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Mikey lets out a startled laugh as Worm hugs him tight, easily lifting him off the ground. "Mikey fuckin' Way!" Worm grins. "Gerard didn't tell me you were coming, that fucker."
"He doesn't know," Mikey says as Worm sets him back on his feet.
"Gee's going to be out of his mind, he's missed you like crazy," Worm says. He looks around the backstage area. "Where's Pete?"
Mikey shrugs. "Asleep, back at my mom's. We just got in yesterday and he's still jet-lagged." Mikey's still feeling pretty exhausted himself.
Worm nods sympathetically. "Fuckin' timezones, those things will fuck you up for days." He turns and heads down the corridor and Mikey follows behind automatically. Worm bangs on the dressing room door and pushes it open without waiting for a response. "Gerard! I found your biggest fucking fan hanging out by the door. You don't mind, right?"
"Woooorm!" Gerard hisses under his breath.
Mikey ducks under Worm's arm to enter the dressing room and smirks, tossing back his head. "OH MY GOD IT'S GERARD! I LOVE YOU!!! WILL YOU KISS FRANKIE AGAIN?!"
Everyone freezes for half a second and then Mikey's being tackled from four different directions and they fall to the ground in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Mikey ends up on his back, Gerard latched around his neck and Frank clinging to his waist. There's a foot digging into his spine that feels like it's probably Bob's, and he's definitely eating some of Ray's hair. He laughs and hugs them all closer.
Finally, a long, long moment later, Gerard pulls back enough to punch Mikey in the arm. "You asshole! Why didn't you call us?"
"I called Brian," Mikey defends himself.
"Fucking Schechter," Frank mumbles, still wrapped tightly around Mikey's waist, even as the others finally detangle themselves.
"Schechter? I thought you were fucking Gee here. That's what the Internet told me," Mikey grins, laughing as Frank scowls and Gerard rolls his eyes.
"Fuck it was one kiss."
Mikey nods. "And groping. And licking. And head-humping. And --"
"Yeah yeah," Gerard cuts him off with a glare. Frank's shaking with laughter, head buried in Mikey's stomach and Mikey pats his head. "It's not like we've never done it before," Gerard continues.
Mikey stares at Gerard thoughtfully and tilts his head to the side. "You know, I think that's kind of the idea Gee."
Gerard scowls at them all as the rest of the band starts laughing. "Fuckers." He grins at Mikey.
Mikey's still grinning back when Frank's laughter cuts off abruptly. He jerks his head off Mikey's lap and Mikey frowns down at him, but Frank ignores it. He grabs at Mikey's hand, staring.
"Mikey. Fucking. Way. What the FUCK is that?"
The guys all stop laughing and follow Frank's line of sight to peer at Mikey's hand. Mikey's left hand. More specifically, the thin circle of platinum that's sitting on Mikey's left hand.
Mikey shifts uncomfortably in the silence, fidgeting under the weight of his band's eyes. "Um, surprise?"
Frank's eyes widen and he finally lifts his gaze from the ring to Mikey's face. "Holy shit, you got married?"
Mikey smiles. "Yes?"
Ray grins. "Congratulations! Where'd you guys do it?"
"Uh, while we were in Belgium. It's legal there, and they had a day off, and..." Mikey takes a deep breath. "Yeah."
Bob frowns for a minute. "When were you guys in Belgium?"
Mikey flushes a little, twirling the ring around on his hand. He's still not used to the weight of it. "Um, August 15."
Bob's eyes light up and he grins knowingly at Mikey. Mikey ducks his head, feeling his face turn red, but grins back because Bob's awesome.
"Do you know what tomorrow is?" Pete asked.
Mikey looked up from his bag, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "A day off?"
Pete scowled. "No. Well, yes." He waved his hand irritably in Mikey's face. "It's August 15 tomorrow."
Mikey froze, hoodie in hand. "Oh yeah,?" he asked weakly. A sharp pain lanced through his chest. August 15... the day he let Pete walk away.
Warm arms slid around his waist and Pete pressed against his back. "Shh, calm Mikeyway."
Mikey dropped his hoodie and covered Pete's hands with his own. They breathed together, Pete's lips against the back of Mikey's neck.
"Tomorrow's August 15," Pete finally whispered into Mikey's hair. "And we'll be in Belgium." His arms tightened around Mikey. "You know what's legal in Belgium?"
Mikey shook his head, knowing Pete would tell him.
Pete nipped at Mikey's ear. "Gay Marriage."
Mikey's eyes widened and he spun out of Pete's arms. Pete let him go, watching him worriedly. "What?" Mikey breathed. "Shit, you can't joke about that Pete."
Pete's eyes narrowed and he moved closer to Mikey. "Who's joking? Fuck, I wouldn't, I'd never..." Pete breathed out in frustration and grabbed Mikey's face in his hands, pulling him down. Their lips crashed together, teeth clicking, and tongues dueling fiercely. Pete broke away with a gasp, resting his forehead against Mikey's. "Marry me Mikeyway. Be mine always."
Mikey hesitated, lifting his head away but Pete's fingers tightened on the back of his neck and kept him close. "No," Pete insisted. "I'm serious. You're it, Mikeyway. You're mine. I let you walk away too many times before, this time I'm keeping you."
Something broke inside Mikey's chest, the heavy weight that'd been steadily growing the closer they got to the end of summer. "Okay," Mikey breathed, and he grinned at Pete.
Pete's eyes widened in delight and he beamed. "Yeah?"
Mikey nodded against Pete's forehead, tilting his head to kiss him. "Yeah."
Mikey looks up through his hair at Gerard, chewing on his lip nervously. Gerard's face is unreadable for a long moment as he studies Mikey, stares at the ring that Mikey keeps spinning around his finger.
Ray clears his throat. "Um, we're going to go... be..." he waves his hand. "elsewhere."
Bob nods. "Yeah, what he said." The two of them start to walk across the dressing room, but Bob stops and turns back. He grabs Frank around the waist and yanks, throwing him over his shoulder and ignoring his laughing complaints.
Gerard looks down at the ground and then back up at Mikey. "You got married, in Europe," he begins slowly, "to Pete Wentz."
Mikey nods, biting back the small grin that crosses his face at the words "married to Pete Wentz".
Gerard's still staring. "You got married, in Europe," he repeats, "without telling anyone."
Mikey manfully represses the urge to fidget nervously. "Um, yes?"
Gerard's silent for a moment and then a wicked grin crosses his face. "Fuck man... Mom is going to fucking kill you!"