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“Mmh—oh fuck Mikey” Pete moans as he wraps his thighs around Mikey tighter. Mikey leans down and connects their lips, bringing a hand up to rub the back of Pete’s neck. Pete inches himself closer, his eyes rolling back when Mikey hits his sweet spot. “Oh my god Mikes, do that again” Pete practically howls as Mikey pounds into that same spot over and over again. Pete’s just on the brink—
Mikey’s phone starts buzzing loudly, a sound they both recognize as an incoming call. Mikey rolls his eyes and looks to see that it’s from his brother. Mikey denies the call and flips his phone around, putting his undivided attention back on his husband. Pete smiles at him softly but it quickly disappears in favour of a loud moan emanating from his lips as Mikey starts pounding into him again.
Pete lifts his hands into Mikey’s hair and tugs, eliciting a deep moan from the man that makes Pete whimper. God, its been forever since they’ve fucked like this. With Mikey being busy with press for the new My Chem album, they haven’t gotten alone time in almost a week. Pete licks his lips as he admires his husband's body. The way his muscles flex as he drives into him, and how his face looks completely blissed out as he stares into Pete's eyes. “Fuck Pete you feel so good” Mikey moans as he lifts Pete’s legs higher, allowing him to go deeper.
All of a sudden Mikey’s phone sounds off again. Mikey groans and Pete bites his lip to stifle a giggle. Mikey begrudgingly picks up the phone this time, swiping to accept as he lifts the phone to his ear. “Mikey! Finally! Where the fuck are you?” Gerard screams into his ear. “What do you mean where the fuck am I? I’m trying to enjoy my time with my husband” Mikey replies, desperately hoping Gerard doesn’t get the implications tied to that. “We have a fucking interview in 20 minutes you dumbfuck!” Gerard yells, and Mikey’s eyes widen. “The fuck? I wasn’t told shit about an interview today.” “Well, we do!” Gerard says. Mikey sighs and lets Gerard know he’ll be there in ten.
“The band has an interview in twenty minutes” Mikey tells Pete. Pete can tell it’s the last thing he wants to do. His husband, along with the entire band, has been so overworked with this fourth album. The concept is cool, Pete thinks, it’s about a post-apocalyptic world in 2019 and they’re this world-saving gang called the Killjoys. Pete thinks having a happy husband would be cooler though.
“ Can’t you just…not show up?” Pete suggests. Mikey raises an eyebrow “you know I can’t. I totally would if Gee wouldn’t skin me alive” Mikey says, in a defeated tone that makes Pete want to bundle him up and protect him. So he suggests what he knows will make Mikey happy, even if it's just momentary. “Well I hope you can finish fucking me” Pete says in a cocky tone and Mikey smirks, before thrusting his hips. Pete moans as his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Mikey can faintly hear their bed creaking, but he has more pressing things to worry about right now, such as the skin from Pete’s collarbone to his ear and how it makes everything worth it, how he made him an honest man, and the way he trusts this man with his life more than he’s ever and will ever trust anyone else. “I love you baby” Mikey moans as his vision starts to blur and Pete keens, his back arching as he cries out, reaching his peak. Mikey can feel Pete convulsing around him and he reaches his release, nuzzling his nose into Pete and breathing in his scent, moaning softly in his ear.
Mikey pulls out and lays next to Pete, wrapping his limp body in his arms. “I love you too” Pete finally says back, and Mikey chuckles, brushing his hair out of his face. “You’ve gotta get going” Pete says, and Mikey huffs, kissing Pete soft and languid as he slides out of bed. Mikey reaches down and grabs a flannel, walking over to Pete and cleaning him up. “Don’t worry about me Mway, you need to hurry” Pete says and Mikey rolls his eyes. “You’re always my number one priority” he says sweetly, kissing Pete one final time. Pete’s face goes scarlett and he becomes shy. It’s the cutest thing Mikey’s ever seen. Mikey walks over to his dresser and picks out an outfit, slathering on some deodorant and cologne before combing back his soft, blonde hair.
