?"

"He can't do detect magic when I do it to try and beat me in knowing if something is magical!"

"Why does he want to do that?"

"So his fuck buddy here can steal it and...oh shit...I mean. sorry Michael, I didn't see you there."

"Sorry for what? Nothing that's said or done here is a big deal. I listen to my bro talk all the time, all of you actually. And for the love of God please call me Mikey."

"Wait how have you been listening to us?"

Gerard looked at Billie and pointed to the vent above them.

"Oh shit! Wait does that mean your 'rents' can hear us too?"

"Nah, that vent is in the wash room."

"Oh okay, so Mich...Mikey, are you joining the game?"

"Nah, he's just going to sit in and finally get something else to eat other than that crap my 'rents' call healthy."

Mike looks over at Mikey's food.

"Dragon and the Phoenix. Fancy shit huh?"

"Shut the fuck up Mike. Just because he has taste and you don't."

"If he's not allowed to have junk like this, how did he find out he liked that?"

Mikey blushed a little.

”Well Gee here eats General Tao and used to save me some. I am not into spice, but I got used to the taste really early.”

”Also shrimp is Mikey’s favorite seafood, so I just put the two together.”

”Gee always takes good care of me.”

"Awww that's so sweet!"

"I'm gonna puke."

Mike smacks Tre upside the head as Ray and Bob return from upstairs.

"All right guys got another round of Dew and...hey hey, the younger Way!"

"Wow Gee, you did it!"

"Of course I did, I'm the Dungeon Master am I not?"

"Okay okay, enough bullshit, can we get back to the game?"

"Okay, so at last turn Turkane was running through the woods with Grog after him."

"Yup and he is going to catch your ass thief."

"Fuck you Nonead, if you didn’t suck so much, I would not have been able to steal your bag last night!"

"Yeah, with all the party's treasure in it."

"Who the fuck lets the rogue hold the party treasure!?"

Gerard leans into Mikey as the other boys are bickering.

"Hey, if you have any questions let me know okay?"

”I think I can follow it pretty well, although through the vent I can’t tell who is what.”

Gerard pulls out his notes and gives them to Mikey. Mikey looks at them and then back at Gerard.

”I don’t know what any of this means.”</ p>

:”It’s okay kiddo, I will explain things as we go.”

"All right guys, what's happening next?"

Ray picks up his dice and starts to shake them.

"So Grog continues to pursue Turkane into the woods."

"Wait are you going to attack me?"

Billie looks at Ray wide eyed.

"Um...yes?"

"Okay, hang on. Gee, I'm going to try and reason with Grog."

"Reason with him? Uh, he is a brainless half-orc, you know that right Billie…uh no offense Ray."

”None taken Gee.”

"Turkane never made it into the Harpers by being a coward...unlike someone else here."

Tre holds his hands up.

"Hey, I just know when to lay low out of the fight."

"Yeah, low enough to hide under the wagon. You are a disgrace to rogues every where!"

"Maybe Turkane, but I don’t have a 6'6" half-orc after me looking to squish me like a bug."

Billie turns to Gerard.

"Rolling for diplomacy."

"Okay. go ahead."

Mikey watches as Billie’s die goes rolling along the mat of squares and lands in front of him. The die lands on 16, but Mikey doesn’t think that sounds very high for what he is doing. Gerard looks at him and places an arm around his shoulder leaning in to explain further what is going on.

”Billie's character is trying to avoid physical confrontation with Ray's character so he is going to try and reason with him."

"Which is stupid because Grog's intelligence is in the negatives."

"Fuck off Tre!”

Gerard rolls his eyes and continues explaining to Mikey the scene.

”Tre is right that Grog does not have average intelligence, but he has wisdom and..."

"And that is what I am banking on! Gee I rolled a 16 and my diplomacy gives me a plus 6!"

"Okay, role play it out!"

”Isn’t that what you guys are always doing outside after school?”

”Well yeah, sort of, but that is called LARPing. Actual role playing is done so that the player’s are in character as they talk out the scene rather than acting it out.”

Mikey still looks puzzled, but listens fascinated.

