"Not today, Mikeyway." Pete's voice is muffled behind the curtain.
Mikey sighs. He pokes at the bunk curtain, making it dent inwards a little, and says, "But I have this song I want you to listen to."
He can hear Pete move again, draw a shaky breath, and then say "Go away."
Mikey thinks about Gerard, home from college at 20, locking himself inside the basement and shouting at anyone who tried to go inside. He's kind of amused that his brother is the person who taught him the coping mechanisms that work for his thing with Pete, but whatever. Dramatic people are dramatic people. Maybe it's a lyricist thing.
"I'm gonna, like, come in, okay?" And he does, crawling into the bunk with Pete, who makes a noise of surprise and then scrambles out of the way.
Pete wipes at his face. "Look, I told you--"
"I know, you told me. Come on--" Mikey squirms around and digs his Ipod out of his pocket, giving Pete one of the earbuds. "I just want you to listen to this song."
He keeps his face steady, looking at Pete, and waits.
Pete shakes his head. "What am I gonna do with you, Mikeyway?" he says, in a voice that's a little less shaky, and he takes the headphone.
Mikey smiles. "You don't have to do anything with me," and hits play.
Pete doesn't say anything for a while, and they both listen to the song. It has a really fucking awesome bass line, which is why Mikey chose it. He waits until Pete notices and starts smiling, before he carefully smooths Pete's bangs away from his forehead.
Pete pushes into the touch and squirms closer to Mikey.
"What if I want to?" he whispers.
"Want to what?" Mikey answers, even though he knows.
"What if I want to do something with you, Mikeyway?"
Mikey smiles. That's more like it. "Eh, I don't know," he says, trying for noncommittal and really not getting there.
Pete grins in return, this wild, unrestrained thing, and Mikey's chest hurts for a second. This, right here, fuck. He closes his eyes and leans into the kiss. He doesn't think about the fall.
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Date: 2009-08-26 04:03 pm (UTC)Mikey sighs. He pokes at the bunk curtain, making it dent inwards a little, and says, "But I have this song I want you to listen to."
He can hear Pete move again, draw a shaky breath, and then say "Go away."
Mikey thinks about Gerard, home from college at 20, locking himself inside the basement and shouting at anyone who tried to go inside. He's kind of amused that his brother is the person who taught him the coping mechanisms that work for his thing with Pete, but whatever. Dramatic people are dramatic people. Maybe it's a lyricist thing.
"I'm gonna, like, come in, okay?" And he does, crawling into the bunk with Pete, who makes a noise of surprise and then scrambles out of the way.
Pete wipes at his face. "Look, I told you--"
"I know, you told me. Come on--" Mikey squirms around and digs his Ipod out of his pocket, giving Pete one of the earbuds. "I just want you to listen to this song."
He keeps his face steady, looking at Pete, and waits.
Pete shakes his head. "What am I gonna do with you, Mikeyway?" he says, in a voice that's a little less shaky, and he takes the headphone.
Mikey smiles. "You don't have to do anything with me," and hits play.
Pete doesn't say anything for a while, and they both listen to the song. It has a really fucking awesome bass line, which is why Mikey chose it. He waits until Pete notices and starts smiling, before he carefully smooths Pete's bangs away from his forehead.
Pete pushes into the touch and squirms closer to Mikey.
"What if I want to?" he whispers.
"Want to what?" Mikey answers, even though he knows.
"What if I want to do something with you, Mikeyway?"
Mikey smiles. That's more like it. "Eh, I don't know," he says, trying for noncommittal and really not getting there.
Pete grins in return, this wild, unrestrained thing, and Mikey's chest hurts for a second. This, right here, fuck. He closes his eyes and leans into the kiss. He doesn't think about the fall.