Framed (Dolenzmith) (COMPLETE)

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"Micky!" Michael cried. Micky was startled so badly he fell off the bed and looked up at Michael with wide eyes. He knew he'd been caught.

"M-Michael?" Micky stuttered. "Wh-What are you—"

He was interrupted when Michael kneeled down beside him and slapped a hand over his mouth. He looked at the older man with wide eyes.

"What the hell, Micky?"

Tears began to gather in Micky's eyes. Michael took his hand away and he looked down. "J-John."

Michael sighed. "Fuck," he muttered, "it's a good thing I caught you."

"W-Why?"

Michael sat on the ground and cradled Micky in his arms. That did it for Micky and he sobbed, burying his face in Michael's shoulder.

"I talked to To—Peter. We're gonna try 'n' get you outta here."