Author: Meera Flame / Christine
Rating: R
POV: Third, Mikey limited.
Total Word Count: 2997
Disclaimer: I play guitar in My Chemical Romance and I'm such an awful liar.
Summary: Mikey wants to play the matchmaker.
A/N: Feedback is lovely, and con-crit is welcomed. I always want to improve my writing skills. And a big thanks to Shiruba-Kitsune-Ko for making it post worthy. All remaining mistakes are my own. Let me know if you think I should continue to post the rest of the chapters.
Chapter One: Eavesdropping
"Hey Gee?" Gerard turned his head around at the sound, finding his little brother leaning against the doorframe leading to his room. He looked at him from under his glasses, smiling sheepishly. "Frank’s going to be here soon, but as you may smell, I am in dying need if a shower." Gerard sniffed, catching his brother’s foul scent. "So, I was wondering if it’s okay that Mom sends him to your room while I do my thing?"
Gerard shrugged, and said, "Sure."
"Thanks," Mikey said, grinning at his older brother like a loon. Mikey could tell by the look on Gerard’s face that he was wondering what he was so happy about.
Gerard watched from his bed as Mikey spun around and walked to the bathroom.
Frank, huh? he thought to himself as he heard Mikey turning on the shower. He’d heard the name before. If he remembered correctly, it was the new kid in Mikey’s class. He sighed contently, closing his eyes; thinking of nothing and everything, until his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on their front door.
Even in the shower, Mikey could perfectly hear the knock, and only seconds later, his mom was yelling. "Michael! You’ve got company. Frank is here!"
He turned off the shower for a while and popped his head out of the bathroom door. "Just send him to Gee’s room! I’m in the shower!"
"Gerard’s room is the first room to the left," Mikey heard his mother tell Frank. He could hear the boy approach, but didn’t bother to walk back into the shower.
"Hey, Frank!" he yelled across the hallway, careful not to step fully out of the bathroom. He hadn’t bothered to put on a towel, after all. Frank smiled at the sight of him. "I’ll be done in a few minutes, okay? Just have fun with Gerard in the meanwhile. He’s cool." Frank nodded and walked into the other boy’s room, still smiling.
Mikey didn’t bother to finish his shower. He dried himself up with a small towel and hurriedly put on clean clothes. He closed the bathroom door quietly, being careful so the other boys wouldn’t hear it. He tip-toed down the hallway leading to their rooms, and once he reached Gerard’s, he sat down and leaned his head against the door.
"Wow, did you draw this?" he could hear Frank ask. He had probably found Gerard’s sketchpad.
"Yeah," his brother replied, and his voice didn’t carry even the slightest hint of smugness. Even though Gerard was fully aware of how good his drawing skills were. "You’re really good," Frank complimented, and Mikey snickered to himself.
"Thanks." Mikey could almost hear Gerard’s smile through the door.
There was silence for a while. Frank was probably looking at his brother’s drawings, while Gerard, as usual, was probably lying on his bed thinking. But then the bed made a sound, and two feet hit the floor.
"So, um," Frank finally said, and Mikey heard that his older brother was walking toward the other boy. "Mikey told me you’re gay?" It came out as a statement than rather a question, and it probably made Gerard frown. It required all of Mikey’s self-control right there and then not to laugh out loud.
"Pardon me?" came Gerard’s reply.
"Not that I mind, or anything," Frank assured him. "I’m bi myself."
Silence.
"I like your lip ring," Gerard suddenly said.
My, oh my, Gerard. Are you making a move on my friend? Well, this is more than I hoped for. Mikey smiled contently himself and remembered his evil plan.
It had only been a few weeks since Frank had joined his class, and once he had admitted his sexual preferences, Mikey had made a mental note to introduce him to his gay brother. Not only did both have the hots for other boys, but they also shared some of the same geeky interests. They both liked comic books, horror movies, and the same bands. There were more things to add to the list, but he couldn’t really think of that now that they were in the same room.
