Can't Let You Go

***Time Stamp: One Month Later***

"Frankie stop!..."

Gerard said with irritation in his voice as he pushed the other boy away from sucking on his neck, and removed Frank's hand from where it was trying to unzip his fly.

"I'm being serious!...I'm worried about Mikey, he's been so...not Mikey since the boss left."

Frank huffed and leaned back against the arm of the sofa.

"You baby him too much Gee. He is able to take care of himself you know. He got his heart stomped on...again, he'll get over it, I did and then I met you."

Gerard frowned and crossed his arms.

"Frank..."

He sighed deeply, looking down.

"It's different with Mikey...you know that."

"Alright Gee, alright, let's get the guys together and figure this out."

Frank helped Gerard up and led him to the kitchen. There Bob was kneading dough for fresh bread and Ray was tinkering with the blender.

"Please remind Mikey that he has to make sure the pit is out of the peaches before he starts blending them Bob."

Ray looked up.

"Hey Gee, hey Frankie."

"Hey Ray."

"How's Mikey? He hasn't broken anything in a few days other than the blender, but Bob said that was before Patrick left."

Gerard shrugged slightly.

"He's...sad."

Ray nodded.

"Bob says he isn't eating much."

"Yeah..."

Bob said, looking up from the dough.

"He didn't even want any of the cookies I made yesterday."

Gerard sighed heavily and looked up.

"Something happened, before Patrick left...Mikey's kinda, lost right now."

"It must have been bad cause I never thought he would be insane enough to let Pete be in charge."

"Hey!"

At that moment Pete walked into the room. He went over to Bob and kissed his cheek lightly.

"Hey baby, what's going on?"

"We're talking about Mikey...about how sad he is right now."

Frank started to talk to Bob about something, but Pete wasn't listening, he was remembering his conversation with Patrick before he left.

"Patrick..."

Pete kept using his full name over and over so he understood how serious he was being.

"...tell me what happened!"

Patrick sighed deeply, burying his face in his hands.

"Mikey and I were...you know...getting acquainted..."

He looked up through his fingers timidly at his friend.

"Then Gerard barged in."

"Okaaay, I mean...did he threaten you or like cock block you?"

"No I...I kinda hid in the bathroom before he got the chance. But that's not the worst bit."

"Oh man Trick, what?"

"I kinda eavesdropped on them. Mikey told Gerard about his first time and Gerard said how he was worried cause of our age difference and that I'm Mikey's boss and..."

Patrick sighed again.

"When Gerard left, I told Mikey that I agree and that we couldn't do anything and he ran out and yeah...it was bad."

He put his head back in his hands again.

"Holy fuck Trick...can't you see that boy really likes you? I mean he may even love you and you pushed him away!"

"I know Pete, you don't need to tell me I fucked up...I already know..."

Patrick looked up.

"I just...I need to go away for a while and think. It'll give Mikey some space too. Will you watch the house for me while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, but I have to tell you that I think it is a big mistake."

"Pete? Pete? Yo sub boss!"

"Huh, what sub?"

Pete shook out of his memory and looked at Frank.

"Man, where were you just now?"

"I..."

*ding dong*

"Um...is anyone expecting someone?"

"I got it."

Mikey suddenly appeared looking...

"Mikey?...new look?"

Gerard asked with a raised eyebrow. He'd not seen his little brother dressed like this in a long time. He was dressed to kill in black leather pants, a deep purple fitted button up shirt, black biker style boots and fingerless black leather gloves. He looked hot...not that that was the word Gerard would use to describe him of course.

"Just trying something."

Mikey walked to the door and opened it. Standing there...well more like his signature lean was a man that Mikey never thought he would see again.

"Hey Gabe."

"Hey there kitten..."

Gabe smirked, his eyes trailing down Mikey's body, then back up to his face.

"…looking good."

"Thanks, come on in."

As they passed by the opening to the kitchen Mikey winced when he heard Frank screech.

"HOLY SHIT IT'S GABE!"

Everyone swung their head towards the living room where Mikey froze with Gabe close behind him, everyone except Pete of course.

