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Frank had been seeing this new girl for a couple months now. It was hard to ignore it. In fact, he wouldn't let anyone ignore it, not with the wet sound of skin slapping and the cacophony of moans that filled the air of the tour bus ever so often. And don't forget the PDA, or the backstage makeout sessions, or the stupid guitar strap he customized to have her initials. Fuck this. Fuck them. Fuck it all, really. Just when you thought you were getting somewhere, just when you thought you finally had someone for yourself... God, you beat yourself up everyday for how stupid you had been.

You should've known stage chemistry is all just one stupid lard-ass act to get fans hot and bothered. Gerard isn't the only one Frank fucks with. Not that what they do matters either, anyway. I mean, you've both seen them getting laid by hot chicks left and right with complete disregard for their performative relationship they display on-stage. But why wasn't Gerard bothered by this fact? Oh right. He actually had a romantic life. Not even just that. He had one hell of a sex life too. And what did you have? Jack shit. The most people have flirted with you was Frank's stupid stage antics. You should've known there was no depth to them. You should've known he was just doing it for the bit. He always does. You blame yourself for getting your hopes up.

Still, he had some undeniable acting skills. The way he'd fall into your drumset, eventually landing in your worried arms. The way he'd kneel next to you, practically humping your kick drum as he threw his guitar over his shoulder, ignoring the fact that he, like everyone else, had a part to play.

And now here you were, watching in pure, seething jealousy as Frank flirted with his girlfriend of two months… The fuck was she doing here anyway? You're all backstage. This is supposed to be the band's area, not some stupid, irrelevant randoms'. But of course, he gave her a "VIP pass." Those didn't even exist! The two of them just wanted to fuck. They always did. You had the misfortune of sleeping the bunk next to Frank on the bus, and so, for the past two god-forsaken months, you've had the displeasure of hearing the two make disgusting love. All you did was lie awake, fighting back spiteful tears, wishing it was you instead.

You couldn't take it anymore. You rolled your eyes, sighing. No one would see your attitude anyway. Gerard and Mikey were out getting drinks, Ray was probably outside fiddling his guitar, and Frank was too busy being buried in his girlfriend's face to be aware of the world around him.

"I'm gonna take a leak," you lied, excusing yourself from the room. Of course, you got no response. You didn't expect one anyway.

The tour bus was parked outside the venue, further back in the parking lot. Usually, you complained about the long walk, but now you were grateful for it. The silence helped you clear your mind.

You stepped into the bus, closing its door behind you as you entered. You wanted to wash up, rinse your eyes out after the horrid site of Frank and his dimwitted bitch. Your guys' set was over anyway, so you didn't care if your makeup got ruined. You stepped into the bathroom-

Oh. That's where Ray was.

His eyes shot up towards you as you entered. For a moment, you felt quite bad. He was sitting on the toilet, and you thought you just walked in on him doing his business. But then you realized the beer in his hand, and the empty bottles scattered across the floor. Well, now you feel bad and curious.

"Uh… What's-"

"Sorry, sorry. I'll get out so you can do… whatever you gotta do," Ray cut off your words, beginning to get up. Now he felt guilty for hogging the bathroom.

You put a hand up, halting his movement. "No, dude. I'm fine. I was just gonna rinse my face. But…"

You looked him up and down. Holy shit, he looked rough right now. Your eyes scanned across the bathroom. Jesus… How long had he been in here for?

You gestured to the mess around you. "What's going on, man?" A hint of worry coated your voice.

He shook his head. "It's nothing, really. Just-"

"Ray. There's, like, five beer cans in here total. It's not nothing."

Ray sighed. "Alright, fine. You got me there. But if we're gonna talk about this, can we at least step outside the bathroom?"

He had a point there. Ray was practically hunched over, trying to fit himself in the cramped space. Usually, you had no problem squeezing into the ridiculously small lavatory, but with more than one person in it, it was quite the challenge for you as well.

You nodded. "Yeah, please," you said in agreement.

After a couple moments of awkward scuffling, tripping over your own feet, then helping a drunk Ray stumble towards the couch, the two of you were sat next to each other.

