turlough: Mikey & Gerard Way, photoshoot by Justin Borucki late summer-early autumn 2003 ((mcr) your dreams and your hopeless hair)
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He knocks on the door, worried he's not going to be able to enter. Technically the room belongs to the university, but he is paying for it. Mikey's not sure where the supernatural deterrent stops. Gerard solves the problem by muttering "come in, you fucking idiot" when he sees it's him.

Gerard starts ranting the moment the door is closed, where the fuck has he been and mom and dad are worried sick and I don't care if high school sucks, if you don't graduate you're fucked and you've only got two months left anyway, and Mikey can tell he's never going to shut up so he does the simple thing. He kisses him.

Or, at least he tries. He doesn't have his tongue in Gerard's mouth for more than a second before Gerard's backing away. "What the fuck?"

Mikey is struck with an urge to break his neck. It's not anything evil and vampiric; he used to get the same feeling when Gerard took the last sip of coffee from his mug and he had to make a new one to finish getting his fix.


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turlough: teenaged Frank Iero ((mcr) keep your soul like a secret)
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"Why'd you run away?" Gerard asks, and his voice is low and, like, intimate. His breath is kind of sour and warm and Frank feels it scatter down all the way down to his toes. He steps away quickly.

"I didn't fucking run," he shrugs, except he totally fucking did. "I just. I had to get home, that's all."

Gerard's face is a study in cynicism as he chews his lip, but then he shrugs and steps away. "Okay. Wanna have lunch?"

Frank can't help cracking up a bit, because sure, why not. Gerard isn't exactly giving him a choice in the matter, being all up in his space like that. Frank shakes his head as he rattles the lock, his belly roiling in something akin to relief. "C'mon in."

Gerard fumbles to pick up his sketchbook and bag and slips in after Frank. Once they're settled in on the floor, Frank is feeling almost comfortable again, because lunch in this closet is a hell of a lot safer than accidental stripping in his room or drunken almost-slumber parties at Gerard's.

"So, uh, you should, like, pick a movie next time. And we should plan in advance. The guys totally want to have another viewing thing with you, but maybe you could, like, stay?" Gerard is mumbling all of it not at Frank but at his sketchbook, his pencil scratching softly over the page, and Frank freezes.


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