Can't Let You Go

Bob was going to kill Frank. Pete watched as Frank just sat watching Bob cook with the shit eating grin on his face that no one had been able to wipe off for a week now. Of course he found out that Pete had been watching Frank and Gerard and that was how Bob and him ended up in the shower. Apparently when Patrick opened the window, their voices carried out to the garden and both Frank and Gerard were out there at the time. Frank had taken full credit for Bob and Pete ending up together and would mention it at almost every turn, keeping Gerard blushing and Bob growling. This time Patrick walked into the kitchen as Bob had Frank against the wall making threats at him. Pete knew Bob wouldn't do anything to Frank, but it was nice to see Bob defending him.

"*sigh* I have the best boyfriend."

Patrick looked at his friend with one eyebrow raised.

"Pete, you guys only started fucking a week ago and you're calling him boyfriend?"

Bob looked up and raised his own eyebrow at Pete.

"Am I?"

"Well yeah...I mean if you want...I just didn't think you were the fuck around type, but..."

Pete felt stupid now. He made an assumption and...

"I'll catch you later Trick."

Pete made a hasty exit from the kitchen to the front door. Bob dropped Frank and ran after the older man.

"Hey Petey wait up..."

He caught up and put his hand gently on Pete's arm.

"I thought we were having lunch together."

"I forgot that I had an appointment. We can do it another day."

"Pete..."

Bob turned the smaller man to face him and took both his hands in his.

"You don't really have an appointment, do you.”

"I..."

Pete tried to turn his head away. He cast his eyes down instead. Bob softly squeezed his hands.

"Ask me."

Pete looked up at Bob and saw the sincerity in his eyes.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

"Yes..."

Bob stepped in closer and moved one hand up into Pete's hair.

"…I would love to be your boyfriend Petey."

Pete smiled as he felt the tears slipping down, but now from happiness. He leaned up and kissed Bob. Bob smiled, kissing back as he pulled Pete in against his chest and wrapped his arms around him.

"Awwww I knew you guys would make a good couple."

Pete looked over and saw Mikey smiling. Not the kind of smirk Frank was giving, but a real 'I'm happy for you guys' look.

"Thanks Mikey. "

"Sure, now how about lunch?"

Bob nodded, slipping one arm around Pete's waist and steering him toward the kitchen.

"I made my famous Cheesy Chicken and Vegetable Cobbler. I hope everyone's hungry."

Gerard's stomach picked that exact moment to rumble loudly. His face turned pink and he turned away, trying to hide in his hair.

"That smells amazing!"

"That's cause it is!"

Frank bounced up and down. He used to be a die hard vegetarian cause meat made him sick, but the way Bob cooked, his stomach was never upset.

"And I made a plum crumble for dessert...with plums from the orchard. By the way, thanks for fetching me those Mikey."

"You just got lucky that I was wearing shorts at the time."

Mikey lifted his uniform slightly and showed the scratch marks on his inner thighs. Patrick's eyes nearly fell out of his head and he had to fight to not get on his knees and lick the scraped up skin. He swallowed and tried to sound normal.

"What happened?...do you need some cream or anything?"

"Oh do you have any? Gee usually keeps a supply for me cause I bruise easily, but we ran out and he was going to go out and get more, but someone distracted him."

Mikey looked at Frank and Frank held his hands up.

"Hey Gee said he had to go out, not where, I just said we were out of lube."

Gerard's cheeks that had returned to their normal pale colour now turned bright red and he groaned miserably.

"Frankieeee."

He whined, burying his face in his hands.

"What? What did I say?"

Mikey giggled at Frank. He was so used to it by now. He turned back to Patrick, who was strangely flushed.

"So, do you have some?"

"What, lube?"

Patrick choked out. The whole kitchen stopped and looked at Patrick. Then both Pete and Frank cracked up.

"What the fuck Trick, did you just say that?"

"Oh man boss, you're fucking face! Where's my phone?"

"Stop it both of you!..."

Everyone jumped when they heard Mikey shout cause he hardly ever did.

