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Spoiled. Absolutely. Rotten.

I love my F-list so hard right now.

I whinged about being hungover and

dancinbutterfly wrote me awesome comment fic of awesome because she is made of awesome. It's Pete/??? and it's just equal parts sweet and funny with a biting tang of angst for good measure. Pete is very quickly becoming one of my new favourite things which is incredibly suprising to me since I'm really not very well versed with FOB but he's just SUCH a good character. And

dancinbutterfly has his number, oh yes.

Do yourself a favour and read I've Got (Champagne) Headaches. (And if it makes you pine for more Pete then go read her So Why Don't You Slide too which is Pete/Mikey Summer of Like featuring waterpark gropings and wet-and-shirtless Mikeyway.)

Not to mention a few days ago when I started squeeing all over this photo of Gerard of the Hotness eyefucking Ray The Oblivious. Photo taken by Frank because he is the best. It made me ache for some Ray/Gerard and GUESS WHAT?

b_dsaint wrote me comment fic of cuteness and light with oblivious Ray and pining Gerard told through the eyes of Frankie the matchmaking photographer as Bob and Mikey give him loads of shit. It is OF THE CUTE. Read it NOW.

And if that weren't enough to make me the happiest and squee-ing-est ever

magic_electric and

bebunny were ALSO bitten by the prompt-ridden pic and are writing their own Ray/Gerard's inspired by that pic. It just makes me GLEE ALL OVER THE PLACE.

You talented people rock my fucking world.

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SHINY DISTRACTIONS ARE AMAZING!!

*jaw drop* holy shit Mikey. Pete's right, it'd be so hot.

"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. awww pete... :-(

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..."

but it's fun! I <3 getting these notices in my email! :-)

*sigh* oh boys... Pete you're pushing! Mikey, give in!! ;-)

Heat flushes through Mikey and his first thought is to hide. Turn his face into the pillow, roll away. Pete's asking too much.

But the instructions from his brain don't make it to his body. He just lies there, fingers around his cock, skin burning, totally lacking motion. Pete takes his silence as acquiescence and slides his fingers away, pushes his whole body away from Mikey's, robbing Mikey of his warmth. Pete shifts a few feet back on the bed, resting his head on his arm like he's about to watch a favourite movie, eyes all over Mikey, hungry.

Mikey still hasn't moved. He's not sure if he can.

"Pete, I can't-"

"Shhhh... just try okay? Please. Just try for me." Pete's begging with his eyes and Mikey's crumbling, last defences falling.

He slides his free hand beneath his glasses, covering his eyes because he can't look right now. Can't see Pete watching him and do this. Still not sure if he even can do this.

His cock hasn't softened. Not even a little. It's like his mortification is only making him hotter, feeding the fire in his crotch. He tightens his grip on his cock, feels the answering throb and starts to stroke. He can hear Pete's little sigh when he does. He tries not the think about it, tries to pretend he's alone in his bunk and he's gotta be so quiet or someone will hear.

He can still hear Pete. His breathing's rough and he's making wet sounds with his mouth. Mikey wants to know what he's doing, but he's still not ready to look. He polishes the head of his cock with his palm, spreading the little droplets of precome over skin til his hand slides. It feels good and his breath hitches, quietly. He can hear Pete moan a little at that and damn him if he doesn't want to know what Pete's doing now.

He's never felt more naked in his life. More naked than he felt five minutes ago, when he had Pete's skin to warm him and cover him. Now he's completely exposed, feeling like he's all angles and bones and awkward motion. Completely unsexy. Why would Pete want to see this? What could he possibly getting out of this?

"Mikey..." Pete's whispering is completely unneccessary, they're alone in the room, he could just talk. "Mikey, can you... I wanna see your face." There's that desperate begging tone again and it's doing something to Mikey's insides. It's making him, against his better judgement, slide his hand off his eyes and look at Pete.

He's completely unprepared for what he sees. Pete's rabid gaze, the pornography of his mouth, the way he's sucking on two of his own fingers and just eating Mikey up with his eyes. Pete's shifting and twitching, his free hand curled in the sheets and just staring at Mikey.

A thrill of heat at the attention, so intense it's like a physical caress, shoots through Mikey's bloodstream. He's in a new place now. He's centre stage and Pete's in his thrall, hypnotised by movements, his hands, his hips.

Mikey bites his lip and shifts, moving into his own touch, rolling his hips a little in time with his strokes. He's not comfortable with this, not by a long shot, but the way Pete's looking at him... he could take more of that. Definitely.

O.O

*chin hands* Oh. My. God.

I fail at commentfic!

Here, it's done. Have a link. (http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/6302.html)

I blame you completely of course.

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