Mikey's Hook Up

Mikey’s eyes went wide, his mouth dry and hands starting to shake as he stared at the photo. Patrick smirked.

"Oh he's fine. Just a little...tied up at the moment..."

Brendon's legs were bound in a split position, but his legs were folded in and his ankles were tethered to his thighs on each and ropes were tightly wound around his knees making it impossible to unbend his legs. He was barely balanced on his bare ass and his arms were raised and bound above his head. Somehow in all this they kept his skates on almost as a cruel joke and he was being held up on the wheels.

"Shame if he lost his balance and how much he could be hurt..."

Patrick pulled a folded paper from his breast pocket.

"All you have to do is sign and I'll let him go."

Mikey stared at the picture for a moment longer, then looked up, anger darkening his eyes.

"You bastard! You know, everyone warned me...everyone said you’re a dick but I wouldn’t listen. They were right!..."

As he spoke, he surreptitiously slipped one hand under the desk...and pressed the button twice.

"You won’t get away with this, you know that right?"

Patrick leered.

"Oh I already have."

(time passes)

"Stupid fucking drunks!"

Bob had his hands full. The two stag parties decided to start with each other and now he was in the middle of them trying to keep them apart. They had a rule about violence against the patrons, but man, Bob wanted to break it right now. Because of his position in the dining area, he was nowhere near his podium where he would have seen the discreet flashing light.

(time passes)

"Nice job Ray."

"Yeah, using lime instead of lemon, I think you invented a new dish!"

Ray was enjoying the praise of his co workers, but he was still preoccupied by what he saw earlier with Brendon and Mikey.

"I'm gonnna grab a cigarette boys."

"Okay, we can hold it down."

Ray left the kitchen and headed into the main dining area. He saw the place in full swing and Bob dealing with typical riff raff. He looked toward the door and noticed a low light flashing. He crossed the room and looked where it was coming from. It was a small discreet bulb marked 'office'. Ray remembered something about Mikey installing a panic button after the incident with Patrick.

"Patrick."

He looked around the room and saw he was gone. Quickly Ray ran to where Mikey's office was. He hoped he wasn't too late.

(time passes)

Mikey was doing what he could to stall, but he was horribly scared for Brendon right now. Where the fuck was Bob?!

"You really are a piece of shit Patrick!...I’m really glad I never fucked you, God knows what I could’ve caught."

"Fucked me? Oh honey that was never..."

Patrick's face lit up with understanding and he started to laugh.

"Oh man baby, if I knew that, I never would have gone out with you in the first place. No one has ever gone there with me..."

He sat down and put his feet up. Patrick pulled a knife out of his breast pocket. He started to pick his nails with it.

"Now...about that contract."

Mikey frowned.

"If you hurt Brendon, I’ll kill you."

Patrick pulled his feet down real fast and then lunged at Mikey, holding the tip of the knife to his neck.

"Oh no...it is I who has the upper hand right now..."

Mikey's eyes widened in shock and he gasped in terror. How could he have ever thought this man was a good guy?! Patrick moved around the desk to stand behind Mikey, still holding the knife to his throat.

"Do you need a pen darling?"

Mikey was scared out of his mind, but he wasn't about to bend to this asshole's will.

"If you kill me, I can't sign."

He ground out, trying to keep his voice steady.

"This is true, but..."

Patrick nicked Mikey's neck a little so that there was a small cut.

"...I can make it hurt a whole lot till you do."

Mikey's breath hitched, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands.

"Fuck you!"

He spat.

"Now that's an idea..."

Patrick leaned in to Mikey's ear.

"How about I fuck you while you sign...or better, I'll have that little skater boy of yours fucked."

"Don't you fuckin' dare you piece of shit."

"I bet he's super tight too. Have you fucked him yet? Bet he's good at cock sucking too. Well I can just ask my buddy back there."

Patrick swiped to another picture where Brendon's face was covered in cum and his mouth was stretched and bruised. Mikey gasped.

"No!...oh God..."

He looked up at Patrick with pleading eyes.

"Just...just let him go and I’ll do whatever you want..."

He physically deflated, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Just let him go and I’ll...I'll sign. Please don’t hurt him any more."

"Good. I'm glad we understand each other and tonight, I'm going to fuck that pretty little ass of..."

The door flew open and Patrick jumped, nearly dropping the knIfe. Mikey looked up expecting to see Bob, but was infinitely happier to see Ray. Ray looked like a big cuddly teddy bear that wouldn't hurt a fly, and Mikey was pretty sure that Patrick didn't know the curly haired man was ex military.

