Separate

May 06, 2006 22:56


Title: Separate
Author: xstormxelf
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mikey/Ray
Summary: [Stand Alone] The rest of the world seemed to fade away. The illness, looming deadlines, even the familiar coolness of the room all seemed like memories from a dream. No one could reach them, nothing could harm them. Disclaimer: xstormxelfx is in no way associated or related to My Chemical Romance. The events written below never happened and if they did, she definitely missed it.

A/N: Part of a challenge between lifeinreverie and myself.

Separate

Mikey inwardly moaned as he looked across the vast expanse of bed next to him. He had thought that he would fall asleep quickly, even without him there. Without his source of warmth, his comfort, the loving arms wrapped around him. He thought that he would be just fine without any of these things, but he was wrong.
At first he just thought that he was having trouble falling asleep because he was sick. It was always difficult when you couldn’t breath right. But the longer he laid there, the more he realized what he was missing. Worse yet, it was his own fault. He had asked Ray to sleep on the couch that night, that way he wouldn’t catch whatever illness Mikey had. Now he deeply regretted it.
The sound of a door opening caught his attention and he turned around to see who it was. His blurry vision prevented him from seeing the face, but the hair was unmistakable.
“Hey,” Ray whispered from the door way, “How are you feeling?”
“Miserable.” Mikey answered truthfully.
Ray came in, crossing the sea of used tissues, and crouched down next to the bed. He pushed Mikey’s hair out of his face, his hand coming to rest on his forehead. “I think your fever is starting to come down.” He smiled.
“Why are you here? It’s late.” Mikey wondered aloud, “You should be sound asleep.”
“To tell the truth, I couldn’t fall asleep.” Ray blushed, not that anyone could tell in the low light, “I would be just about ready to nod off, but something just wasn’t right, I wasn’t holding you. What about you, you should be off in dreamland yourself.”
“I couldn’t get to sleep either.” Mikey admitted.
“Then it’s settled, move over.” Ray chirped happily.
“No way, you’ll catch what I have.”
“If I don’t sleep, I won’t be able to fight off the disease. If you don’t sleep, you won’t get better. Plus…” Ray swooped down and kissed Mikey on the lips, “Now I’m definitely going to get it. Now let’s get some rest so that we can beat this illness.”
“Fine,” Mikey agreed, trying not to show how happy he was.
Ray climbed in behind him, wrapping his arms around the somewhat smaller boy, holding him tightly as though he feared he would lose him. Mikey turned to face Ray, laying his head on his lover, his breath ticking Ray’s bare chest. He could hear his heartbeat, steady and calm. He could listen to it for hours.
Absentmindedly, Ray began rubbing Mikey’s back, slipping under the warm pajamas he had borrowed from his brother. Ray’s roaming hand felt cool on Mikey’s fever-warmed body, sending shivers up and down his spine but relaxing him at the same time. Mikey listened careful as Ray’s heartbeat and breathing slowed. The arms which had been so tightly wrapped around them loosened as Ray fell asleep. With a content sigh, Mikey pulled the covers closer around them before drifting to sleep himself. The rest of the world seemed to fade away. The illness, looming deadlines, even the familiar coolness of the room all seemed like memories from a dream. No one could reach them, nothing could harm them. It was only them, together, forever, the way it was meant to be.
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