Behind Closed Doors (Mikey Way, bandslash oneshot)

Behind Closed Doors

It's the very first Taste of Chaos tour in 2005. It's halfway through the tour, and The Used and My Chemical Romance became closer. They bandmembers all got along nicely. Each show was played with a massive amount of energy and vigor, exciting the fans, which in turn fueled the frontmen's antics, which became a neverending loop of chaos.

Each band on the tour was enjoying themselves, yet few were starting to tire and long for home. But the loud, hectic buzz of touring kept everyone on their feet.

Mikey now sat alone on his bunk, flipping through his new comic book that he received from a fan. It was interesting, something with plenty of evil bad guys and an outnumbered hero posse. But Mikey couldn't concentrate on the storyline of the comic.

Sitting farther down the bus in the back lounge were his band mates, congregating with The Used. Mikey heard the laughter of Frank and Bert, along with Jeph's raspy voice ranging in pitch as he seemed to be telling a hilarious story.

Gerard, Ray, Quinn, Dan, and Bob were talking amongst themselves in the front lounge, discussing the next few venues, and which were their favorites. Mikey had no interest in that.

The lull of the bus moving was draining his attention span. He was getting antsy. It would be a few more hours before he could get off this wretched tourbus and stretch his legs, leaving little time before having to take the stage again.

Mikey racked his numbed brain to keep from losing his cool. His mind wandered from the pattern of his grimy, unwashed sheets, to the color scheme of the comic strip, and then he heard Franks laughter again.

Frank.

Frank and Mikey had a thing going on. It was more like an "I'm lonely, you're lonely, wanna hook up?", kinda thing.

And god, did Mikey enjoy that kinda thing.

Mikey was usually quiet and pretended not to care. He pretended not to want attention. But Mikey loved the attention, from anyone and everyone. He loved being touched, he loved being kissed, and it didn't matter to him who it was. He enjoyed the attention so damn much but never showed it.

When Frank started showing an interest in Mikey, Mikey decided to make it happen.

He teased Frank. Constantly. Whether it be staying shirtless longer than he needed to be while changing in the same room, brushing against Frank while walking past, or just giving him lusty bedroom eyes.

Finally, after a week of teasing, Frank had shoved Mikey into the venue's backstage bathroom after a show and... did things. Thankfully they weren't caught by crew members, fans, or much worse, Gerard.

Gerard has always been protective of Mikey. The brothers were close, much closer than most siblings these days. They took care of each other.

Gerard had made sure, when Mikey was first allowed to date, that no one but the best would go out with his baby brother. And if the lucky person somehow convinced Gerard that they were worthy, then eventually broke Mikey's heart, Gerard would fucking end them.

The last time Mikey dated a girl, it went horribly. She seemed nice enough, yeah. They kissed a few times, fucked a few times, exchanged "I love you's". But when they went to a bar together, Mikey left for a few minutes to get them both drinks. He returned to see her kissing another girl. When Gerard found out about it... Well... He did a lot of "disturbing the peace".

That was two years ago.

Mikey shuddered. Two years of being single.

But during those two years, Mikey had plenty of secret hook ups with strangers. Plenty of nights at gay bars where he was constantly hit on. Plenty of people had kissed him while he was heavily intoxicated. Plenty of meet and greets where he played the "quiet, innocent Mikey". Plenty of attention was payed to the thirsty little Jersey boy.