"Ray! He's got Brendon in the courtyard!"

Mikey blurted out before Patrick could stop him. Patrick grabbed Mikey's hair and pulled him back, exposing his throat and pressing the knife into it.

"Don't try anything heroic there cooky, I'm in control here."

Ray was looking at Patrick, but his brain was moving fast trying to access everything. Mikey closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them to meet Ray's.

"Ray, please save Brendon."

"Now what makes you think I'm going to let him leave now sweetheart?"

Patrick laughed as he watched more worry melt over Mikey's face, but Ray wasn't looking at him or Mikey. He was taking in everything around him.

"Don't worry Mikey, we will get out of this."

"Oh yeah?"

Patrick smirked as he pressed the knife back more into Mikey's neck.

"How do you plan on doing that Raaaaymond?"

"Like this!..."

Ray jumped into the air and landed hard. This caused the floor to shift just enough that the file cabinet, that was on a slight tilt behind Patrick, opened and hit him in the back of the head. He dropped the knife. Mikey yelped and scrambled to get away from Patrick. Patrick closed the file cabinet and leaned over, grabbing for Mikey. The knife was a lost cause, but he still had the younger man. Ray jumped again and the file opened again just as Patrick went to stand up. Ray then leaped over the desk, kicking the cabinet closed at the same time kicking Patrick in the chest. He went back against the cabinet and down. Ray flipped the knife off the floor with his shoe and it flew into the air and he caught it, pressing it against Patrick's throat.

"Mikey, go call the police."

Mikey nodded quickly and headed to the door. He paused in the entrance and looked back.

"You’ve got him?...you’re ok?"

Ray grinned at Patrick, but it wasn't the kind he gave to people that he liked.

"Oh yes, we will be fine."

Mikey giggled.

"Thank you Ray. You’re my hero..."

Then he turned and hurried out, running to the bar to borrow Gerard’s cell.

"Gee!...I need your cell, then I need your help...yours too Frank."

"What's going on Mikey?"

The dining room was a bit of chaos with Bob finally getting control of both parties.

"Hey has anyone seen Brendon?..."

The skater handling Patrick's party came up to the bar.

"His tables are looking for him."

Mikey cringed, looking at his brother.

"That’s what I need help with."

"What's going on boss, I saw the light flashing, but you're out here. Aren’t you the one that set it off?"

"Oh no, that was me...but Ray came to my rescue. Now I need help rescuing Brendon...after I call the cops to have Patrick arrested of course."

"Where's Brendon?!"

Gerard jumped off the stool as Frank vaulted over the bar.

"The courtyard..."

Mikey said urgently, grabbing Gerard’s cell out of his pocket and handing it to the skater.

"Call the cops, we're gonna get my baby back."

The skater nodded and started dialing 911. Frank, Gerard, and Mikey headed for the courtyard, while Bob headed for the office to assist Ray. Mikey lead the way quickly toward the courtyard, but Frank grabbed his arm as they reached the door outside.

"Let me go first Mikey. I know you’re worried for Brendon, we all are...but if there’s someone that needs a punch, I reckon I can do that better than you."

Mikey frowned, looking at the door...then sighed and nodded.

"Do it."

Frank nodded back, then lead the brothers outside. Gerard decided to hang back a bit and hide in the shadows. If the guy thought only Frank was out there, he may be more relaxed.

"Bet my boss is fucking your little boyfriend good now. Maybe I should fuck you too."

Brendon couldn’t fight anymore, he was exhausted and sore everywhere. Mikey wanted to run out there and pound that guy into paste and take Brendon into his arms, but he knew he wouldn’t stand a chance. He watched as Frank took a few breaths, grabbed a metal tray that someone had left on a table, then walked out into the open.

"HEY!...FUCK FACE!"

He yelled, swinging the tray hard at the stranger's head as he turned to see who’d shouted. Brendon opened his eyes just as the voice shouted and saw his rapist hit the ground. He looked up and saw Frank. Frank wanted to check on Brendon, but his priority was making sure this asshole didn’t get up again. He dropped the tray and went after the man with his fists. Mikey on the other hand, ran out and dropped to his knees beside Brendon, taking off his long jacket and slipping it onto the boy, covering his exposed virtues.

"Baby?...oh my God, are you alright?...talk to me sweetheart."

"Mikey? Are you really here?"

