The Difference Between You And Me {Petekey}

Epilogue

It felt fantastic, but Mikey's neck was starting to ache from being on the hard floor with nothing supporting his head. When Pete broke apart again, Mikey asked, "Can we take this to the bedroom?" Pete looked like he had to take a moment to come back to reality and register what Mikey said, but a few seconds later he replied "yeah", and got off of Mikey. When he was standing up again, he reached a hand out for Mikey to take to help him off the floor, which Mikey gratefully accepted. 

Together, they went off into the bedroom. Really, it was their bedroom now, seeing as how they both slept in it every night. Even if they could get a place with another bedroom, Mikey would still probably sleep with Pete. Really, it was just that Mikey didn't know if he deserved to call the bedroom his yet, like he hadn't earned it. "What is there to earn?" Pete would ask him when he would bring it up a few hours later that night. Mikey wouldn't have an answer for him. 

They both immediately fell onto the bed again, Pete on top and Mikey beneath him. As soon as Mikey's back hit the mattress, Pete's mouth was on his neck. Mikey gasped loudly, pulling at Pete's hair as he mouthed at a place right below his ear, licking and sucking before moving onto the next spot. Mikey shoved his hips against Pete's again, this time more demanding and desperate. Pete moved against him in response, moaning quietly into his neck. His hands started trailing down Mikey's sides, reaching up his shirt again once he got to the bottom. Mikey's hands grabbed at Pete's back, eventually shifting down to his ass. Pete moved from Mikey's neck to his mouth, kissing him desperately, giving him everything he had. 

"Can I touch you?" He asked, hands pausing at Mikey's hips. Mikey honestly could not remember the last time he or anyone else had touched his own dick for pleasure. When he was in the past, he didn't feel any need to, and when he came back, the desire to do it himself wasn't really there anymore. But now, the thought of Pete touching him seemed irresistible. Mikey nodded eagerly, trying to make sure that Pete got the message because his mouth felt too dry to speak. As close as they were to each other, Pete must have understood because he started undoing Mikey's pants, hands fumbling. 

It was endearing, seeing Pete was nervous, too. When Pete struggled to open a button for the fourth time, Mikey moved his hands away and did it on the first try. Pete looked up at him and gave him that stupid Pete grin that Mikey adored, then cupped Mikey's dick through his clothes, still smiling at him. Mikey let out a gasp. He never thought of the grin as seductive, but in that moment, the adjective described it so surprisingly well. He couldn't help but lean in to Pete's touch, wanting more. Pete reattached their lips as he slid his hands under Mikey's underwear and wrapped a hand around his cock for real. 

Mikey shuddered as he felt Pete's hand take its time touching him, not going too fast, just letting Mikey process the feeling. He forgot how good it felt to be touched like this, to feel someone else's touch. He had trouble keeping up with Pete's mouth, focusing his attention on the feeling. The fact that it was Pete doing this to him made it so much more intense. He trusted Pete with everything. 

"Fuck, Mikey," Pete groaned in his ear, still jacking him off lazily. "I wanna do everything with you. Anything you want, any possible combination of the things we could do. I want it all."

Mikey shuddered with arousal. He knew Pete meant every word he was saying and he couldn't agree more. He wanted to fuck over the counter, to suck Pete off in the shower, to make out for hours on their bed and slowly touch each other till they came. Whatever Pete was willing to do, he wanted to do it. "You can have it," Mikey gasped as Pete brushed his thumb over his tip. 

"Not just sex things, too. I wanna spend my life with you. I wanna do everything in my power to make you happy," Pete continued. Mikey whimpered in response, and Pete kissed him. Mikey was too far gone to move his mouth, his jaw dropping open and his eyes half closed as he moved his hips to get the perfect amount of friction from Pete's hand, almost as if he didn't realize he was doing it. Pete continued licking at his mouth, sucking and pulling at his lips with his teeth sloppily, hand still all over Mikey's dick. He listened to every sound Mikey made, committing it to his memory. Pete's own pants were getting tight, but he chose to ignore the ache in his dick in favour of getting Mikey off.

Eventually, Mikey's back arched up and his hand clenched Pete's arm even tighter. "I love you," he whispered as he came all over Pete's hand. Pete stroked him through it, letting go when he could tell the oversensitivity was starting to get painful. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked Mikey's come off it as he rearranged their legs so he could grind his aching dick against Mikey's leg without accidentally touching his dick. 

"D'you want me to- oh," Mikey said as he realized what Pete was doing. 

"Yeah," Pete responded, finally getting some release. "This okay?" he added when he realized he hadn't asked. 

"It's more than okay," Mikey said. "You're so hot."

"Yeah? Can you feel me?" Pete asked, breathing heavily. 

"Yeah," Mikey answered. 

"You get me so hard," Pete said, and maybe it was kind of cheesy, but Mikey couldn't help but blush. "Only you, Mikes. Never felt this way before about anyone. Never wanted to have this kind of- ah, of commitment. I fucking love you," he said. Moments later, his hips stilled and he collapsed, completely spent, on top of Mikey.

"Um," Mikey said after a few moments, pushing Pete slightly to the side. 

"Yeah, I know, I know," Pete said, getting up. "Jeez, way to ruin my afterglow."

"It was already ruined. I could barely breathe, you're so heavy."

"Not my fault you're skinny as hell," Pete laughed, standing up and kissing Mikey's forehead. He took off his pants and underwear to replace them with a new pair. 

"How long's it been since you last came in your pants? Like ten years?" Mikey teased as he tucked his dick back into his pants, not bothering to zip them back up. He watched Pete undress from his comfy spot on the bed, smiling to himself in the way he does when no one is there to see him. 

"Shut up, you were totally into it," Pete laughed. 

"You're right, I can't complain," Mikey conceded. "Now come back here. Apparently I've ruined your afterglow and I wanna make it up to you."

"I dunno if I want to get back in bed with you after you made fun of me for my sexual practices," Pete joked, sliding under the covers anyway with new underwear on. 

"I'm like 90 pounds, if you really have that much of a problem with me you could totally just fight me. You'd easily win," Mikey said, throwing his arm over Pete.

"But then I run the risk of ruining your pretty face," Pete complained. He tangled his legs with Mikey's under the sheets. "Never thought you would be the cuddly type, Mikey Way."

"Never thought you would be the come-in-your-pants type, but you learn something new every day," Mikey replied. 

"One more joke like that and I will actually kick your ass," Pete said.

"Okay, fine," Mikey said. "I love you."

"I love you too," Pete replied. "Sweet dreams, Mikes"

"Goodnight."

AAAAND ITS DONE!!!!! im sorry it took so long to get this epilogue out, maybe i shouldnt have committed to writing smut cause ive got some personal issues that make it hard but hey! i did it! this fic is over! it only took 2 whole fucking years! its been so long that i cant remember what ive said before, but in case i havent said this i probably wont be posting on wattpad much if at all anymore cause i wanna move on to more of a long oneshot style and i feel like thats better suited for ao3, so follow me there if u want to see what i post! its the same as my wattpad, just emoboyband. thank u so much for reading <3 im so glad this story is finished! aah!!