#4oj

oh, anon, i am so giddy right now!

ok, first off, i'll point you to THIS timeline created by @princesspete, @dykepatrickstump, and @stumpwentz - a source-supported and straightforward theory that "fourth of july" is about july 4, 2011. i could just say go there, but, i'm a yapper, so i'll break it down a bit.

the birthday of the greatest man alive STEVEN GRANT FUCKING ROGERS

THE CAPTAIN AMERICA

SIR STAR SPANGLED BANNER

AMERICA'S ASS

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All he wanted was a fucking Slurpee, but no, he can’t even have a fucking delicious drink without bumping into some fucking jock on the god damn football team. Of fucking course Pete fucking Wentz worked here. Mikey can’t even get a fucking drink without being harassed, it was the fucking summer! Aren’t bullies supposed to take a fucking break during the summer?

Okay, Mikey can do this. He’s just getting a beverage, nothing to possibly bully about that. The teenager grabbed a large cup and pulled down on the lever to fill it with cherry flavored ice, everything was going fine, everything was normal. Mikey filled it to the top of the lid, he’s spending almost four dollars on this, it’s going to be his money worth. He grabbed a straw and walked to the register. The register where there was only a sweaty Pete Wentz available, the other employee had fucking left Mikey Way inside an empty store with the captain of the football team. That fucker is going to be at fault when Mikey ends up dead on the counter. Hesitantly he placed the Slurpee on the counter, getting the attention of the very fucking muscular Pete, what the fuck.

“Hey, Michael, right?” Pete motherfucking Wentz said to Mikey.

Mikey was in shock, Pete Wentz knew his name, “Mikey. Why do you know my name?”

The expression on Mikey’s face was blank, almost teasing, but all his muscles were preparing to run the fuck away with or without his cherry slurpee. Pete does looked fucking great in only a sweaty tank top and loose basketball shorts, but that doesn’t mean Mikey is going to flirt. Fuck, he was flirting with Pete Wentz. He is definitely going to leave with a few misplaced organs and bones. But that raised the question of why the fuck Mikey is flirting with someone who will literally bash Mikey’s face in if he figures out what is happening.

“Because, Mikey, I know everyone. I’ll pay for your slushie if you get my piece of shit coworker to stop smoking and come do his job, think you can seduce him?” Pete was actually fucking proposing this, what the actual fuck? It is a free Slurpee though.

“Yeah,” Mikey replied, monotone with a blank expression as always.

Michael Way could flirt, and he could flirt well. Grabbing his Slurpee and walking outside next to Pete’s ‘piece of shit coworker’,  he recognized him as Brendon Urie from his history class. Brendon was fucking hot, he was wearing some tight as fuck jeans and his hair was tousled at just the right amount, and he was, indeed, smoking. Just not a cigarette,  Mikey liked weed, he could work with weed.

“Yo, Brendon mind if I take a hit?” Mikey asked, starting to remove the paper from his straw.

Brendon looked at him in wonder before smiling, handing over the rolled weed and digging a new one out of his pocket. Alright, free weed. This deal keeps getting better and better. Mikey inhaled the joint, letting it fill his lungs and then blowing it at Brendon and giggling. Anyone who smokes knows what that mean, hell, everyone knows what that means. Brendon obviously understood because his eyes turned, he was looking at Mikey hungrily. Mikey took a sip of his Slurpee,  keeping eye contact with Brendon the entire three seconds. Urie was squirming, Mikey was still staring. His lips left the straw, there was an unplanned but perfectly convenient strand of saliva connecting to his lips. Setting down the Slurpee on the ground behind him, Mikey stepped closer to Brendon, the teen had already put the pre-rolled joint in his mouth and the lighter was in his hand. Mikey smiled at Brendon and took the lighter from him, lighting the boy’s joint and fuck if Mikey didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. He was getting free weed for fucking life. Brendon abruptly took the drug stick from his pretty lips and kissed Mikey. Fuck yes. Those pretty lips can fucking kiss and Mikey loved being kissed almost as much as he loved free Slurpees. Seducing done, it was time for free Slurpees. 

