Home {part 3 of 5}
Title:: Home {part 3 of 5}
Author:: _ohholyfoolsx
Pairing:: Mikey and Pete
Rating:: It's a very mild fic.
POV:: 3rd Person
Summary:: After their fun at the beach, Mikey and Pete come home only to be separated for a longer period of time. They both take a short break from recording, deciding the silence of Mikey's apartment was the only luxury they'd get right then. Pete sleeps while Mikey thinks back on their relationship.
Disclaimer:: Untrue.
Author's Notes:: Goes Along with this fic, which is part one:
http://users.livejournal.com/_ohholyfoolsx/8170.html#cutid1
And this, which is part two:
http://users.livejournal.com/_ohholyfoolsx/10646.html#cutid1
Dedications:: xburningcites for just being so damn cool and inspiring Egotistical. Also, morbidxlikexme for having an e-mail arguement with me which resulted in us becoming friends. :)
Home. The warmth of the fire slowly moved from his feet to his legs, chest, and head as he gently twirled his fingers in his boyfriends hair while he slept, tired of writing and playing like he had been for the past few weeks, with and without his band. This was the first time since the cottage that they'd really spent time together and it was putting a slight strain on their relationship, but not enough to break them up. Never enough to break them up.
Passion had ignited on the sandy beaches of Florida and they'd had to take the sheets into the nearest town to a laundry-mat and get them washed before flying back to New York to record some stuff. They'd separated as soon as they reached the airport, Pete flying back to L.A to record some stuff for the new album and Mikey going right into their New York studio, bass in hand to begin working with his band on the new album.
Since the week and a half spent at the cottage, they'd seen each other once at an award show, once at the after party and even then had to stay away to avoid publicity and people finding out, once at the release of Fall Out Boy's new album, and once at a very drunken media party Gerard had thrown together last minute to get Bert in the same room with him somewhere. They'd spent the whole night standing five feet apart, looking at each other, sipping drinks slowly and making secret plans to take the other one home before it was too late.
Two weeks after that party and there they were, both exhausted, both craving each other's touch, both longing for time together like they had at the lake and the beach. As soon as they'd finished watched their movie together and Pete had lain in his arms, sleep had touched the other bassist and he curled up in Mikey's lap, muttering softly to himself like he always did.
Mikey remember their first time sleeping together. He'd been woken up by Pete who'd hit him gently on the shoulder, talking in his sleep about how he really only wanted a cheeseburger and that he'd give up music, love, everything, for a bite of a cheeseburger. That had sent Mikey into a fit of laughter, shaking so much that Pete's eyes sprang open and he looked around wildly for what had woken him up. He looked up at Mikey, his face turning red in an instant, and he curled back up to go to sleep.
Mikey gently shook Pete now, waking him up gently and smiling as he snuggled closer, wrapping his strong bassist's arms around Mikey's thin bassist body. He slowly opened his eyes, returning Mikey's smile and enjoying the warmth still radiating from the fire that had been out for a while now.
"What do you want to do?" Pete asked sleepily, knowing that while Mikey was still pretty comfortable there, he probably want to be out and moving and enjoying the time they had together rather then sleeping on the carpeted floor of their apartment. Mikey grinned, and Pete knew he'd guessed right, just like he knew a lot about Mikey just by making educated assumptions.
A month or so after they'd first met, they'd ended up playing at a New Jersey venue and the two had become inseparable. Mikey had still been engaged to 'that slut Alicia' and Pete resented her after discovering that Mikey had been in gay relationships and was possibly still bisexual. Pete and Mikey had gone to dinner that night, just the two of them, deciding that pizza was better then what everyone else wanted, sushi, and while Mikey had been in the bathroom, Pete had ordered.
The pizza arrived promptly 20 minutes later, followed by some diet Dr Pepper. Mikey laughed. "How did you know?"
