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I wrote fic for patchworkwounds's love meme thing! I finished these at 2:30AM and 4AM respecitively, mind you. Hope you enjoy them? :D
Mikeyway/Bandom:
It isn’t like Mikey set out to be the tour slut or anything. He just sleeps with a lot of dudes who happen to play in bands. Bands that just happen to be on the same tour as My Chemical Romance. He didn’t say to himself, I’m going to sleep with every other guy on this tour. It just happened.
Gerard is quite oblivious considering the fact that he sleeps in the bunk across from Mikey. He does start getting suspicious when Mikey shows up with Pete Wentz and a few not so discreet hickeys one morning before they’re about to go on stage. Gerard throws Mikey a somewhat confused look, but Mikey just gives him a tiny smile and pushes his beanie further down his head and over his ears before picking up his bass and walking toward the stage. He a lot more concerned when Mikey slips out of a closet a minute after Brendon and Ryan come out of the same closet, tugging his shirt down his chest and smoothing down his hair. Mikey just walks past him, either not noticing his worried look or just ignoring him, and in the opposite direction of where Brendon and Ryan were headed. By the time Frank stumbles out of Mikey’s bunk, shirt inside out and jeans undone, wiping his mouth, Gerard figures he should talk to Mikey.
Gerard starts by sitting in front of Mikey while Mikey’s eating a banana and watching Ray and Frank play Resident Evil and declaring, “I am concerned about your well-being, Mikey Way.”
Mikey doesn’t even look at him; he twists his body so that he can continue watching the game. Gerard lets out a huff of annoyance and says, “I am serious. I do not approve of your promiscuity.”
Frank suddenly stands up, mumbles something, even Ray, who’s sitting right next to him, can’t hear, and leaves the bus. Ray stares at the door for moment before shrugging to himself and shutting off the game and going into the bunk area.
Mikey stares boringly at Gerard. “I’m not a teenager, dude. I can sleep with whoever I want.”
Gerard glares at him, like he’s angry, but just lets out a sigh after a moment, because he really can’t be mad at Mikey just because he’s having a lot of sex. Like really, a whole lot of sex. “I know. But I feel like I should say or do something to protect you. Or something. You’re my little brother after all. ”
Mikey just rolls his eyes. “Psh. I lost my virginity before you did. And in the next room.”
“What?”
“Remember that Christmas you came home from your first year of college? Bill was there cause he had no where else to go?”
“Yeah, he was such a shy kid-” Gerard makes a face. “Seriously?”
“We were kind of drunk. He‘s not so shy when he‘s drunk.”
“Oh, so that’s where my vodka went.” Gerard looks thoughtful for a second before he remembers what they were originally talking about. “Wait, wait. Okay. You. Stop it. You should stop it.”
Mikey rolls his eyes again and stands up. “I’m going out.”
“But, wait-” Mikey’s already out the door. Gerard thinks back to the old days when Mikey used to listen to him and sighs.
Gerard runs into Mikey a few hours later, an hour before their set started. Mikey’s lips are smeared with lipstick and there’s some on his glasses as well. Gerard looks at him in confusion and points at him.
“But I thought you only…liked guys,” Gerard trails off weakly.
Mikey nods and says, “I do. Gabe is one kinky motherfucker.”
He pushes past Gerard, but not before swiping a finger across the red of his lip and smearing it across Gerard’s cheek. “See you in an hour.”
Mikey Way/Brian Schechter:
Brian travels from Chicago to New Jersey to see My Chemical Romance live. He’d gotten their tape from a friend he was learning to play the piano from--Brian figures it might be useful in the future, maybe, and there’s free pot--who’d gone to New Jersey to visit his uncle or something. He plays the demo on the way home, and likes the music. Really likes it. It sounds gritty and raw, like the band’s singing and playing with their hearts exposed. Going to New Jersey might seem like a long way to go, but Brian got a gut feeling and he always follows his gut feeling, no matter where they take him.