"Jesus, he got a little confused from my story! Lay off him!"

Gerard put his hand on Mikey's arm.

"Mikes, calm down."

Mikey took in a deep breath and then grabbed Patrick’s hand.

"Come on Trick, let's get out of here."

Patrick smiled and nodded.

"Yeah ok, let's go sort out your cuts, then we can go for a walk in the garden and you can show me where you got the plums from...ok?"

"Wait...you don't know where shit in your own..."

The look Mikey gave Frank could make fire freeze. He shut himself up by taking a big bite of food and then cursing cause it was from the middle and piping hot. The rest of them laughed as he downed his glass of water and then stole Gerard's with a squawk of protest. Mikey took the opportunity for him and Patrick to exit. Patrick lead Mikey into one of the ground floor bathrooms and indicated the chair by the window.

"Sit down. I'll find the cream."

"Should I just lift the skirt or do you want it off?"

Patrick choked slightly, his hand stilling on the medicine cabinet's door.

"Um...y-you can just lift it..."

He opened the door and grabbed the antiseptic cream, then closed the door and turned back toward Mikey. He swallowed heavily and held out the cream.

"Can you, or do you want me to..."

"Gee usually does it for me since I can't see the area well enough."

Mikey spread his legs, lifting the skirt and revealing his panties. Patrick blinked and fumbled the tube of cream, nearly dropping it.

"Your brother puts cream...there?"

"What? That's what big brothers are for. It's not like it's my cock or whatever..."

Mikey rolled his eyes.

"Look, I can get Gee if you..."

"No no it's ok...I can do it..."

Patrick popped the cap on the tube and squeezed a little cream onto his fingertips.

"Just tell me if I hurt you, ok?"

Mikey eyed Patrick again, but he relented and lifted up his skirt once more. Patrick nodded and set to gently smoothing the cream over the largest of the scratches...the one lowest on Mikey's thigh. Mikey shivered a little. Gerard had calluses on his fingertips from working in the garden, but Patrick's were smoothed.

"Are you ok?...did I hurt you?"

"No no, you're fine, keep going."

"Ok."

Patrick carefully rubbed the cream into the scratch with light fingertips, then squeezed a little more onto his fingers and moved to the next scratch...a little higher up the inside of Mikey's pale thigh. He could feel his cock twitch slightly but did his best to ignore it. Mikey closed his eyes. This was so different than Gerard too. Gerard was clinical about it, much like a doctor. He just rubbed the cream in and was done. Patrick was being careful of the area and it was honestly making Mikey feel so good. He bit his lip to stop any noises coming out. There were three more scratches, two tiny ones that barely broke the surface, and another one that was about an inch long...and about half an inch away from Mikey's panties. Patrick took care of the little ones first, then moved to the last one. His cock twitched again as he accidentally went a fraction too high, his hand brushing against Mikey's covered cock. He pulled his hand back quickly.

"I'm sorry."

He quickly cast his eyes to the floor, cheeks turning red. Mikey grabbed for Patrick's hand.

"No, no don't stop please."

Patrick swallowed and looked up.

"I didn't mean to touch your...I'm sorry..

"I want you to."

Mikey eyes were blown even thought they were lidded.

“Please."

"You do?...really?"

"Please touch me."

Patrick bit his lip, looking toward the door. He looked back at Mikey with concern.

"I...I want to Mikey but...but what if someone came along...what if your brother came in?"

Mikey leaned forward and whispered barely touching Patrick's lips.

"No one is coming...yet."

Then he closed the small gap. Patrick gasped slightly, his eyes going wide for a moment before they fluttered shut and he joined the kiss, pressing his lips firmly to the younger boy's. Mikey let out a small moan and grabbed for Patrick pulling him between his legs. Patrick groaned, moving one hand up into Mikey's hair and the other onto Mikey's thigh, sliding it up under the boy's skirt. Mikey wrapped his arms around Patrick's neck, holding him tightly. Patrick took his hand out of the boy's hair and moved both hands under Mikey's ass. He picked the boy up and turned quickly to sit down with Mikey sat straddling his lap.

