Mikey's 13th Cup [1/1]
Mikey's 13th Cup [1/1]
Author: tonimay
Pairing: Frank/Gerard + Mikey/coffee/Alicia
Rating: PG
Summary: Frank knocks Gerard off his feet, literally. How will Mikey cope with this new relationship in the making?
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Authors Note: I think I got a little bit silly towards the end, but it's fun... or at least I had fun writing it... I wrote this while tired and waiting for a class to start at Uni... Also, please note, there is a bit of swearing...
He stood on the edge of the mass of bodies moving as one. The smell of sweat hitting him as the music, like a battering ram, broke down his defenses.
He took a deep breath with a broad smile, intent on throwing himself into the crowd. A body collided with him as it was spun out from within. It pressed against him for a moment, still moving with the music and then, the balance broke and they both tumbled to the floor, breathing together, with the music and against it at the same time. He saw feet coming down towards the back of the smaller body and spun them quickly out of the way.
It so wasn’t safe lying on the floor on the edge of a mosh pit.
He looked down at the other man’s face as a flash of light from the stage broke through the crush of the crowd, still moving without them. Gerard knew that he was smaller, but never expected such a youthful face. A foot landed on his back and Gerard cried out, scrambling to his feet and pulling the other man with him.
That was going to hurt tomorrow, and the day after that.
And the day after that.
And the day after that too.
“You ok?” The other man was on his toes, body pressed firmly against him for balance, as if it was the most natural thing. As if they weren't complete strangers.
The kick drum was pounding against his heart and he felt naked. He nodded, pressing closer. He couldn’t feel his back and the vocals were reaching the climax.
The other man grinned, his eyes reflecting back the red and harsh yellow of the stage lights, smoke filtering across the crowd as the air conditioner turned on.
He was beautiful, his arm wrapped around Gerard, pulling him closer as someone materialized in the spot Gerard had just vacated. The arm was a piece of artwork, tattoos adorning it soft surface.
He longer to just run his fingers over it, tracing the movements of the lines as they danced, harshly and soft across their canvas.
Together they dance, in and out of the crowd, saving each other at the last moment from the pain of an elbow or kick to the head.
Eventually Gerard gets pulled out of this elaborate dance by an insistent hand on the back of his neck. His partner hands him a bottle of water by the bar and pulls him into the back corner of the club, away from the noise and moving bodies. “I’m Frank.” He still yells.
Gerard smiled back. “Gerard.”
Frank kissed him.
Gerard pushed him back into the wall. Frank pushed him back lightly. “Yours or mine?”
Gerard just took his hand and pulled.
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Frank groaned as his body clock forced his eyes open and his mind over active. There was a body wrapped around him and he thinks back with a smile, glad he hadn’t had more than a few drinks the night before.
Gerard was smiling softly and nuzzling into into the crook of his neck and Frank couldn’t help by coo. He extracted himself replacing his small body with the oversixed pillows littering the floor. He pulled his boxers on and let himself out into the kitchen.
There was a man sitting at the kitchen table with his back to Frank. “Hey, Gee, I don’t mind you bringing someone home, but I really prefer not to hear it.”
Frank blushed. “Sorry, not Gerard, and for you hearing all that too.”
The man turned face red, registering the new man in his kitchen and mouth falling open. “Frank?”
“Michael?
“You fucked my brother?”
“You have a brother? And I fucked him?”
Frank sunk into the seat across from Mikey.
“What do we do?”
“I don’t know.” The coffee machine beeped, indicating that it was ready.
“It’s not like it’ll happen again right?”
Frank scratched the back of his head, getting up to pour the coffee seeing as Mikey seemed unable to move. “That depends on your brother, I don’t want it to have been a one night stand.”
“But…”
“It’s not like I fucked you.”
“But he’s my brother. We shared a room until I was twelve.”
“And?” Frank raised an eyebrow. “You’re not him, he’s a lot hotter, not a stick and way more awesome.”
There was a crash and both turned to watch as a sleepy Gerard stumbled out of his bedroom. He saw Frank and his eyes lit up. “Frank!” He took in Mikey and the extra mug, evidently for him and his grin only grew. “Morning Mikey, I take it that you’ve met Frank.”
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Mikey took a long drink of his coffee, hoping that the magical beans would transform the past day into a very cheaply made horror movie that he could throw out and forget completely.
The last eight had failed.
“Third times a charm so the third times third time…”
“I don’t think it works like that Mikey.” Bob sighed, watching the caffine begin to work on his friend. He had never seen his college drink this much, and they were all extra strong.
“It’s not fair.”
Bob nodded and Mikey finished the cup and motioned to his pretty barista friend that he wanted another.
Bob sighed and looked at his watch, hoping that Ray would finish work early for once to save him.
And now he knew there was a crisis it would probably take him longer too.
Bob sighed again.
Twitchy Mikey was weird.
“No, it most definitely isn’t fair.”
