Pete/Mikey - 1/3mrsronweasleyOctober 29 2009, 03:49:16 UTC
Pete doesn’t really care what other people think. Like, not really. He cares about some people, but he’s had enough knocked teeth and black eyes to know that pain is totally worth the fun you have before it happens.
Like, he knows that he’s a junior, and Mikey Way is a freakin’ freshman, but dude’s awesome, okay? He’s just so - chill and cool and doesn’t give a shit about anything. He won’t acknowledge if you’re standing three feet away, all he does is listen to music - it’s probably awesome music, Pete has often wondered if he could sidle up close enough to see the iPod screen - and live in his own world. That’s just so cool. Pete’s never been that cool in his entire life, and definitely not as a freshman.
So, after making buddies with the dude, finally, after, like, months of trying and getting nowhere and finally recruiting Patrick to help him draw the guy out, which bizarrely involved getting Mikey’s senior brother Gerard in the whole weird plan, Pete is ready to move on to phase two of getting Mikey Way to like him. Phase two is basically called: Getting Mikey Way to Like Him.
Patrick is no help there, and also kind of obnoxiously holier-than-thou about it, but Pete’s had his share of hookups, so he can totally make this happen. In fact, he’s got the perfect in.
He offers to give Mikey Way a ride home.
Pete first got his car a year ago, but had it taken away for bad behavior. He’s been working pretty hard to clean up his act (in front of his parents) and he’s been driving his baby again for only a week when it presents itself as a way to move more things along than his ass to school.
He’s sitting behind the wheel, watching Mikey in a totally cool and detached way, not at all nervous about being turned down by the coolest guy around. It takes forever, and when Mikey seems on the verge of shaking his head “no,” Pete - who is, by the way, a total and certifiable genius - has a brainwave. “We can stop for coffee?”
After Mikey’s all buckled in and Pete’s tires have made a nice squeal on the pavement, Pete allows himself to look over at Mikey. “Whatcha listening to?” he asks, nodding at the iPod curled inside Mikey’s hands.
Mikey shrugs his indelible (and bony) shoulder, and mumbles, “The Smiths.” Pete nods - he just downloaded a Smiths song the other night, but hasn’t gotten around to listening to it yet. “Wanna put it on?”
Score! - Mikey almost smiles as he reaches over for the tape deck cord and plugs in his iPod. Poppy rock fills the car and Pete finds himself bopping along with the music.
They don’t really talk, but Pete’s okay with that. He’s pretty happy just having Mikey in his car for now, impressing him with his driving and dancing and dancing-while-driving skills. He also makes a pretty sweet turn into the 7-11, all suave and cool-like in one motion. He just grins as Mikey unbuckles and gets out of the car.
By the time Mikey’s back with both their coffees - Pete has discovered that you can actually send this guy on an errand for you if it involves caffeine, and that’s a pretty awesome discovery right there - Pete’s got a whole new plan. It’s pretty simple.
Mikey extends one of the coffees towards Pete, all: “Here’s yours, cream and three sugars,” and Pete takes it out of his hand, to be polite. He takes a few sips, just to show that yep, he totally wanted this coffee, oh man, best thing ever, and waits until Mikey’s had a few sips of his own, when he just kind of - slides the cup out of Mikey’s grasp.
For a full second, Mikey’s eyes grow three sizes and seriously, his lower lip, like, slides out into an actual pout. Pete almost cracks up, but he’s way too busy for that right now. He’s way too busy executing his awesome plan of putting the coffee into the remaining cup holder, then sliding his - warm from the coffee - hand up Mikey’s neck and then kissing him, full on the mouth.
