Saturday Morning- Waycest

"Who wants the last bit of coffee? Oh, I do!" Mikey shouted through the house on Saturday morning, chuckling to himself as he tipped the contents of the coffee pot into his mug. Just as it drained completely a familiar slam echoed from the basement, and Mikey smirked eagerly in anticipation.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" A dervish of black and white whirled into the room, plowing into Mikey and snatching the mug away.

"Gerard!" Mikey scolded, grabbing an errant sleeve and pulling the spinning mass to a stop.

A tall, pale boy with messy onyx hair appeared out of the mass, grinning sheepishly and clutching the coffee high above his head.

"Give it back, Gee," Mikey pleaded, jumping up and trying to take his mug.

"No can do, bro," Gerard chuckled, backing away to the counter, which he sat upon. He took a huge sip of the coffee, causing Mikey to whimper.

"Nooo, Gerry, that's mine," Mikey whined, stomping loudly and flailing his arms as his own version of a temper tantrum.

"Not anymore!" Gerard sang, taking another swig.

"Pleeeeaaaaseee," Mikey begged, falling to the floor at his brother's feet. He tugged at Gerard's ankles, making his eyes go as wide and as sad as he could. He jutted out his bottom lip as well, completing the puppy-dog face as it began to tremble.

"Oh Mikey, not the face," Gerard sighed, closing his eyes. Mikey just sniffled, yanking harder at his brother's legs. "Mikey, don't do this to me," he warned, trying to pull away from the younger boy.

"I just want my coffee, Gee," Mikey mumbled, sounding like he was about to cry.

"Mikeyyy," Gerard moaned, hopping off the counter. Mikey stood, smile spreading slightly. The face always worked.

"Okay, you can have your coffee back, but you have to give me something in exchange," the older boy offered, tugging a lock of Mikey's ruffled hair.

"What do you want?" Mikey asked, smile now a full-blown grin. He knew where this was going.

"Oh I don't know; surprise me," Gerard smirked back. He closed his eyes, putting down the coffee mug, waiting.

Mikey stepped forward slowly, looking curiously up into Gerard's face. Gerard felt his brother's breath over his lips, and he opened his mouth slightly. Mikey swallowed, hesitating for a moment, before touching his lips to Gerard's.

Gerard sighed, reaching for Mikey's slender waist. After a moment, however, he found himself grasping at empty air. His eyes popped open just in time to see Mikey dashing out of the kitchen, coffee mug clutched tightly in his hands.

"Mikey! Get back here!" He yelled, hurrying after the younger boy. He grinned at Mikey's responding giggle. The two chased each other all over the house, playing long after the coffee was gone. All they while they couldn't help but think how much they loved their Saturday morning traditions.