Okay. Pete Wentz was holding my hand. What was I to do? Freak out, that’s what. ::PIKEY::
The bar was getting dark. I didn't know if it was just me, or whether the flickering bar lights were getting dimmer, but then bartender didn't look like the type to actually pay the electricity bill. The candle-lit tables were mostly empty, the odd sleeping figure slumped unconscious over their empty bottles, drool pooling on the fading wood as they snored quietly with wide mouths. The sight disgusted me, so I kept my eyes down, trying to keep myself firmly enthralled in a conversation I was having with Frank via text.
Message received from: Frank Iero
he's fine now, sleeping in my bunk though -.- urg
Frank had left the bar an hour ago, accompanied by a rather delirious Gerard, who was very, very drunk and singing loudly and very embarrassingly. I'd had to coax my big brother into leaving with Frank, who ended up having to stagger from the pub with his tiny arms around Gerard's stout body. I'd been texting Frank ever since he'd dragged Gerard back to the bus, and from what he'd told me, my big brother had apparently screamed at a group of terrified teenagers, tripped over a kerb, and puked up at the side of the road, in a bush, in some unfortunate person's garden and then in Bob's shoes, which he seemed to find quite amusing.
Message sent to: Frank Iero
hahah, not that you'd complain, frankie :3
It was clear that Frank had a crush on my brother, and it had been for at least two years now. He'd never said anything like it directly to me, but I could see it plainly whenever he looked at him; the sparkle in his eyes, the blush in his cheeks. It was a topic he tried so hard to avoid, but a topic I found great pleasure in bringing up.
Message received from: Frank Iero
shut up, mikey -.- you having fun with petey?
I smirked and looked sideways at Pete Wentz, who I'd been sitting next to since the start of the evening. We'd been chattering non-stop every night for the past five weeks, when the My Chemical Romance/Fall Out Boy tour first began. We'd started talking a little, then a lot, and after exchanging numbers and blowing nearly all of my phone credit on texting Pete, who was ten metres away from me every night in the other tour bus, Gerard had decided that Pete and I were crushing on each other. Which was a ridiculous idea.
Pete gave me a wobbly smile. We had been talking non-stop tonight too, however the conversation had deteriorated as Pete got drunker. He wasn't totally smashed - he was no where near as drunk as Gerard - but we'd just stopped the heavy flow of words as Pete became more interested in the bottom of his glass.
I smiled back. I liked it when Pete smiled at me, even if it was a slightly lopsided smile. His eyes shone in the dim light and his smile stayed plastered on his face long after I’d expected it to disappear. ‘What you so smiley about, Pete?’ I said, half-laughing and pushing my glasses back up.
He leant his elbow on the bar and used his hand to prop up his head, and he gazed at me from an angle, the smile getting ever wider. ‘You,’ he said.
I raised my eyebrows. ‘What about me?’ I asked, bringing my glass up to my lips.
‘You’re pretty,’ said Pete matter-of-factly, sitting up straight. ‘And I like you. A lot.’
I choked. I put my glass down and opened my eyes wide, staring at Pete with eyebrows raised. ‘E-excuse me?’ I spluttered, not sure that I’d heard him correctly.
‘I said I like you, Mikey Way. I like you a lot.’ His voice was quiet, but serious, and he didn’t seem like he was kidding around. ‘And I think,’ he murmured as he leaned in towards me, ‘you like me too.’
My eyes bulged out of my sockets, and I took fright. No way was Pete Wentz trying to kiss me. I fell backwards, tumbling from my bar stool and managing to save myself at the last second. My lanky legs under me again, I stepped back from Pete, who was staring at me as I’d avoided him. He got shakily to his feet and took a few steps towards me, a sly grin playing about his lips.
‘What’sa matter, Mikey?’ He was still grinning stupidly, but my face remained gravely serious.
‘Pete. What are you doing?’
‘Trying to express my feelings,’ he replied, grabbing for my hand and clasping it in his.
Okay. Pete Wentz was holding my hand. What was I to do?
Freak out, that’s what.
Worried as to what was happening, I snatched my hand away and began to shuffle backwards away from my friend, who was clearly out of his mind. ‘Pete, y-you’re smashed, you dun-no what you’re talking ab-bout,’ I stuttered, my thumping heart jolting violently when my back hit the inside wall of the pub and I realised I was trapped.
