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ALL TOGETHER NOW! A comment fic meme!
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There's a hoodie in his carry-on.
Mikey never ordered things from Clandestine; they just always seemed to show up in his closet anyway. Sometimes they came in the mail anonymously, a couple of times fans gave him stuff. Then there were the times he could swear they just appeared out of nowhere.
Right now he's cold, so he grabs the hoodie out of his carry-on and slips it on. It has the Clan logo on the front. It's all black, because no matter what he's not wearing the neon pink one. (that one stays in the back of his closet, although he touches it now and then)
This one smells like Pete, which can't be right because this one came in the mail (he's pretty sure) and he hasn't seen Pete in a year. They've both been too busy for a visit. Pete texts him from time to time, and usually Mikey texts back. But it's been two months since they've even exchanged that much.
Mikey misses Pete like a kid misses his first baby tooth when it comes out. He's trying not to prod the empty place with his tongue; he's waiting for something new to come into the space. So far, and it's been a year, nothing new has come up. He turns his face into the soft fabric of the loose hood and thinks he smells hair product and Pete's frou frou shaving lotion.
*
The plane lands at LAX and Mikey, distracted, calls Pete instead of Gerard and says, “Just made it in,” before Pete can say 'Hello'.
“Mikey?” Pete says, and it's such a relief to hear his voice.
Mikey runs a hand through his hair and says, “Sorry, meant to call Gee.”
“Where are you?” Pete asks.
“Oh. LAX,” Mikey says. “My plane just landed.”
“Need a ride?” Pete says. “I could be there in like, twenty. Or an hour, depending on traffic.”
“I can take a cab,” Mikey says. “But thanks. I know you're busy.” Too busy to call me, he thinks, a little meanly. He's been busy too, so it's not exactly a fair thought.
“Never too busy for you,” Pete says. Mikey snorts and wishes it was true. “You're going to visit me, right?”
It hadn't been in Mikey's plans, but in the back of his mind he's been thinking Pete Pete Pete ever since he planned this trip. So he says, “Yeah. Call me and tell me when.”
He hears the hitch of Pete's breath even over the bad connection. “Don't need to call you. I'm free for the next week. Come over whenever.”
*
Mikey was always afraid that being a husband and dad would change Gerard, make him into someone else. But they hang out the same as always, although they smoke on the balcony instead of inside. Lindsey seems to know they need their alone time, and gives them their space.
They talk about comics and Mikey's story ideas. They talk about the album. They both tiptoe around the subject of Bob and finding a new drummer. Mostly, they share old stories and watch movies.
Mikey doesn't mention Pete until he gets a text that says, so when r u coming?
“Gee, I think I'm gonna bail on you tonight,” Mikey says after he puts his phone away. “Got some friends in town.”
Gerard gives him a look that reminds Mikey that he knows him, and that nonchalant monotone is getting him nowhere fast. “You think that's a good idea?”
Mikey shrugs. It's been years since Pete and he were together, and they've managed as friends since then. He misses him sometimes, the taste of his tattoos and the nip of his teeth, but he knows how to suppress that. He just wants to hang out with Pete right now, to see his smile up close and personal.
Gerard knows when to drop things, and he seems to sense he'll get nowhere on the subject of Pete. He squeezes Mikey's shoulder and fixes another pot of coffee for them both.
*
There are two boxes of Sprinkles cupcakes on the coffee table in Pete's house. That's the first thing Mikey fixates on. He's not looking at Pete, because he's afraid if he does he won't be able to look away.
From the sideways glances Mikey sends him, he knows Pete's wearing a beige tee-shirt and white jeans. No hoodie for a change. He's gotten new ink since Mikey's seen him last, but Mikey doesn't mention it. He wants to pretend it hasn't been a year.
“Cupcake?” Pete says. It would be an awkward offer coming from anyone else, in this same situation, but with Pete it just seems natural.
“Sure,” Mikey says and takes the offered cupcake. When he bites into it, he tastes mocha.
“I picked them up just for you,” Pete says. “I remembered.”
Mikey's throat is suddenly dry, and the cake seems to stick when he swallows.
“I missed you,” Pete says. “I know you're trying to pretend it hasn't been that long...”
Pete knows him too well. “I missed you, too,” Mikey says quietly.
And suddenly Pete is close, close enough that Mikey can feel his heat. They're standing side by side and it would be so easy to jump right back in where they left off, instead of pretending – and that's what it is, plain pretending – that they're just friends.
“Why do we do this?” Pete asks.
