#53 - Glitter In The Air - Pete/Mikey - 1/1
Title: Glitter In The Air
Pairing: Mikey Way/Pete Wentz
Rating NC-17
Summary: When Pete first sees Mikey on stage for the first show of Danger Days in LA it’s a different experience from watching him play any other MCR show. Of course, he gets the usual hard on, the uncomfortable tightening of his pants and the increase of his heart beat just from watching Mikey play because he looks gorgeous when he’s on stage. Yeah, he gets all of that this time around too, but there is something not quite right, a tight feeling in his chest this time, an itch and he’s sure it’s got something to do with that sparkly bass Mikey is pressing himself against.
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fictional writing.
Author Notes: This was written for this years round of no_tags for the prompt: 53. Pete/Mikey - Pete's jealous of the sparkly bass.
Warnings: Sex, swearing.
When Pete first sees Mikey on stage for the first show of Danger Days in LA it’s a different experience from watching him play any other MCR show. Of course, he gets the usual hard on, the uncomfortable tightening of his pants and the increase of his heart beat just from watching Mikey play because he looks gorgeous when he’s on stage. Yeah, he gets all of that this time around too, but there is something not quite right, a tight feeling in his chest this time, an itch and he’s sure it’s got something to do with that sparkly bass Mikey is pressing himself against.
The bass is seriously pretty. It’s silver and sparkly and it catches the light just right to give Mikey this glow, this amazing sparkling glow that makes his skin look luminous. He looks absolutely beautiful but there is something about the way that Mikey is thrusting his hips against the back of the bass, the way his fingers are gliding over the frets so effortlessly that makes Pete want to run from side stage and steal the bass from Mikey, throw it down and have him be the one that Mikey is pressing himself against, be the thing that Mikey is skimming his fingertips across so elegantly.
Fuck, is he really jealous of a sparkly fuckin’ bass?
When Mikey walks off stage an hour and a half later Pete watches him as he hands the bass to his tech and walks towards him, sweat dripping from his neck as he runs a hand through his blonde hair, pushing the stray strands back from his face. He spots Pete and grins with all of his awkward teeth.
“Hey!” Mikey grins and walks in to Pete, wrapping a sweaty arm around his shoulder and pressing his body weight against Pete’s. He gasps quietly because at this angle, he can totally feel Mikey’s hard on against his hip. He takes a deep breath and tries to act some kind of normal.
“Amazing show, dude.” Pete manages and Mikey grins again, that one that makes Pete’s pants tighten even more so. He remembers how those teeth feel against his own skin, sharp and pointy and amazing on the head of his cock. He swallows again and tries to focus.
“Yeah? It felt good. First time playing with a new bass too!” Mikey is still grinning and he motions over to the case next to the stage which has all of the band’s guitars in, including Mikey’s custom sparkly one.
Pete bites his lip but then lets it go again. “Yeah, good to play?”
Mikey nods. “Amazing, shorter neck so my fingers glide man.”
Pete takes a deep breath again and tries to talk himself from a full blown erection because right now really isn’t the place. When Mikey tightens his arm around his shoulder though and starts to guide him back against the dark wall of the side of the stage, Pete kind of figures maybe this isn’t a bad time to have an erection at all.
“You okay?” Pete breaths out as his back hits the wall, they’re pressed in to a dark corner and the techs are far too busy to stop and look, even though they’re playing a home show the gear still needs to be packed away pronto, though Mikey’s relieved that his apartment is only a short drive away tonight.
“I saw you, y’know. Looking at me playing, scratching at your fingertips.” Mikey starts as he breathes hot and wet down Pete’s neck.
Pete shivers but tries to keep his facade. “I always watch you play, Mikey.”
Mikey licks at his lips and lowers them to kiss across Pete’s neck before letting his pointy teeth graze against the sweaty skin. “Yeah, but I’ve never seen you that on edge before. What was it, hm?”
Pete swallows hard and presses his hips forward in to Mikey’s. “Nothing, you just looked good.”
