Blindfoldedincest!fic
Title: Strangers in the night (or not at all).
PAIRING: Gerard/Mikey
RATING: pg-13
SUMMARY: Frank to the rescue, hopefully.
DISCLAIMER: Not real, never happened.
WARNING?: Waycest
Frank doesn't take the elevator, wants the few extra minutes to mull over what happened. He doesn't have a room at the hotel they're staying at, but he thinks maybe it might be smart to get one. Just in case. Driving the few miles to his home just to be called back because like he told the brothers, "if you need anything, call me," wouldn't be too fun. And it's late, Jamia's staying with her mom and has the dogs with her so nobody's home to miss him anyway. On the plus side, someone else will be making his breakfast in the morning. After taking a few minutes to have a cigarette, he heads back inside.
Just about to ask for a suite, Frank can't help the feeling that even though they'd wanted to be alone, he shouldn't have left them. So back he goes, taking the easier option this time, and when he steps into the hall, Mikey's still on the floor. Still has his knees shoved up to his chest. He's not crying anymore though, has his sidekick in his hand. When Frank sits down next to him, Mikey doesn't look at him, just sits staring at the screen with his finger hovering over the buttons.
He's typed out a text to Alicia, something about being sorry and loving her lots but... Frank can't see the rest before Mikey's clutching it tight in his palm, shutting it off and pulling off his glasses to rub at his eyes. "This is fucking stupid," Frank says, standing up and holding out a hand to help Mikey up with him. It's accepted, slowly, and Mikey doesn't protest when Frank starts walking him back down to Gerard's room.
He still has the keycard in his pocket from when he went to get Mikey, so he uses it to open the door and walks in quietly. Mikey's cautious to follow, and Frank all but drags him in and pushes him into the bathroom, marching him right past Gerard and telling him to go splash some water on his face or something. Gerard's still laying on the bed, still covered with the blanket, still holding the video camera, and still crying. Only just, but Frank can see the muscles in his shoulders tensiog.
"Why'd you bring him back?" Gerard asks quietly, his eyes downcast.
"You two need to talk or something." Frank sits down next to him, brushes the hair from his eyes. "I mean... Gee? You're still crying. Fuck. You need to fix this."
"Can't," he replies. "Can't fix it. Not now." He runs a finger over his wedding ring with an audible sigh. "I think I knew it would be like this."
"Then why'd you do it?"
Mikey's voice is the one that answers, coming out of the bathroom a little more fresh-faced and visibly calmer. "Had to," is all he says, like it explains everything. And maybe it does, Frank thinks. He doesn't say anything else, just starts gathering up Gerard's clothes from the floor and crawls up onto Gerard's other side, makes him sit up-unwillingly-and pushes a t-shirt over his head. Gerard manages to get his arms in and Mikey smoothes it down his sides for him, wiping the wet from Gerard's cheeks. "I wanted it more, he did it for me, didn't you, Gee? I think he needed it more than me though," he says thoughtfully. "I knew what I felt a long time ago... Gee?"
Gerard looks at him, shakes himself out like a dog, shakes away the urge to cry and just hugs Mikey tight. "I'm sorry," he says into Mikey's neck. "This. It was my stupid idea."
Mikey frowns at Frank, who's just sitting there wondering if they still need him. "Don't be sorry, you're still my big brother," he says, planting a kiss on top of Gerard's head and pulling him away, sitting him up straight. "I wanted it too, remember? I... still do," he says quietly, carefully.
Gerard looks at him with concern, shakes his head. "You can't. You're... I'm. We're both-"
Frank shouts excitedly, "married!" like it's competition answer. Both brothers glare at him. "Sorry. I'm gonna go. Gonna get a room, so I'll be around if-"
"Stay," Mikey says quickly, looking towards Gerard for a moment. "It'll be better if we're not alone, right? That be easier for you?" Gerard nods slightly and Mikey curls a hand around his neck, brings him closer and touches their foreheads together. Gerard smiles a bit and Frank gets up, walking to the other bed to stretch out on. It was never gonna take much to convince him; Frank would do pretty much anything for the easy life, and staying with them was definitely easier than heading back downstairs.