"I’m here baby...I’m not going anywhere..."

Mikey stroked Brendon’s cheek gently as he carefully helped him to sit up.

"I’m so sorry this happened baby. It’s all my fault."

"How, what did you do?"

Mikey’s breath caught as he saw the start of a bruise forming on Brendon’s jaw.

"I let Patrick into my life...even though everyone tried to tell me he was no good. It’s my fault baby...please forgive me?"

Brendon's eyes went wide. He had no idea that this guy was involved with Patrick, he just thought it was bad timing.

"No Mikey it's okay, don't blame yourself, I don't."

Mikey shook his head, biting his lip and trying not to cry.

"Did...did he..."

He glanced over to where Frank had the guy in a chokehold. He looked back at Brendon.

"What did he do?"

"Nothing really. He made me suck him off and came on my face. He hit me just enough to tie me up. I'm fine, really I am."

Mikey frowned, hesitantly pulling Brendon into his arms.

"It still shouldn’t have happened. He’s going to jail, don’t worry about that."

"How did you know he was involved with Patrick?"

Mikey sighed heavily.

"Patrick just told me. He was trying to make me sign 70% of the club over to him. But I wouldn’t...til he told me that he had someone grab you."

"No! God no Mikey, I'm not worth that much! Please please tell me that you didn't sign?"

Mikey shook his head.

"I would have, you’re worth the world to me baby. But no, I didn’t. Ray burst in and took Patrick down...the club's still mine..."

He smiled softly, stroking Brendon’s hair from his face.

"Still ours."

Brendon blushed at this. Despite his current situation, it was nice to know that Mikey cared about him that much. Mikey smiled and held Brendon close.

"I’ll never let anyone hurt you again baby, I promise."

Frank looked over to Gerard as he approached and grinned. He had the bastard on the ground in a strong choke hold and the guy's face was starting to turn colours.

"Hey Gee baby...what should I do with this piece of shit?"

"Well as much as I would like you and I to take turns treating him the way Brendon was, our cocks are way too important to waste on scum like him and he will get plenty of practice in jail with Patrick when the police come."

Frank laughed, releasing the man's throat a bit.

"Fair point. Guess I shouldn’t leave too many bruises either...I don’t want to be arrested too..."

He nodded toward the door back inside.

"There’s some rope in the cleaning closet from when we put the Grand Opening signs up. Could you go grab it baby?...we can tie his hands til the cops get here."

"Sure..."

Gerard headed back into the bar and saw Ray with a passed out Patrick.

"You good Ray?"

"Yeah, how's Mikey and Brendon?"

"Good, Frank and I got the other asshole..."

Gerard went to the closet and grabbed the rope. Ray followed him back to the court yard.

"Here you go baby."

Frank grinned and manoeuvred the semi-conscious man's arms behind his back before accepting the rope from Gerard with a wink. He expertly tied the man's wrists tightly, then pushed him face first onto the ground, and sat on him.

"There...done."

Ray looked over and saw Mikey holding Brendon and tending to him. He didn't need to be here, his work was done.

"Alright, well Bob is waiting for the police and will tell them everything. I guess I better get back to the kitchen since there is still a bar to run."

He squeezed Gerard's shoulder and went to leave.

"Ray wait..."

Mikey said, his head snapping up to look at the other man.

"Stay...please? You saved me."

"Nah, I just did what I was trained to do. Access the situation and unarm the suspect. It was nothing special..."

Ray turned and mumbled under his breath.

"I'm nothing special."

Ray left the courtyard and headed to the kitchen. Mikey frowned. He looked at Gerard.

"Is he ok?"

"Um...sure?"

Gerard didn't know what to say to his brother at this moment.

"No Mikey he's not."

Gerard looked at Brendon in surprise. Mikey looked at the boy in his arms.

"Brendon?...what do you mean?...why isn’t he Ok?"

"He likes you Mikey. I think he likes you as much as I do, but...well he never said anything cause he's that kind of guy. He saw you interested in me and he just backed off and hid his feelings."

Mikey’s eyes widened.

"What...really?..."

He looked over at Gerard and Frank.

"Did either of you know about this?"

Gerard looked away guiltily. Frank shrugged slightly, looking equally as guilty, but holding Mikey’s eye.

"I...thought you knew."

Mikey shook his head.

"No...but this explains a thing or two..."

He looked down at Brendon again.

"Baby, why didn’t you say anything?"

Now shame crept up Brendon's face.