Mikey’s far too cocky for Pete’s liking. “Ah-ah. There’s something else. You’re hard, but you’re irritated too. What is it?” Mikey asks as he lets his hand fall to the front of Pete’s denim pants, lets his long fingers run across the shape of his hard cock. Pete gasps and his hips press forward again, between Mikey’s hand and his hips.
“Fuck. Mikey. You just looked...you just...” Pete sighs and presses in to Mikey’s touch again. “I wanted to be that fuckin’ sparkly bass. Damn.”
Mikey grins and nips at Pete’s neck again. “You’re jealous of it, aren’t you?” Mikey laughs, low and right in to Pete’s ear. “Why are you jealous, Pete?”
Pete groans. He really didn’t want to get in to this right now. “You just look. It’s just so. You were pressing yourself against it. It’s fuckin’ pretty okay and I just. I was jealous it wasn’t me.”
Mikey presses his hips against Pete’s in triumph. “I knew it.”
Pete throws his hands up from where they were resting against the wall. “It’s not my fault, dude. You’re up there with this sparkly fuckin’ thing, pressing in to it and running your hands all over it man. I’m not dead, right. I have feelings.” Pete explains but then finishes with more of a whine.
“Come on, I get to go home and you’re coming with me.” Mikey leans in to kiss Pete on the lips before taking his hand and dragging him to the dressing room to collect his things so that they can drive home.
-
When they arrive back at Mikey’s they don’t waste any time. Pete is half naked as he is dragged up the stairs of Mikey’s apartment building. Nobody is around at this time anyway, and it’s pretty secluded or the amount Mikey pays each month. Mikey’s got Pete pressed against his front door for a few seconds before he fumbles in his pocket, pulling his key out and opening the door quickly. He tears himself away from Pete for a few seconds to throw his backpack down and to tell Piglet to get back in to the apartment (because chasing her down the street right now really would kill his hard on) and Pete does the same, toeing his shoes off quickly and throwing his shirt down that he had managed to pick up.
“Bedroom?” Pete asks and he doesn’t even know why he bothers, because he knows Mikey’s apartment, he knows where his bedroom is and how each of the four different walls look as he’s being fucked against them all. Yeah, he’s been here before.
Mikey nods and pushes Pete towards his bedroom. “Yeah, give me a minute.” He calls as he is already making his way over to the spare room. “Don’t start without me!” Mikey shouts with a smirk because he knows Pete always starts without him.
Mikey pads his way in to the spare room and across to the corner that has Bandit’s desk for which she uses when she comes to stay with Uncle Mikey. He grins as he takes the tub he’s looking for in his hand and makes his way back to his own bedroom. Pete’s already naked, palming himself as his shoulders rest against Mikey’s plush pillows because alright, he totally spends a stupid amount on pillows that he doesn’t even get to use half of the time because of touring.
“You always start without me.” Mikey whines but he’s smirking as he talks, pulling his own shirt over his head and then undoes his belt buckle and shimmies out of his pants. He pulls his boxers down quickly, now fully naked but still keeps the tub in his hand as he drops down on to the bed on all fours as he crawls over to Pete, silently praising that skin on skin feeling that they haven’t had in a while.
Mikey quickly sits back on his heels on Pete’s thighs, taking the tub in both hands and twists the top off, and before Pete even knows what’s happening he’s covered in glitter.
Before Pete can open his mouth to question what Mikey is doing, he’s spreading the glitter over Pete’s body, hands running across his body. Pete’s looking down, he’s completely covered and Mikey’s still pouring more of the silver glitter up and down his body as he stops now and again to smear it across a little better. He moves back a little on Pete’s thighs and pours the last of the pot over his dick, watching as Pete’s cock twitches a little.
“Fuck, Mikey.” Pete moans and stares down at Mikey just sitting there, his own body sparkling under the bedroom lights. Fuck, he must admit to himself that he looks good, fuck.
“Now you can’t be a pissy bitch when I’m playing my bass.” Mikey smirks as he takes Pete’s cock in his hand, starting to jack him slowly. There’s glitter everywhere, all across his chest and stomach, across his hips and covering his tattoos, dick and his balls, thighs and what Mikey can see of his ass. There is silver glitter everywhere and Pete looks amazing.
