Devil in a Pair of Chanels
Title: Devil in a Pair of Chanels
Author: fastbetty31
Pairing: Mikey/Spencer - Mikey/Willam
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: Jelly, tastes great on more than just toast.
Disclaimer: Not real.
A/N: For marmalade409. Italicized parts are thoughts.
Warnings: Asshole!Mikey, improper use of jelly.
"Come here, Spence. Come on, get in this with us," Bill called to Spencer, motioning him over to get in a picture with Mikey and him that was being taken by a popular magazine.
When the picture was taken, the photographer walking away, in search of other bands to capture, Spencer turned to Mikey, "Sorry to jump in your picture like that, but I find it hard telling Bill no."
Mikey looked to Bill, who was smirking, and nodding his head, "Believe that."
Spencer extended his hand quite properly, "I'm Spencer, by the way, from Pan..."
"I know who you are - I don't like your music," Mikey interrupted, talking very nonchalantly and leaving Spencer's hand empty.
Spencer, feeling ridiculous, dropped his hand and said, "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, you can't please everybody, I guess."
"No, you're wrong. You should keep trying to please me... just don't play me any of your fucking music," Mikey cocked his eyebrow at the kid, challenging him.
Bill blew his swig of beer out of his mouth, laughing overexaggeratedly.
"Yeah, alright, then," Spencer was intimidated by Mikey Way. His reputation as a player and the stories of him liking to dominate whoever it was he was in the sack with ran through his mind.
Mikey started to walk away. He took Spencer by surprise as he walked past him then turned quickly to him. Inches from his face, Mikey's body flush with his, he said, "Come by my bus in the morning. Let's get to know each other better," then walked away.
Bill shot Spencer a dirty look then turned to catch up to Mikey.
Spencer couldn't help furrowing his brow and forming a pained smile. He didn't know whether to giggle or cry. He did know though, that even with Bill getting pissed, come that next morning, he was going to be knocking on Mikey's bus.
"Fuck, Bill, you got the best ass, man."
It was late - three in the morning - late. Spencer was on his way back to his bus when he heard Mikey. He couldn't see him, his voice was coming from behind his bus, but Spencer heard him plain as day. He walked further down the row of buses, going around the row then back towards Mikey's bus. He knew if he was quiet enough he could get away with watching Mikey fucking. Forget watching Bill, it was Mikey he wanted to get an eyeful of.
"I bet you tell that to all the guys," Bill panted out. His back curved as Mikey stood behind him, his hips rocking back and forth as he fucked Bill in his ass.
"Yeah, but I mean it this time," Mikey said to him, grabbing a fist full of his hair. He pulled Bill's head off to the side so he could kiss-nip down his neck. He held tightly with his other hand to Bill's sharp hip bone, squeezing it, bucking his hips as he forced his cock roughly inside him.
"I bet you do," Bill said sarcastically - bravely, thinking that because Mikey had his cock in his ass he could say anything he wanted.
Mikey gripped the hair in his hand, tightened his fist as hard as he could and stopped fucking. He turned Bill's head around to face him, "Watch yourself William, remember who the fuck you're talking to," then pushed his head forward releasing his hair. He pulled out of Bill's ass and pushed him forward, "Suck me off."
"I'm sorry, Mikey," Bill said softly, getting on his knees.
"Just fucking suck it. And when you're done tell me what your ass tastes like."
Spencer turned quickly and walked away. 'Heck no am I going to his bus tomorrow,' he thought.
Mikey waited till noon then sent someone from his crew over to Spencer's bus. He instructed them to bring him back - he didn't care how.
When Spencer was pushed into the door of the bus Mikey snickered, "Do you not know when morning fucking is?"
Spencer was stunned, "I... I'm not... Mikey. I respect you, I do - and your band... but. I can't do anything with you," Spencer tightened his body up, awaiting a blow or berating.
Mikey was never turned down, especially not by someone less famous than him. He took a deep breath. This was going to be a little more challenging than he thought. But Mikey was never one to back down. And the last thing he needed was for Bill to find out that Spencer had turned him down, he'd lose all respect for him then. And he knew it would get out, spread through the tour like a sick fucking game of telephone. All Mikey could think of was his brother coming to him and saying, 'Heard that Panic dude fucked you in your ass.'
