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Pete and Mikey stumbled through their small town in the middle of the night, squinting as cars passed by with their brights on. Neither of the two boys thought they would be sneaking away from their last winter formal- however, that's just what happened. The two lovers decided the crowd was too boring for them, and they dipped, giggling like school girls as they ran through the night. Pete wanted to bring Mikey to his secret, his hideaway that he had only kept to himself until now.

"Pete, baby, where are we going?" Mikey asked the smaller boy Pete continued to go towards the forest, only halting when Mikey wasn't following him.

"I'm taking you somewhere I've never taken anyone else, Mikeyway," and even though Mikey was almost sure that meant Pete was going to kill him, he followed anyway. Trying not to slip on the ice stricken leaves and fallen trees in his dress shoes. He almost couldn't see Pete, who was in an all black suit, he could only see the little shimmer of Pete's ring in the moonlight, and hear the ground crunch under his feet. When Pete stopped, Mikey stepped next to him, he could just make out the rickety ladder that lead up to a small tree house. Pete started to climb, and Mikey followed, seriously wondering why this place was so special to Pete.

Once he got inside, he knew why. The platform overlooked a small meadow, with a creek running through the center, you could see the stars glimmer in the water of the lake and the frost danced on the bare limbs of bushes and dead flowers. Even in the dead of winter, it was beautiful, Mikey could only imagine what it looked like in the spring, with flowers blooming and bees and birds. Maybe he could even convince Pete to take him on a picnic date in the field.

"So?" Pete asked nervously, tweaking with the little black buttons on his dress shirt, he looked up at Mikey, whose eyes sparked in the moonlight.

"It's gorgeous Pete," Mikey smiles, grabbing Pete's hand with his own and kissing the skin on his knuckles. Pete smiled back, scooting closer to Mikey and resting his head on Mikey's shoulder.

"It's very special to me, I go here all the time, when I need to hide and just think. I write a lot up here, silly little songs that maybe someday will become something," Pete speaks honestly, staring off into the cold night, he could his and Mikey's breath mixing in the cool air. Mikey was staring at Pete, watching as Pete's eyes twinkled in the white light, Mikey could even see the flecks of golden brown dance in the dim lighting.

"I can understand why, it's very peaceful," Mikey says quietly, brushing up and down Pete's side with his thumb. Pete hums, moving his head so he's facing Mikey.

"When I come here, it's to find myself, find the meaning of all of my actions and live and breathe, following the river of my soul to the depth of me," Pete speaks in a low tone, staring at Mikey. Mikey simply stares back, thinking about how fucking poetic that sentence alone was.

"You're very sexy when you talk all poetic to me, Pete," Mikey says, cupping the side of Pete's face with a rough hand, Pete puts his hand on top of Mikey's.

"Maybe I should do it more often then hm?" Pete smirks thinking of all of the things he's written about Mikey that he could use to his advantage, "so if I told you that you remind me of the galaxy, you'd want me to fuck you?"

"Depends on how I remind you of the galaxy," Mikey rushes out voice almost dying in his throat, anxiously awaiting Pete's response. Pete's response however, is better then Mikey imagined; he pins the skinnier boy to the floor in one motion, so their mouths are inches apart and they're bodies even closer.

"When you're focusing on things, your eyes are like the planets, swirling colors and you can see the life swimming in your eyes," Pete says right next to Mikey's ear, making him shiver and resist the temptation to roll his hips. Pete senses this, and presses his hips down onto Mikey's, both of them letting out a low groan. Mikey weaves his hand through Pete's hair, Pete sighs and continues to speak.

"And there's something about you, shit Mikey-" Pete sucks a deep breath in, as Mikey's lips suck a purple bruise onto his skin, "you're such a mystery, I could stare at you for hours and only find little things about you, you're so deep, I want to know everything." Pete hand travel all over Mikey's body, unbuttoning his dress shirt and pants, as Mikey helps him wiggle the tight fabric off of his legs. Mikey's hands work to unbutton Pete's shirt as well, and Pete's working on his dress pants until they're both left in messily unbuttoned shirts and boxers. Pete moves himself in between Mikey's legs again, grinding himself against Mikey, and getting high pitched moans from the skinnier boy.

"Fuck Pete, seriously oh my god," Mikey pants, hands moving to grip Pete's ass and press his hips closer to his body. Pete groans, pressing a kiss on Mikey's forehead before pulling Mikey's boxers off, then his own.

"Mikey, Jesus you're my getaway car, driving miles under orange and pink," Pete is panting heavy, because Mikey is pushing his ass closer and closer to his dick, and they didn't even need prep or lube. Then Pete's inside of Mikey, waiting for the okay to move.

"Pete fuck, tell me more, and fucking move"

Pete moves at a slow pace, savoring the feeling of Mikey, and the little noises his lover lets out.

"Fuck, your love makes me feel like I'm a colidascope," Pete find Mikey's prostate, eyes rolling in the back of his head as Mikey squirms and lets out a string of profanities, "you make everything golden, it's not real." Pete continues feeling his stomach knot and churn, begging to be released. He was a gentleman, he would let Mikey finish first.

"Pete fuck touch me," Mikey groans, Pete moves his hand to Mikey, and in only a few more strokes of his fist, Mikey is finishing sticky white over their stomachs. Pete lets Mikey ride out his high, during this Pete finishes also, pulling out and collapsing next to Mikey with a crooked smile on his face. They lay like that in silence, only moving when the air gets thin and cold again, and bursting out in small giggles.

"I love you Pete, Jesus Christ," Mikey says, resting his head in the crook of Pete's neck.

"I love you too Mikeyway," Pete sighs, and picks Mikey up and places the boy on his lap. And they sit like that, watching the stars in the crisp night.