“Mikey, please.” Pete moans as he throws his head back in to the pillows and his hips forward, pressing himself up in to Mikey’s touch.
Mikey tightens his grip a little and starts to jack him a little faster, thumbing over the head before moving a little to lower his head.
“Pete, open your eyes and watch.” Mikey commands and Pete’s eyes fly open, moving his head from the bed up to watch what Mikey is doing.
Mikey smirks and nods. “Good boy.” He whispers and them lowers his head that last little bit, closing his mouth around the head of Pete’s dick. He swipes his tongue over the slit a couple of times before he opens his throat and takes him down as far as he can, using his hand to hold Pete in place, massaging that last inch or so he can’t quite get to with his lips.
Pete’s chin is pressed against his chest, eyes right on Mikey and he’s scared to close his eyes or look away because he’s sure if he does, Mikey will either stop or this will become some wet dream that his brain has conjured as a joke, he’s totally going to wake up on the bus with a hard on that he really can’t fix because there are far too many band and crew around.
It’s not a dream though, and he gasps as he hits the back of Mikey’s throat, looking down to watch his chest and belly sparkle, silver specs on Mikey’s lips as he sucks him off. He’s got to admit, he looks pretty fuckin’ stunning covered in silver glitter and Mikey looks even better, blonde hair sparkling and eyelashes too, his mouth full and his throat feeling amazing on the tip of Pete’s dick.
When Mikey knows that Pete is close he moves a hand from his hip to scrape up his chest, finding his nipple and pinching it in between his fingers. Pete’s gasping again, watching the sweat start to mix with glitter across his chest which is heaving with short, raspy breaths. He comes a few moments later as Mikey’s rolling his nipples between his long fingers, right down Mikey’s throat. It’s always his favourite thing to do with Mikey, because he found out a long time ago as Mikey shoved him against a dark brick wall at the back of a stadium on warped tour and pushed his pants down, taking his dick in to his mouth and sucking like his life depended on it. Yeah, Mikey Way is amazing at giving head and it’s not something he’s lost over the years.
Pete’s gasping as he comes down, glittery chest still rising as Mikey climbs off of his thighs (which are numb now because Mikey really isn’t as light as he looks) and falls down beside him.
“You alright?” Mikey muses.
Pete nods. “Yeah, just had my mind blown, but I’m pretty good.” Pete laughs and turns on his side, glitter falling everywhere. He lets his hand wander down to Mikey’s hips where he grabs him, kneading the skin under his fingertips before letting it fall down to his dick, taking it in his hand quickly. Mikey moans long and throaty and turns to settle himself on his back. Pete stays put on his side, jacking him quick and sloppy but it’s good enough because Mikey can already feel that release growing at the bottom of his stomach, right between his hips. There’s still glitter everywhere and Mikey looks gorgeous too, Pete is one lucky guy right now because Mikey is amazing and pours pots of glitter over them both to make Pete feel better about a completely irrational jealously that he has. Mikey deserves to come and hard for that matter, so Pete really goes for it, moving from his side, climbing over one of his legs to lay between them.
He continues to jack him off, but uses his other hand to press a finger against Mikey’s ass. He gasps, instantly pressing down against it. Pete grins and pushes further, breaking past the muscle to push one finger inside. With no lube and considering how long it’s been for Mikey, it burns but it’s enough to push him over the edge. He pushes down on Pete’s finger a little more and throws his hips up, coming in long thick pulses, stomach contorting and eyes screwing shut as his orgasm takes over.
When he comes back down Pete’s pulling his finger out and cleaning Mikey’s stomach up with the sheets. There is glitter mixed with sweat and come and he looks gorgeous.
“Still jealous?” Mikey asks with a deep breath, smiling as he sees Pete settle next to him again.
“Hm, you don’t do that with the bass, right?” Pete asks with a quirked eyebrow.
