Mikey's Hook Up

Ray was happy that Brendon was back. Even though it made his heart ache a bit to see him and Mikey together now, he was still happy. Anyone was better than that slime ball Patrick. The rich rat hadn't been back since the day he was told off.

"Good riddance to bad rubbish."

"What's that Ray?"

Ray looked up and saw Frank.

"Oh, nothing, I was just mumbling to myself."

Frank nodded, but he knew what was bothering Ray. Seeing Brendon with Mikey and knowing that Ray had feelings for their boss...well it was only because of Ray's military training that he was holding it together.

"Ready for another amazing night?"

"You mean a busy night don't you?"

Frank laughed and touched Ray's shoulder.

"Yeah, but it's good right? Everything back to the way it was?"

"Yeah, the way it should be."

"Not quite, but it could still happen."

Ray looked at Frank quizzingly. Frank just shrugged and headed out of the kitchen. Ray would have put more thought into it, but he had a menu to prepare and had no time for anything else.

(time passes)

Mikey walked into the club holding Brendon's hand, with Gerard trailing behind them. Frank looked up and grinned, jumping the bar to trot over to his boyfriend, who’s attention was firmly on his phone screen. Frank basically tackled him, pressing his mouth to the taller boy's, making him squeak and flap his arms, nearly dropping his phone. After a second, Frank pulled back to look in Gerard’s eyes with a wide smile on his face.

"Hi baby, you good?"

Gerard was a little dazed at Frank's attack and it made Brendon laugh a bit.

"Uh...yeah, I think so."

Frank grinned and kissed Gerard’s cheek.

"Well good, cause I need you fit and well for tonight."

He winked, then spun on his heel and trotted back to the bar, hopping over and getting on with setting up for the evening. Brendon helped Gerard to stand up straight.

"What was that about?"

"I'm not sure?"

Mikey chuckled.

"Something tells me Frankie has something planned for you later, dear brother."

Gerard blushed a bit thinking of Frank's words.

"I guess he does..."

Gerard shook his head to clear it.

"But right now I have numbers to attend to. I'll be in your office if you need me."

Gerard quickly left and Brendon rolled his eyes. Gerard was going to tend to 'numbers'...yeah right, he was going to tend to the hard-on Frank left him with by just kissing him.

"Man, Frank can be a dangerous weapon huh?"

Mikey laughed, pulling Brendon in against his chest.

"You are a dangerous weapon my dear, but I’m not complaining, and I don’t think Gerard is either..."

He kissed Brendon softly, holding him close.

"You ready for this?"

He murmured with his forehead pressed against Brendon’s as he waved his hand that wasn’t wrapped around the boy’s waist to indicate the club.

"Yeah, let's get going!"

Brendon kissed Mikey and then ran off to get changed and put his skates on.

"Whoa!"

Ray just opened the kitchen door as Brendon ran past and disappeared into the break room.

"Someone is full of energy tonight!"

"Isn’t he always?"

Frank giggled from behind the bar.

"True, I did miss having him around..."

Ray saw Mikey and realised that he must have been with Brendon.

"Hey Boss, ready for tonight?"

Mikey smiled wide.

"Yep. I think tonight’s gonna be epic. You all set?"

"I don't know about epic, but I think it will be a good night."

"Well good. I’m gonna go make sure everyone’s ready. Is there anything you need before we open?"

Ray looked at the man in charge of his happiness here. So much he wanted to say.

"I'm good boss. See you later."

Ray walked back into the kitchen. Mikey paused, frowning slightly...Ray sounded off. He shook his head, he’d have to speak to him later. Sighing, he turned and headed toward the front.

"Hey Bob, we ready to open?"

Bob looked up from the clipboard in his hand with a half smile.

"Yes boss. We’ve got a line half way up the block already, and there’s two stag parties booked for the v.i.p booths as well."

Mikey grinned, moving to Bob's side to look at the clipboard. The club was generally a pay at the door place, but parties could book in advance to guarantee entry and the best tables in the house. Mikey’s eyes trailed down the list until his smile suddenly slipped.