“What?” Mikey says, stalling. Pete smells good, like soap and his Bone Daddy cologne. It brings back bittersweet memories.
“...pretend like this,” Pete is saying. “Don't you still...” He trails off, but Mikey can fill in the blanks just fine.
“Yeah,” he says, whisper soft.
“Then why?” Pete asks. He reaches out – his hand doesn't have to go far – and slides his arm through Mikey's. It's an old gesture, one that has Mikey leaning in before he realizes what he's doing.
Mikey licks his chapped lips and tries to shrug off the question, but then Pete is leaning up on his toes and brushing his mouth against Mikey's.
Mikey stills completely, not even breathing. He has so many questions: Why now? Why this? Do you still feel the same? But none of them pass his lips, because he's kissing back, head spinning the same it did that summer.
“Don't leave this time,” Pete breathes. It's so quiet Mikey could pretend he didn't hear, pretend this is just another hookup. But it's never been just that with Pete, and Pete's being so fucking open and honest that Mikey's heart feels like it's breaking.
He brings his free hand up to cup Pete's cheek, really looking at him for the first time since he walked through the door. Pete looks older, more worn, but hopeful, so fucking hopeful.
It wasn't easy leaving Pete after Warped that year, but Mikey had figured it was easier than letting it drag out and die a painful death. He'd known Pete wasn't up for a long-distance relationship then, but now – now things seem different. With experience between them both and a few extra years of wisdom, this might be doable. Maybe.
“I don't want to,” Mikey admits, and wraps his arms around Pete like he's never going to let go.
They end up on the couch, making out like a couple of teenagers. It's slow and they're both okay with that. Eventually, though, the heat begins to build, and before he knows it, Mikey is panting while Pete sucks a mark into his neck. Mikey feels like he's drowning in sensation, even though they haven't even touched below the waist yet.
“Pete,” Mikey gasps. “Bed.”
“Mm hm,” Pete says, and somehow manages to get them both to their feet. The hall seems much longer than it looks, and Mikey kisses Pete against the wall half-way through it. But then they're (finally) in the bedroom and Pete's lifting Mikey's shirt off over his head and stripping himself down at the same time.
Hot. Mikey never forgot how hot Pete's skin is, like he's constantly running a fever.
They've still got their jeans on, but it's easy to just unzip and pull them out of the way. They're on their sides and Mikey quickly rolls over on top of Pete and shifts until they're together, cock to cock.
“Jesus, I missed you,” Pete gasps, then leans up to suck on Mikey's bottom lip.
Mikey moans and thrusts against Pete, and it's not smooth or slick but it's amazing anyway. Pete rocks up and echoes Mikey's moans until they're both making obscene noises and moving together, kissing wet and sloppy.
Pete comes first. He always did. He can never wait, not with Mikey. His come spurts between them and makes the way slick and easy for Mikey to thrust against, which he's doing faster and rougher now, biting down on Pete's lips as he does.
When Mikey comes, it's with a sudden jolt, like free-falling into a hot tub. Pete's stroking his back and sides when he comes back to reality, and Mikey drops to his side in the bed, wide-eyed and blinking.
“Fuck,” Mikey says.
Pete kisses him hard and fast and says, “Yes.”
Mikey laughs. He's relaxed and feeling almost too lazy to kiss back, but he does because he's so happy he can't help but return it. “That wasn't a question.”
“We should fuck later, though,” Pete says. He pushes his jeans off the rest of the way and lets them fall to the floor.
Mikey moves closer, gathering Pete into his arms so Pete's head is resting over his heart. “Definitely.”
Mikey thinks, I love you. He thinks, This is for keeps this time. He thinks, Don't leave me, because I'm not leaving you. And he thinks, We'll work it out this time.
What he says is, “I'm topping.”
And Pete agrees.
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*hugs fic tight* THEM!1 I LOVE THEM!!!
Clan stuff just appearing in Mikey's closet!! Calling Pete because he's distracted!! (sprinkles cupcakes, YUM) STILL BEING IN LOVE YEARS LATER!! \O/
Mikey thinks, I love you. He thinks, This is for keeps this time. He thinks, Don't leave me, because I'm not leaving you. And he thinks, We'll work it out this time.
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And this: Mikey misses Pete like a kid misses his first baby tooth when it comes out. He's trying not to prod the empty place with his tongue; he's waiting for something new to come into the space.
Oh man, wild metaphor love!
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Ooooooooooooooomg. Cutest thing I have read in SO LONG! And EXACTLY what I needed! <3
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