Sleeping With Ghosts

Mikey

I had no idea where to even start! About the best hope of getting Gerard out of that place was it burning to the ground. I didn't want it to sound that hopeless but it was true. I spent the next two or three days staying up late trying to figure out a loop hole that would get Gerard out of there. I thought maybe the 72 hour hold would be our best bet but Gerard got caught talking to himself so the doctors have determined to keep him there until he "recovered." I felt a twinge of guilt when I heard that, I also felt Brian pinch me hard on my arm like my brother would when I did something stupid or silly.

I could always tell when Gerard was unconscious, because Brian would then come to me. He'd rant and rave for a while then just sit and stare at me while I did homework or went over medical reviews and laws, trying to find anything that would get him out. About the only thing I could come up with was me saying that I'd lied about what Gerard said but even then he still got busted talking to himself so... It just wouldn't work. I sighed and suddenly threw the book across the room. "Dammit!" I screamed, then folded my arms on the desk and put my head down.

I could hear rather than see Brian get up as he said, "Something wrong?" "My brother has been committed for fucking a ghost and I was the one who ratted him out. What could possibly be wrong?" I asked. My voice wasn't as venomous as I thought it'd be, but God I was so tired! I suddenly felt arms around me, lifting me up. "Alright, to bed Michael." Brian said, pushing me over there. "Gotta help Gee." I muttered. "You're not helping anyone if you collapse and get sent to hospital." My eyelids fluttered a bit as he put me to bed, taking off my shoes after he'd laid me down. When he started working off my pants an odd thought struck me. "Why do you English people say 'hospital' instead of 'the hospital'?" "Probably because we realize there's more than one." Brian replied, smirking.

He was taking off my shirt and my glasses now, running his hand through my hair. "Mmm... Gee." Brian suddenly pulled back and said, "Gee? Michael are you crushing on your brother?" I sat up, fully awake now as I practically yelled, "No, never!" Brian was smirking again as he came back to the bed, sitting on the side. "You do don't you? You're lusting after your own brother!" "I would never- -" He cut me off, his index finger against my lips. "I don't care if you want to fuck your cat Michael, I have no hang ups whatsoever about sex. But don't lie to me about it. I can read your mind."

I gaped at him, saying, "How?" "Any ghost can. It's how we find out what's going to scare you away from our homes so you'll leave us in peace." "But you're not a real ghost." "No, I'm not, I told you I'm out on parole." "Parole from what?" Brian didn't answer. His hand slid from my lips to my chin and surprised me with a kiss. He was actually very gentle about it and with just a teasing of tongue. I sighed and opened my eyes to see him smiling at me. "Now I'm sure when Gerard hears about this he's going to be thrilled. He can't seem to help himself, he's attracted to anything male including you."

My eyes widened as I asked, "Really?" "Yes, I told you, I can read your mind. His too. And I know you two aren't in love with each other but stone cold agonizing lust... Which leaves one question." Brian said, smirking now. "What?" "Do you want to be a virgin when you go to your brother?" I think my heart might have stopped for a moment when he asked me that. "Would that be bad?" I asked him. "No, but it will hurt, and you won't enjoy that part. I know Gerard hated the initial pain but it's something every boy has to go through." Brian was now straddling my lap, leaning over to nip my earlobe. I shivered as he did that, he really knew what he was doing! He whispered to me, "Come on little boy... Want to know what it feels like to be a man?" I couldn't believe I was saying this, but... "Yes."

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