When Pete goes through his sexual identity crisis, the only person he can call is Gabe. It's not so much a crisis about being gay or bi, it's a crisis about really wanting to be gay or bi but not being able to go all the way with it.
"It's like—I'm an upper middle class male with a great family and great friends, and I feel like a fraud. I just want to be part of a minority. I want to know what it's like to be oppressed."
Gabe shows up in person tells him to stop being such a douche, then bends him over backwards and kisses him until he can't breath. He blows Pete in the cramped bathroom of the shitty motel Fall Out Boy have somehow scraped enough money to stay at. Pete tries to return the favour but he can't get over the taste, so he lets Gabe cum on his face instead.
Gabe tucks himself back into his stupidly tight red jeans when he's done and says, "Crisis solved, dude. You're obviously not queer. If you can't suck my dick, you can't suck anyone's dick."
Pete sighs. He wipes Gabe's spunk off with wads of cheap motel toilet paper that comes apart in his hand and leaves little bits of tissue in his hair. He tries to explain that he doesn't feel entirely straight, that maybe life would be easier if he were more gay, but Gabe tells him to shut up and they watch a Hitchcock movie on the tiny motel television instead.
Patrick's sleeping on the other bed in the room and he's either a really sound sleeper or too polite to say anything to them.
At three in the morning, just when Pete's eyes are about close, Gabe tells him he thinks Midtown are done for good.
"Heath's gig with Senses Fail keeps getting longer and longer. We haven't written anything together in almost a year. All our side projects are getting more interesting than Midtown itself. I don't think we're coming back."
Pete doesn't know what to say to that, doesn't know if Gabe wants him to comfort him or if Gabe even needs comforting. He pats Gabe's arm awkwardly, mutters sorry. It sucks, because Midtown was one of Pete's favourite bands, but Pete has to remind himself that not everything's about him all the time.
Gabe grumbles something, rolls over onto his side on Pete's lumpy bed. On the other bed, Patrick breathes rhythmic and deep. Pete leans towards Gabe and kisses him.
Later, when Gabe tells journalists about the cobra and how it spoke to him and told him to create Cobra Starship, he's genuinely surprised by the weird looks he gets. This is because when he tells Pete for the first time about his concept of the cobra in the desert, Pete doesn't think it's strange at all.
"Should I do it?" Gabe whispers to him in their terrible bed. "Should I follow the cobra?"
Pete says yes. Pete will say yes to anything he asks, so long as he asks in a shitty motel hunched together trying to be quiet so they don't wake the other guy.
I really like how Pete is so frustrated by his inability to be queer and Gabe is just the right mix of sympathetic and "oh get over it". Gabe holding back on Midtown ending until afterward was really sad. I love how Pete and Gabe both know how to deal with the other's problems.
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Gabe/Pete fill!
"It's like—I'm an upper middle class male with a great family and great friends, and I feel like a fraud. I just want to be part of a minority. I want to know what it's like to be oppressed."
Gabe shows up in person tells him to stop being such a douche, then bends him over backwards and kisses him until he can't breath. He blows Pete in the cramped bathroom of the shitty motel Fall Out Boy have somehow scraped enough money to stay at. Pete tries to return the favour but he can't get over the taste, so he lets Gabe cum on his face instead.
Gabe tucks himself back into his stupidly tight red jeans when he's done and says, "Crisis solved, dude. You're obviously not queer. If you can't suck my dick, you can't suck anyone's dick."
Pete sighs. He wipes Gabe's spunk off with wads of cheap motel toilet paper that comes apart in his hand and leaves little bits of tissue in his hair. He tries to explain that he doesn't feel entirely straight, that maybe life would be easier if he were more gay, but Gabe tells him to shut up and they watch a Hitchcock movie on the tiny motel television instead.
Patrick's sleeping on the other bed in the room and he's either a really sound sleeper or too polite to say anything to them.
At three in the morning, just when Pete's eyes are about close, Gabe tells him he thinks Midtown are done for good.
"Heath's gig with Senses Fail keeps getting longer and longer. We haven't written anything together in almost a year. All our side projects are getting more interesting than Midtown itself. I don't think we're coming back."
Pete doesn't know what to say to that, doesn't know if Gabe wants him to comfort him or if Gabe even needs comforting. He pats Gabe's arm awkwardly, mutters sorry. It sucks, because Midtown was one of Pete's favourite bands, but Pete has to remind himself that not everything's about him all the time.
Gabe grumbles something, rolls over onto his side on Pete's lumpy bed. On the other bed, Patrick breathes rhythmic and deep. Pete leans towards Gabe and kisses him.
Later, when Gabe tells journalists about the cobra and how it spoke to him and told him to create Cobra Starship, he's genuinely surprised by the weird looks he gets. This is because when he tells Pete for the first time about his concept of the cobra in the desert, Pete doesn't think it's strange at all.
"Should I do it?" Gabe whispers to him in their terrible bed. "Should I follow the cobra?"
Pete says yes. Pete will say yes to anything he asks, so long as he asks in a shitty motel hunched together trying to be quiet so they don't wake the other guy.
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Note: see Pete's Out Magazine interview for his desire (but inability) to be queer
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I love stories about Pete not being gay. IDK IDK. This was awesome, though.
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