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"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Mikey bit his lower lip as he squirmed, cool air touching the inside of his thighs. "This is wrong Pete, do you hear me? Wrong."

His boyfriend leaned against a light pole, watching the mousy-haired boy struggle with the airy school girl uniform, pulling the skirt into place as the wind tugged at the fabric. "The skirt is way too short, he said, reaching up to push his beanie back on, his wisps of straightened brown hair sticking to his glossed lips and face.

Pete laughed, stepping forward to curl an arm about his waist, tugging Mikey's slender form against his. "But you lost the bet," Pete murmured, reaching up with his free hand to trail his thumb lightly against his lips. He leaned down, brushing his mouth against his boyfriend's gently, "and you look so cute, dressed like this."

Mikey jerked back slightly, biting his lower lip as a blush stained his cheeks. "S-stop that!" He shoved his hands against his boyfriend's chest, pushing him away. "D-don't kiss me in public, you pervert!"

Pete arched a dark eyebrow. "Why not?" He demanded, rather than asked.

"Because! We're both boys!" Mikey's hands curled into fists at his waist. "A-and if other people see, we could-" Lips pressed against his, effectively silencing his words.

"No one will know we're both boys if you keep your mouth shut," Pete hissed against his lips, hands curled tightly around thin wrists.

Mikey's agreed silently, still wishing that he had never accepted the bet. Pete had challenged him to a game of Twister, something he should have known not to attempt. He had been drunk on a little wine and Pete's heated kisses made him agree, but he ended up losing spectacularly moments later.

"I-I guess," he mumbled as warm lips pressed against his again and again, tipping his head back for a warm, slow kiss. The tanner boy's hands released his and curled around him, pulling him flush, chest-to-chest against him.

They pulled away moments later when they heard the clearing of a throat, turning to sheepishly face an older woman who was watching from her mailbox.

 "You kids should know better," she waved her hand at them, "than to be kanoodling in public like this! You should be ashamed yourself, young lady, for associating with a ca like him!"

Mikey was red as a tomato, escaping Pete's arms once more. 

"S-sorry ma'am!" He said, his voice an octave higher than normal. She waved them off once more as Pete grabbed his hand and led him off, laughing silently.

"It's not funny!" Mikey mouthed as Pete pulled him onto the main road, linking their fingers as they walked. 

"She thought I was a real girl!"

"Shh," Pete hushed him, tugging him into a diner, mumbling sweet nothings into his boyfriend's ear as they walked through the door. 

"Welcome to Adrian's!"  They were greeted by a hefty Italian woman at the counter.  A pretty brunette eyed Pete and smiled, putting on a charm for the already-taken boy.

 "Table for two?" she asked politely when she spotted Mikey half-tucked behind Pete, his kohl lined eyes narrowing the slightest bit.

"Yes, please," Pete replied, his voice low and a little husky. 

"A booth" he added as the waitress grabbed silverware and menus, making sure to bend over.

"A more secluded one, if you could." He winked as she emerged from under the counter and Mikey could have sworn the woman almost swooned, face flushing a violent red. 

"Y-yes sir," she said happily, waving the menu's across her face, "follow me, if you please."

Minutes later they were in a comfortable, semi-circular booth, sipping on water as the waitress bounced to and fro with the other customers.

 "S-so, have you been here before? Mikey asked with his normal voice, flipping through the menu.

"Mmm," Pete replied, staring at the beautiful boy in front of him from under hooded eyes. He reached out, placing a hand on his boyfriend's knee.

 "I have."

Mikey flushed as the fingers squeezed his knee. 

"Um, everything looks so good, ah-" warm fingers began to trail up his thigh, fingering the hem of his skirt.

 "-i-is there a-anything-" they brushed past the plaid fabric, working their way upward, tickling the inside of his thigh.

"Mmm? Did you say something?" Pete said, smirking. Mikey glared at him, gasping as the hand reached its goal, touching the fabric of his briefs gently.

"Pete! get your hand out of-"

"Are ya'll ready to order?" The waitress' accented voice cut through the tension.

Mikey felt Pete's hand freeze on his thigh, breathing a sigh of relief as he seemed to shift focus to the woman who had interrupted them.

 "Yeah" Pete smiled, flicking his chocolate eyes towards Mikey. 

 "I'd like the sixteen-ounce prime rib..." the boy gasped as his boyfriend's hand suddenly slid upward, cupping him through his briefs, squeezing gently.

"And for you ma'am?" He flinched as he found Pete and the waitress staring at him, expecting an answer. 

"F-for me?" Mikey squeaked as Pete squeezed a little harder, thumbing his rapidly growing erection lazily through the fabric.

"Yes, you know, food?" Pete smirked at him before looking at the waitress. 

"She'll have the same thing I'm having, ma'am," he responded politely, giving her a winning smile as he pinched the tip of Mikey's cock through his briefs gently.

"Ahn!" he bit his lower lip, tensing and shaking in his Stilletto-Boots.

The waitress, who had been turning to walk away, looked back. 

