Mikey's Hook Up

Mikey looked at the piece of paper in his hand and frowned. He looked up at the crappy apartment block in front of him then back at the paper...this couldn't be right...right? Sighing heavily with concern, he pushed open the main door, careful not to cut his hand on the broken glass panel. He stepped inside and felt even more worried, Brendon couldn't really live here, could he? The paper said apartment 3, so he walked over to the faded green door and knocked. He hoped Frank had got this wrong.

Movement sounded from chains and locks being undone, then the door opened to reveal a shocked looking Brendon wearing what looked to be every item of clothing he owned, just to keep warm. Mikey took a breath and smiled.

"Hey Brendon, can I come in?"

"Mikey?"

Brendon rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe that his former boss was standing on the doorstep of his crappy apartment.

"Uh...what are you doing here, how did you..."

Then Brendon thought about it.

"Frank."

Mikey chuckled.

"Yeah, Frank. Don't be mad at him though, his heart was in the right place."

"Right, well you uh...caught me at a bad time. I have to get ready for work, so maybe another time."

Brendon started to close the door. Mikey put his hand against the wood and his foot in the gap.

"Brendon please. I know you're not working today. Please talk to me?"

"What do you want Mikey, there's nothing to say."

"I want you to come back...I miss you."

"I'm sure you can find someone else that skates as good as I do and..."

"Brendon, it ain’t your skating skills I miss...it’s you!"

"Me? But why?"

Brendon was confused now. Mikey sighed, using Brendon's confusion as a distraction and pushing into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

"Cause I like you Brendon...probably a little more than I should."

"Wait...what do you mean you like me?"

Mikey stepped in close, lifting a hand to gently stroke Brendon's cheek.

"What do you think I mean?"

"Oh...I..."

Brendon couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true.

"What about Patrick?"

Mikey frowned slightly.

"I don’t want to talk about Patrick. I just want to talk about us...ok?"

"Us..."

Brendon's head was reeling right now. This couldn't be happening. Mikey nodded.

"Yes, us. Brendon, can I...can I kiss you?"

"Uh...yes?"

Mikey smiled softly, gently cupping Brendon’s cheek.

"You do want this, right?...I mean I don’t want to make you feel like you have to."

Brendon couldn't help himself. He practically flew into Mikey's arms.

"Yes! Oh God, yes, I want this so much!"

Mikey wrapped his arms around the boy, holding him close. He looked into his eyes.

"God, I missed you so much."

He murmured before pressing his lips softly to Brendon’s. Brendon could feel the tears, but he didn't care. He was where he wanted to be for so long.

"I missed you too."

Mikey pulled back a little to look at him.

"Don’t cry. I got you."

He held Brendon tight to him, rubbing his hands softly up and down his back. Brendon tried to stop, but he couldn't.

"When I met you I fell for you. I never even thought I would have a chance with someone as amazing as you are."

Mikey kissed Brendon’s forehead, then his right cheek, his left cheek, then his lips.

"That day we met, when you struck that pose for that woman?...that’s when I fell for you. I’m just sorry I got distracted by..."

He trailed off. He didn’t want to say Patrick’s name right now.

"I’m sorry, but I’m here now."

"I don't have much, but please let me make you dinner?"

"Ok...or we could just order pizza and cuddle, my treat. Your choice though."

Brendon should have known. He had so little now and it looked horrible, Why would Mikey want to eat from his kitchen.

"Yeah, pizza is fine."

Mikey noted the obvious drop in Brendon’s mood.

"Sweetheart?...what’s wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm going to..."

Brendon pulled away from Mikey, pointing to his small bathroom.

"I'll be back."

He headed to the wooden door.

"Brendon wait..."

Mikey ran his hand through his hair nervously as he saw Brendon pause.

"Did I do something wrong?...did I fuck up already?..."

He swallowed.

"Please sweetheart, talk to me."

"No, I just have to use the bathroom."

Mikey sighed, he knew Brendon was lying, but didn’t want to push him and upset him more.

"Ok. So what do you want on the pizza?...I’ll phone through the order."

"Whatever you want, I'm easy."

"Ok."

Mikey pulled out his cell and pressed speed-dial 3...1 being Gerard and 2 being the club. He watched Brendon disappear into the bathroom and sighed.

