Title: Behind those glasses of yours
Author: Mee~ ;]
Pairing: Peter Wentz x Michael Way
Rating: PG
POV: 1st - Mikey's
Summary: Mikey's always wanted Peter to see him. To really see him
Disclaimer: I don't own either of these boys. This is 100% fake. F-A-K-E
Author Notes: I'm the worst writer in history. Forgive me. sweatdrop
Warnings: Marshmallow fluffies~ <3
It was late, cold, and he had already given me his jacket. This was it, I had never been this close to Peter Wentz. I couldn't stand it, I had to kiss him. The atmosphere was perfect, we were alone. My pesky brother and his friends weren't around. Plus it was snowing. Everything is three times as pretty in snow, especially him.
"Hey Mikes." Pete says, turning to me.
I quickly stop day dreaming about how good his lips would feel against mine and choke out, "Y-Yeah?" I had this shocked, excited, embarassed look on my face. I must look like such an idiot.
He just stares at me. He gets my attention and he just stares at me. I feel his eyes pierce into my heart, my mind, and into my very soul. He's probably seeing all the nasty, horrible thoughts I've been thinking this whole time.
Finally, after the seemingly longest 5 minutes of my life, I feel his hand coming toward my face. Oh man, this is it. This is the part where he puts his hand behind my head, plays with my hair and pulls me into a passionate kiss, wet, all tounge, no precision, pure animalistic lust. I can hear the groans,'" Mikey, I love you."
The hair on the back of my neck is standing on end, my heart is racing. He's close now, I feel his other hand on my thigh causing me to get more 'excited'. I shut my eyes and brace myself for the worst that could possibly happen.
There I am, my eyes closed, waiting hopefully to feel something, anything, against my lips, to hear the 4 words i long to hear, to see what talents that mouth of his had. I open my eyes, to see a blur infront of me and the shape of my glasses in it's hand.
I feel awkward, naked, and ugly without my glasses. I cover my face and say stammer,
"P-Peter! Give th-them back!"
I sense his hand coming toward me again, he prys my hands of my face. I can feel his eyes lock with mine. 'Wow.' I hear him breath.
"Peter. My-" I begin
"Oh. Right. Sorry. I just uh... wanted to see what you looked like without...them."
I put my glasses on, quick enough to see his face, beet red.
"Hey Mikes." Pete says, turning to me.
I quickly stop day dreaming about how good his lips would feel against mine and choke out, "Y-Yeah?" I had this shocked, excited, embarassed look on my face. I must look like such an idiot.
He just stares at me. He gets my attention and he just stares at me. I feel his eyes pierce into my heart, my mind, and into my very soul. He's probably seeing all the nasty, horrible thoughts I've been thinking this whole time.
Finally, after the seemingly longest 5 minutes of my life, I feel his hand coming toward my face. Oh man, this is it. This is the part where he puts his hand behind my head, plays with my hair and pulls me into a passionate kiss, wet, all tounge, no precision, pure animalistic lust. I can hear the groans,'" Mikey, I love you."
The hair on the back of my neck is standing on end, my heart is racing. He's close now, I feel his other hand on my thigh causing me to get more 'excited'. I shut my eyes and brace myself for the worst that could possibly happen.
There I am, my eyes closed, waiting hopefully to feel something, anything, against my lips, to hear the 4 words i long to hear, to see what talents that mouth of his had. I open my eyes, to see a blur infront of me and the shape of my glasses in it's hand.
I feel awkward, naked, and ugly without my glasses. I cover my face and say stammer,
"P-Peter! Give th-them back!"
I sense his hand coming toward me again, he prys my hands of my face. I can feel his eyes lock with mine. 'Wow.' I hear him breath.
"Peter. My-" I begin
"Oh. Right. Sorry. I just uh... wanted to see what you looked like without...them."
I put my glasses on, quick enough to see his face, beet red.