Brian fucking love My Chemical Romance. The lead singer rambles about saving lives and believing in yourself and Brian’s hung on every word even he suspects most of what he‘s saying is because the singer’s drunk and trying to calm his nerves in front of the huge crowd. The first guy Brian meets from My Chemical Romance is Mikey Way. He doesn’t even know he’s a member of My Chemical Romance when he meets Mikey. Brian goes backstage to meet the members of the band, but doesn‘t see anyone from the band. He bumps into a kid with ridiculous glasses and even more ridiculous hair and asks him if he knew where My Chemical Romance was at the moment, figuring that he might know. The kid’s eyes widen slightly and his eyebrow move up his forehead a little, before he asks, “You like My Chemical Romance?”
Brian smiles warmly. “Yeah. Fucking love them.”
The kid smiles, white teeth and all, and Brian thinks he has a really nice smile. “That’s awesome.”
“I was hoping to catch them before they left…” Brian trails off, looking around as if they might suddenly appear.
“Yeah, The band’s packing up the equipment right now, you want me to show you where they are?”
Brian nods and grins, “That’d be great, thank you.”
The kid gives him this really friendly, winsome look, like he should be thanking him or something and Brian supposes his hair doesn’t look that ridiculous, no, if anything, sort of enticing on the boy.
“Follow me.” The kid’s already turned around and is heading toward a narrow hallway to his right. Brian asks about the kid’s favorite bands in hopes of getting a good conversation out of him and they manage to do so as they walk through what feels like a laze of corridors and hidden doors. Brian figures he should at least know the kid’s name--he really can’t keep calling him the kid, he doesn’t even look much younger than him--and he turns to face him and ask when the kid twists a hand in hand in his shirt and pulls him through a doorway he hadn’t even seen before.
“Whoa, what-” Brian’s cut off by Mikey’s lips on his and he’s fine with not talking and doing this instead, yeah.
“Sorry,” the kid mumbles into Brian’s neck, once they pull apart, “You’re kinda hot and I couldn’t really wait.”
“I don’t…I don’t even know your name,” Brian finishes weakly.
“Mikey,” he says before kissing him again.
Mikey. Okay, hi, Mikey. Nice to meet you. You’re a good kisser. Brian stops thinking, because thinking is silly.
“You want me to-”Mikey doesn’t even finish his sentence, just sticks his hand down Brian’s pants. Wow, okay. Sure, go ahead. But common sense wanders into his brain and tell him that it’s gonna be a bitch to clean up and he lets out a sigh of frustration. This is what happens when you think.
Brian takes Mikey’s hand out of his pants, mumbling, “Wait, wait, sorry, I can’t. Not now. Remember that band? Yeah.”
Mikey looks almost disappointed, but shrugs. “Alright.”
They stumble out of the room, Brian almost knocking over a couple brooms on his way out. They only have to walk for about a minute--which Brian spends smoothing down his hair and praying he looks presentable--before they reach a backdoor and they’re let out into cold air.
“Hey, Gerard,” Mikey call out. A guy--Brian recognizes him as the singer of My Chemical Romance--looks up from staring at the tip of his cigarette burn.
“Hey, Mikey, where’d you go?” Gerard pushes off the side of the van he was leaning on and walks towards them.
“I had to talk to Bill for a sec. And I ran into this guy. Wanted to talk to you about something.” Mikey replied, nodding his head toward Brian.
“Yeah, I just wanted to say that I loved your band’s set. It was amazing, dude.”
Gerard smiles, wide and bright. “Aw man, thanks. I’m glad you liked it. Oh hey, you want me to introduce the rest of the band?”
Brian nods, “Sure.”
“You’ve already met Mikey, our bassist…” Brian kind of tunes Gerard’s voice out after that and turns to Mikey, mouth open and eyes confused. Brian hadn‘t even noticed the kid--Mikey--on stage. Oh wow, I already wants to fuck a member of the band I want to manage. Fucking great. Mikey gives him a crooked smile.
“Was there something you wanted?” Gerard’s question gets Brian’s attention back.
Well isn’t this gonna be a rollercoaster ride… “Yeah, I wanted to ask you guys something…”
I'm gonna post once more with that Gerard/Mikey/Gabe porn fic, finally, so I apologize in advance for posting twice in one day again. I have the week off, what else can I do? Ignoring the fact that I still haven't done any of my schoolwork or studied for any of the three tests this coming Monday, of course.