“Hey, Brendon. Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” Mikey asked, feigning concern and taking a hit of the joint he surprisingly still had.

“Fuck, yeah I do.” Brendon ran off, shoving the joint that Mikey had lit earlier into the Junior’s hand. More fucking free weed.

Mikey turned to walk away too, but in the process spilled his free fucking Slurpee. God fucking damn it. Mikey breathed in the last of the first joint and flicked the butt on the ground where his fucking slushie was. Apparently Pete Wentz wasn’t doing his job because the football player was outside and trying to steal Mikey’s new weed.

“Come on, Mikes. I know you  have like a whole stash of green of your own. Can i please just have this little joint?” Wentz whined, god he was annoying and Mikey was kind of turned on by it, it was taking all his willpower to try and get his semi-hard to be flaccid again.

“If I get another free Slurpee,” Mikey answered, he was smiling. A real, genuine smile, he only does that around his brother. Fuck.

“Oh yeah, because you spilled your free slushie while Brendon’s tongue was down your throat?” Pete was teasing him, not in a mean way though. It was fucking weird.

“Sounds like you might want your tongue down my throat too, are you jealous?” The younger taunted, taking a hit and handing it to Pete Wentz.

Pete put the joint to his lips, his lips were fucking beautiful, and he was fucking hot, “What if I was, huh?”

Michael was frozen, what the fuck does he say to that? In the end he chose to say “Are you?” Fuck. That was flirting, that is flirting. They were flirting.

“Yeah, a little bit,” Pete mumbled before grabbing Mikey’s face and kissing the living fuck out of him. God, Mikey wanted to do everything to this guy. To Pete Wentz. Pete fucking Wentz is fucking kissing him.

Mikey asked Pete if he wanted to hang out by the river after he got off. Got off work. He was suprised by the answer yes, not suprised by the demand to bring weed and he would bring the liquor.

Lips. Liquor. Weed.

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“Holy fuck. It’s the fourth,” Pete exclaimed as the two had just settled back into their previous positions on the fucking grass.

“So?” Mikey didn’t understand what the fuck was so special about this mundane, summer fucking tuesday afternoon. Until, holy shit. It was July already? Mikey could’ve sworn it was the beginning of June. Damn.

Pete whined in his intoxicated state about wanting to see ‘the beautiful gun colors’, you could tell both boys were thoroughly fucked out of their minds when niether could come up with the word for the colored gun smoke. The younger’s neighbours always went all the fuck out for the fourth, and because he had exactly zero self control, he fucking told the fucking football player this. Naturally, Pete had to beg to go to Mikey’s house to see the fireworks, he had remembered what they were called.

“Please, Moikey!” Pete whined. Whined against Mikey’s neck. Anyone who doesn’t get at least a little turned on at that has got to be a fucking robot. Mikey, high, drunk and now turned on, saw no other option than to let Pete into his home.

Michael James Way wasn’t one to give away anything for free, he had to get something in return for letting Pete motherfucking Wentz see his premium firework view. At any other time be would’ve asked for food, but for some fucking reason, that was not the case. “If you give me a blowjob.”

A blowjob, Mikey just asked for Pete to suck his dick to see some colorful explosions. If that was not the dumbest thing he ever did in his life, he felt sorry for his future self. A fucking blowjob. Mikey didn’t even have the courage to look at Pete as he got closer, probably to punch him or scream fag in his face. Sure, they had kissed but maybe it was just because Pete was playing some dumb joke. Maybe Pete’s story about the party was completely made up. Mikey did not want to explain a bruise to Gee.

“For fireworks. Nothing else,” Pete mumbled and fumbled with the zipper to Mikey’s skinny jeans. Pete was drunk and high and so was Mikey, they could blame that when they sobered up.

