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mikey didnt consider himself catholic. or religious in any sense, for that matter. sure, he read the bible occasionally and went to church, but he didnt really believe any of what he heard. it was more of a spectacle for him, something fun to study and dissect with his brother in their free time.
mikey also did normal things in his free time, like practice bass and read comic books. and hang out with his very limited supply of friends, mostly his band. actually, only his band. he thought that was a bit pathetic but who was he to care? his bandmates were pretty cool, especially frank. mikey really looked up to the little guy.
but he set that admiration aside as the aforementioned guy sat next to him, cross legged on the floor, flipping lazily through one of mikeys comics. mikey was only slightly irked by the way frank was handling his precious book. mikey knew frank had no regard for other peoples possessions. mikey didnt have the guts to say anything about it.
frank tossed the book aside and glanced over at mikey while gesturing towards the television on his nightstand. "does this tv even work?"
"uh, yeah. do you think id keep a broken tv in my room? dumbass," mikey snorted.
frank rolled his eyes and punched mikeys shoulder playfully. "well, can you put something on? 's too fucking quiet in here."
mikey knew frank hated silence. he fumbled blindly around on his nightstand, snatching up the remote. he clicked it on, waiting a painful three seconds for the old thing to actually power on.
as the tv worked its way to life, mikey questioned frank. "so what d'ya wanna watch? ive got a few movies, but dunno what you like."
frank shrugged, "whatever you want. im not picky."
mikey rolled his eyes, he hated picking. he also knew frank hated picking. mikey seemed to know a lot about frank iero. the tv had finally turned on completely when mikey opened his eyes again. he flicked around and pressed a few buttons before pulling up some movie reminiscent of star wars. frank didnt seem very surprised by this pick.
"fuckin' nerd."
"fucking asshole," mikey shot back.
frank huffed and half-turned towards mikey, over exaggerating his faux anger. mikey knew frank wasnt easily irritable, so he grinned smugly.
"you and your stupid space movies," frank teased.
mikey gasped loudly and clutched his chest. "they are not stupid! you just have no class, frank."
"'no class' my ass! i know real cinema, like snow white," frank giggled.
mikey knew frank loved cheap horror. mikey cracked a smile and slapped franks leg playfully. frank slapped him back. mikey huffed and shoved frank, and frank shoved back.
"ouch! watch the shoulders, iero," mikey groaned.
frank just chuckled and pushed mikey onto his back, letting his upper body hover over mikeys. mikey blinked up at frank, giggling nervously.
mikey wasnt really intimidated by frank, even if the shorter boy did have intentions to hurt mikey, he was pretty sure he could overpower frank.
mikey wasnt really upset about the position he was in, either. he felt a rush in his skull that sent warmth through his arms and to his fingertips. mikey figured it was from hitting his head on the way down.
frank raised his hands over mikeys torso before diving them down, scratching them down his sides, tickling the other boy. mikey immediately snapped out of his thoughts and gasped, squirming away from franks hands.
mikey couldnt hold back his giggles as he pushed his arms up to try and shove frank off of him. frank only took advantage of their position, moving his hands to mikeys armpits, causing mikey to burst into full laughter. frank laughed back, ticking around mikeys neck and ears. mikey kicked his legs in no particular direction, just trying to wiggle away from frank.
"frank! quit it!" mikey giggled.
frank huffed as mikey accidentally kicked him square in the stomach. frank put one leg over mikeys, trying to restrain him.
mikey swallowed heavily. he simply wanted out of franks grip. thats why he grew red, from the laughter. not from the contact he didnt know he really wanted.
mikey kicked harder, accidentally pushing frank to straddle him. frank caught himself with his hands. that were planted on either side of mikeys head. no biggie.
frank laughed harder, tightening his knees around mikeys upper legs to keep him from thrashing around so much. mikey gasped and covered it up with a snort.
mikey felt the way franks hips moved with his own every time he tried to rock him off. mikey looked at frank, red-faced from the effort of tickling him.