"What the..."

He looked up at Bob with a raised eyebrow.

"Patrick booked a table?"

Bob nodded.

"Yes boss. I thought you knew."

Mikey frowned.

"No, I didn’t."

"Do you want me ban him boss?"

Mikey honestly considered this for a moment, then sighed and shook his head. There was no need to be petty.

"No Bob, you can let him in, just...let me know when he gets here, yeah?"

Bob nodded.

"Sure thing boss."

Mikey sighed heavily, his bright mood from before officially dimmed. He nodded to Bob, then headed off to the office. Opening the door, he saw Gerard sat at his desk, typing away on his laptop.

"Hey Gee..."

He said flatly.

"How’s it going?"

Gerard looked up with a smile that quickly disappeared off his face. He immediately went into big brother mode.

"Hey Mikes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

Mikey sighed.

"Nothing I can’t handle anyway."

"Mikey...come on, it's me."

Mikey huffed, flopping into his chair ungracefully.

"Patrick."

He said with a frown.

"What about him?"

Just his name made Gerard grind his teeth. He still couldn’t believe the way that poor excuse of a man treated his baby brother. Mikey lifted his head to look at Gerard.

"He’s coming tonight. He booked a table."

"Well at least he realises that he just can't get in cause he knows you."

"I wouldn’t put it past him to be honest, but don’t worry, Bob knows he’s coming and won’t let him cause mischief. Besides, I think he needs to realise that he’s lost his shot with me. I’m pretty sure he'll know that after tonight..."

Mikey said, a smirk growing on his lips.

"I just hope he doesn’t try to take it out on Brendon...he doesn’t need that shit."

"I think Brendon is good for you, but..."

Gerard knew from Frank that Ray liked Mikey too, but had never really said anything, stepping back for Brendon.

"You know what, never mind. It's not important. So does it say how many in his party?"

Mikey raised an eyebrow.

"I...I didn’t notice. I was just pissed that he thought he would be welcome here."

"Well to be fair you never really broke up with him. In fact you haven't spoke to him in almost a month now."

Gerard wasn't trying to defend the asshole, just point out facts. Mikey rolled his eyes.

"Well I thought the breaking up was implied by the ignoring him like he doesn’t exist. You don’t think he would’ve worked that out?"

"A guy like Patrick? He still hasn't work out that you don't..."

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but we have a little situation in the kitchen boss."

Mikey looked over at Ray and offered a slightly pained smile.

"OK, I'm coming..."

He looked back at Gerard as he stood up from his chair.

"Don't worry about it Gee, I'll handle things."

With that, he followed Ray from the room. Gerard couldn't help but worry though. He had a strange feeling that something was going to happen tonight and that Mikey would be the affected one. He decided to not let Frank distract him and keep a close eye on his brother, just in case.

(time passes)

Patrick looked in the mirror as he checked his suit and tie.

"Tonight is it Ricky old boy. Tonight we will convince young Michael to hand over his business and then there will be...Ricky's Hook Ups all over New York and New Jersey, and then up and down the East Coast and then..."

"Talking to yourself again baby?"

Two slim arm slipped around Patrick's neck as a young man appeared in the mirror next to him.

"You my sweet harlot need to behave tonight. You actually have a job to do."

"I promise I will...if you will reward me Daddy."

Patrick smirked to the mirror.

"If everything goes as I expect it to tonight, we will all be rewarded."

He spun around and gave the boy a look. No words were exchanged as the boy slipped to his knees and opened Patrick's pants. Patrick sighed as he ran a hand through the boy's hair. Yup, everything was going to be perfect.

(time passes)

The night was in full swing now at the bar. Both parties were being cared for expertly by Brendon. Gerard knew Mikey felt better doing that than letting one of the less experienced skaters deal with the rowdiness. He sat at the end of the bar sipping his diet coke and watching for Patrick and his group.

"Are you ok baby?..."

Frank asked when a slight lull in customers at the bar gave him a few moments to breathe.

"You look stressed."