Pete, with an amusing amount of difficulty due to the intoxication and the stupid second skin that is skinny jeans, got Mikey’s pants below his giraffe knees. With spiderman briefs exposed and his dick hard, Mikey giggled, loudly at the reality of the situation. Pete Wentz, captain of the fucking football team as a god damn junior, was going to suck his dick. The most popular guy in the entirety of the highschool population is going to put a nerdy emo and occasional slut’s dick inside of his mouth.

Pete looked at Mikey with a sloppy weed grin, laughing along as his hands snaked towards the spiderman underwear. The older pulled down only the front of the briefs, as to not leave Mikey’s bare ass to the mercy of the itchy grass below. Mikey’s dick jumped at the feeling of the humid summer air, almost reaching up to his belly burton. He squirmed, of course he did, what else would he do. Pete was just staring at the exposed penis, Mikey supposes that’s the affect of the marijuana. The senior surged forward, attaching his lips to Mikey’s. Well, the corner of his mouth because when you’re far from sober and try to aim from far away, you are going to fail.

They stayed, kissing lazily until Mikey felt one of Pete’s hand wrap around his dick, using the little beads of precum as lube. Which makes the younger hyper aware of the condoms and lube inside his jeans that most definitely fell out, but he couldn’t really care at that moment. Pete moved down, and Mikey should’ve cared about that fallen lube because Pete grabbed it and dangled it front of  a blushing Mikey Way.

“You wanted me to fuck youout here, on the dirty grass? Huh, Mikes?” Pete teased before going back down, kissing around Mikey’s thighs and over the spiderman undies. The fucking tease.

“Tease,” Mikey whimpered out, the weed was making him extra sensitve, he could’ve cum just from those kisses.

Pete pulled back from Mike entirely, leaving the younger whining and pushing back to where Pete’s lips were. Mikey pouted and stroked himself because he didn’t need Pete to get him off if that short son of a bitch was going to be a dick about it. He was so close, so close to cumming. Then fucking Pete had to ruin it, the shorter grabbed Mikey’s hand and pushed it down. Not hard, if both were sober but they were not and that grasp was like a hundred bricks on Mikey’s wrists. Pete shoved the younger’s dick in his mouth, fast. No more foreplay, Mikey was getting a fucking blowjob on the grass. Pete bobbed fast and out of fucking nowhere a cold something found it’s way inside of Mikey’s ass, under the briefs and making Mikey moan a lot. Fucking hell. He really did have no control, Mikey didn’t even try to muffle his screams when Pete found that spot. His screams echoed across the empty lake and he came inside of Pete’s mouth with no warning. The elder pulled off, cum dripping out of the sides of his mouth as he swallowed the remaining. Mikey was wrecked, his underwear were sticky and blades of grass were stabbing his legs. He definitely needed a shower.

“You taste weird.” Pete said, opening the last can of beer because somehow they had already drank the other five.

Mikey stood up to put his dick back inside his wet underwear and pull his pants up, “You are fucking amazing at that, jesus christ.”

Pete sent a sloppy smile towards the taller, as he swallowed a gulp of the beer. Mikey fell back down as soon as he finished getting situated, he grabbed the can of beer and took a drink. They continued on like that, trading the can back and forth in silence until it was gone.

Both started on their way to Mikey’s house to watch the fucking fireworks with their warm stolen food, burn cream and the fucking lube, which was now in Pete’s back pocket. Mikey’s mind was spinning, that just happened.

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Mikey woke up before Pete did, he left the buttplug inside him as he went to go get ready, he definitely needed to take a shower. It was odd, to be so full, Mikey liked being so full of Pete’s cum. It was getting dark outside, Mikey could see the reds and oranges of the sun setting through the window. He checked his phone, clicking the on button to see the time, probably around 6 pm or so. The phone didn’t display the time, though, instead giving the fucking out of battery screen. Apparently, Mikey forgot to charge his phone, fuck. He looked at the wall outlet, his phone charger was thankfully there and not downstairs somewhere. Mikey plugged in his phone, grabbed a towel off his bedroom floor and headed to the bathroom.

