I'm Mikey Way, the grand twenty year old virgin and general klutz when it came to anything vaguely romantic, with a twenty five year old hermit of a brother who only leaves the basement to visit his not quite boyfriend, Frank. I'm also an anti-social mess who's most definitely going to get kicked out of his English course at college by the professor who's more than a little convinced I'm a pyromaniac, unless by some miracle the guy I met at the comic store who wants to suck me off is actually a reincarnation of William Wordsworth.
I think Pete may be one of the weirdest people I've ever met, I mean, there are not many people who find amusement in so casually involving blowjobs in their first conversation with you. Pete was a man whore, I thought man whore was a pretty weird term, but I guess Pete was a pretty weird person, so it just sort of fit, like pieces in a puzzle, or a dick in his mouth, apparently.
Maybe things would end up with Pete being my friend, or maybe even something more than that, wouldn't that just be... odd? Puzzle pieces, huh?
But things are never quite that straight forward, things just love to stray just off the key of reason.
Based off of the song Brooklyn Nights by Lady Gaga. This was originally going to be a quick one shot, but I got too attached to the story so it should be a few chapters/scenes. Also, while I was planning writing this, I was reading Petekey theories and I read Pete's live journal that goes with Twin Skeletons, saying he was meeting up with someone in New York City, possibly Mikey Way. So a part of this could have happened? Anyway on to the basic description...
Pete and Mikey meet up after a year apart
No trigger warnings or smut
xoxo A