All days are gay now sorry I don’t make the rules //
“Thanks again for doing this,” Mike whispers to Peter.
“Really, it’s my pleasure.”
When Mike’s father had tried to set him up with yet another ‘suitable daughter’ of a friend of his, he had panicked and said that he eloped with his boyfriend. His father knew he was gay, but had been electing to ignore that fact. The only problem with the story is that Mike doesn’t and didn’t have a boyfriend (husband now, he supposes). Luckily for him, his childhood friend whom he recently reconnected with, Peter, was willing to step up to the plate and fake it for at least long enough to get Mike’s father off his back.
Now they’re at some banquet a stuffy politician is throwing, fake wedding bands on their fingers and matching ties around their necks. It’s not like Mike’s never thought of Peter this way, especially after that day when Mike came out as gay and Peter responded by saying he’s bi, but he’s never had what they called the “Stone Experience” when they were stupid teenagers. Peter’s protective hand on the small of his back, guiding him easily through rich bureaucrats and charming anyone who bothers them with his talent for words so that they’re mostly left alone. All that matters is that they’re here and Mike gets to kill two birds with one stone (pun not intended, he thinks to himself bitterly); he gets left alone about his availability, and he doesn’t have to deal with all these people on his own. The secretive world of politics has never been his forte.
And honestly, Peter looks fantastic in a tux perfectly tailored to the muscular build of his body that he’s never allowed to fade from his days as a high school (and then professional) athlete. His charming grin and brilliant green eyes make quite the picture as well. Old hints of flippant crushes thrill through him, intensifying when Peter leans in to whisper some comment in his ear that he doesn’t even really process.
He pulls back at Mike’s lack of response with a lazy smirk. “Mikey?”
“Shit, sorry- what?”
But it’s too late. Peter knows him, inside and out, and he’s all too familiar with Mike’s blush and stiffer posture. “Didn’t mean to uh,” he lowers his voice, “excite you.”
“‘S fine,” Mike squeaks out.
His suit is starting to feel too warm for comfort.
“I’ve been to events here before, so I know where the secluded areas are. You know, if you want to, of course.”
In a burst of courage, he tilts his face up to kiss Peter briefly. It looks like a perfunctory kiss to most others around them, but the brief contact is enough to ignite something in Mike’s chest that he’s missed for far too long.
❤
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