Just on edge, like I feel like something is going to happen and I have no control over it..."

Gerard looked at Frank with a slightly dejected visage.

"I feel really helpless."

Frank frowned.

"What’s going on baby?...can I help?"

"I wish you could."

Frank sighed, reaching out to stroke his fingers comfortingly over Gerard’s pale cheek.

"I’m here if you need me baby, please don’t forget that."

"I..."

Gerard was interrupted by some noise at the door. Bob was scowling at someone as he let them in. Gerard looked and saw...

"Patrick."

Patrick arrived with five other men all in suits. They moved to their designated table. Four of them seemed to be like Patrick, very business, but one...one looked like he didn't belong. Frank saw them and frowned.

"What's he doing here?...wait, he's what you're worried about, isn't he. You knew he was coming."

"Yeah, Mikey said that he actually reserved a table. Looks like business though, not for fun."

Another skater rolled over to Frank.

"Hey Frank, I have the orders for the complimentary drinks for table 17."

Gerard looked at the list. It was all the top sellers and Frank's best made...and one beer.

"You're not giving him free drinks are you?...even after how he treated Mikey?!"

Frank said in shock as he looked at the order, then at Gerard.

"You know the rules man, parties get one complimentary drink. It comes with the reservation."

The skater felt bad, but he knew even if no one liked the boss's ex, they still had to treat him properly. Frank huffed.

"Fine! The beer is for the asshole, right?"

"I wish I could spit in it."

Gerard chuckled, but shook his head.

"Yeah I know, but the other guys there don't deserve shit treatment just cause he does."

"They seem like some kind of investors. They keep talking about numbers...well all except for one, who I am pretty sure the ass is fucking. You can just tell the way he looks at him and he can't take notes for shit."

Frank pulled a face.

"Wouldn’t be surprised if he was fucking him when he was with Mikey."

Gerard nodded sadly.

"Mikey was always better than him, I never understood what he saw in him at all."

Frank reached over the bar and stroked his fingers through Gerard’s hair.

"The guy's an asshole, but he was a smooth asshole. Where is Mikey?...does he know Mr. Jerk-Off is here?"

"I don't know, last I saw he was in the kitchen with Ray."

Just as Gerard said that, Mikey appeared. Mikey smiled as he walked over to Gerard with a plate of Garlic and Parmesan Potato Wedges in his hand. He reached the bar and set the plate down with a flourish.

"Ta da!...Ray came up with a new recipe. He thought we might like to try it before it goes on the menu. You too Frank..."

He grinned. Frank grinned back, winked, then grabbed a wedge before heading off to serve another customer. Mikey looked at his brother.

"What’s wrong Gee?...I thought you’d be all over these."

He nodded toward the plate with a raised eyebrow.

"Mikey, Patrick is here."

Gerard pointed at the table where Patrick was surrounded by men with suits and the one that was a little too close in his personal space.

"This was their order for the complementary first drinks."

The skater showed the paper to Mikey. Gerard leaned in and looked at the paper again.

"Hey Frankie, aren't those all the drinks that you had in either magazines or the paper?"

Frank nodded, a sour look on his face.

"Yeah, they are."

"How long have they been here?"

Mikey asked quietly.

"Maybe half an hour or so?..."

The skater looked around and saw another table waving for him.

"Gotta go, let me know when those drinks are done Frank and...feel free to spit all you want Gerard."

The skater winked and then was off. Frank chuckled.

"Can I spit too?"

Mikey thought for a second, then sighed and shook his head.

"Probably best not..."

He turned to Gerard.

"Do you think I should speak to him?"

"It's up to you Mikey. I mean you have to face him at some point right?"

"Yeah, but maybe I should have a drink first. Frank?...something strong and sweet please."

Frank grinned.

"Sure thing. One Strong'n'Sweet coming right up."

He set to work fixing Mikey’s drink, a Very Pink Raspberry Cosmopolitan Cocktail...Patrick’s drink could wait.

"Easy there honey, you need to be at your best tonight with two parties."