They'd joined him on the bed at some point, one brother either side of Frank, Mikey's arm stretched over his waist and his fingers clinging to Gerard's when he wakes up. Carefully he slips out from between them and takes his cigarettes out onto the balcony. Frank's looking over the edge, flicking his ash at odd angles to see if he can get any into the swimming pool, when a hand lands on the small of his back and he drops his cigarette entirely.
"Oops, sorry," Mikey says, following the red glow with his eyes as it lands on the stone next to the pool. "Bad habit, anyway. You should quit."
"Tried. Don't work," Frank shrugs, then smirks. "Another time. Maybe," he lights another and relaxes back onto the green lounger. Mikey continues to stare over the city. Frank kicks at his ankle, "he sleeping?"
"Hmmm?" Mikey looks back over his shoulder. "Yeah. Sleeping."
"Come on," Frank pats at his knees. "Sit with uncle Frankie and tell him what's wrong."
Mikey swats his knees but sits down on his lap anyway. "Don't talk about yourself like you're not here. It's creepy. Like Santa."
"Santa's creepy?" Frank laughs, pulling Mikey back to relax against him.
"Old guy with glasses and a beard, can't see his face properly. Wants little kids to sit on his lap and tell him what they want. Supposedly creeps into you home when you're sleeping... What about that doesn't sound creepy to you?"
Frank wants to laugh, but Mikey looks oddly serious without his glasses. Kind of squinty. "Yeah, okay. Point taken. So, what's wrong?"
"I'm just worried about him."
"Santa?"
"Gerard."
"Oh. Yeah. Why?"
Mikey sighs, trying to blow Frank's smoke away from him. Frank chucks his cigarette over the side of the balcony to join the other one. "I wanted to do this, like, for so long and. Gerard, he wasn't sure... Thought it'd fuck us up." Mikey turns his head to look at Frank, nudging his chin with his cheek. "You're not weirded out by this," he states.
Frank shrugs, nudges him back. "He licked your chest. On stage," he says, like that makes sense some how, explains why what they let him see, makes sense. "Besides, I sort of thought it was a joke when he asked me to come here. I stopped being phased by anything your brother does a long time ago."
Mikey humms thoughtfully and glances towards the sliding doors. "I love him you know. I shouldn't, I realize that but-"
"I never really had you pegged for 'normal', Mikey."
"Don't be a bitch. Normal is overrated. No, it's like," he pauses, waving a hand around, "I don't know. We have this... thing."
"A psychic connection?" Frank's taken to playing with Mikey's hair, sticking it up in awkward angles.
"No. Stop fucking with my hair! Maybe. Maybe it is, but not psychic. Just. Like, I love Alicia, of course I do. Don't know what I'd do without her, but. Me and Gerard-"
"Gerard and I," Frank corrects.
"What are you, my speech beta? Shut up," Mikey shoots him a look. A Way look, both brothers have it, and sometimes it's enough to scare Frank into silence for a while. This is one of those times. "Gerard and I," he says, and then huffs out an annoyed sounding breath. "You made me forget what I was saying."
"Sorry?" Frank pushes Mikey up by his shoulders and stretches his arms. Mikey's still sitting on Frank's knees, shoulders hunched forward dejectedly, so Frank sits up and huddles himself around Mikey, puts his arms around his shoulders and rests his chin on top of one of them. "You guys have been through a lot, y'know? Most brother's can't stand each other. I don't exactly think your mom would be proud, but. S'not like you're gonna run and tell the world."
"Did you and him ever? You know, he never said, but-"
"No," Frank says honestly. "Once. Could've. Would've been, I don't know, more? Maybe? Jamia would've kicked my ass though."
Mikey says, "Oh," softly, understandingly. "That's the thing. Like, Alicia would kick my ass for sure. Divorce me probably, and I don't wanna lose her but, I'd live. Y'know? That sounds awful, I know it does. But I think I could deal with losing absolutely anyone in the world-except Gee."
