Better Off As Lovers | Petekey AU

Next Time It Won't Be For The Bass

Mikey Way shouldn't have been as nervous as he was for teaching Pete Wentz how to play the bass properly. He probably shouldn't have rehearsed how to greet him at the front door with his own mom (whom, by now was conveniently at a friend's house probably talking about her lame gay son). And Mikey probably shouldn't have offered Pete Wentz orange juice when he walked through the doorway.

"Um, nah I'm good, thanks. Where's your family?" Pete asked, leaning himself against the kitchen counter as Mikey closed the door. He watched as Pete tapped his fingers on his bass.

"Oh, my brother's at his friend's house and my mom's out. And my dad's on a work trip."

Why'd he say that? He was a such a nerd.

"Cool. So you wanna get started?" Pete asked, making his way to the living room, sitting down on the couch and tapping his fingers on his thighs. Mikey sat on the couch beside Pete, picking up the bass he'd already placed in the living room. He was prepared.

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"No, no. You have to position your fingers like this," Mikey said, putting Pete's finger over the top string. He hadn't realized how much he had been touching Pete's hands until Pete decided to conveniently being the topic up.

"Can't keep your hands off of me, Way?" the dark haired boy asked, raising his eyebrows and laughing a bit. Mikey bit his lips, pulling his hands away from Pete's.

"Oh. Uh, no, no that's not it. I just wanted you to have the correct fingering on the chords, that's all. I didn't mean to - "

"Chill, Way. It's alright. You're better than the girl who tried giving me a blowjob during study hall," Pete said, leaning his bass against the couch and leaning back. Mikey did the same, not wanting to be as awkward as he felt.

"So - uh - you wanna order pizza?" Mikey offered, looking at Pete. Pete smiled. And God Mikey wanted to kiss the lips that made that smile. He fought back the urge.

"Yeah," Pete said, not knowing how much he was affecting the other boy. Mikey pulled out his phone, ordering the pizza whose box was soon on the Ways' coffee table and contents were being eaten by the teenage boys.

"People talk about you, Way," Pete said, eating another bite of pizza. Mikey swallowed his piece, looking at the older boy.

"Huh?" Mikay question, hoping for a more clear explanation. He knew people talked about him. His brother was Gerard for crying out loud. Everyone knew that.

"You're different from your brother. Not as..." Pete searched for the right word. "Flamboyant."

Mikey held back a laugh.

"Hey I'm being serious! You don't go around sucking dick in locker rooms. At least, nobody's caught you doing it. But don't think I haven't seen you throwing a fit with your friend with the 'fro," Pete added with a chuckle.

Mikey blushed a bit. "Uh, yeah, I vent to Ray a lot, I guess." He picked at his pizza crust.

"Why'd you want to teach me?" Pete asked, looking at Mikey.

"Well - uh - you needed help. I didn't wanna be rude, y'know..." Mikey trailed off, feeling a blush rising in his already-red-tinted cheeks.

"Do you know how many people are rude to me, Way? Saying 'no' wouldn't have been the worst thing I've been told." He looked at Mikey who was back at picking at his damn pizza crust again.

"Why'd you ask me?" Mikey said, still looking at the pizza. He knew he was teading on very thin ice.

He heard Pete laugh to himself. "Why not? You're cute and you'd be more than a pretty face. You actually have something to teach me, Way."

Mikey felt his face growing hot. Pete had called him cute again.

"Talented cute guys don't come around often," Pete said, taking aother bite of pizza. Mikey bit the inside of his lip.

"I - ah - wouldn't consider myself cute but - but um, i know how to play the bass," Mikey stuttered, still not looking up from his pizza. He was too scared to.

"C'mon, Way, don't lie to yourself," Pete said, smirking. Then a phone was ringing, and Pete set his plate of pizza down on the coffee table, reaching in his back pocket and pulling his phone out. He looked at the I.D. screen, groaning. "Shit, it's my mom. She probably wants me home or something."

Pete stood up, making his way back to the front door and grabbing his bass, Mikey following after him. Pete opened the door, turning around before walking completely out of the house. He looked Mikey in the face.

"I'll be back, Way. Just next time it won't be for the bass," he said, leaning in and pecking Mikey on the lips. He pulled away, smiling as he walked off. Before Pete got into his car he looked back at the still-shocked boy.

"See you later, Mikey," Pete yelled, jumping into his car's front seat, starting the engine and driving off.

* * * *

"No, Frank, be quiet for a second. Stop yelling - ugh Frank we didn't have sex!" Mikey protested, laying down on his bed, the phone held to his right ear. He had called Gerard to talk about the whole Pete ordeal, when Frank had answered instead of his brother.

"Frank, he just called me by my actual name - not 'Way' this time - "

"Then what?" Frank prodded, Mikey practically feeling Frank's smirk through the phone.

"He, um, he kissed - "

"He kissed you?!" Mikey heard his older brother's voice coming through the phone now. He rolled his eyes.

"Is this on speaker phone, Frank?"

"What a crazy idea, Mikey," Frank answered, Mikey groaning, rubbing his forehead.

"Jesus, Gerard, chill out. A kiss isn't something you should be so concerned about. You have your dick inside of Frank about seventeen hours a goddamn day," Mikey spat. He heard Frank giggle.

"Chill, Mikey. But be careful around that guy. Who knows how many other people he's convinced that he 'loves', just tryng to get in their pants," Gerard cut in again. Mikey sighed.

"Don't be so dramatic, Gerard, just let me think that someone likes me for once, 'kay?" Mikey said, sitting up in his bed.

"Yeah, Gee, be nice to the kid. Well - ah - I'll call you back - uh - later, Mikey, okay?" Frank said over the phone. Mikey scrunched up his nose.

"Are you getting a blowjob from my brother while we're on the phone?" Mikey said, hearing a quiet moan from Frank as he cut the line, setting his phone down beside him.

He didn't want to believe that Pete was using him. Because he didn't want that. Who'd want that? He felt his lips, the place where Pete Wentz was. He wanted that to be where Pete Wentz always was.

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holy smokes, ash actually updated !! crazy times, crazy times. i'm stil trying to get a plot in this story. so i might break some hearts (fictional and non-fictional) in the process and i apologize for that already. but let's get together and pray for baby mikey and his crush on pete wentz.