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Mikey's Story
By deadcatgirl14

 

Those peircing brown eyes softened as they saw who called his name. Proceeding to move to the place
where his name was called from, he walked past me, giving me a small wave and a slight smile. It
made me angry that he passed me like that. But maybe dreaming of him kissing me was a little too
much.
I know everything about him: his likes, his dislikes, his fears, and his dreams. I know that he has
a fear of needles so that he doesn't have any tattoos or peircings. And I grew up with him. So I
know how he thinks.
When I say growing up, I don't mean living next door, and going to the same school and what not. No,
I lived in the same house with him for years. Now we're on tour and I still have to live with him
for months on end.
Anyway, as he walks by, he goes to his boyfriend. I hate the fact that he has a boyfriend. When I
say I love you, he thinks its not meant in the same way that Frank says it. Yeah, I'm in love with
Gerard.
But Gerard will never see me more than a brother. It's heartbreaking, I know. But I lived with it
for years. I hate Frank for dating him, and being able to touch him in ways that I can't; in ways
that I want to.
I can imagine you looking at me in discuss. Have you ever thought of fucking your brother. Or better
yet, having your brother fuck you? It would be the highlight of my life, and after he was done with
me, I could die happy. Who knows you better than your own brother, especially when you have been
close forever. It would be total bliss and everything that I had ever wished for.
We all get back on the bus after the show. It feels like a prision the way I can sit next to him,
and I can't tell him how much I love him, how much I want him to be mine. He moves to go play video
games with Frank, and I am left at the table by myself.
It's rainy, so the slightest breath fogs up the window. I write Gerard's name with a heart around
it. I sit staring out the window, daydreaming about having him as my own.

I must of fell asleep there, because before I knew it, Gerard was shaking me slightly to wake me up.
"Mikey, wake up, and move to your bunk please." Gerard said. I nodded and moved to my bunk. I always
did what he said. It was something about him. When I was going through the teenage years, he was the
only one I would listen to. When everything went to hell and back, Gerard was the only one who was
truely there for me. Mom and dad never understood. But Gerard did.
Gerard moved with me to the bunk area. It was dark, and I couldn't see anything. My bunk was on the
bottom, and under Gerard's. I could hear him grunt when he masterbated. I would dream that he would
be doing it to me, but the way he was now, it was probably Frank making him come in his hand.
After being woke up, I wasn't necessarily tired. I got into my bunk, and laid there in the silence
of the bus. Quiet breathing surrounded me, meaning everyone was probably alseep for once. I closed
my eyes, but then I heard erratic breathing coming from the above, I knew that sound, he knew what
Gerard was doing.
On the bus, it was normal to jack off. Nobody really cared that you did it, as long as you did it in
your bunk. It was even better when you didn't make noise for everyone else to hear. The only person
I wanted to hear was Gerard, because those noises were wonderful, and helped me get off quicker.
His grunts made me imagine images of Gerard jerking off, bitting his bottom lip trying to not make
any noise. He would be all hot and sweaty and sexy in his appempt of being quiet. A porn scene
appeared in my head, one with a hot and sexy Gerard; one where his mouth is hanging open slightly
and when he comes he sreams like when he does in Our Lady Of Sorrows. It's so hot, I come right
there on the spot.
I manage to fall asleep for a second time. I dream, but when I wake up, I don't remember what it
was. It had something to do with Frank and our socks. I'd rather of drempt of Gerard in all of his
glory; it would of been a nicer dream to of had.
The room was bright, showing me that it was day time, and I shoulde get up sometime soon. Other
wise, I would have people bitching at me from all over the place, from not being in the right place
at the right time.
The bus was still moving, so we were somewhere on the road. It was probably okay to sleep, but now I
didn't want to. So I rolled out of my bunk and onto the floor. I moved back to my favorite spot on
in the dinning room set, the one by the window. When I got there, I discovered Gerard sitting there,
hand on his chin staring out the window. He looked like he was in a middle of a daydream, and I made
up a daydream of my own. Since he was sitting in my spot, I sat across from him. I stared at him,
with my hand on his chin, just like he was looking out the window.
Gerard flashed a glance at me and then did a double take. "Hey Mikey, nice to see you not sleeping."
He said to me, not taking his eyes off of me.
"I sleep too much, don't I. I should sleep a little less." I say, unsure of what to say. I stare at
him more, and smile. Dirty thoughts fill my head.
"Yeah, you sleep a little too much. Not, we barely get any sleep with all of this traveling. So I
expect you to sleep in every once in a while." I just nodded. He pushed his coffee to me, and then
said, "I don't really want it. It's still hot." He turned his attention back out the window, and I
took the cup with a muttered "Thanks."
The coffee was hot, and warmed me as it went down. It wasn't exactly how I would make it, but it was
good, and it was Gerard's. Something about him seemed wrong, and off, but I couldn't put my finger
on it. I moved from being across from him to beside him.
"Whatever it is, it'll be alright." I said without even asking.
"Do I look like something is wrong or something?" He said softly, turning his head to me slowly,
taking in every bit of the room. "Because everything is fine." He gave me a slight smile. If he
looked this way, then he might be in his deep thinking mode or something like that.
He then decided that he was going to pinch my arm, and then smiled at me. I knew he was playing with
me, so I pinched his arm back. Those pinches became ones of soft punches. Then he turned to me, and
grabbed both of my hands as I punched one than the other. He held them like that for a second,
giving me a look. A look like one before someone gives another before they want to kiss. But he let
go of my hands and turned slightly away from me. Something was deffinatly going on in that mind of
his.
I could only stare at him in wonder. He looked at me and then turned back to the window like he was
emabarrased or something. I grabbed the cup and looked in it at the black liqiud substance.
"Mikey do you believe in true love?" Gerard asked not looking at me. I looked up from the coffee to
him and thought for a second.
"Maybe, but I don't think many people can find it," I suggested. He nodded and went back to silence
looking out that window.
"What if maybe you did find it, but they don't know that you love them, so they go on in a world of
non-true love?" Gerard questioned.
I could only stare at him. "Well I would tell the person that I was in love with that didn't know
it." I took a sip of coffee after that to occupy my thoughts. Gerard nodded again and then was
quiet.
"Mikey," Gerard paused, "I think I am in love with you." He said it really quietly, and if I hadn't
been listening to him I would of never caught the words.
He looked at me in fear, like I was going to call him names or something; maybe even tell him to go
fuck off. But I didn't. A smile splayed across my face. But then I had to ask, "What about Frank?"
"You remember when he called me over last night?" I nodded at the memory and he continued, "Well, he
broke up with me."
I moved to hug Gerard. "I never thought you would ever feel the same way about me," I sighed into
his shoulder before moving away and giving him a peck on the cheek. "I love you Gee."





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