"Who's Gabe?"

"Mikey's ex..."

Ray was barely able to talk.

"For good reason too."

Frank placed a hand on Gerard to try and still him. He could feel the older man growling. Gerard shook Frank's hand off and left the kitchen for the living room.

"Mikey...a word please?"

"Kind of in a hurry Gee, the movie starts soon."

Gerard grabbed Mikey's hand, pulling him back slightly.

"It wasn't a request Mikey..."

He glanced at Gabe coolly.

"Excuse us..."

Then he pulled Mikey to one of the side rooms.

"Mikey...explain please."

"Explain what Gee?"

"What you're doing with...him."

"I told you, going to the movies...which we will be late for if you don't let me go."

"But it's...him! You said you'd never see him again after how he treated you."

"We were kids back then, I'm sure he's changed and everyone deserves second chances."

Gerard frowned. He didn’t think that two years made them kids, especially when Gabe was older than Mikey.

"Not everyone."

"Look we can talk later, right now I have to go."

Mikey pushed away from Gerard and went back into the living room.

"Sorry about that Gabe, we can still make it."

"No worries kitten..."

Gabe said smoothly, stepping in to run one fingertip down Mikey's cheek as he backed Mikey toward the wall.

"He's just being protective is all, but you don't need protecting from me...you know daddy would never hurt you, right kitten?"

Mikey internally shuddered. He hated when Gabe called himself that. It just wasn't his kink, but...

"Of course."

Mikey grabbed Gabe's hand and headed for the door.

"Don't wait up for me."

He called out and then was gone.

"You can bet your ass we are waiting up for him!"

Frank was trying to calm Gerard down as he ranted and raved.

"WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?"

Pete yelled to get everyone's attention.

"Sorry, I just...I need to know if I need to tell Patrick or not."

Gerard turned angrily toward the older man, his whole body trembling slightly from having to hold himself back.

"Yeah, Patrick needs to be told!..."

He took a breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm himself before he continued.

"That was Gabe, Mikey's ex. Mikey was just a kid when they were together before, but Gabe..."

He spat the name.

"...wanted more than Mikey was willing to give. He pushed and when he didn’t get what he want…he pushed a little harder…with his fist."

"Whoa! Is that who Mikey lost it to?..."

Pete blushed a little.

"Sorry, Trick told me about the conversation he overheard."

Gerard shook his head.

"No. Mikey admitted to me after Patrick left...he lied to me...he never lost it, and now I'm scared that he'll let Gabe take what he wants."

"Wait...Mikey was going to...oh shit, Trick was wrong, the kid does love him!"

Gerard nodded.

"Yeah, he does. He thinks Patrick doesn't want him though. Does Patrick want him?...you know him best, tell me, does he?"

Pete sighed.

"Patrick is worried about the age difference and forcing Mikey into a life that he doesn't want. He had morals like that. ‘The last of the real gentlemen’."

"Yeah, well that real gentleman shit is gonna cost him Mikey and Mikey's virginity to an ass that doesn't deserve it."

"I need to call him right now."

Pete left the room and headed to Patrick's office. He hoped it wasn't too late and that two people's happiness was not going to be ruined forever.

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"Gabe...come on, I had a good time and all, but I need to get to bed, I have to work in the morning."

Mikey got out of the car and headed to the front door. Gabe followed, grabbing Mikey's wrist before he could reach for the door handle. He spun the boy around and pressed him back against the door, trapping him with his body.

"Come now kitten, no need to say goodnight, why don't you invite me in?...daddy could take real good care of you..."

He leaned in, pressing his lips to Mikey's as he slipped his hand between them to palm the younger boy's soft cock through his leather pants. Mikey struggled in his grasp as Gabe's tongue invaded his mouth. He brought this on himself and he knew it. Maybe he should just accept his punishment for lying about losing his virginity. No one was going to save him anyway. No one other than his brother cared and he was his brother. He had Frank anyway. Mikey had no one. Gabe could feel Mikey's cock hardening under his touch, he broke the kiss to smirk at the boy.