"Grog...may I call you G? Anyway, G man, why are you chasing me? You must be exhausted by now! I'll bet you could use a drink too. Here, you can have my wine skin."

Ray listens to Billie and then rolls his own dice. He looks at Gerard and shrugs.

"Grog kind of thirsty and I like the sound of G. Less scary than Grog."

Billie hands Ray his Mtn. Dew for fun. Ray takes a drink and then hands it back.

"Thanks, now I smash you with my club."

"Whoa whoa G, we are friends now. We drank together, you can't smash a friend!"

Ray looks again and rolls his dice.

"Grog and Turkane friends?"

"Yeah big guy that's right friends."

"Grog never have friends before."

"Well you got one now. So why don’t we talk."

"Okay. Bartos say I have to smash you."

Billie glares at Mike who is smirking.

"Why did Bartos say that G?”

"Cause you stole party treasure."

"Ah, but I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to steal Nonead's bag. I didn’t know that it was a bag of holding."

Gerard is leaning back impressed with his players. He looks over and sees confusion in his younger sibling’s eyes, but also wonder. He reaches out and steals a shrimp from Mikey's container.

”Hey! They only give me six in the whole thing!”

”So, sharing is caring remember Mikes? Besides, Turkane managed to steal two piece of chicken from you and you never noticed.”

Mikey looked over at Billie who was quietly chewing.

”E tu Turkane?”

”What can I say, I have amazing slight of hand.”

Billie wiggles his saucy fingers at Mikey.

”Yeah, well I heard your girlfriends doesn’t agree.”

Billie chokes on the food he’s chewing and the rest of the table cracks up. Gerard pats Mikey on the back and puts the shrimp back. Mikey smiles, but then picks it back up again.

”I don’t mind sharing with you Gee. I was just playing.”

Mikey picks up the shrimp and holds it out for Gerard. He carefully takes it from Mikey and smiles as he chews.

"If you two are done flirting, I was finally getting somewhere."

Gerard hits Tre making Ray laugh. Ray clears his throat getting back into character.

"Why you steal from Nonead?"

"Cause he really did not need his sword when he was busy hiding under the wagon when the fight broke out."

"Oh! Is that where he went?"

"Yes and I wanted to show him how bad a thief he really was."

Ray starts a deep laugh from his belly.

"That funny. You funny Turkane...but I still have to smash you."

"Wait! What if I gave the bag back?"

"Uh....shit Gee?"

Gerard looks at Ray.

"Well, what if he did?"

Gerard looks thoughtful for a moment.

"Well Bartos only told you to smash Turkane to get the bag back, but if he just gives it to you it fulfills your job without bloodshed. I would roll for it."

"Okay."

Ray rolls his dice and then smiles.

"I think Grog understand. You give me bag and I no smash you."

"I will do that then and we can go back to town together and explain everything."

Gerard beams as Billie pretends to hand Ray a bag.

"Nice job guys. The encounter had no bloodshed. You will earn extra experience for this. Okay smoke break."

"Yes!"

"About fucking time!"

"We need more chips anyway."

Gerard reaches in a grabs his cigarettes.

"Joining me Mikes?"

”Sure, I guess.”

The guys scatter to wherever and Gerard leads Mikey to the basement entrance. They climb the stairs and Gerard opens the door into the night. He settles against the house where he has an old coffee can full of crushed cigarette butts. He opens up his pack and pulls one out lighting by cupping his hand around the flame. Gerard takes a deep pull and holds it in till when he lets it out, there is almost no color to the smoke. Mikey watches fascinated.

”I hope you don’t end up with the same habit.”

”I don’t think there is much motivation to make me.”

”Well if you date a girl that smokes, it makes kissing easier. Most will complain about the taste.”

”Did any of your girlfriends complain?”

”Well yeah, I had a few, but I only went out with them for a short time.”

”Well I don’t think that will be something I have to worry about.”

”What dating a girl that smokes?”

”No, dating a girl period.”

Gerard chokes on his inhale. He fights to catch his breath and then looks at his brother.

”Uh…Mikey, do you know what you are saying?”

”That I am most likely gay like you, yeah.”