Mikey had to pour on the charm, then he'd fucking take over, once he hooked Spencer. Shouldn't be that hard.
"Come sit next to me, I want to talk to you," Mikey sat in the lounge area, then patted the area next to him on the sofa.
Spencer reluctantly walked over to him, Mikey's softer voice luring him. Spencer couldn't deny the fact that he liked Mikey, hell, he jacked off to an image of him every night. But he was frightened by the submissiveness of Bill the evening before. He didn't want to become Bill. He dreamt of a normal relationship. He dreamt of taming the beast within Mikey. Spencer was young and naive. He figured it wouldn't hurt to let Mikey talk to him, but swore in his heart that he would leave Mikey's bus without doing anything physical with him. Nothing sexual, not even a kiss. He swore it. Spencer was very young and naive.
And Mikey fed off of it.
"I'm sorry I said I didn't like your music. I lied, I hope you know. Bill is a very jealous person, I only said that because if I really said how awesome I think it is he would get pissed, and you've seen Bill pissed," Mikey sighed and looked off, away from Spencer.
'I'm not falling for that crap, Mikey.' Spencer shifted nervously in his seat, wanting to ask, trying to get the nerve to ask... "Then...uh, which song do you like best?"
'Cunt ass, mother fucking punk.' Mikey, quick on his game, said, "I'm not good at names, hell I can barely remember my own song names, but. It's the one, um... it has that... yeah. I was watching you play the other day..."
Spencer's eyes lit up.
Mikey noticed and did all he could to not smirk and continued, "And you were playing this breakdown, right? And it was like, so fucking hardcore, your arms were going - flexing and shit," Mikey looked away shyly. "And your tongue was out and wrapped over your top lip," Mikey figured every drummer did that... Spencer was a drummer, right?
Mikey leaned into him and gripped his arm, squeezing it, "I knew it. I always had a thing for drummers. Frontmen can be so full of themselves. I don't think drummers get enough credit," Mikey held on to Spencer's bicep.
Spencer cleared his throat, feeling the heat Mikey's hand spread through his body. "I saw you and Bill last night," he said abruptly.
"And?" Mikey shot back.
"You were mean to him," Spencer said softly, as if he was telling Mikey a secret.
"You can't say anything, but. He likes it like that, we were like, role playing. Don't tell him I told you though, he doesn't want anyone to know that he gets off on being treated like that. Hell, I can barely do it to him, it feels so wrong sometimes. I don't understand it. But I tell myself, what if he finds someone that is really like that, you know? What if someone treated him like that for real? So I do it for him, just playing, though."
Spencer turned to Mikey, their thighs side by side, excitedly he said, "Really, Mikey? And here I believed all the rumors that you were controlling and mean."
"You should know better than to believe rumors, Spence," Mikey said softly, forwardly running the back of his hand against Spencer's cheek.
Spencer pushed into the touch, closing his eyes for a second.
"I want something normal though, Spencer. With someone special. Someone like you. You're so talented, and fucking hot," Mikey turned away again, fighting back a laugh. To Spencer it looked like he was choking up and had to look away to regain his composure.
Spencer closed the gap between them and pushed his lips against Mikey's. Mikey smiled against his lips. His hands wrapped around Spencer and he couldn't help flipping him off behind his back.
'Fucking sucker... you still got it Mike. Now let's see if this little punk-ass'll suck you off.'
Mikey kissed him passionately, threading his hands through his hair, kissed him over his cheek a few times, then planted one on his nose. "I want it to be special with you, Spencer. We can make music together, wear each other's underwear, go to the park... we can buy a dog, Spencer. Say you will. Say yes to me," Mikey leaned back, looking at Spencer's face. His lips puffy and swollen from kissing, his face deep in thought.
'Mikey Way wants me... Mikey Way wants me? Mikey Way wants me!'
"Yes. Yes. Yes," Spencer said, smiling and leaning in to kiss Mikey some more.
Mikey leaned away from him and grabbed the back of his head and pushed his head down into his lap, and bucked into his face, "Give me some head, Spencer, please. I want to feel that tongue I saw the other day on me."
Spencer pulled away from him, and sat back in his place.
'Fuck!'
"What's wrong, baby, don't you want to make me feel good? I want to make you feel good. Do you want me to go first?" Mikey rubbed the back of his hand over Spencer's cheek again, resulting in him again pushing into his touch.
