all the colors on street signs

pete comes home a bit tipsy one night. they share everything and pete’s routine is to work with his best friend at the record store, then go with said friend to practice in their band, and then go to the bar and drink a bit. mikey doesn’t disturb that routine. in fact, he hardly ever leaves his room. when mikey starts to notice his things going missing, he checks pete’s room. he feels like he’s invading pete’s space, until he sees his favorite anthrax tee shirt sticking out of one of the drawers, and a bit of his star wars bed sheets under pete’s bedspread. mikey half smiles. he falls in pete’s bed. pete smiles when he gets home, having checked mikey’s room, and seeing no signs of the boy, he races to his room quietly, and peeks. mikey’s there, laying in boxers and looking utterly perfect. pete bites his lip to stop smiling and strips down to his boxers.
mikey wakes up to a warm body and caramelized eyes. and all he does is kiss him, nice and short and sweet. pete comes to life even more in mikey’s sight. he sees the navy blue of his boxers, the dark color of pete’s hair. mikey whispers, /i love you/ for the first time and pete says it right back. they fall asleep listening to each others heartbeats.

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