Pete/Mikey - 2/3mrsronweasleyOctober 29 2009, 03:50:10 UTC
Mikey’s totally and completely still next to him. Pete doesn’t think he’s even breathing. For a moment, he’s just made of PANIC!!! because Mikey should really be kissing him back now, shouldn’t he? Or - shit, shit, is Pete his first kiss? Oh, man, sweet, he gets to be this awesome guy’s first kiss - or, he would, if Mikey ever kissed him back, and oh God, now he can feel Mikey’s hands coming up against him, and he’s totally going to push Pete away, and then tell the entire school that Pete’s a dirty old man who’d molested him in his car, and then his parents would take the car away, and everyone at school would laugh at him, and Mikey’s brother would probably beat him up, and he’d have to, like, move and live with his grandparents in Florida - except Mikey’s slim fingers wrap around Pete’s hoodie and pull him closer in, instead.
The non-kiss lasts for about another milli-second, or maybe an hour, Pete’s not real sure, and then Mikey breaks off. It takes Pete a little while to open his eyes, because he’s really kind of not certain he wants to see what’s facing him on the other side of that kiss.
Mikey’s looking at him all, “what do I even do with you, dude?” and it’s kind of funny how Pete can read his face, even though it hasn’t really changed expressions since he got in the car and handed Pete his coffee. Pete just watches him back, hoping against hope that he doesn’t have to move to Florida just yet.
And then - it’s like the skies parting or something - Mikey’s mouth tugs upwards in a small shy grin, and then he bites his lip a little, and pulls Pete back in. Pete has no idea what’s hit him until Mikey’s tongue is all the way down his throat, and okay, so he isn’t his first kiss, wow, what do you know - and then Pete can’t even think. Because this isn’t Pete’s first kiss, either, but it sure as hell is fucking awesome. It’s slick and hot and boy, is there tongue, but not, like, gross or sloppy, just right somehow, and just as he’s getting really fucking into it, Pete totally loses his balance and falls face-first into Mikey’s shoulder, the kiss breaking off in probably the most humiliating way he can think of.
He starts to shove himself back up, except it’s hard because he can’t exactly use Mikey for leverage, and make things even worse, but his hand can’t fucking find the back of Mikey’s seat, either, and oh fuck, what does he even do - Florida, here he comes -
And then he’s being pulled upright, Mikey’s hands on either side of his neck, and he barely catches sight of Mikey’s eyes, smiling up at him, when Mikey’s mouth attaches itself to Pete’s neck, and oh wow wow wow, new development, new development everywhere for Pete, on his neck, and on the heels of that, a new development in his pants and, oh, Jesus -
“Nnnrgh,” he says, because his tongue won’t work anymore, and he feels a huff of breath against his skin, like laughter. He squeezes his eyes shut because he has lost absolutely all control of the situation, and his jeans are fucking tight and his hard-on is throbbing and if he doesn’t put a stop to this right fucking now, there’s a very good chance he’s going to come in his pants.
The problem is, he can’t get enough purchase to even push Mikey away, his hands are all shaky and useless, or maybe he doesn’t want to, not really, because whatever Mikey’s doing with his teeth and his tongue and God, his whole fucking mouth, is undoing Pete on the fucking spot.
Pete/Mikey - 3/3mrsronweasleyOctober 29 2009, 03:50:50 UTC
Mikey’s mercifully eases up with a loud smack and then there’s cold air where his mouth had just been. Pete gasps from the sudden emptiness, and then, because he has absolutely no control over his own body anymore, he finds his hands grabbing Mikey’s face and his tongue shoving itself into Mikey’s mouth.
There, he’s doing something to control the situation, finally, and he cheers inside his head, because seriously, seriously, he just let a freshman do that to him, and he doesn’t really care what people think, but Mikey Way is not “people”, and Pete kind of wants to show him who’s boss, except he’s just not quick enough. Because the next moment, right before he can push Mikey back against the door and grind against him, Mikey grabs a hold of Pete’s crotch, squeezes and pumps twice, and Pete is fucking coming in his pants.
His last coherent thought is that it was the shock that did it. (Because - Mikey Way! Hand! On Pete’s dick! TOUCHING!) But it’s probably stupid, lying to yourself about these things.
Instead, he shudders against Mikey, rocking through the aftershocks, fucking moaning straight into Mikey’s mouth, and it feels like Mikey’s maybe smiling into the kiss.
