writing wrongs 8/?
Title: Writing Wrongs
Author: windywisp
Genre/Pairing: Torksmith atm
Rating: PG-13 atm
Warnings: AU, some language, a little bit of violence, nothing too bad..yet(hahhaho)
Disclaimer: ye it totally happened(no)
Summary: Peter decides to take a trip to the wild west, and gets loads more than what he bargained for.Author's Note: aaaaa oh man get ready for this its just really cheesy and fluffy omg im both proud and extremely embarrassed of it????? its also a bit short but idk, hope you like it! （＾～＾）
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"Mike," Peter said for the fiftieth time that day.
Mike slowly rolled over to look at him.
"Mike," Peter repeated.
"Yes, Peter?" Mike murmured.
"....never mind."
Mike grunted, trying not to get too annoyed with him. He'd been doing this all day, acting like he was going to say something important and then dismissing it a few seconds later. They hadn't talked much since the train station and there was still tension between them, but a different kind of tension. Not necessarily bad but...Mike wished for a little more than what he was getting from the blonde yankee at the moment.
Peter kept absently pulling at the fringe on his moccasins and stealing glances at Mike when he thought he wasn't looking. When they'd stopped for the day and Micky and Davy said they were going out to go catch some dinner(whatever that meant) he'd seen his chance to...
Get to know him better.
Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.
"Mike?"
"Peter."
"Mike?"
"Peter-"
Peter felt the words 'never mind' start to form in his brain but he pushed them away and half shouted,"Can I ask you something?" Mike's eyebrows rose and he sat up. "Well, you just did shotgun, but sure. Go ahead."
'Never mind' seemed terribly tempting now.
"Um..." Peter blushed. I can't just go out and ask him! he thought. "Uh - what are you going to do with all the prize money?"
Mike squinted at the setting sun and muttered,"Well..I was thinking I'd buy a farm, settle down somewhere...raidin's fun but I'd much rather spend the rest of my life doing something i like."
"What about with someone you like?" Peter barely murmured to himself.
"Hm?"
"I didn't say anything."
Mike stared at him for a second. "Are you okay, Pete? You look really red." He reached a hand up to stroke Peter's chin and leaned in just a little, searching his face. Well that doesn't help, Peter thought helplessly, feeling like his entire face was about to burn off.
Peter leaned closer and he could just smell Mike, that husky, woody scent that always drafted around him and he could feel his heart beating irregularly fast. Mike stared at him with glassy eyes, mouth half open.
"Mike?"
"Peter?"
"Kiss me again."
Sara came walking up from the forest of trees, brushing dust off her arms from where she'd tripped a few times over a root. She was about to try and find someone to get her water to clean herself up when she turned to the right and saw Peter and Mike kissing like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh," she whispered.
Wow, wow, wow, wow. Peter draped his arms around Mike's neck, scooting closer to him. His lips are so soft, Peter thought, feeling Mike's eyelashes brushing his skin. This is so so so much better than before. Not as much blood.
Christ. Mike could feel sparks flying in his stomach and his mind was a mess, a jumble of feelings of anxiety and love and happiness and almost any emotion he could think of. He angled his head a little, gently coaxing Peter to open his mouth.
By now, Sara had seen enough to know exactly what was going on between the two of them. Ducking behind a tree, she covered her face, trying not to blush.
I'm not sure if I'm enjoying this or if this is the worst day of my life.
Sara had thought Peter was adorable and Mike, though bad-tempered in her opinion, was handsome. She'd known that Peter looked up to Mike, and she knew they were good friends, but she'd never expected....this.
In the meantime, Peter was practically in Mike's lap by now, gradually slowing the kiss into a resting point so he could actually breathe. They broke apart, making a little sucking noise and Peter looked at his hands, face red. He sucked in air shakily, glancing up at Mike. The cowboy blushed and smiled, and Peter took that as an A-OK. He buried his face in Mike's neck, sighing gently.
"Um, Mike?"
Before Mike could reply with "Yes, Peter?" he blurted,"I really - I like - I -" Peter looked confused with himself and Mike shushed his stammerings with a little kiss. "I love you too, Pete."
Peter's face broke into a huge smile and he kissed Mike on the cheek, giggling.
-
Micky and Davy managed to bring back a couple of hares which Peter flat-out refused to eat(They're just little baby bunnies!) and they were all setting up the tents and getting ready to sleep. Sara stood off to the side as Peter finished hammering in the last nail, chewing on her lip.
"Okay," Peter said, standing up. "Ready for bed?"
Sara paused. "No."
Peter's eyebrows raised and he cocked his head inquiringly. "I've been wanting some of my own privacy, you know, I am a lady and I can't be squeezing in with a dirty ruffian like you all the time." She glanced at Peter to make sure she hadn't cut too deep but he seemed just as indifferent as ever. "Why don't you just room with Mike, I'm sure he's lonely."
Peter's eyes widened, looking a little like a child who'd just been handed a lollipop. "Okay!" he chirped, trying and failing to keep the excitement out of his voice.
Sara watched Peter half walk, half skip off to Mike and tried to hide a smile.
-
"Mmm, wake up Pete."
Peter made a whimpery noise, snuggling farther into Mike's neck.
"C'mon, man, it's morning," he said, smiling despite himself.
Peter sighed and lifted his head up, hair ruffled and sticking out in all directions. He yawned, stretching, and turned to Mike. "Good morning," he murmured shyly.
"Good morning," Mike said back, the ends of his mouth twitching, and he sat up, dragging a hand through his hair. "We've got a big day ahead of us, Pete," he said, reaching into the pile of clothes he'd unceremoniously dumped there the night before. "I think we're finally going to catch him."
Peter's eyes widened as he watched Mike unbutton his shirt and start tugging it off.
"Uh," he stammered, eyes roaming over his muscled arms and chest. "What's the plan?" Mike pulled a new shirt on and turned to Peter. "They're going on another criminal spree next town over - they'll be too busy raiding to notice we're tracking 'em."
Peter paused. "Um, what do I do?"
Mike turned to him, eyes searching his face. "I want you to keep look out."
"Mike I-"
"No, Peter," Mike snapped sternly. "I'm not...I'm not risking losin' you again."
Peter looked at his hands, blushing. "I just...I don't want to be dead weight." Mike shook his head, pushing himself into a hunched standing position. "Peter, you're not dead weight. Not to me. And you never will be."
Peter smiled and Mike felt his stomach flipflop - he'd never gotten over how beautiful Peter's smile was - so sunny and genuine that it made you feel like smiling too.
"Mike! Peter!" They both broke out of their stupor and turned to Micky, who'd stuck his head in the tent. "Stop daydreaming will ya? We gotta go!"
He left and Mike grumbled, "...of all the people in the word to tell us to stop daydreamin'..."
Peter dusted himself off as he blinked in the sunlight and turned to Mike.
"Ready?"
"Ready."