PUSH ME (PETEKY)

Mikey still struggles with names

Pete hated doing things in the middle of the week, they disturbed him routine and he was more than content to waste away with a box of pizza by his side and his laptop on his chest rather than going out side where having crumbs in his chest-hair would be frowned upon.

But here he was, leaning on a post outside of Mikey's apartment block, with his hood pulled up and his boots scuffing the concrete beneath him, on a very brisk Tuesday evening.

His boyfriend of less than a week was less the impressive on the punctuality side of things.

They had arranged to meet outside of Mikey's apartment at 5:00, and so far only Pete was holding up that end of the deal, however Mikey have forgotten that from 5:00 he was meant to be taking Pete out on a date.

Pete didn't know where he was going because he wasn't let in on that most important detail.

So he had to wait for Mikey.

He heard the door swing open and he turned around to see Mr. Mikey Way absolutely rocking a denim jacket and black skinny jeans.
"Finally..." Pete sighed at Mikey, who smirked and apologised;

"Sorry. But this date will make up for my lack of punctuality."

"Then let's go."

Mikey opened his car door,
"M'lady."

"And they say chivalry is dead." Pete said, stepping into the car and sitting in the passenger seat.

Mikey climbed in on the other side, and each of them just blushed and glanced at each other, smitten that they were with the cutest boy, in their own opinions.

They were also bathing in the adrenaline of breaking the rules. Because Hermione Granger was right- "It's fun isn't it? Breaking the rules?"

"So Mikey Mouse, where are we going?"

"Well, Pete Porcupine, as cliche as it is I'm not telling you."

"Pete Porcupine?"

"I was under pressure okay?" Mikey grinned and Pete was just feeling all mushy with having such a pretty boy smiling at him and giving him pet names, or pete names.

"Would you prefer Pete Penguin, or Pete Passionfruit or Pete Pentagon?"

"Your nicknaming skills are shameful. My name is Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz iii and you can't make a decent name from that."

"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz?"

"You look surprised that my name is so intriguing. And it's Peter Lewis Kingson Wentz the third"

"You mean someone named their child that three times?" Mikey was baffled because Pete's name was pretty awful and if Pete wasn't so cute yet punk he probably would look a little like Donald Trump's offspring in Mikey's eyes.

"Yes, you goof." Pete tapped Mikey's nose, affection radiating of the both of them, an action raising blushes on both their cheeks.

"Well my full name is Michael James Way so I can't really compare."

"Michael James, so close..."

"To what?"

"Michael Jackson, of course!" Pete exclaimed like the emo king he was, fangirling over the pop king in the most obscure manner making Mikey question how on Earth he hadn't fallen for him sooner.

They both giggled till Pete recovered and the conversation steered away from dead Pop icons.

Like Zayn Malik and his career.

They pulled into a parking spot outside a old park, with old streets lamps (still dull) and a fountain. Pete decided that the next town across was certainly prettier than his.

"Well, my dearest Peter Pig, we are here."

"Peter pig?"

"Like Peppa Pig, please humour me and let me take you on a very romantic picnic."

"A picnic, you're so sweet."

"Well it wasn't hard to figure out that you like food, but I spent a decent amount of time deciding what pizza to get."

"You're too sweet!" Pete threw his arms around Mikey and kisses his cheek, the action commendable considering the nuisance of a seatbelt holding him back.

The got out, and Mikey had Pete on one arm and a picnic basket of pizza in the other.

They sat down on a rug, very close to each other with a plate of pizza in the middle of their laps.
"Mikey, this is perfect. You're perfect."

"Aw Pete, you're perfect. You're  going to get us both in so much trouble, but that's part of you're general perfection."
Mikey could comment on how he thought that the little, and young hurricane he was currently sharing a large pepperoni pizza with was absolutely perfect forever but that meant he couldn't stuff his face with pizza as quickly.

So he sufficed for chatting, leaning about Pete and Pete learning about him

They had set their pizza aside, Pete having met his quota.

In the middle of a talk about who looked better in fancy eye makeup- Ryan Ross or Brendon Urie?- Mikey felt something on his lap, a certain Pete Pepperoni's head.

Instinctively he started running his hands through Pete's hair, twirling his short locks around his fingers.

He hummed softly, completely smitten, till the street lights flickered on,
"Well Pete Petting Zoo, it's time for me to take you home."

"But I don't want to get up."

"I'll carry, but I'll have to make two trips."

"TWO TRIPS ARE FOR LOSERS!" Pete said too loudly for being in a late night suburbia.

So Mikey died externally in lifting Pete bridal style and the basket and then dumping the blanket over his head-
"Hey!"

"Sorry you're just too gorgeous it's distracting me from my brute strength." Mikey growled at Pete, baring his teeth, then smiling.

"Well, okay then."

They got back in the car, and drove home, humming and singing to David Bowie the entire time.

Mikey pulled into his drive, "I want to invite you inside purely because I want to kiss you but this car is like a fishbowl and we don't want anyone to see us."

"Well I have no issue with that."

"Well come on then."

They slipped up the stairs and into Mikey apartment, and upon closing the door Mikey pressed Pete up against him and kissed him, passionately and perfectly just as the night, and the boy was.

"Goodnight Pete, see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight babe." Pete had finally found an acceptable nickname.

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