"That's it kitten, getting hard for daddy now...good."

He moved in to suck on Mikey's neck as he palmed him quicker. Mikey whimpered. That was a sensitive spot for him and Gabe knew it. He kept wishing that someone would save him. Even if it was Pete, who he wasn't crazy about. In his dreams though it was Patrick, but that would never happen.

"Invite me in kitten..."

Gabe whispered in his ear.

"Let daddy in and we can play."

"I...I can't..."

"Of course you can..."

He slipped his hand further between the boy's legs, his fingers pressing in against Mikey's ass through the soft leather.

"Come on kitten, let daddy play with you...I'll make you feel so good."

Mikey wanted to feel good. He wanted to feel like he did when he was with...No he wouldn't think about him. He didn't want him and he made that clear. So why was Mikey fighting it?

"Okay Gabe, okay."

"Uh uh kitten...what do you call me?"

Mikey took a breath.

"Please come in...daddy."

Gabe smirked, squeezing Mikey's cock hard through his pants and looking directly into his eyes.

"Good boy...oh, and if your brother gets in my face..."

He got in close to Mikey's ear and whispered harshly.

"...you will be getting punished tonight...understood?"

He nodded in fear. He remembered those punishments. Those nights he had to hide from Gerard and his friends. What was he doing, what was he thinking right now. Mikey inwardly groaned at his own stupidity and opened the door. The living area was deserted. The kitchen lights were off. No one was around. It only reaffirmed what he knew. What did he think, that Patrick would be there when he popped open the door and swoop out and rescue him. He wasn't a damsel, He was a stupid awkward boy that thought he looked good in girl's clothes. He was a freak. He was a nobody. He led Gabe up the stairs and stopped at the top. Gabe kept a tight hold on Mikey's hand as they walked, squeezing just a little too firmly to assert his dominance. Mikey hoped to prolong the inevitable a bit longer.

"So are you still in school and working at the bar?"

Gabe snickered slightly.

"Not likely kitten. You think I could afford that car from some dumb part time job?"

"S-So what do you do then?"

Gabe smirked.

"Just a little...sales thing."

"I see."

As Mikey passed Patrick's closed door on his way to his room he couldn't help but flick his eyes to it. It had been closed for so long now...empty.

"I have some…product with me that you could try it if you like."

Gabe’s words pulled Mikey's attention away from the door.

"Try?"

Mikey’s eyes went wide. He hadn’t realised it before, but now he knew. Gabe was talking about drugs. Now Mikey knew he had made a huge mistake.

"Gabe. Why? Why would you do something like that? I mean...Bill...he..."

Bill was Gabe's best friend in their last year of high school. He was athletic and smart and could have gone so far, but...

"Why do you think Mikey?...for the money. And Bill?...he was an idiot..."

Gabe rolled his eyes, pulling on Mikey's wrist.

"Come on kitten, let's go play. Daddy wants to taste you."

Mikey was frozen now. Who knows what drugs Gabe was into? Why did he think it was a good idea to even say hello when he saw him at the mall. Gabe saw the boy wasn't moving and started to get mad.

"Now."

He growled out, tugging Mikey toward him, his fingers digging into the boy's delicate skin. Mikey cried out as the pain hit him. He forgot about this side of Gabe too. Why did he let himself forget? No wonder Patrick didn't want him. He was stupid and Patrick saw that right away.

"Which one's your room kitten?"

Gabe said, tracing his fingers down Mikey's cheek, his nails scratching slightly.

"Th-This one."

Mikey pointed to the one across from Patrick's.

Gabe grinned.

"Ok then, let's play."

He pulled Mikey toward the door.

"W-Wait...I have to piss first. Just go in and I'll be right there."

Gabe chuckled, squeezing Mikey's wrist and feeling the bones grind together a little.

"I'll come with you."

"Better not, don't know if anyone else will be there and it is a community bathroom. Less questions that way...about us."

"I don't mind questions kitten...do you?"

Gabe asked with a raised brow, his nails digging into Mikey's skin.

