what is love?
It's not deja vu, it's 5 Countries Pete Wentz Didn't Have Sex In. . .now rewritten for canon funtimes! This is for dreamofthem, lolz. (My bad!)
word to the wise kids, (and this has nothing to do with the fic) don't cut your hair at two o'clock in the morning. BAD NEWS.
"I bet you had sex," says Mikey, stretching his legs across Pete's lap, "in every fucking country on tour."
"No," protests Pete. "I forgot, sometimes."
"Like fuck." Mikey kicks him in the side, gently. He's wearing different colored socks. One red, one black. "You would never forget."
They're catching up. Too much touring, too little sleeping, nothing at all of friends, family, Americans. Pete's missed Mikey so hard that he commandeered Mikey's presence the day he got back, put the phone off the hook when Mikey knocked on the door and threw his sidekick in the toilet while Mikey made himself comfortable on Pete's couch. Mikey missed Pete so much he forgot to feed Pete's dog while Pete was away.
Pete touches the frayed hem of Mikey's jeans. "I did, man. I totally forgot in uh, Germany, Ireland, Denmark, Carling Weekend-"
"is not a fucking country-"
"-is a world of it's own. And I nearly got off in Spain, does that count?"
"Nearly doesn't count. Sounds like a party."
"It was a fucking nightmare."
They're silent. Pete is fascinated by Mikey's socks. "Why aren't they matching?"
"I haven't done my laundry in weeks. Tell me about Germany."
"Not a clue. One minute I had this girl, next she was fucking pissed at me for some reason and stormed off. You can ask Patrick, he saw it all. He was laughing at me."
Mikey smiles. Wiggles his feet and hits Pete in the stomach lightly with his toes. "And Ireland?"
"I was too tired."
"Lame. Denmark?"
"Too busy."
"For sex?"
Pete is silent. He knows it's weird, but put he puts his hand on Mikey's foot. Mikey doesn't move, just keeps watching Pete.
"Spain."
"Wasn't in the mood." He can't even look at Mikey. Something slower then shame but faster than fear fills him. "She just wanted to fuck a band member." He rubs the bridge of Mikey's foot with his thumb, lets his hand curl around the arch. "She left with Andy."
"Carling Weekend."
"I forgot."
"How'd you forget to have sex?" Mikey's mocking him. Pete lets go off his foot, brushes a hand through his hair and looks at Mikey.
"Same way you forgot to feed my dog."
There's a terrible long pause while Mikey shifts his legs from Pete's lap to the floor. "Glad you're home," Mikey offers awkwardly, staring at the carpet. "I missed you."
Pete is embarrassed; Mikey won't meet his eyes. "Hey man," he says, knocking Mikey's knee with his own and then wrapping his leg around Mikey's. "Let's watch Batman."
word to the wise kids, (and this has nothing to do with the fic) don't cut your hair at two o'clock in the morning. BAD NEWS.
"I bet you had sex," says Mikey, stretching his legs across Pete's lap, "in every fucking country on tour."
"No," protests Pete. "I forgot, sometimes."
"Like fuck." Mikey kicks him in the side, gently. He's wearing different colored socks. One red, one black. "You would never forget."
They're catching up. Too much touring, too little sleeping, nothing at all of friends, family, Americans. Pete's missed Mikey so hard that he commandeered Mikey's presence the day he got back, put the phone off the hook when Mikey knocked on the door and threw his sidekick in the toilet while Mikey made himself comfortable on Pete's couch. Mikey missed Pete so much he forgot to feed Pete's dog while Pete was away.
Pete touches the frayed hem of Mikey's jeans. "I did, man. I totally forgot in uh, Germany, Ireland, Denmark, Carling Weekend-"
"is not a fucking country-"
"-is a world of it's own. And I nearly got off in Spain, does that count?"
"Nearly doesn't count. Sounds like a party."
"It was a fucking nightmare."
They're silent. Pete is fascinated by Mikey's socks. "Why aren't they matching?"
"I haven't done my laundry in weeks. Tell me about Germany."
"Not a clue. One minute I had this girl, next she was fucking pissed at me for some reason and stormed off. You can ask Patrick, he saw it all. He was laughing at me."
Mikey smiles. Wiggles his feet and hits Pete in the stomach lightly with his toes. "And Ireland?"
"I was too tired."
"Lame. Denmark?"
"Too busy."
"For sex?"
Pete is silent. He knows it's weird, but put he puts his hand on Mikey's foot. Mikey doesn't move, just keeps watching Pete.
"Spain."
"Wasn't in the mood." He can't even look at Mikey. Something slower then shame but faster than fear fills him. "She just wanted to fuck a band member." He rubs the bridge of Mikey's foot with his thumb, lets his hand curl around the arch. "She left with Andy."
"Carling Weekend."
"I forgot."
"How'd you forget to have sex?" Mikey's mocking him. Pete lets go off his foot, brushes a hand through his hair and looks at Mikey.
"Same way you forgot to feed my dog."
There's a terrible long pause while Mikey shifts his legs from Pete's lap to the floor. "Glad you're home," Mikey offers awkwardly, staring at the carpet. "I missed you."
Pete is embarrassed; Mikey won't meet his eyes. "Hey man," he says, knocking Mikey's knee with his own and then wrapping his leg around Mikey's. "Let's watch Batman."