The Cottage. {part two of five}
Title:: The Cottage {part two of five}
Author:: _ohholyfoolsx
Pairing:: Mikey and Pete
Rating:: It's a very mild fic.
POV:: 3rd Person
Summary:: Pete and Mikey don't feel they need to spend secluded time together, but when Gerard suggests it and wants them too, who are they to try and refuse? Quinn gives them a pair of keys and it's off to Florida.
Disclaimer:: Untrue.
Author's Notes:: Goes Along with this fic, which is part one:
http://users.livejournal.com/_ohholyfoolsx/8170.html#cutid1
The sun poured from the sky graciously, heating up the sand and the skin and the ocean and the grass and him and his boyfriend. Three in the after noon with nothing to do but sit back and dream and think and be in the ocean and watch the waves of salt water as they rippled gently on the ocean floor, across his boyfriend's feet as he walked along the shore, collecting sea shells to take home.
Mikey was lounging in a chair near the middle of the beach, his bare chest cooking under the sun while his feet gently played in a pile of sand Pete had made earlier. The wind blew gently, mussing his hair and creating a gentle ripple in his pale blue shorts as he squinted up at the sun through his enormous sun glasses lenses.
It was the middle of the afternoon and the third day they'd been on the beach, silent towards each other. The day before they'd come up, Gerard had suggested they get some away time before the new tour started, although he hadn't had any place in mind besides the lake they always went to, every summer, but Pete had whined and groaned that loading everyone in the car, driving up there, going into the city for booze, and then driving back without being noticed and attacked was too much work and he really wanted to spend time at a beach anyways.
So there they were.
After their last summer at the lake, Pete and Mikey had become closer then ever. They spent every waking moment together, holding hands, walking, going to each others shows, sleeping over, watching movies, eating out and in; just enjoying the feeling of being in each other's company. Mikey had been glowing with happiness at every show of Pete's he was at and Pete was so encouraging at every show that Mikey played at.
This was their get-away time and they'd left the next morning after listening to Gerard go on about how they spent too much time working on music and not enough on their relationship. Pete looked at Mikey, who looked at Pete, who shrugged; they both agreed that they spent plenty of time together and were more in love now than they ever were. Gerard shook his head and walked away while Mikey and Pete started to plan where they'd take off too and who they'd tell.
Mikey knew this small resort in the Dominican that was fairly out of the way, but Pete didn't like the thought of naked woman walking around because breasts were weird. Pete suggested the lake, but without the guys and Mikey said that he felt like going to a beach as well. Quinn walked in and said his family owned a private beach and their cottage was pretty fun.
One phone call was all it took before Mikey packed up his shit and ran over to the Fall Out Boy bus to say goodbye to the guys and help Pete. So, cottage key in hand, along with sun screen, iPods, cell phones and diet coke, they were on the earliest possible flight to Florida. By the time they'd gotten there, the sky was covered in clouds and it was beginning to turn dark, so Pete said a hotel might be a good choice. They bunked there for the night and watched a movie before packing it up and heading to Quinn's cottage for a week or so.
The sun was shining, there wasn't a cloud in the sky for miles and Pete was grinning from ear to ear, flashing that famous smile and forgetting about all the internet rumours and gossip surrounding both of them for just an instant, but in that instant, they both felt infinite. Nothing could touch them here, nothing. It wasn't like the lake; they weren't surrounded by all their friends, fake smiles plastered on their faces when they weren't having a good time or someone had dumped out their last beer. Even though hardly a word was spoken since they reached the beautifully built, wooden cottage, there weren't really any words that needed to be said. They had it all, and it was gorgeous.
Pete was farther down the beach now, still putting little pieces of shells and glass into his red plastic bucket, his Clandestine shirt hanging loosely, shifting in the breeze as he bent over, his soft tanned skin reflecting sunlight. Mikey leaned back in his chair and sighed, breathing out warm air and inhaling warmer. Sure, it was hot, but it was the first time in a long while Mikey felt as though everything was going to be ok.
After the very horrible and very public break up with his fiancée, Alicia, he'd found it hard getting back into a relationship. Of course, he'd known Pete for years, and the prospect had been floating around the internet for a while, but to actually get out there and be with him was another thing. They'd somehow figured it out and made it work, like a silent agreement they'd come upon after their first night together. A smile here and there and Pete would slip his hand into Mikey's and they'd become a couple, walking slightly ahead and to the left of Gerard while he rolled his eyes and whispered to Frank that he always knew it was going to happen.
Pete walked back slowly, his feet leaving deep trails in the white sand. Mikey sat up and passed him a beer from the cooler next to him, the silence amicable between them.
Suddenly, Pete spoke. "Mikey, is it always going to be like this?" he said with a wistful sigh, turning his head to face his boyfriend, who was staring out into the ocean.
"Only if we make it, kiddo." Mikey replied with a grin, pulling Pete down and kissing him gently on the lips. "And we'll make it, I swear."
Pete dropped his bucket of shells into the sand and ignored them as they tumbled out onto the sand.
