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i wrote most of this in an airport!
sheepish wolves
pete/mikey
R
When Pete gets back home off of Warped, there are two things he is disappointed to find:
i. a couple of things have changed, but overall
ii. everything is still just the same as ever.
*
There was this one moment, after the first time they kissed but before the first time of anything more, when Mikey laughed at something stupid Pete said. It was a real laugh, something genuine amongst the groans and shut ups coming from everyone else in the room at the time; eyes crinkling up in the corners behind his glasses and a hand clapped over his mouth to try and keep the noise in because dude, I kind of laugh like an idiot and you’re kind of not funny at all.
It was nothing more than one of the small moments that make up a bigger, but equally inconsequential one, but it made Pete pause and look and think. And then later on that night he’d pulled Mikey in close to him and just pressed his face into his neck for a few moments, trying to commit it to memory because there were always, inevitably, bad days which were the reasons he stored up the good moments anyway. Mikey’s hand brushed through his hair for a fraction of a second, before he said, a little questioningly, “Pete?”
And Pete laughed against his neck in reply, genuinely happy.
*
Then: the first time something more did happen. Pete would never have admitted it but he was nervous, and it probably showed; it wasn’t just that Mikey was a guy, although that was a factor because by and large ‘above the waist’ rang true for Pete there, but it was that Mikey was Mikey. Even though he didn’t think about it much, because it was summer and there were no responsibilities, it was beginning to matter.
Pete guessed that Mikey could tell, though. There was something in the deliberately neutral way he met Pete’s eyes at first that gave it away, and it made it easier, somehow: to press himself up close to Mikey and kiss him until they were both breathing heavily, clinging tight to each other, and then to pull back just enough to slide down to his knees, fumbling with Mikey’s belt. He tugged Mikey’s pants down, his boxers down with them, and it wasn’t something he’d ever done before but he was surprised - at just how much he wanted to, when he wrapped his hand around the base of Mikey’s cock and his lips around the head.
“Pete-” Mikey began, and if Pete had to guess he’d say Mikey was going to tell him that he didn’t have to, but it dissolved into a groan instead.
The thing was, Pete enjoyed it, more than he’d ever have expected to. After Mikey pulled him weakly back up afterwards, jerked him off sated but sure and steady, after that - he laughed again, into the crook of Mikey’s neck where he’d been burying his harsh breathing just seconds ago. It was a disbelieving kind of laugh; he couldn’t believe that he had this, that he’d found this without even looking.
*
i.
Mostly, just the way everything reminds him of Mikey: something completely innocuous, a commercial for summer homes between old comedy reruns, and he’s thinking of sunshine and heat and the taste of Mikey’s kisses, the faint taste of a coffee order still stored in Pete’s brain mixed in if Pete accosted him right after a drink. Or the way each time he scrolls through his contact list he hovers too long over Mikey’s number as his heart beats too quickly and he wants too much to press call, even when he’s got someone else he knows he needs to speak to.
*
And then there was another one of those small, inconsequential moments, when Pete persuaded someone to lend them a car so they could go hunt out a Starbucks when they were all in the middle of nowhere for a night. It took a while to even find it, because neither of them were very good at navigating or even remembering directions right. But they got there and Pete was ahead of Mikey by the time they got to the counter, and he ordered and paid for both of them, without even thinking about it because by then he’d heard Mikey’s usual order enough for it to be lodged into his mind completely.
He handed it to Mikey with a grin, and Mikey raised one questioning eyebrow at him in a move Pete was endlessly failing to learn. “Yeah?”
“So this totally makes you the girl, huh.” Pete raised his eyebrows right back, still grinning.
“Pete!” Mikey laughed again, crinkling eyes and a hand over his mouth, and then he drove a pointy elbow into Pete’s ribs as he took his coffee. “I’m not, you’re the one who’s fucking - memorised my coffee orders.”
Pete thought, suddenly, about the other things he’d memorised: like the way Mikey smoked Marlboro Reds like Gerard unless he wanted to feel healthier about himself, when he occasionally bought Lights, or the way he claimed that feeling hotter when you wear black is nothing more than a myth. Pete just said, though, “Yeah, okay,” because there wasn’t much else to say.
*
Warped reminded Pete a lot of being a kid. It was because of the hopeful feeling it got running through him again, and the way it seemed like it would stretch on forever, an eternity of long days and short nights and good weather; there were no responsibilities and everyone had curfews, as well, places they were and were not allowed to go at different times.
And because when Pete was a kid, too, he could never see the end of his summers, and it always shocked him in some way, how Fall could creep up on him without him realising, when nobody else around him ever seemed to be surprised.
*
ii.
