Oneshots - multiship

Lover Boy

⭐️petekey⭐️

new cover makes me think of ryden and im fuckin emo man

woah a petekey havent written one of these in forever

this is badly written but i liked the story kinda

lots of old cars. set maybe 80s ?? lets go like mid-early 80s i think
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"Gimme that!" Mikey laughed, grabbing the mixtape from Pete's hand and pushing it into the player. "Is this Queen?" He asked as crackling music sounded from shitty car speakers, somewhat resembling 'Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy' by Queen.

"You betcha, Lover Boy." Pete grinned, resting a hand on Mikey's thigh.

"Wow, for like 3 seconds there I forgot what a complete dork you are." He shook his head and chuckled as Pete swerved slightly, glancing at the blonde boy next to him. He shifted in the torn up seat of Peter's 1951 Willys Jeep Pickup Truck. "How'd you even convince your dad to let you borrow this?"

"Because he didn't want Hemingway in the '57 Chevy Bel Air." Pete laughed as Mikey rolled his eyes and smiled down at the dog sat in the footwell. "Anyway, how'd you convince your mom to let you come with me?"

"Oh, mom was easy, Gee and Frank were the hard ones to convince. They seem to think that just because you're in freshman year of college, doesn't mean I can trust you." Pete rolled his eyes. "But I think it's gonna be awesome. I know Chicago is a long way to go having not left Belleville before, but I'm 17 and I love you, and I'm very excited." Mikey grinned and pressed a kiss to Pete's cheek before scratching Hemingway's head.

"I love you too, Baby."

Mikey chuckled and let his eyes drift over Pete's face. The music was quickly forgotten as Mikey admired the boy next to him. Pete smiled nervously, feeling Mike's gaze on him. He let his eyes leave the road for mere seconds, the car swerving for the second time as his attention drifted.

"Pete!"

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Queen played through radio static, echoing off linoleum floors. White-washed walls lined every single room, corridors painted a grubby duck-egg blue.

Mikey let out a quiet sigh, head in hands as he sat beside the stark white bed. The tan boy he was infatuated with lay in front of him, silent and unmoving.

The only thing reassuring Mikey that his boyfriend was even alive was the beep of the heart monitor intruding his every thought.

"Hello?"

Mikey's eyes shot open. They met with those familiar mocha orbs, eyes that held Mikey's whole world.

"Baby, hi."

"I-I'm sorry... who are- who are you? Where am I?"

Mikey's heart shattered. This was the boy he had given his heart to. The boy who Mikey let himself truly love. The boy whose house he practically lived in for a year.

"Y-you don't remember me? I-it's me- it's Mikey, your boyfriend." Pete must have noticed the tears dribbling down the blonde's cheeks; the way his hands were shaking and his lip was quivering.

"I'm sorry."

The radio flickered to 'Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy' and Mikey let a sob pass by his lips. Pete reached to hold his hand, finding a need to comfort this boy.

"This is our song, Petey. You used to call me your Lover Boy." Mikey's tone was almost that of a whisper as he spoke to his love.

"I'm sure I loved you very much, but I- but I can't remember you, Mikey."

He was just Pete's Loved Boy now.

Loved...