Mikey wiggles his eyebrows. “Of course not, I save this shit for you.”
Pairing: Mikey Way/Pete Wentz
Rating NC-17
Summary: When Pete first sees Mikey on stage for the first show of Danger Days in LA it’s a different experience from watching him play any other MCR show. Of course, he gets the usual hard on, the uncomfortable tightening of his pants and the increase of his heart beat just from watching Mikey play because he looks gorgeous when he’s on stage. Yeah, he gets all of that this time around too, but there is something not quite right, a tight feeling in his chest this time, an itch and he’s sure it’s got something to do with that sparkly bass Mikey is pressing himself against.
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fictional writing.
Author Notes: This was written for this years round of no_tags for the prompt: 53. Pete/Mikey - Pete's jealous of the sparkly bass.
Warnings: Sex, swearing.
When Pete first sees Mikey on stage for the first show of Danger Days in LA it’s a different experience from watching him play any other MCR show. Of course, he gets the usual hard on, the uncomfortable tightening of his pants and the increase of his heart beat just from watching Mikey play because he looks gorgeous when he’s on stage. Yeah, he gets all of that this time around too, but there is something not quite right, a tight feeling in his chest this time, an itch and he’s sure it’s got something to do with that sparkly bass Mikey is pressing himself against.
The bass is seriously pretty. It’s silver and sparkly and it catches the light just right to give Mikey this glow, this amazing sparkling glow that makes his skin look luminous. He looks absolutely beautiful but there is something about the way that Mikey is thrusting his hips against the back of the bass, the way his fingers are gliding over the frets so effortlessly that makes Pete want to run from side stage and steal the bass from Mikey, throw it down and have him be the one that Mikey is pressing himself against, be the thing that Mikey is skimming his fingertips across so elegantly.
Fuck, is he really jealous of a sparkly fuckin’ bass?
When Mikey walks off stage an hour and a half later Pete watches him as he hands the bass to his tech and walks towards him, sweat dripping from his neck as he runs a hand through his blonde hair, pushing the stray strands back from his face. He spots Pete and grins with all of his awkward teeth.
“Hey!” Mikey grins and walks in to Pete, wrapping a sweaty arm around his shoulder and pressing his body weight against Pete’s. He gasps quietly because at this angle, he can totally feel Mikey’s hard on against his hip. He takes a deep breath and tries to act some kind of normal.
“Amazing show, dude.” Pete manages and Mikey grins again, that one that makes Pete’s pants tighten even more so. He remembers how those teeth feel against his own skin, sharp and pointy and amazing on the head of his cock. He swallows again and tries to focus.
“Yeah? It felt good. First time playing with a new bass too!” Mikey is still grinning and he motions over to the case next to the stage which has all of the band’s guitars in, including Mikey’s custom sparkly one.
Pete bites his lip but then lets it go again. “Yeah, good to play?”
Mikey nods. “Amazing, shorter neck so my fingers glide man.”
Pete takes a deep breath again and tries to talk himself from a full blown erection because right now really isn’t the place. When Mikey tightens his arm around his shoulder though and starts to guide him back against the dark wall of the side of the stage, Pete kind of figures maybe this isn’t a bad time to have an erection at all.
“You okay?” Pete breaths out as his back hits the wall, they’re pressed in to a dark corner and the techs are far too busy to stop and look, even though they’re playing a home show the gear still needs to be packed away pronto, though Mikey’s relieved that his apartment is only a short drive away tonight.
“I saw you, y’know. Looking at me playing, scratching at your fingertips.” Mikey starts as he breathes hot and wet down Pete’s neck.
Pete shivers but tries to keep his facade. “I always watch you play, Mikey.”
Mikey licks at his lips and lowers them to kiss across Pete’s neck before letting his pointy teeth graze against the sweaty skin. “Yeah, but I’ve never seen you that on edge before. What was it, hm?”
Pete swallows hard and presses his hips forward in to Mikey’s. “Nothing, you just looked good.”