Mikey pressed forward letting out a gasp when he felt the pressure on his cock.

"Fuck Trick, please."

"What Mikey?...tell me what you want."

"Touch me. I want to feel your hands all over me."

Patrick nodded, squeezing Mikey's ass.

"Over your clothes or are you gonna let me see you, beautiful?"

Mikey blushed and turned away.

"I'm not beautiful. I'm awkward and clumsy."

Patrick reached up and gently turned Mikey's face back toward him. He looked deep into his eyes.

"Mikey, you are beautiful. Yes you are a bit clumsy, but it works for you...it's one of the first things that drew me to you in fact."

"You must be kidding. Who wants to be with someone who is like me?"

"Me...I do."

"You do? You want me a mess like this?"

Mikey lifted his skirt to show the marks again. He then pulled down the sleeves of his blouse to show all the bruises that he gets cleaning. Patrick carefully picked up Mikey's hand and softly pressed his lips to one of the bruises, then another...then another.

"Yes...like this."

Mikey moaned. No one had ever treated him like this before. He was just Gerard's awkward little brother. Patrick saw him as more though and he liked it.

"Take me to your room?

"Are you sure?...have you ever, I mean are you, I mean..."

Patrick sighed.

"Are you sure Mikey?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes, and yes, I am sure."

Patrick chuckled slightly.

"You're not a virgin...cause I wouldn't want to take that from you if you weren't ready. You havehad sex before...right?"

Mikey rolled his eyes. He moved closer to Patrick pressing their crotches together and grinding down.

"Yes, I am sure I want this..."

He leaned in and nibbled on Patrick's lip.

"Yes, I have had sex before..."

He licked them.

"Yes, I am not a virgin..."

He pressed down harder in Patrick's lap.

"And yes, I want you to take me into your room and fuck me on your bed that I make every day."

Mikey leaned in and kissed him. Patrick didn't need more than that. He slid both hands back under Mikey's ass and stood up as he kissed him back hungrily. He felt Mikey's long legs wrapping around his hips and pulled back from the kiss a little.

"I'll carry you, but if I'm kissing you at the same time, then we'll probably end up bumping into stuff or falling down the stairs...do you want to be carried or walk?"

"I think we can make it. We don't have far to go."

Patrick smiled.

"I hoped you say that."

He squeezed Mikey's ass then left the bathroom and headed toward the stairs.

Ray was walking in from the outside fixing one of the cables when he heard laughter. He looked up and saw Patrick and...Mikey. They were stumbling up the stairs with Patrick holding him and they were kissing and laughing.

"Oh...well now."

Ray stayed hidden till they were gone and then headed into the kitchen. Gerard was sat on one of the tall kitchen stools, eating a peach while Frank tried to distract him by kissing his neck...so far Frank was failing. Gerard looked over when the door opened and smiled.

"Hey Ray, wanna peach?...they're fresh."

"Sure."

Ray grabbed one and took a bite, wiping away the juice.

"So speaking of fresh, I just got a fresh perspective on something."

"You know, big words aren't a turn on for everyone Ray."

Frank gave up on Gerard and grabbed his own peach. Gerard giggled.

"Speak for yourself Frankie. So what's going on Ray?"

"I just saw your brother and Patrick."

"Yeah, Patrick is getting the cream that Gee uses for Mikey cause he fucked up his legs climbing trees for Bob today."

Ray smirked.

"Oh he's getting cream, but not that kind."

Gerard tilted his head to the side.

"What do you mean?"

"Well considering that Patrick couldn’t see where he was going cause he was too bust kissing Mikey, you tell me Gee."

Frank jumped off the stool.

"Seriously dude?"

Ray took another bite.

"Yup."

"Fuck yeah, I win the pool!"

Gerard thumped his half eaten peach down on the counter, squashing it.

"What the fuck?!...why didn't I know about this?...where are they?"

"I assume heading for Patrick's room, but it could be Mikey's too...hey Gee, where are you going?"

"Shit! Gerard don't!"

Gerard stormed toward the stairs then took them two at a time.

