Petekey One Shots.

I miss you.

He went to that party.
He got drunk.
He left.
Now They're both broken.
"I'm leaving, you love him. Be happy with him. Please, for me"

...

the rain fall slowly, at least it seemed slow, the rain was different without pete. everything was different without pete.

he couldn't stop thinking about him.
that's when they crossed paths.

"I regret going out to that party," he took a deep breathe "Pete, I can't stop myself from worrying about you. I've gotten used to that, but I love you. You're always on my mind, day and night. When I think of you, all feels so right. Need to have you, need to hold you and tell you that I love you. My love, I don't want to see us apart
This separation just tears away my heart
I miss you, oh, I really miss you. Will need you more and more each day. I know I cannot live without you. I miss you, more than words can say."

Pete refused to look away, even as his lips trembled and his shoulders heaved with emotion, unwilling to back down.
His dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears; his hands clenched into shaking fists, in a desperate battle against the grief. A lone tear traced down his cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened.
He wept, tears streaming from his deep blue eyes, loud, heaving sobs tearing from his throat, and still he did not look away. His crying was both ferocious and noisy. He blinked briny tears from bloodshot eyes. The tears made wet tracks down his face and dripped from his stubbled, wobbling chin. Clear watery snot streaked from his flaring nostrils down his red mottled skin to his open quivering lips. His hands open and closed, rhythmically clenching as if there could be some violent solution to his pain if only he could find it.

"Mikey, you really hurt me. You really fucking hurt me," He wiped a tear off his face "But I miss you too. The past few days as been so lonely and i've been just needing someone to tell me 'it's going to be okay', I love you so much mikeyway, I just can't trust you like i did" Mikey sighed, running his fingers through his soaking wet hair "Pete, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I really didn't."

The rain runs down the boys faces to where their lips meet roughly, each of them tasting the cold drops. Instead of detracting from the intensity of the moment it brings them to new heights. Mikey pushes his lips in more firmly and the wave that runs through Pete is intoxicating, making his head swim as He pull back to take in his beautiful face.