Mikeyway/Bandom:
It isn’t like Mikey set out to be the tour slut or anything. He just sleeps with a lot of dudes who happen to play in bands. Bands that just happen to be on the same tour as My Chemical Romance. He didn’t say to himself, I’m going to sleep with every other guy on this tour. It just happened.
Gerard is quite oblivious considering the fact that he sleeps in the bunk across from Mikey. He does start getting suspicious when Mikey shows up with Pete Wentz and a few not so discreet hickeys one morning before they’re about to go on stage. Gerard throws Mikey a somewhat confused look, but Mikey just gives him a tiny smile and pushes his beanie further down his head and over his ears before picking up his bass and walking toward the stage. He a lot more concerned when Mikey slips out of a closet a minute after Brendon and Ryan come out of the same closet, tugging his shirt down his chest and smoothing down his hair. Mikey just walks past him, either not noticing his worried look or just ignoring him, and in the opposite direction of where Brendon and Ryan were headed. By the time Frank stumbles out of Mikey’s bunk, shirt inside out and jeans undone, wiping his mouth, Gerard figures he should talk to Mikey.
Gerard starts by sitting in front of Mikey while Mikey’s eating a banana and watching Ray and Frank play Resident Evil and declaring, “I am concerned about your well-being, Mikey Way.”
Mikey doesn’t even look at him; he twists his body so that he can continue watching the game. Gerard lets out a huff of annoyance and says, “I am serious. I do not approve of your promiscuity.”
Frank suddenly stands up, mumbles something, even Ray, who’s sitting right next to him, can’t hear, and leaves the bus. Ray stares at the door for moment before shrugging to himself and shutting off the game and going into the bunk area.
Mikey stares boringly at Gerard. “I’m not a teenager, dude. I can sleep with whoever I want.”
Gerard glares at him, like he’s angry, but just lets out a sigh after a moment, because he really can’t be mad at Mikey just because he’s having a lot of sex. Like really, a whole lot of sex. “I know. But I feel like I should say or do something to protect you. Or something. You’re my little brother after all. ”
Mikey just rolls his eyes. “Psh. I lost my virginity before you did. And in the next room.”
“What?”
“Remember that Christmas you came home from your first year of college? Bill was there cause he had no where else to go?”
“Yeah, he was such a shy kid-” Gerard makes a face. “Seriously?”
“We were kind of drunk. He‘s not so shy when he‘s drunk.”
“Oh, so that’s where my vodka went.” Gerard looks thoughtful for a second before he remembers what they were originally talking about. “Wait, wait. Okay. You. Stop it. You should stop it.”
Mikey rolls his eyes again and stands up. “I’m going out.”
“But, wait-” Mikey’s already out the door. Gerard thinks back to the old days when Mikey used to listen to him and sighs.
Gerard runs into Mikey a few hours later, an hour before their set started. Mikey’s lips are smeared with lipstick and there’s some on his glasses as well. Gerard looks at him in confusion and points at him.
“But I thought you only…liked guys,” Gerard trails off weakly.
Mikey nods and says, “I do. Gabe is one kinky motherfucker.”
He pushes past Gerard, but not before swiping a finger across the red of his lip and smearing it across Gerard’s cheek. “See you in an hour.”
Mikey Way/Brian Schechter:
Brian travels from Chicago to New Jersey to see My Chemical Romance live. He’d gotten their tape from a friend he was learning to play the piano from--Brian figures it might be useful in the future, maybe, and there’s free pot--who’d gone to New Jersey to visit his uncle or something. He plays the demo on the way home, and likes the music. Really likes it. It sounds gritty and raw, like the band’s singing and playing with their hearts exposed. Going to New Jersey might seem like a long way to go, but Brian got a gut feeling and he always follows his gut feeling, no matter where they take him.