"So," you started, looking at him then towards the empty minifridge, "is this why Gee and Mikey are on a quest for more drinks?" You playfully made fun of Ray for his insane consumption of alcohol. He couldn't help but let out an amused huff.

"I guess that's one way to phrase it," he said with a smile. Still, despite his seemingly cheerful expression, there was something more to the situation than what he was displaying in front of you. I mean, it was kind of painfully obvious. No guy that's okay is sitting on a toilet alone downing several beers in one night.

"Seriously though," you took on a concerned tone, "what's going on?"

Ray sighed, finding it physically impossible to look you in the eye as he admitted to his embarrassing predicament.

"Frank stole my fucking girl."

Maybe if he was sober, he would've phrased this more… elegantly. Still, you weren't here to judge. Instead, you stayed silent and continued to listen as Ray explained further in depth.

"I-It's not fair, y'know. All the guys get their fair share, and then when I actually try to go for someone fucking Frank steals her!" Ray let out a disappointed sigh. "It's kinda my fault though… He's the one that spoke up, but still, I'm the one who noticed her in the first place! And it's not like I didn't try to win her over after. God, I really tried. It's like I'm invisible or something. I just… I just feel so lonely."

Ray's words hung in the air. The more he spoke, the more you realized you related to him. Looks like you guys had more in common than you thought. Finally, you spoke up.

"I get lonely too."

Ray looked at you with a surprised expression, as if the thought of you having the same problems as him was unfathomable. Yet despite his shock, he couldn't deny the internal relief he felt when he realized that he wasn't the only one stuck in his position. Perhaps there was hope after all.

You gave him a small smile of reassurance before continuing, pursing your lips as you reminded yourself of reality. "It's kinda funny, actually," you chuckled slightly, "I practically have the same problem as you." You glanced at Ray, who nodded at you to go on.

"I thought that I…" saying it out loud just solidified how flawed and utterly stupid your logic had been, "…that I had a chance with Frank, or something. I thought that he was into me. I-I didn't even see him that way at first but then… I dunno, I guess I just got used to his stage flirting and… and I wanted it to be real." You bit back tears of frustration and betrayal. "I thought it was real." You cleared your throat, feeling your sinuses betraying you. "And then the stupid chick came along and- well, you know the rest of the story." You wiped your eyes before any tears fell, not allowing a single drop to leave your waterline.

Ray gave you a somber smile. "It seems we both have a problem with Frank then."

You let out a weak laugh. "Yeah, I guess we do."

"They're the worst, aren't they?" Ray asked in reference to the couple. "Especially when they're all over each other." He rolled his eyes at the memory. "Like ugh, we get it, you're fucking."

Sadness began to evade you, amusement replacing it's former spot. You giggled at Ray's comment. "Yeah. Or when they're in the bus. God, especially when they're in the bus."

Ray laughed, facepalming as he god secondhand embarrassment. "You're so right! It really sucks cause my bunk's right on top of his… Holy shit, they're so loud!"

"You know what's worse? Having the bunk right next to his. He never fully closes the curtain. Oh my God, you should see her stupid face! It's not even sexy."

The two of you continued to playfully complain about Frank and his girlfriend, drinking whatever was left of the cooler. The silence of the night and the shared awareness that the two of you were in similar predicaments made the moment feel more intimate than just simple friendly banter, and the drunken heat washing over the both of you wasn't exactly helping the situation either.

At some point, the two of you had realized the rest of your bandmates were long gone at this point. Frank was probably still getting it on in the green room, the Ways had definitely gotten sidetracked on their quest for alcohol, and you and Ray had the tour bus to yourselves.

Running out of things to talk about (and also being too intoxicated to properly form coherent sentences), a comfortable silence hung in the air of the bus, you and Ray slumped drunkenly against the couch, not daring to shatter the fragile peacefulness with words of any sort.

Still, unspoken emotion hung in the air. After all, you were both just bitching about getting no play, or not feeling like an option, or having no outlet for your primal desires. The both of you were aware of the obvious solution here, but it was still taking a while for one of you to work up the courage. You sure as Hell weren't going to be the one to ask.

