Can't Let You Go

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

Patrick growled from the doorway, looking murderous.

"NOW!!"

Gabe jumped, pulling on Mikey's cock unintentionally as he turned wide eyes toward the door. Mikey screamed and fell to the floor practically passed out.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

Gabe wiped his hand on his jeans and turned to the asshole that interrupted his fun. He saw this short little shit and he grinned, he could take him. Patrick stepped into the room and got straight into Gabe's face.

"I'm the owner of this house you slimy piece of shit, and unless you want me to relocate your balls into your throat, you better back the fuck down and fuck the hell off!"

"Yeah, well you don't look like too much to handle so I think I'll take my chances."

Gabe pushed the guy back hard. Patrick chuckled and smirked.

"I gave you a chance to walk away, but I'm kinda glad you didn't."

He stepped back in and brought his right fist up hard under Gabe's chin. Gabe wasn't expecting that at all. He went back into the wall, but it was not enough to put him down. He rubbed his chin and then cracked his knuckles. Then he charged. Patrick knew that he didn't look much like a fighter, but that assumption was what often won things for him. People always underestimated him. He shifted his weight slightly, gripping the slime ball when he was close enough and tugging him left, flipping him over his hip and slamming him face first into the bathtub.

"He's killing him Bobby!"

Pete was happy that he stopped Bob from rescuing Mikey when Patrick showed up, but now he was worried that Patrick was getting hurt and from the sound of it, he may be right. Bob frowned, stroking his fingers through Pete's hair soothingly.

“Do you think I should go check?"

"Please, I don't want to see my best friend hurt anymore."

Pete sobbed a bit. Bob pressed a kiss to the top of Pete's head then slipped off of the bed.

"Stay here."

"Okay."

Pete watched Bob leave the room and then heard other voices in the hallway.

"Bob, what's going on?"

Ray appeared out of his room and Frank and Gerard were running up the stairs. Gerard looked a mess and not the good kind. He had clearly been crying and Frank doing the consoling. Bob looked around at them, taking a breath before he began.

"Patrick's back, and he just met Gabe."

"Oh shit!"

"Wait where's Mikey?"

Ray looked at Gerard. Gerard's eyes went wide as he looked passed Bob at the closed bathroom door that he could now hear sounds coming from.

"He's in...there?"

"Yeah, and I'm just about to go in there too."

"Fuck that Gabe guy is pretty big too. I'm not sure if either of them could take him."

Frank looked worried.

"Break it if you have to Bob, I can get a new one."

Ray looked at Bob giving the go ahead. Bob nodded and started toward the bathroom door, just as he reached for the handle, everything went quiet inside.

"Shit."

"Do you hear that?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Exactly."

"Bob, take it down."

Bob grabbed the handle, deciding to check to see if it was locked before he started breaking stuff. He turned the handle and was pleased, if a little surprised to have the door open for him. Glancing back at the others briefly, he pushed the door open and blinked at what he saw inside. In the bath looking rather beat, was an unconscious Gabe, while Patrick, with barely a scratch on him, was sat on the floor with his back against the wall and Mikey curled up in his lap.

"Err...hello?"

Bob said unsurely. Patrick looked up at Bob, and all the others crowded behind him and smiled.

"Hey guys, what's up?"

"Uh...nothing, what's up with...you?"

Frank was thoroughly confused. He looked at Gerard, but Gerard was already moving to Mikey.

"Mikey? Are you ok? What happened?"

Gerard rapid fired his questions as he moved into the bathroom and dropped to his knees, taking one of Mikey's hands between his and peering worriedly into his younger brother's eyes. Mikey was shaking and clinging to Patrick.

"I-I-I'm okay Gee."

Gerard narrowed his eyes and looked over at the man in the tub before returning his eyes to his brother.

"What did he do Mikey?...and don't tell me nothing, cause I'm not buying it."

"He...I-I-I..."

Mikey choked and buried his face in Patrick's chest sobbing. Frank moved up and touched Gerard's shoulder lightly.

"Gee...he's a little traumatised I think, why don't you ask the boss instead."

Gerard looked back at Frank, then sighed and looked at Patrick.

"Boss?"

Patrick was holding Mikey tight, but not tight enough that the boy felt trapped and like he couldn't escape if he wanted to. He was gently carding the fingers of one hand through Mikey's fine hair and humming to him soothingly. He looked up at Gerard and saw concern, love and hurt in the boy's eyes. He sighed.

"I came back and was going to talk to Mikey when I heard voices in here...and I didn't like what I heard. I came in and put a stop to it, then knocked that piece of shit out."

He nodded toward Gabe's slightly snoring figure in the tub.

"Put a stop to...what?"

Gerard asked hesitantly, though he wasn't really sure he wanted to know. Patrick sighed again.

"Best we talk later Gee..."

He murmured, feeling Mikey shudder against him.

"…but let's just say it could've been a lot worse."

"Can I make a suggestion?"

Everyone turned and saw Pete in the doorway.

"How about we move somewhere a little more comfortable to talk."

"Good idea..."

He moved one arm under Mikey's legs and held him close as he pushed up onto his feet.

"Ray, would you deal with the garbage please?"

He nodded toward Gabe before heading out of the room and toward Mikey's bedroom.

"Yeah, I think Bob and I can handle it."

Pete moved out of Patrick's way. He watched as Patrick carried Mikey down the hall to where his room was, but instead turned into...

"Uh, Trick?"