"Well, I don't think it's everybody's business what I do. I like to keep some things private you know."

Gabe pushed Mikey roughly back against the wall behind him, crowding him in. He pressed his body to the younger boy and leaned in to hiss quietly in his ear.

"Well I happen to like an audience, so you'll do as your daddy tells you...right kitten?"

"R-Right."

Mikey swallowed. He was in trouble now so he hoped his plan worked. There were bathrooms in each bedroom, but there were also two individual ones in each wing. The one that Mikey led Gabe to was near both Gerard and Bob's room. He just hoped and prayed that someone was there and up.

"Bobby am I a good friend?"

Pete was lying on Bob's chest lightly caressing his hip. He was feeling horrible about not dealing with the situation better. Maybe he didn't deserve to have a friend like Patrick. Bob lifted his head up a little bit and peered at his distressed boyfriend.

"Baby, you're a great friend. Please don't be upset, everything will be OK, you'll see."

He pressed his lips to Pete's forehead before letting his head fall back on the pillow.

"I know I just..."

Pete stopped in mid sentence.

"Did you hear that?"

Bob tilted his head, frowning.

"Hear what babe?"

"I hear voices. Actually it sounded like Mikey, but why would he be down here. His room is still..."

"Gabe, I'm not...not ready."

Bob sat up, pulling Pete up with him. The muffled voice was coming from the bathroom next door to Bob’s room. He never understood why he had one in his room as well, but he chalked it up to rich people.

"I don't like the sound of that."

"Neither do I."

Pete wished that Gerard was in the area, but he was being consoled by Frank in the greenhouse. After waiting for hours for his brother to come home, he finally broke down. Bob moved onto his knees and pressed his ear to the wall.

"Gabe, please don't."

Bob looked at Pete.

"I'm gonna kill him!"

"Should we go out there? I mean, what could we do?"

Pete was really nervous cause he didn't know this guy. Would he hurt Mikey further if they interfered? The situation was already bad, how much worse could it get?

"Well I could punch that fucker's teeth out and throw him down the stairs..."

Bob suggested.

"Unless you've got a better idea?"

"I..."

Pete sighed.

"No, I just wish Patrick was here."

"You called him though...he's coming back, right?"

"Yeah, but who knows when. I mean...I didn't tell him it was a super emergency. I just told him..."

Pete felt bad now. He should have made it sound like Patrick needed to come home like now.

"P-P-Please s-stop..."

"That's it! I'm killing him!"

Bob growled, climbing off the bed and heading toward the door.

Well this backfired. Instead of letting him just go into the bathroom, Gabe had pushed Mikey in and now he was truly trapped. Gabe had Mikey crushed against the wall and was touching him everywhere and Mikey was rapidly losing his ability to stand or push him away.

"Gabe, I really need..."

"What do you need kitten?..."

Gabe growled against the side of Mikey's neck as his hand pushed between the boy's legs to touch Mikey's cock through the thin leather of his pants.

"What can daddy do for you?"

"Just...let me...breathe a moment."

Mikey was praying that Gabe would just back off. It was clear that he was not getting rescued. He was stupid to think that it would happen. Gabe chuckled, sucking on Mikey's neck as he ground himself against Mikey's hip.

"P-P-Please Gabe, just let me..."

Mikey tried again to push him away again, but he was getting weaker by the moment. Like Gabe was pulling the life from him. Gabe unzipped Mikey's pants and shoved his hand inside. Mikey just shut his eyes, willing it to be over. He had no fight left in him.

"Sorry Trick."

He whimpered softly. Gabe growled as he bit hard on Mikey's neck and started to jerk the boy quickly. He wanted Mikey to cum before he fucked him cause he'd be quiet and pliant then...or he could just gag him of course. Now Mikey cried out cause everything was starting to hurt and Gabe didn't even notice that Mikey wasn't turned on enough to create anything slick for his cock and the friction was horrible.

"Get your fucking hands off him!..."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So Gabe is a dick, but who do you think is coming to the rescue?

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