"Ouch, you really know how to make a guy feel special," Frank whined, faking the hurt in his voice and grinning when Mikey turned to him all apologetic.
Mikey laughed, pushing Frank's head away from him. "I'd miss you, too. Okay?"
Frank kissed his cheek quickly and pushed Mikey up off of him, "whatever, like I'm gonna believe you anyway."
Before Mikey could reply, they heard Gerard's voice, loud and half angry, half surprised, almost shouting in the relative silence of day-break. "Oh my God, Frank! What the fuck?"
Rushing inside, Gerard was sitting up on the bed. One of his hands was over his crotch, cheeks visibly flushed in the slight light flooding in. His other hand was holding the video camera. He looked up at them both, mouth open in a gasp. "You were jerkin' off the whole time?!"
Mikey looked at Frank, eyes wide and brows raised. "N-not the whole time!" he tried defending himself. "Wait, that's on there?"
Gerard turned the screen towards him, rewinding it to show Frank's hand moving fast over his cock before flicking shakily back up to the bed. "Yes. That's on there. You were breathing into the mic, too, asshole."
Mikey punches him hard in the arm, "jerk," before his eyes join Frank's gaze, falling on the sight of the obvious erection Gerard's got going on.
Gerard's almost screeching at the realisation of what they're looking at. "What?! God, what else am I meant to do with it?"
Frank doesn't know what to say, and Gerard turns the video off and sets it down on the floor next to the bed. When he sits up again Mikey's lowering himself down onto the bed, running his fingers through Gerard's hair and down his face to cup his cheek. "It's okay, right? It's okay," he whispers, leaning in close to press his mouth to his brother's.
Gerard nods his head gently and parts his lips. "Uh," Frank coughs, clears his throat. "I'm going to um, go have a-" Mikey waves him away without looking as Gerard's hand threads it's way through Mikey's hair and tugs him closer.
As Frank drags his cigarettes from the pocket of the hoodie he'd hastily shoved on, the last thing he hears as he heads back out to the balcony is Gerard's breathy, "love you."
PAIRING: Gerard/Mikey
RATING: pg-13
SUMMARY: Frank to the rescue, hopefully.
DISCLAIMER: Not real, never happened.
WARNING?: Waycest
Frank doesn't take the elevator, wants the few extra minutes to mull over what happened. He doesn't have a room at the hotel they're staying at, but he thinks maybe it might be smart to get one. Just in case. Driving the few miles to his home just to be called back because like he told the brothers, "if you need anything, call me," wouldn't be too fun. And it's late, Jamia's staying with her mom and has the dogs with her so nobody's home to miss him anyway. On the plus side, someone else will be making his breakfast in the morning. After taking a few minutes to have a cigarette, he heads back inside.
Just about to ask for a suite, Frank can't help the feeling that even though they'd wanted to be alone, he shouldn't have left them. So back he goes, taking the easier option this time, and when he steps into the hall, Mikey's still on the floor. Still has his knees shoved up to his chest. He's not crying anymore though, has his sidekick in his hand. When Frank sits down next to him, Mikey doesn't look at him, just sits staring at the screen with his finger hovering over the buttons.
He's typed out a text to Alicia, something about being sorry and loving her lots but... Frank can't see the rest before Mikey's clutching it tight in his palm, shutting it off and pulling off his glasses to rub at his eyes. "This is fucking stupid," Frank says, standing up and holding out a hand to help Mikey up with him. It's accepted, slowly, and Mikey doesn't protest when Frank starts walking him back down to Gerard's room.
He still has the keycard in his pocket from when he went to get Mikey, so he uses it to open the door and walks in quietly. Mikey's cautious to follow, and Frank all but drags him in and pushes him into the bathroom, marching him right past Gerard and telling him to go splash some water on his face or something. Gerard's still laying on the bed, still covered with the blanket, still holding the video camera, and still crying. Only just, but Frank can see the muscles in his shoulders tensiog.
"Why'd you bring him back?" Gerard asks quietly, his eyes downcast.
