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Grumpily I rolled on my back to check what on earth had woken me up. Unfortunately, there was nothing in my proximity that looked suspicious enough to be the reason for my state of awakeness so I reached for Mikey to cuddle a bit more. Only to find his side of the bed empty. For good measure, I decided to slap a little bit around the blankets but nope, my boyfriend definitely wasn’t lying next to me. Damn.
Naturall, I groaned and glanced at the clock on our bedside table, checking how long I would get away with hiding and pretending to sleep. And shot up the next second. Shit, the boys would come over in a few if they weren’t already there. I listened closely but couldn’t make out voices. I sighed in relief, got up and started getting dressed.
While putting on my bra, I noticed something on my boob. Examining it closer I went to the large mirror on our closet and stared in disbelief at my body.
"Michael James Way!"
Hickeys.
And not only on my neck, no they were all over my body, on my stomach, my boobs, my neck and my jaw.
I was so going to kill him. Not only were they all over me, no, that man knew how to make them last as well. Deep red and purple spots were glaring at me. Only a lot of foundation and prayer would fix this. Which required time I did not want to cut from my sleep schedule.
I stormed out of our bedroom, down the stairs only in my jeans and bra. "Mikey, what the fuck? I told you, I have work tomorrow and I’m really not in the mood to cover-”
"Hey, nice hickeys, Y/N!" Frank’s voice had me stop short in my rambling. The laughter he was holding back was more than a little obvious though he was keeping it contained heroically. Gerard and Ray weren’t so nice and just kept giggling hysterically. Mikey - the coward - hid behind his brother, a sheepish smile on his face. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to claw it off or save my dignity.
"Good morning, honey?" he asked with a little step towards me. It seemed like he was actually a little scared of me. Good.
"Had fun?" Gerard intervened, tears of laughter in his eyes.
Yep, clawing eyes sounded pretty reasonable right now. I put on my most intimidating face and crossed my arms. Which - as I realized belatedly - only pushed my boobs out of my bra and right into their faces. Their eyes dropped at once. I glared at all of them, making them shrink down visibly in their seats.
"You wanna say something too, Ray?" I asked the only person who hadn’t spoken yet.
"Uh um, do you want some coffee?" the stutter was adorable, I had to admit. I smiled brightly at him. "Fantastic idea, gimme a second, I'll be right back"
I wasn’t actually mad or even embarrassed; they had done and seen way more weird shit. But scaring them a bit didn’t hurt and was pretty funny.
Walking into the kitchen, I spoke in my sweetest voice knowing it would terrify all of them. My back was turned but I could practically feel their faces, "Mikey, could you quickly come with me?"
I heard Gerard saying "Was great having you as a brother" and the other muttering condolences. Now I seriously had to suppress my laughter.
Mikey closed the kitchen door behind him and played nervously with his fingers. "Uhm, look babe, you know I love you and you know I love your body…"
Now I couldn’t stop myself and giggled. I had never seen Mikey that nervous about something so trivial and frankly, it was hilarious. If I had known that I could be this intimidating I would have used it more often.
"Baby, I'm not mad, calm down. Oh god, your faces!" I laughed hysterically, clutching my stomach. So what, maybe I was working on a little too little sleep?
"Fuck, you really had us back there. Was working on my will already when you stormed in with that face," he said relieved and chuckled.
I walked up to him and kissed him. His arms snaked around my naked waist and pulled me closer.
"Morning, Mikey" I whispered against his lips. He smiled and brushed them over mine before pulling away and giving me a cup of coffee.
Just as I took it, a cold gust of air came through the open window and had me shivering violently. Oh, right I ran down without any kind of shirt. Luckily Mikey noticed immediately and handed me his hoodie wordlessly. I pulled on and gave him the first real smile of the day. "Thanks honey"
We walked back in the living room and were greeted by three excited faces.
"What do you want now?" I asked, chuckling.
Frank jumped from his place and hugged Mikey overenthusiastic. "You survived!" he exclaimed loudly. I fell into another fit of laughter, the band joining me.
"Yes, he did but one more word about Mikey’s freestyle art and I can’t promise anyone’s safety" I threatened playfully. They nodded simultaneously and looked at me with puppy eyes.
"What now?" I wanted to know.
"Where’s the coffee?" Gerard asked innocently.
These men and their coffee. They were like vampires except they drank coffee and not blood. Coffee-vampires? Did they exist? Probably, considering there were four of them in front of me.
"I'll be right back" And back to the kitchen it was.
"Hope you guys used protection, I don’t wanna be an uncle yet" I heard Gerard's muffled voice matter-of-factly and shortly after a smacking sound followed by an angered "Ouch!! Mikey, you ass!" and then: "What? It's true! Frank, help me!"
I giggled to myself. God, I loved these idiots.