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[ Summer Into Dust] by paloma_cayendo
Pete/Mikey.
Gorgeous, fluffy and fabulous, written with an assured lyricism.
When they were getting dressed in their adjacent stalls, Pete realized with a shock his hoodie was gone - and then, when he stepped out, still pulling his shoes on, he saw Mikey snuggling his chin into it. "Hey," Pete said, feeling a lot less offended than he sounded. "That's mine, you dick." Mikey beamed and tucked his hands into the pockets, and the black was startling and vibrant against his jawline, enough to make Pete's back tense up in a way that was painful.
"I'm borrowing it," Mikey said. He looked natural in it. Pete wanted to complain but he didn't.
And it was the way he stood in it that convinced Pete, once and for all. It was the first time Mikey had worn Pete's clothes but the air around him crackled with confidence in a way that said, this will not be the last time. When Mikey took out his cell to check his messages, he put it back not into his jeans pocket, but the hoodie pocket. Pete thought it might've been sexual, in a way. The casualness radiating off Mikey in even, strong waves. It certainly felt that way - sinking into his bones and making him want to throw his arm around Mikey's shoulders.
Pete/Mikey.
Gorgeous, fluffy and fabulous, written with an assured lyricism.
When they were getting dressed in their adjacent stalls, Pete realized with a shock his hoodie was gone - and then, when he stepped out, still pulling his shoes on, he saw Mikey snuggling his chin into it. "Hey," Pete said, feeling a lot less offended than he sounded. "That's mine, you dick." Mikey beamed and tucked his hands into the pockets, and the black was startling and vibrant against his jawline, enough to make Pete's back tense up in a way that was painful.
"I'm borrowing it," Mikey said. He looked natural in it. Pete wanted to complain but he didn't.
And it was the way he stood in it that convinced Pete, once and for all. It was the first time Mikey had worn Pete's clothes but the air around him crackled with confidence in a way that said, this will not be the last time. When Mikey took out his cell to check his messages, he put it back not into his jeans pocket, but the hoodie pocket. Pete thought it might've been sexual, in a way. The casualness radiating off Mikey in even, strong waves. It certainly felt that way - sinking into his bones and making him want to throw his arm around Mikey's shoulders.