When Pete finally calms down and breaks away, he can barely look Mikey in the eye, he’s so embarrassed. His whole face is probably red as fucking Christmas, because it’s pulsating all around his skull. Then he catches sight of Mikey’s crotch, and holy crap, that’s kind of the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He forgets about his throbbing face and his disgusting wet jeans, and finally looks up at Mikey’s face. He’s flushed and kind of unfocused-looking, like he’s far away. But when he sees Pete watching him, he gives him another smile - and it feels like it’s just for him, for Pete, that silly tiny smile - and bites his lip.
Pete can’t help grinning back (Mikey’s smile is pretty infectious) and when he reaches for Mikey’s dick, it totally doesn’t take long at all, either. He misses the look on Mikey’s face, but he can hear the sound he makes as he comes for the next ten minutes, echoing all around Pete’s head.
“Uh, wow,” Pete finally ventures, because - understatement. He had maybe wanted to get in a quick kiss there, not get to second fucking base. Which is totally so much better than a quick kiss.
“Yeah,” Mikey agrees from his seat, and then they look at each other, and Pete cracks up first, but Mikey follows pretty quickly.
“I don’t know what to do with you, Mikey Way,” Pete shakes his head , still giggling.
Mikey levels him with a funny kind of gaze, and says, “I don’t know, that was pretty good for me.”
Pete’s eyes don’t travel to the back of his head only because he stops them, but wow. Wow. This is not the Mikey Way he’d been expecting. This Mikey Way is so much fucking cooler.
I love you! he thinks, but says, “Now I gotta worry about being careful when I get home, I guess,” instead, because it’s, like, the first date or whatever. You do not tell a guy you love him on the first date.
Mikey considers him for a moment, tilts his head this way and that, and seriously, seriously, Pete is so fucking head over heels for this kid, it’s kind of unreal. Finally, after an eternity of Mikey just watching him, squinty-eyed, Mikey says, “I don’t know about the pants, but you should probably be careful about that more permanent reminder.”
“Huh?” Pete’s brain is probably still sluggish after jizzing in his pants, because it takes him a second. Then he slaps a hand over his neck and cranes around until he can see it in the rearview mirror.
“Oh, shit, dude!”
The hickey is huge - blooming out from under his t-shirt and, like, curving around his neck, back to front. It’s brown and green and -
“Fucking awesome, dude!”
Mikey’s reaching for his coffee cup again, and Pete sees him smile out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah, it kind of is.”
Re: Pete/Mikey - 3/3pearl_oOctober 29 2009, 10:53:51 UTC
LIZ OMG. This is so fucking adorable. Pete's internal monologue is the most ridiculous thing, like, ever, and Mikey is so awesome and all unexpected layers that Pete wasn't prepared for, and kissing and more. I love it!
Re: Pete/Mikey - 3/3brooklinegirlOctober 29 2009, 13:28:51 UTC
LIZ OMG I LOVE THIS. (ALSO MY BOSS WAS HERE ASKING ME A QUESTION JUST AS PETE WAS COMING IN HIS PANTS.)
he’s been driving his baby again for only a week when it presents itself as a way to move more things along than his ass to school.
*DYING* omg, I love you, Pete Wentz.
Pete - who is, by the way, a total and certifiable genius - has a brainwave. “We can stop for coffee?”
Liz. I just. The way you WRITE him. The way you write THEM. It's PERFECTION.
he just downloaded a Smiths song the other night, but hasn’t gotten around to listening to it yet.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OH PETE WENTZ YOU ARE NOT A MORRISEY DUDE.
He also makes a pretty sweet turn into the 7-11,
*claps and claps*
Pete has discovered that you can actually send this guy on an errand for you if it involves caffeine, and that’s a pretty awesome discovery right there
I love you, and this. But mostly you.
He’s way too busy executing his awesome plan of putting the coffee into the remaining cup holder, then sliding his - warm from the coffee - hand up Mikey’s neck and then kissing him, full on the mouth.
I love Pete's plans. I LOVE PETE'S PLANS. Mikey’s looking at him all, “what do I even do with you, dude?”