Ray's zoned out gaze snapped out of its trance at some point. The intimate nature of venting his problems to you and getting completely wasted by your side made for an uncontrollable heat within his core as he longed to further his proximity to you. Whatever logical thoughts remained were practically screaming at him not to do it, not to make the move… but his drunken state was drowning out his inner logos, completely eradicating the intelligence he usually carried when sober.

He cleared his throat, bashfully speaking up. "So… did you wanna-"

"Fucking finally."

A weight fell from both of your chests. Relief swept over you along with gratitude as you thanked the heavens that Ray was the one to speak first. The shared smiles and slight giggles between the two of you didn't last long after that.

You weren't sure who initiated it; maybe both of you made the executive decision at the same time, but here you were, your lips on his. Or perhaps his on yours? It didn't matter. Everything was now a blur of passion and indecency, Ray's mouth colliding onto yours with a fervent pace, not wasting any time to pull back for breath.

Then suddenly you were under him, and your shirts had been long forgotten. Yours was on the ground, right beside the couch. Ray's was- …You actually didn't know. It's not like you cared anyway. All that mattered to you right now was him, and all that mattered to him was you.

He eyed your bare torso up and down, practically salivating as he did so. The flush plastered across his cheeks grew more prominent, and he felt his jeans become more restrictive than usual.

"Holy shit, Y/n…" he spoke lowly. "The fuck are you doing all hidden in the back?"

You giggled at the compliment. "Makes moments like these seem more rare, I guess."

Ray let out a chuckle, planting another kiss on your swollen lips. He craned his head down, pecking along your jaw until eventually, his mouth was at your neck. He licked around the soft skin, only settling once he felt your pulse point. When he did, he let his teeth sink in just enough o not hurt you, but ensure you felt the sharp imprint on your sensitive skin.

You let out a gasp, involuntarily arching your back at the electric feeling. Your arms were wrapped around his back, your hands holding the back of his head. He felt your body shudder beneath him, your chest pushing against his. He chuckled lowly at the position. Finally, Ray had someone that was willing for him, eager for him even, and he was just as eager for you.

Ray let his hands travel along your body, groping and feeling at your plush skin, as if not savoring it right now meant he'd never be able to again. He let his hands trail further down until eventually, they were tugging on the waistband of your pants. He looked at you, ensuring he had proper consent (despite the fact that you were very obviously begging for it). You nodded as quickly as you could, not wanting him to stall any further.

Everything was a blur of clothing. Soon enough, you were fully nude, and Ray was down to his boxers, his hardened dick forming a prominent outline in the thin fabric. If you weren't wet by now, you were absolutely soaked at the sight of him like this.

His hands found your knees, gently pushing your legs apart. You blushed as he gazed at your dripping cunt, suddenly feeling quite bashful at your exposed form. However, any insecurities that begun to arose were promptly quieted as you watched Ray scoot back on the couch and position his face between your thighs.

Honestly, it was a challenge for him to hold back this long. The second his tongue made contact with your glistening folds, his eyes rolled back, the taste enough for his cock to start leaking precum into his boxers. He lapped at your dripping heat, making sure to properly feed on it before actually pleasuring you. Still, the sheer size of his flat tongue and his slow precision were enough to make you crave for more. Your hips bucked up, searching his mouth for more stimulation as you let out a whine. Your hands found the back of his head, fingers blending in with his curls as you pushed his face deeper inside yourself.

Ray took the hint. Hooking his hands around your thighs, he began focusing his efforts on your throbbing clit, swirling and flicking it around. Each warm breath he took only heightened your senses, the feeling of it hitting your flesh sent shivers down your spine. Ray's eyes looked up at you, observing your reaction to each movement he made with his mouth. He loved the way your squirmed beneath him, how your face crinkled as he hit the perfect spot, and how you chest heaved with every moan and gasp for oxygen.

Sensing you were close (as evident by the unwavering grip you had on his hair, though he couldn't deny he liked the way you tugged on his scalp), Ray doubled his efforts. His head bobbed up and down as he worked you with a pace faster than ever before. A mixture of his own saliva and the fluids of your arousal dribbled down his chin and coated his lips.

