PUSH ME (PETEKY)

F*ck the *insert anything and everything in here*

Pete Wentz was growing aware of the progressive darkness coming from out the window.

He needed to leave before his mother got concerned to the point where she thought his day was anything but a spectacular and historic event.

"Now Mikey, as much as I'm enjoying our heart-to-heart talks I should be going so I'm not grounded."

"Of course, uh..."

"See you on Monday?"

"Monday?!" Mikey had so much to say to Pete Wentz, and he couldn't bear to wait 5 days to see him.

If absence makes the heart grow fonder Mikey was sure to be put in a situation where his job was sure to be compromised.

"What's wrong Mikey?" Pete looked sweetly at Mikey and that was certainly not helping the internal monologue between his morals and the obnoxious thumping organ he was tempted to rip out.

"I want to see you before Monday..." It was fair to say Mikey was ashamed of his need for Pete's companionship.

"That's music to my ears, I'm sure in my busy pizza filled schedule I could squeeze you in-" Mikey's grin faltered just like Pete knew it would "-of course I'm coming over, see you at 3:30 Mr.Way."

Pete winked, shut the door and regretted not kissing Mikey, at least not on the cheek.

But he went home anyway, to sit through frightful optimism and bearable commentary in whatever sport was in that night from his father, last night it was baseball and Pete was ready to swing at his father in the hopes of knocking him out. In his state Mr.Wentz would probably be a better fielder than the team, who were like statues on the field;a direct quote from Mr.Wentz himself.

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On Wednesday morning Mikey was sure he'd died and gone to heaven, in that he saw a blinding light.

At least half a dozen boys were dressed, head-to-toe in neon yellow outfits, the only other colour was a scarce Adidas or Nike symbol in black, and that isn't even a colour it's a shade.

Mikey Way declared that today was the day all fashion had bit the dust. He could only hope these boys, being freshmen, would recover from the whole 'be seen from mars' aesthetic by the time they reached their final year.

"Okay class. Sketchbooks out. Draw. Anything." Mikey Way could feel his teaching degree slipping away from him, first with his lack of lesson planning and his new 'f*ck the curriculum' vibe, not to mention Pete Wentz the not-so-studious student.

He went back to his desk, and starting working on grading assessments on his computer before he was interupted, and thankfully so because grading was annoying but Mikey's moral were strong and he refused to give them all B's.

His morals were strong there, but not in the case of teacher/student relationships. He had to remind himself that Pete was 18, and had only a term of school left and stop reminding himself how gushy he got over him.

He turned to the girl asking for help, and was shocked to see, at first glance the student referred to as 'Malibu Barbie' in his senior art class. It was a mistake anyone as blind as Mikey could make, with the considerable amount of self-tanner, foundation, lipstick, mascara and all that stuff that she should be dress-coded over. Aside her appearance Mikey was shocked at her stance, she had her elbows on his desk and was leaning over so her top hung low in the most inappropriate manner- Mikey was bisexual, but he wasn't being tempted by the walking lotion bottle as he was with Pete, even if that was in a more romantic way rather than the sexual interpretation the second coming of Barbie was opting for.

"Can I help you?" Mikey asked, making eye contact is his eyes wouldn't wander and she would flip out.

"Yeah, Mr.Way, I need help with my work."

"Can you elaborate?"

"I can't draw very well sir."

"You can only get better with practice."

"Can you guide my hand?"

Mikey knew it was coming, she didn't throw herself at him just for an extra sheet of paper, and his best guess was that she was trying to build some tension up.

Unfortunately for her Mikey had standards and morals and an actually brain, so sent her on her way.

He was fed, up, and wouldn't see Pete for ages, so he was doubly fed up.

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When Pete showed up at Mikey's apartment he was surprised that the door was unlocked, and upon opening was surprised at the revelation of Mikey's sleeping figure on the couch. Pete was smitten, he looked so cute and had probably had quite a tiresome day so deserved the cuddles Pete was about to give him.

Pete kicked his shoes off and lay down next to Mikey, resting his head on Mikey's chest. With the steady rise and fall Pete was getting very sleepy but unfortunately was not granted the pleasure of sleeping curled next to Mikey, he Mikey stirred and woke up, his hazel eyes flashing when he saw Pete lying almost completed on top off him.

"Pete?!" His voice all raspy from his nap, making Pete feel weird inside.

"I was right on time but someone was just to adorable to wake up."

"Okay. Time for a serious chat."

"Go on."

Mikey signed, before using the faithful sentence, 100% guaranteed to be followed by a very awkward encounter-

"What are we?"

Pete tried to over come the new tension in the room, with the chillest answer he could;

"At the moment we're just two boys cuddling but outside of this room you're my teacher and I'm your student, however inside this room we could be anything."

"Could we be boyfriends?" And Mikey asked something surprising  of Pete yet again, but the answer was guaranteed.

"We certainly could."

"Great, let's-" Mikey was cut off, from Pete lips colliding with his in the most chaste kiss, full of simplistic passion and romance. It certainly was bad for their first proper kiss. Pete's hand were resting loosely on Mikey's shoulders, and Mikey's were finding their way through Pete's hair.

When Pete pulled away from Mikey, they were both gushing like idiots and smiling so softly at each other Mikey and Pete felt the adrenaline run through them, then the guilt. But they ignored the guilt.

"What I was going to say is, let's be sure to not take this out of the room, you know. No physical contact unless were 100% sure we're alone! Also please don't tell anyone, I can't be a good boyfriend from behind bars."

"I'm sworn to secrecy till the second I graduate. Hypothetically of course, that wouldn't go down so well with your colleagues."

"Good point, now the onto the most important stuff- can we please kiss again?"

Howdy y'all. Isn't this chapter just the rootin'in tootin'in-st thang ever?
-M x