Who Do You Think You Are? (Frerard)

The Warmth Of Another

As soon an I get to my front door, I stop to catch my breath. I go into my house, place my coat on the hanger and trudge upstairs.

Who was that in the alley? Was it Gerard? It couldn't have been Gerard, why would it be him? What was going on?

Thoughts plagued my mind. As I go into my room, I hear Mikey playing some scales on his bass, he smiles at me and continues playing. I grab some pajamas and head for the bathroom.

In the hallway a loud 'thunk' shook me from my thoughts. I look to where the sound came from, the spare bedroom, to see Gerard climbing through the bedroom window. And he's got blood on him, splattered on his white shirt, faded by the rain.

"Gerard?" I say, concerned. He looks up to me mid-movement and falls onto the bed below the windowsill. As soon as I step toward the room Gerard jumps up and races to shut the door, a loud slam echoing through the house.

I knock lightly. "Gerard?" I call through, no response. After trying again I decide to leave it and continue to the bathroom, showering, dressing into my pajamas and tiptoeing around a sleeping Mikey to get into bed, unknowing of a restless sleep ahead.

The thoughts of what might have happened with Gerard filled mind and refused to allow sleep. I eventually fell into a dreamless sleep around 4 am to the sound of the bustling city outside.

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I woke up the next morning to the sight of a shirtless Mikey. Oh. I hadn't really payed attention to him like this before. The sight of him makes my stomach go funny. He's actually very attractive. I allow myself to watch him pick up his bass and play unamplified.

The muscles in his arm and shoulder twitch and move beneath his milky skin makes me feel warm inside.

It's Saturday so that means I get to stay in bed as long as I want.

I begin to daydream for a couple of minutes and when I look back over he's in his underwear, in the middle of getting dressed. The sight makes my blood rush.

He turns around to face me and I quickly roll over to hide my face, probably red from embarrassment.

"Frank?" Mikey squeaks, I ignore him and pretend to be asleep. He calls again, but I still don't answer.

Suddenly, my duvet shifts and is pulled from me. I feel the softess of skin and the warmth of a body curl up behind me, an arm snakes around my torso and softly strokes my stomach lightly.

"Mikey?" I whisper. He replies with an apology. "It's okay," I whisper, "You're warm."

We stay like that for a long time, keeping eachother warm. Until Mikey leans up on his elbow and kisses the space behind my ear, it tickles so I giggle. He giggles back and kisses again, and again. Eventually I feel him start to suck lightly on my neck, pulling a sound from my lungs which Mikey returned.

At that moment, the door swings open with a quiet creak and a small gasp comes from that direction. Mikey scrambles off me and rushes out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall. I turn over to see who it was. Gerard.

He looked really shocked. He also no longer had blood on him, which was a good thing. I mumble something about being tired and going back to sleep. I roll over and shut my eyes, hoping Mikey might come back and cuddle me again.

A couple of minuets later, Gerard leaves and shuts the door. I don't know why he was stood there for so long, and quite frankly, I don't care.

I fall back to sleep, no longer plagued by thoughts of the alley or the blood on Gerard.