‘Mikey, please,’ he said, giving me a look as he walked forwards, stopping in front of me. ‘I’ve had three pints.’ Was that all it was? ‘Now, Gerard. He was smashed. Totally out of his face.’ He took my hand again, and I tried to pull it away but his fingers wrapped firmly around my own, not letting go. His face was inches from mine, and I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. ‘I really do like you, Mikey Way,’ he whispered into my ear, and I blushed brightly, looking at the floor.
‘Hmm?’ Pete didn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable I was, and was much too close for comfort. He opened his mouth and began to run his tongue along the top of my ear, running his free hand through my mousey brown hair.
‘Stop it,’ I breathed, but a new feeling was brewing inside of me that told me that I didn’t really want him to stop. But he was scaring me. All these new feelings were scaring me. ‘Stop it!’ I pushed him away from me and made a break for the door. Good job I’d already paid for my drinks.
I pushed open the heavy glass door and escaped into the night. I ran to the end of the boulevard, before I had to stop to prevent myself suffocating. I was hyperventilating. I had been inches from Pete’s lips and my hand had been clutched in his. My heart was beating a mile a minute, I felt sick, my knees were shaking, and I felt light headed. I didn’t know how to feel about this. I’d always thought I was straight – I wouldn’t fall in love with another guy, but thanks to my brother’s teasing teamed with that weird feeling in my gut when Pete was close to me made me doubt myself. Made me doubt my feelings for Pete.
Forcing myself to calm down and think clearly, and closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. However my attempts were blown when I heard a voice coming closer. A voice calling my name. Pete Wentz’s voice. ‘Mikey!’ So much for my controlled heart rate.
I turned to face him with eyes wide behind my glasses and my hands shaking slightly. He was jogging lightly towards me, his face flushed.
‘Mikey,’ he said again, slowing to a walk as he came within close range. ‘Why’d you run?’
‘Because I was scared,’ I replied quietly, feeling like such a dick. I looked at my shoes, noticing that one of my laces were out and muddy from where the bottoms of my scuffed Converse had landed on them when I was running. I bit my lip and waited for him to speak. Waited for him to laugh.
But he didn’t. Instead, he put two fingers under my chin and lifted my head so that my eyes met his. ‘Scared why?’ His face was soft and comforting, and that weird feeling rose inside me again.
‘I- I dunno...’ I trailed off, and I felt Pete take my hand again. My first reflex was to pull away again, but this time I stopped myself. Instead, I let Pete hold my hand and noted how warm his was compared to mine. I looked down at our intertwined fingers, then back up into his eyes, but I was met instead by Pete’s lips crashing into mine rather forcefully, and I drew in my breath sharply.
Going rigid, I pulled my hand away in surprise, but my lips stayed glued to Pete’s. My heart was battering my ribs painfully, but I was distracted from the sensation by Pete’s hand ghosting up my spine and into my hair, his fingers knotting into my brown locks and my eyes closed. His other hand fell down to land on the back of my thigh, where he held it tight and lifted my leg slightly as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance.
I opened my mouth and I felt Pete’s tongue slip inside, dancing with my own. No longer frozen, I wrapped both of my arms around his muscular waist, trying not to let my hands stray too far below the belt. What was I doing? This wasn’t me. Or was it?
Eventually, I felt Pete smile into the kiss and pull away slowly. Disappointment overwhelmed me, and I was surprised by the magnitude of the disappointment. I opened my eyes and saw him laughing softly at the expression on my face. I scowled at him, but he just wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me tightly.
‘Was it so bad, Mikes?’ he whispered. I shook my head, and I felt him giggle silently. ‘So,’ he took his arms away, and I reluctantly did the same. ‘You no longer have any problems with-’ he took my hand again, ‘-this?’
I grinned. ‘I s’pose not.’ I couldn’t even imagine feeling what I was feeling a few minutes ago, and all I wanted was for Pete to kiss me again. Pete smiled and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, before pressing his lips to mine again. I couldn’t help smiling into the kiss, and he smiled too. I felt a buzz at my hip, and without pulling my lips away from Pete’s, I slid my hand into my pocket and pulled out my mobile phone.
‘Who is it?’ whispered Pete into my lips.
I pulled away a fraction and looked down at my mobile, which was glowing brightly in the dark night.
Message received from: Frank Iero
well? are you? ;)
‘Huh?’ I was just as confused as Pete at first, before remembering what Frank had sent me last, a message which I hadn’t replied to. I pressed reply and typed two words, before clicking send and crushing my lips to Pete’s again.
Message sent to: Frank Iero
hell yeah ;)
Did y'all enjoy that? I really hope so, because I put a lot of effort into it, and it took me quite a while because my puppy kept chewing things in the garden... Please rate and review, and thank you very much for reading! :D