I Mean This

"Do that again," a voice said. A man's voice. A man that obviously was not Frank. There was a bit of muffled sound in the background before the voice cried "Just like that!"

"Frank?" Gerard asked helplessly. His heart clenched in his chest and his head spun sickeningly. It was obvious that Frank couldn't hear Gerard.

After a a bit more of the muffled sound, the voice cried "Yes! Frank! Where did you learn this?"

"The Internet," Frank said and grunted. As embarrassing as it was, Gerard recognized that kind of grunt. "I do what I can to please you, Alex."

Gerard hung up immediately, tears threatening to fall. How could this happen? "Gee, are you okay?" Mikey asked, looking up from his search for the phone.

Without answering, Gerard fled down the stairs and to his bedroom, leaning against the door and sliding down to the carpet as fat tears rolled down his cheeks. Frank's cheating on me, he thought, wrapping his arms around himself. Was it all a trick? A ploy to bed me? God, he wasn't even a virgin, was he? I should have known.

"Gee?" Mikey asked, knocking lightly on his brother's door. "What happened?"

Gerard wiped his nose on his arm and stood up, opening the door and instantly getting attacked by one of Mikey's hugs. Even though the kid was all elbows and knees, he gave the best hugs Gerard had ever received. "Whatever Frank said, I promise that you'll be okay," Mikey whispered.

Gerard sniffed and wrapped his arms around his brother, squeezing tightly. "Frank didn't say much," he said dismally. "But I think— no; I know— that he's cheating on me with some guy named Alex."

Mikey didn't question how Gerard knew this; he only hugged him harder.

Hours after Gerard had cried himself to sleep, his cell phone started to vibrate in the pocket of his jeans, which laid on the floor of Mikey's bedroom, where both brothers had been for the majority of the afternoon and night.

Mikey dug the phone out and did the same deductions that Gerard had done before flipping the phone open. "Mikey here," he said, trying to keep the poison in his voice to a minimum.

"Hey, Mikey!" Frank cried and Mikey fought the urge to growl at the man on the other end of the line. "So, funny thing: my call history says that I called Gee earlier today, at 10:30-ish. Do you knew anything about that?"

"'I do what I can to please you, Alex'," Mikey recited, having heard Gerard mumble the phrase to himself all evening. "'God, Frank, you're amazing'. What the fuck, Frank?"

"What?"

"You have no idea," Mikey hissed. "Gerard loved you. He waited for you every goddamn day to call him, and you never did, but still he waited for you! And it turns out that your were too busy fucking random guys to call your boyfriend. You're despicable."

"Wait, you heard that?" Frank asked. Then, he chuckled and said "God, that's so fuckin' embarrassing."

"I would hope it's more than embarrassing, jagweed," Mikey said. "You broke Gee's heart. He's been sobbing ever since that call this morning, and he only fell asleep maybe two hours ago. You have no idea what damage you did, and all because you can't keep your cock in your pants."

"No, I swear I wasn't..." Frank started but trailed off. Faintly, he yelled "Fuck off! I'll be right there!" Then, he returned to the conversation. "I wasn't doing that. Pencey's auditioning to get signed to Eyeball Records. Alex is the owner and gets ultra enthusiastic about it."

"Frank Iero, I swear, if you're lying—"

"I'm telling the truth! Look, we finished tour a few days early and I was gonna try to surprise Gee tomorrow. Here, let's meet at the Waffle House on the corner of Freemont, and we can all talk," Frank begged. "I promise you, I've been completely faithful."

"We'll see about that," Mikey said and violently snapped the phone shut, ending the conversation.

He crawled back into his bed, letting his brother pull him into his body. Mikey liked when Gerard held him— he was soft and warm, and overall comfortable to be anywhere near. Mikey turned to face his brother, and brushed his black hair out of his face.

Mikey barely slept all night, worrying about Frank the next day. How would he react? Would he believe what Frank told him? Mikey hoped not.

Finally, morning came, bringing with it a ball of nervousness in Mikey Way's stomach. He got out of bed and changed his pants to his regular jeans, satisfied with the Anthrax shirt that he always wore everywhere. He roused Gerard afterwards, helping him get dressed.

Saturday mornings in Belleville, New Jersey were usually slow, which was to be expected, so the staff of the Waffle House were obviously surprised when two young men entered at 7:00AM, seating themselves near the front window.

Gerard twiddled his thumbs nervously, replaying the phrase Frank had said. Occasionally, one of Frank's quotes from a seperate time would mix in with it.

"I do what I can to please you."

"I do what I can to please you."

"Fucking... Gee!"

"I want it. I want you."

"I do what I can to please you."

"Gee, I-I can't. P-please."

"There he is," Mikey said, pointing out the window.

And there he was. His hair was dyed blond, but it obviously wasn't a professional job. Sunlight glittered off of his piercings, and he had his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his green hoodie.

As soon as the bell above the door jingled, Gerard bolted up from his place, speeding over to Frank and kissing him hard, his fingers curling into Frank's crappy-colored hair. Hundreds of thoughts coursed their way through Gerard's head: Frank cheated on me. He kissed somebody else. He fucked somebody else. God, I missed him. Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard's shoulders, pressing his body against Gerard's and pulling his face away a minuscule amount.

"Are you still mad at me?" Frank asked quietly, his nose centimeters away from Gerard's.

"I'm so pissed at you," Gerard said.

"I'm so sorry—"

"But I'm gonna fuck you so good tonight. Won't be able to walk tomorrow, sugar."

Notes

Do you believe Frank? Or do you side with Mikey? Part Two to be uploaded soon! (And hopefully I won't lose my smut scene this time! *crossing fingers, toes, and everything else that can be crossed*

.::stay lovely::.

xoøli