*dying* Srsly, I can PICTURE this and I LOVE IT A LOT.
oh wow wow wow, new development, new development everywhere for Pete, on his neck, and on the heels of that, a new development in his pants and, oh, Jesus -
NEW DEVELOPMENT IN HIS PANTS. <3<3<3
He had maybe wanted to get in a quick kiss there, not get to second fucking base. Which is totally so much better than a quick kiss.
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE. LIZ, THIS IS TREMENDOUSLY AWESOME. WRITE MORE PLEASE.
Re: Pete/Mikey - 3/3desfinadoOctober 30 2009, 04:19:20 UTC
Unnnggg this was so hot! I loved the idea of them having no idea what to do with each other, hahah. I feel like that is the general feel of this pairing: no fucking clue but having a good time!
I loved the porn, mmmm it was good and all the teenaged over-stimulation was super hot. Fast orgasms! When did you become a kink of mine?! Ahhh.
Like, he knows that he’s a junior, and Mikey Way is a freakin’ freshman, but dude’s awesome, okay? He’s just so - chill and cool and doesn’t give a shit about anything. He won’t acknowledge if you’re standing three feet away, all he does is listen to music - it’s probably awesome music, Pete has often wondered if he could sidle up close enough to see the iPod screen - and live in his own world. That’s just so cool. Pete’s never been that cool in his entire life, and definitely not as a freshman.
So, after making buddies with the dude, finally, after, like, months of trying and getting nowhere and finally recruiting Patrick to help him draw the guy out, which bizarrely involved getting Mikey’s senior brother Gerard in the whole weird plan, Pete is ready to move on to phase two of getting Mikey Way to like him. Phase two is basically called: Getting Mikey Way to Like Him.
Patrick is no help there, and also kind of obnoxiously holier-than-thou about it, but Pete’s had his share of hookups, so he can totally make this happen. In fact, he’s got the perfect in.
He offers to give Mikey Way a ride home.
Pete first got his car a year ago, but had it taken away for bad behavior. He’s been working pretty hard to clean up his act (in front of his parents) and he’s been driving his baby again for only a week when it presents itself as a way to move more things along than his ass to school.
He’s sitting behind the wheel, watching Mikey in a totally cool and detached way, not at all nervous about being turned down by the coolest guy around. It takes forever, and when Mikey seems on the verge of shaking his head “no,” Pete - who is, by the way, a total and certifiable genius - has a brainwave. “We can stop for coffee?”
After Mikey’s all buckled in and Pete’s tires have made a nice squeal on the pavement, Pete allows himself to look over at Mikey. “Whatcha listening to?” he asks, nodding at the iPod curled inside Mikey’s hands.
Mikey shrugs his indelible (and bony) shoulder, and mumbles, “The Smiths.” Pete nods - he just downloaded a Smiths song the other night, but hasn’t gotten around to listening to it yet.
“Wanna put it on?”
Score! - Mikey almost smiles as he reaches over for the tape deck cord and plugs in his iPod. Poppy rock fills the car and Pete finds himself bopping along with the music.
They don’t really talk, but Pete’s okay with that. He’s pretty happy just having Mikey in his car for now, impressing him with his driving and dancing and dancing-while-driving skills. He also makes a pretty sweet turn into the 7-11, all suave and cool-like in one motion. He just grins as Mikey unbuckles and gets out of the car.
By the time Mikey’s back with both their coffees - Pete has discovered that you can actually send this guy on an errand for you if it involves caffeine, and that’s a pretty awesome discovery right there - Pete’s got a whole new plan. It’s pretty simple.
Mikey extends one of the coffees towards Pete, all: “Here’s yours, cream and three sugars,” and Pete takes it out of his hand, to be polite. He takes a few sips, just to show that yep, he totally wanted this coffee, oh man, best thing ever, and waits until Mikey’s had a few sips of his own, when he just kind of - slides the cup out of Mikey’s grasp.