"Are you okay, miss?" she asked, voice laced with (probably false) concern. "You look flushed."

"I-I'm fine," Mikey replied softly, giving her a pained smile. 

"Just a s-stomach ache, you know, that time-" His nails bit into his palm as Pete drew his erection from his briefs under the table, gently stroking it with a firm grasp.

She gave him a look that clearly said she understood before walking away to place their order.

"PETE!" Mikey hissed as his lover continued to stroke him gently. "Stop, stop it right now!" He protested as Pete gripped him harder, thumbing the tip idly. "S-stop!"

The hand caressing him stilled.

 "You sound desparate," Pete leaned close, gently biting the shell of his boyfriend's ear, tonguing it briefly before pulling away.

"I-I am, Pete... please-" He let out a high pitched mewl as blunt nails scraped gently the underside of his cock. "-aaaahn..."

"Please what, Mikes? Your body is so honest, why can't you be the same?" He drew closer, looming over Mikey's hunched figure, shifting to wrap an arm around him, his free arm coming up to tilt Mikey's head in his direction.

The boy looked up at him, cheeks rosy and lips swollen from earlier kisses. 

"Pete..."  Warm lips pressed against his own. He swallowed thickly as a Pete's  tongue gently traced his lower lip, drawing it between his own and sucking it gently as he pressed for entry.

Wordlessly, the taller, yet skinnier boy opened his mouth, drawing the warm tongue in, dueling it with his own. He sighed in his deep in his throat as the warm muscle explored his mouth, turning his body to face Pete's own, reaching out to gently clench his fingers in the fabric of his boyfriend's shirt.

Said boyfriend pulled back after a moment, enjoying wanton expression on Mikey's face as he traced the boys cheek with his fingers. 

"Yes?"

"I...God. Pete, now..."

Fingers tightened on Mikey's shoulder as he was suddenly hauled forward. Pete pulled him out of the booth, tucking him against his chest tightly. Surprised, Mikey followed wordlessly as hot fingers linked with his and he was pulled down a hall, pushed roughly into a dark room, heels clicking behind him. 

A heavy door shut behind them, lock clicking into place. Pete flipped a switch, bright white light flooded the room. The sight of grimy tile and a broken sink made Mikey cringe.

He was shoved against the door without a word, mouth fusing to his before he could protest. He struggled against the larger body as he was pushed against the linoleum, white blouse working up his back as he was pushed upward.

Pete drew his lover's legs around his waist, the short skirt bunching at Mikey's hips as his hands slid from his thigh to his butt, cupping the soft cheeks and kneading through the fabric of his underwear.

"Pete, th-the bathroom? What are we-" Warm lips pressed against his to shush him, and fingers began to play with the elastic of his briefs, dipping beneath to skim the silky skin beneath.

"The trip home is far too long," he purred, grinding his hips upward into Mikey, feeling the boy tense as he let out a panting cry as their erections brushed, "and you want me now, don't you?"

The mousy haired boy whimpered as he rolled his hips again, tightening his legs around Pete's waist.

 "God yes," he ground out, squeezing his eyes shut as fingers slid between his cheeks, gently thumbing the puckered bud. 

"Pe-PETE!"  his cry was muffled as his boyfriend's mouth covered his once more.

He wrapped his arms around his lovers neck as they kissed, tangling a hand in Pete's chestnut hair, stroking the silky strands as they rocked against each other. Mikey whimpered with need, pulling back slightly as a finger penetrated him to the first knuckle, his lips forming a perfect 'o' of desire.

Pete withdrew the finger, drawing the hand to his mouth quickly. He sucked it into his mouth, coating the digit with his saliva. He pulled them away, smirking as Mikey watched a tiny string of spit follow his finger, breaking off as the hand moved southward again.

"I can't have you limping home, now," he said, chuckling as Mikey's face turned cherry red underneath his makeup.  He let out a cry as a slick finger worked its way into him once more, faster than the last time. Pete pushed it deep as it could go, twisting it in his lover's body. Mikey bucked against him, squeezing his legs as another finger worked its way in with the first.

He softly moaned as his lover curled the fingers deep inside him, pressing against the hidden nub of pleasure deep within his body. "Oh God, oh yes!" He cried as Pete pushed, scissored, and stretched.

"Mikes..." his lover breathed, pulling the fingers from his loosened hole.

 "I need you," Pete moaned softly, leaning forward to kiss at Mikey's lips. 

"Now."

"Do it." Mikey challenged, looking down at him through perfectly lined kohl eyes, courtesy of his brother, Gerard. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips swollen and wet. Pete reached between them, shifting Mikey up to hold him with one arm more steadily against the door as he unsnapped the button of his fly, sliding the zipper down quickly.

He reached into the cramped confine of his jeans, pulling his swollen cock out with a groan. He thumbed the tip, smearing pre-come with over it before running his hand up and down the organ a few times.

Pete looked up at his lover once more as smooth, soft hands unclasped from their tight embrace around his neck, sliding over his shoulders gently. 

