Fluff & smut oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey, MCR comfort)

#86 Petekey (fluff/smut) + note

Note: fucking hell do I hate finding myself back here once more. I really wish I could start writing again, but I just can't find the energy or the ideas for it anymore (+I don't know if I'm getting worse or what anymore at this point.) This sucks ass, and also this is another one of my emergency stories. Sorry.

I was also originally going to post another apology again for taking such a long break but mid way it just became me ranting about what writings means to me and more bullshit, and I doubt anyone wants to read about that. It also just makes me look like I'm hungry for attention/pity, which I am not, but I write/say a lot when it comes to apologises. Hope to start posting soon and according to my schedule instead of throwing some emergency story after week(s) and hoping it entertains you guys.

Mikey's pov

I shifted to the side as I felt someone crawl onto the bed. "Mm.." "Good morning darling, it's time to wake up! C'monnn," "noooo.." I whined, throwing the blanket over my head. He let out a small chuckle as he pulled the blanket off, shaking me. I curled up in a ball as he laid down beside me, pulling me closer. I turned around to face him as he cuddled me, purring. I shoved my head into his chest as he kissed my head and ran his fingers though my hair. "Let's get up for breakfast now okay?" "Finee.." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes we sat up. He ruffled with my hair before leaving, and I forced myself out of bed as I scratched my head, yawning. I shuffled my way to the bathroom as I quickly got ready.

I walked into the kitchen to find him trying to scrape out every bit of Nutella we had left in the container. "Need a little help there?" "Nope, I've got it. Here you go, sorry it's not much. I'll go buy some more later." "Thank you," I smiled, kissing his cheek. He placed it on a small plate, pushing it towards me. It had three pieces of bread all with Nutella on it as he grabbed the bag of plain bread. I was confused, but didn't say anything as we walked to the living room. "Why the plain bread?" "For me, duh." He said in a sassy voice, nudging me playfully. I frowned as I watched him bite into the plain piece of paper, feeling the guilt kick in. "You.. don't want Nutella?" "We ran out, so I'll just eat it with nothing. Don't worry about it, just eat yours okay?" He assured me as he plastered a smile across his face. "Pete.. we both know you absolutely hate plain food. We can share, come on." I sighed, poking his lips with the bread. I bit one side of it as I held the other end towards him. He was hesitant, nibbling a small bite before retreating back to the plain bread. I groaned as I snatched the bag of bread from his hands, placing my plate on the coffee table at the same time. I grabbed one piece of bread with Nutella on it before crawling over to sit on his lap, putting the one in his hand on the plate. I tore off part of the bread before putting half of it in between my teeth, looking up at him with puppy eyes. He blushed slightly as he bit it off before connecting our lips, cupping my face.

I let out a small gasp as I kissed him, pushing him back against the sofa. The both of us ate the piece of bread in silence before he gently pushed me to lay down. I could hear my heart beating faster as he leaned down, kissing me passionately while pinning my wrists beside me gently. Our hands locked as he just looked me up and down, and I nodded. His hand traveled down to my sweatpants as he pulled on the string, causing me to jerk my hips. His fingers gripped onto my pants and boxers firmly before pulling both of them down, getting flustered as my cock sprung out and slapped my against stomach. I could see him smile as the sight as he wrapped his hand around it, pumping it slowly. I bit my lip as my head rolled back, "mm.." He leaned down and began kissing around my neck, and I moved my head to the side to give him better access. I groaned as his grip around my cock tightened, slowly going faster and faster. I clenched my fists and bit my lip even harder, my body tensing up as he breathed down my neck. My body shivered and I gasped as his thumb began rubbing the tip of my cock in circular motion, making me moan. "Slow down," He snickered, licking my bottom lip as I stopped biting it. I parted my lips as his collided with mine, whimpering as his tongue slipped into my mouth.

I could feel myself progressively getting more and more breathless, my heart pounding faster than I could even think. I instinctively pushed him off and shouted the safe word as he immediately let go, nearly falling onto me. "Fuck.. I-I'm sorry.." I mumbled, my voice shaky as I covered my face with my palms and began sobbing. I just couldn't stop as I tried to speak, only drowned by my own voice and tears. Pete wasted no time helping me sit up, wrapping his arms around me as he patted my back. "Hey.. hey it's okay don't cry. Don't be sorry okay? Are you okay? Do you need your inhaler?" "I-I don't know please I.." I stuttered, unable to think as all I could do was cry and freak out. I shrieked for a second as he let me go completely, crying even harder. I gasped for air as my heart felt like it was aching, only feeling like it was getting harder to breathe with every breath I took. Pete finally came back as he placed the inhaler on my lap and pulled me close, "Here, just incase. Take in a deep breath for me okay?" He said in a soft voice, gently putting my hands down as I nodded. I gritted my teeth as he wiped my tears, gesturing to take in a deep breath. He held my trembling hands in his as I shut my eyes, slowing doing so. He didn't say anything and just rubbed my hands with his thumb comfortingly, allowing me to squeeze his hands. A couple of minutes passed as I sniffled, finally opening my eyes to see him staring back at me with a worried expression. I looked down as I couldn't even look in his direction without feeling disappointed that I once again let him down.

"I'm sorry, I'll be in our room." I muttered in a quiet tone, grabbing the inhaler and pulling my pants and boxers up before getting up and walking away. I hate this stupid condition. I shut the door behind me as I collapsed onto our bed, rolling to the very edge of the bed as I held the inhaler up where the sun shone directly down at me. I could hear Pete knock on the door, peeking inside. "Hey.. what's wrong?" "Me, obviously. It's always the same. I get us both get excited. No matter how slowly we move, I freak out and push you away in the end and disappoint you again. I hate this stupid freaking shit. I hate mysel-" "Don't say that about yourself. You know I love you no matter whether we make love or not, right?" silence filled the room as we both knew the answer to that question. He climbed into bed as he pulled my body close, embracing me as I hugged his arms. "I'm sorry.." "Don't be. It's okay. I'll love you with and without touching you that way okay? Mwah," he crooned as he planted a small kiss on my cheek. I couldn't help but feel tears rushing to my eyes as he said those words. I turned around and hugged him tightly as I just shoved my head into his chest, hearing him let out a small sigh of relief while stroking my head. "I love you so much Pete, thank you.." "I love you too sweetheart, and thank YOU for telling me the second you were uncomfortable." I smiled as he kissed my head, "Now, shall we go eat some Nutella bread together?" "I'd like that."