Mikey's Hook Up

Brendon smacked his alarm and groaned. It was after one, but he still didn't want to get up. He also didn't want Gabe to come rushing in and power bomb his bed...well couch again so he dragged his ass up and to the bathroom. After his "morning" piss he went into the kitchen for coffee.

"Morning sleepy head."

"Fuck off Gabe."

Brendon fell into the chair and covered his face with his arms. Ryan chuckled as he wandered into the room and over to his boyfriend, tiptoeing slightly to kiss Gabe on the cheek.

"Play nice boys..."

He said with an eye roll as he headed to the coffee pot.

"So what's up with you Bren?...I thought you'd be bouncing off the walls after that review came out."

"Yeah, it was good, it's just..."

Ryan knew all about Patrick and how Brendon couldn't compete with his money, style, good looks...money.

"This is about that guy isn't it..."

Ryan said with a smirk, sipping his coffee. He'd spent a lot of time at the bar during the last month while waiting for Brendon to finish his shifts, and Ryan liked to watch people.

"The one you stare at when you think no one's looking."

"Guy?"

Gabe whipped around so fast he managed to not spill his coffee purely by centrifugal force.

"What guy? You didn't tell me there was a guy!"

Brendon groaned.

"Ryyyyyan, you promised!"

Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Well I'm sorry, but you've been mooning over him for a fucking month now. It's about time you either do something, or find a new obsession."

"Wait...you knew about this and you didn't tell me? What the fuck Ryan, I thought we tell each other everything!"

"Gabe my love..."

Ryan said sweetly.

"No one in their right mind would tell you everything. Face it honey, you're the biggest gossip either of us knows."

"That's not fair! I didn't tell you about the time that Brendon got sick all over your mother's duvet and we found a look alike at the flea market and..."

"GABE! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Brendon jumped out of his seat. Ryan frowned deeply.

"My mother's duvet..."

He said slowly and calmly.

"And you didn't tell me?...and you wonder why I DON'T TELL YOU SHIT?"

He got louder with each word.

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T YELL AT ME SO MUCH WHEN I MADE MISTAKES I WOULD TELL YOU MORE THINGS!"

"AND MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T BROADCAST EVERYONE'S BUSINESS TO EVERYONE ELSE, THEN I WOULD TELL YOU MORE AND NOT NEED TO YELL!"

Brendon was covering his ears. He hated when they fought like this.

"Guy? Come on guys, it's not a big deal really. Well I mean the duvet was, but it's just a guy, like he doesn't even know I exist you know Gabe, so there is no big mystery here."

Ryan huffed noisily, turning his eyes toward Brendon.

"I'm not mad about the duvet Bren..."

He turned back to Gabe.

"I'm mad cause GABE DOESN'T FUCKING GET IT!...I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU IF I THOUGHT YOU WOULD KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT..."

He looked back at Brendon.

"And of course he knows you exists dude...you're pretty hard to miss."

"I CAN KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT JUST FINE! YOU CAN EXPERIENCE IT AS I WON'T BLOW YOU FOR A FUCKING MONTH!"

Ryan raised an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips.

"Bitch, you couldn't go a week without a cock in your mouth!"

"I never said I wouldn't."

Gabe smirked and folded his arms. Ryan rolled his eyes.

"You can't suck your own honey, you tried that before and couldn't reach...remember?"

"Never said it would be mine, did I?"

Gabe started to leave the kitchen.

"YOU WOULDN'T!"

Ryan shouted in disbelief, reaching out to grab Gabe's arm and spin him back around. Brendon was getting a headache and it was just getting worse between these two.

"FOR FUCK SAKE WILL YOU TWO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! GABE, YOU KNOW YOU ARE CRAZY ABOUT RYAN SO STOP PRETENDING YOU HAVE ANYTHING ON THE SIDE OTHER THAN THE EXTRA BACON YOU STEAL AT BREAKFAST..."

Brendon then turned to Ryan.

"...AND YOU, YOU KNOW THAT IT WOULD KILL YOU TO GO EVEN A FEW MINUTES WITHOUT TOUCHING HIM, LOOK YOU ARE DOING IT RIGHT NOW! JUST FUCKING KISS AND MAKE UP AND LET ME GET ON WITH MY PATHETIC EXISTENCE!"

