Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Frerard)

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hello everyone

here we meet again to check in on our favorite ship
it has sailed a long time ago so lets see if its still floating

enjoy 

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I was woken up by the light shining through the blinds, birds were chirping and the air smelled fresh. I felt great and slowly sat up in my bed. I looked at the body next to me and sighed running my hands through my hair. He was beautiful and god was he great in bed yet I still felt bad. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have answered his text last night and I shouldn't have let him come over. But here we were.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I washed my face and looked in the mirror. I would have never guessed that I would end up like this. I pinched the bridge of my nose and went to the kitchen to have a drink of water. I was parched and I was starving. Last night was exhausting, to say the least, and it took my last bits of energy. I wasn't used to that anymore.

"Morning." Mikey greeted me. Oh, shit. I hope he isn't mad.

"Hey, Mikes." I smiled at him from behind my cup.

"What a night huh?" He stated and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Uh, yeah, sorry."

"Oh no, don't be. I'm glad you finally brought him home." He chuckled. "You've been texting for weeks."

I was a dead man if he found out who was in my bedroom right now. I gulped and smiled a little hoping he will go back to his room before the boy, or should I say man, woke up. I couldn't risk them meeting in this apartment before I sorted this shit out.

"Anyway, I'll be in my room if you need me. I've got some work to do." Mikey told me and I almost relaxed but then the worst happened.

My bedroom door opened and tiptoeing out, already dressed was none other than my secret visitor. Not so secret now, apparently. I cursed him for waking up so early and I cursed Mikey for not leaving earlier, but really I could only be mad at myself. I shouldn't have let that happen.

Mikey looked over before I could do anything and before my (hopefully) one-night stand could notice him. My heart started beating faster than ever and when Mikey looked back at me with a blank expression I knew I was in some deep shit.

"Mikey, I can explain." I told him.

"I think there's nothing to explain." He spat at me and with a disgusted look on his face walked to his room.

"Mikey!" I called after him but I knew better than to poke the beehive.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't know he was here."

"That's okay. I'll talk to him later." I sighed and looked at him.

"I'm really sorry." He said and I knew it wasn't just about Mikey.

A few moments of silence passed and if we stared at each other for a bit longer I knew we would end up just where we started last night. I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact to put my cup in the sink.

"I should go. I caused enough trouble as it is."

"Okay." I just nodded and walked him to the door.

"Bye." He smiled at me.

"Bye."

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