Ok I'm not as fast as you, and I'm trying to write this at work between yannow - working - so here is a bit more:::::
Mikey doesn't say anything. He's not sure what to say. He wants to know what Pete means by "saw", but at the same time he doesn't really want to know.
Pete sits up a little, rolling to his side to see Mikey's face better. There's excitement in the way he moves, like he's been bottling this information up and he's finally got someone to talk to.
Mikey's not sure if he wants to be that someone.
"Remember our last hotel night?" Pete doesn't even wait for Mikey to answer, it's all bubbling out now. "They went at it, right in the middle of the living room."
Pete's eyes are sparkling dangerously. It's on the tip of Mikey's tongue to just say shut up. He's pretty sure he doesn't want to hear any more.
But Pete's not stopping and the words don't make it out of Mikey's mouth.
"It was insane. I mean I didn't mean to look at first, I just wanted to see who it was but, jesus, Mikey it was so hot."
"Pete." Pete looks up at Mikey's voice, he's got one hand hovering in front of Pete's face like some kind of vague traffic cop. "Stop."
Mikey's heard enough. It's not so much that it's Gerard that Pete's talking about that's making Mikey's insides swirl, it's just hearing Pete get so hot, so excited about someone who's not Mikey. He's not a fool. This thing they have, whatever it is, they never said it was exclusive, they've never even talked about what it is but... that doesn't mean Mikey wants it rubbed in his face.
"Yeah I'm gonna go." Mikey's not sure where, he just wants the conversation to end. He starts to roll out of the bunk, but Pete catches his wrist, pulls him back in. Mikey lets himself be pulled. He didn't know where he was going anyway.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Pete's words come out in a rush. "I'm fucking this up. It wasn't like that."
"Wasn't like what?" Mikey's trying real hard not to look at Pete, because if he does he's just going to go with it, whatever he says and Mikey's just got this really strong feeling that it's important for him to hold out right now, not give in too quick.
"Not whatever you thought. Whatever made you wanna leave." Pete's quick, he's grabbed Mikey's hands in his, twining their fingers together. Mikey's little bit of defiant will gives out and he looks up at Pete's best puppy face.
"I just watched." Pete says it so matter of factly. Mikey cringes to hear it. Pete doesn't even look embarrassed about it.
Mikey's got an empathetic blush crawling up his neck just thinking about it.
"God, they didn't catch you did they?" and even just asking the question is giving in. Letting the conversation continue.
"Not straight away."
"Oh jesus." Mikey flops onto his back on the bunk. How the fuck does Pete do it? The guy has no fucking shame.
Pete crawls on top of him then, all warm and sinuous and Mikey can feel how much this conversation is turning him on. Pete leans in for a kiss and Mikey lets him, kissing back all soft and lazy because it's easier to kiss Pete than to listen to him spout this crap.
Pete breaks the kiss, petting Mikey's hair. "You know, we should do something like that."
"You want me to fuck Frank?" Mikey's voice pitches up as he asks, hoping this is all a big joke. Pete laughs, throaty and soft.
"No, you idiot." He leans down for another kiss, lightly biting Mikey's lip before he comes up again and Mikey could almost whimper he does it so well. Then Pete finally lays it out for him.
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Mikey doesn't say anything. He's not sure what to say. He wants to know what Pete means by "saw", but at the same time he doesn't really want to know.
Pete sits up a little, rolling to his side to see Mikey's face better. There's excitement in the way he moves, like he's been bottling this information up and he's finally got someone to talk to.
Mikey's not sure if he wants to be that someone.
"Remember our last hotel night?" Pete doesn't even wait for Mikey to answer, it's all bubbling out now. "They went at it, right in the middle of the living room."
Pete's eyes are sparkling dangerously. It's on the tip of Mikey's tongue to just say shut up. He's pretty sure he doesn't want to hear any more.
But Pete's not stopping and the words don't make it out of Mikey's mouth.
"It was insane. I mean I didn't mean to look at first, I just wanted to see who it was but, jesus, Mikey it was so hot."
"Pete." Pete looks up at Mikey's voice, he's got one hand hovering in front of Pete's face like some kind of vague traffic cop. "Stop."
Mikey's heard enough. It's not so much that it's Gerard that Pete's talking about that's making Mikey's insides swirl, it's just hearing Pete get so hot, so excited about someone who's not Mikey. He's not a fool. This thing they have, whatever it is, they never said it was exclusive, they've never even talked about what it is but... that doesn't mean Mikey wants it rubbed in his face.
"Yeah I'm gonna go." Mikey's not sure where, he just wants the conversation to end. He starts to roll out of the bunk, but Pete catches his wrist, pulls him back in. Mikey lets himself be pulled. He didn't know where he was going anyway.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Pete's words come out in a rush. "I'm fucking this up. It wasn't like that."
"Wasn't like what?" Mikey's trying real hard not to look at Pete, because if he does he's just going to go with it, whatever he says and Mikey's just got this really strong feeling that it's important for him to hold out right now, not give in too quick.
"Not whatever you thought. Whatever made you wanna leave." Pete's quick, he's grabbed Mikey's hands in his, twining their fingers together. Mikey's little bit of defiant will gives out and he looks up at Pete's best puppy face.
"I just watched." Pete says it so matter of factly. Mikey cringes to hear it. Pete doesn't even look embarrassed about it.
Mikey's got an empathetic blush crawling up his neck just thinking about it.
"God, they didn't catch you did they?" and even just asking the question is giving in. Letting the conversation continue.
"Not straight away."
"Oh jesus." Mikey flops onto his back on the bunk. How the fuck does Pete do it? The guy has no fucking shame.
Pete crawls on top of him then, all warm and sinuous and Mikey can feel how much this conversation is turning him on. Pete leans in for a kiss and Mikey lets him, kissing back all soft and lazy because it's easier to kiss Pete than to listen to him spout this crap.
Pete breaks the kiss, petting Mikey's hair. "You know, we should do something like that."
"You want me to fuck Frank?" Mikey's voice pitches up as he asks, hoping this is all a big joke. Pete laughs, throaty and soft.
"No, you idiot." He leans down for another kiss, lightly biting Mikey's lip before he comes up again and Mikey could almost whimper he does it so well. Then Pete finally lays it out for him.
"I want to watch you."