Really, just: the way he’s still spending all his time missing someone; the way he wishes he’d done things differently (again), and the way he doesn’t know whether to go backwards or forwards from here. Or the way he misses, almost as much, the person he was then.
sheepish wolves
pete/mikey
R
When Pete gets back home off of Warped, there are two things he is disappointed to find:
i. a couple of things have changed, but overall
ii. everything is still just the same as ever.
*
There was this one moment, after the first time they kissed but before the first time of anything more, when Mikey laughed at something stupid Pete said. It was a real laugh, something genuine amongst the groans and shut ups coming from everyone else in the room at the time; eyes crinkling up in the corners behind his glasses and a hand clapped over his mouth to try and keep the noise in because dude, I kind of laugh like an idiot and you’re kind of not funny at all.
It was nothing more than one of the small moments that make up a bigger, but equally inconsequential one, but it made Pete pause and look and think. And then later on that night he’d pulled Mikey in close to him and just pressed his face into his neck for a few moments, trying to commit it to memory because there were always, inevitably, bad days which were the reasons he stored up the good moments anyway. Mikey’s hand brushed through his hair for a fraction of a second, before he said, a little questioningly, “Pete?”
And Pete laughed against his neck in reply, genuinely happy.
*
Then: the first time something more did happen. Pete would never have admitted it but he was nervous, and it probably showed; it wasn’t just that Mikey was a guy, although that was a factor because by and large ‘above the waist’ rang true for Pete there, but it was that Mikey was Mikey. Even though he didn’t think about it much, because it was summer and there were no responsibilities, it was beginning to matter.
Pete guessed that Mikey could tell, though. There was something in the deliberately neutral way he met Pete’s eyes at first that gave it away, and it made it easier, somehow: to press himself up close to Mikey and kiss him until they were both breathing heavily, clinging tight to each other, and then to pull back just enough to slide down to his knees, fumbling with Mikey’s belt. He tugged Mikey’s pants down, his boxers down with them, and it wasn’t something he’d ever done before but he was surprised - at just how much he wanted to, when he wrapped his hand around the base of Mikey’s cock and his lips around the head.
“Pete-” Mikey began, and if Pete had to guess he’d say Mikey was going to tell him that he didn’t have to, but it dissolved into a groan instead.
The thing was, Pete enjoyed it, more than he’d ever have expected to. After Mikey pulled him weakly back up afterwards, jerked him off sated but sure and steady, after that - he laughed again, into the crook of Mikey’s neck where he’d been burying his harsh breathing just seconds ago. It was a disbelieving kind of laugh; he couldn’t believe that he had this, that he’d found this without even looking.
*
i.
Mostly, just the way everything reminds him of Mikey: something completely innocuous, a commercial for summer homes between old comedy reruns, and he’s thinking of sunshine and heat and the taste of Mikey’s kisses, the faint taste of a coffee order still stored in Pete’s brain mixed in if Pete accosted him right after a drink. Or the way each time he scrolls through his contact list he hovers too long over Mikey’s number as his heart beats too quickly and he wants too much to press call, even when he’s got someone else he knows he needs to speak to.
*
And then there was another one of those small, inconsequential moments, when Pete persuaded someone to lend them a car so they could go hunt out a Starbucks when they were all in the middle of nowhere for a night. It took a while to even find it, because neither of them were very good at navigating or even remembering directions right. But they got there and Pete was ahead of Mikey by the time they got to the counter, and he ordered and paid for both of them, without even thinking about it because by then he’d heard Mikey’s usual order enough for it to be lodged into his mind completely.
He handed it to Mikey with a grin, and Mikey raised one questioning eyebrow at him in a move Pete was endlessly failing to learn. “Yeah?”
“So this totally makes you the girl, huh.” Pete raised his eyebrows right back, still grinning.
“Pete!” Mikey laughed again, crinkling eyes and a hand over his mouth, and then he drove a pointy elbow into Pete’s ribs as he took his coffee. “I’m not, you’re the one who’s fucking - memorised my coffee orders.”
Pete thought, suddenly, about the other things he’d memorised: like the way Mikey smoked Marlboro Reds like Gerard unless he wanted to feel healthier about himself, when he occasionally bought Lights, or the way he claimed that feeling hotter when you wear black is nothing more than a myth. Pete just said, though, “Yeah, okay,” because there wasn’t much else to say.
*
Warped reminded Pete a lot of being a kid. It was because of the hopeful feeling it got running through him again, and the way it seemed like it would stretch on forever, an eternity of long days and short nights and good weather; there were no responsibilities and everyone had curfews, as well, places they were and were not allowed to go at different times.
And because when Pete was a kid, too, he could never see the end of his summers, and it always shocked him in some way, how Fall could creep up on him without him realising, when nobody else around him ever seemed to be surprised.
*
ii.
Really, just: the way he’s still spending all his time missing someone; the way he wishes he’d done things differently (again), and the way he doesn’t know whether to go backwards or forwards from here. Or the way he misses, almost as much, the person he was then.