Ship: Pete/Mikey
Words: 359

His lips are soft on mine. Calloused hands in my hair. His body presses against mine as he straddles me on the couch, sitting comfortably with my fingers holding his hips steady. Each kiss is slow and passionate, lips on lips and the occasional tongue but we both keep that away for the most part. He tastes like pumpkin and coffee and... well I probably taste like ramen noodles.

"Hey, Pete?" He asks softly. Kiss.

"Yeah?" Kiss.

"I need to tell you something." Kiss.

I pull away and hold his chiseled jaw away from mine so he can't try to kiss me again despite the fact I'm craving his lips and tongue and everything.

"What is it?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

He looks away nervously and concern immediately crosses my face.

"Mikes?" I ask quietly.

"I... uh... I'm not really sure how to say this." He whispers out.

I force his head forward so his brown eyes meet mine.

"What is it?"

He purses his lips.

"Are you sure you wanna know?"

"Yes," I reply sternly, "What is it?"

"Promise not to freak out?"

"Promise."

"Pinky promise?"

"Yes, of course." I smile, taking his pinky in mine.

He leans forward so his lips brush my ear.

"I love you."

It takes a moment but I eventually burst out laughing and push him down playfully onto the couch.

"I hate you so much."

"You love me," Mikey smiles, letting me straddle him and pin his hands above his head.

"I might just have to hold you down and tickle you because your such a cheesy bastard."

"Kinky." He replies.

"Says the guy who brought handcuffs into the bedroom." I scoff.

Mikey raises an eyebrow and after a moment replies, "Yeah, 'cuz that's worse than a piss kink."

"Shut up, Man." I growl.

"Make me," he smiles teasingly.

I waste no time in diving into his lips, filling his mouth with my tongue and slowly pulling off his jacket.

"Is that a fuckin' challenge, Mikeyway?"

"Try me, Wentz."

"Well it's not so much of trying as fucking but..."

"Shut up and kiss me, Dude."