Here's Part 2, I hope you enjoy it! :D

(Also, go listen to Cry Thunder by Dragonforce. Go on. It's awesome :P )

Chapter 6, Part 2 (Frank's POV)

"M-Michael...? Oh, is it you?" It shocked me as to how much my voice was trembling, but I tried to remain composed. And shit, I really am upset. I never call him Michael, ever.

"Yeah, yeah it's me. Are you okay, dude?" he replied, a soothing tone laced within his voice. I could almost feel Mikey's sympathetic eyes looking deep within me, so I took a deep breath and answered him.

"No. Gerard's gone. He turned himself in. I'm scared I'll never see him again, Mikes. I love him too much to ever lose him" I wept.

"Whoa... So, are you going to let me in or what?" Mikey asked, and I had to let the man in. I may be a complete emotional wreck, but I still have manners. I opened the door tentatively and let him in, stepping aside so he could walk in. He raised his arms and I immediately clung onto his bony frame, holding him tight, his solid, steady heartbeat calming me down. "It's okay... Sshh... I got you" Mikey soothed, one arm wrapped around me, the other raised so he could stroke my hair delicately. I felt so warm in Mikey's arms. He'd make a great father, I thought as I remained close to him.

"You're so comfy" I smiled, my face immediately burning up.

"Haha. Thanks... I guess" Mikey giggled back, loosening his grip on me slightly.

"I just... I'm petrified of losing him, Mikey." I said softly, keeping a firm grip on Mikey's waist.

"Don't be. I know my brother. And I can tell, he loves you. He loves you more than anything. And no amount of cellmate ass will change that"

I giggled slightly. "Then answer me this. If I'm still terrified of losing Gerard..." I went on a slight tiptoe and put my quivering lips close to his ear, "...Then why do I still want you?".

I had to face facts. I love Gerard; that's obvious. But Mikey... There was a dark lust brewing inside me for that man. The younger brother. The feisty, cheeky, dangerously alluring, younger brother. A man who, on first impressions, comes across as a shy, timid, awkward person. But show him a bedroom and things... Change. In college, when we were both sophomores, we were known by two names; I was 'The Energy', and he was 'The Bike'. I was called that because I used to have unlimited amounts of energy and enthusiasm for everything I took part in. Mikey's, however, is pretty much self-explanatory. Everybody had taken a ride on 'The Bike': sophomores, juniors, sometimes even freshmen and seniors. When we became juniors, our names were dropped and we were allowed to get on with our lives as normal. Well, he was...

Flashback - Monday 19th June, 2006

"Hey, Cyclist!"

"Good luck in the Tour de France, Bike Rider!"

"Do you like riding bikes, Iero?"

The taunts went on and on. I go out with Mikey - so what? He dropped that slutty bullshit in juniors. Just because he has a reputation doesn't mean I should get the stick for it.

"Hey, sexy" a voice purred behind me. Mikey.

"Heeyyy" I said low and seductively, smirking, a mischievous glint in my eye.

"How is my favourite Italian?" he giggled back, holding me softly.

I lifted my arms up and put my index fingers on either side of my head, curling them, making a lame impression of horns. It was our little sign to tell one another we were horny without anyone knowing. "What about you, sweetheart?"

He mirrored my lame horn impression and giggled loudly. "Gary was watching porn at 2am this morning. Morning wood ever since. Your excuse?"

Gary was his porn-obsessed roommate. He claims he knows him from his old band, Psychosis Beta, but I know for a fact he was one of his old fucks he stayed in touch with. "I was looking through my cell this morning and I found out I still have That Photo of you"

'That Photo' was a photo I took of him shortly after our first time. He was laying down, hands behind his head, with a big smile on his face and his black hair was stuck to his chiselled cheekbones. His glasses were resting on his chest and his whole torso is illuminated with the combination of sweat and camera flash. He was laying on his jet black blanket, which helped his pale body to stand out in the photo.

"Ohh, I know the one. So, do you have any important lessons today?"

"They're all important apart from Period 5. Why?"

"I hear the janitor's cupboard on 3rd floor is surprisingly roomy"

Yeah, me and Mikey had a fling. Well, I say fling, I mean a very long fling that lasted 5 months.

"Um... Hello...?" Mikey said to me, waving a hand in front of my face. I didn't even notice him let go of me.

"Sorry... I was just remembering junior year..." I said lamely, my face turning crimson. I had to check something. I whipped out my cell frantically and clicked on the menu button. I have kept the exact same cellphone since I started freshman year, so it was worth a shot.

Open Gallery.
Click on 'Memories'.
Click on 'Mikey '

"Oh my god" I breathed, staring at the screen before me.

"What is it, Frankie?"

"I still have it"

"Still have what?"

He's obviously slow today. "That Photo"

"So... Oh. Oh that. Oh my gosh!" Hallelujah, he remembered. "And how do you feel now?" he purred back. I know that tone of voice. I know that smirk.

He knows what's coming.

I raised my arms, put my index fingers on each side of my head and curled them forward.

OOOOOOHH! Will Mikey take advantage of this situation he's suddenly found himself in?

Sorry for the cliffhanger! And, oh dear lord, this chapter's short as fuck! Ah well. I hope you've enjoyed it nonetheless.

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