"I was afraid if you knew that you would choose him over me, but now I know that you should have in the first place. He obviously is better at taking care of you and protecting you. I just do stupid things and get caught."

"Hey hey...none of that my love..."

Mikey cooed, holding Brendon close.

"Sure, he rescued me, then we all came to rescue you...but you wanna know something?"

"What?"

"I kinda like that I can be your knight in shining armour...I like taking care of you..."

He lay a soft kiss to Mikey’s lips.

"But you know what I gotta do now, don’t you?"

"Yeah I do..."

Brendon pulled his arms away from Mikey.

"Go, go tell him how you feel."

Mikey pulled Brendon back to him, shaking his head.

"No baby, you don’t get it. Now, we both have to go rescue him...together. I love you Brendon, you mean more to me than anyone ever has...but Ray needs us too. Do you think you could be ok with that?...if he is?"

"I..."

Brendon never even thought about that outcome. They both get Mikey? But clearly Ray was more deserving of him and maybe both Ray and Mikey would dominate him. Would he be okay with that?

"...guess it would be alright?"

"Baby, you don’t have to say yes if you’re not sure...like I said, I love you...I want you!"

"But we need to give Ray a chance too and he hasn't had one yet...so yeah, let's go rescue him."

Mikey smiled wide.

"Ok baby, but let’s get you out of some of this bondage first, Ok?..."

He turned his smile into a smirk.

"Unless you want to stay in it?"

He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Brendon's eyes went wide and then he blushed.

"I think I would like my pants back at least."

Mikey chuckled.

"Deal..."

He moved his jacket out of the way a little, without revealing the boy to his brother and Frank, then set about untying the ropes. It didn’t actually take that long...apparently the bastard who’d tied him up wasn’t that skilled with ropes and knots. After Brendon was untied, Mikey grabbed his shorts and handed them to him.

"Better?"

"Much."

Brendon tried to stand, but found that his legs were asleep and his wheels came out from under him and he landed on his ass.

"Ow!"

"Oh shit!...sorry baby. Here..."

Mikey carefully helped Brendon back into his shorts, then scooped him up into his arms, cradling him close to his chest.

"You ok?"

"Yeah but I feel kind of stupid."

"But you look so adorable baby..."

Mikey grinned.

"Come on, let's go rescue us a chef."

He kissed Brendon’s cheek then carried him inside, leaving Gerard and Frank to sit on Brendon’s attacker til the police arrived. And they did, they literally sat on him, ignoring his pained complaints.

Mikey carried Brendon to the kitchen and nudged the door open with his shoulder before walking in to see Ray, busy at the flat-top.

"Hey Ray?...can you take a break please...we'd like a word."

"Sure boss?"

Ray was a little thrown by seeing Brendon in Mikey's arms, but he didn't question it. He took off his apron and barked out orders.

"Uh...break room?"

Mikey nodded.

"Sure, come on..."

He lead the way back out of the kitchen and along the short hallway to the break room. The door was partially open, and when he pushed it all the way, he saw that two of the waiters were in there, getting a little more intimate than they probably should be while at work. Mikey frowned and cleared his throat to get their attentions. He raised an eyebrow as they jumped and looked over with wide eyes.

"Boys, while I appreciate that you both have a healthy appetite, I would appreciate it more if you kept that sort of thing out of the club...yeah?"

Both waiters blushed and nodded quickly as they ran out of there, neither one questioning why their boss was holding the lead skater. Mikey rolled his eyes and chuckled, carrying Brendon in and taking a seat on the sofa against the wall, with Brendon in his lap. He smiled up at Ray.

"Can you shut the door and come sit with us please?"

Ray shut the door and then grabbed a chair from the table. He flipped it, straddling the seat and leaning his arms on the back.

"So what's up boss?"

Mikey sighed.

"It’s been brought to my attention, that you might see me as...more than a boss. Is that true Ray?"

That was not what Ray expected. He leaped off the chair getting his foot caught and taking both the chair and himself down. He landed hard with his ankle twisted in the wood.

"Ray!"

Brendon scrambled off Mikey's lap and slid on his skates over to the fallen man. Mikey was only a second behind him, dropping to his knees on the wooden floor.

"Ray, are you Ok?..."

He reached for Ray's arm to help him.

"Here, lets get you up."

"I'm good!..."

Ray was flustered and pushed away from them both, glaring at Brendon. He kicked the chair hard with his free leg and splintered it. Fuck, he forgot that he had such powerful thighs.