Author:: _ohholyfoolsx
Pairing:: Mikey and Pete
Rating:: It's a very mild fic.
POV:: 3rd Person
Summary:: Pete and Mikey don't feel they need to spend secluded time together, but when Gerard suggests it and wants them too, who are they to try and refuse? Quinn gives them a pair of keys and it's off to Florida.
Disclaimer:: Untrue.
Author's Notes:: Goes Along with this fic, which is part one:
http://users.livejournal.com/_ohholyfoolsx/8170.html#cutid1
The sun poured from the sky graciously, heating up the sand and the skin and the ocean and the grass and him and his boyfriend. Three in the after noon with nothing to do but sit back and dream and think and be in the ocean and watch the waves of salt water as they rippled gently on the ocean floor, across his boyfriend's feet as he walked along the shore, collecting sea shells to take home.
Mikey was lounging in a chair near the middle of the beach, his bare chest cooking under the sun while his feet gently played in a pile of sand Pete had made earlier. The wind blew gently, mussing his hair and creating a gentle ripple in his pale blue shorts as he squinted up at the sun through his enormous sun glasses lenses.
It was the middle of the afternoon and the third day they'd been on the beach, silent towards each other. The day before they'd come up, Gerard had suggested they get some away time before the new tour started, although he hadn't had any place in mind besides the lake they always went to, every summer, but Pete had whined and groaned that loading everyone in the car, driving up there, going into the city for booze, and then driving back without being noticed and attacked was too much work and he really wanted to spend time at a beach anyways.
So there they were.
After their last summer at the lake, Pete and Mikey had become closer then ever. They spent every waking moment together, holding hands, walking, going to each others shows, sleeping over, watching movies, eating out and in; just enjoying the feeling of being in each other's company. Mikey had been glowing with happiness at every show of Pete's he was at and Pete was so encouraging at every show that Mikey played at.
This was their get-away time and they'd left the next morning after listening to Gerard go on about how they spent too much time working on music and not enough on their relationship. Pete looked at Mikey, who looked at Pete, who shrugged; they both agreed that they spent plenty of time together and were more in love now than they ever were. Gerard shook his head and walked away while Mikey and Pete started to plan where they'd take off too and who they'd tell.
Mikey knew this small resort in the Dominican that was fairly out of the way, but Pete didn't like the thought of naked woman walking around because breasts were weird. Pete suggested the lake, but without the guys and Mikey said that he felt like going to a beach as well. Quinn walked in and said his family owned a private beach and their cottage was pretty fun.
One phone call was all it took before Mikey packed up his shit and ran over to the Fall Out Boy bus to say goodbye to the guys and help Pete. So, cottage key in hand, along with sun screen, iPods, cell phones and diet coke, they were on the earliest possible flight to Florida. By the time they'd gotten there, the sky was covered in clouds and it was beginning to turn dark, so Pete said a hotel might be a good choice. They bunked there for the night and watched a movie before packing it up and heading to Quinn's cottage for a week or so.
The sun was shining, there wasn't a cloud in the sky for miles and Pete was grinning from ear to ear, flashing that famous smile and forgetting about all the internet rumours and gossip surrounding both of them for just an instant, but in that instant, they both felt infinite. Nothing could touch them here, nothing. It wasn't like the lake; they weren't surrounded by all their friends, fake smiles plastered on their faces when they weren't having a good time or someone had dumped out their last beer. Even though hardly a word was spoken since they reached the beautifully built, wooden cottage, there weren't really any words that needed to be said. They had it all, and it was gorgeous.
Pete was farther down the beach now, still putting little pieces of shells and glass into his red plastic bucket, his Clandestine shirt hanging loosely, shifting in the breeze as he bent over, his soft tanned skin reflecting sunlight. Mikey leaned back in his chair and sighed, breathing out warm air and inhaling warmer. Sure, it was hot, but it was the first time in a long while Mikey felt as though everything was going to be ok.
After the very horrible and very public break up with his fiancée, Alicia, he'd found it hard getting back into a relationship. Of course, he'd known Pete for years, and the prospect had been floating around the internet for a while, but to actually get out there and be with him was another thing. They'd somehow figured it out and made it work, like a silent agreement they'd come upon after their first night together. A smile here and there and Pete would slip his hand into Mikey's and they'd become a couple, walking slightly ahead and to the left of Gerard while he rolled his eyes and whispered to Frank that he always knew it was going to happen.
Pete walked back slowly, his feet leaving deep trails in the white sand. Mikey sat up and passed him a beer from the cooler next to him, the silence amicable between them.
Suddenly, Pete spoke. "Mikey, is it always going to be like this?" he said with a wistful sigh, turning his head to face his boyfriend, who was staring out into the ocean.
"Only if we make it, kiddo." Mikey replied with a grin, pulling Pete down and kissing him gently on the lips. "And we'll make it, I swear."
Pete dropped his bucket of shells into the sand and ignored them as they tumbled out onto the sand.