For a full second, Mikey’s eyes grow three sizes and seriously, his lower lip, like, slides out into an actual pout. Pete almost cracks up, but he’s way too busy for that right now. He’s way too busy executing his awesome plan of putting the coffee into the remaining cup holder, then sliding his - warm from the coffee - hand up Mikey’s neck and then kissing him, full on the mouth.
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The non-kiss lasts for about another milli-second, or maybe an hour, Pete’s not real sure, and then Mikey breaks off. It takes Pete a little while to open his eyes, because he’s really kind of not certain he wants to see what’s facing him on the other side of that kiss.
Mikey’s looking at him all, “what do I even do with you, dude?” and it’s kind of funny how Pete can read his face, even though it hasn’t really changed expressions since he got in the car and handed Pete his coffee. Pete just watches him back, hoping against hope that he doesn’t have to move to Florida just yet.
And then - it’s like the skies parting or something - Mikey’s mouth tugs upwards in a small shy grin, and then he bites his lip a little, and pulls Pete back in. Pete has no idea what’s hit him until Mikey’s tongue is all the way down his throat, and okay, so he isn’t his first kiss, wow, what do you know - and then Pete can’t even think. Because this isn’t Pete’s first kiss, either, but it sure as hell is fucking awesome. It’s slick and hot and boy, is there tongue, but not, like, gross or sloppy, just right somehow, and just as he’s getting really fucking into it, Pete totally loses his balance and falls face-first into Mikey’s shoulder, the kiss breaking off in probably the most humiliating way he can think of.
He starts to shove himself back up, except it’s hard because he can’t exactly use Mikey for leverage, and make things even worse, but his hand can’t fucking find the back of Mikey’s seat, either, and oh fuck, what does he even do - Florida, here he comes -
And then he’s being pulled upright, Mikey’s hands on either side of his neck, and he barely catches sight of Mikey’s eyes, smiling up at him, when Mikey’s mouth attaches itself to Pete’s neck, and oh wow wow wow, new development, new development everywhere for Pete, on his neck, and on the heels of that, a new development in his pants and, oh, Jesus -
“Nnnrgh,” he says, because his tongue won’t work anymore, and he feels a huff of breath against his skin, like laughter. He squeezes his eyes shut because he has lost absolutely all control of the situation, and his jeans are fucking tight and his hard-on is throbbing and if he doesn’t put a stop to this right fucking now, there’s a very good chance he’s going to come in his pants.
The problem is, he can’t get enough purchase to even push Mikey away, his hands are all shaky and useless, or maybe he doesn’t want to, not really, because whatever Mikey’s doing with his teeth and his tongue and God, his whole fucking mouth, is undoing Pete on the fucking spot.
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There, he’s doing something to control the situation, finally, and he cheers inside his head, because seriously, seriously, he just let a freshman do that to him, and he doesn’t really care what people think, but Mikey Way is not “people”, and Pete kind of wants to show him who’s boss, except he’s just not quick enough. Because the next moment, right before he can push Mikey back against the door and grind against him, Mikey grabs a hold of Pete’s crotch, squeezes and pumps twice, and Pete is fucking coming in his pants.
His last coherent thought is that it was the shock that did it. (Because - Mikey Way! Hand! On Pete’s dick! TOUCHING!) But it’s probably stupid, lying to yourself about these things.
Instead, he shudders against Mikey, rocking through the aftershocks, fucking moaning straight into Mikey’s mouth, and it feels like Mikey’s maybe smiling into the kiss.
When Pete finally calms down and breaks away, he can barely look Mikey in the eye, he’s so embarrassed. His whole face is probably red as fucking Christmas, because it’s pulsating all around his skull. Then he catches sight of Mikey’s crotch, and holy crap, that’s kind of the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He forgets about his throbbing face and his disgusting wet jeans, and finally looks up at Mikey’s face. He’s flushed and kind of unfocused-looking, like he’s far away. But when he sees Pete watching him, he gives him another smile - and it feels like it’s just for him, for Pete, that silly tiny smile - and bites his lip.
