Backdoor Boy

10

Mikey sighed. It was pitch black in the room. Of course, that was normal, seeing as it was nearly two in the morning. But since Ray had kissed him earlier, he hadn't been able to settle himself.

Fuck me. Now it's real. Now I'm not just fucking someone else. Now this is a thing.

Why do I feel so guilty? It's not like Pete's innocent. He's fucking Patrick. And they're probably doing more that I don't know about. Why should I feel bad that I'm happy for once?

Mikey gave a frustrated sigh and rolled over, now facing away from Ray. He closed his eyes, figuring that he might as well try to get some sleep. He laid there for a little while, trying to get situated, but it wasn't working. He sighed for the third time that night.

Mikey glanced over his shoulder. Ray was facing the same way Mikey was. Mikey wriggled backwards until he felt Ray's chest against his back. He jumped when Ray's arm snaked over him. "Y'know, if you wanted to cuddle, you could've just asked," Ray mumbled.

Mikey grinned, knowing that Ray wouldn't be able to see him in the darkness. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around Ray's hand as it rested against his chest. He gave a contented sigh and was soon able to drift off.

-

Mikey let his eyes wander around Ray's bedroom until they landed on something. It was an object that Mikey had noticed a few times, but it had never been discussed in detail. "I've never heard you play," he said suddenly.

Ray looked over from his laptop. "Huh?"

Mikey sat up from the pillows and pointed to the guitar. "You've never played for me!"

"Oh, yeah. I guess I haven't."

After a few moments of silence, Mikey asked, "Well are you gonna?"

Ray laughed. "Do you want me to?"

"Yeah!"

Ray sighed. He stood up from his desk, picking up his guitar and carrying it to the bed. He sat down and looked at Mikey. "Any requests?"

Mikey thought for a moment. "No," he said. "Just play your favorite."

Ray bobbed his head. He began to strum out a few notes on the guitar. As they came together, they created beautiful, fluid music. Mikey likened the sound to honey.

As he listened, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He tugged it out and, inexplicably, was somewhat shocked when he saw a message from Pete.

P: heyyyyyyy i miss u, can i see u??? <3

Mikey looked back up at Ray. He was still playing, but he had started to sing along to the music as well. It wasn't a song Mikey recognized, but he didn't care. It was gorgeous, and he was soaking in every second of it. He found himself feeling something he hadn't felt in ages, perhaps ever, but he couldn't quite place what it was. He looked back down to reply to the text.

M: can't, sorry, locked in tonight :P

P: aw damn, well let me know okay??

M: k

Mikey tossed his phone to the side and let Ray mesmerize him once more. When he finished playing, he looked up at Mikey. "Are you happy now?" he asked, smiling.

"I am." Mikey leaned forward and kissed Ray.

"Y'know, I feel like we've been cooped up in here a lot," Ray said as he leaned the guitar against the bed. "Do you wanna go out before you go home? We can do whatever you want."

"Okay. Oh, we should see that new horror movie!"

"Yeah, we can do that."

Mikey hopped up off the bed and began rooting through his clothes for his wallet. When he was unable to find it, he swore.