mcr4u fic

[stardustonsable]

The Tearing Sound of Love Notes
Frank/Mikey College Fic
PG-13
~2,100

      Mikey gave himself the job of Gerard’s caretaker when he was five and Gerard was eight. They were lurking around the basement when Gee had gotten a paper cut. Mikey was the one who had kept a calm head and made sure he was bandaged up and that his tears were dried. It had set the tone for most of their lives afterward, though there were exceptions. (The first time Mikey had gotten drunk and Gee, only a little buzzed, had rubbed his back while he threw up everything he had ate that day, or the time Mikey had tried out for a band and they’d flat out told him no.) No one was really shocked when he followed Gerard to college. At the time, Gerard was drinking heavily. Heavier than any of the kids on the scene, and Mikey knew he had been messing with some serious drugs. So after a year (he’d skipped his senior year, there was nothing to hold him there anyway) he followed his brother here and taken up his mantle as Gee’s caretaker again.

Frank Iero had thrown Mikey a bit. He’d been doing paying attention to his own life –music, watching Gee, figuring out a fucking major, and sometimes fitting a party in between— when there was this kid, he was younger than Mikey so he had to be a fucking genius or something, hanging out with Gerard. And by hanging out he meant climbing all over him. And when he wasn’t molesting Gee he was invading Mikey’s personal space, talking a million miles a minute about anything, from music, and girls (and boys) to his disgustingly domestic roommates.

Before that he only knew of Iero. Everyone did. He was in at least three bands at any given time and had played with all the other well known local bands at least twice. So Mikey didn’t know what to make of this seemingly socially well-adjusted mostly cool guy suddenly taking an interest in his brother. And maybe he was a little bit of a fan, but it was hard to be star struck by a person who you’d seen waltz drunkenly with your own brother.

-*-

“Hey, Mikeyway, you comin’?” Frank asks Mikey as he stumbles into his and Gee’s apartment (basically bought with their Mom’s money and one of Gerard’s 18 billion art scholarships). He’s leaning against the back of their couch, looking unfairly good.

“We’re gonna go to my place, and watch some movies, if we can get those two assholes unglued from the couch anyway.” Frank gives him a hopeful look and Mikey is about to answer when Gerard comes out of the bathroom.

Or at least Mikey thinks it’s Gerard. When he’d last seen him this morning his long black hair was hiding half of his face, threatening to dip into his coffee. This new glowing…pixie cut was definitely a new development.

“Hey, Mikes,” he says, a little apprehensively, as if Mikey is going to throw him out because of his new hairstyle.

“Gee,” he says slowly, “I thought you didn’t like Rosemary’s Baby.” With that Frank dissolves into a giggly pile on the floor and Gerard transforms into a tomato. As a small smile tugs at the side of his mouth Mikey looks at the still giggling Frank. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

Gerard flails at him as he passed and he guesses it was some sort of attempt at a hit. He shrugs and his smile widens a little. “Didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of the wife.” He doesn’t see the confused look Gerard gives him as he goes into his room.

 

The thing about Bob and Ray is that they are nothing like Mikey expects them to be. Because all he has to work with is Frank’s description. He isn’t expecting two decidedly male guys, both of which look like they could break Mikey in half. The only real indication of their relationship that Mikey has seen, and he’s sat through both versions of Dawn of the Dead with them, is that Ray tends to press his leg against Bob firmer than totally necessary. In other words, Frank Iero is a liar. If this was wild expressions of affection to him, how is he ever going to deal with Gerard? Sure, Gee is quiet and a bit awkward at first, but when he’s into someone he’s truly into them. Mikey is quietly worrying over this when Frank, who had stuffed and curled himself between Mikey and Gerard stands and stretches as the credits start rolling.

“Ok, who wants food?” Everyone on the couch makes affirmative sounds. Frank grins. “Get it yourselves assholes.” He continues to giggle and ducks as empty bags of popcorn are thrown at his head.

Mikey rolls his eyes and stands. “Come on.” He grabs Frank’s arm. “You tell me where stuff is, I’ll get it.”