Pete can’t help grinning back (Mikey’s smile is pretty infectious) and when he reaches for Mikey’s dick, it totally doesn’t take long at all, either. He misses the look on Mikey’s face, but he can hear the sound he makes as he comes for the next ten minutes, echoing all around Pete’s head.
“Uh, wow,” Pete finally ventures, because - understatement. He had maybe wanted to get in a quick kiss there, not get to second fucking base. Which is totally so much better than a quick kiss.
“Yeah,” Mikey agrees from his seat, and then they look at each other, and Pete cracks up first, but Mikey follows pretty quickly.
“I don’t know what to do with you, Mikey Way,” Pete shakes his head , still giggling.
Mikey levels him with a funny kind of gaze, and says, “I don’t know, that was pretty good for me.”
Pete’s eyes don’t travel to the back of his head only because he stops them, but wow. Wow. This is not the Mikey Way he’d been expecting. This Mikey Way is so much fucking cooler.
I love you! he thinks, but says, “Now I gotta worry about being careful when I get home, I guess,” instead, because it’s, like, the first date or whatever. You do not tell a guy you love him on the first date.
Mikey considers him for a moment, tilts his head this way and that, and seriously, seriously, Pete is so fucking head over heels for this kid, it’s kind of unreal. Finally, after an eternity of Mikey just watching him, squinty-eyed, Mikey says, “I don’t know about the pants, but you should probably be careful about that more permanent reminder.”
“Huh?” Pete’s brain is probably still sluggish after jizzing in his pants, because it takes him a second. Then he slaps a hand over his neck and cranes around until he can see it in the rearview mirror.
“Oh, shit, dude!”
The hickey is huge - blooming out from under his t-shirt and, like, curving around his neck, back to front. It’s brown and green and -
“Fucking awesome, dude!”
Mikey’s reaching for his coffee cup again, and Pete sees him smile out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah, it kind of is.”
Oh, it is so on. Pete giggles all the way home.
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he’s been driving his baby again for only a week when it presents itself as a way to move more things along than his ass to school.
*DYING* omg, I love you, Pete Wentz.
Pete - who is, by the way, a total and certifiable genius - has a brainwave. “We can stop for coffee?”
Liz. I just. The way you WRITE him. The way you write THEM. It's PERFECTION.
he just downloaded a Smiths song the other night, but hasn’t gotten around to listening to it yet.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OH PETE WENTZ YOU ARE NOT A MORRISEY DUDE.
He also makes a pretty sweet turn into the 7-11,
*claps and claps*
Pete has discovered that you can actually send this guy on an errand for you if it involves caffeine, and that’s a pretty awesome discovery right there
I love you, and this. But mostly you.
He’s way too busy executing his awesome plan of putting the coffee into the remaining cup holder, then sliding his - warm from the coffee - hand up Mikey’s neck and then kissing him, full on the mouth.
I love Pete's plans. I LOVE PETE'S PLANS.
Mikey’s looking at him all, “what do I even do with you, dude?”
*dying* Srsly, I can PICTURE this and I LOVE IT A LOT.
oh wow wow wow, new development, new development everywhere for Pete, on his neck, and on the heels of that, a new development in his pants and, oh, Jesus -
NEW DEVELOPMENT IN HIS PANTS. <3<3<3
He had maybe wanted to get in a quick kiss there, not get to second fucking base. Which is totally so much better than a quick kiss.
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE. LIZ, THIS IS TREMENDOUSLY AWESOME. WRITE MORE PLEASE.
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The fact that you liked this so much makes me a VERY HAPPY GIRL. It was kind of written to indulge you and your adorable OTP! ♥ ♥ ♥
PETE WENTZ YOU ARE NOT A MORRISEY DUDE.
NOT REALLY BUT HE WILL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT RICHEY EDWARDS IF YOU GET HIM STARTED. ♥
*beams*
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I loved the porn, mmmm it was good and all the teenaged over-stimulation was super hot. Fast orgasms! When did you become a kink of mine?! Ahhh.
Loved it!
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Fast orgasms are FUN, right? &BOYS; :D
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Just gonna go and find a corner to melt in.
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