Brendon stormed away to shower and get dressed for work.

"Um...wow."

Gabe stood there stunned with Ryan's hand still on his arm. Ryan felt horrible now.

"That was bad, wasn't it..."

He murmured quietly, turning his eyes up to Gabe's.

"I'm sorry honey, I shouldn't have yelled. How did that start anyway?...do you remember?"

"It was stupid, but I was hurt that you didn't tell me that our sweet little boy had a crash on someone."

Gabe opened his arms for Ryan and then held him tightly.

"I just want to make sure whoever he is interested in treats him right you know?"

Ryan sighed, pressing his face into Gabe's shoulder.

"I'm sure he would, if he wasn't involved with this rich guy who has more hats than I have scarfs."

"Well I'm sure that Brendon's amazing personality can shine through all that fools gold. I mean that's all that's standing in his way right?"

"That and the guy with the hair."

Ryan said with a sigh.

"Wait...there's another guy? How hot is this dude?"

"He's not my idea of hot, but he's definitely got something."

Gabe pulled Ryan in close.

"Well I would hope not."

Ryan giggled, playfully hitting Gabe's chest.

"No one's cute as you babe...he's too big for the likes of little me anyway."

"Oh...and you would know this how you little minx."

Gabe pushed Ryan against the counter and pushed his hands into his hair as he pinned him and kissed him.

"So I see you two are alright now?"

Brendon returned from his shower, fully dressed for work. Ryan giggled as he pulled out of the kiss, pushing lightly on Gabe's chest.

"Yeah, we're good. You ok Bren?"

"Yeah, I'm alright."

Gabe let go of Ryan and walked over to Brendon, pulling him into a hug.

"Don't worry Bren, you're a good guy and if this hot asshole can't see that, then he doesn't deserve you. He can stay with the rich guy or the hair guy."

"Hair guy?"

"Yeah, the other one Ryan said likes him."

Brendon looked at Gabe and then Ryan. Then his eyes went wide.

"Ray? Ray likes him too!? How did I not know this!?"

Ryan swallowed.

"I...I thought you did. Look I could be wrong...but I don't think I am. Sorry."

"Fuck I should just give up now! He's an amazing cook! That would be like trying to compete with Frank for Gerard! I got nothing except being a clumsy boy with a weird submissive thing..."

Brendon groaned as he walked to the garage.

"If anyone needs me I'll be in the garage sucking on the tail pipe of the motorcycle."

Ryan's eyes widened and he pulled out of Gabe's arms to run after him.

"Hold on there sparky. Who said this was over?...and who said you had to compete with hair guy?..."

He grabbed Brendon's arm and turned him back to face him.

"Why don't you talk to him?...you both want rid of the hat guy, why don't you get rid of him together?"

"This isn't the movies Ryan. In real life that doesn't work. Face it, I have no chance."

Brendon pulled away and walked into the garage. He grabbed his helmet and slumped on the bike. Ryan frowned, leaned up to kiss Gabe goodbye then went to join Brendon.

"Bren, it's not gonna hurt to talk to hair guy, is it?...maybe he'll see how much you like what's his name, and back off..."

Brendon didn't answer, he just sat on the motorcycle waiting for Ryan to start it up. For the first time since he started, he didn't want to go to work. Ryan sighed.

"Bren, you are a great guy and if the object of your desires doesn't see that, then he's not worth it."

Ryan started the bike and headed out, hoping that something he'd said had gotten through to his friend.

(time passes)

"Frankie..."

Gerard whined as he sat at the bar. Frank was taking him out to celebrate the great review, but he wouldn't tell him where and more than anything, Gerard hated to be surprised.

"Geeee..."

Frank whined back with a smirk.

"I'm not telling you where I'm taking you cause then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it."

"You are a horrible boyfriend, you know how much I hate surprises..."

Gerard crossed his arms and pouted. Just then the door opened and in walked Brendon.

"Hey Bren...uh..."

Gerard saw how his shoulders were drooped and his whole body language had an air of sadness to it.