In Mikey’s eyes, they were the perfect couple, and he wanted to play the matchmaker. To get the two boys to meet wouldn’t be hard, he had decided. He could just invite Frank over, and now that he had, it looked like they were getting pretty good along, too. They were discussing piercings now, and Gerard had mentioned a few times how good Frank looked with his. They had totally forgotten all about Mikey. But Mikey didn’t mind at all.
"I want one in my nose," Frank said. "Do you think it would look good?"
"Totally," Gerard replied. "On that side?" Mikey was almost completely sure his brother was touching one of the sides of Frank’s nose. Even though the two boys were having a good time on their own, Mikey didn’t want to sit outside his brother’s room anymore. He rose to his feet, and knocked lightly at the door. Half expecting that they would ignore it. But then he heard Gerard’s approval.
"Hey," he said, entering the room. "I’m sorry it took so long." Gerard and Frank was sitting pretty close on Gerard’s bed, eying Mikey as if he were an alien.
"Weren’t you supposed to shower?" Gerard asked suspiciously.
"I did shower," Mikey insisted.
"Then how come your hair’s not wet?"
Mikey rolled his eyes. "I used the hairdryer, idiot," he lied. Truth to be told, he had been sitting so long outside Gerard’s room that his hair had dried itself. "Guess you got so occupied with Frank that you didn’t hear it."
"I didn’t hear it either," Frank shrugged, his shoulder bumping into Gerard’s. His brother smiled triumphantly.
"Acting like a couple already," Mikey said under his breath. He looked over at Frank and noticed that he was secretly stealing glares at his older brother. Gerard was no better, because he was doing the same thing. Both with a new spark in their eyes as they did. It was obvious that they liked each other, and that made Mikey content with himself. He had done a good job as a matchmaker so far.
Chapter Two: Not a Bummer
The rest of the day with Frank had gone pretty good. Almost too good to be true. All three had been talking for what seemed hours until Mikey’s girlfriend came over and Frank had to go home. Gerard and Frank had even almost hugged each other goodbye, and Mikey was almost a hundred percent sure that they didn’t finish their half-way-hug because he and his girlfriend were watching.
Back at school, Mikey could only smile as Frank asked him out about Gerard. He wondered how old he was, what kind of interests he had, why he wasn’t attending the any school as they were — and last but not least, he wondered if Gerard was single.
"Frank," Mikey said, claiming the younger male’s attention. "What are you doing today?"
"Nothing, how come?" Frank asked from across the table, studying his green apple.
"I work at this café a couple of hours a day. It’s not too far from here. I was just wondering if you wanted to … come with me? It’s usually quiet there, so there won’t be much to do anyways. And besides, I need to drop my keys off at Gerard’s job, so you’ll get to see him too," Mikey said suggestively and winked.
Of course, Mikey would never have asked if he didn’t know Gerard would join them too. He just didn’t tell Frank that, because he wanted it to be a surprise. A pleasant surprise nonetheless.
Frank took a bite of his apple and thought about it. "Where does he work?"
"He works at a Barnes & Noble. I used to work there too." Mikey took a sip of his coffee and looked thoughtfully at Frank who obviously hadn’t decided whether to come or not yet. "So?"
"Sure."
***
Mikey could tell Gerard was surprised in a good way when he noticed who he had brought with him. He greeted the two boys with a brilliant smile of his own, flashing his small teeth as he tugged some of his jet black hair behind his ear. After some talking, Gerard let them know that he was done for the day, and that he could drive them to wherever they were going, if they wanted him too.
Frank beamed.
They drove in silence to Mikey’s work. Once there, Mikey asked if Gerard wanted to come with them. He worked at a café after all, and sure his brother wouldn’t mind a cup of free coffee and some time to hang out with Frank.