Brian fucking love My Chemical Romance. The lead singer rambles about saving lives and believing in yourself and Brian’s hung on every word even he suspects most of what he‘s saying is because the singer’s drunk and trying to calm his nerves in front of the huge crowd. The first guy Brian meets from My Chemical Romance is Mikey Way. He doesn’t even know he’s a member of My Chemical Romance when he meets Mikey. Brian goes backstage to meet the members of the band, but doesn‘t see anyone from the band. He bumps into a kid with ridiculous glasses and even more ridiculous hair and asks him if he knew where My Chemical Romance was at the moment, figuring that he might know. The kid’s eyes widen slightly and his eyebrow move up his forehead a little, before he asks, “You like My Chemical Romance?”
Brian smiles warmly. “Yeah. Fucking love them.”
The kid smiles, white teeth and all, and Brian thinks he has a really nice smile. “That’s awesome.”
“I was hoping to catch them before they left…” Brian trails off, looking around as if they might suddenly appear.
“Yeah, The band’s packing up the equipment right now, you want me to show you where they are?”
Brian nods and grins, “That’d be great, thank you.”
The kid gives him this really friendly, winsome look, like he should be thanking him or something and Brian supposes his hair doesn’t look that ridiculous, no, if anything, sort of enticing on the boy.
“Follow me.” The kid’s already turned around and is heading toward a narrow hallway to his right. Brian asks about the kid’s favorite bands in hopes of getting a good conversation out of him and they manage to do so as they walk through what feels like a laze of corridors and hidden doors. Brian figures he should at least know the kid’s name--he really can’t keep calling him the kid, he doesn’t even look much younger than him--and he turns to face him and ask when the kid twists a hand in hand in his shirt and pulls him through a doorway he hadn’t even seen before.
“Whoa, what-” Brian’s cut off by Mikey’s lips on his and he’s fine with not talking and doing this instead, yeah.
“Sorry,” the kid mumbles into Brian’s neck, once they pull apart, “You’re kinda hot and I couldn’t really wait.”
“I don’t…I don’t even know your name,” Brian finishes weakly.
“Mikey,” he says before kissing him again.
Mikey. Okay, hi, Mikey. Nice to meet you. You’re a good kisser. Brian stops thinking, because thinking is silly.
“You want me to-”Mikey doesn’t even finish his sentence, just sticks his hand down Brian’s pants. Wow, okay. Sure, go ahead. But common sense wanders into his brain and tell him that it’s gonna be a bitch to clean up and he lets out a sigh of frustration. This is what happens when you think.
Brian takes Mikey’s hand out of his pants, mumbling, “Wait, wait, sorry, I can’t. Not now. Remember that band? Yeah.”
Mikey looks almost disappointed, but shrugs. “Alright.”
They stumble out of the room, Brian almost knocking over a couple brooms on his way out. They only have to walk for about a minute--which Brian spends smoothing down his hair and praying he looks presentable--before they reach a backdoor and they’re let out into cold air.
“Hey, Gerard,” Mikey call out. A guy--Brian recognizes him as the singer of My Chemical Romance--looks up from staring at the tip of his cigarette burn.
“Hey, Mikey, where’d you go?” Gerard pushes off the side of the van he was leaning on and walks towards them.
“I had to talk to Bill for a sec. And I ran into this guy. Wanted to talk to you about something.” Mikey replied, nodding his head toward Brian.
“Yeah, I just wanted to say that I loved your band’s set. It was amazing, dude.”
Gerard smiles, wide and bright. “Aw man, thanks. I’m glad you liked it. Oh hey, you want me to introduce the rest of the band?”
Brian nods, “Sure.”
“You’ve already met Mikey, our bassist…” Brian kind of tunes Gerard’s voice out after that and turns to Mikey, mouth open and eyes confused. Brian hadn‘t even noticed the kid--Mikey--on stage. Oh wow, I already wants to fuck a member of the band I want to manage. Fucking great. Mikey gives him a crooked smile.
“Was there something you wanted?” Gerard’s question gets Brian’s attention back.
Well isn’t this gonna be a rollercoaster ride… “Yeah, I wanted to ask you guys something…”
I'm gonna post once more with that Gerard/Mikey/Gabe porn fic, finally, so I apologize in advance for posting twice in one day again. I have the week off, what else can I do? Ignoring the fact that I still haven't done any of my schoolwork or studied for any of the three tests this coming Monday, of course.