"get- get off of me, asshole!" mikey huffed, rolling his lower body side to side in an attempt to knock frank off of him.
it worked, just not in the way mikey had intended.
franks hands slipped out from under him and his face landed right in the crook of mikeys neck, mouth flat against his collarbone.
mikey practically whimpered as franks teeth knocked against his neck. he knew it wasnt intentional. frank didnt mean to lay his full weight on him and bite him. mikey had done that unintentionally.
but that didnt stop him from turning bright red. a sinking feeling grew in his stomach.
mikey hadnt ever really seen how pretty frank was when he smiled genuinely. he didnt really have the opportunity to see it up close, considering how frank seemed to fancy mikeys brother more than him. mikey didnt really mind.
until now. mikey wanted to keep frank stuck to his chest forever, shaking with chuckles and happy jitters. the warmth frank emitted seeped deep into mikeys cold bones. or maybe that was just the boy starting to blush too much for his liking.
mikey pushed frank, groaning.
frank rolled off of mikey, laughing wildly.
"mike- mikey! youre so fuckin' stupid!" frank gasped out.
mikey stayed still on the floor, staring up at the ceiling fan spinning shakily above him. he managed to grin and retaliate.
"youre the stupid one! crawling all over me like a mad man, im gonna get you back for that."
frank giggled again and rested his head against the side of mikeys bed. mikey still didnt move.
mikey didnt move for a long time. frank didnt stop talking over the movie for a long time.
until he did stop, yawning for the third time in the past minute. mikey figured he was about to pass out for the night. he was grateful.
"mikes, im-" yawn. "im gonna head to bed, yeah? and im takin' your bed. sleep on the.." yawn. "floor."
frank climbed clumsily onto mikeys bed, tugging the batman comforter over his shoulders and curling up with them.
mikey thought he looked pretty, huddled up and smiling sleepily.
mikey hummed, "yeah, sure. sleep well dumbass."
"you, too, dumber-ass."
mikey snickered and crossed his arms over his chest. there was a lot he wasnt quite ready to unpack. he didnt really have the ability to stop his mind from starting to unpack. mikey huffed quietly.
mikey didnt consider himself homosexual. or any kind of gay, for that matter. he stuck to girls whenever he actually got the chance to get with someone, which wasnt as often as he wished. mikey didnt really feel attraction to boys.
mikey just felt admiration, that sinking feeling in his tummy every time one of his bandmates did something cool. or something typically attractive. mikey didnt think his guitarists were attractive. he just liked watching them succeed.
mikey got that feeling in his stomach whenever rays arms would flex as he played a solo, or when he would ruffle mikeys hair. mikey wasnt attracted to ray, he just got a little red because the boy he admired complimented him.
mikey got that feeling when frank fell to his knees on stage, sometimes looking up at him all sweaty and panting. mikey didnt find frank hot. mikey just liked watching frank get really into his element and have fun.
mikey got that feeling in his belly when he thought about that conventionally cute boy from his high school chemistry class. mikey just admired the way he excelled during labs, not the way the boy looked at him. mikey pondered why no girls tried to hook up with that boy.
mikey got that feeling whenever he saw anakin skywalker and christian bale and robin in that one specific batman movie. mikey couldnt really place why he felt that way. there wasnt much to admire there.
mikeys brain thought back to just an hour ago, when franks hot mouth fell onto his neck and his chest heaved against his own. mikey had gotten that feeling there, too. franks loud giggles right in his ear, his hot face rubbing against mikeys cheek.
mikey swallowed. he just admired how carefree frank was, not afraid to roughhouse and push mikey around.
franks giggles and oddly rough hands rang out on mikeys skull, bouncing around. it was like an earworm, a good song. a revolutionary song, one that would make your heart swell.
one you wouldnt forget.
mikey really, really wanted to forget. for his own sake. he didnt wanna think about frank.
he didnt wanna think about boys anymore.
mikey knew two things:
he wasnt gay, wasnt homo. mikey way wasnt a catholic, or a homosexual.