Mikey looked back at him, smiling briefly, not realizing the double meaning over the buzz.
His eyes were too bright. “Damn right it isn’t fair, and fuck he was loud last night and then he was there this morning and next time I see him at work all I’ll be able to think is…” He shuddered, taking a deep breath. “But Gerard looked so happy that he was still there and he was just in his boxers. Boxers Bob! Boxers! Nothing more! Did you know he had tattoos? All over his body. Millions of them! He looked cool! And he had a lip ring in and then at work he’s all boring and shit and now I’ve seen cool Frank! I’m never going to be able to, you know, see him as my boss, our boss, he’ll forever be the guy that fucked Gee and then turned out to have a double life as a boring soul sucking corporate boss who always seems to be trying to be cool! But what if he was trying to be all professional like and, thanks Alicia, I miss read him completely because I thought he was some loser genius who thought he was cool even though he started his own company at like sixteen. And what if now he’s fucked my brother he wants to be friends with me and then everyone will know that I had to wrap a pillow around my head even though I had my iPod on to drown out the ‘Oh fuck Gerard you’re so fucking tight, fuck your mouth feels so fucking good, fuck Gerard.’ I mean what can I do? He was in my kitchen. My kitchen! In boxers! And covered in the best tattoos I have ever seen in my entire life and now they are going on dates and then Gerard will take him home to meet mum and she’ll love him because he’s perfect for Gee and I can see that already and I’ll have to be best man at their gay wedding, even though Gerard is totally the girl and…” He picked up the cup and nearly drained the entire thing in one sip. “How will I react when he’s all Frank-my-boss again not Frank-in-boxers-who-just-fucked-my-big-brother-and-is-now-drinking-my-coffee-and-has-tattoos-everywhere-that-could-be-covered-by-a-shirt!” He sculled the last of the cup and motioned for more coffee. “Want more?”
Bob shook his head.
Mikey took a deep breath and started again. “And what if I get promoted? What if everyone thinks that it’s just because the boss is fucking my older brother? What if I can’t even tell if its something I did myself or if it’s because Gerard is-“
Bob held up his hand. “Stop Mikey, you’ll give yourself a heart attack. Now, do you want Gerard to be happy?”
Mikey nodded frantically.
“Do you like your job?”
More frantic nodding.
“Do you think that Frank will make Gerard happy?”
Mikey nodded more slowly before grinning like an idiot up at Alicia as she gave him his eleventh coffee of the past two hours.
“Well then your only option is to see how it goes.”
Mikey sighed dramatically, before sculling the coffee as if it were a shot of tequila not the largest possible mug Alicia’s Café offered. “I need to go to the toilet, stay there.”
Bob nodded with a sigh, watching him beg Alicia for another coffee before bouncing off the walls in exactly the right trajectory to bounce straight into the men’s room.
Alicia took Mikey’s seat, placing Mikey’s fresh cup in front of her. “Is he okay?”
Bob nodded. “His brother is going to date the owner of Skeleton Crew, our boss.”
Alicia rolled her eyes. “He needs all this coffee to deal with that?”
“He’s hoping it will make it all go away.”
Alicia laughed.
Someone walked in. “Excuse me, I need to go serve this guy and make Mikey’s next coffee, so that he doesn’t have to worry about a burnt mouth as well as his other problems.”
Bob laughed, he was wiping his eyes when Mikey plonked himself back into the seat. He smelt the coffee and moaned before taking a long sip as if he was dehydrated.
Bob tried very hard not to roll his eyes.
“Why do things like this always have to happen to me? I mean I lost my last job because Gerard broke my boss's heart. I was so lucky that Frank hired me because of it. And then the one before that fired me because Gerard broke his nose for breaking his heart. I had to change industry entirely because of that! And if I lose this job, I’ll…” He drained his mug. “I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t work there anymore because my brother has fucked things up again. And what happens when Gerard finds out that he’s sleeping with my boss again? He might destroy their relationship just because of it! And then he’ll be upset and Frank’ll be upset and I’ll be stuck in the middle and because Gerard will have explained it all to him Frank will blame me and… I’ll still be out of work.”
“You could come and work for me.” Aicia said putting down the slightly cooled coffee. “And this is your last one for today Mr Way.” She gently placed a napkin in front of him with a giant cookie, smiling at him before walking away.
Mikey nodded, eyes on her like she was his personal angel. He glanced down and frowned, picking up the napkin to read it and as his eyes widened Bob watched him smiled.
Bob smiled too because Alicia was awesome and a genius and he loved her, purely platonically, of course.
Now Mikey could focus his caffeinated energy on something else.
Something better.
He took a slow sip of the mug, tracing the words with his eyes as he finally let himself enjoy the coffee.
The napkin read, ‘I get off in half an hour. Ring me, xoxo Alicia.’
Bob pulled out his phone and send Toro a text message. ‘Crisis averted. We owe Alicia.’