He shuffles through the cabinets looking for something decent as Frank sits beside him on the counter swinging his legs. “So,” Mikey starts, “Ray and Bob are cool.”

Frank nods. “Yep. Surprised they haven’t killed me yet, as many times as guys from the band have crashed here.” Mikey isn’t sure which band he is talking about, but he nods along anyway.

“I mean…they’re cool.” Mikey slides his eyes over to look at Frank, and is surprised to see him staring back.

“Mikeyway…,”Frank mutters and leans closer. Mikey is about to ask what but there are lips on his own, cool, dry and a little cracked. There was a bite where metal met skin at the right corner of Mikey’s mouth and holy shit he wants this a lot more than he’d realized. He yanks his head back, directly into the open cabinet door. He opens his mouth to curse just as Gerard’s head pokes through the kitchen door.

“Everybody still alive in here?” Gerard looks between the two of them, and recognition lights his eyes. “Mikey…” He starts but Mikey is shaking his head and before he realizes he’s pushed past Gerard and he only slows down to wave at Bob and Ray. Then he’s out the door, into the slightly dingy hall way half-running to the stairwell. He needs to get home, get to somewhere where he knows what the fuck is going on. Where he can feel less guilty about the way he continues to lick his bottom lip, right where Frank’s lip ring pressed into his mouth. He is so unequivocally fucked.

 

Gerard comes home an hour later, knuckles bruised. Mikey could guess what happened and the thought of Gerard trying to fight Frank, who was a brawler and terribly proud of it, makes him want to laugh. And cry. He also knows that if Gerard got in any hits, especially hits hard enough to cause bruises, that Frank let him. Mikey isn’t sure what to do with all the emotion so instead he turns back to the coffee maker and watches as dark liquid drops fall into the pool of its siblings.

“So. I don’t get why all those guys bother fighting Iero. I don’t think he actually feels anything. Everything I hit hurt like a bitch.”

Mikey doesn’t look up. He moves his gaze to one of Gerard’s huge art history books.

“I think his lips must be pretty damn soft though. You didn’t look too terribly bruised when I interrupted.” Gerard shuffles closer.

“I’m sorry,” Mikey mutters, knowing that Gerard will hear him. Gerard’s movements falter.

“What the hell for?” Gerard asks. “As long as I don’t have to see it I could care less who you do…stuff with.”

Mikey’s head whips around. “Gee. He’s…You. That’s sick.”

Gerard blinks. “Mikey. You do know I’m gay right? Or at least I like fucking guys. Girls are nice too though.  So bi, maybe? Either way, maybe you don’t wanna go around yelling stuff like that?” he frowns. “I thought I’d taught you better than that, though. I mean really Mikey. Heteronormativity? That’s like the lowest form of—”

“Gee. Gee. Gerard,” Mikey says, cutting him off. “We’re about as straight as a fucking oval, okay? But there’s a big difference between liking guys and sharing a guy with your brother.”

Gerard blinks. Once, twice. Then his lips turn up a bit, and Mikey tries to remember if he’s had anything to drink. He’s about to ask when Gerard starts howling, his shoulders shaking and tears make small trails down his face.

“Mikes, Mikey.” Gerard says through his laughter. “You think…” he breaks off for another minute and Mikey is getting annoyed now.

“Gee, you said you’d lay off the hard stuff. And you promised Ma you’d stop drinking on Sundays.”

Gerard waves him off and sighs, wiping at his face. “I have had exactly one beer today thank you. Mikey, you know Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz?”

Mikey nods slowly. Stump was about equal to Frank in band participation and where there was Stump there would always be Wentz. They were essentially married. Mikey had no idea what they had to do with him, Gerard and Frank. Except that a pale pink blush was rising on Gerard’s cheek and Mikey was probably about to be made privy to some horrifying information.

“Yeah well,” Gerard continues. “they’re very…generous. And…open-minded.”

“You have  threesomes with two midgets.” Mikey says dryly and the blush on Gerard’s face deepens. “You must be kidding me.”

