Backdoor Boy

3

Mikey ran his hands through his hair. He pushed the heels of his hands against his temples, gripping his head. He looked at his keys on the table beside him. He was supposed to leave for Pete's house soon, but he had never wanted to go somewhere less than he wanted to go to there.

Ray had been on his mind all week, and Mikey couldn't control it. It was as if every time Mikey didn't have something to focus on, his brain pulled Ray back to the front lines. He had already hung out with Pete twice and been unable to focus, and it was starting to make him feel guilty. While Mikey knew Pete had cheated on him, too, he had no idea if it ran as deep with Patrick as it did with Ray.

Mikey sighed and grabbed the keys. He slumped out of the house, driving to Pete's house with a heavy, unsettling feeling in his chest. When he pulled up in front of the house, he stared at it for a moment, wondering if he should even go in at all.

After a few minutes, Mikey climbed out of his car and went up to the red door. He knocked, and it was opened almost immediately. Pete stood in front of him, a wide grin on his face.

"Hi lover," Pete said.

Mikey nodded and forced a smile. "Hey."

Pete stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Mikey. "I was thinking we could have a night out tonight, just you and me," he said. "We haven't done that in a while, have we?"

Mikey shook his head. "We really haven't," he said.

Pete tilted his head at his boyfriend. "Babe, you seem distant."

"No I don't."

"Yes, you do! What's up? Come on, you can tell me anything."

Mikey looked at Pete and blinked. He didn't know how to respond.

He's cheating on me, but I can tell him anything? Huh. Funny how that goes. I mean, yeah, I fucked another guy, and that guy is all I can think about, but-

"Babe?"

"Huh?" Mikey said quickly, snapping out of his thoughts. "What, what is it?"

"What's up?"

Mikey reached out and took Pete's hand. "Nothing, really," he lied. "Let's go have a night out."

-

Pete tugged on Mikey's hand, pulling him up the stairs to his bedroom. Pete closed the door behind him, pushing Mikey against it and pulling him into a kiss.

Mikey gave in for a moment, then gently pulled away. "Pete, won't your parents hear us?"

"They aren't here, silly," Pete said, craning his neck up to kiss Mikey's ear. "It's their date night, too."

Pete started to kiss Mikey again, and he managed to get Mikey's shirt off before Mikey began to panic. He practically shoved Pete away and covered his face. He was suddenly extremely sweaty. His breathing was heavy and shaky, and his heart was pounding in his chest.

"Mikey, what's wrong?!" Pete cried. "Are you okay?!"

Mikey rubbed the sweat off of his forehead and grabbed the bedpost to steady himself. What the fuck is wrong with me? he thought. Why can't I do this?

"I-I..."

Pete reached up and squeezed Mikey's shoulder. "What's going on with you lately?" he asked softly. "You've been acting different. I-Is it me? Did I do something?"

Mikey, having realized the problem while Pete was talking, didn't answer. He grabbed his shirt off the floor and pulled it quickly over his head. "I gotta go," he muttered, voice trembling.