Rivals: The Killjoys vs. The Youngbloods

9. Two Lies and a Truth

The small motel room had all the signs of after-sex; rumpled sheets, the light musty smell of sweat and a slight feeling of regret at the actions that occurred hidden under the cover of night.

Mikey rested his head on Pete's shoulder and inhaled from a rolled piece of paper. "Well, that was fun." He referenced their previous activities.

"It was." Pete agreed, his red rimmed eyes stared at the peeling paint on the motel ceiling.

Mikey passed the joint to Pete, who gladly took it and inhaled.

This was what had become of their secret meetings. Quickies in old, inexpensive motel rooms and smoking weed when it was all over.

It wasn't really the normal relationship people looked for, but neither of them really cared. They craved the escape these secret meetings brought, they relished the feelings of bare skin and toxic smoke.

"What's wrong?" Mikey looked up at him.

Pete snapped from his marijuana induced daze. "Nothing."

Mikey sat up; the blanket covering his bottom half slipped lower on his naked hips. "You get so spacey when you smoke."

Pete shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. "I guess my tolerance for it is not as high as yours." He handed the joint back to Mikey.

"Years of practice." Mikey grinned and blew out the smoke in rings.

Pete could have died right there at the sight of Mikey's lips wrapped around the joint. His hazel eyes and sharp jawline seemed more pronounced in the harsh yellowish light that filtered through the smoke.

"What time do you have to be back?" Mikey asked, teasingly blowing smoke into Pete's face.

Pete smiled, enjoying the secondhand buzz. "Depends. What time is it?"

Mikey leaned over Pete to check his phone. This wasn't helping Pete stay calm, and Mikey knew that. "11:30." Mikey answered.

"We've got a little more time before I told Patrick I'd be home." Pete said, pulling Mikey towards him.

"Think you can get me off in twenty minutes?" Mikey challenged.

Pete flipped him over. "Ten bucks says I can do it multiple times." He kissed a trail down Mikey's neck.

"Challenge accepted." Mikey bit his bottom lip, holding in a moan as Pete's hands explored his body.

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"I wish you didn't have to go." Mikey said, watching Pete pull on his clothes.

Pete grinned and zipped up his jeans. "Was I really that good?"

Mikey rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not, I actually like spending time with you when we're not fucking."

"I know." Pete smirked and pulled on his hoodie. "You can never seem to keep your hands off of me."

Mikey dropped the blanket and sauntered over to where Pete was standing. "So I guess I owe you ten bucks?"

Pete struggled to keep his eyes on Mikey's face, knowing if he stared at the younger man's body, he would be tempted to stay longer.

Pete shrugged. "Eh, you could just pay me back another way." He winked.

"I can work with that." Mikey agreed and ran a finger over Pete's collarbone. "You might want to cover up that hickey, so that your boyfriend doesn't see."

Pete pulled the collar of his hoodie up. "He's not my boyfriend." He argued.

"Whatever babe." Mikey pressed a kiss to Pete's lips chastely. "Go home before you get in trouble."