PUSH ME (PETEKY)

Ooh another conflict

Pete and Mikey were enjoying their holiday. Mikey didn't have to work and Pete was free of the claws of the education system for a few months.

The freedom had made them a little reckless, meaning Mikey had actually stepped inside Pete's house for the first time in their 3 month (ish) relationship.

Pete's mother and father had gone to visit his aunt and his newborn cousin.
They were just revelling in the diploma they had insisted on taking with them because, although they would never admit it, neither parent was completely sure that Pete would graduate.

So Pete was alone,

For about five minutes.

He could have easily burned down his house in the five minutes he was waiting for Mikey, but he didn't.

He heard a knock on the door, and grinned as he swung open the door,
"Hey Mikes!"

"Hey Pete!"

"Come on in, note I don't have any impact on the design of this house, so the various shade of maroon and beige are not my doing."

"Thanks for the disclaimer."

"My room is cool though, upstairs?"

"Sure."

After escaping the abundance of beige cushions and Mikey was taking in the pictures on Pete's wall.

He just had a collection of blurry Polaroids. Some had bright bits, like streetlights.

"Pete, what are all these photos of?" Mikey was genuinely interested because Pete didn't go out when the street lights were on due to his 'I'm not actually 18, I am a 14 year old' curfew.

"My aesthetic."

Mikey wasn't exactly shocked by this answer.

He just sat on Pete's bed, on the end because the rest of the bed was askew and unmade.

"Sorry, I'm messy in the holidays."

"You're always messy...hopeless."

"Hopelessly in love with you." Instead of making his bed, Pete saved space by sitting on Mikey's lap, having his legs hang over either side of the waist and pressing their foreheads together.

"I can tell." Mikey giggled,

"You're meant to say it back, you little sh*t." Pete giggled back, so close to Mikey he could feel his breath on his face.

Mikey just leant up and kissed Pete, signifying just how in love with him he was. His lips moulded into Pete's and his hands held him as close as he could.

Pete's mouth was everywhere, and Mikey revelled in their kiss, grinning as tongues slipped into mouths that were not their own and hands traced patterns on skin that they weren't part of.

"I do love you Peter Wentz." Mikey pulled back, very breathless at the intensity of the kiss and the intense beauty of the kisser.

"I do love you Michael Way."

*•*•*•*•*

Mikey had kindly volunteered to unstuck the dishwasher, because he refused to freeload in Pete's house, even though Pete went over to his house and only 'paid' in cuddles.

Mikey was trying not to clank the plates too loudly, because Pete was on the phone assuring his mother that he hadn't thrown a party and his liver wasn't about to die from alcohol poisoning.

"Yes. The house is fine, I blew out all the candles, no I don't have shoes on the couch...."

Mikey picked up a saucepan from their dinner, a great choice of noodles and slightly burnt vegetables, then dropped it.

It hit the ground loudly, and Mikey hurriedly apologised; "Sorry Pete!"

Pete shushed Mikey, but it was too late, Mrs Wentz had heard the clatter and the apology and all the effort Pete had put in to calm her just went away.

"Pete?! What was that? Whose with you?" She screeched down the phone, startling Pete so he had to put the phone on speaker, not risking having it too near his ear

"Just dropped the broom, sweeping the floor..."

"Really?!" Mrs Wentz was right to not trust Pete, because doing chores wasn't something he did by choice. Unless, as Mrs Wentz thought, he had thrown a party and was cleaning up.

"Really. Trust me, I don't have enough friends to invite."

"But someone is with you!"

Mikey grimaced, because Pete wasn't doing a great job getting out of his situation, in fact he was just digging himself into a deeper hole.

"No...."

"Yes, someone said, 'Sorry Pete' and you don't every refer to yourself like that. You have company."

Mikey looked at Pete, who shrugged giving Mikey the best 'if you want' he could.

So Mikey spoke up,

"Uh hi, Mrs Wentz. Sorry, I'm Mikey and I've just been over for dinner. Pete and I are, like somewhat together and thought it would be best to keep it down low. We didn't want to worry you, but I dropped a saucepan. Again; I'm so sorry."

"Oh, it's alright dear. I just got a bit worried. I'm glad Pete has some company, stay the night if you'd like."

Mikey sighed of relief, Pete's mother didn't yell at him, or question their 'somewhat togetherness'.

She also knew of his existence which was slightly worrying.

Thankfully she hung up.

"I've never been so scared in my whole entire life." Pete said,

"Same, and I watched Saw when I was 16."

"I've never seen it. But I'm still going to call 16-year-old-you a wimp."

"You couldn't handle it."

"Is that a challenge?"

"It's more of an invite, if you'd like to cuddle into me as you scream in terror."

"I think I would."

*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*

Pete survived Saw, and Mikey acknowledged it wasn't as scary as his teenage self made him believe.

They were cuddled up on the sofa, the stairs between the living room and Pete's bed keeping them from sleeping in a proper bed.

They were way too tired to think, but Mikey still absent mindedly playing with Pete's hair.

Pete was slipping in and out of a sleepy daze, yawning sleeping and giving Mikey kisses along his jaw.

"I love you-" he yawned "-Mikey"

"I love you Pete."

They both fell asleep, their bodies to close to decipher where they met and separated under the blanket.

I am not updating at all I am so sorry.
-M x