Mikey’s far too cocky for Pete’s liking. “Ah-ah. There’s something else. You’re hard, but you’re irritated too. What is it?” Mikey asks as he lets his hand fall to the front of Pete’s denim pants, lets his long fingers run across the shape of his hard cock. Pete gasps and his hips press forward again, between Mikey’s hand and his hips.
“Fuck. Mikey. You just looked...you just...” Pete sighs and presses in to Mikey’s touch again. “I wanted to be that fuckin’ sparkly bass. Damn.”
Mikey grins and nips at Pete’s neck again. “You’re jealous of it, aren’t you?” Mikey laughs, low and right in to Pete’s ear. “Why are you jealous, Pete?”
Pete groans. He really didn’t want to get in to this right now. “You just look. It’s just so. You were pressing yourself against it. It’s fuckin’ pretty okay and I just. I was jealous it wasn’t me.”
Mikey presses his hips against Pete’s in triumph. “I knew it.”
Pete throws his hands up from where they were resting against the wall. “It’s not my fault, dude. You’re up there with this sparkly fuckin’ thing, pressing in to it and running your hands all over it man. I’m not dead, right. I have feelings.” Pete explains but then finishes with more of a whine.
“Come on, I get to go home and you’re coming with me.” Mikey leans in to kiss Pete on the lips before taking his hand and dragging him to the dressing room to collect his things so that they can drive home.
-
When they arrive back at Mikey’s they don’t waste any time. Pete is half naked as he is dragged up the stairs of Mikey’s apartment building. Nobody is around at this time anyway, and it’s pretty secluded or the amount Mikey pays each month. Mikey’s got Pete pressed against his front door for a few seconds before he fumbles in his pocket, pulling his key out and opening the door quickly. He tears himself away from Pete for a few seconds to throw his backpack down and to tell Piglet to get back in to the apartment (because chasing her down the street right now really would kill his hard on) and Pete does the same, toeing his shoes off quickly and throwing his shirt down that he had managed to pick up.
“Bedroom?” Pete asks and he doesn’t even know why he bothers, because he knows Mikey’s apartment, he knows where his bedroom is and how each of the four different walls look as he’s being fucked against them all. Yeah, he’s been here before.
Mikey nods and pushes Pete towards his bedroom. “Yeah, give me a minute.” He calls as he is already making his way over to the spare room. “Don’t start without me!” Mikey shouts with a smirk because he knows Pete always starts without him.
Mikey pads his way in to the spare room and across to the corner that has Bandit’s desk for which she uses when she comes to stay with Uncle Mikey. He grins as he takes the tub he’s looking for in his hand and makes his way back to his own bedroom. Pete’s already naked, palming himself as his shoulders rest against Mikey’s plush pillows because alright, he totally spends a stupid amount on pillows that he doesn’t even get to use half of the time because of touring.
“You always start without me.” Mikey whines but he’s smirking as he talks, pulling his own shirt over his head and then undoes his belt buckle and shimmies out of his pants. He pulls his boxers down quickly, now fully naked but still keeps the tub in his hand as he drops down on to the bed on all fours as he crawls over to Pete, silently praising that skin on skin feeling that they haven’t had in a while.
Mikey quickly sits back on his heels on Pete’s thighs, taking the tub in both hands and twists the top off, and before Pete even knows what’s happening he’s covered in glitter.
Before Pete can open his mouth to question what Mikey is doing, he’s spreading the glitter over Pete’s body, hands running across his body. Pete’s looking down, he’s completely covered and Mikey’s still pouring more of the silver glitter up and down his body as he stops now and again to smear it across a little better. He moves back a little on Pete’s thighs and pours the last of the pot over his dick, watching as Pete’s cock twitches a little.
“Fuck, Mikey.” Pete moans and stares down at Mikey just sitting there, his own body sparkling under the bedroom lights. Fuck, he must admit to himself that he looks good, fuck.
“Now you can’t be a pissy bitch when I’m playing my bass.” Mikey smirks as he takes Pete’s cock in his hand, starting to jack him slowly. There’s glitter everywhere, all across his chest and stomach, across his hips and covering his tattoos, dick and his balls, thighs and what Mikey can see of his ass. There is silver glitter everywhere and Pete looks amazing.