”Wait! How did you know I was…I mean…fuck, you are too smart for your own good. Look you can’t tell the ‘rents’ okay, I’m just not…”

Mikey steps up to Gerard and places an hand on his arm, which is now shaking.

”I’m not ready to say anything about me, so why would I out you?”

”This is true.”

”So, how many relationships have you had?”

Gerard blushes and looks at the ground.

”Just one, we recently broke it off though. Decided we were better being friends and he was moving anyway, so long distance sucks.”

”Do the guys know?”

”Yeah, I brought him round to game once. The guys were cool with it.”

”I am too Gee.”

Gerard finishes his cigarette and then pulls Mikey in for a hug.

”I love you Mikey.”

”I love you too Gee.”

Gerard took a breath of Mikey's hair, which smelled like his own shampoo, cause he hated the crap their parents made him use, and gave him one last squeeze and the answered Ray.

"Yeah Grog. Keep your loin cloth on, were coming."

Gerard smiled and took Mikey's hand in his as they walked back down the stairs and into the basement once more.

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"So are you telling me that I don't have a fucking hand anymore!"

"Well yeah Billie I am."

"Mike you are a fucking dick!"

"Nope, Bartos is."

"Yeah, well Helm is not too happy with Bartos right now so expect your spells to not work as well as they would."

"Fuck! Why Gee!?"

"You lobbed off the hand of a party member who explained his reasoning for the misunderstanding of taking the party treasure. What the hell made you think it would be okay with your God!?"

"Oh fuck this!"

Mike kicked the table and the dice and small painted figurines fell everywhere including the floor. Gerard jumped up knocking into Mikey slightly.

"Listen fuck face, you will respect my stuff as well as your peers! I am the fucking Dungeon Master and my word is law here!"

Mikey sat back and looked up at Gerard. He had never seen his brother get angry like that. There was a fire a passion in him and it made a strange feeling appear in his stomach. He reached up and touched his wrist. Gerard looked over to him with a glare, but realizing who he was, it softened a little.

"Mikey tell your crazy brother to calm the fuck down!"

Gerard growled at Mike.

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"Don't fucking talk to him like that!"

"Whoa, easy Gee, please calm down."

Gerard growled as he turned to Ray, but the look in Ray's eyes was full of concern. Gerard took a deep breath and then slumped back into his seat.

”Come on guys, please don’t fight. This may be my only chance to see you guys play. I don’t want it to end this way.”

Mikey gets down on the ground and begins to pick up the dice and figures. The other boys join him. Mikey looked at Gerard hoping that he was calmed down. Gerard took another deep breath..

"I’m sorry I lost it guys. I’m really sorry for getting in your face Mike,”

"It's cool Gee, I’m sorry too."

Once all the pieces were back and everyone's dice were returned Billie spoke up.

"So I am missing my hand right?"

"Uh yeah."

"Cool! I go to the black smith and ask him to cauterize the wound."

"Ewwww really?"

Billie looked at Tre and smirked.

"Yup! Then I ask him take a gauntlet and help me turn it into a mechanical hand."

Gerard looked impressed. He picks up a d20 and starts to roll it. He does some calculating and smiles.

"The blacksmith turns out to been quite adept and is able to fill your request."

"So how long will it take?"

"Well you guys are stuck in this town till you find your next adventure so considering what happened to you I will say it took three days."

"Cool! So I go back to see him."

"Did anyone else have anything they wanted to do for the three days?"

"Nah, just the usual I think right guys?"

The guys all nodded.

"Okay so Ray gets drunk, Bob studies in the library, Mike hangs out in the temple, and Tre and Billie get laid."

"Yup and I get the sympathy card so I get laid for half price."

Billie smirks and rolls his d20.

"19 with a +9 to persuasion."

Gerard laughs and rolls his own dice. He looks at the numbers and then laughs even louder.

"Shit Billie, the girls feel so bad for you, plus you regale them with the tale that you get an orgy for free."

"Fuck yeah, I am awesome!"

"Yup and since Nonead did it to you, the prettier girls won’t lie with him."

"Awww man, what the fuck?"

