Petekey Oneshots

The Sound Of Settling (continuation to New Mexico Sunset, 651 words)

Mikey pulled into Pete's driveway, turning down his radio. He shut the car off, fixed his hair in the mirror, and then opened the door. Running up the driveway, he was unable to wipe the grin off his face.

He knocked sharply on the door. Pete answered, shirtless and sweating. "Hey," he panted. "I literally just finished packing everything up."

"Hey, Pete," he hummed, pulling him close. "You look incredible."

Pete kissed him, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I swear it wasn't intentional."

"Mm, yuck, you're sweaty."

"Let me go rinse off, and then we can leave for our trip."

"Okay! Do you want me to load your bags while you shower?"

"You don't have to do that."

"I will." He smiled.

"Are we ready?" Mikey turned to Pete, who was already reclined in the passenger's seat, his feet on the dash. "Dude, we haven't even left yet!"

"I was getting comfy!" He giggled.

"I take it you're ready then."

"Yes."

"I'm really excited for this trip."

"Me too!" He laughed, kissing Mikey's cheek.

"Westward we go!"

"All the way to California!"

He started the car and smiled, pulling out of Pete's driveway.

"It's hooooooot," Pete whined.

"My air's broken," he apologised, shaking his head. He looked over at Pete, who was shirtless again.

"Dude."

"Whaaaaat?"

Mikey wordlessly pulled back into the driveway, which confused Pete. His stomach fluttered with nerves, thinking he had somehow upset him. "Mikey?" His voice quieted.
He put the car in park and said, "Get in the back."

Pete raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Really?"

"Go!" He giggled, following behind Pete as they crawled into the back seat of Mikey's car.

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"Okay," panted Mikey, holding Pete in his arms. "Now, let's drive across the country."

He giggled and kissed Mikey's jaw. "Okay."

Mikey crawled back into the driver's seat. Pete admired him doing so, before making his way back into his reclined position in the front.

"I cannot wait to marry you."

"Me neither!"

"I am so glad I proposed to you. And bought you another ring."

Pete giggled and looked at his left hand. "I dunno, the story was really funny."

"Yeah, but I like people knowing you're off limits." Mikey pulled out onto the highway, accelerating.

"Believe me, Mikey, they know." He giggled. "I don't shut up about you."

"Or in general."

"Heyyyyy!!!" He frowned.

"Just kidding, I love you."

"I love you too."

"Hey, so... I wanna know what you think about like, how we're going to make time for each other when we both get busy."

"Yeah, I was actually thinking about that," Pete began. "I think we should set aside like... an hour every day to just be together with no distraction and talk, or talk," he smirked. "But to make sure we stay in communication. And like, still have our own lives."

"Yeah, that sounds good. I mean, more than an hour ideally but if we're really busy..."

"Yeah, if I have the choice, I'm gonna be with you always."

"Sometimes though, I get exhausted socially as you know, so if I ever don't talk it has nothing to do with you."

"I know," he smiled. "We've been dating for a while."

"Yeah, but we've never lived together."

"Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm a little nervous. What if we fight, or suck at living together, and–"

"Pete, baby," he soothed. "I am going to do anything in my power to make this work, and if it doesn't, then we try harder. I want nothing more than to live with you." He giggled. "Plus, you've stayed at my place for weeks and months on end when you didn't have tours."

"True."

"Plus, think about how much we're gonna do what we did a few minutes ago," he smirked.

"Oh, god, every morning," Pete grinned. "I'm going to fuck you in every room of that damn apartment."

"Is that a promise?"

"Of course."