"It's okay, Pete." Mikey whispered, leaning down to nip at Pete's ear, wanton and needy as Gerard and Frank's little "stage kisses".

Pete smirked, nipping his lover's neck roughly, swirling his tongue around the flesh and sucking hard. He cried out, not caring at whether or not they were heard anymore.

 "Are you sure?" Pete teased, licking the raised, angry welt on Mikey's neck, awaiting his boyfriends choked response. 

"Positively?" He stroked his cock once again, more than ready to give him what he wanted.

Mikey's fingers tightened on his shoulders, the nails biting into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. 

"Y-you dragged me in here, made me beg for it, and now you're asking me if I'm ready?" He was panting, The ivory skinned teen observed with a smirk. 

"God, Pete, fucking do it!"

He threw his head back against the off-white wall as Pete penetrated him with one smooth move, stretching and slowly filling him.

"Pete!" He yelped, his voice drowned out as a hand tangled in his hair and pulled him against a hard mouth. Pete thrust his hips upward into the boy in tune to his tongue, the hot muscle twining with Mikey's passionately as they made love.
 In a restaurant bathroom.
 Sure it wasnt the most favorable place, but God- would it be memorable. 

Mikey clenched around him, a wet, tight, pulsing heat that seemed to suck Pete's cock into his body every time he tried to withdraw. "N-ngh, Pete.." the boy moaned as he broke free of their kiss, breathing heavily, massaging Pete's shoulders as he shifted his hips downward with each thrust and tightened his legs around his boyfriend's tan waist.

"So pretty" Pete murmured, his lips pressing against the smooth contour of Mikey's shoulder and neck, planting wet, feverish kisses on the sweating skin exposed by the shirt. 

"So goddamn pretty, Mikes"
 He shifted, planting his feet more steadily on the slick-tiled floor, spreading Mikey's legs wider for a better angle, hearing the black boots scrape the tile. Gripping the smooth thighs with his hands, Pete thrust harder in time to their broken, breathy exclamations and moans. 

Pete brought one hand up to Mikey's face, tracing his angular jawline while watching his lover, so gorgeous with his eyes screwed shut and gasping, responding to Pete's touch. 

More, fuck! Mikey thought as he rocked along with his boyfriend, placing both hands on his chest as he growled. 

Hearing a dark chuckle, he opened his eyes as a particularly hard thrust rocked his frame. 

"Such a greedly little one, you are," Pete murmured. Mikey turned blood red, he had said that out loud? Oh god above...

 "But dressing like this," Pete continued, thrusting,
 "And being so good for me, I think I can reward you with what you want."

Mikey gave a cry as he was pulled from the wall, Pete steadying them as he moved them to the sink, balancing Mikey on the very edge and thrusting once more. He leaned back on his palms, ankles hooked behind Pete's back as he cried and begged and moaned for more while hands were stretching his legs wide and holding him in place with a grip as strong as steel.

 It was so good. 
So damn good.

Something shifted, bubbling up through his belly and working its way through his body as Pete hit that sweet spot. A wet, hot, violent heat that made him squirm and mewl as he shifted his weight to one hand and reached down, wrapping the free one around his cock. 

"I-I'm so close," He moaned, squeezing his neglected shaft before quickly smoothing his hand up and down the slick flesh.

"You're so hot like that," Pete ground out, his cock swelling deep within his lover as he watched him bring himself to completion. "So hot. God Mikey, your so beautiful..." he babbled, trying to hold back. Unable to bite it back, Mikey screamed as he tensed up, violently climaxing. Unable to hold back any further Pete joined him, slamming forward so hard Mikey knew he wouldn't be able to walk, releasing deep within his lover.

Moments later, panting, Pete leaned forward, resting his dampened forehead against Mikey's and smiling.

 "That was so hot," he murmured, hearing a gentle mutter of content from the boy beneath him. Carefully, he drew out, wincing at the small whimper of pain that escaped his lover's lips.

It was only then that he heard the intense knocking on the door and the concerned voice of the waitress. 

"Sir? Ma'am! Are you alright?" Mikey's  eyes widened as Pete drew back, both their eyes fixed on the door. 

"Sir? I heard yelling, is something wrong?"

Both boys stayed silent with laughter as they heard the waitress fumble with her keys and open the door. Pete casually buttoned his pants with a smug grin as his dark eyes met the appalled waitresses. Mikey hopped off the sink, smoothing out his skirt as they brushed past the her, dawning the same sly expression. 

They both walked through the restaurant, receiving odd looks as to Mikey's flushed appearance and Pete's ruffled hair. They casually slipped out the door, fingers interlocked as they continued down the street. 

"You know you moan like a whore, right?" Pete teased, earning a light punch from his boyfriend. 

"So does your mom." the lankier boy laughed while Pete's eyes narrowed. 

"You're gay, you dork."

"Why yes, I'm very happy- And so are you!" Mikey lightly kissed Pete's nose as they walked happily, reveling in the perfectness of the moment.