'You better say no, you stupid mother fucker.'
"No, Mikey, no. It's not that. I want to. I want to make you feel good. It's just that... I," Spencer sighed, "I've never done it before. That. H-h-ead. I've never given head before. I'm sorry, I'll just go. I'm sure you want to be with someone more experienced," Spencer started to get up but Mikey pulled him back, wrapping his arms around him.
'HELL FUCKING YEAH, JACKPOT! FRESH MEAT!'
"I'm willing to teach you, Spence. I lo-like you that much. I'll guide you," Mikey brought his nose to Spencer's, holding it there, circling it like an Eskimo kiss, "I'll be patient with you, and show you how to please me. Let me do that for you?"
'I'm in love! I'm in love with Mikey Way. And he loves me too, I know it... HE LOVES ME!'
"Yes, Mikey. Of course. Thank you. Thank you."
Mikey got up off the sofa, "Come on, let's find somewhere more private," he grabbed Spencer's hand pulling him up. On his way through the hallway of the bus he stopped in front of the refrigerator, his hand still holding Spencer's tightly in his own. He grabbed a jar of jelly, getting a confused look from Spencer.
"You better like strawberry," he said, pulling Spencer into the bathroom and closing the door behind them.
The cramped area was dim, just the light barely showing from the one small window was fine for Mikey. He set the jar on the counter, taking the lid off.
"What are we doing?" Spencer finally got the nerve to ask. He wasn't too naive, he had a feeling his training included consuming the jelly.
Mikey guided his hand to the jar, leaning in close to him, resting his forehead against Spencer's, "Get yourself a handful, I have a plan," he extended his lips, puckering and kissing Spencer softly and innocently on his lips, forcing Spencer's hand into the opening of the jar.
Mikey kept his forehead against Spencer's, feeding off the feeling of Spencer's erratic breathing, his chest rising and falling quickly. He reached down and opened his pants, pulling his hardening cock out. He grabbed Spencer's hand that cupped a handful of the strawberry jelly, the sweet smell of it filling the room. He placed it over his cock, his other hand reaching around to hold Spencer at the small of his back.
"Jack me off," he said against Spencer's mouth.
Spencer gulped, his heart racing as he felt the squishiness of his hand wrapping around Mikey's cock. He coated Mikey's cock with the substance, unable to stop himself as he moaned, feeling Mikey breathing hard against his face.
Mikey ran his hand up Spencer's back, bucking his hips into the strokes of Spencer's hand around his cock. He threaded one hand in Spencer's hair gripping it tightly, his other hand on Spencer's guiding him in the stroking, speeding up.
"Fuck that feels so good. You're so fucking sexy, Spencer," Mikey stared into Spencer's eyes as he talked to him, their hands steadily jacking him off, "You wanna be my boyfriend? I'll take really good care of you," Mikey moved his head away from Spencer's, waiting for an answer.
"What about Bill?" Spencer sheepishly asked him.
"He can never be you, mmmmm. Fuck... I need your mouth on me. Say you'll be my boyfriend. Mine," Mikey leaned back into him, his hand snaking down to cup Spencer's ass, running his hand over it and cupping and grasping it. Dreaming of the day he could bend Spencer over and shove his thick cock inside his virgin ass, "Tell me... I promise I'll take care of you."
Spencer took in a deep jagged breath, then said, "Yeah, yeah. I will."
He barely got it out before Mikey was pushing him to the floor, "Eat it all off."
Spencer easily fell to his knees, looking up at Mikey with innocent eyes then back to the strawberry jelly-covered cock in front of him. He hesitated for a second.
Mikey tried to stay patient, wanting nothing more than to force Spencer's mouth open, and shove his throbbing cock through his little lips and ride his mouth till he came deep down his throat.
He ran the back of his hand against Spencer's cheek lovingly, "Just lick it all off; you can do it," he coerced, "I want to feel your mouth around me... your tongue... fuck. Hot and wet... fuck. You can do it, Spencer. I... I, I love you, man," he whispered the last part, wanting to keep what was being said just between the two of them.
All Spencer heard was, love you - all he needed to hear was, love you. He stuck his tongue out and licked the slit of Mikey's cock head.