Pete smiled and took a sip of his own drink. "We seem to be a lot alike, so I just ordered what I liked, added something I've seen you eat before and just went with it." Mikey laughed and they spent the rest of the evening talking about Gerard and his obvious need for a shower.
Mikey laughed this time, like he had that night and rubbed Pete's back. "We could hit up the local McDonald's?" the look on Pete's face was enough to tell Mikey that fast food was obviously out of the question. "We could go back to record some more tracks?"
"Ha! You won't be seeing me in L.A near that goddamn studio for another couple months if I can help it." He sat up and fixed his shirt, rubbing his warm face and watching Mikey. "What about the Cafe around the corner?"
Mikey rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that would be an option if I didn't have a million fans camping out there because they know I adore the coffee they serve. I don't want to deal with them right now. They're sweet, but no thanks." Pete nodded in agreement; the fans had been crazy lately since they knew both bands were in the process of releasing new albums. Mikey nodded back at him and sighed; they probably wouldn't be leaving the apartment for a while now.
"I could cook for you." Pete said, thinking to himself.
"I'm not in the mood for Kraft Dinner," was Mikey's automatic reply. Pete looked at him, wide-eyed and innocent as if he'd never dreamed of such a thing. "How about I cook for the both of us and we can have some... stir fry? Quesadilla? Toast?" Pete laughed and smacked him.
"You're not a better cook than I am, you loser." Mikey took mock offense and pouted, turning away from Pete, only to receive a mini-wedgie in return. He turned around and planted his lips right on Pete's, putting a stop to the torment instantly. Pete returned his kiss passionately and wrapped his tattooed arms around Mikey's neck, playing with his hair as they fought for dominance in each others mouths. Mikey chuckled as Pete's groaned softly, taking one hand from his boyfriend's hair and playing with his shirt.
Mikey pulled away and gestured down the hall towards his bedroom. "Or," he began, kissing Pete once more. "We could stay in and make our own fun."
Pete's eyes shone and instantly he was up, pulling Mikey to his feet. "You always did have the best ideas."
Mikey laughed and followed his boyfriend down the hall and into their pink bedroom.
Author:: _ohholyfoolsx
Pairing:: Mikey and Pete
Rating:: It's a very mild fic.
POV:: 3rd Person
Summary:: After their fun at the beach, Mikey and Pete come home only to be separated for a longer period of time. They both take a short break from recording, deciding the silence of Mikey's apartment was the only luxury they'd get right then. Pete sleeps while Mikey thinks back on their relationship.
Disclaimer:: Untrue.
Author's Notes:: Goes Along with this fic, which is part one:
http://users.livejournal.com/_ohholyfoolsx/8170.html#cutid1
And this, which is part two:
http://users.livejournal.com/_ohholyfoolsx/10646.html#cutid1
Dedications:: xburningcites for just being so damn cool and inspiring Egotistical. Also, morbidxlikexme for having an e-mail arguement with me which resulted in us becoming friends. :)
Home. The warmth of the fire slowly moved from his feet to his legs, chest, and head as he gently twirled his fingers in his boyfriends hair while he slept, tired of writing and playing like he had been for the past few weeks, with and without his band. This was the first time since the cottage that they'd really spent time together and it was putting a slight strain on their relationship, but not enough to break them up. Never enough to break them up.
Passion had ignited on the sandy beaches of Florida and they'd had to take the sheets into the nearest town to a laundry-mat and get them washed before flying back to New York to record some stuff. They'd separated as soon as they reached the airport, Pete flying back to L.A to record some stuff for the new album and Mikey going right into their New York studio, bass in hand to begin working with his band on the new album.
Since the week and a half spent at the cottage, they'd seen each other once at an award show, once at the after party and even then had to stay away to avoid publicity and people finding out, once at the release of Fall Out Boy's new album, and once at a very drunken media party Gerard had thrown together last minute to get Bert in the same room with him somewhere. They'd spent the whole night standing five feet apart, looking at each other, sipping drinks slowly and making secret plans to take the other one home before it was too late.
