Mikey may have been being an over-reactive bitch, but he had been woken up in a bad mood and had honestly given zero fucks when Frank walked in and it was just a catalyst for disaster.
He was sorry for making his brother upset, of course, he wasn't that much of a dick. He was thirsty for dick but he wasn't one.
But that's only because he's never given a blowjob.
You are what you eat, after all.
Anyways, Mikey was a tired, pissy, homosexual bitch today, and didn't give even the slightest a fuck about it. He didn't even really know why he had decided to get in the boat, because he didn't know where any of his new friends lived, so he just decided to ride around the lake for a while.
The boat wasn't the fastest thing on the planet, but it was still a fast boat and would therefore suffice for Mikey's homosexual angsty boating trip. He was still in his fucking boxers and Metallica shirt for shit's sake, and he may have even forgotten his glasses, fuck him if he did. Today was not starting out well.
He was just steering the boat in circles in the deepest part of the lake now, because he honestly had no idea what to do and being on the boat would maybe calm him down a bit. He killed the engine and sat down on the cold metal bottom of the boat, leaning back and staring up at the slightly blurry clouds to try and relax.
Shit, he was really an ass to Gerard. He knew it was a lot for Gerard, he had gotten a lot better since the incident with Bert had happened but he still didn't handle it well.
And he also had an entirely different perspective from what Mikey had from it, so Mikey didn't fully understand what he had gone through. Sure, he knew he had been drugged and beyond fucked over by the asshole, but Mikey didn't understand the emotions that were involved in it. He had only been thirteen at the time and had really only experienced the part where Bert held a motherfucking gun to his head, which he was surprised didn't fuck him up as much as it could've.
But screaming at Gerard because he had found a relatively nice person to associate himself with or possibly start a friendship/relationship with was a bit too far. Especially the fact that he had yelled at Gerard about something so personal that had obviously fucked him over more than he may have let on. Sure, he may joke and laugh and be very chill most of the time, but that year and a half after the incident where he blamed himself for everything and would constantly skip school because he was so fucked took a toll on him. The drug use Bert forced on him didn't help either, especially when he relapsed twice. He wasn't himself that year, and he sometimes would slip back into his depressive attitude every so often. It wasn't fun when he did.
But Mikey couldn't deny he had suspicions about Frank. He had only known Gerard for a few days and already seemed head over heels for him. It seemed to be going too fast for Mikey. Or maybe that was just him.
But he still worried about Gerard and guys, even if they presented no immediate threat.
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Frank had been cradling Gerard in his arms for, he didn't even know how long, but he didn't really care, because if he could help this boy in his arms, he'd do anything.
Frank was still trying to take in everything Gerard had said, because holy shit it was like a bomb was dropped on him. And Frank was still concerned because Mikey didn't know he understood and Mikey still probably hated him and he needed to talk to Mikey now. Maybe not now, now, but later now. Like ten minutes. Gerard is comforting to hold.
Frank was rubbing circles on Gerard's back with his thumb, trying to relax the older boy, and luckily his breathing was starting to steady now, Frank beginning to formulate a plan of how to talk to Mikey in his mind.
"Frank?" Gerard's voice was quiet and strained, borderline whiny and downright heartbreaking.
"Yeah Gee?" Frank asked the older of the two, tilting Gerard's head up to make eye contact with him.
Gerard pursed his lips, contemplating his next words or possibly actions. Frank really fought the urge to kiss him, because it really wasn't the time and he didn't want to confront Gerard with anything at the moment based off what Gerard just told him.
"You- I- um..." Gerard was hesitant, holding something back, Frank could tell, and he wanted to know what it was, because Frank was a little bit of a needy bitch, and he wanted to know everything he could about a situation.
Gerard was struggling, quite severely it seemed, with forming his words, frustrating Frank to almost kissing him to shut him up. Almost. As much as it hurt to hold back his hormonal urges, Frank waited to see what Gerard would to first, because he was trying to be a classy fucking gentleman.
"Fuck it." Gerard said, startling Frank with a pressure on his lips in the form of a hasty, cliché, kiss that Frank's mind had reacted to most intelligently by blacking out.
It took another moment to asses what was actually happening, and once Frank's mind rebooted, he retaliated Gerard's lips on his own with kissing him back with an equal, if not more, amount of pressure.
Frank had been thrown off the tracks at Gerard's sudden advancement, but it was bittersweet, Gerard was bittersweet, everything up until now with Gerard had been bittersweet, if only for a few days. Frank knew Pete would be having his Fourth of July party like every year, and as fucking cheesy and cliché it was, Frank had wanted to kiss Gerard there, even if the bet he stupidly made with Patrick entailed that he initiate something within 24 hours, which had apparently been successful.
Back to the subject at hand, Frank was kissing Gerard motherfucking Way, and he was mildly losing his shit because of it, because Gerard's lips were soft and kind of submissive to whatever Frank did with his own, and it was very, very, attractive.
Gerard pulled away abruptly, cheeks red in embarrassment. "Sorry 'bout that." He mumbled, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.
Frank just kind of stared at him in shock.
"Sorry? Don't apologize! It was totally fine and I would really like to do it again maybe nowmaybelateryourlipsaresofuckingsoft." Frank rushed his words, albeit a little flustered from what had just happened.
Gerard giggled and looked into Frank's eyes again, his eyes still slightly red and glassy from his crying earlier. He leaned into Frank again, closing the distance between them for the second time.
And with that, Frank kissed him back, the thought of talking to Mikey still in the back of his mind as he felt the soft lips of Gerard Way against his own.
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FanfictionGerard Way is staying at his grandmother Elena's lake house for the summer before his first year at college. His younger brother Mikey is more concerned about having no wifi for three months than anything else really. The only thing to do is to stay...
