Someone Get Me to a Church - Petekey

Chapter 2

One thing Mikey Way had always been good at is pretending. He had been denying himself of his sexuality for years, reminding himself how sinful and wrong it was to be attracted to other boys. He had gotten exceptionally good at repressing his feelings, and even convincing himself to pretend to be attracted to the girls at his school. He was superb at ignoring his sexuality until he met Pete, his new roommate.
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Mikey walked with Pete to the school's store to help him purchase his uniforms. Everything was relatively cheap, and since Pete was a student now, he only had to pay a fee of $50
when buying uniforms. Mikey helped him get the identical 8 ties, 8 blazers, 8 pairs of pants, 8 white shirts, and a pair of shoes. .
"Hey, do you think I can wear my vans with the uniform?" Pete asked jokingly with a laugh.
"Are you crazy? They will literally take your vans and burn them, we're taught that brands like that are satantic," Mikey says, looking at Pete like he was a madman. Pete thought he was joking for a moment, but quickly realized he was dead serious.
"What the fuck? That's dumb," Pete groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Shh! You gotta watch your language here, Pete. It's okay in our dorm room, but you could get in trouble for using it anywhere else!" Mikey said in a hushed tone. Pete just groaned again. "Right, okay, Whatever," He muttered, evidently annoyed by how strict they were here. "Why do I need so many pairs of the same outfit?" He asked, his voice still a bit annoyed.
"'Cause it's what you wear on a daily basis, we're prohibited from wearing anything else outside the dorm room unless we go off campus, which we can't do without permission from Pastor Ryan," Mikey explained. Pete was surprised. 'Mikey really does know everything about this place,' He thought.
"You gotta try your stuff on. Let me come with you, you'll get in trouble if it doesn't fit a certain way. I know it's stupid, but rules are rules," Mikey sighed. Pete just nodded and walked with Mikey to the dressing room. Mikey prayed that no one would think anything of
them going into the dressing room together,
Pete didn't care.
Once they got into the dressing room, Pete took off his shirt without hesitation, admiring himself in the mirror. Mikey sat quietly on a flimsy chair in the corner of the room, and tried his absolute hardest to not look at Pete's shirtless body. He eventually took just one peek and noticed Pete's bat tattoo on his lower stomach, just above the edge of his jeans.
"Woah, Pete, you have a tattoo?" Mikey muttered in shock and admiration.
"Yeah, my parents don't know about it though, they'd kill me," Pete laughed,
although he was being serious.
"The administration would kill you too, you could like.... get beaten for that. Watch out!" Mikey warned, slightly exaggerating the punishment, avoiding his brain as it tried to imagine what's under Pete's tattoo. He felt himself get flustered at the thought of Pete, and eventually had to cover his lap with his hands, feeling guilty.
Pete finished putting his uniform on and turned to Mikey. "How do I look?" He said playfully. He was surprised that he pulled off the uniform too, considering how bland it was. However, in Pete's opinion, no one looked half as good in it as Mikey did.
"It definitely fits right, you look nice," Mikey complimented. He noticed how remarkably attractive Pete looked in the uniform, but continued to ignore that type of thought. Pete carefully took the uniform off and put his regular clothes back on, completely unaware of how this simple action was turning Mikey on.
Mikey was probably the most frustrated boy on the planet. He had never once touched himself, or even considered the idea of it. The only times he had ever came was when he'd wake up from one of his frequent wet dreams, which he hated because of the level of guilt that came with them. Mikey was always just settled on the idea that he was practicing abstinence, and would always condemn himself at the very thought of pre-marital sex. His lack of pleasuring himself ended up making him turned on way too easily and almost always frustrated, which was absolute hell for him.
Pete noticed that Mikey seemed uncomfortable. "You ready to go, dude?" He asked as he collected all of his uniform pieces and slung them over his arm.
"Yeah, let's go, now," Mikey said nervously, trying everything in his power to get his boner to go down. He thought about his grandma, cute animals, and all types of grotesque things, but nothing seemed to work. Of course, walking around with the hottest boy he had ever laid eyes on didn't help his case either.
Pete checked out and reluctantly paid the $50 fee, walking out of the store with two heavy bags and a cute boy by his side. Mikey remained silent, which slightly concerned Pete, since Mikey had been so talkative on the way here. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked as they got to their dorm, going to the stairs to walk to their floor.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel kinda sick, i'm okay though," Mikey reassured. He took a breath of relief as his erection finally went down once they got to their room. He unlocked the door and held it open for Pete, since his hands were holding the bags. Mikey showed Pete where to store his uniforms, and even helped him put them up just to be extra helpful. Pete finished putting all of his things up in silence, hiding the things he wasn't supposed to have, like alcohol and condoms, in a black box under his bed. Once he got everything put away, he sat down on his bed and took his first good look at his new room. There was a giant cross hanging over his and Mikey's respected beds, and multiple bibles laying around the room. Pete noticed that there wasn't a tv, which kind of annoyed him. There was a painting of Jesus hanging by the large window, facing out into the courtyard of the campus. Pete noticed that Mikey had a chair that faced towards the window. He wondered if Mikey enjoyed watching sunrises. He then saw the record player sitting on Mikey's desk.