Two weeks after that party and there they were, both exhausted, both craving each other's touch, both longing for time together like they had at the lake and the beach. As soon as they'd finished watched their movie together and Pete had lain in his arms, sleep had touched the other bassist and he curled up in Mikey's lap, muttering softly to himself like he always did.
Mikey remember their first time sleeping together. He'd been woken up by Pete who'd hit him gently on the shoulder, talking in his sleep about how he really only wanted a cheeseburger and that he'd give up music, love, everything, for a bite of a cheeseburger. That had sent Mikey into a fit of laughter, shaking so much that Pete's eyes sprang open and he looked around wildly for what had woken him up. He looked up at Mikey, his face turning red in an instant, and he curled back up to go to sleep.
Mikey gently shook Pete now, waking him up gently and smiling as he snuggled closer, wrapping his strong bassist's arms around Mikey's thin bassist body. He slowly opened his eyes, returning Mikey's smile and enjoying the warmth still radiating from the fire that had been out for a while now.
"What do you want to do?" Pete asked sleepily, knowing that while Mikey was still pretty comfortable there, he probably want to be out and moving and enjoying the time they had together rather then sleeping on the carpeted floor of their apartment. Mikey grinned, and Pete knew he'd guessed right, just like he knew a lot about Mikey just by making educated assumptions.
A month or so after they'd first met, they'd ended up playing at a New Jersey venue and the two had become inseparable. Mikey had still been engaged to 'that slut Alicia' and Pete resented her after discovering that Mikey had been in gay relationships and was possibly still bisexual. Pete and Mikey had gone to dinner that night, just the two of them, deciding that pizza was better then what everyone else wanted, sushi, and while Mikey had been in the bathroom, Pete had ordered.
The pizza arrived promptly 20 minutes later, followed by some diet Dr Pepper. Mikey laughed. "How did you know?"
Pete smiled and took a sip of his own drink. "We seem to be a lot alike, so I just ordered what I liked, added something I've seen you eat before and just went with it." Mikey laughed and they spent the rest of the evening talking about Gerard and his obvious need for a shower.
Mikey laughed this time, like he had that night and rubbed Pete's back. "We could hit up the local McDonald's?" the look on Pete's face was enough to tell Mikey that fast food was obviously out of the question. "We could go back to record some more tracks?"
"Ha! You won't be seeing me in L.A near that goddamn studio for another couple months if I can help it." He sat up and fixed his shirt, rubbing his warm face and watching Mikey. "What about the Cafe around the corner?"
Mikey rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that would be an option if I didn't have a million fans camping out there because they know I adore the coffee they serve. I don't want to deal with them right now. They're sweet, but no thanks." Pete nodded in agreement; the fans had been crazy lately since they knew both bands were in the process of releasing new albums. Mikey nodded back at him and sighed; they probably wouldn't be leaving the apartment for a while now.
"I could cook for you." Pete said, thinking to himself.
"I'm not in the mood for Kraft Dinner," was Mikey's automatic reply. Pete looked at him, wide-eyed and innocent as if he'd never dreamed of such a thing. "How about I cook for the both of us and we can have some... stir fry? Quesadilla? Toast?" Pete laughed and smacked him.
"You're not a better cook than I am, you loser." Mikey took mock offense and pouted, turning away from Pete, only to receive a mini-wedgie in return. He turned around and planted his lips right on Pete's, putting a stop to the torment instantly. Pete returned his kiss passionately and wrapped his tattooed arms around Mikey's neck, playing with his hair as they fought for dominance in each others mouths. Mikey chuckled as Pete's groaned softly, taking one hand from his boyfriend's hair and playing with his shirt.
Mikey pulled away and gestured down the hall towards his bedroom. "Or," he began, kissing Pete once more. "We could stay in and make our own fun."
Pete's eyes shone and instantly he was up, pulling Mikey to his feet. "You always did have the best ideas."
Mikey laughed and followed his boyfriend down the hall and into their pink bedroom.