hehe peteky time

safety pins

3rd person

Mikey was on his way to his boyfriends gig down at some local club. Mikey didn't even know how Pete got a gig at a local club, considering the fact that they were both still minors, none the less, Mikey was on his way there.

Pete had called Mikey earlier that evening, telling him distinctly "you just have to say, 'I'm Mikeyway, I'm dating the totally sexy singer for the band that's in tonight' and they'll let you in, promise baby" though Mikey was planning on leaving a certain part out.

As Mikey anxiously waited in the line outside, full of colorful hair and skinny jeans and jackets that could poke an eye out, he felt insanely under dressed. In a light grey zip-up, a pair of jeans he found on the floor, and his ever so worn black DM's. His hair wasn't even done, it was still splayed across his neck in a messy manner. When he finally reached the bouncer, he quietly said his name- the bouncer pulled out a wrist band from his back pocket and handed it to the younger boy.

"Sheet says you got back stage passes, have fun kid." And with that Mikey filed into the room.

Mikey is instantly hit with the strong smell of illegal substances and booze, the small, dark venue already covered in a grey haze from whoever the hell decided to light up in here. Mikey wonders if he can grab a smoke or two from someone, maybe even snag half a pack while he's at it. He runs a hand through his chin length hair and surges towards the pit, he can see the dark movements of people behind the stage and the excitement bubbles in his stomach just like any other show would cause- only this time he's seeing his "sexy hot boyfriend" and not some cheep ass rock band with guys that just wanna see some tits. Not that Mikey had anything against cheep ass rock bands or tits.

After a few fleeting moments pass, Mikey has managed to get himself pressed firmly against the barricade, just a few seconds later, the main lights dim and Pete and his band make their way on to the stage. Mikey is all eyes on Pete as his lover walks on stage. Clad in a thin, white tank that stuck to his skin and left nothing to the imagination, some worn, baggy jeans that Mikey swears Pete wore yesterday and clunky black shoes. Pete says hello to the crowd, then the music breaks loose. When the lights pass Pete on the stage, Mikey and vaguely see this sort of sparkle around the top of Pete's head where the bleach and natural black meet and blend together, but Mikey brushes it off as some sort of odd performance horny, giving Mikey the illusion that Pete was sparkling like a fucking unicorn or some shit. Mikey didn't know, he was too focused on the bass in his chest and the pretty boy leaning over the stage to caress his cheek.

After their set was done- Mikey was eager to get back stage and see his stunningly hot amazing boyfriend. The security guard let him back without checking his band, (must've saw pete feeling him up and eye fucking the whole concert, go figure) and Mikey was off to find the little bouncy bugger. Once again, Mikey sees a slight shine of silver, and catches his boyfriend, bouncing on his toes like a little toddler would do. Mikey instantly rushes over, wrapping his arms around the sweaty boy whose white shirt was now soaked and see-through. Pete turns around instantly, catching Mikey's lips into a quick kiss. Mikey looks at Pete's dreads- spying little shiny silver safety pins through the course hair on his head.

Mikey thought it was hot.

"You have safety pins in your hair," Mikey says quietly, reaching his hand up to mess with one of Pete's dreads and run his fingers up and down, hitting the cold metal, then hair, them cold metal again.

"Do you like it?" Pete asks sheepishly, rubbing circles into Mikey's sides with this thumb, Mikey looks down slightly to Pete's eyes, threads his fingers through the thick hair and kisses Pete deep, pulling the shorter boy closer with a hand on his waist. When the two break apart, they're out of breath and staring at each other wildly.

"I'll take that as a yes"