Pete admires him as he works. His husband’s been through so much in his life, and maybe everything’s not perfect, but they’re here and alive with a strong marriage and that’s gotta count for something. He looks closely, at his tired eyes, his worn smile, his tense frame, and decides he’s going to do something for Mikey when he gets home. “Bye baby boy” Pete calls softly as Mikey walks out of their room. “Bye Peterpan” he says back, jogging down the stairs and trekking through the house.
Mikey finally gets to the car and he climbs in, turning the radio on and buckling up, driving the short four minutes to Gerard’s. Mikey turns the channel to Alt2K and smiles softly when Dance, Dance starts playing. He turns it up and taps along on the steering wheel until he’s outside his brother’s house. Mikey makes his way up the steps and knocks, nodding at Frank when he opens the door and calls for Gerard. The three of them almost always carpool to interviews. Poor Ray lives on the outskirts of LA. He says he likes it but it must get annoying having to drive over half an hour to everything.
The three of them get into Mikey’s car and he starts the engine. Maps says the drive is only seven minutes, which means they’d make it with one minute to spare. Gerard sits shotgun with Frank in the back. “So, how’s my niece?” Mikey asks. Frank and Gerard adopted an adorable little girl named Bandit eleven months ago, and she’s now one and a half years old. “Oh she’s been doing fantastic! She’s developed a bit of an attitude” Gerard says, giving Frank a knowing look. “She fucking blasted me with water the other night. I was just trying to get her to drink some and she dumped it down my clothes!” Frank complains and Mikey chuckles.
”How ‘bout you and Pete?” Gerard asks, and Mikey smiles. We’re doin’ really fucking good. Like, he’s my soulmate in every sense of the word” Mikey says. Then adds, “you’re a cockblocker though” as he looks directly at Gerard. Gerard's eyes widen and Mikey can hear Frank laughing behind him. “You mean—when we were on the phone you were, y’know, oh my god. I’m so sorry” Gerard says “Gee it's fine. Really. I forgot about the interview anyway” Mikey replies as they pull into the parking lot.
Mikey spots Ray’s car and is thankful that at least he was already here. They walk in, and all four of them take turns greeting the interviewer. They were told that the interview was going to be very chill and that the questions would only be about the album, nothing personal. That would’ve made old Mikey happy, but now that he and Pete were public he’d prefer to only talk about him if possible.
They sit down for the interview, Mikey and Gerard in the front and Ray and Frank in the back. They give the go ahead and the interview commences. Mikey is normally quite silent in interviews, but today even more so. Gerard answers most of the questions, with Ray and Frank giving their two cents on most of the things he says. Mikey just nods along. He’s barely even registering the questions honestly. He’s thinking more about how he really wants to get back home to his husband so they can cuddle up and watch a movie together and he can fall asleep in his arms.
Mikey’s brought back to the present when he hears Gerard mentioning the love if his life. “And, y’know, like-we had Mikey’s husband and our good friend Pete Wentz come into the studio a few times during the recording of this record, and he actually has writing credits on I think four or five of the songs. Which is really cool” Gerard says, and Mikey smiles for the first time in the entire interview. “Yeah, it is pretty cool having the best songwriter of the generation on our record. But maybe I’m biased” He says, looking over at Gerard smiling at him and he can hear both Ray and Frank laugh.
Mikey zones out for the rest of the interview, and when people watch it he hopes they don’t think he’s being arrogant. He’s just thinking about how much he wants to be in Pete’s arms the entire time. When the interview finally wraps up, they all wave to the camera and Mikey puts on a smile for that. When they leave, the four of them decide to have a get together on Sunday at Gee and Frank’s. Mikey hugs bye to Ray and gets in the car, followed by Gerard and Frank.
“You and Pete should come over tonight! We could have dinner together and you guys could play with Bandit!” Gerard suggests “That’s a fantastic idea actually. She keeps asking for ‘uncle migey’ to visit” Frank adds. “I think we’re going to stay in tonight. Thank you guys for the offer but I could really use some alone time with my husband” Mikey says. “That’s okay! You’ll see her on Sunday anyway” Frank says. Mikey hears the radio play something familiar and turns it up when he sees Bang The Doldrums is playing. Gerard gives him a brotherly look, and Mikey blushes. All three of them sing along. “Y’know, Dance, Dance played on the way to your guys’ house, the radio must really love them” Mikey recalls.