Pete’s soaking wet clothes from the day before were now hanging from the shower rack, dripping into the tub and on the bath mat. Mikey smiled a bit at the clothes, trying to think if Pete had been wearing his own clothes or Mikey’s when he came in from work. The younger didn’t think that Pete had gone back to his own house once since the day before, there hadn’t been really any chance for him to go back and get his own clothes, so he had to have been wearing Mikey’s clothes. Mikey kind of really liked Pete wearing his clothes, they were way too big for the little guy and he looked completely fuckable in them. Mikey let the image of Pete wearing too big bandshirts andunderwear sit in his mind while he started the shower.

He looked at himself in the mirror as he waited for the shower to warm up, Mikey Way looked the most fucked out of anyone he had ever seen. Apart from the hickeys decorating his body, his face was flushed, his eyes were still full of lust, a few drops of dry cum scattered across his torso, and he had this stupid smile on his face. Mikey shook off the smile, replacing the expression with a blank one. It only lasted a few seconds before the smile was back, nothing he could do about it. Mikey had been staring at himself in the mirror for what was probably a bit too long, he had spaced out for a while. Just thinking. Maybe trying to get the smile off his face too. The mirror had fogged up with steam.

Mikey turned the temperature down on the shower and started to get in before remembering his contacts. He always hated showering with contacts in. The day before he had contacts in when he showered with Pete, it hadn’t been so bad but he wasn’t taking any chances. There’s always a possibility he could, somehow, get fucking soap under the contact and fucking suffer until he could get it out again. He quickly took them out and set them on the side of the sink. Mikey could feel the plug shift inside him when he moved, it was weird but nice. He felt it in his stomach. The teenager looked down at his naked stomach and noticed that there was a bit of a bump, like he was pregnant. Mikey recalled Pete’s words as he came in him for a second time, “It’ll be like your carrying a little baby, you’ll be so full.”

Yeah, he did feel like he was carrying a little cum baby. At anytime he would not have been into anything related to him being fake pregnant, ever, but for some reason he wasn’t all opposed to being fake pregnant with cum right then. God, it sounded so fucking weird and disgusting when Mikey thought of it, all he was doing was keeping a buttplug and cum inside him. It’s not like he was going to fucking give birth, he wasn’t that fucking kinky. It was just stimulation from the slight pain and the pleasure, it wasn’t that fucking complicated. 

He got in the shower, shaking off his thoughts and gasping as really fucking hot water hit him in the chest. Mikey quickly stepped forward to turn the water temperature down, but he obviously did something wrong because he went tumbling backwards. He whimpered loudly as he felt the plug shift inside him, hitting his prostate. The hot water didn’t really bother him anymore, Mikey was focused only on his hardening dick. He rocked back onto the plug, moaning softly, he wanted Pete to fuck him again. Mikey wondered what it would be like if the plug was Pete instead, that he was riding Pete on the floor of the tub. He thought about how Pete would kiss his neck as he rode the buttplug. Pete would be so much warmer, his dick would so much better. The older would grab Mikey’s hips, push Mikey onto his dick, thrusting into Mikey from below.

“Please, Pete. Please.”

Mikey pushed himself on the plug, he wrapped a hand around his dick and he was only thinking about how Pete would fuck him if he was there. Pete wouldn’t let Mikey cum, he would edge him until he was begging to cum and then Pete would let him cum but he wouldnt be allowed to touch himself. Mikey let his hand drop from his dick to the plug, he pushed it into himself. He could feel bits of cum fall out of him as he fucked himself.

“Pete,” he moaned as he came all over the shower curtain, a drop or two ricocheting onto his chest. Mikey took a moment to even his breathing, not even trying to stand up.

