Lost

Chapter 19

Frank stared at Mikey through the darkness of their room. It was night time, and Mikey was asleep like a good boy, but Frank just... couldn't.
He wanted to sleep! Sleep was cool, sleep was–
Gerard.
No, Frank groaned silently. He didn't want to think about that repulsive hot god. That wasn't his relationship anymore.
And he already knew Mikey was thinking he wasn't good enough for Frank again. Frank daydreaming about Gerard wouldn't help a thing.
He sighed and gently ran his fingers through Mikey's hair. The bassist mumbled something and Frank paused. When Mikey just kept sleeping, Frank resumed the combing of Mikey's hair with his fingers. He sighed and kissed Mikey's head before sitting up. No sleep for him tonight, then. He absent-mindedly traced the letters on his fingers, watching Mikey. They'd taken him back to the doctors earlier in the day, who'd decided that he no longer needed the medication. They'd been slowly putting less and less of the drug in the pills just to make sure Mikey wasn't going to get addicted and to make sure that his heart didn't become too dependent on them.
Frank smiled a little, happy that Mikey was getting noticeably better now. Now maybe they could worry less, and focus more on being a... a couple.
Frank didn't know why the idea excited him so much, but he wanted to do cringe inducing couple things with Mikey. Like going to a cinema, or going to a fancy restaurant.
You know. Couple things.
But he began to wonder why Gerard had chosen Lindsey to date. Was he not good enough? I could be better, he thought wistfully. He almost smacked himself.
Who cared? He was with Mikey.
Mikey Way.
Not Gerard Way.
Mikey.
Lindsey would date Gerard, and Frank would date Mikey, and Ray could do whoever the fuck he wanted because he was Ray.
Frank sighed and got out of bed, pulling a hoodie on and going into the kitchen. Mikey, of course, remained asleep.
Lazy ass.
Frank made himself some coffee and took a biscuit, eating it quite happily. The winter mornings were getting colder and darker, so he was quite pleased for the warmth. He hummed quietly, sipping at his coffee.
About an hour later, he returned to Mikey's side, slipping into bed and holding him tightly.
Mikey was mumbling about sharks. Frank sighed and gently ran his fingers through the other man's hair. He wished Mikey wouldn't be so afraid of sharks. The facts of "Less people die from sharks than cows" facts didn't put him off from the damned things.
He was just so damn terrified of them.
Frank sighed again and kissed Mikey's chest. He couldn't be bothered to stretch up to Mikey's head. Mikey mumbled a little and stretched, his arms slowly draping over Frank's body. Frank smiled a little and hugged him tightly.
"You cute motherfucker," he whispered happily. Mikey stirred a little more.
"I'm not a mothe–" he broke off to yawn. Frank giggled and kissed his chest again.
"You're cute though."
"Debatable."
"Shut up, Mikey, you're adorable."
"Shut up, Frank, Gerard's hot."
"But you're cute!"
"Well, you're hot!"
"I know," Frank smirked. "And I don't want you outdoing me in the hotness department, so you're cute."
"Stop being stupid," Mikey muttered. Frank could see his cheeks going red, though, and he enjoyed seeing that.
"Aww, you like it really."
"Shut it, Frank." Mikey sighed and patted his head. "What time is it, anyway?"
"About six," Frank yawned. "But I dunno."
"Huh." Mikey checked his phone, and the bright screen made them both flinch. "Six-thirty," Mikey noted.
"Ugh." Frank sat up and stretched his arms out. "Screw that."
"Screw what?" Mikey picked at a hole in his pyjama pants' knee.
"Screw you."
"I mean, if you want."
Frank almost choked on his own spit. He cast a sharp look down at Mikey, who looked exasperated.
"I'm kidding." He rolled his eyes. "I'll only let you when I'm properly ready."
"You aren't yet?"
"No." Mikey seemed a little embarrassed. Frank sighed and kissed his head.
"It's okay," the shorter man murmured. "I would never force you into anything."
Mikey looked relieved as he pulled Frank into a quick kiss.
"I love you," he whispered happily.
"I love you too." Frank kissed his nose and sat back up again.
There was a knock at the door and they both jumped.
"Who's knocking at six in the morning?" Frank demanded.
Mikey shrugged, standing up to go and get it.
"Er, Mikes, you aren't wearing a shirt. I'll get it." Frank hurried out, downstairs. He warily approached the door, and then swung it open.
He blinked.
"Toro?"
Ray stared at him, bloodied and bruised.
"I need a place to stay," he wheezed, before collapsing.