"Sorry, I'll pay for that."

Ray got up and then cried out when he tried to put weight on his ankle.

"Hey, easy there..."

Mikey said, getting up quickly to catch Ray before he went down again.

"Don’t worry about the chair, it doesn’t matter. Now come, sit down."

He slipped his arm around Ray's waist and helped him over to the sofa that he and Brendon had been occupying before. He then sat down next to him and crooked his finger at Brendon, pulling the boy back onto his lap when he reached them a moment later.

"Now...let’s start again. And no running away this time...ok?"

Mikey said to Ray with a raised eyebrow.

"Look. I don't have time for this honestly. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something today before all that shit went down with Patrick..."

Ray pulled a letter out of his pocket under his apron.

"I'm leaving. I'm joining back up with the military again."

Mikey's eyes went wide and he suddenly felt sick.

"You can't!..."

He blurted, grabbing Ray's hand in a panic.

"I mean no please...please don't go..."

The thought of losing Ray was more painful than Mikey could imagine. It was almost as bad as when he'd lost sweet Brendon.

"We...Brendon and I...we want you here..."

Mikey took a breath. Here goes nothing.

"We want you... with us ."

Mikey could feel his heart racing as he watched the confusion on Ray's face turn to realisation. He kept his tight hold on the man's hand, while holding Brendon close to his chest with his other arm. He waited for Ray to respond.

"I...don't see how that's possible..."

Three people in a relationship? Two was hard enough, Ray knew that from his failed ones. Well it didn't matter since as soon as they found out about him sexually, they wouldn't be interested.

"You guys are good together and have a real chance, I'll...just get in the way. It's just better if I leave. I can find a good replacement for me here, there are a lot of good guys out there that would be great head chefs and..."

Ray was knocked over when Mikey pushed Brendon into his lap and kissed him. Mikey pulled back after a few seconds, he now had one hand tangled in Ray's hair, and the other cupping the back of Brendon’s head.

"I want you both, don’t you get that?..."

He looked between them.

"I may be selfish, but I don’t want to give either of you up."

"I'm a bottom."

It's not what Ray meant to say, but fuck! Mikey was a good kisser and he needed to ruin the moment before he got excited for the possibility of having this man, these men in his life any longer. Mikey blinked in disbelief for a moment, then joy spread over his face and he chuckled.

"Well that’s good then, cause I bottom for no man. You can’t scare me off Toro, don’t even try...unless you don’t want...us?"

"Wait....you...but Patrick...and you look...and I thought...I mean Brendon yeah, but me and you and...thighs...and I..."

Ray's world was spinning out of control now. Mikey laughed, rubbing his thumb over Ray's cheek.

"Well first, I never slept with Patrick...thank God. Second, don’t judge a book by its cover and third...thighs?"

He raised a questioning eyebrow with a smirk.

"Oh...uh yeah, people assumed cause I look like...and my thighs...that I was..."

Mikey leaned in and pressed his lips to Ray's nose in a small kiss.

"I actually thought that, you know..."

He said as he pulled back to look at his boys.

"...when I first met you. Then I got to know you, and I became about 90/95% certain that you’re an atypical bottom...guess I was right that you can’t judge a book and all that, huh?"

"But how...I mean..."

Ray didn't think he ever gave that impression. Mikey shrugged slightly.

"I don’t think it was anything in particular...just a feeling I got. So, you didn’t say...do you want to be with us?"

"How would that work? I mean, Brendon do you only bottom?"

"Um...I've never...but I...nope, I'm a bottom."

Mikey smiled.

"I’m sure we can work this out...if it’s what you both want?"

The fact that they were still talking about it gave him hope that they did.

"I mean I guess..."

"We could...."

"But what about..."

"If it doesn't..."

Neither Brendon nor Ray wanted to finish their sentences. Mikey chuckled, pulling them both in toward him and kissing first Brendon, then Ray, tenderly.

"I think as long as we’re all honest and open with each other, we will be ok...yeah?"

Brendon smiled and looked at Ray.

"Yeah, I think I can do that."

Ray looked back at Brendon.

"Why not, what more do we have to lose."

Mikey grinned wide, squeezing them to him.

"You’ll see my babies...this is the start of a fantastic future together..."

He sighed happily, holding them close.

"And I’m not gonna let anyone tear us apart."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

So we decided to give you a Happy New Year's gift...hope you enjoyed it...probably just one more chapter left.

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