(time passes)

Brendon knew he had to leave the bathroom soon. He had been in there for over 15 min. He had flushed the toilet twice to make it legit. How had a wonderful moment been brought down so far. He was stupid to suggest cooking in the first place.

"Brendon?..."

Mikey called in concern, knocking lightly on the bathroom door.

"Pizza's here. Are you coming out?"

"Yeah coming..."

Brendon scrubbed his face and then opened the door.

"Smells great."

Mikey took Brendon’s hand carefully. He smiled softly at him.

"Let’s eat, then we’re talking...alright?"

"Sure."

Brendon was led to his broken down little table in the kitchen. The pizza did smell good and Brendon's stomach growled. Mikey smiled, pulling out a chair for the boy, like the gentleman he always aimed to be. Brendon sat down...and missed.

"Fuck, ow!"

Mikey dropped to his knees next to Brendon on the floor and pulled him carefully into his lap.

"Are you Ok?"

He asked, stroking a hand through Brendon’s hair.

"Yeah, I think I landed on my tail bone though. That's gonna leave a mark."

Mikey swallowed, biting his lip.

"I would offer to kiss it better, but I think it’s a bit early for that..."

He winked, standing up with Brendon in his arms. He sat down at the table with the boy in his lap still.

"Let’s just eat and get to know each other better...yeah?"

"Um...am I staying in your lap the whole time? Are you gonna feed me?"

"Yes and...if you like?"

Brendon giggled.

"Okay daddy, feed me."

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly letting his tongue lightly set on his lower lip. Mikey’s breath hitched at the sight, he’d never seen anything as beautiful. He picked up a slice of the four cheese pizza and aimed the tip into Brendon’s mouth.

"There you go my beautiful baby boy."

Brendon laughed and took a bite. He licked his lips and groaned. He had been a while since he had good hot pizza.

"Fuck, this is better than any shit I can make."

Mikey chuckled.

"I’m glad you like it baby..."

He took a bite of the slice and had to agree that it was good. He chewed then swallowed.

"It is good, but I do want to try your cooking sometime."

"Nah, just eat Ray's, he could out cook me in a heartbeat."

Brendon opened up for another bite. Mikey held up the slice again with a smile.

"He could out cook Gordon Ramsey, but it’s not him I’m interested in right now baby."

"You should be."

Brendon mumbled as he took another bite. It was getting cold now and the cheese and grease was starting to congeal. Mikey frowned, putting the pizza down. He wiped his hand off on his jeans then turned Brendon’s face toward him.

"Brendon, I’m here with you. My entire attention is on you and I don’t want to think about anyone else..."

He cupped Brendon’s cheek and leaned in to softly kiss his lips.

"Don’t you get it Brendon?...I like you...Ok?"

"I do, I really do, but..."

Brendon was cut off by Mikey's mouth and maybe he was selfish and he was wrong, but right now he didn't want to think about taking Mikey from Ray, who deserved him more in Brendon's opinion. Right now he just wanted to be the only one. Mikey kissed Brendon deeply, hands moving into his hair...he couldn’t get enough of the boy, he tasted so fucking good...and it wasn’t the pizza.

"Want this. Want you."

Brendon's breath was labored as he begged for anything and everything.

"You’ve got me baby boy..."

Mikey murmured, moving his lips down to Brendon’s throat where he started to suck an impressive mark into the pale skin.

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"Everything, I want it all, I want to feel you covering my body completely, consuming me."

"Whatever you need baby."

Mikey moved his fingers to the buttons of Brendon's shirt, undoing them quickly to reveal another shirt beneath. He was aware of how cold the tiny apartment was, but how many layers did the boy have on?!

"Can I show you my bedroom?"

Brendon batted his eyelids shyly. Mikey nodded, smiling at the boy.

"Yeah, I’d like that."

Brendon slid off Mikey's lap and held out his hand. Mikey took Brendon’s offered hand and let himself be pulled up and lead out of the living room. Brendon pulled him into his small bedroom. His blankets were threadbare and he only had one pillow, but at that moment Brendon forgot how to be embarrassed cause he was finally going to be with Mikey.

Mikey pulled Brendon up against him and smiled softly.

"Gonna take good care of you baby."

With one arm wrapped around Brendon’s waist and the other hand in his hair, he kissed him deeply and kicked the bedroom door closed, shutting the world and their troubles outside.

Notes

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