Better Off As Lovers | Petekey AU

Hot To The Touch

"So...like a date?" Joe asked, leaning back on the old couch in Patrick's basement.

"Yeah, like, we go and see a band and then we can kiss under a lamppost or something you see in a Hallmark movie," Pete shrugged. Ever since Mikey had called him the previous Thursday night, his friends had bombarding him with questions the following Friday.

"Stop asking if it's a date, dumbass!" Andy groaned, popping a carrot into his mouth. He was sat across the room from Joe (for good reason), earning a depreciating stare from said guitarist.

"You're the dumbass who doesn't eat meat!" Joe stuck out his tongue, pointing at Andy's bowl of carrot sticks.

"Actually, it's all animal products, genius."

Joe rolled his eyes, leaning back against the couch. He looked back at Pete.

"What band?"

"Some local one down at that small venue. And while I'm gone, try not to shove carrots down each other's throats," Pete raised his eyebrows at Andy and Joe. Andy crunched on another carrot, glaring at Joe. "You two are such kids."

"Now you know how I feel," Patrick said, coming down the basement stairs, opening a water bottle. "But have fun."

Something hit Pete's side. He looked down.

"And play safe," Joe giggled, looking at the condom that he'd thrown at Pete.

"Fuck off, Trohman."

- - -

"You look hot," Pete said bluntly. Mikey rolled his eyes.

"This is your white jacket," he said as they walked into the sweaty music venue. Teenagers swarmed around them holding bottles and cans. Pete gripped Mikey's hand, pulling him up to the front of the stage.

"They're gonna play in few minutes, I think," he said, looking at their interlocked fingers. "I'm really fucking stoked we're doing this."

Mikey blushed. "Yeah, yeah me too."

"This is like a golden moment."

"What?"

"Like, one of those moment that you'll never forget? It's like saying 'Thanks for the memories'."

"In that case, you're welcome," Mikey replied, the band coming out on stage.

Mikey glanced down at their hands. Together. And it was a big deal. He knew it was for Pete too, because Pete Wentz didn't do this everybody - anybody. He could be anywhere at that moment, but he was in a sweaty music venue with Mikey Way, holding hands and smiling like everything was perfect.

And maybe it was.

- - -

// here comes the smut. ya filthy animals. //

"I" a kiss "Really" another kiss "Love" a kiss on the lips this time "You"

Mikey giggled as Pete lips went back to his neck, probably leaving black and purple marks on the pale skin. His beanie was gone and God knows where his glasses were at this point. Pete's hands were underneath his shirt, and his own hands were holding Pete's hips as Pete hovered over Mikey.

And Mikey had never been so happy that Pete's family were out of town, because he'd hate to be making out on Pete's bed with Pete's mother downstairs, nonchalantly drinking her nighttime tea while her son was getting all gay up in his room.

"I - I should return the favor," Mikey mumbled as he flipped Pete and him over so that Mikey was now on top of Pete. Pete raised his eyebrows, confused for a second. Then his eyes widened as Mikey started to unbutton his jeans.