Eet. ♡

fifty nine

( guys i hated writing this chapter pls go read a bible)

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june 17th, 2017

pete wentz and mikey way were casually hanging out at a graveyard about fifteen minutes ago.

they had just gotten ice cream previously, so decided on taking a tiny stroll in the lot.

they were doing what normal people were doing, casually walking down the trails, hand in hand, probably pissing off a bunch of dead people from the 1930's- you know, normal people things.

up until they had reached the mausoleum, which behind it stood a forest. to that point, pete had the idea of getting on his knees behind the mausoleum.

mikey had initially went against it, only reason being in public area, alongside the same cemetery his childhood pet bismuth was buried in, however, slowly but surely, mikey decided why the fuck not.

and down the pants went.

and also soon enough, pete was giving his boyfriend head behind a mausoleum. this was pretty holy.

"p-pete-" mikey whimpered, tugging on pete's hair. "f-fuck- baby-"

this wasn't the first time they had done this, but never in public. maybe he was more kinky then he initially thought? this was some weird shit. mikey's thoughts were going everywhere. someone's grandmas buried here. this is super disrespectful.

but it also felt fuckin' fantastic- so mikey thought it was a perfect ratio of awfulness.

getting his dick sucked behind a mausoleum was not a typical friday plan for mikey way.

but it wasn't bothering him too much.

shouldn't a kid his age be reading right now?

probably. but he didn't care.

"pete- i love you baby- oh shit-" pete reached and placed his hand on mikey's thigh, curling his fingers to where his nails would slightly dig into the bare skin on his thigh.

this continued for a good 5 minutes, mikey's curses getting more sharp and tangled between the moans. he was getting close.

"pete- i- i'm getting close."

pete's movement began to go faster, nearly reaching mikey to his climax.

until they heard footsteps.

"YO PETE!" a voice called out. "THE SLEEPOVER IS TONIGHT. YOUR SNAPCHAT SAID YOU WERE-"

"i'm here!" pete called back.

"shit." mikey said

pete quickly stood up and bolted towards where he heard the voice coming from- giving mikey a moment to get his shit together.

"hey." pete said.

"why are you at a cemetery?" jack said. "travie! he's over here!"

pete looked over to see travie walking from the other side of the cemetery.

"who else did you bring on your manhunt?" pete glared at jack, just as mikey came back from the behind of the mausoleum.

"just travie...." jack said, holding the 'e' at the end of his sentence, noticing mikey's bulge.

jack then looked over at pete's knees to see them covered in dirt.

"oh my god." jack started laughing at the sight. "you two- oh my god!" he continued laughing.

mikey's face was boiling red. pete was mortified.

just before either of the two could say anything in defense- travie had reached to where they all were. "hey pete, do you need a ride to patrick's? me and-" travie stopped his sentence as his eyes went straight to mikey.

grey sweatpants on a day like this was not a fantastic idea.

"uh- yeah! a ride would be great!" pete said, attempted to change the subject as fast as possible. "where's your car?"

"it's over in the front-"

"thanks!" pete latched onto mikeys hand and began to walk towards the front, at a very quick pace.

"we're never hearing the end of this, are we?" mikey chuckled, as they were just about at travie's car.

"probably not." pete laughed alongside. "we'll continue that at another time."

"sounds like a plan." mikey said as they reached travie's car and both got in the backseat.

they were in comfortable silence as they waited on jack and travie, but soon enough, travie and jack had made it to the car.

"y'all are freaks." travie said as he started the car. "i don't know which is worse, supposedly fingering melanie with a toothbrush or getting blown at a graveyard."

"probably the graveyard." jack answered. "someone's dead baby is in there"

"stop!!" mikey whimpered, laughing a tiny bit. "are we rotting in hell now?"

"well, considering there is a church next to the yard... probably." pete answered. "we'll party down in hell together."

"i'm going too, and so is alex." jack said. "tonight can be a pre-party into hell."

"nah, williams safe." travie intervened. "he's actually literal jesus christ. even our drunk nights he's still a child of god, surprisingly." travie said.

"drunk nights?" mikey asked.

"two bro's drinking... it leads to some adventures." travie chuckled. "ain't that right pete?"

"i knew you were gonna bring me up." pete smirked with an eye roll.

"nothing happened between us, but pete's probably made out with most of the groupchat."

"probably" pete shrugged, unbothered.

and one more turn, and they were at patrick's house.

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song rec; ass back home by gym class heroes