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Love Me Or Leave Me...
...Or Rip Me Apart.
I love you, and you just broke my heart.
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...burst of intelligent nonsense would just type itself in a ross-esque fashion when i have these kinds of assignments
because i know what to say, but i just cant put it into words

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&Title: Complete
&Author: Dominique
&Pairing: Frank/Mikey (Implied Gerard/Bert)
&Rating: PG, things are mentioned and there are a couple of naughty words…but besides that it’s harmless.
&POV: Mikey, Frank, Mikey
&Summary: The guys from My Chemical Romance and The Used go out to the bar. Mikey and Frank consider they’re feelings for one another and…. You’ll see…

& I wrote this around July 13, 2005 and posted it on greatestjournal's mychemicalslash. Things there have died down quite a bit and I decided to join livejournal. I love my greatestjournla family, and I hope I'm just as welcome here. &

Complete

Mikey’s POV

“I think we should go to the bar tonight,” Frank suggested miserably to the rest of us. The members of both My Chemical Romance and The Used were hanging out at me and Gerard’s apartment like we normally did when both bands weren’t touring.


“Frank, I think that’s a great idea,” Gerard said with a smirk.

“Drinks?” Bert asked grinning broadly.

“I could do with a few,” Ray agreed with a chuckle.

“I’m sure we all could. Taste of Chaos was a beast, but I loved it,” Jeph said nodding.

“Then it’s settled, we’re going to the bar,” Quinn smiled getting up.


“Alright, we can spilt up into three cars. I’ll be the designated driver, so don’t worry about getting home,” I offered with a fake smile.

“Right, I suppose we can divide like we normally do. You, Gerard, and Bert in your car, Ray, Jeph, and Bob in Bob’s car, and me, Quinn, and Frank in Frank’s car,” Brandon told me.

I nodded and looked at Frank, who had been transfixed on me the whole time.

“Are you sure Mikey?” he asked with a more than friendly smile. “I could drive back and let you have a few. You’re always the designated driver.”


“It’s really okay Frankie, I don’t feel like drinking anyway,” I reassured him.

I really couldn’t get drunk, I’d do or say something stupid. Frank finding out that I liked him would be my downfall. I have to avoid drinking around him at all cost. When I’m drunk, I tend to act on my emotions. When I’m angry or upset I lash out at everyone even when they don’t do anything. When I’m sad, I go off by myself and sometimes the guys’ll find me crying. But the worst is when I like someone, especially when they’re around my drunken self, that’s the thing I regret in the morning. It’s only happened once, and when it did, it wasn’t pretty.


 Me and Gerard were at home having a few drinks with a few close friends. One being the only friend I had in highschool.

Debbie Kinler.

I had one to many drinks that night and everything went downhill from there.

“Deb…come here,” I laughed opening my arms. She walked over and I wrapped my arms around her waist.

“What Mikey?” She asked shifting uncomfortably.


“Let’s go upstairs and…” I smirked winking.

“Mikey, we’re friends. I don’t like you like that. We can’t,” she told me pulling away.

I snapped. “What the fuck, I thought you liked me!” I screamed getting angry. Gerard tried to calm me down, knowing how I am when I get drunk, but I wouldn’t listen to reason.

“Mike, I do, but not as a boyfriend,” she replied looking terrified.

Then I really began to lash out.

“Get out! Get out of my fucking house! I can’t stand you, bitch!” I screeched pointing to the door.

She began to cry. Gerard, who looked utterly embarrassed, walked over to her and whispered something into her ear
---

“I told her you were drunk and didn’t know what you were saying. I apologized and asked her to stay in the kitchen. Once I had talked you into going to bed, I went back to the kitchen and apologized again,” Gerard explained interrupting my flashback.

“How’d you know that’s what I was thinking about?” I asked feeling tears threaten to fall.

“What’s bothering you Mikey? You haven’t been yourself lately. Look, whatever it is, you can tell me. I love you kid, and I want to help. If you need to talk, I’m always here for you,” he replied patting my back.

He obviously hadn’t had anything to drink yet, because when he drinks, he’s normally a very giddy version of himself or shows no emotions at all.


“I really can’t,” I said asking the bartender for a coke equipped with a bendy straw.

“Is this about Frank?” he asked in a whisper.

