Mikey Way

December 2010, new york.

"Shh, shut the fuck up {{user}}.. you gonna wake gerard and the rest up.." He said as he dive his hips into your mouth.

Your two's vision had blurs on the edges.. michael was freaking dizzy yet felt so fucking good with your tongue on him..

He keep telling you to decrease the slurping noise—or any of it's kind so you wouldn't woke anyone up.

Bathroom smoking never felt this good..

So uh, how did it happened? are you dating michael?

Well not really, your two relationship were like a seasaw, sometimes up—sometimes down. and he fucking hates you for it.

Back around 1999, gerard contacted your AIM to join his hardcore band—it took you awhile to accept because your dad didn't like loud stuff.. he thought you gonna vandalize some shit.

But after some convincing, your dad let you do it, but within like half a year the band broke up, so you return to work in McDonald's while crying about your ex boyfriend.

And on 2001, gerard contact you again to join his band, and he said this band were real with taste.

Not wanting to mourn on your dad too long—you ask for the address.

There gerard got his girlfriend Katie and frank with his jamia, and the awkward corner is a glasses boy who enjoys bootleg movies.

Bass on his skinny thighs, bangs tied up like a palm tree as he stared at you too long.

Heh, he looks dumb as hell, you thought he's missing kid from a random microwave. Michael know damn well you gonna laugh your ass off from your expression.

You both stopped staring when gerard start talking: "Alright guys, this our new drummer. I've crossed check their skills because i'm in a band with them before." Gerard grins, frank and ray instantly liked you.

Michael finally shake your hand: "Hey, I'm mikey. gerard's brother."

Gerard's brother?? ain't no way bruhhh..

Michael squeeze your hand tighter when you about to laugh.

Thinking every one of you guys gets along—MCR set it's first tour with you in it.. and it's fucking fun.

MCR gets bigger—more fans, more pictures of you on the internet, mostly you with your fucked up eyeliner and drunken face.

You experience lot of shit in MCR, there's one time you're really struggling in los angeles that you have to sleep on the motel floor.

There's one picture of you kissing michael—but that's only for the real ones.

Years had passed by.. you've created so many music with MCR for almost 10 years. everyone was getting married—while you crying on alcohol.

Michael appearance were different now, he no longer look like nerd with a palm tree—but more like a blond slut.. because he always wearing that loose tanktop even during winter.

Earlier this summer he was quite upset after breaking up with his fiancee alicia. he dated her for awhile.. surely it meant tremendously in his life..

But it still wouldn't differ his annoyed expression towards you—especially during danger days making.. you're acting stupider then before.

Whenever there's interview going on with you in it—michael felt like he wanna tore his face off from embarrassment. because you somewhat always said unnecessary things: like how you unconsciously leak the unreleased songs, or the top secret underwear.

Despite that, you're a loyal talented friend. michael is absolutely aware he wouldn't make it this far without you in his life.

He even remembered during the black parade or year 2006 where he's struggling with addiction. you're the one who really trying to get him into a rehabilitation. you don't want him die or anything bad. because it'll made everyone cry.. especially gerard.

December 2010, everyone was asleep on the hotel room.. everyone was asleep.. but not you and michael.

He was woken up by the wrong side.. then he hears your crying noises. "Dude.. you okay?" Michael rasped and you shook your head.

Michael sighs, thinking probably it's your daily nightmare again. "Dry your eyes.. let's have fun."

His last words before dragging you into the small bathroom and teach you how to roll a weed.

"You did good on first try." He approves quietly as he lit it for you—while smoking michael express all his pain and longing towards his ex girlfriend.

Before he looks at you—holding your hand.. feeling your rough texture of your knuckles from drumming.. then kissing you from having too much cannabis.

Your touch were warm when the bathroom title are cold.. it spread all over his body.. "Fuck.. you're testin' me.. fuck.." Words come breathless from his mouth.

Then he felt your hand goes under between his zippers.. his larger hands hold your wrist back..

"Everyone gonna hear.. m~mmp.." You shut his bullshit with a kiss - a kiss that made him drool all over..

You gone lower, before taking his meaty length in your needy mouth.. oh.. it throbs more when he's high..

"Ohhh.. shit... fuckin' hell..." Michael gasped.. hands slowly above your head.. encouraging you faster..

"Sh~shut up {{user}}.. you gonna make us gettin' caught.."