A Red-Haired Heaven

The next morning, around eight, we got up and got ready to go visit Mikey at the hospital.
I had a pretty heated makeout session with Gee during the shower, but nothing that exceeded it, because we knew we had to go see Mikes. Not that I was concerned about that, I knew we would have time for that after.

- I'm driving today. - I told Gerard, with a smile on my face, as I gave him a peck on his nose, leaving the house, to which he responded with a grin.

Already in the car, we held hands the whole drive. Gerard made me fucking happy. I was just so happy to be a part of both of their lives, and simoultaniously happy to have them both in my life.
I never fully understood what did I do to catch his attention this way. To make him love me the way he did, y'know?
So I thought I asked him, to break the silence that took place during the ride.

- Baby?
- Yeah? - He asked, turning his head to look at me, smiling. He was adorable, Jesus.
- Uhm... I don't think I ever asked, but, why did you fell so hard for me? - I asked him with a soft voice.
- What's this about, sweetheart? - He laughed, slightly confused.
- I don't know. I never thought I'd end up meeting someone like you.
- What do you mean by 'something like you'? I'm completely normal, silly. - He grinned, shrugging his shoulders, his cheeks filled with a pinkish tone now.
- First of all, you're everything but 'normal', Gerard. You're a fucking dork who makes me feel like I'm made of diamonds. And I couldn't love you more for that. Secondly, I mean, look at me. Just fucking look at me. I'm such a fucked up dude, a loverboy for tattoos, I'm clumsy as heck, my drawings are shit, and... I don't know. I just can't figure what makes you able to put up with all my shit all the time. - I smiled, not taking off my eyes off the road.

He stood silent for a moment, after finally giving his answer.

- You know, I always think that perfect things are the ones who can't necessarily be explained. In this case, I think I'm able to do it, not because you're not perfect, because you are. Before I met you, everything I felt was a weird sense of emptiness. I wasn't happy, at all. Sure I'd have my laughs, my, uhm... 'good' moments, my fights with Mikey. But then you showed up, and everything around me became so much more intense. It was overwhelming, somehow. I could feel that I was fulfilled. I've made the wrong decision of wanting to take care of everyone, make everyone happy, instead of focusing on myself first. You helped me with that. You helped me being selfish, in a healthy way. And that was something that I wouldn't have learned if you never came into my life. I know that because I know myself.

I pulled over. I had to. Tears were filling up his beautiful eyes.

- But, Mikey... - he asked, pointing at the road weakly.
- You're crying, baby, what's wrong? - I cupped his cheek and leaned foward, genuinely concerned.
- Happy tears, sweetheart. Don't worry. You make me so happy, Frankie, you have no idea - He smiled softly. - sometimes it's kinda painful to realise the happiness you give me, and I don't even know if I'm making you happy.
- What fucking statement is that, Gee? Baby, you make me the happiest man living on this planet. Just knowing I'm able to share my life with you, it's just... It's heaven. - I murmured, leaning my forehead against his. I could feel his breath, a mix of coffee and a cigarette he'd been smoking before. And it was perfect. It was his and mine at the same time.
I kissed his lips slowly, gently, cupping his cheeks with my hands. It was honestly one of the most simple and beautiful moments I ever had with him. He slid his tongue inside my mouth, next thing we knew we were making out heatedly, before I put my hand on his chest, breaking the kiss.

- Mikey, baby? - I remembered him.
- Oh, yes, let's go. - He smiled, looking at me, his tears now gone, replaced by a look that pierced my heart in the most lovely way. This man was a work of art. And he was mine, just as much as I was his.

Arriving to the hospital, we gave our info and waited a couple minutes, his fingers wrapped around mine, his thumb drawing little circles on my skin.
We were greeted by the surgeon that took care of Mikes the day before. He was a fine-looking man, maybe around his early thirties. He had short, black hair, with blue eyes, and an amazing posture. According to his hospital ID card, that he was wearing on his neck, his name was Dr. Aaron Vicenzo. I assumed he was italian, that would be awesome.

- Here to see Michael, I suppose? - He asked, shaking our hands professionally, before smiling at us.
- Yes, sir.
- He's awake. We almost had to put him on a restraining jacket, though. He's excited to see you, but I can tell he's the stubborn type. - He laughed softly.
- I guess it runs on the family. - I commented, smirking at Gee. He blushed like crazy, but that didn't stop him from giving me a small bump on my arm.
- Alright, follow me. I'll take you to Michael now. - Dr. Vicenzo told us.

And so we did, Gerard and I holding hands, our emotions being almost a bit too overwhelming.

- Michael? Your brother and his boyfriend are here to see you. - The surgeon said, knocking on the door.
- Yeah, sure, let'em in!

Gee almost ran to Mikey's arms, which caused him to gasp. He'd forgotten about the fact his brother was covered in bruises underneath his hospital garments.

