Dying In LA ||Frerard/Ryden/Petekey||

Micheal James Way

A/N: WHOOP NEW CHARACTER but don't get too attached...

KIDDING!

Or am I?

Previously on glee...

Pete's POV

I lie naked in bed, wrapped in silk sheets, with a boy next to me.

He looked to be about mid 20's.

Not bad, be being in my 30's.

He had wonderful features, a jawline that could kill, bleached hair with slight roots, A little bit on the skinnier side, but still stunning.

His name was Mikey.

And I just slept with him.

I reached my arm out to his face, lightly brushing up his neck that was covered with dark hickeys, and down his sharp jawline.

He was perfect.

I wanted him.

He stirred slightly, eyes barely opened.

His light brown eyes peered through his eyelashes.

He sat up and ran a hand through his obviously bleached blonde-ish hair.

I sat up with him and pressed a button on my nightstand that pulled my dark blue blinds open.

The room filled with light, Mikey looked out the window at the rising sun.

I looked deeply into his eyes, the way the light reflected on his eyes lit up the small gold specks surrounding his dark black pupils.

Innocence radiated from the boy.

I could "fix" that.

"Waffles or pancakes?" I asked, rather loud.

He jumped slightly, obviously startled by the loud noise.

"I don't care. Do you have any advil?" He said quietly.

Shy.

I could fix that too.

"Check the bathroom, top drawer under the sink on your right."

"Thanks." He said, rolling out of bed and throwing on someones boxers that were left on the floor from last night.

His collarbone was covered in dark purple markings from the night before, his hair messed up from sleeping.

He was the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.

The way his jawline is basically carved out, but still curved slightly, his lught brown eyes, down to the way he walked out of that room with absolutely no shame of what was done the previous night, was perfect.

He walked back into the room and began to dress himself.

"Can I have your number?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to be too forward.

"Sure, but i'm not taking yours" he said with a smirk.

"And why is that?"

"To make sure you make the first move." He said, winking at me.

"Fine." I said, handing him my unlocked phone.

He opened the contacts app and made a new one with his number in it.

"Call me later." He said, leaving the room.