hehe peteky time

hazy makeouts

Mikey's pov

I'm giggling like mad as I drag Pete Wentz through the gravel, the small rocks crunching beneath our feet.

The truth is, neither of us are even drunk- maybe we're drunk on each other, but that doesn't matter right now. What matters is I'm taking Pete Wentz, to my tour bus, not caring if Gerard, or Frank, or Ray, or Bob scolded me for acting like such a teenage girl. I punched the key code in, and bounced on the balls of my feet before the doors hissed open, I pushed Pete inside, already hearing the low whispers and hum of the movie playing in the background. Once inside, I whisper to Pete to go to my bunk, and nudge him in the right direction, praying to god that Gerard didn't look up from his sketchbook. Frank and Ray stared at me with wide eyes, I assumed bob was already fast asleep, seeming as he wasn't out with the rest of the guys.

"I brought company, please don't be assholes" I sigh, they both nod as I retreat to the dark hallway full of bunks, I climb into mine, seeing the small screen of Pete's iPod light up the dark space. I place one of my legs in between his, and move his chest so it's on top of mine. Pete puts a small black earbud into my ear, before putting in one of his own. I pull the curtain shut and close my eyes, letting the music fill the empty space until Pete begins on an existential drag.

"I think I love you Mikeyway," Pete sighs after a few songs of just listening to each other breathe, I snort, and move one of my hands up to play with his matte black hair.

"Oh yeah? What gave you that idea Peter?" I say, rolling a particularly soft tuft of his hair between my forefinger and thumb. Pete turns the music down, so it's only a soft bass in the back of our heads, then continues to speak.

"When we're together you make my insides feel all red and gold, warm and like if I were to catch on fire I would burst into a million brightly colored fireworks," Pete cups my cheek and strokes his fingers through the hair in my hairline, I smile at him, and he returns the favor by scrunching up his nose. I cannot believe how pretty he is, tan skin and tattoos and eyeliner, the not so flattering lighting of the bus hitting his features and making him look absolutely gorgeous.

"You're so pretty," I blurt out, instantly heating up when I realize what I said. Pete looks up at me with huge brown eyes, twinkling as he starts to shift his position to straddling my waist. I squirm with anticipation, waiting for him to move. Pete's hands run up my stomach and into my hair, tugging slightly. I bite my lip to stifle the sounds bubbling in my throat, then Pete's lips are on mine. My entire body heats up as an electric shock vibrates up my spine, my hand mindlessly finds its way up to Pete's shirt collar, rubbing back and forth on his collarbones with my thumb. Pete's mouth on mine feels like heaven, warm and soft and wet, he tastes like chocolate and coffee and a little bit like his own taste. Our tongues haven't even touched yet and I'm shivering with want and overstimulation. I move my left hand down to the hem of Pete's shirt, moving my fingers slowly to feel the bare skin on his stomach and hips. In return, I get a groan from Pete as he licks my bottom lip, tugging lightly on my hair as I open my mouth with a small gasp.

I don't think either of us want to go much further then making out today, both of us exhausted from our earlier sets and the blazing heat around us. Plus, I can just feel Pete massaging his tongue against mine, not rough, not desperate, just content. I smile, well as much as you can when your lips are attached to someone else's fade, which causes Pete to pull back. When he releases our lips, I realize the earbuds have long since fallen out of our ears, and we're sitting, making out in silence.

"What's got you all smiley, Mikeyway," Pete says lightly, one hand massaging my scalp and the other rubbing back and forth on my cheekbone. I feel my face flush and smile again, staring at him through slightly foggy glasses.

"I love you Pete, am I not allowed to smile at the boy I love?" I say playfully, thumbs rubbing at either sides of his hips, Pete leans back down and kisses me hard, though without tongue and full of something that makes my stomach knot and twist. He pulls away just as quick as it started, then settles himself back down on top of me, head in the crook of my neck and laces our hands together. Pete places a few light kisses on my neck, then looks back up at me.

"You're definitely allowed to smile at me, Duke of Handsomeness, your smile just secures your spot in the Fraternal Order of the Handsome Boy," Pete smiles loopy, I laugh softly, sort of feeling a sleepy cloud over the both of us that makes this not feel real. I think about how great this past month or so has been, all of it because of Pete. I mindlessly massage the roots of his hair, hearing Pete's breath slow down and become quiet. Then think about how I always want to have him like this, and how I never want this moment to end.