Mikey looks down at his wedding ring, smiling giddily. This song reminds him of his and Pete’s rough patch, but it’s so powerful because it’s proof you can make it through anything if you’re determined. Like Pete was determined to win Mikey back. Maybe it was a little easier for him though, Mikey folded instantly. He’d always been in love with Pete. The fact that it was only two months after this song was released that they started dating again is quite comical. Pete’s spell must’ve worked.
Mikey pulls into the Iero-Way driveway and says goodbye to Frank and Gerard, telling them he’ll see them on Sunday. He nearly speeds to his house, getting there in record time. He practically hops out of the car, locking it quickly and walking up the steps to their front door. When Mikey enters, he calls out Pete’s name. “In the kitchen!” Pete yells back.
Mikey walks in and almost cries out in joy when he sees Pete. His husband is standing there in an adorable “Kiss the cook” apron, with a matching one on the island next to him. He’s laid out all the ingredients for them to make homemade pasta, including instructions, and he’s set the mood of the room. He dimmed the lights so they can see what they're doing with it still being sexy and relaxing, and he’s playing the movie Spirited Away on a low volume on the living room tv. “Surprise Mikeyway” Pete says.
Mikey stalks up to him slowly, love shining in his eyes as he leans down and kisses Pete softly and sensually, drawing it out and pressing him against the counter. “You’re fucking perfect oh my god” Mikey says, before leaning down to kiss him again. “I love you peterpan. Fuck, I’m so happy you’re my husband” Mikey’s just so, so tired and done with the world and he’s getting overly sappy but oh how he loves this man. Pete giggles and kisses him curtly before saying it back and sliding out from under him.
Pete picks up Mikey’s apron and puts it on him, and they get to cooking. Pete’s an awful cook and drops all their dough at one point and Mikey laughs until he cries, then kisses Pete until they're both breathless. Surprisingly, they only burn the pasta a little bit. They use store bought sauce because there’s no way in hell they’re making their own, and soon enough they have actually decent pasta prepared. They decide to sit on their deck and watch the sunset as they eat. “I needed this” Mikey says, and Pete kisses him. “I know baby. That’s why i did it. I also have a gift for you” says Pete. Mikey tilts his head in curiosity.
Pete heads inside and returns shortly thereafter with a small wrapped gift. “You even wrapped it? Aww baby” Mikey says as he takes the gift. He unwraps it to find it’s his favourite type of ciggarettes that are only available in the uk. “Fuck yeah! How did you get these?” Mikey asks. “Patrick went to London for two days and I asked him to pick up a pack for you. I thought now would be perfect to hand them over” he tells him. “Thank you so much baby” Mikey says as he pecks his lips. They clean up their mess of dishes just in time to head back out and catch the end of the sunrise.
They sit next to each other on the edge of the deck, feet dangling as Mikey digs into the cigs. He grabs one and lights it, before tilting the pack towards Pete, offering him one, Pete takes the offer and Mikey lights it for him. They smoke side by side, watching as the sun goes down. They’re both thinking the same thing. “This reminds me of the summer of 2005” Pete says, and Mikey gives him a love filled look. “Me too, but it’s even better” he replies.
“Yeah, now I can do this” Pete says as he throws his legs over Mikey’s thighs and straddles him. Mikey kisses him, letting his cigarette die out in his hand before he flicks it away and cups the back of Pete’s neck, deepening the kiss. Pete throws his cig somewhere as well, and he pulls away, looking into mikeys eyes. “Can we take this upstairs?” Mikey asks, and Pete smirks, pecking his lips and hauling him up, before getting dragged upstairs by his perfect husband.
“Oh and I got a text from Frank about s—” Pete starts when they get to their room.
“Respectfully baby, shut up.”