||Frank\Mikey|| So I can fall asleep tonight ||SLASH||

"Mikey, you know we're best friends and you can talk to me about anything." Frank had his arm around his best friend. *No Frankie, I can't* For this reason, he hated Frankie. He hated that the man he loved would only ever be his best friend. This man was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on, and it was so wrong. It was wrong on so many levels. It was wrong that he wanted to kiss Frankie's pink lips, it was wrong that he dreamt of his best friend, always waking up with an unfriendly, painful buldge in his pants. This time, it had been too much. When the guys went out for the night, Mikey stayed at the hotel, drowning himself in alcohol. They had only been gone maybe ten minutes, and a bottle of Jack Daniels was already half empty, hanging out of Mikey's hand loosely, his face tearstained. Frankie had come back, telling the others that he would keep Mikey company. He had found Mikey like this, his back against the wall, his face wet with tears, already drunk off his ass.
"Nah Frankie, nothing's..." he hiccuped "wrong" Mikey slurred to the slightly younger man.
"Mikes, you never drink. Something has to be...." he was cut off when Mikey stood quickly, and ran to the bathroom. Frankie stood and followed quickly, an awful wretching sound meeting his ears. He grimaced and walked into the bathroom to see his best friend already slumped over the toilet. Frank knelt next to the fragile looking form of Mikey, brushing his long, almost blonde hair away from his sweaty face. Minutes later, the entire contents of Mikey's stomach were flushed, and Mikey stood up, tears in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry Frankie" he hugged the shorter man tightly.
"Shh, Mikey, it's fine." Frank turned on the faucet and soaked a washcloth. He rung it out and brought it to Mikey's face, wiping away the vomit and sweat. "Come on Mikes, you should lay down." He led Mikey into the bedroom Mikey, him and Gerard shared. Mikey sat down on the bed, fully clothed, and lay back. "Let's get you into something more comfortable." Frank suggested, treating 24 year old Mikey like a young boy. Frank reached for the bottom of Mikey's shirt and brought it up over the blonde's head. His fingertips lightly brushed Mikey's skin, making Mikey let out a sharp breath. This was definatly not what he wanted. He wanted for Frankie not to know of his giant crush on him, he didn't even want to be thinking these thoughts about Frank, that's what led him to get drunk in the first place. Frankie had walked over to Mikey's suitcase, now looking for a pair of boxers. "Mikey, do you have any bo.." Mikey shook his head, embarrased, as his cheeks started to flush a light pink.
"I don't wear them, I usually sleep in my jeans."
"I'll let you borrow a pair of mine. Here." Frankie had opened his own suitcase, and pulled out a pair of plain black, cotton boxers and threw them to Mikey.
"Uh, thanks Frankie." He stood to walk into the bathroom, stumbling a bit. It drove him crazy at the thought of wearing the same boxers that had once touched Frankie's naked body.
"Just change out here, I won't look." He said sympathetically, knowing it was hard for Mikey to make it to the bathroom in a straight line. Mikey turned and looked at Frank, and bit the inside of his cheek. Frank smiled and closed his eyes, also turning the other way. Mikey dropped his too tight girl jeans, and kicked them off, pulling up Frank's boxers. Now, Frank was very skinny, but compared to Mikey, he was a normal size. The shorts hung low on Mikey's non-existant hips.
"I'm uh.. done." he said quietly, and walked over to his bed, laying down. "I'm really sorry Frankie, I didn't want you to see me like this."
"Mikey, it's a good thing I did come home. I don't know what would have happened to you, I care about you Mikers. You're my best friend. I love you." It hurt Mikey so much to hear those words come from Frankie's mouth. The three words Mikey wanted to hear so much from him, but the three words that stung him so. Mikey didn't want Frank to love him as a friend, or like a brother, and Mikey felt selfish for it. Mikey wanted him to love him for more, to love him with all that he had.
"Thanks Frankie." He pulled the blanket over him and looked to the ceiling.
"Do you want me to leave you alone while you try to get some sleep?" Frankie asked hesitantly.
