Mikey can taste Gerard in Frank's mouth. It's strange and messed up, it's more messed up that he seeks that taste out, tries to separate it from the unique taste that is Frank and that he knows so well. He should be angry, at least a bit, he thinks. He knows Gerard, he knows Gerard doesn't do it to hurt Mikey, only does it because it was there. A moment, nothing else. Political statement. He is sure Gerard will have a perfectly reasonable explanation, but the truth is, the truth is something sparks between them. And sometimes Gerard just can't help himself, because he's Gerard and he does what he thinks feels right. Mikey is glad that Gerard isn't hiding away from himself, the world, whatever, that he tries to be the person he really is, but he also knows that Gerard will beat himself up about it when the rush of the music, the performance dies down.
He separates himself from Frank who looks like he wants to fuck right here in the freaking hallway and says:”I'm going to find Gerard.”
“Now?” Frank asks.
Mikey nods. “Now,” because this can't wait.
~+~ Gerard is standing outside the bus, smoking and obviously waiting for Mikey.
“So...I kissed Frank and there will be video-proof of it – again - for ever and ever. Amen.”
Mikey smiles and holds his hand out for the cigarette. Gerard hands it over without a word. “I can't blame you, he's hot.”
Gerard nods, because he's not going to lie about this, not to Mikey. Mikey takes a deep drag. “He got even better at kissing since the last time.”
“You got to,” Mikey answers.
Gerard turns his head to look at him. Mikey can feel his gaze on his skin. “What?”
“He's all worked up.”
“He always is after a show, he's Frank.”
“More than usually. And I would know.”
Gerard grabs Mikey's arm, the one that doesn't hold the cigarette and Mikey turns to look at him. “What are we talking about?” he asks softly.
“I know I should have been angry and jealous, but I am not. I...” Mikey takes another drag and exhales slowly. “Because it's you, I'm not.” Gerard nods as if he understands, but Mikey isn't so sure. “I don't mean because you don't want to steal my boyfriend, or because if you would like him you would never try anything...I mean, because it's you.” Mikey tries to clarify.
Gerard is silent for a while, mulling this over in his head and then his fingers tighten on Mikey's arm and he says: “Oh.”
Mikey closes his eyes. He feels Gerard turn, taking the cigarette out of Mikey's fingers and then Gerard is hugging him. One hand buried in Mikey's hair, the other at the small of his neck. Mikey leans into it, crushing Gerard's body against his. He can feel Gerard's breath on his skin with every exhale. “I am,” Gerard whispers.
“What?”
“Jealous, sometimes. Sometimes I am jealous,” Gerard confesses in a small voice.
“Gee...” Mikey starts.
“I'm not there yet,” Gerard cuts in and Mikey hugs him even tighter.
(How bad I want this) scandal; MCR: Frank/Mikey (+Gerard)
He should be angry, at least a bit, he thinks. He knows Gerard, he knows Gerard doesn't do it to hurt Mikey, only does it because it was there. A moment, nothing else. Political statement. He is sure Gerard will have a perfectly reasonable explanation, but the truth is, the truth is something sparks between them. And sometimes Gerard just can't help himself, because he's Gerard and he does what he thinks feels right.
Mikey is glad that Gerard isn't hiding away from himself, the world, whatever, that he tries to be the person he really is, but he also knows that Gerard will beat himself up about it when the rush of the music, the performance dies down.
He separates himself from Frank who looks like he wants to fuck right here in the freaking hallway and says:”I'm going to find Gerard.”
“Now?” Frank asks.
Mikey nods. “Now,” because this can't wait.
~+~
Gerard is standing outside the bus, smoking and obviously waiting for Mikey.
“So...I kissed Frank and there will be video-proof of it – again - for ever and ever. Amen.”
Mikey smiles and holds his hand out for the cigarette. Gerard hands it over without a word.
“I can't blame you, he's hot.”
Gerard nods, because he's not going to lie about this, not to Mikey. Mikey takes a deep drag. “He got even better at kissing since the last time.”
“You got to,” Mikey answers.
Gerard turns his head to look at him. Mikey can feel his gaze on his skin. “What?”
“He's all worked up.”
“He always is after a show, he's Frank.”
“More than usually. And I would know.”
Gerard grabs Mikey's arm, the one that doesn't hold the cigarette and Mikey turns to look at him. “What are we talking about?” he asks softly.
“I know I should have been angry and jealous, but I am not. I...” Mikey takes another drag and exhales slowly. “Because it's you, I'm not.”
Gerard nods as if he understands, but Mikey isn't so sure. “I don't mean because you don't want to steal my boyfriend, or because if you would like him you would never try anything...I mean, because it's you.” Mikey tries to clarify.
Gerard is silent for a while, mulling this over in his head and then his fingers tighten on Mikey's arm and he says: “Oh.”
Mikey closes his eyes. He feels Gerard turn, taking the cigarette out of Mikey's fingers and then Gerard is hugging him. One hand buried in Mikey's hair, the other at the small of his neck. Mikey leans into it, crushing Gerard's body against his. He can feel Gerard's breath on his skin with every exhale. “I am,” Gerard whispers.
“What?”
“Jealous, sometimes. Sometimes I am jealous,” Gerard confesses in a small voice.
“Gee...” Mikey starts.
“I'm not there yet,” Gerard cuts in and Mikey hugs him even tighter.
~end~