"Ray I- Fuck just… P-Please don't stop, I'm… You're doing so good, please…" you pleaded out between ragged breaths and needy whimpers.

Ray couldn't deny his own arousal building inside him. As you fucked you relentlessly with his tongue, his hips matched the pace of his mouth, grinding helplessly into the couch as he searched for some kind of stimulation. The friction the worn cushions gave him through his boxers was delicious, and he couldn't help but moan at it.

His noise sent vibrations through your cunt, making your whole body shiver. Still, despite his own search for release, he didn't forget about yours. His fingers dug into your thighs, nails leaving crescent shaped marks on your skin. Ray alternated between sucking and licking at you. The slight stubble on his chin also added an bonus pleasurable sensation.

Finally, you came. A breathy mumble of incoherent words and cries of pleasure ripped from your throat as your mind went numb with ecstasy. Ray had stopped all his rutting against the couch, focusing on having his tongue guide you down from your high.

When your labored breathing finally subsided, Ray detatched from your core, licking the remaining fluids off his lips and wiping off his chin. You looked up at him with a satisfied smile as he leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of your head. His erection was painfully obvious, especially with the spot of precum staining the fabric of his boxers.

"Do you still wanna…?" Ray asked, afraid you were too tired to continue any further.

You let out an amused huff. "Of course, Ray. I'm not gonna leave you like this," you responded, gesturing to his undeniable hard-on.

Ray gave a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God."

With that, Ray kicked off his boxers and laid on the couch. You got the hint and crawled on top of him, your knees on either side of his hips. His hands rested on your waist as you positioned yourself atop him, slowly sinking down on his length.

His dick was well above average, and although you were far from a virgin, even you had trouble stretching to his size. Still, you forced your cunt down on him, attempting to at least take half of his length. Ray noticed your obvious discomfort. Worry flashed in his mind.

"Y/n, it's fine. You dont have to- We can just take it slow," he offered, giving you a reassuring smile.

You grinned back at him. "Yeah, I think I'd like that better, thanks."

Ray nodded, making sure you were completely comfortable (or at least as comfortable as you could be) before he started moving. His hips rocked gently against yours, making sure not to harm you in any way. Still, he was beginning to grow eager, and you were too. His initially slow pace gradually quickened, though he remained very vigilant of not thrusting into you any deeper than he already was.

Even with his small movements, you couldn't help but mewl and whine. His sheer size made every thrust extremely pleasureable, and you ached for him to properly fill you up. It's not that you were dissatisfied with just half of his length, but your growing curiosity of his full potential made it hard for you not to want more.

Determined, you sunk lower. Ray felt as you did so, letting out a low groan. Whatever reason he retained quickly left as he felt your tight cunt grip him, your velvet walls practically milking his thick cock. Unknowingly, his thrusts became deeper, eager to properly fuck you, completely disregarding his earlier cautiousness.

Whatever pain you had was quickly replaced by pleasure, your mind only being able to process the feeling of Ray's dick hitting that perfect spot inside of you. The two of you were both eager messes, heaving and moaning as if the walls of the tour bus weren't paper thin. It's not like either of you cared anyway. You were both lost in each other, completely absorbed by the person in front of you. Though Ray was chasing after his own release, he wanted to make sure you were feeling good too, and from your reactions, he was pretty sure he was sufficient in his goal.

Both you and Ray were both so blinded by pleasure that neither of you noticed the squeak of the tour bus door as it opened.

Taking only two steps in, Frank and his girlfriend were dumbfounded by the sight in front of them. You and Ray were quite the unexpected pairing, to say the least, and to Frank's knowledge, it seemed like you guys were pretty official, what with the context of the situation and everything. Not daring to make a sound and alert either of you, Frank and his girlfriend exchanged glances before quietly escaping the bus, equally traumatized by what they had just witnessed. Oh well. It's about time they got a taste of their own medicine.