"No! Um, I mean, at least stay until I am asleep. Keep me company." Mikey said quickly. Frank sat down on his own bed, which was next to Mikey's, also staring at the ceiling. Mikey knew what Frankie was thinking about, it was what was always on his mind. He was thinking about Jamia, his girlfriend he had been dating for more than two years, they had just broken up about a month ago, and no one in the band knew why. Frank only said they had a disagreement, and it wasn't right for the relationship to go on. That was all, and he said no more, and no one asked more. It was clear that Frank missed Jamia. All the guys hated Jamia for breaking Frank's heart, all of them thought she was the one who had broken it off with Frank.
"Mikey?" Frank's voice broke Mikey from his thoughts, making him aware he was still looking at Frankie. "Can I lay in your bed?" Mikey was confused, but lifted the blanket so Frankie could lay down, Frankie's warmth and closeness instantly making hundreds of butterflies mosh in Mikey's chest. "I'm just so used to having someone next to me. Thanks Mikey." He was laying on his side, facing Mikey, but Mikey was uncomfortable. He knew that once again, tonight he would have one of those dreams of Frankie, waking up with an obvious erection. He turned his back to his best friend. Frank sighed. "Good night Mikey." He put his arm casually over Mikey's naked waist, pulling them closer together, Frank's bare chest touching Mikey's back.

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Mikey woke up, looking straight ahead to the neon numbers in the otherwise pitch black room. It was only 12:28, meaning the other guys wouldn't be home for possibly another four hours. It was then he became aware of the hot breath on his neck, and remembered Frankie was sleeping with him. When Mikey took a deep breath, Frankie's lips actually touched his neck, sending chills through Mikey's body. Frankie's lips didn't stayon Mikey's skin for long though.
"Mikey?" Frankie whispered, his lips tickling Mikey's neck. Mikey didn't respond, and he tried to egnore the feeling Frank's warm breath gave him. He rolled over, only to be attacked by Frank's lips. He was caught off guard and had no time to kiss back, as Frankie was sitting up and climbing out of the bed. Mikey followed, grabbing Frank's wrist as he reached for the door.
"Where are you going?" Mikey asked rhetorically.
"Out." he heard Frankie mumble.
"In your boxers?" Mikey laughed, knowing, even in the dark, that Frankie was blushing.
"I'm sorry Mikey, I don't know why I did that. I just..." He was now inturrupted when Mikey's lips covered his own. Like Mikey had before, Frank was shocked by Mikey's bold move, not kissing back at first, but because Mikey didn't pull away, Frank was soon kissing him back with hunger, and not seconds later, his tongue was exploring the other man's mouth. Mikey stumbled back until his legs hit a bed, not caring whose it was, fell back on top of it, with Frank above him. For Mikey, it was a dream come true, literally. Consider him selfish,but he didn't care if Frankie would regret this later, he wanted to, for once, be happy, he wanted something his brother didn't have. He needed this now. He needed Frankie.
Mikey's arms were draped around Frank's neck, Frank laying atop him, his hands on either side of Mikey, supporting his weight, laying between Mikey's legs.
"Mikey," Frank panted, pulling away from Mikey's lips, for only a second. Hearing his name escape Frank's lips like this took Mikey into pure bliss. "How long?" he pulled Mikey's lips to his own.
"How long what?" Mikey breathed heavily, looking into Frankie's hazel green eyes.
"How long have you liked guys? Liked Me? This can't be spur of the moment" Mikey could see Frank's smirk even in the dark.
"For a while" he replied bluntly, lifting his head, taking Frank's lips captive once more. Frankie seemed okay with Mikey's answer, because he said no more, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Mikey's arms had left Frankie's neck, his fingers now tracing, ever so lightly, down Frank's back, now teasing at the waistband of his boxers. Both of their obvious arrousals making themselves known through the thin cotton fabric. Mikey's hand roamed further, cupping Frank's erection through his thin boxers.
"Mmm, don't.... don't tease me Mikey" Frank moaned, involuntarily raising his hips towards Mikey's touch, wanting more contact.
"I never do." Mikey smirked into Frank's neck, trailing kisses to his prominant collarbone, sucking the skin into hi smouth. He trailed his fingers almost non-existantly up Frankie's sides, sinking his teeth into Frank's skin.