"Sorry baby, we have a thing for heroes, not cowards like you."

Gerard purrs and brings his voice higher to sound like a girl.

”Wow Gee, I never heard you do a voice like that before!”

”Yeah, Gee is pretty talented when it comes to the voices.”

”Cool! So do we get to watch you role play out the whole orgy?”

"Uhhhhh..."

"Cause I know I have heard you acting out scenes with sex in it before.."

Gerard turned five shades of red.

”Wait, when was this?”

”Oh shit! I think the kid heard Gee actually doing it and thought we were gaming!”

”It had to be Jason then casue…”

"Look guys just shut it okay!? Can we get back to the game?"

"Yeah, so look, after I dip my wick multiple times into multiple girls I head back to the blacksmith."

Gerard groaned. Billie would have to phrase it that way. He tried to bring the game back to serious point.

"Right yeah, so he has you hand all ready."

"Cool! I pick it up and hook it to the stump of my wrist."

"Okay, the black smith does some more tinkering and then it's fully attached."

"Awesome! I flex it a bit and the look around the shop. What do I see on the tables?"

"Uh...well the usual tools and pieces of iron and other metals."

"Do I see a cup?"

Gerard rolls a die.

"Sure."

"Great! I walk over to it and pick it up in my new hand and crush it and say...Groovy."

"Fuck yeah Billie!"

”Holy shit! I did not even see that coming!"

Billie gets high fived all round, but Mikey looks puzzled.

”Wait, what is so amazing about crushing a cup? Can’t anyone do that?”

"Wait...your brother has never...?"

"Shut up Tre! He's not allowed to watch movies like that!"

"Oh fuck...I'm....sorry Mikey."

Gerard looks pissed for a moment and then looks at Mikey and softens his features.

"What he did Mikes was a scene from Evil Dead 3. That's why the guys are all excited."

”Oh, it’s a horror movie. Yeah, mother and father think that it is a waste of brain cells so I can only watch historical dramas or education films.”

Gerard can see that Mikey is upset about this. It really is unfair to the kid. A quiet settles on the group as they mourn for Mikey’s situation.

"Hey Gee, I'm hungry again."

"Yeah, and I need to piss."

Gerard looked at his watch. It read 2 am.

"Yeah, okay guys, break time. We got about three hours of game play left. Everyone still good?"

"I will be when I get more Dew."

"Yeah and heat up my left over Chinese."

"All right guys, just keep it down in the kitchen."

"Right Gee."

Ray, Bob, and Billie went upstairs taking the bag of left overs with them. Tre went up with them to use the upstairs bathroom while Mike used the downstairs. Gerard grabbed his cigarettes and headed up the outside stairs with his brother following him. Gerard lit up, and inhaling and blowing the smoke into the air looked at Mikey.

"You still good? I mean it's three. You can crash on my bed for a bit and I will wake you at six when we finish."

As if on cue Mikey yawned.

”Maybe I will crash for a while. I can listen to the rest of the game.”

Mikey scuffed the ground with his shoes and shivered a bit. For May, it was kind of chilly. Gerard looked at him and took off his hoodie and placed it on Mikey’s shoulders.

”There you go kiddo, that should keep you warm.”

Gerard put his cigarette out and slung an arm around Mikey's waist and led him back downstairs. No one had returned yet so he led Mikey to his bed. He waited for Mikey to hop in and he pulled the covers over him.

”Can I keep your hoodie for now?”

”Sure Mikes, whatever you want.”

Gerard leaned down and kissed Mikey on the forehead.

”Now get some sleep cause you know the ‘rents’ are going to drag you to the office again tomorrow.”

”Yeah, I know.”

Mikey sighed and snuggled down in the blankets pulling his brother’s hoodie to his face and breathing in all that made Gerard, Gerard.

"Night night Mikey."

"Night Gee."

Notes

Hey everyone!
I am having so much fun writing this fic with ***mcr_rockstar*** as well as writing it myself. It is so interesting to see how her and i sometimes think alike and other times completely different! ^0^

As alWays, i hope that you are following both versions of this story. Here is the link to the other version on AO3. ^-^