Day 6 - Clothed Sex & Outdoors/Exhibitionism

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: MCR, FOB

Ships: Petekey

Mikey had barely come offstage when Pete dragged him away toward the buses- nearly tripped over his bass cord on the way, too. He quickly pulled the strap off from around his neck and left the instrument, figured one of his bandmates or the tech guys would bring it back to him and chew him out for not staying to clean up after their set- that was future, post-orgasm Mikey's problem. Right now, all he wanted was Pete. 

Fingers tangled in hair and lips clashed as Mikey was unceremoniously slammed against someone's bus- he had no idea whose it was, probably not Fall Out Boy's, but he didn't really care either, and the question only crossed his mind until Pete's lips were on his neck, mouthing desperately at the sweaty, salty skin like he was dying for it.

"Mikey," Pete moaned, lips moving against the younger boy's throat. "Mikey, god, you were gorgeous up there, baby boy."

"Yeah?" Mikey panted, still exerted from playing as he ran a hand through Pete's hair. "Show me. Show me how much-"

"Mikey, lemme blow you," Pete halfway begged, his voice more breath than words. Mikey gave him a nod and watched Pete sink to his knees. His cock was already hard in his pants, the thrill of getting caught fucking against- he quickly turned his head to look while Pete fussed with his belt- Avenged Sevenfold's bus was like no other. They didn't even have a car to halfway protect them from prying eyes, anyone could wander into the parking lot and find them here. And Mikey loved that risk.

And then Pete's mouth was on him, warm and wet and fucking perfect , and Mikey unabashedly moaned, not caring who could have heard. He looked down at Pete on his knees, worshiping his cock like he was at church . He was beautiful. So, so fucking beautiful. Mikey grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed Pete down until he was buried inside Pete's mouth as far as he would go, the older boy's nose nestled in his pubes. Pete's hands came to rest on his hips and he looked up at Mikey with those dark, black-rimmed eyes Mikey had come to love. The eyeliner always made them look bigger. 

"You're beautiful," Mikey half-said and half-groaned, hips stuttering as Pete bobbed on his cock, and god, he really wasn't going to last much longer. He thrust into Pete's mouth, lips softly parted as he chased his climax. His orgasm hit him like thunder, waves of pleasure rolling over him, and he came hard into Pete's mouth. 

Pete sputtered a little as he pulled back, semen dripping from his tongue onto the dark pavement below. He looked up at Mikey, half wrecked, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, white staining the black fabric. He gave Mikey a lopsided grin, and Mikey knelt down to Pete's height so he could kiss him, tasting himself on Pete's tongue.