Patrick said nothing. He opened the door to his own room and walked in. Patrick walked over to the small sofa near the window and sat down with Mikey in his lap. He bade everyone come in and sit on the bed or the other chair. Then Pete figured it out. He was planning on using his bathroom to clean Mikey up.

"Smart move Trick."

Pete smiled and then went to help Bob and Ray leaving Gerard alone to talk with the two. Gerard moved the chair closer to the sofa and sat down quietly, his concerned eyes never leaving his brother's pale face. He reached over and tentatively lay his hand on Mikey's arm to reassure him that he was there.

"I'm sorry Mikey, I should've been stronger and stopped this before it started."

Gerard murmured, tears spilling down his cheeks.

"It’s okay Gee. I pushed you away first."

"Maybe, but I'm your big brother. I'm supposed to protect you."

"Gee..."

Mikey looked up at Gerard. Gerard sobbed slightly, looking down.

"I should've kicked that scum out the second I saw him."

"I wouldn’t have let you. I was being stubborn."

Gerard looked up, moving his hand to take Mikey's.

"We have that in common..."

He sighed heavily.

"Did he hurt you?"

Mikey looked down. He wouldn't look at Gerard or Patrick.

"No."

Patrick cleared his throat, getting the brothers' attention.

"Mikey. Please, we can't help you if you won't talk to us."

Mikey started to shake. How could he talk to Patrick when he made so many stupid mistakes and he lied to Patrick too.

"Hey shh shh, it's ok Mikey..."

Patrick hushed the boy.

"Relax, you're ok, just take your time baby."

Mikey started to cry. He didn't deserve that name, He didn't deserve anything nice and sweet like that. Gerard squeezed Mikey's hand.

"Don't cry Mikes, you're safe now. He can't hurt you."

Mikey couldn't explain that it wasn't the reason he was crying. How could he tell his brother what a fool he had been. Patrick stroked his fingers through Mikey's hair.

"Gerard, I think Mikey could do with something sweet. There's some chocolate cake in the fridge, would you go fetch some please?...and a glass of milk?..."

He looked at the boy in his lap.

"Would you like that Mikey?"

Mikey was asleep in Patrick’s arms. Patrick picked up Mikey and put him on his bed. He motioned for Gerard to head out of the room. He closed the door quietly after tucking Mikey in.

"Trick...can you come here a moment."

Pete was standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Come to the kitchen, everyone is there."

Pete led Patrick and Gerard down and to the kitchen. Everyone was sitting around the island. Last time Patrick was here, it was jokes and laughter and Mikey...smiling. Patrick sighed heavily.

"So...what did you do with..."

He trailed off, not wanting to say that piece of shit's name.

"Oh...well let's just say he will be a bit tied up for a while."

"Yeah and going on a bit of a journey too."

"AKA, they bound and gagged him and tossed him in a random truck going who knows where."

Frank laughed and felt Gerard hit him.

"What? I thought it was funny."

"Yeah, hilarious. What happens when he's found?"

Gerard said seriously with one eyebrow raised.

"Well considering he has no identification on him cause he happened to lose his wallet, it will be a bit hard to explain that and there is no way that Gabe is gonna admit that he got bested."

"Yeah, he is too arrogant for that shit."

"Wow Frankie, using that college education for something."

"Fuck off Toro, I know I'm smart, no one else needs to know."

Gerard giggled slightly and leaned in to press a kiss to Frank's cheek.

"I know you're smart."

He whispered in his ear.

"Then that's all that matters to me."

"Sorry to be the grown up here..."

Pete cleared this throat.

"...but we still don't exactly know what happened."

He looked at the three boys and his boyfriend.

"Who was that piece of shit and how does he know Mikey?"

Pete looked at Gerard being the older brother, but was surprised to hear Ray speak up first.

"Gabe was Mikey's first real boyfriend when we moved into the campus house together. At first he seemed alright, but he was older than Gerard so we were a little worried. Still Mikey seemed to like him, but then...well, Gee you explain."

Gerard frowned and took a breath, plopping himself down on the nearest chair before beginning, quietly.

"Gabe wanted to do stuff, things Mikey wasn't ready to do. Gabe pushed, but luckily Mikey didn't give in. Eventually Mikey ended it and we thought we'd seen the last of that asshole...until now."

"Wait..."

Pete looked at Patrick.

"You said Mikey wasn't a virgin. Right?"

"Right."

Patrick confirmed with a nod. Gerard shifted uncomfortably on his chair.

"Well actually..."

He bit his lip, looking down and fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

"Actually what?"

Patrick asked with a note of concern. Gerard looked up.

"Actually, he lied..."

He looked around at his friends, then back at Patrick.

"He told me after you left that he'd lied to me. That whole thing he said about the guy in the club bathroom was just something he heard from some kid in his math class..."

He sighed.

"He never did it...he was waiting for the one...you Patrick, he was waiting for you."

Patrick was at a loss for words. He stood there with his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Wow. I need a drink."

Pete left the room and returned with a bottle from the bar. He watched Bob grab enough shot glasses and he filled them up. He picked his up and downed it and then filled it up again.

"When did this turn into a romantic movie?"

Bob chuckled, wrapping his arm around Pete's waist and pulling the smaller man toward him.

"Oh you know you love the mushy stuff. Don't try to deny it Wentz."

“I think I'm gonna go sit in the library and try to process all of this.”

Patrick got up after finishing his other shot and then only with a slight stumble, headed out of the kitchen and towards the wing with the library in it. He went in and closed the door. He stumbled into a chair and sighed.

“So where do we go from here?”

Notes

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