"Hey Gerard."

He disappeared into the break room. Frank frowned.

"Well that's not a happy bunny. What do you think's up with him?"

"Not sure, I mean he was mentioned in the interview, which for the life of me I cannot figure out how he manages to perform so well on skates when he has two left feet just for walking."

"Boy musta been born with wheels..."

Frank said with a chuckle.

"He should be on cloud nine after the review, don't know why he's not. Do you think I should try talking to him?"

"Yeah, would you Frankie? I have to talk to Ray anyway. After that review I have a feeling the place is going to get much busier and we need to raise the food budget..."

Gerard leaned over the bar and kissed Frank then slid off the stool.

"But don't think you are off the hook about this surprise mister."

Gerard swayed his hips as he walked through the kitchen doors. Frank whistled low, how did he get so lucky?! Chuckling slightly, he hopped the bar and headed to the break room to talk to Brendon. Pushing into the room, he saw the other boy sat dejectedly on the red couch by the window with his head in his hands.

"Hey Bren?...what's up dude? You look like you just got diagnosed with cancer of the puppy."

"What the fuck? Are you trying to be witty, cause you suck at it..."

Brendon pushed back to lean against the sofa.

"Sorry, I'm just having a bad day. You know when reality hits you so hard it knocks your teeth in? Yeah, that kind of day."

Frank frowned, flopping down onto the sofa beside him.

"Any particular reality we talking about here?...money?...boy trouble?"

"Certainly not money, Mikey pays us too well. In fact I may be able to stop sleeping on Ryan and Gabe's sofa finally."

"Well that's good. I've done my fair share of sofa surfing in my time and it gets old fast, even if it's your best friend's sofa. But that leaves boys...is it boys?"

Brendon blushed giving Frank all the answers he needed. Frank grinned wide.

"I knew it! Is it someone here?...does he know?...have you asked him out?"

"Uh...no and I probably never will."

"Why?..."

Frank asked with a tilted head.

"You're a cute guy Brendon, whoever he is would be a fool to say no."

Brendon went to say something to Frank when the door opened and Gerard asked Frank something. Behind Gerard, Brendon could see the "fool" talking to the bane of Brendon's existence. He saw Patrick kiss Mikey and then leave.

"Sorry to interrupt you guys. Uh...Brendon? Brendon?"

"What, oh yeah, no it's cool. I should get with Ray about any menu changes anyway. See ya Frank, good talk."

Frank blinked in confusion cause he wasn't sure if Brendon was being serious or not.

"Oh um yeah...good talk."

"What was that about?"

Gerard stepped into the room. Frank reached out and grabbed Gerard's hand, pulling him into his lap and making him squeak. He wrapped his arms around him to keep the other boy in place.

"Boy troubles."

He murmured before nibbling on Gerard's ear.

"Oh b-oy troubles."

"Seems like you have some too."

Gerard turned his head and saw Mikey and Ray.

"Sorry Gerard, I had one more question about the new food budget. Frank can I borrow him a minute."

Gerard slipped off of Frank's lap. He kissed his brother on the cheek and left with Ray. Frank pouted falsely.

"I love y' boss, but you really have shit timing...you know?"

"Sorry again."

Brendon slipped back into the room. He had to pass by Mikey and caught a whiff of his cologne...or he hoped it was Mikey's. Frank saw the look in Brendon's eyes and he knew...he was smart enough not to say anything right now though. Mikey looked at the boy.

"Are you ok Brendon?...you seem a little down today."

"Yeah, I'll be fine by opening boss, I promise."

Brendon grabbed what he came in for and then left, leaving Frank and Mikey alone. Mikey looked at Frank.

"Any idea what's up with him?"

Frank hummed slightly, scratching his thigh through his black jeans.

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you..."

He grinned, hauling himself up from the sofa.

"Well, I better get on."

He walked out and headed to his bar. Mikey frowned, he'd have to keep an eye on Brendon, he really didn't want him to be upset, the boy meant something to him, though he wasn't exactly sure what...yet. He sighed and went to find his brother.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

Aww, poor little Brendon...do you think he'll be ok?

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