"You two need to talk or something." Frank sits down next to him, brushes the hair from his eyes. "I mean... Gee? You're still crying. Fuck. You need to fix this."
"Can't," he replies. "Can't fix it. Not now." He runs a finger over his wedding ring with an audible sigh. "I think I knew it would be like this."
"Then why'd you do it?"
Mikey's voice is the one that answers, coming out of the bathroom a little more fresh-faced and visibly calmer. "Had to," is all he says, like it explains everything. And maybe it does, Frank thinks. He doesn't say anything else, just starts gathering up Gerard's clothes from the floor and crawls up onto Gerard's other side, makes him sit up-unwillingly-and pushes a t-shirt over his head. Gerard manages to get his arms in and Mikey smoothes it down his sides for him, wiping the wet from Gerard's cheeks. "I wanted it more, he did it for me, didn't you, Gee? I think he needed it more than me though," he says thoughtfully. "I knew what I felt a long time ago... Gee?"
Gerard looks at him, shakes himself out like a dog, shakes away the urge to cry and just hugs Mikey tight. "I'm sorry," he says into Mikey's neck. "This. It was my stupid idea."
Mikey frowns at Frank, who's just sitting there wondering if they still need him. "Don't be sorry, you're still my big brother," he says, planting a kiss on top of Gerard's head and pulling him away, sitting him up straight. "I wanted it too, remember? I... still do," he says quietly, carefully.
Gerard looks at him with concern, shakes his head. "You can't. You're... I'm. We're both-"
Frank shouts excitedly, "married!" like it's competition answer. Both brothers glare at him. "Sorry. I'm gonna go. Gonna get a room, so I'll be around if-"
"Stay," Mikey says quickly, looking towards Gerard for a moment. "It'll be better if we're not alone, right? That be easier for you?" Gerard nods slightly and Mikey curls a hand around his neck, brings him closer and touches their foreheads together. Gerard smiles a bit and Frank gets up, walking to the other bed to stretch out on. It was never gonna take much to convince him; Frank would do pretty much anything for the easy life, and staying with them was definitely easier than heading back downstairs.
They'd joined him on the bed at some point, one brother either side of Frank, Mikey's arm stretched over his waist and his fingers clinging to Gerard's when he wakes up. Carefully he slips out from between them and takes his cigarettes out onto the balcony. Frank's looking over the edge, flicking his ash at odd angles to see if he can get any into the swimming pool, when a hand lands on the small of his back and he drops his cigarette entirely.
"Oops, sorry," Mikey says, following the red glow with his eyes as it lands on the stone next to the pool. "Bad habit, anyway. You should quit."
"Tried. Don't work," Frank shrugs, then smirks. "Another time. Maybe," he lights another and relaxes back onto the green lounger. Mikey continues to stare over the city. Frank kicks at his ankle, "he sleeping?"
"Hmmm?" Mikey looks back over his shoulder. "Yeah. Sleeping."
"Come on," Frank pats at his knees. "Sit with uncle Frankie and tell him what's wrong."
Mikey swats his knees but sits down on his lap anyway. "Don't talk about yourself like you're not here. It's creepy. Like Santa."
"Santa's creepy?" Frank laughs, pulling Mikey back to relax against him.
"Old guy with glasses and a beard, can't see his face properly. Wants little kids to sit on his lap and tell him what they want. Supposedly creeps into you home when you're sleeping... What about that doesn't sound creepy to you?"
Frank wants to laugh, but Mikey looks oddly serious without his glasses. Kind of squinty. "Yeah, okay. Point taken. So, what's wrong?"
"I'm just worried about him."
"Santa?"
"Gerard."
"Oh. Yeah. Why?"
Mikey sighs, trying to blow Frank's smoke away from him. Frank chucks his cigarette over the side of the balcony to join the other one. "I wanted to do this, like, for so long and. Gerard, he wasn't sure... Thought it'd fuck us up." Mikey turns his head to look at Frank, nudging his chin with his cheek. "You're not weirded out by this," he states.
