Petekey Oneshots Written To Train My Brain For My Exam...

Like A Class-A Drug

Pete's heart beat sped at a rapid pace; he had just witnessed the definition of perfection. And this perfection went by the name of 'Mikey Way' and coincidentally stood mere centimetres away, staring so deeply into Pete's chocolate brown eyes that he seemed to delve into the part of Pete that he kept sacred and under lock and key, only to retrieved this box of secrets as if it were his own.

Mikey's stone cold gaze spread a fiery heat throughout Pete's body that was shown through a bone-chilling shiver that ran down Pete's spine. Mikey's sandy hair, as usual, was straightened and bound to his head by his thick, and extremely wonky, glasses that constantly rested on the slender tip of his nose; no emotion was emitted in his glassy hazel orbs, although his dusty pink lips were shaped into a knowing smirk that made angels weep; and his deathly pale skin resembled a porcelain doll - as if the slightest touch may cause him to shatter into many the minuscule piece, unable to be put back together again. 

Mikey stood so close to Pete that his lingering minty breathe was felt upon Pete's own chapped lips, and the sensation was so intoxicating that it made his boney knees weak with thrill. Mikey Way was equivalent to a class A drug; feared by all but the dare devils willing to risk their hearts for the addictive feeling that is Mikey's presence. And Pete was submissive to the drug's slightest touch.

The two stood close, forgetting of their surroundings of Pete's chaotic tour bus, that had obviously not been cleaned since Pete and his band mates had moved into it a month back, and had even begun to emit the grotesque stench of sweaty men and cheap spirits bought from the liqueur stores within walking distance of the bus. All was calm. Their worries of their childish companions greeting them at any given moment to disrupt their feelings of peace disappearing into the hazy atmosphere, their built up tension that had been overflowing into their poetic lyrics and hidden smiles now raw as if they were an open wound, and their staggering passion for one another now began seeping into the tranquil air that hung around them in satisfaction.

"Finally alone." Mikey's hushed voice was almost too soft for Pete to hear and his words filled the empty space in a warmth that came with the two's feelings for one another. 

Pete only hummed out a response, placing their damp foreheads together with a sigh in content. His hands sliding down to wrap in a snake-like manner around Mikey's slender waist, as he began tracing beautiful patterns across his lover's clothed back. The two searched each other's desirous gazes in a silent fight for dominance - at war in one another's devotion. Pete is the first to break out into a infectious grin of admiration, Mikey following his partner's actions with his truly breath-taking smile as their lips met in an innocent longing that was cut short.

Pete Wentz and Mikey Way had no inkling of if their feelings for one another were true, no way of knowing if the two were in love with each other or the feeling of not being alone, and no understanding of what it was prior to their experiences together to be so infatuated by another human as to want to be in their life and on their mind every second, of every hour, of every day. 

But one thing the two young boys, ever so naive to love, did know is that they didn't want the summer of 2005, along with their fling, to ever end.