My chemical romance fic
TITLE: And if you think that I'm wrong this never meant nothing to ya.
PAIRING: Mikey/Gerard.
RATING: Pg-13
SUMMARY: The coffee machine is broken. Mikey NEEDS coffee.
DISCLAIMER: Not real. Slightly screwed with time lines. Bob shouldn't be there, but he his coz it just feels like he always should've been.
It started in the cold. It'd been coming at them like a freight train that everyone else but them had seen for so long, that the only surprise to the rest of the band would be that it hadn't happened already.
Mikey pulled his collar up a little higher, his woolen beanie hat down a little lower, and wrapped his arms around himself a little tighter.
It was the kind of cold that makes your nose tingle when you accidentally breathe through it. It doesn't feel nice though, and Mikey wrinkled his nose up against it and watched the puffs of hot breath leave his mouth in smokey colored clouds. He wished it were snowing; that would justify it being so fucking cold. He also wished he weren't the one who volunteered to get coffees when the filter machine broke down.
Though, broke down wasn't quite accurate. Smashed? Yeah, smashed, because someone was waving a camera around while Bob was trying to play computer games and he took exception to his losing face being captured for posterity. So his pillow went flying through the air, missed the camera and knocked the filter machine into oblivion. Or seven to eight pieces they couldn't fit back together. Frank tried though, tongue playing with his lip ring as he concentrated. "Okay, I did it. All fixed," he'd said, proud like he'd just achieved some kind of miracle.
"Missed a piece?" Ray held up something that did indeed look like it came from the contraption.
"Shit!"
Which is why Mikey was currently cursing his need for coffee that didn't come out of a jar, and again cursing the fucking weather for being so fucking cold. And then he was back to snow. Why couldn't it just snow? He wouldn't mind it being so cold if it would just snow for a while.
"It's too cold to snow."
Mikey jumped as he heard the voice behind him, turning to see Gerard skip up next to him and link their arms together. "It has to be warmer for snow," he elaborated without prompting, and Mikey thought that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "It can't fall if it's frozen up there." Which, alright, kind of made sense.
"Why are you out? It's too cold. You should be on the bus." Mikey queried, but was still glad he wasn't alone anymore because at least his arm was warmer for having his brother's linked through it. Gerard shrugged and they kept walking to the late night diner they'd passed not far away. His way of apologizing for being the one wielding the camera, no doubt. Either way, Mikey didn't really care. He squeezed his arm closer to himself, and Gerard's with it until their sides brushed as they walked and there was more of him that was warmer.
By the time they got there Gerard had taken to laying his head against Mikey's shoulder, and in turn Mikey curled his half-gloved fingers around his brother's neck to keep him there. To keep his neck warm, he told himself, because Gerard wasn't wearing a scarf.
Mikey pushed the door open with his non-Gerard-occupied hip, and relaxed immediately at how warm it was inside. Perfectly toasty, though it wasn't until they got to the counter that they parted and Mikey ordered coffee for everyone; he had the money. Looking over at Gerard slumped into the plastic seat next to the wall, head leaning against it, Mikey sighed. He looked so tired. Exhausted even, but kinda happy in a weird way. Not quite too drunk... yet. Mikey loved spending time with his brother, but he was excited any time they got to talk or hang out when he was at least a little sober. Wasted Gerard was great, funny, life (or death, more appropriately) of the party. But (kind of) sober Gerard was real, and that's what he loved most. Especially since him falling over and throwing up had become worrying rather than just funny.
Bringing over their drinks, nicely slotted into a cardboard tray, Mikey took one out and put it into Gerard's hands, pressing his fingers against it to warm them up. He got a smile in return as they sat opposite each other.
"Thanks. Hey," he looked at the tray, "you got too many. Stocking up for later?"
"Just thought we could have one before we go back out into Siberia."
"Should've brought my flask," Gerard mused aloud, taking a small sip of drink and smacking his lips together as the liquid that was still too hot to drink properly stung his mouth. "Could've had a good old Irish coffee for the walk back."