Gerard shrugs.” They’re good for me. Pete’s always up for cuddling and Patrick gives me these looks when I want just one more drink. And Pete’s just as fucked up as I am, and Patrick has this mouth—“

“Ok. Got it.” Mikey says and clamps his hands to his ears. He takes them down warily when Gerard is laughing again. “So, I suppose this means I should go apologize?”

Gerard pulls him into a hug and ruffles his already hopeless hair. “Mikes, why do you always decide that everybody likes me better?”

Mikey doesn’t answer as Gerard pushes him towards his room. “Apologize tomorrow. Maybe you’ll end up in one of Franks songs. Does Frank write lyrics? Because everything me and Patrick do end up in Pete’s songs. I don’t mind but...”

Gerard is still talking when Mikey closes his door.

 

Frank Iero is sitting on his couch when Mikey stumbles out of his room in the morning. He kind of wants to kill Gerard in that moment.

 “Um, hi,” he says tentatively, and Frank turns so that Mikey can see both of his eyes. One is swollen and will probably turn purple really soon. Mikey is flailing hysterically in his mind but he manages to keep a cool exterior. As long as he doesn’t talk.

“So, um. Gerard made me come here. He promised not to punch me anymore. Look, Mikey, I’m really sorry if I read you wrong. I mean, maybe I should have asked you first? Instead of just assuming…not that you’re like girly, but that’s a really shitty way to try and tell you know. Your brother was talking about that herteronormativity stuff and it actually makes a lot of sense and…Mikey? Breath? Your eyes are kind of bulging out.”

“Don’t, um, let’s not talk about Gerard okay? You were right, I mean, I do like guys I just…I’m not fond of stealing them from my brother. And that’s what I thought I was doing. I didn’t know about Pete and Patrick. I thought you two were y’know. You’re always all over him and.” Mikey flails a little and Frank blinks at him.

“Gerard is into Stump-Wentz? Nice. Um, no. Me and Gee are cool. We help each other out with stuff. And I’m always all over everyone Mikeyway.” Frank stands and shuffles forward a little. “Unless, y’know, you want me to stop.”

Mikey blinks and suddenly Frank is in his personal space. He should probably be less used to that. Instead he leans down, and wow Iero is tiny. He tilts his head just a little and he’s kissing Frank. The ring is still there, it’s warm this time, and Frank is vibrating a little. Mikey pulls back.

“So, does this mean you figured out me and your brother aren’t together?” Frank asks, softly, still settled far inside Mikey’s personal bubble. Mikey nods. “Awesome.” He moves in again and Mikey is trying his best to memorize the inside of Frank’s mouth, his soft, soft tongue when the lock clicks and the door swings open. He hears Wentz’s wolf whistles and Gerard groaning in horror. Not moving away he carefully walks them back to his room. He’s about to close the door when Gerard yells something about class and Frankie not being that good of a kisser. He whines and Frank giggles against his mouth.

“Oh the joys of higher learning,” he mutters and laces his fingers through Frank’s, deeply considering skipping classes just one more time.

Comments

[slashxmistress.livejournal.com]

OTP LOVE!!! That was precious!!

“You have threesomes with two midgets.” Mikey says dryly and the blush on Gerard’s face deepens. “You must be kidding me.”

ahahahahahahahaha! *is dead*
But actually... Pete/Patrick/Gee works for me!

I love this.

[different-shade.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh, oh, oh! YAY!! This is...yes...everything! Mikey is so clueless! And then Bob/Ray being all covertly domestic. But seriously, Gerard/Patrick/Pete. I totally did not see that coming but damn did I love it.

THANK YOU!! \O/

[stardustonsable.livejournal.com]

!!! I'm so glad you like it!

[candidlily.livejournal.com]

Hee! I loved this, bb. How Mikey was insanely clueless, and Gerard was messing around with Pete and Patrick the whole time. XD Excellent story! ♥

[quatre_k.livejournal.com]

This was awesome! I heart Frank/Mikey and this was wonderful!