CG/L Band Oneshots

Toy Cars (M.W. x P.W.)

Words- 696

Little- Pete Wentz
Little- Mikey Way
Song- "This is what I live for" by Blue October

The two had been happily dating for a long while now, spending almost every day with each other. Pete and Mikey were both littles, they just happened to not regress very often together.

On the rare occasion, either of them would feel small, the other would spend the whole day taking care of them and making them feel like the best little boy around.

Even more rare, were the days they were both small.

"Petey! Nu! You's can't do that yet!" Mikey squeaked as Pete started pushing the toy cars off the edge of the bed, him giggling menacingly as they crashed to the ground.

Pete looked at his playmate and giggled to himself, "I can do what I wanna, 'm older than you," he teased the smaller male, pushing yet another car off the side of the bed.

They'd been peacefully playing with their cars when one of them had rolled off, and Pete found it to be the funniest thing ever.

Mikey sighed and shrugged his shoulders, continuing to play with the two cars he had managed to keep away from Pete's eager hands.

Pete had pushed every single car but the two Mikey had from the bed, watching them crash to the ground. He looked at the ones in Mikey's hands, eyeing them before he reached over and pushed them to the ground.

Mikey whined as he watched them crash to the floor, his eyes watered up, "T-That's no fair, I don' mess wif your toys," Mikey whimpered, crawling away from Pete.

Pete shrugged his shoulders, "Yous can pick 'me up, Mitey," Pete said as he slid off the bed, picking each toy car up and placing it back on the edge of the bed. He would've left them there, but Mikey had wanted his toys back, and he wanted to push them off again.

Small tears dropped down Mikey's cheek, "I don' wanna p'ay wif you," he whispered to the other male, it felt like a breakup. Except it was just a playtime, and it definitely wasn't permanent.

Pete's eyes snapped up to watch the other, before he shrugged his shoulders once again, and rolled his eyes as he continued to play, his pride and frustrations not letting him succumb to tears.

The smaller boy rubbed his eyes as he slid off the bed, crawling to his stuffed toys on the other side of the room, playing with them quietly.

He didn't dare interrupt the way Pete laughed and giggled at the cars falling to the ground again, each little trying to distract them from each other.

But that only lasted a few minutes.
They were both so used to the attention of the other.
Guilt tore through Pete's mind as he looked at his playmate. His eyes were still wet and his cheeks were tear-stained.

He felt bad for having ignored his cries, they had come from a very reasonable standpoint. The boy just wanted to play, and Pete was mentally older than Mikey, he should've been there to play with the little one and be his big brother, to say.

Pete bit his lip as he anxiously watched Mikey, trying not to make it obvious. But the cars held no fun times if it wasn't for Mikey, pushing them around didn't have the same meaning as it did when Mikey made the "vroom vroom" sounds for them.

Pete got off the bed and waddled over to Mikey, "Miteys, I'm sowwy, I'll be nice to my baby," Pete cooed as he kissed Mikey's forehead.

The little one looked up at him, nodding a little, "You's not gonna push my cars off?" He asked quietly, just wanting to play with Pete, not bully his toys. They had feelings too.

Pete nodded and sat down beside him, "I's won't do it again," Pete told him, picking up one of his toys from the stuffed animals box, "We can even play over here too, with the stuffies!" Pete told him excitedly.

And like nothing had happened, the two boys were playing happily once again.