Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Worth the Wait, Mikey/PeteradioachesJuly 13 2011, 21:59:51 UTC
It's too hot, even at night with the two of them together in a bunk barely big enough for one, even before Pete rolls over on his back and pulls Mikey on top of him, heat growing around them each time their mouths come together. Mikey could make out with Pete for hours like this. Mikey has made out with Pete for hours this summer, tucked away from the rest of the tour together, wasting away the time between venues, between sound checks, the best way he knows how.
Pete kisses with his whole body in a way that Mikey doesn't think anyone else he's ever been with before manages to. His lips are soft but a little chapped from the sun, and his hands are dry but warm as they slide up over Mikey's back under his t-shirt; there's not one part of him that's staying still, his foot hooked around Mikey's ankle, his hips shifting minutely against Mikey's, his breath heavy and unsteady every time they break apart. He's been spending most of the summer shirtless so far, something Mikey's had no complaints about, but it's more than just a good view of tan skin and dark tattoos when Pete pulls his shirt over his head and drops it over the side of his bunk. Mikey can drag his fingers over the bumps of Pete's ribs, trace patterns of ink he can see without looking by now. He can touch Pete's nipples, press his thumbs hard enough for Pete to bite down on his lip and whisper roughly, “Fuck.”
Everything sounds louder, amplified in the small space around them, Pete's noises, the rise and fall of both of them breathing. Mikey kisses Pete again just to keep him quiet; he's aware of the rest of the guys just the other side of the curtain and feels more conscious of it than he ever used to, even back when he was trying to hook up in the van - he feels like that, like a teenager sneaking around, with Pete more than he can remember in a long time.
“Do you,” Pete says, a buzz against his lips, and kisses him again before carrying on. “Do you wanna - you know.”
He doesn't finish the question, and it's not one of those sentences Mikey can automatically finish for him, like coffee orders and favourite ice creams. It doesn't matter too much how it ends, though - the answer is going to be yes, whatever it is, because that's the way it's been all summer so far. Mikey always wants to with Pete, no matter how bad the idea might be. They've done this, though, the making out, touching everywhere but hands always above the waist, but there's no space in the bunk, and Mikey knows - Pete's told Mikey, whispers through the darkness - that Pete hasn't done more than this with guys before, and there's a hotel night soon, a couple of nights away. Pete keeps mentioning it, and so Mikey's been keeping track more sharply than usual.
“You know I do,” he says, and bites his own bottom lip, tilting his head back, gaze flicking up to the ceiling as Pete curls a warm hand around the back of his neck and drags his lips over Mikey's throat. “What do you wanna do?” he asks, which isn't what he meant to say, but he wants to hear it from Pete anyway.
Pete inhales sharply against Mikey's shoulder, his hips twisting up. “I want - fucking everything, Mikey, you have no idea.” Mikey laughs softly, because he does have an idea, and with the way they're pressed together like this, he knows Pete must be able to feel that. “I don't even know,” Pete says, and when Mikey looks back at him, his eyes are dark and serious.
“Tuesday,” Mikey says. When he smiles, his lips feel swollen.
Pete laughs this time. “Fucking buses, man, fucking hate them. You gonna make it worth the wait, Way?”
Mikey raises his eyebrows, but he can't keep his face straight. “Wait and see,” he says, and he leans back down, kissing Pete again before either of them laughs too loudly, kissing the rest of the night away.
Re: Worth the Wait, Mikey/PetedesfinadoJuly 14 2011, 07:25:09 UTC
God, I've missed your writing. You have such a light hand - so few words, such a fluid pace and rhythm from movement and into dialogue. UGH. I could picture this so well:
His lips are soft but a little chapped from the sun, and his hands are dry but warm as they slide up over Mikey's back under his t-shirt; there's not one part of him that's staying still, his foot hooked around Mikey's ankle, his hips shifting minutely against Mikey's, his breath heavy and unsteady every time they break apart.
And I love the excitement of just TALKING about more, what that does to them. BOYS ♥
Re: Worth the Wait, Mikey/PetejedusaurJuly 22 2011, 19:13:37 UTC
Sorry, I was out of town when you responded to my prompt and am just now beating back the brambles of my inbox. This is lovely, thank you! I really like Mikey always wants to with Pete, no matter how bad the idea might be.
Pete kisses with his whole body in a way that Mikey doesn't think anyone else he's ever been with before manages to. His lips are soft but a little chapped from the sun, and his hands are dry but warm as they slide up over Mikey's back under his t-shirt; there's not one part of him that's staying still, his foot hooked around Mikey's ankle, his hips shifting minutely against Mikey's, his breath heavy and unsteady every time they break apart. He's been spending most of the summer shirtless so far, something Mikey's had no complaints about, but it's more than just a good view of tan skin and dark tattoos when Pete pulls his shirt over his head and drops it over the side of his bunk. Mikey can drag his fingers over the bumps of Pete's ribs, trace patterns of ink he can see without looking by now. He can touch Pete's nipples, press his thumbs hard enough for Pete to bite down on his lip and whisper roughly, “Fuck.”
Everything sounds louder, amplified in the small space around them, Pete's noises, the rise and fall of both of them breathing. Mikey kisses Pete again just to keep him quiet; he's aware of the rest of the guys just the other side of the curtain and feels more conscious of it than he ever used to, even back when he was trying to hook up in the van - he feels like that, like a teenager sneaking around, with Pete more than he can remember in a long time.
“Do you,” Pete says, a buzz against his lips, and kisses him again before carrying on. “Do you wanna - you know.”
He doesn't finish the question, and it's not one of those sentences Mikey can automatically finish for him, like coffee orders and favourite ice creams. It doesn't matter too much how it ends, though - the answer is going to be yes, whatever it is, because that's the way it's been all summer so far. Mikey always wants to with Pete, no matter how bad the idea might be. They've done this, though, the making out, touching everywhere but hands always above the waist, but there's no space in the bunk, and Mikey knows - Pete's told Mikey, whispers through the darkness - that Pete hasn't done more than this with guys before, and there's a hotel night soon, a couple of nights away. Pete keeps mentioning it, and so Mikey's been keeping track more sharply than usual.
“You know I do,” he says, and bites his own bottom lip, tilting his head back, gaze flicking up to the ceiling as Pete curls a warm hand around the back of his neck and drags his lips over Mikey's throat. “What do you wanna do?” he asks, which isn't what he meant to say, but he wants to hear it from Pete anyway.
Pete inhales sharply against Mikey's shoulder, his hips twisting up. “I want - fucking everything, Mikey, you have no idea.” Mikey laughs softly, because he does have an idea, and with the way they're pressed together like this, he knows Pete must be able to feel that. “I don't even know,” Pete says, and when Mikey looks back at him, his eyes are dark and serious.
“Tuesday,” Mikey says. When he smiles, his lips feel swollen.
Pete laughs this time. “Fucking buses, man, fucking hate them. You gonna make it worth the wait, Way?”
Mikey raises his eyebrows, but he can't keep his face straight. “Wait and see,” he says, and he leans back down, kissing Pete again before either of them laughs too loudly, kissing the rest of the night away.
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His lips are soft but a little chapped from the sun, and his hands are dry but warm as they slide up over Mikey's back under his t-shirt; there's not one part of him that's staying still, his foot hooked around Mikey's ankle, his hips shifting minutely against Mikey's, his breath heavy and unsteady every time they break apart.
And I love the excitement of just TALKING about more, what that does to them. BOYS ♥
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I'm sure Mikey will make it well worth the wait >:)
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