Golden Days

Gerard took Frank’s hand in his, and this time Frank didn’t shy away. He led him upstairs, an annoyed looking Ray in tow muttering curses under his breath as Gerard’s thumb skimmed over the top of Frank’s knuckles. They stopped by a door that had ‘Mikey Way’ painted across it in bold black lettering.This was obviously Mikey’s room, opposite that room was a door with ‘Gee Way’ written in the same style, this was where the brothers slept. Frank noted that there was no doorway bearing Ray’s name, probably something to do with Gerard’s perpetual state of annoyance around the perfectly amicable man.

“Hey Mikey, I’m showing Frankie the music room, wanna jam on bass?” asked Gerard through the door. There was a sound of someone scrabbling to their feet then soft footsteps on carpet. Gerard grinned and stepped away from the door as it was yanked open by a moderately miffed Michael Way.

“Gerard, I was in the middle of getting a statement written for Leto”

“Is that a no?” Asked Gerard, pulling his best puppy dog expression for his younger brother. Ray’s sigh was audible and Frank diverted his attention from the doorways to notice Mikey’s slight smile that quickly shifted into an expressionless mask.

“It’s a yes, you know how much I hate writing for Leto”

“Just phone him” Ray chimed in with a snigger, much to Frank’s amusement “You didn’t buy a mobile telephone for nothing”

“I’ll be caught dead in woman’s underwear before I talk to him on a phone” Mikey retorted. Ray and Frank stifled snorts whilst Gerard rolled his eyes “I’ll be right up Gerard, just gotta finish this line, okay?”

Gerard nodded before turning, and pulling Frank along beside him. Gerard liked the feeling of Frank’s hand in his, and his ever moving thumb was doing its best to memorise the skin in detail that covered the back of Frank’s hands. His mind wandered past innocent intentions like how he would like to hold Frank’s hands in the winter, to seeing Frankie staring up at him with his fingers wrapped around his-. Gerard breathed out, clearing his head.

“Just… just in here” Gerard motioned to a door that had music notes painted across the top. He gently pushed the door open and let Frank into a large room filled to the bursting with instruments. Frank’s hand slipped from Gerard’s and he wandered across the room to a beautiful white electric. His fingers glanced off the strings, making a sound that made him grin from ear to ear.

“Fender ’61 Stratocaster” Frank breathed out “God, these are like the fucking holy grail of guitars right now, especially after the new strat”

“You can pick it up, Frank” Ray groaned behind him “I’m getting my Gibson out Gerard, I’ll get Mikey’s bass while I’m there” Frank carefully picked up the guitar, slipping the black strap over his head. He struck a D chord to his astounded delight. Gerard grinned as he looked over Frank’s shoulder. His fingers flew across the fretboard, smiling to himself in utter happiness as he played a song of his own design.

Gerard’s face lit up and he hummed along softly in Frank’s ear. A cough brought Gerard back to reality and he sprung away from Frank’s back. He spun around to face a slightly amused looking Ray with his Gibson slung across his back in a gig bag, and Mikey who well… looked like Mikey, with a red squier bass in hand. Ray raised his eyebrow as Frank turned, nearly taking Gerard out with the neck of the guitar.

“You’re pretty good Frank” Mikey observed, skating over Ray’s giggles “I don’t know much about guitars and shit, but you made that sound better than Ray does” Ray aimed a light punch at Mikey’s arm.

“Goddamnit Mikey! I just prefer the Gibson!” Ray whined. Gerard snorted in derision, rolling his eyes much to Ray’s annoyance. Soon, Ray and Frank were playing together, chord shapes flying in almost sync, despite having no prior idea of what they were doing. Gerard stared in half jealousy half awe as his brother’s bass rung out along with it. When the chords turned into an actual recognisable song, Gerard joined in singing words that made little sense together, much to Frank’s wide eyed amazement. He was good… like amazingly good.

Frank stopped for a second, pushing his wet hair away from his face.

“Gerard?”

“Mhm, Frankie?” Gerard asked, leaning back on the wall.

“I’m tired” Frank mumbled, arms dropping from his guitar. Ray stopped too, closely followed by Mikey. The room fell silent for a brief second “I don’t think I’ve slept for...” He started to count on his fingers “I don’t know… maybe two days” Ray let out a low whistle.

“And you’re still standing and playing amazingly well, Champ? God, you’re talented aren’t you?” Ray grinned. He slid his Gibson off, leaning it against the wall with a slight yawn “Just stick the guitar down and me and Mikes will get it sorted now, Gerard will take you to your room” Frank pulled his guitar off, setting it close to where it had been.

“Cmon Frankie, sweetie pie” Gerard held out his hand and Frank gratefully took it. Their fingers interlaced together as they left the room, much to Mikey’s annoyance. His eyes had caught sight of his brother’s star-filled eyes. He shook his head and continued to help Ray place everything back where it belonged.

Gerard led Frank along the hall. He tried to focus his hardest on the walk rather than Frank, which was difficult. Never before had Gerard felt so strongly attracted for no reason at all, he wanted to kiss every inch of his body and hold him tightly against his chest. Gerard’s eyes wandered down to the mop of now only slightly damp hair and wanted nothing more to bury his head in the soft curls. Finally, they reached the door, thankfully without incident.

Gerard led him inside and sat Frank down on the soft bed. He turned quickly and moved to a set of drawers, pulling open the drawer quickly. He pulled out a pair of pyjamas he had shoved hastily into them earlier so Frank would have something to wear. Gerard tossed the clothes to Frank who caught them deftly.

“Too tired” Frank mumbled, dropping them beside him “Don’t wanna…” Gerard rolled his eyes and sat down beside the yawning boy. He dropped an arm around him and Frank was too tired to recoil, besides Gerard meant well. Gerard softly, stroking Franks arm “I’m so so tired”

“You’ve had a long day Frankie, haven’t you baby?” Gerard mumbled softly. Frank made a soft ‘mhm’ against him as he curled up against the soft material of Gerard’s suit jacket. Carefully Gerard pushed Frank off him and down softly onto the bed. He dragged off his jacket before lying down beside him “Want me to stay?”

Frank nodded, smiling through thick lashes as he moved closer to Gerard’s warm body. Together they let out a contented sigh and Frank’s eyes slowly started to blink shut. Gerard happily pulled Frank closer together, and his own eyes started to close. Soon the two were wrapped up in each other’s arms, asleep and unknowing to the rest of the world.

Mikey pushed open the door, peeking his head in. His fingers found the light switch and he flicked it, sending the room into a peaceful darkness. He closed the door behind him as he turned to find Ray right behind him. He nearly jumped, but instead he smiled. The two moved away from the room with the two sleeping inside, trying their hardest not to disturb him.

“You know Mikey…” said Ray breaking the silence as they sprawled out on the floor of Mikey’s room, leaning against his bed “You know Gerard’s going to have to fight for Frankie…” Mikey nodded, chewing on his lip in thought.

“We’re going to have to fight Bob fucking Bryar for Frankie, but we’ve done it before… and we won’t have another Pete” Mikey said quietly. His eyes moved up to the picture hung on the wall, a string of polaroid pictures displaying Pete Wentz and him, just laughing and smiling. Gerard and Ray were in a few, as well as Brendon, but mostly it was Mikey and his love “I won’t let it happen”

“I won’t let it happen” Ray echoed, wrapping his arm around his best friend “I’ll never let it happen”

Notes

Look at that platonic Rikey being adorable and that cute lil fluffiness with Frankie and Gee.
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