Mikey caressed my stomach lightly and pressed kisses on all of the scars he could see. He traced his fingers lightly over my stomach and looked at every bruise that covered it. I made sure to keep my chest covered because that led to another story as well. I felt so ugly under his eyes and touch. I started squirming in my own skin until Mikey noticed. He nodded before he took his shirt off completely. I looked over his bare chest and stomach before lightly pressing kisses on every square inch I could see. Mikey did the same and I could faintly hear him mumbling something after each bruise and scar he kissed. It wasn't until he brought his mouth up to my lips and mumbled it again that I understood him. He pressed his lips lightly on mine and kept repeating the word beautiful. My eyes watered up and Mikey only told me to close my eyes and he kissed each eyelid. I ran my hands down his smooth back and kissed his shoulder. Mikey's bare skin was touching my bare stomach and it was sending shivers of pleasure up my spine, through my spine, and into my face. Mikey chuckled a little bit before he moved back down to my stomach and kissed everything again. He didn't stop until he noticed that I was actually crying. He moved back onto his side of the bed and wrapped me in his arms. He tried to shush me like a child and I went willingly.
"I'm so ugly, Mikey." I was sobbing now and I couldn't stop myself. I had never had someone be this nice to me. I had never experienced this type of love before and it made me long for it even more. I never had someone hold me as I cried. I never had someone tell me that everything was going to be okay. I never had anyone tell me that I was beautiful. And all that I never had weighed down on me, it made me wish so badly that I had had it in the past. Mikey ran his hands through my hair and pulled my shirt down to cover my stomach. He kissed the top of my head and I looked up to see him crying with me. I wiped away his tears with my thumbs and he did the same for me. I scooted up to be leveled with his face and we tangled our legs together once again. I pulled Mikey's glasses off and cleaned them with my own shirt. I leaned over him and set them down on the nightstand for protection while he slept. We lay down on the pillows together and we stayed separate. Tonight I wasn't the only one who needed the protection. We both leaned our heads in and connected our foreheads together. We placed our hands in between us and connected those as well. I felt his breath fan my face and I was positive that mine was doing that same. I watched Mikey close his eyes before I followed him and did the same. I drifted off into sleep and for the first time ever I dreamt of something happy. I didn't just see blackness or the many men. I saw Mikey.
I sat up on the bed right after I heard a loud crash in the living room. I looked over at Mikey and saw him still fast asleep. I carefully crawled over him and crept towards the door. I opened it carefully and took note of where every creaking floorboard was. I tiptoed near the couch and saw that Gerard was missing from it. I kept tiptoeing until I came to the corner between the kitchen and the living room. I peaked in quietly and saw Gerard crouched over on the ground. I could hear him talking slowly and he was cleaning up glass from the kitchen floor. I could barely make out what he was saying, but I heard my name mixed in there a few times. I strained my ears to hear what he was saying, but it was difficult. I leaned too far into the kitchen and hit a squeaking floorboard I held my breath and watched Gerard turn around quickly. He shut his phone and shoved it into his pajama pant's pocket. He ran a hand through his hair and he gestured to the coffee mug that was cracked open on the ground. I just smiled and tried to pretend that Gerard wasn't talking to someone in the middle of the night about me. I bent down and started picking up all of the pieces with shaking hands. Gerard watched for a few seconds before joining in and talking to me.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up. I'm a bit of a klutz." Gerard laughed and flashed me a smile that only made me feel uneasy. I could only remember what Mikey had told me earlier about Gerard liking me. I just kind of smiled and threw two large pieces into the trash, "You're really quiet, Frank."
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Strangers In A Dangerous World (Frikey)
FanfictionBook #1 Frank is a sixteen year old boy who has had a tough life starting when he was six. His mom would bring home men and while they wouldn't lay a hand on her, it was open season on Frank. Mikey is a nineteen year old man who was kicked out of hi...