"Gerard..."
"Mikey," he mocked. "Stop it."
"Stop what?" Mikey asked, though he was well aware of what Gerard meant. He averted his eyes to his own coffee, blowing on it in an attempt to cool it down.
"Stop trying to mother me. You're not mom."
"I know. Mom'd kick your ass if she'd seen you recently-"
"I'm supposed to be the one looking after you," he cut in.
You could if you'd stop fucking yourself up, Mikey thought, but knew better than to say it. He knew Gerard would hit the bottle, the pills, harder if he thought Mikey thought he was letting him down, even though he knew he was himself.
Mikey let it drop, slowly sipping his drink and savoring the way it burned his throat slightly. So warm. Gerard slid his hand over Mikey's, around his paper cup. He rubbed his thumb across Mikey's skin and they looked at each other in that way they conveyed what they wouldn't say out loud. "Sorry" and "I'm fine" flying silently through the air.
They finished their coffees in silence, Gerard's hand never leaving his brother's.
"Come on, we'd better get going," Gerard said half sadly on account of the cold and got up, edging around the table. Mikey stopped him before he could pick up the tray of drinks. "What?"
Unwrapping the scarf around his neck, Mikey wound it around Gerard's and tucked it into his jacket. "To keep your neck warm."
Gerard smiled appreciatively and picked up the tray, heading towards the door which Mikey opened for him. He buried his chin in the soft material as they stepped out into the cold, angling out his elbow for Mikey to push his arm through. As they walked briskly back to the bus and a lazy smile spread across Gerard's face, Mikey leant down and placed a kiss on his brother's temple. "We can look after each other, okay?"
Gerard hummed in reply and Mikey took it that no, he would not look after Gerard, but he wasn't going to say it this time.
They passed the rest of the walk with Gerard talking about the characters he was planning on for his comic. Mikey always loved hearing Gerard talking about his drawing because he was always so enthusiastic about it. It brought out the child-like quality in Gerard, reminding him of when they were small and felt invincible together. His grin indicating how pleased he was with his latest creations. Mikey would throw in a suggestion once in a while which Gerard would mull over and most times wouldn't use, but sometimes he'd secretly steal something Mikey had said in some forgotten conversation, just so that he could have something of Mikey involved in every one of his projects in some form or other
Mikey forgot how cold it was on that walk back, amply distracted by Gerard's genuine happiness, and only shuddering as they approached the bus because he thought about how damn warm it was gonna be inside.
Before opening the door and making their presence known to the others, Gerard set the tray onto the floor and when he stretched back up his face was nothing but sombre and sad. Mikey didn't have a chance to ask what was wrong, Gerard wrapped his arms around his neck and whispered. "I kind of like you looking out for me. It's hard to be the big brother sometimes."
Mikey wasn't sure if the words were for his benefit or if Gerard just needed to say them, but the moment's display of vulnerabitlity made him happy and sad at the same time and he held Gerard tighter, smiling against his hair.
Gerard leant up to lay a kiss at the corner of Mikey's mouth and Mikey tried his hardest to remind himself that, no, he shouldn't be thinking about moving his head an inch or so-that his brother needed him, but not like that . Gerard grinned, breaking his thoughts. "Let's get inside, I wanna carry on whith this guy I've been drawing all day. He collects the powers of dead super heroes."
"Sounds awesome," Mikey smiled genuinely and opened the door for them both.
As they all sat around with their coffees, watching a bootleg of one of their recent shows, Gerard sat behind Mikey who was on the floor and snaked his arms around his younger brother's neck. Mikey leant into it, feeling Gerard smile admiringly at his concentration while playing bass; the way his face kind of screwed up for a moment, or his tongue slipped through his lips.
Nobody but Mikey missed the blush on Gerard's cheeks and the drop of his head as the screen version of him stalked up to his brother and winked at him, cocking his hips suggestively in his direction.
It started in the cold and continued in the warmth. Now that they'd seen it from both sides, the other guys wondered how it hadn't happened sooner.