Brendon came skating up to Mikey just as Frank handed him the drink.

"Patrick’s here..."

Mikey said flatly, wrapping an arm around Brendon’s waist.

"I gotta talk to him. I need something first."

"Half then."

Brendon picked up the glass and took a large sip and then lifted the glass to Mikey's mouth. Mikey smirked and accepted a mouthful of the sweet liquid, his eyes locked on the pretty boy he held close to him.

"Mmm, that’s good."

He murmured before pressing his lips to Brendon’s and kissing him deeply. Brendon could taste the pink sugar and felt Mikey pass one of the raspberries to him with his tongue.

"Alright you two, we are all working."

Gerard saw Brendon had a drink list and handed it to Frank. Frank took the list and scanned it.

"As soon as I’ve finished the asshole's order, I’ll get on this."

He went back to fixing the last two drinks for Patrick’s table. Mikey stroked Brendon’s cheek.

"Stay away from Patrick tonight baby...let me deal with him, ok?"

"Sure, I can do that. I'm having more fun with the Queen's at my table anyway. They keep saying they are going to try and get me in a skirt."

Mikey felt his cock twitch at the thought. He squeezed Brendon’s ass gently.

"Now that I’d like to see."

*Ahem*

Gerard looked away from his brother to see Ray standing there quietly.

"Sorry to bother you boss, but we have another situation."

Mikey sighed. He pressed a kiss to Brendon’s cheek, then let him go and turned toward his curly haired chef.

"What’s up Ray?"

"We're missing a key ingredient for one of the recipes that I wanted to try and I didn't know if I should leave it out or if you wanted to have an express delivery done."

Brendon listened to Ray talk to Mikey. It was clear in his voice and mannerisms that he was bothered. Brendon still felt guilty that he was holding that information. He headed back toward his table when he was stopped.

"Hey there honey, I was wondering if you could show me where the smoking area was."

It was a man in a smart suit. Brendon didn't know if he was part of Patrick's table, but he also didn't want to be rude."

"Sure, follow me..."

Brendon skated toward the back of the place where the smokers lounge was.

"We have both indoor and out."

"Out please, it's such a beautiful night."

"Okay out it is."

Brendon pushed the door open and saw no one on the veranda. One of the blubs was out and he made a mental note to tell Mikey.

"Here you are sir, unfortunately no one else is here to talk to, but..."

Brendon felt himself being pushed through the door. He fell down hard.

"What the fuck man?!"

The guys towered over him now.

"It seems that you are a bit of a distraction for what Mr. Stump wants, so I am going to keep you occupied so that he can handle his business."

"What do you..."

"You looked really good with Stump's partner down your throat, lets see how good you are with me..."

Brendon tried to scramble away, but he was grabbed and pushed against the wall where the light didn't reach.

"If you scream, I'll hurt you..."

Brendon whimpered as he was punched in the stomach.

"Well...I'll hurt you more."

He could barely breathe as he was pulled back up and forced into a kiss.

(time passes)

Patrick watched Mikey as he spoke to the cook. He would be one of the things that had to go. He made great food, but Patrick could get a proper chef. He felt a hand creep up his thigh and looked at his "secretary".

"You're not behaving baby."

"I can't help it, I want you."

"Why don't you go help Thomas with his task then."

"Ugh, no, let him deal with skater boy..."

He ran a hand higher, lightly brushing Patrick's crotch.

"I want a real man like you."

"Flatterer. Now watch as Daddy goes and does business."

Patrick got up after adjusting himself. He watched as Ray left and Mikey started to walk off. He made sure his meddling brother was occupied and moved in closer. Mikey was headed toward the office when he was stopped by a hand on his arm. He turned with a smile on his face, thinking it was Brendon or another member of his staff...but his smile dropped when he came face to face with...

"Patrick..."

He said flatly, pulling his arm away before the older man could get a decent grip.

"I’m not really sure why you’re here, but I guess we should talk."

"Yeah we should, somewhere less noisy too..."

Patrick gave a small unsure smile.