“You know, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked,” Pete’s voice came from inside the bathroom, making Mikey jump. He obviously was there but Mikey didn’t the door open at all. Mikey was speechless.

Pete said in the most annoyingly casual way, “If you want I could come in there and fuck you, last time was good but this would be better. You still have the plug in, Mikes?”

Mikey made a strangled noise that was meant to be a yes, “I-i mean- mean yes,” he clarified.

The shower curtain was pulled back, Mikey should’ve known that, yes, that was going to be a step in the showerfucking but he did not and it was surprising. Pete laughed at him when he jumped, Mikey looked up at him. He looked blurry, Mikey was just a bit blind, not blind enough see Pete was wearing one of Mikey’s old hoodies. The hoodie was the only thing he was wearing, it went down to Pete’s midthigh, he was so fucking small. Mikey could see the outline of Pete’s semi-hard through the fabric. Pete had something white in his hand, Mikey couldn’t really see it but he knew what it was as soon as Pete pressed the button.

White heat flashed through Mikey as the plug buzzed inside him, he squirmed and cried out. The plug was vibrating on his prostate and he could feel it in his fucking bones. Mikey looked back at Pete, who had sat down on the floor, he was watching Mikey’s bottom lip as he bit it.

“Pl-please, Pete need- inside. Need you in-inside. Please?” Mikey whimpered, he wanted Pete to fuck into him and whisper in his ear about how fucking good he was. He loved it when Pete told him how good he was, a new kink maybe.

Pete stood, a smile on his face as he pulled the hoodie over his shoulders and threw it by the door. He leaned down, his face was inches away from Mikey’s. Pete was definitely going to kiss him, Mikey was certain of it, but he just stood there. He was so close, Mikey didnt understand why he wasn’t kissing him. Mikey was so fucking frustrated, he didnt have a real dick inside and he wasn’t getting kissed, fuck.

“Kiss me,” he whined in an embarrassingly high voice, Mikey wanted to be kissed and cuddled and fucked. The plug was just making him want Pete inside him more, it felt good but not as good as Pete.

Pete leaned forward, and fucking dragged his lips along Mikey’s jaw up to his ear. He spoke, his tongue flicking against Mikey’s ear, “ I’m not going to fuck you, and I’m not going to kiss you. I’m going to tease you, you’re going to have to earn what you want. Youre going to beg and please me, then I’ll think about giving you what you want, Way. Got it?”

Pete kissed his ear, licking for only a second but enough to make Mikey shudder, “Y-yes, yeah.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.” As soon as the word left Mikey’s lips, Pete turned the vibrations up. Mikey whimpered and crossed his legs, pressing them together and bringing a hand down to his leaking dick.

“Don’t touch yourself.” Pete’s voice was just so fucking hot and commanding. Mikey obeyed, pressing his hands against the tub as he tried to move his leg up to his dick to get any sort of friction. Pete stepped into the shower, blocking the water and all Mikey wanted was for Pete to fuck him, to fill him up more. Mikey could feel the plug inside him, almost pressing into his prostate and as much as he needed to cum he wanted to wait until Pete was inside him. Pete moved Mikey’s leg with his foot, not letting him have any sort of friction.

Pete said to earn it, to please him,“Can- can I blow you, pl-please?”

Mikey didn’t wait for an answer, he shaking repositioned himself so that he was sitting on his knees and pushing the plug into his prostate, and started licking around Pete’s dick. He licked Pete like he was a lollipop, just long enough to get the flavor, but Mikey always ended up sucking on his lollipops. He looked up at Pete, hoping to see a lustful expression, but the older was just blurry. Mikey really wanted to see Pete’s face, it wasn’t fair. He really doesn’t want to wear glasses in the shower, ever, but he also really wants to see Pete. Okay, one did outweigh the other, Mikey pulled away from Pete.