PAIRING: Mikey/Gerard.
RATING: Pg-13
SUMMARY: The coffee machine is broken. Mikey NEEDS coffee.
DISCLAIMER: Not real. Slightly screwed with time lines. Bob shouldn't be there, but he his coz it just feels like he always should've been.
It started in the cold. It'd been coming at them like a freight train that everyone else but them had seen for so long, that the only surprise to the rest of the band would be that it hadn't happened already.
Mikey pulled his collar up a little higher, his woolen beanie hat down a little lower, and wrapped his arms around himself a little tighter.
It was the kind of cold that makes your nose tingle when you accidentally breathe through it. It doesn't feel nice though, and Mikey wrinkled his nose up against it and watched the puffs of hot breath leave his mouth in smokey colored clouds. He wished it were snowing; that would justify it being so fucking cold. He also wished he weren't the one who volunteered to get coffees when the filter machine broke down.
Though, broke down wasn't quite accurate. Smashed? Yeah, smashed, because someone was waving a camera around while Bob was trying to play computer games and he took exception to his losing face being captured for posterity. So his pillow went flying through the air, missed the camera and knocked the filter machine into oblivion. Or seven to eight pieces they couldn't fit back together. Frank tried though, tongue playing with his lip ring as he concentrated. "Okay, I did it. All fixed," he'd said, proud like he'd just achieved some kind of miracle.
"Missed a piece?" Ray held up something that did indeed look like it came from the contraption.
"Shit!"
Which is why Mikey was currently cursing his need for coffee that didn't come out of a jar, and again cursing the fucking weather for being so fucking cold. And then he was back to snow. Why couldn't it just snow? He wouldn't mind it being so cold if it would just snow for a while.
"It's too cold to snow."
Mikey jumped as he heard the voice behind him, turning to see Gerard skip up next to him and link their arms together. "It has to be warmer for snow," he elaborated without prompting, and Mikey thought that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "It can't fall if it's frozen up there." Which, alright, kind of made sense.
"Why are you out? It's too cold. You should be on the bus." Mikey queried, but was still glad he wasn't alone anymore because at least his arm was warmer for having his brother's linked through it. Gerard shrugged and they kept walking to the late night diner they'd passed not far away. His way of apologizing for being the one wielding the camera, no doubt. Either way, Mikey didn't really care. He squeezed his arm closer to himself, and Gerard's with it until their sides brushed as they walked and there was more of him that was warmer.
By the time they got there Gerard had taken to laying his head against Mikey's shoulder, and in turn Mikey curled his half-gloved fingers around his brother's neck to keep him there. To keep his neck warm, he told himself, because Gerard wasn't wearing a scarf.
Mikey pushed the door open with his non-Gerard-occupied hip, and relaxed immediately at how warm it was inside. Perfectly toasty, though it wasn't until they got to the counter that they parted and Mikey ordered coffee for everyone; he had the money. Looking over at Gerard slumped into the plastic seat next to the wall, head leaning against it, Mikey sighed. He looked so tired. Exhausted even, but kinda happy in a weird way. Not quite too drunk... yet. Mikey loved spending time with his brother, but he was excited any time they got to talk or hang out when he was at least a little sober. Wasted Gerard was great, funny, life (or death, more appropriately) of the party. But (kind of) sober Gerard was real, and that's what he loved most. Especially since him falling over and throwing up had become worrying rather than just funny.
Bringing over their drinks, nicely slotted into a cardboard tray, Mikey took one out and put it into Gerard's hands, pressing his fingers against it to warm them up. He got a smile in return as they sat opposite each other.
"Thanks. Hey," he looked at the tray, "you got too many. Stocking up for later?"
"Just thought we could have one before we go back out into Siberia."
"Should've brought my flask," Gerard mused aloud, taking a small sip of drink and smacking his lips together as the liquid that was still too hot to drink properly stung his mouth. "Could've had a good old Irish coffee for the walk back."
