is this your kinda scene?
Challenge from wildhoneypie4. Pete/Carl, oranges, glitter, lipstick.
Pete sits on a couch in the dressing room backstage, holding an orange. It's a bit curious how he got to be there, considering it wasn't his dressing room or even his stage. It was one of those Very Big Concerts that always happen around Christmastime and Pete had liked the looks of lineup. He'd gotten a bit hungry and, finding himself skint, went backstage to look for food. He'd found an orange. Pete was fond of oranges and it was perhaps the happy sigh he'd emitted when he'd picked up the orange that had gotten him tossed into the dressing, chucked onto a couch and kissed as his life was ending.
And Pete was really quite pleased with all of this since it had been ages since he'd been attacked in such a pleasurable way. But, as suddenly as he'd been thrown into the room, the person left. And Pete was left sitting on the couch with lipstick and glitter all over him. He wasn't worried about the makeup or the fact that he was hard. He was worried about the hands. The hands that had forced themselves up, down and all around. They hadn't been female hands. They'd been very male.
Pete ran a hand through his hair and glitter fell around his eyes like snow. There was lipstick marks all over him. On his lips, his cheeks, on the place right between his eyebrows and even trailing down from his jaw to his neck like animal tracks. Pete sat back and began to eat his orange, wondering about this new experience. Whoever kissed him had kissed very well. Pete didn't mind those lips, lips that were soft and rough at the same time and altogether too familiar.
Carl burst the door. "Pete!" he shouts. "I been looking all over for you! Eh-" he says, noticing Pete's mussy hair and clothes, "what happened to you?"
"Brandon Flowers," says Pete without missing a beat.
Carl turns to go, smirking. "Well come on then, The Killers are onstage. Wouldn't want to disappoint your lover, would you?"
Pete's on his feet in a minute and he wraps an arm around Carl's neck as he pulls his body to him. Presses his hard-on into Carl's bum and lifts the hair from Carl's neck with his free hand. Glitter.
He laughs as he kisses Carl's glittery neck. "You missed a spot."
Pete sits on a couch in the dressing room backstage, holding an orange. It's a bit curious how he got to be there, considering it wasn't his dressing room or even his stage. It was one of those Very Big Concerts that always happen around Christmastime and Pete had liked the looks of lineup. He'd gotten a bit hungry and, finding himself skint, went backstage to look for food. He'd found an orange. Pete was fond of oranges and it was perhaps the happy sigh he'd emitted when he'd picked up the orange that had gotten him tossed into the dressing, chucked onto a couch and kissed as his life was ending.
And Pete was really quite pleased with all of this since it had been ages since he'd been attacked in such a pleasurable way. But, as suddenly as he'd been thrown into the room, the person left. And Pete was left sitting on the couch with lipstick and glitter all over him. He wasn't worried about the makeup or the fact that he was hard. He was worried about the hands. The hands that had forced themselves up, down and all around. They hadn't been female hands. They'd been very male.
Pete ran a hand through his hair and glitter fell around his eyes like snow. There was lipstick marks all over him. On his lips, his cheeks, on the place right between his eyebrows and even trailing down from his jaw to his neck like animal tracks. Pete sat back and began to eat his orange, wondering about this new experience. Whoever kissed him had kissed very well. Pete didn't mind those lips, lips that were soft and rough at the same time and altogether too familiar.
Carl burst the door. "Pete!" he shouts. "I been looking all over for you! Eh-" he says, noticing Pete's mussy hair and clothes, "what happened to you?"
"Brandon Flowers," says Pete without missing a beat.
Carl turns to go, smirking. "Well come on then, The Killers are onstage. Wouldn't want to disappoint your lover, would you?"
Pete's on his feet in a minute and he wraps an arm around Carl's neck as he pulls his body to him. Presses his hard-on into Carl's bum and lifts the hair from Carl's neck with his free hand. Glitter.
He laughs as he kisses Carl's glittery neck. "You missed a spot."