“What do you mean, Gee?” I asked in return nervously.

“I see the way you look at him, I’m not stupid. We all know, even Bert and the other guys,” he explained looking understanding and ordering a drink.

“I don’t know what to do Gerard!” I said and we both got our drinks. “I can’t even sit next to him without spazzing out. I really care about him.”

“I can’t believe that’s your first one, babe!” Bert exclaimed kissing my brother’s cheek. I grimaced, it was still odd to me.

“The only thing I can say is tell her, Mikey. She can’t do anything about something she doesn’t know about,” Gerard winked.

“So you don’t mind?’ I asked nodding.

He shook his head and was pulled away by a very impatient, drunken Bert. I couldn’t tell him now, he was probably already drunk.

A couple of hours later, everyone but me was completely wasted. Bob, Ray, and Jeph had brought Quinn and Brandon home, so all that was left was me, Gerard, Bert and Frank.


Frank’s POV

The whole night was a complete waste. Once we had gotten to the bar, I realized I didn’t really want anything. I had one or two drinks because we were there, but it wasn’t enough to chase my troubles away. I was ready to go. Deciding the others may want to leave too, I went over and stood next to Mikey. I had been staring at him all night and I hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“Me and Bert want to go back to our place,” Gerard giggled raising his eyebrows and I saw Bert’s hand snake around his waist. “Are you ready to go?”

“No, but it’s okay,” I intervened. “I’ll take Mikey home,” and put my arms around Mikey’s neck.

“Are you sure Frank?” Gerard asked feeling Bert nip at his ear playfully and rub places that ought not be rubbed in public. “Bert!”

“Yeah, you two have ‘fun’,” I answered laughing.

“Fine,” Mikey agreed. “But whoever drives better not screw up my car.”

“I promise Bert won’t crash her,” Gerard said and Bert sent him an ‘I’m not driving’ look. “Bert you’re driving! You distract me while I’m driving. Don’t you remember what happened last time?”

“We didn’t crash though! And you can not deny that you didn’t enjoy my blow job!” Bert replied smirking.

“Of course I enjoyed it…but that’s besides the point, you’re driving!” Gerard
fussed.

“Alright,” said Bert giving in. Then he shot Gerard a suggestive look. “We’ll see you two in the morning.” They left and Mikey and I caught a fit of giggles.

“I knew they were fucking!” I exclaimed merrily.

“Supposedly the first time was an experiment and now they do it regularly,” he told me with a smile.

I truly loved it when he smiled. “They always deny it, but I knew the truth, and now I have
proof. Are you ready because we can go whenever. I don’t feel like drinking,” I said.

“You’re not alone, I didn’t even want to come. I’m not in the best of spirits,” he replied shrugging.

“I know how you feel. I thought going out would take my mind off of my troubles. It only made me feel worse,” I explained walking back to the car, Mikey close behind.

I went to get into the driver’s side, but Mikey interfered, and whispered, “I’ll drive.”


“Mikey, I can drive, I’ve only had two drinks. Besides, Gerard and Bert will be up all night. You can crash at my place if you want. I’m sure they won’t miss you much,” I said rubbing my eyes.

“If you don’t mind, I’d love to,” he responded.

I brightened significantly, “Of course not, I’d love to have you.”

We
both got in and I started the car. The radio came on, loud as all hell, catching me completely off guard. I cursed and began driving, lowering the radio so we could talk.

“Why have you stayed sober on all of our trips to the bar?” I asked nonchalantly.

“You know how I drink, with my motions on sleeve. I’ve been thinking a lot lately and it isn’t a good idea to drink with that much on my mind,” he answered. “See I’ve only just found out I really, really like this guys that will never like me back.”

“I know exactly how you feel, the guy I like can’t like me. I want to tell him so badly, but I’m afraid of rejection,” I replied.


We pulled into my driveway and went inside deciding that was the best place to continue our conversation.

“The guys I like is sexy and cool and would never like a dork like me, but I feel so incomplete without him,” he continued sitting on my couch.

“I know exactly what you mean. The guy I like is a bit on the nerdy side, but that’s what
I love about him. I’m so scared to lose him, but at the same time, I know he doesn’t care,” I said lying back on the cushions. “So, do you want the couch or my bed?”