At this point, you couldn't tell who was fucking you. You bounced on top of Ray at a relentless pace, your moans escaping everytime you impaled his dick into your sore pussy. Ray's hands kept their tight grip on your hints, guiding your movements and accentuating them as the thrust into you, plunging himself deeper between your walls every time you sunk back down on him. A mix of fluids were dripping out of your cunt. Was it thick globs of Ray's precum? Or was it your own slick of arousal? Probably both. …Definitely both.

Then you felt it, that familiar warm feeling, your core tightening with each passing second.

"Ray, I-I'm gonna-"

"I know… I am too," he heaved out.

His eyes were tightly shut, but he forced them open so he could look at you as the two of you came together.

Like earlier, sparks lit up in your mind as your orgasm ripped through your every vein, sending shivers down your spine. Ray watched with primal desire at the obscene sight of it: your tits boucing in accordance to his thrusts, your head thrown back with your furrowed brow and only the whites of your eyes peekign through your lids, and your mouth hanging agape to let him hear all your pretty sounds of ecstasy.

Not long after you, Ray reached his own release as well. The view of you was a big help. All movements stopped as he slammed your hips into his, burying himself inside of you. The feeling of your walls spasming around him massaged him through his orgasm, practically milking him of any fluids he had left. His voice broke as he moaned out, muttering your name like a prayer and thanking you for being so good to him.

After both of you came down from your highs, you collapsed on top of his chest, his dick still remaining inside of you as it slowly softened. Ray's large arms wrapped around you, cradling the back of your head. You sighed contently against his warm skin.

"She doesn't know what she's missing out on," you joked, referring to Frank's hoe ass girlfriend.

Ray laughed, smiling down at you. "Hey, she's not the only one missing out," he responded, an obvious reference to Frank.

You adjusted your position slightly to be able to look up at Ray while still lying against his large frame. "Well, they can miss out all they want."

Ray raised an eyebrow at that. "Are you saying-"

"Yes. We're definitely doing this again," you confirmed Ray's suspicions. "How could I not take a dick as good as that again?"

He blushed at your words. "If you keep talking like that, we might just have to have another round…"

"Is that supposed to be a bad thing?"

The two of you shared a knowing smirk, and after a moment, everything was a blur of skin and a messy tangle of limbs. Now you were the one laying down, and Ray was looming over you. You watched eagerly as he began lining himself up with you, though before he entered your soaked cunt, you had to get something off your mind-

"By the way, did you hear something earlier?"

-

Your next few performances were perfect. Without the haunting jealousy of Frank's relationship and a satisfying sex life, you and Ray played better than ever. Of course, the two of you weren't really in a relationship, so everything looked normal to everyone else. Everything was perfect. Everyone was oblivious.

Except Frank and his girlfriend.

Neither of them could deny it. Seeing both of you enjoy yourselves with each other that one night… it stirred something in them, and they felt undeniable pangs of regret as they faced what could have been. It made them question their entire relationship, and their proclaimed "passion" for one another. Still, both of them were too cowardly to break it off, much less discuss their problems with each other.

Eventually, Frank couldn't hold it in any longer. After one of the shows, Frank became determined to talk to discuss what he had seen. Putting his guitar equipment away with Ray, Frank took this as an opportunity. You were off meddling with your drumset, his girlfriend was still making his way through the crowd, and Mikey and Gerard were out of earshot.

"Hey, Ray," he started casually, though he couldn't deny his heart hammering in his chest. Why? Was it guilt? Remorse? …Jealousy?

Ray looked up from whatever he was doing, facing Frank. "What's up?"

"Look, man, I'm- uh… I'm…" Images from that one night flashed through Frank's head. Oh fuck it. There was no point in lying to himself anymore. He was completely and utterly jealous. He was seethign with it. He was practically drowning in his own self-pity. It should've been him that night. It should've been him instead…

…Instead of you.