"Fuck Mikey! I thought your brother was the vampire." He smirked as Mikey sucked at the mark he had made to let any, and everyone know Frankie was his. Mikey pushed his hips into Frankie's, letting their clothed erections create a much wanted, unneeded friction. He left the spot on Frank's neck, leaving kisses down Frank's chest, to the elastic of Frank's boxers, taking no time in removing them, releasing Frank's little big problem. When Mikey ran his tongue up the base of his erection, Frankie sucked his bottom lip into his mouth to prevent him from screaming in pleasure as Mikey teased the slit with the tip of his tongue. Mikey took the whole of Frank's cock into his mouth, making Frankie gasp, tangling is fingers in Mikey's blonde hair, pushing himself further into Mikey's throat. Mikey in turn sucked on his friend hungrily. "Ahh! Shit Mikey, I'm guh... FUCK!" he released himself into Mikey's hungry mouth. Mikey swallowed all Frankie had to offer, moving back to Frankie's mouth, forcing his tongue inside, letting Frank taste himself. While his mouth remained captive of Mikey's, his hands reached inside the boxers Mikey was wearing, stroking his hard cock with his warm hand. He stroked his thumb, calloused from playing guitar, over the smooth, swollen head of Mikey's erection, making him moan into Frankie's mough. Frank broke the kiss and licked Mikey's jawline, whispering in his ear seductively, "You might not tease, but I do." He smirked into Mikey's skin, nipping at his earlobe. He ran his tongue down Mikey's pail body, stopping at his navel, plainting kisses all around it, and one on it. He kissed the inside of Mikey's thigh, followed by a light, tickling lick, making Mikey gasp as he blew on it. He then turned his attention to Mikey's throbbing 'problem.' He licked up the shaft, making Mikey roll his head back and close his eyes. "Look at me Mikey, I want you to look at me." Mikey groaned, lifting his head to meet Frank's hungry eyes. Frank licked his lips and kissed Mikey's member, his green eyes never leaving Mikey's hazel. He put his mouth over the head of Mikey's cock, bobbing his head slightly, teasing the underside with his tongue. Mikey drew a staggered breath, closing his eyes in extacy. Frank stopped and moved up Mikey's body, the loss of contact making Mikey hiss in anger. "I told you to not take your eyes off of me, Mikey, I need to see your eyes." Frank whispered, kissing the corner of Mikey's mouth, Mikey lifting his head for more, but Frank pulled away. Mikey put his hands on Frank's hips. Before Mikey could say anything, it was Frankie to speak those words he had wanted to hear since he knew Frank. "Fuck me, Mikey." Mikey only licked his lips and kissed Frankie eagerly in response. Mikey rolled Frank over onto his back, so he was on top, and lifted himself from him, both of them regretting the absense of contact. Mikey walked over to where Gerard's suitcase was, knowing he had a small, clear bottle hidded under his clothes. Mikey smiled as he found the bottle with the clear, thick liquid in it, turning back to Frank. He clicked the cap off, squeezing some into his hand, and rubbing it down the length of Frank's erection. When Frank was coated, he reached his hands behind himself, inserting a finger into his opening, and then two, moaning at the new presence. He scissored himself moaning at the tightness, imagining it was Frankie, and soon, it would be. He positioned himself over Frankie, and lowered himself quickly down, capturing Frank's lips in his own hungrily, masking the loud moan that could be heard from him. He began to move himself so and on one thrust, he had lowered hard, Frank's cock hitting that sweet spot dead on, making Mikey moan out Frankie's name loudly, repeating the action many times until he knew he was close to orgasm. "Come with me Mikey." Frank panted out, the sweat making both of their hair stick to their faces, their bodies also covered in sweat.
"God, Frank, I'm almost there... I uhhh!" Mikey moaned.
"Mikeyyy!!"
*****
"Mikey! Wake up! The guys and I are going to a club. Do you wanna come?" Gerard was shouting to his younger brother. Mikey groaned, looking down at himself he was still wearing his too tight girl jeans, and a The Cure t-shirt. He was also sporting a painfully hard boner.
"FUCK!" He said aloud, making Gerard look at him funny. "You guys go with out me Gerard, I'm not in the mood for partying." Mikey said, remembering his dream. He couldn't take these dreams anymore. After Gerard left, he remembered the bottle of Jack Daniels Gerard had in his bag. Sitting with his back to the wall, he drank.


Yay, I kinda liked the ending.. If you didn't understand it's meaning, just message me, I'd be happy to attempt to explain it.. lol, thank you to everyone who has read this... Loves for all of you!! You all are special to me!