- Oh, shit! I'm sorry Mikes, I'm sorry! - Gee pleaded, giving him a kiss on his hand.
- It's okay, don't worry.
- I'll leave you now. Remember, Michael has to rest, and for as much as I enjoy seeing you all this happy I enjoy knowing my patients are recovering well, too. - He nodded to us, making his way out.
- Fuck, Mikes, how did this happen after all? - I asked him.
- It wasn't our fault, dude, we were driving correctly, we had our seatbelts on. It was just some asshole that was on full speed and fucking ignored the signs.
- Yeah, just some asshole who could have taken the life of my little brother. - Gerard added sarcastically.
- Basically. - Mikes snorted.
- Well, I'm fucking glad to see you're alive and breathing, man, I was scared, like, super fucking scared for you. - I sighed, my voice cracking. I saw Gee smiling at me at the corner of my eye.
- I'm going to get better, Frankie, don't worry. But look at what I learned to do with my hands though! - He said, showing me his trick. It was really fucking weird how he could do that with his hands, but I couldn't help myself and laughed at it.
- I bet I can do it too!
- Yeah, me too! - Gerard added, curious.

We both failed at it, miserably. And we laughed pretty bad, well me and Gee at least. Mikey had to hold on his laughter if he didn't want to have pain on his torso.
Gerard stood up, telling us he was going to the bathroom and grab something for us to eat, since we only had coffee before we left the house.

- Gerard is so fucking happy, dude.
- Why do you say that? - I asked, shyly.
- Are you fucking serious? I mean, you guys have been together for almost seven months now. It's obvious you make him happy, otherwise I don't think I'd let you stay with him. Neither would he want to. - He punched me weakly on my arm.
- I just... Sometimes I feel like he deserves more. He deserves so much better than just... me.
- Dude, Gerard deserves to be happy. And he's happy with you. I mean it, I've never seen him like this, and I'm his brother.
- Well, I guess...
- And now that I won't be at home for at least two weeks or three, you'll have plenty of time to fuck eachother senseless as many times as you feel like it. You won't have to worry about his brother trying to sleep. - He snorted, ironically as only Mikey could sound.
- Are we really that loud? - I asked, feeling my cheeks burning red.
- Frank, you guys can be louder than his car speakers on maximum, sometimes.
- Oh shit, uhm... Sorry, I guess. I think it means I do a good job. - I laughed.
- Dude, jesus fucking christ, you're an asshole!
- I'm not an asshole. I have one. Which your brother really likes to-
- Frankie, stop right there, I don't fucking wanna hear it!

I knew how Mikey would get upset whenever I made comments about our sex life. But I enjoyed his reaction. He was actually bissexual, and had admitted that to me a few months ago, when he tried to kiss me. We were high as heck, playing games in the dark living room, and when he did it we just laughed.
Turns out he had some sort of a crush on me, which I can't quite figure if was gone or no. Either way, I couldn't deny the fact that he looked fine. Like, real fine. Not Gerard fine, though, even him being his brother.

- Speaking of the devil... - Mikey snorted.
- What? You guys were talking about me? - Gerard asked, all bubbly, giving me some of the food he got.
- Well, yeah - Mikey quickly announced - I was just telling Frankie here that now that I'll be ''out'' for a couple weeks, you can fuck eachother whenever you want, not worrying about who might hear it.
- Are you jealous? - Gee smirked at him.
- I am, a lot - Mikey replied, to my surprise. - I mean, this is Frank Iero we're talking about. He's fucking hot.
- Uhm, guys, I'm still here. - I said, imitating a coughing sound. Of course they had to keep pretending I wasn't.
- Yeah, he is. Have you seen his ass? I could have it for breakfast every day, man. Just the thought of it makes me totally hard. - Gerard smirked, looking at me, pressing his hand on the inner side of my thigh.
- Okay, Gee, I think we should stop here. - Mikey laughed nervously. I don't know about Gerard, but I could clearly see the evident bulge growing under his sheet. He was actually getting turned on talking about my ass? Oh, okay, no biggie.
- Yeah, I agree. - I told, my voice craking.
- Ugh, you're such a killjoy, Mikes. - Gerard sighed, rolling his eyes, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.
- Fuck off, daddy.
- Hey, I'm the only one allowed to hear that word! - I mocked. Gerard blushed and raised his eyebrow.
- Hear? So you're the daddy? - Mikey asked, simulating confusion with his expression.
- Well, duh, have you seen this ass? - I said sarcastically.
- Yes, I have.
- Okay, okay, you win Mikes. - Gerard told him, sticking his tongue out.

We sat there for a few more minutes, before saying our goodbyes to Mikey.

Already at home, first thing Gerard made after closing the entrance door was slamming me against the wall, raising my arms up and putting them over my head, so I couldn't move them. He started rolling his hips towards me, his erection already noticeable in his jeans.

- Are you sure you're the daddy, Frank? - He teased, trailing kisses on my jaw, my neck and my collarbones.
- Fuck yeah I am. You bet your ass on that.
- My ass isn't going anywhere, not until you fuck it with your pretty little tongue for breakfast. - He smirked. God damn, that fucker was gonna kill me.
- And who are you to demand me such things? Fuckin' bitch. - I groaned. He was starting to suck the skin on my neck, leaving it with purple stains all over. Somehow I managed to set myself free from his grip, and held him against the wall with his legs wrapped around my waist.
Fuck, I was hard. Really fucking hard. And he had to take care of it.
- Now, be a good boy and let Daddy take you to the bedroom. - I groaned against his neck, his surender made obvious by his moans and his hands tangling in my hair, taking him to our bedroom, getting ready to spend the rest of the day with him in bed.

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