"Oh fuck, Spencer. Yeah, lick it, just like that," Mikey reached out and placed his hands against the wall in front of him, Spencer tucked under him comfortably. Spencer held tightly to the base of Mikey's cock while he did what he was told, figuring he couldn't go wrong if he simply ate off all the jelly. He started with the tip, then worked his way down the shaft, licking and wrapping his lips around a little bit of area at a time, swallowing down the sweetness then going back for more.
"Fuck... wrap your mouth around it, please, Spencer. Fuck... you do it so good - best I ever fucking had, baby. Best ever..."
All Spencer heard was, best ever - all he needed to hear was, best ever. Spencer opened his mouth and placed it around Mikey's cock.
"Oh god, yeah, just like that," Mikey grabbed the sides of Spencer's head, "Just keep your mouth open, hold your lips around it, and don't touch it with your teeth... fuuuuck, you're the best," Mikey held tightly to the sides of Spencer's face, his knees dipping as he rolled his hips, pushing and pulling his cock in and out, fucking Spencer's willing mouth.
"I'm gonna cum, baby... you're so fucking good. Swallow it down... Swa-llow. It. Down. Fuuuuuck," Mikey pushed his hips forward, the base of his cock against Spencer's mouth as he unloaded, flooding Spencer's mouth with his hot, sticky cum. He rolled his hips around a few times for good measure, making sure all he had went right down Spencer's throat. He stood back away from Spencer, turning to get a towel. He threw it at Spencer, who was still on his knees.
"Clean me off," Mikey said plainly.
Spencer, still reeling from all that Mikey said, reeling because he could make Mikey feel the way he had, hurriedly got off his knees. He ran the towel under the water of the sink, placed it over Mikey's cock, attempting his best to clean it off, he rubbed it over the area.
"Fuck that's cold," Mikey jerked away from him.
"I'm sorry, Mikey," Spencer tried to lean forward and kiss him - tried to maybe, kiss it all better.
"Nah uh - nope. Don't do that. You just had my dick in your mouth, dude - don't do that. Run the hot water and clean me off right," Mikey stared right at Spencer challenging him, not caring if he turned and walked away - he had gotten what he wanted. Anything extra would be icing on the cake... or jelly, in this instance.
"Alright," Spencer said softly, turning back to the sink. He placed the towel back over Mikey's cock and started to rub him clean again.
Mikey put a hand on Spencer's arm, bracing himself, "Fuck... you're gonna get me going again, you little cock whore," he smiled at Spencer. And just when Spencer was ready to snap, ready to throw the towel in Mikey's face - take his ass kicking and walk away, he melted into the crooked smile in front of him.
"You wanna be my little cock whore don't you, Spencer?" Mikey leaned into him wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling his neck.
"Yeah, I do," Spencer whispered in his ear.
"Good, because now you are," Mikey pushed him away softly and reached down for his pants and pulled them up over his hips. He pushed past Spencer and opened the door, turning back and saying, "I'll call you later, and don't forget to put that shit back," cocking his head towards the jelly jar.
From the kitchen area Gerard could be heard yelling, "Where's my fucking jelly... MIKEY!"
Mikey turned back to look at Spencer, "And from the sound of it you'd better do it now," Mikey turned the corner and dove into his bunk.
Spencer stood there stock-still. Listening to Gerard yell again. He wanted to call to Mikey for help, maybe tell him to clean up his own mess, but then thought, 'I actually have a mess I have to clean up for Mikey, a mess that we made together. And he freaking loves me, and I'm his freaking boyfriend - his cock whore.' Spencer chuckled to himself. He exited the bathroom with the jar bravely in his hand.
"Bye, Mikey," he whispered on the other side of Mikey's curtain, "I love you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said barely audible, "Go - I'll call you," Mikey continued, sounding completely uninterested.
Spencer smiled and walked out into the kitchen area, "Here, Gerard," Spencer said handing him the jar.
"Oh hell no, fuck that - throw that shit in the trash. FUCKING MIKEY!"
Spencer, sticking up for his boyfriend said, "It's not his fault - it's mine - don't blame him - I had to learn. It's still good though, Gerard, I promise. I only put my..."
"NO! Don't tell me what you put where, I don't wanna fucking know... just go, dude... just go," Gerard said, pointing to the door, disgusted.
Mikey turned over in his bunk facing the wall and laughed.