It was the first time Frank had been at Mikey’s job, but Gerard hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
Mikey leaned against the counter. He had only had a few customers since he arrived, but he didn’t mind. That way he could listen to whatever his brother and friend was talking about. Right now they were talking about being into guys, and Mikey thought that was a big step in the right direction.
"So when did you know you were gay?" Frank asked as Mikey started to wash the counter to pretend he wasn’t listening.
"When I started at Junior High," Gerard answered truthfully. "I had never been interested in either sex before that. But back then I fell in love with my male history teacher." Gerard’s cheeks flushed red. "Yeah, it’s embarrassing, but awfully true. What about you?"
"I used to have a lot of girlfriends," Frank said, and Mikey thought he could see a hint of jealousy in Gerard’s eyes. "But at a point I got tired of their bitching, so I broke up with the one I was seeing then, and decided to try something new. The relationship didn’t last long, but it was a new experience and I never looked back. Haven’t been with a girl since."
For a while, they just looked at each other, and Mikey was afraid that they had noticed that he was listening. But then Gerard was laying his hand on Frank’s thigh, and Mikey forgot how to breathe. If only Gerard could lean forward a few inches and Mikey’s goal would be as good as accomplished.
"Mikey, you okay over there?" Gerard asked from across the room. "You’re sweating."
"Oh, yeah, sure. Just a little hot, that’s all." He excused himself and continued to clean the counter. His brother shot him a last, worried glance before continuing to talk to Frank, his hand now gone.
Even though he didn’t want to, Mikey had to leave the lovebirds for a while and get a new roll of paper to put in the recite machine in the storage room. He excused himself and hurried down the small corridor leading to the room. He found what he needed quickly, and tried to walk casually back. But when he got back, Frank and Gerard were gone.
He pouted. At least they could’ve said goodbye before they left. But then he spotted Gerard’s car still in the parking lot, and a smirk formed on his lips.
Knowing very well where the boys’ feet had taken them, he walked quietly to the restroom. He leaned his head against the wall, and heard nothing for a while. But then, out of nowhere, came a wet noise. They were kissing.
Mikey tried not to imagine the way his brother’s tongue was probably invading the younger male’s mouth, or his hand that was most likely resting on Frank’s denim-clad a**. He had seen Gerard make out with other guys so many times at parties, he knew by heart the way he did it. Not that he wanted to know. He had nothing against gay people, and didn’t mind guys kissing other guys at all (hell, he‘d even tried it himself), but it was his brother, and that should explained it all.
"Maybe we should go back there before Mikey gets suspicious," Frank panted, his voice muffled by what was probably Gerard’s neck. "Not that I want to, though," he added quickly.
Gerard chuckled. "Not yet." They were kissing again. Mikey could tell because the wet noises were back. He stood there with his head against the wall, not noticing that the door was slowly opening.
"You were so right!" Frank laughed, tugging Gerard‘s arm like an enthusiastic child on Christmas Eve. "Your brother was so setting us up!" Mikey turned his head around at the sound and blushed furiously.
"Told you," Gerard said, smiling down at Frank. "Really, Mikes. Didn’t you think I would find out? You’re my brother, for God’s sake. I knew you were setting us up the second Frank told me he was into guys too." Mikey’s blush grew darker. "But I need to thank you, though." He smiled and sized a hand around Frank‘s waist. "Because it wasn’t a bummer."
Chapter Three: The Jetset Life
Mikey was lying in bed, thinking of the good job he’d done as his brother’s matchmaker (despite being busted by Gerard), and how awfully easy it had been. From the moment Frank stepped inside Gerard’s room, they had gotten along. They talked together so easily that one could think they had known each other forever, when the truth was they had merely known each other for a week by now.
Most people would probably think it was pathetic that they got together so fast, but why wait when their relationship was destiny?
Because it had to be destiny.
Rolling around in bed, Mikey couldn’t help but envy the two lovers. He was pretty content with his own relationship, but it didn’t contain any love. Sure, he cared for his girlfriend. But their relationship was shallow. The one and only reason they were probably still together was because of the sex. The sex was great. But that was all. And it was probably more to Gerard and Frank’s relationship than just that.