"Yo, you got a record player?" Pete said, walking up to the record player and looking through the box of vinyl next to it.
Mikey laid in bed and read some of his Bible before he heard Pete say something, and looked up to see him looking through his vinyl. "I only have Christian and classical music," Mikey sighed. "We're not allowed to have any other genres, they say most other music is work of the devil," Mikey explained. Pete rolled his eyes. "Do you guys have any fun here, at all?" He groaned. Mikey stayed silent.
Mikey and Pete ended up talking for a little while, mainly avoiding religion and talking about other things, like their hobbies.
"I play the bass, but I only get to when I'm at home, they don't really like instruments here unless it's a piano," Mikey said, a bit sad as he recalled his bass collecting dust back at his house.
"I play it too, I actually brought mine with me, if you ever wanna use it, you can," Pete offered kindly.
"Yeah, I noticed you had one. I wouldn't risk playing it though, if the wrong people hear it then we'd both be dead," Mikey said, sounding a bit sad.
"Thanks for letting me know, i'll still probably play it though, I have headphones," Pete commented with a smile. He had always been rebellious in that kind of way. They continued to talk for awhile, just getting to know each other, until there was a loud knock at the door.
"I'll get it," Mikey mumbled, moving his bible off his chest and getting up to get the door.
"What's up, Mikes?" an obnoxiously loud, messy looking, out of uniform Brendon Urie says from outside the door, letting himself in. "Who the hell are you?" Brendon asks, squinting his eyes at Pete in hopes it'd make him more recognizable.
"I'm Pete, just got here today," Pete sighed.
"Your parents make you come here?" Brendon asked, his voice slurred, most likely from alcohol.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" Pete asked in response, quickly becoming confused.
"Cause I got sent here two years ago by my parents, probably for the same reason as you. They seriously think they can change me, it's fucking ridiculous. I'm Brendon, by the way," Brendon says, smiling at Pete.
"I get the feeling," Pete sighed "It's.. a pleasure to meet you, Brendon." he added, somewhat sarcastically.
"Brendon, sorry if this is rude, but what are you doing in my room?" Mikey asked.
"Well, Josh and I are having a party tonight in our dorm, we wanted to know if you'd be interested in coming. You really gotta loosen up, dude! You're literally the only guy in our dorm that is so damn conservative. It's our last year here! We gotta live it up!" Brendon said.
"Dallon is just as conservative as me," Mikey commented.
"He wasn't last night," Brendon smirked, biting his lip. Mikey groaned in disbelief and Pete laughed.
"Is it like a real party? If so, i'm in," Pete said excitedly.
"Oh, dude, you've never partied until you've partied here. Everyone here represses things for years, it just makes us more crazy. They're the best, just make sure Pastor Ryan doesn't find out. But, between you and me, I think he isn't as straight, or as uptight, as he let's on," Brendon rambles. Pete didn't have anything to say about that, since he didn't even know who he was talking about.
Mikey thought about Pete going to the party by himself, quickly deciding it wasn't a good idea for him, since he didn't know anyone and could get into a ton of trouble. However, he was smart enough to know that he couldn't talk Pete out of going.
"I'll go too, but only to make sure Pete's okay. I'm not gonna drink." Mikey said. Brendon began to cheer.
"Yes! Christian boy's first party!" He cheered. "Be there at 8pm," Brendon added, looking at the two boys and winking before walking out and closing the door without another word.
"That's another two hours," Pete sighed. He was bored out of his mind and was really hoping the party would start sooner.
"We shouldn't stay for long. We have three church services tomorrow, and the first one starts at 7:30am," Mikey said, pretty positive that Pete didn't know that.
"I doubt they'd notice if we weren't there," Pete replied, getting up and beginning looking through his clothes, looking for a jacket for the
party.
"Yeah, they definitely will, trust me," Mikey warned, going back to his bed and opening his bible.
"Whatever," Pete sighed, rummaging through his clothes until he located his black jacket.
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"You ready to go?" Pete asked Mikey when it came time to go to Brendon's party. Normally, he would show up "fashionably late," but he was yearning for some fun, so he wanted to leave for the party on time.
"I guess," Mikey sighed, starting to regret his decision. He led Pete out of their room and into Brendon's, which was on the next floor. "I can't believe you're wearing your uniform to the party," Pete sighed, to which Mikey just shrugged. They arrived to Brendon's dorm; Mikey hesitantly knocked on the door