Skinny Jeans
Title: Skinny Jeans
Author:
waileen
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairings: GSF
Genre: PWP without the porn?
“Come on Mike, it can’t be that bad!” William tapped on the bathroom door. Only Mike still changed in the bathroom. He kicked the door angrily.
“Give me back my cut-offs!” Mike said in a choked voice. Adam rolled his eyes and threw the cut-off jeans at Andy. Andy hid them under the couch. Guessing their band mate’s next question, he picked up Mike’s flip-flops and put them in the freezer. “At least let me wear my flip-flops!” Mike poked his head around the door. They could see through the thin sliver the door allowed that he was topless. William leant back in interest, trying to see more. Mike slammed the door again.
“Come on mate! William made me wear clothes!” Andy yelled. Mike shouted something unintelligible back and Millie barked. “Hey girl.” Andy bent down and stroked Millie’s head. “Your master’s acting a bit strange, isn’t he?”
“No I’m not!” Mike whined. “I just want my clothes back…” Adam absentmindedly thought that Mike was the only person he knew that cried over his clothes.
“Just let us see, Mike!” William protested. Mike remained silent, which William took as a good sign. “Come on honey…” The singer crooned. Slowly, the door creaked open and Mike stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
“Now can I have my clothes back?” He asked sullenly. Andy’s jaw dropped. Tentatively, he reached out and dragged his hand along Mike’s abdomen. Mike gasped and shuddered. Eyes lidded, William stepped forward.
“Do we have to?” He whispered, licking down Mike’s neck. Mike moaned, before pushing him away.
“Yes! Give me my cut-offs and flip-flops! The rest of you get to wear what you want!” He put his hands on his hips, seemingly forgetting how embarrassed he would usually be, standing in front of his band-mates in nothing but skinny jeans. “They’re cutting me in half, Bill! Please let me wear my cut-offs!”
“They really show off your butt!” William laughed, looking at his indignant band mate.
“They do not!” Mike coloured darkly, unwittingly turning around and giving William a better view. “Leave me alone!” He bleated childishly. Adam slipped around the back and slipped his arms around Mike. The guitarist almost unconsciously leant back into his friend’s embrace.
“Do you really want us to?” Andy said in a deep voice as he worked Mike’s jeans down. Mike gasped and shook his head fervently. The jeans finally pooled around the younger man’s ankles. “No underwear, Mr Carden?” The drummer smirked.
“I couldn’t get any on…” Mike hissed, leaning into Andy’s touch. The door opened.
“Oh - God…” Michael groaned. “Does every American band do this, or just the ones around me?” Mike froze, covering himself from view.
“We’re… kinda… busy right now, Michael.” Adam shifted. “Could you come back later?” Michael nodded, still covering his eyes. He began to back out the room, hand behind him, feeling for the doorframe.
“Stop.” William said in a calm voice. Michael stopped, still covering his eyes. “Come here.” Michael slowly walked forward until William’s hands were on his chest. “Good…” The singer cooed, taking Michael’s hands and placing them firmly on Mike’s backside. “Now, open your eyes.”
“Or you could join.” Adam shrugged. Andy chose not to say anything, and began to unlace Michael’s jeans, rubbing the guitarist through the denim. Michael gasped.
“So…” He moaned. “D’you… do this often…?” William chuckled and leant down to suckle at Mike’s neck, helping Andy take off Michael’s jeans.
“We swore we wouldn’t do this again after Tom left.” Mike whispered as they led him to the couch. “But… blame the skinny jeans.” Andy pushed him down.
“So… how do you do this?” Michael’s mouth was dry as he watched Adam slowly stripping off.
“Well…” William smiled mischievously, rubbing Mike’s stomach. The younger guitarist arched his back against the touch. “Have you ever heard of something called triple penetration?”
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“I… wow.” Michael rubbed his eyes, slipping off Mike’s almost comatose body. “Uh…”
“Pretty awesome, huh?” Andy chuckled, pulling out. Mike moaned, stretching out. Adam pulled on his jeans as though nothing had happened. Mike remained where he was, green eyes half closed as he lay there.
“Is… is he ok?” The Australian asked nervously. The younger guitarist closed his eyes the remainder of the way, breathing shallowly. William nodded.
“Just tired. Wouldn’t you be?” Mike held out his arms sleepily. “He’s cute when he’s post coital.” A fully clothed William slipped onto the couch.
“So, you do this often?” Michael gasped. Mike snuggled into William, seemingly not bothered that he was naked. William eased his hands over Mike’s bare backside.
“We used to on Warped.” Adam began tracing circles on the small of Mike’s back. “It was fun.”
“Did… did you do this with Tom?” Michael watched as William and Andy helped Mike up to dress him. “Well?”
“Yeah.” Andy shrugged. “We kinda have a rule, though. Only guitarists take.” Mike mumbled something sleepily before curling up on the couch, cuddling Millie. “Tom was really good. He had loads of stamina.” Michael flushed.
“You were better…” Mike’s green eyes struggled open and he reached for Michael. “Bigger.” He whispered, slipping his stocky body around the other guitarist. Millie howled indignantly at being forgotten. She bit Mike none too gently on the ear, making the Chicagoan curse. He pulled her towards him and she licked his chin happily. Michael wasn’t sure who fell asleep first.
“He’s cute.” Michael murmured as Mike snuggled into his body. William nodded his agreement, kissing them both on the forehead.
“I hope we do that again.” He whispered, smiling at his band mates as he picked up a guitar.
“Next time, Michael takes.” Mike grumbled in his sleep.
Michael was asleep before anyone could say anything.