Lost

Chapter 17

//I wrote this at like 02:40 so sorry for any bad grammar/spelling don't judge me-\\

Frank sighed as he slowly unlocked the door to his house. Mikey was shivering behind him, but the male looked a little calmer now that he was away from his brother. Gerard had refused to let Mikey out of his sight after learning about his heart attack.

It was very difficult when Mikey was trying to sleep and Gerard was still watching him like a hawk.

Frank sighed again and walked into his house, closing the door behind Mikey. The last time he'd been here, he'd been watching Mikey run away from him. That had felt horrible. He remembered feeling both horrified and terrified.

Then Mikey had found out about his talks with Gerard and gotten himself shitfaced drunk. Frank didn't know how to deal with this anymore. He felt horrible for poor Mikey, scared of what might happen in the near future and he was struggling to figure out what to feel over Gee.

God, the older Way could be an asshole when it suited him. Frank was starting to lose sight of what he'd ever found hot in Gerard. Nowadays his mind was taken up by Mikey. It wasn't all lust either, which was really weird. There was worry mixed in amongst the desire.

Frank had never had that after Gerard gave up alcohol. Sure, he'd been worried about Gerard from time to time – but never like this.

It was difficult to explain.

Mikey took up most of his life now. Mikey was his everything.

Frank watched the lanky male sit by the heater, rubbing his cold hands fervently. Frank grinned and crouched down, rubbing Mikey's cold hands too. Mikey frowned at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Rubbing your hands. They're cold."

"But–"

"Shut up, Mikey, I can rub your hands if I want to."

"This feels weird," he complained. Frank rolled his eyes and patted Mikey's head after letting go of his hands and standing up. Mikey looked up at him, whining. "My hands are colder now."

"Make up your mind," Frank muttered with a small smile. He sat back down and took Mikey's hands again, holding them tight and attempting to warm them up. Mikey spaced out a little and stared out of the window with a blank expression, happy to just relax whilst Frank continued.

Frank, being Frank, got bored. He surged forwards and crashed his whole body into Mikey's, knocking him back onto the floor. Mikey yelped, but the noise was stifled by Frank pushing their lips together.

Frank's hands traveled down Mikey's sides, finally gripping tightly onto his hips. He was frustrated and emotional and God he wanted to find out what Mikey's mouth tasted like. Just to make sure that Mikey was okay with it, Frank gently ran his tongue over the taller male's lower lip.

Mikey seemed surprised, but he did not pull away, so Frank assumed he was fine to continue. He cheerfully pushed his tongue into Mikey's mouth and began to explore. Mikey tasted a bit like coffee, which made sense since that was the only thing he'd consumed all day.

Frank rolled his hips and tugged on Mikey's shirt, enjoying the soft sounds that the other male was making. When they finally parted, saliva joined their mouths.

"Wow," Mikey managed.

*****

Frank traced circles on Mikey's chest, humming a riff from some old song. Night had appeared on swift wings, and delivered them (well, at least Mikey) to a soft sleep.

Mikey was shirtless.

Frank felt like one of their teenage fans – the rabid ones that screeched and hurt their ears. God, fuck, Mikey was hot. Frank wasn't even caring about him being the wrong Way anymore.

Frank really, really liked him. And he just couldn't stop liking him.

Mikey's breathing stilled for a second, but then resumed. The silence of the room was overpowering. Frank didn't like silences. He yawned and laid his head down on Mikey's chest, listening to the rhythmic thumping of the bassist's heart. It sounded a lot stronger than it had three months ago, after the heart attack.

Frank smiled a little at this. He liked to hope that one day this would all be gone. He'd be living with Mikey, maybe. He'd enjoy more kisses and cuddles and he'd fall asleep to the sound of Mikey's heart every night.

That future sounded beautiful, but Frank knew his luck by now and wasn't counting on it. Mikey gave an unhappy mumble and Frank realised that his heartbeat was speeding up a little. He frowned and looked up at Mikey, noticing that the bassist's brow was sweating.

"Mikey?" he whispered. Then he almost slapped himself. Yes, Frank, he thought. Whispers will definitely wake him up. He sighed and sat up, slinging a leg over Mikey and sitting on his chest. He then poked Mikey's cheeks with a bored expression.

"Mikes," he said in a normal voice. "Mikes, wake up."

Mikey woke up and slapped him so hard that Frank almost thought he was unconscious.

"The fuck was that for?" he demanded once he had gauged that he was very conscious. Mikey looked pale and frightened, even in what little Frank could see of him.

"S-sorry," he whispered. "Bad dream." Frank blinked and slid off of him, curling up beside him. He played absent-mindedly with the drawstrings of Mikey's pyjama pants.

"What was it about?"

Mikey chewed his lip. "Water."

"Again?" Frank sighed. "Mikey, I know you almost drowned last year, but–"

"It wasn't just me this time!" Mikey insisted. "You were there too!" He sounded rather distressed now. "I couldn't save you! And then Gerard was a... a shark–"

"He was a what?"

"A shark, keep up. Ray was just kinda watching from a boat, and we were both dying! Gerard kinda ate you I think..." Mikey frowned. "Or maybe you drowned...?"

Frank sighed. "Mikey, you know we aren't going near shark-infested or Gerard-infested waters any time soon. And I won't drown, I promise."

"You can't promise that!" Mikey protested. "You don't know that!" Frank sighed and kissed his forehead.

"Mikes, it was a dream. We're nowhere near Gerard or sharks or Ray or anything else! Now go back to sleep. It's late."

Mikey muttered mutinously, but was soon fast asleep again.

Frank himself managed to get some sleep too, but only after fantasising for hours what their future could be like.