“No- not good. Ca-can you ge-get my glasses? Wanna- wanna see you, ab-above, above the sin-sink.”

Pete was quiet for a minute before slowly saying sure. He pulled back the curtain and Mikey could hear Pete shuffling around in the cabinet before coming back and giving the glasses to him. They were an old pair, one he wore during fucking eighth grade, not the least bit attractive but they would do. Mikey quickly shoved them onto his face, finally he could see clearly. He could see how the half of Pete’s hair that wasn’t wet was wild, how hickeys were scattered across his neck and chest, how his eyes were wide and lustful. Pete was so fucking hot. Mikey moaned as he felt the plug move against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. He surged forward, pressing his face into Pete’s hip and shuddering.

Mikey moaned against Pete’s skin. Biting, sucking and trying so fucking hard to not cum, he wanted to wait for Pete to be inside him. He didnt want to cum without Pete fucking him, Mikey didn’t exactly know why. The younger pressed his mouth against Pete and went to move the plug away from his prostate. Mikey rocked his hips involuntarily, his eyes were shut tight and he was so fucking close to cumming, so damn close. He moved the plug away from his prostate, but he still felt close. So fucking close. Mikey stood up shakily, nearly falling more than twice.

“Please,” he whispered, he begged. He looked directly into Pete’s eyes through slightly foggy glass. Mikey was begging, he wanted Pete to do something to him, anything.

Pete reached behind him and Mikey felt the vibrations decrease, he was still close but it wasn’t so fucking unbearable. Mikey fell back onto his knees, definitely bruising them, and sucked Pete into his mouth. Pete let out a moan but pulled off of Mikey’s mouth. Mikey looked up at him, mouth opened in a soft moan as the plug hit his prostate for just a second.

Pete kneeled down so he was face to face with Mikey, “You’re so fucking pretty, Mikey Way. I like your glasses and your dick and your mouth. I want you to cum, Mikes. Cum.”

Mikey shook his head no, he wanted to wait for Pete to be inside him. He wanted Pete to fuck him. The older leaned in to kiss Mikey, it was soft and didn’t even feel like a horny, heated kiss. Mikey felt Pete’s hand around his dick as they kissed.

“I-” Mikey moaned, cutting off whatever he was going to say, he felt a blinding pleasure surge through his entire body. Pete kissed him again, softly as Mikey came. He kept cumming, fuck.

“So fucking pretty.”

“Fuck me, Wentz. Just- just fuck me.”

Pete picked Mikey up and pressed him against the cold tile, fucking football players. Mikey was already half hard again, okay, so maybe he had a recurring fantasy of strong men shoving him against a wall and fucking him senseless. He was half hard already just thinking about his fantasy becoming a reality, with fucking Pete Wentz of all people.

“Hold it in, Mikey,” Pete instructed as he slowly removed the plug and set it on the edge of the tub, still vibrating.

Pete thrusted all the way in with zero warning, Mikey moaned and pulled Pete’s hair back. The older groaned and leaned forward as he fucked into Mikey, he started sucking a mark right below Mikey’s jaw. God, he was already so marked up. He liked being marked, being someone’s if only just for a summer. Pete moaned against Mikey neck, loud and high pitched. It was pornographic, the way he sounded, the way he looked. Everything about Pete was pornographic. He was the embodiment of sex, he was beautiful.

Mikey yelled as he came for a third time, exploding over both their stomachs. It was only seconds before Mikey realized Pete had came at the same time, spilling into him and biting at his neck.

“So fucking pretty, Mikey Way. So beautiful. So full of my cum, such a slut for my cum. Such a whore, god, I want you so bad,” Pete whispered shakily into Mikey’s ear.