"Uh… Hello?" Ray waved his hand in front of a zoned-out Frank, who blinked back to consciousness the moment he remembered he existed. Frank cleared his throat, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him.

i imagine it with some wonky time travel stuff. current!mikey with basement!gee: goddd just thinking of mikey's megawatt smile and dodgers caps and fluffy hair and gee who's in utter shock that this is his brother, so obviously happy and weirdly (really weirdly) glasses-less, while gee himself is still in the awkward process of adjusting to adulthood and post-college life... under the pretense of wanting to see how much mikey's changed i'd imagine things could get steamy. g wants to feel mikey's hands, skinny and wedding-fingered, he takes them and traces the veins in fascination, rapture, wants to feel mikey's strong chest and toned arms and mikey's literally fucking trembling holding himself back because for once, he's had much more experience than g in all things romance but specifically in this thing between them. g's too fucking young for him right now, nearly half the age of mikey. his face is still soft, downy like an angel's, but mikey knows the thoughts that live in g's head, thoughts about him (about them) that won't come out until much later, years later. through much fucking hard work, mikey knows how they turn out, how they learn to fit together. but right now, his brother doesn't know any of that. right now, big brother has become little bro, his very own kid brother, and god he just wants to touch mikey so bad, he's just fucking fascinated and geeky and weird and mikey is going insane trying to keep this pg but he's only a mann and that's only his brotherrrr...

current!mikey finally snapping and grabbing basement!g's face to smash a kiss onto his mouth when g won't. fucking. shut up. about something asinine. and g's utterly shocked, he freezes completely until mikey tilts his head and works his tongue carefully along the seam of g's lips and g just fucking melts, his desire finally realized, and his hands scrambling along his (olderrr?????) brother's strange new body. g riding the fuck out of current!mikey so big baby bro won't hurt his 44 y/o knees. current!mikey bending basement!g over a couch armrest to spread him open on his tongue, one hand curled in his brother's messy too-long black hair and the other gripping the soft flesh of his hips. mikey's hand tipping g's head back enough so that the sounds g makes are desperate, pulled out of the depths of him as mikey bobs his head like a marionnette, god when did mikey learn this shit g's supposed to be the one knowledgeable about this sex stuff aw fuck mikey thats exactly how i like it god fuck thats soooo good mikey. and then mikey pulls off to call g little brother and g cums so hard he hits the hard backing of the couch on his boneless way down and gets genuinely convinced his eyes are gonna get stuck crossed forever.

mikey and gee have always made a habit of showing each other weird shit, starting from a young age. weird horror movie? better show mikey, found roadkill on the side of the road, Gerard's already there with a stick to poke it.

So its really no surprise when mikey finds a corner of the internet revolving around shipping him and his brother, his first thought is to show it to him.

Of course, gee's freaked by it. who wouldn't be? strangers are writing porn where they fuck. But, mikey would be lying if he said he wasn't morbidly curious.

So they clicked on a few fanfics for fun, reading through them as dramatically as they could while trying to make the other laugh. It was fun, mikey hadn't heard his brother laugh like this in ages.

And in return, he hadn't laughed like this in a while either, tears stinging the corners of his eyes while Gerard presses his hand to his forehead and falls back on the bed. it was almost a shame when they started getting to the really hard-core stuff, stuff that made them uncomfortable.

They only read one of those fics, something about Mikey tying his brother up with a rope. The atmosphere had changed from a silly time laughing at terrible spelling mistakes and goofy lines to...reading porn with your brother.

Gone was the look of amusement in Gerard's eye, that delightful sparkle when something interested him. it was now replaced with something mikey couldn't place, something more intense.

• Being Mikey's girlfriend was fun, and always exciting.

• You met him when his band was just starting out, at a gig in one of the members' garages.

• You went with them to tell them you liked their songs, and soon you were going to all their gigs.

• They obviously noticed you; you were like one of their biggest fans at the time. You saw them so much that you started talking to them, then going out in the afternoons.

• Then you got closer to him, one of the quietest members of the group. You were with them every step of the way, and they appreciated it.

• Mikey noticed you a lot, and one day when the two of you were in the garage, he told you

"Thanks for being here, you do it because you want to and that means everything to us"

——

• Now, they had released two albums, and apart from that they were starting to become more recognized and have bigger concerts.

• You were in the bus with them to every concert, and you always saw them at the barricades.

• One night on the road, you were sitting next to Mikey while he played with a Game Boy. You were leaning against him as sleep weighed heavily on your eyelids.

