So next chapter of the slowest commentfic EVER. I think I might just have to give up and admit I can't really write commentfic... agh. Oh Pete. Oh Mikey. You're killing me guys really....
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When the next hotel night rolls around Mikey doesn't want to know what kind of blackmail Pete must've pulled to get a room to himself. It's exactly where they end up at some ungodly hour of the morning post-show partied out and still damp and heady from a shared shower.
Pete doesn't let Mikey even try to get his clothes back on, just tackles him down to the bed, and kisses him breathless. Mikey doesn't mind at all. He's got all the skin he can touch and a locked door between them and anyone who might intrude. He's revelling in the slide of their skin, the full body contact, the insistent press of Pete's lips on every part of Mikey he can reach.
It's starting to pitch up to the next level, he can feel the hot throb of Pete's cock on his stomach and his own answering need. They wrestle and roll on the bed, Mikey's fingers clutching in Pete's hair, pressing him down, pulling him in. The incidental contact is not enough for Mikey now, he wants something deliberate. He forces his hand between their bodies, finding Pete's cock warm and firm.
Pete's breath hitches and he mumbles something into Mikey's neck as long fingers shape him. Mikey rolls them onto their sides for better access, his long limbs unfolding, leg's tangling with Pete's. He firms his grip on Pete's cock and strokes, feeling it tighten in his hand. Pete's making choked noises and sucking Mikey's neck, fingers curling to dig into his skin.
MIkey's own cock is upright and leaking and he's getting impatient for Pete to pay it some attention. He swoops down for another kiss, curling his body closer to Pete's so his cock draws patterns in pre-come across Pete's stomach. Does he need to put up a billboard?
"Mikey." Pete's looking up at him, all intense and hazy. He's locking his hand around Mikey's grip on his cock, tangling their fingers and tugging. Another kiss, brief and licking, and Pete's pulling their hands away from his cock, pressing them towards Mikey's crotch.
"Mikey, please." Pete's sounding desperate and needy and it takes Mikey a moment to catch on. Then Pete's fitting Mikey's fingers around his own cock, pressing them closed into a grip and Mikey gets it. Like a neon flashing sign, he fucking gets it. Pete and his stupid obsessions.
"Please Mikey, show me..." The words are peppered between kisses and Pete's not letting Mikey let go. "Mikey please... I just, I wanna see..."
Comment!Fic Ur doing it wrong
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When the next hotel night rolls around Mikey doesn't want to know what kind of blackmail Pete must've pulled to get a room to himself. It's exactly where they end up at some ungodly hour of the morning post-show partied out and still damp and heady from a shared shower.
Pete doesn't let Mikey even try to get his clothes back on, just tackles him down to the bed, and kisses him breathless. Mikey doesn't mind at all. He's got all the skin he can touch and a locked door between them and anyone who might intrude. He's revelling in the slide of their skin, the full body contact, the insistent press of Pete's lips on every part of Mikey he can reach.
It's starting to pitch up to the next level, he can feel the hot throb of Pete's cock on his stomach and his own answering need. They wrestle and roll on the bed, Mikey's fingers clutching in Pete's hair, pressing him down, pulling him in. The incidental contact is not enough for Mikey now, he wants something deliberate. He forces his hand between their bodies, finding Pete's cock warm and firm.
Pete's breath hitches and he mumbles something into Mikey's neck as long fingers shape him. Mikey rolls them onto their sides for better access, his long limbs unfolding, leg's tangling with Pete's. He firms his grip on Pete's cock and strokes, feeling it tighten in his hand. Pete's making choked noises and sucking Mikey's neck, fingers curling to dig into his skin.
MIkey's own cock is upright and leaking and he's getting impatient for Pete to pay it some attention. He swoops down for another kiss, curling his body closer to Pete's so his cock draws patterns in pre-come across Pete's stomach. Does he need to put up a billboard?
"Mikey." Pete's looking up at him, all intense and hazy. He's locking his hand around Mikey's grip on his cock, tangling their fingers and tugging. Another kiss, brief and licking, and Pete's pulling their hands away from his cock, pressing them towards Mikey's crotch.
"Mikey, please." Pete's sounding desperate and needy and it takes Mikey a moment to catch on. Then Pete's fitting Mikey's fingers around his own cock, pressing them closed into a grip and Mikey gets it. Like a neon flashing sign, he fucking gets it. Pete and his stupid obsessions.
"Please Mikey, show me..." The words are peppered between kisses and Pete's not letting Mikey let go. "Mikey please... I just, I wanna see..."