Mikey’s POV

Realization dawned on me and I did the first thing I could think of. I kissed him. As soon as my lips touched his, I felt him kiss back.

“The bed?” Frankie asked with a sly grin.

“The bed sounds great,” I responded pulling his along with me to his bedroom. We fumbled onto the bed undressing eachother and we went, and like Gerard and Bert, we had a little fun.

&&

The next morning I woke up without my glasses, entangled in sheets and comforters, but no Frank.

“Frank?” I called rubbing my tired eyes.

“I’m right here Mike,” he replied coming from the living room and tackling me on his bed. We shared a few kisses and he began to speak again. “You’re brother called. He and Bert will be over soon, and don’t worry, they said you’re car is fine, but you may want to throw some clothes on.”

There was a knock at the door.

“Shit, forget clothes. Throw on some boxers, they’re here,” he told me with a
smug smile.

I did so, and a smile formed on my lips as I walked into the living room.

“Busy night bro?” I asked Gerard when they walked in.

He looked me up and down and said, “I could ask you the same thing.”

I walked up to Frank and put my arms around his waist from behind. “Maybe we got a bit carried away.”

Frank looked up at me and smiled and for the first time in a long time, I felt complete.

The End

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First Entry. Woah.
Hi.

It's 12:55.
I'm not tired.
Wow I love slash.
I'm listening to Amber Pacific.
This song needs to hurry and finish before I get tired.

Love you,
Dominique

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Title – Our Love Is Like A Board Game…
Author – Lupinlover03
Pairing – It’s VERY easy to find out, trust me.
Rating – PG… or really G.
Summary – Yesterday… we played board games… as all normal brothers at 8 and 11 do. You took out Candyland and some cards and these simple games preoccupied us for hours… Today, we’re still playing games... only now we’re older... and the risks are much higher…

 

 

But Tonight, We’re Just Lovers…

One-shot

Yesterday… we played board games… as all normal brothers at 8 and 11 do. You took out Candyland and some cards and these simple games preoccupied us for hours… Today, we’re still playing games... Only now we’re older... and the risks are much higher…

It feels as though just yesterday we were curled up in my room playing Candyland… our biggest fear being that Lord Licorice would catch us and send us back to the beginning of the board… Now and today… we’re much older and games like that seem like nothing compared to the things WE play.

I suppose that as we age… our strategies develop… and differ from those we built as adolescents. As a 27-year-old, I see the error of my naïve, 11-year-old self. My goal was simply to get my Princess Lolly… so that I could seduce Queen Frostine, which would lead my way to King Kandy. Little did I know… on this journey I would find out why the board was REALLY paved with rainbows. I didn’t need the Princess or Queen to win this game…

As a younger brother, you felt the need to beat me… it was competition you really wanted. A fair fight is what you expected, but being three years your superior, I cheated… because I always knew you’d forgive me.

As we huddled together warmly on my floor, you accused me of bending the high cards back so that I could reach the top first. Being as competitive as you were, you fought until I gave in and gave you an extra turn. You thought you were getting something out of the deal, but I was the one who would win in the end.

Now a day, when you catch me cheating, we don’t speak for weeks at a time. It’s harder to make you forgive me, but as always, you give in, and instead, give ME another shot. I always took your kindness for granted and today I still feel the guilt of knowing that I used you. Not that it ever stopped me before, but in regards to my love for you… it was real.

Our love… is a special thing. Unconventional, and illegal… to say the least, but special in so many ways. It started when we were younger… you were 7 and I was nearly 12 at the time. We had always been overly affectionate for our age… and gender. Whenever you were hurt or sick, I was the first person by your side; holding you close until you were better. Usually, this meant I caught the illness, too… and we’d stay home from school together while Mom and Dad were at work.

We’re still affectionate in our ways… and as we aged, our affection turned into passion. Our strategies are more ‘developed’ than ever. I know that by cheating on you, it may earn me the silent treatment for a few weeks, but when you forgive me… our passion and longing are at it’s peak. We get lost in eachother and forget everything else completely.

But today… is different, because today we decided it was time to get out the old board game and see how well we’ve mastered that winding rainbow… As you pull out the colored cards, I promise not to cheat… but you simply sigh and tell me, "Our love is like a board game… you WILL cheat and I WON’T win…"

*&*

Yeah.. this is it : ]

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