"Mikey, I like you a lot," you said without thinking.

• He remained motionless for a few seconds, his eyes on the controllers as his mind processed what you had just said.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

He chuckled softly as he turned his gaze and placed a kiss on your head

"I like you a lot too."

——

• Today was another one of their concerts, they were already on their last song, and you were ready to go backstage with them.

• It was an excellent concert, all the fans were happy, they had a lot of energy, everything was going well.

• Except for Mikey. He was so used to always being in the back that he still had too much energy, besides, his instrument didn't require that much.

• Compared to Frank or his brother, he hardly moved at all.

• He saw his pretty girlfriend by the barricade, she looked happy, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her skin from the heat

• Sometimes he caught her eye and gave her a small smile that belonged only to her.

• Mikey's gaze drifted down her body, to her lips, her pretty breasts, the curve of her hips, her thighs.

• He was losing focus, missing a few notes, but no one would notice.

• He began to remember all the times he'd taken her, like in that restaurant bathroom, or in the bunk beds at night, all while covering her mouth.

• Even though he'd already had sex with her, he still wanted to try something else, he wanted to devour her.

• He wanted to feel her thighs around his head, trace her with his tongue. As he pondered this, he returned to the concert and noticed that Gerard was already saying goodbye to the crowd.

• He left the stage with the guys, who were starting to drink water and congratulate each other. He left his bass next to Frank and Ray's guitars, took a sip of water, and soon heard his girlfriend approaching.

"You were amazing, as always," she said with a smile, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Heh, thanks.”

"Can we talk? Alone?"

"Oh, sure."

You replied somewhat hesitantly. He took your wrist and led you to an empty dressing room, locking the door behind you.

• He led you directly to the sofa as his lips crashed against yours. You immediately accepted the kiss, placing your hands on his neck.

"You looked so beautiful when you looked at me back there."

He said as his kisses trailed down to your jawline and then to your neck.

• His hands, which had been at the curve of your ass, moved to the front, desperately trying to unbutton your shorts.

"We're really horny, huh?"

You murmured, but you didn't do anything to stop him.

• He sat you down on the sofa, and this was usually when he started unbuttoning those jeans. But he started crouching down between your legs.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to eat you, baby, can I?"

He asked as he pulled down your shorts, revealing your already soaked panties.

"Are you sure?"

"Please let me, I want it."

His lips began to leave kisses on your knees and moved up your thighs.

"I'll make you feel so good, okay? Let me, baby, please."

• You nodded as you lowered your hands, using your thumbs to grip your waistband and pull down your panties.

He grasped your thighs and lifted them to his shoulders.

"Thank you, baby."

The moment Mikey's warm mouth makes contact with her bare flesh, she completely shatters. A whine escapes her as she arches her back

"Holy shit" Her body begins to tremble by the sudden direct stimulation

• One of her hands flies to cover her own mouth while the other grips mikey's hair. Her hips start twitching against his lips

"It feels... it feels too good" She can't even finish sentences anymore as pleasure short-circuits every thought

• Your entire world narrows to the sensation of his tongue exploring your most sensitive spot.

• Her thighs shaked violently as a flood of arousal soaks Mikey's face. She tastes sweet and musky and he is completely obssesed

She whispered his name like a prayer between gasping moans.

• She had never been eaten before, and for a first time, it felt so good. She felt his hands on her thighs, his nails digging into her skin, but it only added to the sensation.

“Wait, oh god i-i think…”

• Her entire body locks up, her eyes rolling back slightly as a shockwave of pleasure crashes through her.

• Her thighs clamp around his head like a vice as she cums hard, Waves of pure ecstasy ripple through every nerve

• For seconds all you can do is gasp and shudder, overwhelmed by the intensity of it. Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes from sheer overstimulation

"...so... good..." She finally whimpers out weakly after coming down, completely boneless and panting

• Mikey drinks every last drop, his tongue lapping eagerly as your body milks out your cum. He keeps sucking on that throbbing clit through the entire orgasm

• He finally releases the overworked nub with a wet pop, licking up the mess across your stomach and thighs before crawling up to kiss her deeply