"This isn't gonna end well is it?"

Frank looked at Ray.

"Probably not. Well it was nice while it lasted."

"You think he's gonna fire us all?"

"Don't know."

Ray finished his peach and tossed it.

"Where's Bob?"

"With Pete."

“Here?"

"No, they went back to Pete's place."

"Oh. I'm gonna go work on the oven then."

"Alright, I'll wait in Gerard's room for the aftermath."

They both nodded and left.

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"Fuck Trick."

Mikey was laying on Patrick's bed. Patrick had removed his uniform and he now lay in his stockings and panties. Patrick dragged his eyes over the boy, struggling to not just take him...he really wanted to take his time instead.

"So beautiful."

Suddenly the door flew open and Gerard barged in.

"What the fuck's going on?...Mikey, did he hurt you?"

"Gerard?"

Mikey looked up and saw his older brother there panting like he had run here. Mikey saw panic in Patrick's eyes. Without another word he ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

"What the fuck Gee?!"

"Mikey...you shouldn't just...I mean your first time should be..."

"For fuck sake Gee, did you really think I was a virgin still?!"

It was hard for Mikey to look indignant in just stockings and panties, but he crossed his arms and gave Gerard his best pissed off face. Gerard frowned.

"Y-you're not?...since when, and why didn't you tell me?..."

He looked down.

"I...I thought we told each other everything."

"I-It was when you were dealing with...you were just really busy at the time. It wasn't a big deal."

Mikey dropped his arms. He hated fighting with Gerard. It exhausted him. Gerard looked up and shook his head.

"It was a big deal Mikes...and what was I so busy with that you couldn't talk to me?...I'm never too busy for you Mikes."

"You were ending your relationship with..."

They didn't talk about how bad it was back then. Frank had healed everything for Gerard and Mikey was happy to take him as family now. Gerard looked down.

"Oh..."

He said quietly, feeling a lump forming in his throat. He took a shaky breath then looked up.

"Can I ask...who was it?...and do I need to...get Frankie to kick someone's ass?"

"I...I don't know. I was at a show, I was drunk. I didn't get his name. It was before we moved."

Now the shame crept up on Mikey's face. Gerard raised an eyebrow with a serious expression, then broke out into giggles.

"Sounds similar to my first...please tell me you at least enjoyed it though."

"It wasn't bad."

Mikey saw the amused face on Gerard and chuckled a bit.

"Nothing I would brag about though."

"Better than mine then..."

Gerard winced slightly, then sighed.

"You like him?"

"I told you I didn't even get his name.”

"Not him Mikes..."

Gerard nodded toward the bathroom.

"Him."

"Oh...yeah, I do."

Mikey blushed again thinking about what he was about to do with Patrick. Gerard sighed.

"He's five years older than you Mikes...I just want you to be safe, you know?"

"Gee, my first time was in a shitty club bathroom with a guy who could have been 30 for all I knew. I just had the brains to use a condom back then. I think I am doing better with Patrick."

Gerard nodded.

"Yeah, I guess you are..."

He sighed and shook his head wryly.

"But if he hurts you, I'll kill him..."

He leaned over and kissed Mikey's forehead before standing up straight again and heading toward the door.

"Love you Mikes."

He said softly then slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Mikey sighed. He was really lucky to have a big brother like Gerard. Behind him he heard the door to the bathroom open. He turned around.

"Trick I..."

Patrick sniffed, wiping his eyes a little.

"We can't do this Mikey...I'm sorry. I should never have let this happen."

"Wait...what are you saying? I talked to Gee, he understands, we are good now!"

"I heard but...but he's right about the age difference and...and I'm your boss and I just..."

Patrick sighed, looking away.

"We can't do this. I'm sorry Mikey."

Mikey couldn't believe what he was hearing. He ran out of the room to his. He collapsed face first on the bed and sobbed for his broken heart.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So this fic wasn't going to have much angst, but there's a bit, and this is where it starts.

I hope you're enjoying this...if anyone's still reading this here?

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT and peace out babies!
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