"Gerard..."
"Mikey," he mocked. "Stop it."
"Stop what?" Mikey asked, though he was well aware of what Gerard meant. He averted his eyes to his own coffee, blowing on it in an attempt to cool it down.
"Stop trying to mother me. You're not mom."
"I know. Mom'd kick your ass if she'd seen you recently-"
"I'm supposed to be the one looking after you," he cut in.
You could if you'd stop fucking yourself up, Mikey thought, but knew better than to say it. He knew Gerard would hit the bottle, the pills, harder if he thought Mikey thought he was letting him down, even though he knew he was himself.
Mikey let it drop, slowly sipping his drink and savoring the way it burned his throat slightly. So warm. Gerard slid his hand over Mikey's, around his paper cup. He rubbed his thumb across Mikey's skin and they looked at each other in that way they conveyed what they wouldn't say out loud. "Sorry" and "I'm fine" flying silently through the air.
They finished their coffees in silence, Gerard's hand never leaving his brother's.
"Come on, we'd better get going," Gerard said half sadly on account of the cold and got up, edging around the table. Mikey stopped him before he could pick up the tray of drinks. "What?"
Unwrapping the scarf around his neck, Mikey wound it around Gerard's and tucked it into his jacket. "To keep your neck warm."
Gerard smiled appreciatively and picked up the tray, heading towards the door which Mikey opened for him. He buried his chin in the soft material as they stepped out into the cold, angling out his elbow for Mikey to push his arm through. As they walked briskly back to the bus and a lazy smile spread across Gerard's face, Mikey leant down and placed a kiss on his brother's temple. "We can look after each other, okay?"
Gerard hummed in reply and Mikey took it that no, he would not look after Gerard, but he wasn't going to say it this time.
They passed the rest of the walk with Gerard talking about the characters he was planning on for his comic. Mikey always loved hearing Gerard talking about his drawing because he was always so enthusiastic about it. It brought out the child-like quality in Gerard, reminding him of when they were small and felt invincible together. His grin indicating how pleased he was with his latest creations. Mikey would throw in a suggestion once in a while which Gerard would mull over and most times wouldn't use, but sometimes he'd secretly steal something Mikey had said in some forgotten conversation, just so that he could have something of Mikey involved in every one of his projects in some form or other
Mikey forgot how cold it was on that walk back, amply distracted by Gerard's genuine happiness, and only shuddering as they approached the bus because he thought about how damn warm it was gonna be inside.
Before opening the door and making their presence known to the others, Gerard set the tray onto the floor and when he stretched back up his face was nothing but sombre and sad. Mikey didn't have a chance to ask what was wrong, Gerard wrapped his arms around his neck and whispered. "I kind of like you looking out for me. It's hard to be the big brother sometimes."
Mikey wasn't sure if the words were for his benefit or if Gerard just needed to say them, but the moment's display of vulnerabitlity made him happy and sad at the same time and he held Gerard tighter, smiling against his hair.
Gerard leant up to lay a kiss at the corner of Mikey's mouth and Mikey tried his hardest to remind himself that, no, he shouldn't be thinking about moving his head an inch or so-that his brother needed him, but not like that . Gerard grinned, breaking his thoughts. "Let's get inside, I wanna carry on whith this guy I've been drawing all day. He collects the powers of dead super heroes."
"Sounds awesome," Mikey smiled genuinely and opened the door for them both.
As they all sat around with their coffees, watching a bootleg of one of their recent shows, Gerard sat behind Mikey who was on the floor and snaked his arms around his younger brother's neck. Mikey leant into it, feeling Gerard smile admiringly at his concentration while playing bass; the way his face kind of screwed up for a moment, or his tongue slipped through his lips.
Nobody but Mikey missed the blush on Gerard's cheeks and the drop of his head as the screen version of him stalked up to his brother and winked at him, cocking his hips suggestively in his direction.
It started in the cold and continued in the warmth. Now that they'd seen it from both sides, the other guys wondered how it hadn't happened sooner.