People could just take a brief look at the couple, and they would know that they shared something special. Despite just having known each other for a few days.
He smiled. He was happy for his brother. How could he not be? Gerard’s previous relationships had always been doomed from the start. He really deserved someone that could hold him when he was having a shitty day, and laugh with him when life was good. That someone was Frank. No doubt about it.
Mikey’s eyes slipped shut, and he had almost fallen asleep when noises started coming from the room beside his.God no.
"Gerard — OW! — that hurts!" he could easily hear Frank complain, and Mikey groaned. Couldn’t they at least wait till he’d fallen asleep? He now regretted saying that Frank should crash over at their place.
"I’m sorry," Gerard soothed, and probably kissed Frank because there were the wet noises again. "I’ve never done this before."
"You’re a virgin?" Frank asked in a low, non-mocking voice.
"Well, no," Gerard started. "I’ve just never topped, that’s all."
"And I’ve never bottomed," Frank sighed.
"Then why don’t we just switch," Gerard reasoned, and probably shifted, because Mikey could hear the tangling of sheets.
"No," Frank said firmly, stopping Gerard’s movements. "I wanna be the girl in this relationship. Because that means you’ll have to pull out my chair whenever we go to a restaurant, and you’ll have to pay whenever we go on a date. You know the drill. I’ll get the benefits." Gerard laughed, and kissed some part of Frank’s body loudly.
Mikey didn’t want to know which one.
"Tell me if it hurts, alright, babe?" Frank probably nodded in reply, because Mikey couldn’t hear anything else slip from the other male’s mouth.
Then there was silence for a while again, and Mikey prayed to any god to make them keep quiet. Of course, Mikey had no such luck.
"Ah God, Gerard," Frank moaned, and he moaned loud. Mikey covered his ears with a pillow, trying to ignore the noises coming from the other room.
"D-does it hurt n-now?" Gerard asked in a hitched voice, and Mikey wanted to die because the pillow was only making the voices and groans, and all the other noises coming from his brother’s room, muffled.
"Ah, no," Frank said and Gerard moaned loudly. "K-keep it going, baby."
Mikey moaned in frustration. They were so going to hear it tomorrow morning. In fact, they could hear some of it even now. He slammed his hand loudly against the wall, trying to catch their attention. But of course, neither of them was paying any attention to the world around them. They had their eyes and ears on each other.
Mikey got to his feet and grabbed his pillow and comforter before walking upstairs. Tonight, and probably many nights to come, he would be sleeping on the couch.
***
Mikey smiled to himself and looked down at the ring in his hand. It had been exactly seven years since Gerard and Frank got together. Their relationship had been an on-and-off one from the start, but Mikey couldn’t exactly blame them, either. When you have to see your boyfriend’s face twenty-four hours a day, you do get tired of it. But not anymore. They had been together for two years without a single pause now. They were finally starting to settle down, despite their hectic lives as rock stars.
He was still staring at the ring when the door to his dressing room opened and Ray’s head popped inside. "You ready yet?" he asked. "We’re waiting for you."
"Sure," Mikey answered and rose from his chair. He was his brother’s best man. Everything was going to happen on stage back in New Jersey first, then they would have a private ceremony when their concert was over.
All in all, the jetset life had taken its toll on Gerard and Frank’s relationship, but they were coping. They were getting married, after all.
All thanks to Mikey.
The End.
A/N: About the smut (if you can even call it that, that is), I personally think it's alright to post it here, because I didn't describe what they were doing, therefore I only implied they were doing it. If you however, feel it's too much, let me know and I'll remove it.
And I'm sorry about this story being so short, it's short because it's really a standalone, but I wanted to be a mean b***h and split it into three parts.
For those of you who's enjoyed my writing, I'm currently working on another Frank/Gerard high school fic, which I don't plan on being this short ... so look out!