Frank shrugs, nudges him back. "He licked your chest. On stage," he says, like that makes sense some how, explains why what they let him see, makes sense. "Besides, I sort of thought it was a joke when he asked me to come here. I stopped being phased by anything your brother does a long time ago."
Mikey humms thoughtfully and glances towards the sliding doors. "I love him you know. I shouldn't, I realize that but-"
"I never really had you pegged for 'normal', Mikey."
"Don't be a bitch. Normal is overrated. No, it's like," he pauses, waving a hand around, "I don't know. We have this... thing."
"A psychic connection?" Frank's taken to playing with Mikey's hair, sticking it up in awkward angles.
"No. Stop fucking with my hair! Maybe. Maybe it is, but not psychic. Just. Like, I love Alicia, of course I do. Don't know what I'd do without her, but. Me and Gerard-"
"Gerard and I," Frank corrects.
"What are you, my speech beta? Shut up," Mikey shoots him a look. A Way look, both brothers have it, and sometimes it's enough to scare Frank into silence for a while. This is one of those times. "Gerard and I," he says, and then huffs out an annoyed sounding breath. "You made me forget what I was saying."
"Sorry?" Frank pushes Mikey up by his shoulders and stretches his arms. Mikey's still sitting on Frank's knees, shoulders hunched forward dejectedly, so Frank sits up and huddles himself around Mikey, puts his arms around his shoulders and rests his chin on top of one of them. "You guys have been through a lot, y'know? Most brother's can't stand each other. I don't exactly think your mom would be proud, but. S'not like you're gonna run and tell the world."
"Did you and him ever? You know, he never said, but-"
"No," Frank says honestly. "Once. Could've. Would've been, I don't know, more? Maybe? Jamia would've kicked my ass though."
Mikey says, "Oh," softly, understandingly. "That's the thing. Like, Alicia would kick my ass for sure. Divorce me probably, and I don't wanna lose her but, I'd live. Y'know? That sounds awful, I know it does. But I think I could deal with losing absolutely anyone in the world-except Gee."
"Ouch, you really know how to make a guy feel special," Frank whined, faking the hurt in his voice and grinning when Mikey turned to him all apologetic.
Mikey laughed, pushing Frank's head away from him. "I'd miss you, too. Okay?"
Frank kissed his cheek quickly and pushed Mikey up off of him, "whatever, like I'm gonna believe you anyway."
Before Mikey could reply, they heard Gerard's voice, loud and half angry, half surprised, almost shouting in the relative silence of day-break. "Oh my God, Frank! What the fuck?"
Rushing inside, Gerard was sitting up on the bed. One of his hands was over his crotch, cheeks visibly flushed in the slight light flooding in. His other hand was holding the video camera. He looked up at them both, mouth open in a gasp. "You were jerkin' off the whole time?!"
Mikey looked at Frank, eyes wide and brows raised. "N-not the whole time!" he tried defending himself. "Wait, that's on there?"
Gerard turned the screen towards him, rewinding it to show Frank's hand moving fast over his cock before flicking shakily back up to the bed. "Yes. That's on there. You were breathing into the mic, too, asshole."
Mikey punches him hard in the arm, "jerk," before his eyes join Frank's gaze, falling on the sight of the obvious erection Gerard's got going on.
Gerard's almost screeching at the realisation of what they're looking at. "What?! God, what else am I meant to do with it?"
Frank doesn't know what to say, and Gerard turns the video off and sets it down on the floor next to the bed. When he sits up again Mikey's lowering himself down onto the bed, running his fingers through Gerard's hair and down his face to cup his cheek. "It's okay, right? It's okay," he whispers, leaning in close to press his mouth to his brother's.
Gerard nods his head gently and parts his lips. "Uh," Frank coughs, clears his throat. "I'm going to um, go have a-" Mikey waves him away without looking as Gerard's hand threads it's way through Mikey's hair and tugs him closer.
As Frank drags his cigarettes from the pocket of the hoodie he'd hastily shoved on, the last thing he hears as he heads back out to the balcony is Gerard's breathy, "love you."