“Mikey, please.” Pete moans as he throws his head back in to the pillows and his hips forward, pressing himself up in to Mikey’s touch.
Mikey tightens his grip a little and starts to jack him a little faster, thumbing over the head before moving a little to lower his head.
“Pete, open your eyes and watch.” Mikey commands and Pete’s eyes fly open, moving his head from the bed up to watch what Mikey is doing.
Mikey smirks and nods. “Good boy.” He whispers and them lowers his head that last little bit, closing his mouth around the head of Pete’s dick. He swipes his tongue over the slit a couple of times before he opens his throat and takes him down as far as he can, using his hand to hold Pete in place, massaging that last inch or so he can’t quite get to with his lips.
Pete’s chin is pressed against his chest, eyes right on Mikey and he’s scared to close his eyes or look away because he’s sure if he does, Mikey will either stop or this will become some wet dream that his brain has conjured as a joke, he’s totally going to wake up on the bus with a hard on that he really can’t fix because there are far too many band and crew around.
It’s not a dream though, and he gasps as he hits the back of Mikey’s throat, looking down to watch his chest and belly sparkle, silver specs on Mikey’s lips as he sucks him off. He’s got to admit, he looks pretty fuckin’ stunning covered in silver glitter and Mikey looks even better, blonde hair sparkling and eyelashes too, his mouth full and his throat feeling amazing on the tip of Pete’s dick.
When Mikey knows that Pete is close he moves a hand from his hip to scrape up his chest, finding his nipple and pinching it in between his fingers. Pete’s gasping again, watching the sweat start to mix with glitter across his chest which is heaving with short, raspy breaths. He comes a few moments later as Mikey’s rolling his nipples between his long fingers, right down Mikey’s throat. It’s always his favourite thing to do with Mikey, because he found out a long time ago as Mikey shoved him against a dark brick wall at the back of a stadium on warped tour and pushed his pants down, taking his dick in to his mouth and sucking like his life depended on it. Yeah, Mikey Way is amazing at giving head and it’s not something he’s lost over the years.
Pete’s gasping as he comes down, glittery chest still rising as Mikey climbs off of his thighs (which are numb now because Mikey really isn’t as light as he looks) and falls down beside him.
“You alright?” Mikey muses.
Pete nods. “Yeah, just had my mind blown, but I’m pretty good.” Pete laughs and turns on his side, glitter falling everywhere. He lets his hand wander down to Mikey’s hips where he grabs him, kneading the skin under his fingertips before letting it fall down to his dick, taking it in his hand quickly. Mikey moans long and throaty and turns to settle himself on his back. Pete stays put on his side, jacking him quick and sloppy but it’s good enough because Mikey can already feel that release growing at the bottom of his stomach, right between his hips. There’s still glitter everywhere and Mikey looks gorgeous too, Pete is one lucky guy right now because Mikey is amazing and pours pots of glitter over them both to make Pete feel better about a completely irrational jealously that he has. Mikey deserves to come and hard for that matter, so Pete really goes for it, moving from his side, climbing over one of his legs to lay between them.
He continues to jack him off, but uses his other hand to press a finger against Mikey’s ass. He gasps, instantly pressing down against it. Pete grins and pushes further, breaking past the muscle to push one finger inside. With no lube and considering how long it’s been for Mikey, it burns but it’s enough to push him over the edge. He pushes down on Pete’s finger a little more and throws his hips up, coming in long thick pulses, stomach contorting and eyes screwing shut as his orgasm takes over.
When he comes back down Pete’s pulling his finger out and cleaning Mikey’s stomach up with the sheets. There is glitter mixed with sweat and come and he looks gorgeous.
“Still jealous?” Mikey asks with a deep breath, smiling as he sees Pete settle next to him again.
“Hm, you don’t do that with the bass, right?” Pete asks with a quirked eyebrow.
Mikey wiggles his eyebrows. “Of course not, I save this shit for you.”