This is like, turning into a fully fledged fic now. OH YOU AND YOUR SHINY SHINY DISTRACTIONS!
Mikey squirms, the heat in his blush intensifying. He's not ready to look at Pete's face, see all that want so he studies his collarbone instead, focusing on a fading bruise.
"Come on, Mikey. It'd be so hot." Pete's pressing him down into the bunk, forehead against his, their hands still clasped palm to palm. Pete's on fire, skin burning hot where they touch. He's pressing kisses on the sides of Mikey's mouth, down his neck and back up again. Their hips are locked together and the press of Pete's hardness against his own feels way too good.
"I just wanna watch you, see you get off, not being able to touch... oh fuck, Mikey..." Pete just can't shut up about it. He's grinding on Mikey and Mikey's caught the fever now, burning up and humping back up on Pete. He's not sure if he's overheating on Pete's touches or just mortifyingly embarrassed by what he's proposing.
Which he is. He couldn't... He's never... not even for Pete. He'd fold and shrivel before Pete's eyes, too shy, too much to ask.
Pete licks a stripe up his neck. "Just say you'll do it." Another kiss, hard and firm then Pete's looking down on him, eyes all hot and maniacal. "You don't have to mean it, just pretend. Just say you'll do it for me."
There's a note of desperation in Pete's voice. Mikey doesn't want to lie to him, so he does the best he can.
"I'll think about it."
***
And he does think about it. Way more often than he should, prickling with heat every time. A kind of heady embarrassment tinged with something more, something raw and deep that puts heat in his crotch as well as his cheeks.
Pete starts coming back into tune, losing interest in Gerard and Frank's shenanigans, all attention arrowing back to Mikey. He starts going out of tune in the other direction, staring at Mikey ravenously, making Mikey's toes curl and his heart patter.
He lies in his bunk at night, rubbing one out, quiet as death with a handful of kleenex, trying to assess if he could possibly do this in front of someone else, in front of Pete.
The answer in his mind is always no, but that doesn't stop him thinking about it while he moves his hand. Imagining Pete's greedy eyes watching him and he's hiding his face in his shoulder and coming way too fast.
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Mikey squirms, the heat in his blush intensifying. He's not ready to look at Pete's face, see all that want so he studies his collarbone instead, focusing on a fading bruise.
"Come on, Mikey. It'd be so hot." Pete's pressing him down into the bunk, forehead against his, their hands still clasped palm to palm. Pete's on fire, skin burning hot where they touch. He's pressing kisses on the sides of Mikey's mouth, down his neck and back up again. Their hips are locked together and the press of Pete's hardness against his own feels way too good.
"I just wanna watch you, see you get off, not being able to touch... oh fuck, Mikey..." Pete just can't shut up about it. He's grinding on Mikey and Mikey's caught the fever now, burning up and humping back up on Pete. He's not sure if he's overheating on Pete's touches or just mortifyingly embarrassed by what he's proposing.
Which he is. He couldn't... He's never... not even for Pete. He'd fold and shrivel before Pete's eyes, too shy, too much to ask.
Pete licks a stripe up his neck. "Just say you'll do it." Another kiss, hard and firm then Pete's looking down on him, eyes all hot and maniacal. "You don't have to mean it, just pretend. Just say you'll do it for me."
There's a note of desperation in Pete's voice. Mikey doesn't want to lie to him, so he does the best he can.
"I'll think about it."
***
And he does think about it. Way more often than he should, prickling with heat every time. A kind of heady embarrassment tinged with something more, something raw and deep that puts heat in his crotch as well as his cheeks.
Pete starts coming back into tune, losing interest in Gerard and Frank's shenanigans, all attention arrowing back to Mikey. He starts going out of tune in the other direction, staring at Mikey ravenously, making Mikey's toes curl and his heart patter.
He lies in his bunk at night, rubbing one out, quiet as death with a handful of kleenex, trying to assess if he could possibly do this in front of someone else, in front of Pete.
The answer in his mind is always no, but that doesn't stop him thinking about it while he moves his hand. Imagining Pete's greedy eyes watching him and he's hiding his face in his shoulder and coming way too fast.