"It's been a while hasn't it."

"Yes...a while."

Not long enough if you asked Mikey.

"Shall we go to your office then? I would hate such an important conversation to have any interruptions."

Mikey sighed. He didn’t really want to be alone with Patrick, but the panic alarm button under his desk that he’d had installed since the older man was last there served as a reassurance of his safety.

"Ok, but I can’t be off the floor for long. It’s a busy night."

"Of course, I understand that."

Patrick guided Mikey to his office with his hand low, but not coming in contact with this back. Mikey pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the office. He opened the door and stepped in, clicking on the light by feel. He went straight to his desk and sat down, putting the desk and alarm button firmly between him and Patrick. He indicated the chair opposite him.

"Have a seat."

"I'll stand, I've been sitting all day negotiating contracts..."

Patrick leaned on the chair.

"I missed you. I wanted to call you and say I was sorry so many times, but..."

He hung his head dejectedly.

"...I didn't know what I could say. I had a feeling that sorry wasn't going to be enough, but how could I apologise for fucking up something so special. It was wrong of me to get upset about not having sex yet. You have all the right to take as much time as you want. I didn't want our relationship to be about sex. I wanted...dammit Mikey, I love you."

Mikey nearly choked on his own tongue at that.

"You love me?!...Patrick, you tried to get me to sleep with you when I wasn’t ready..."

He started counting off on his fingers as he spoke.

"You got mad when I denied you...then you vanished. You disappeared for a fucking month and didn’t even call me once!..."

He shook his head, dropping his hands onto the table.

"That’s not love Patrick. I’m not sure what it is...but it’s not love."

"It must be cause I've been miserable without you. How could I possibly call you or even show my face when I hurt you so much. I was...punishing myself for being such a cruel person. How could anyone hurt someone as wonderful of you. I was not worthy of you."

Mikey sighed heavily.

"Well, guess what...you waited too long."

"I...I had a feeling, but we can still be friends right? I mean, we had all those great talks and plans about expanding the bar, we can still do that right? I can even respect your choice in my replacement and congratulate him properly."

Mikey frowned.

"I’m not so sure about that. The way you spoke to Brendon last time was disgusting...I don’t want you near him..."

He ran a hand through his hair nervously, he should’ve asked Gerard to join them.

"And as for the bar..."

He shook his head.

"This is my bar, and I think I like it just as it is."

"Of course it is your bar honey, I would never say it isn't, but I recall most nights you having to turn people away and being bothered by it. If we expanded you could have more patrons, host more parties, and make a bigger impact of the LGBTQ community...and I know you want to do that."

"I do want to do that...but..."

Mikey trailed off, looking down. Patrick leaned over the desk and gently touched Mikey's face, lifting it up.

"Let's not let our failed relationship ruin this opportunity to do something wonderful for those people and the community."

Mikey frowned, sitting back in his seat so he was out of reach.

"Patrick, I do have big plans for this club...they just no long involve you."

"But I have the connections and the revenue. It will take you years to come up with both..."

Patrick looked at Mikey softly.

"You don't trust me."

Mikey raised a hand to rub at his temple...he could feel a headache coming on.

"It’s not that I don’t trust you..."

It totally was that.

"I just think you and I shouldn’t work together. And I’ve made a few connections of my own while you’ve been off with your boy out there..."

He nodded toward the door, keeping his eyes on Patrick and seeing the surprise on his face.

"Yeah...don’t think I didn’t notice his hand on your dick before. I’m not blind, or stupid Patrick."

Patrick realised he was not going to get his way nicely, so the next plan was...

"Could never fool you, could I Way. Well, then how about we do a little negotiating my style..."

Patrick pulled out his phone, scrolling through it.

"Either you give me part ownership...70% of course...or your boy..."

Patrick showed Mikey a picture that was sent to him just before they entered the office.

"...won't be skating any time soon."

Mikey’s eyes widened at the picture, his heart moving into his throat.

"What have you done?"

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

Dun dun dun!!...bit of drama and a cliffhanger...you like?


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