Mikey follows him to the bed, shirt still brushing against the tops of his thighs, watching the movement of Gerard's muscles under bare skin. He stands at the edge, looking down at Gerard looking back up at him. There's no worry or hesitation in his voice, not even anger. Just strict calm, icy in its completeness. "I'm not going to touch you, Gerard. Do you know why?"
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Date: 2008-03-08 05:04 am (UTC)