“Mo-more, Pete, sir. Ple-please, sir. More.” Mikey was still moaning, still shaking, still fucking turned on. He knew that he was tired and he shouldn’t get anymore fucked than be was but he just wanted to be as close to Pete as possible. Mikey could feel Pete getting hard again, still inside him, it felt so fucking wonderful. Pete carefully put Mikey down, and leaned over to turn the water to the hottest setting before trying awkwardly to get into a good position.

“I’ll uh ride you, yeah, want to ride you,” Mikey stuttered out after a few failed attempts to get comfortable and fuck. Pete was still inside Mikey, he briefly hit Mikey’s prostate as he started to sit down.

“Okay, just uh, hold it in while we, uh, while we do this.” Pete pulled out slowly and Mikey tensed all his muscles to keep the cum from falling.

Mikey felt Pete pull him down to, hot water hitting his back and cum dripping out of him. They were close, face to face, and Mikey only then realized how much he wanted to kiss Pete everyday, all day, forever. The younger switched his gaze between Pete’s lips and Pete’s eyes, god, he was beautiful.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, fuck me. Please, fuck me, Pete. I want you so fucking bad, wanna kiss you, wanna feel you, want your cock. Want you.”

Pete surged forward, capturing Mikey’s lips in a sloppy kiss. Teeth clashed, lips bruised, and Mikey wanted to do everything with Pete. Mikey sunk down entirely on Pete’s dick, not breaking the kiss as he did. It was so fucking hot, all the warm cum shifting inside him as Mikey bounced, and the fucking sounds Pete was making. Pete was moaning and whining, his voice high and needy. Mikey bit on Pete’s neck, sucking and biting. He brought a hand up to pinch Pete’s nipple as the other was scratching marks into Pete’s back.

“You- I - fuck, good. Good boy, s-so good,” Pete moaned, his hands coming down to cup Mikey’s ass.

Mikey knew that he had some sort of new found praise kink but, he did not know how much being called a good boy would affect him. He wanted Pete to dominate him, wanted to be submissive, wanted to be a good boy. Fuck.

“Please, ple-please Sir, wan-want you to fuck me full of your cu-cum. Wa-want so fu- so bad,” Mikey babbled, he was delirious. He pulled Pete over him as he fell back, wanting Pete to fuck into him.

Pete understood, thrusting into Mikey hard and fast and moaning whispers into his ear, “You’re such a slut like this, you can’t even think straight. All you can think about is my dick inside you, filling you up. God, you want it so bad don’t you? You want to be my little cum dump, want to hold so much cum inside your pretty little ass. You know, with your legs spread around me and your slutty moans you look like a proper whore.”

Mikey moaned, louder and sluttier, he wanted Pete to cum again, wanted to please him. He looked at Pete’s face above him, Pete looked so fucking pornographic. His mouth was hanging open with moans, his eye brows furrowed and his eyes glazed over with lust. Mikey was taken over the edge by Pete’s obscene face dripping with water. He came on Pete’s chest and his own, almost none of it getting washed down the drain.

“You feel so tight when you cum, it’s like you’re swallowing my dick. You feel so fucking good, Mikey Way. Such a slut for me. Such a good boy.” Pete hit Mikey’s prostate with the last words, making Mikey scream as he felt Pete’s cum hit his g-spot.

“I lo-love, love that. God, so g-good, Way. So good.” Pete grabbed the plug from the edge of the tub, it was still vibrating as he pulled out and roughly shoved the plug in. Mikey moaned and rocked back into the plug involuntarily.

Pete leaned down to Mikey’s stomach, “So pretty, right here. Made a mess, I guess I’ll have to clean it up.”

The older licked Mikey’s drying cum, he could’ve let the shower take it but no, Pete was going to lick up Mikey’s cum. Fuck. Mikey groaned, he was so fucking sensitive and overstimulated. He didn’t even think he could get hard again, but with the plug vibrating and Pete’s warm tongue, he was almost ready to cum again. Pete kept giving little kitty licks, short and sloppy. Mikey pushed Pete’s head down, towards his hardening dick and moaned out a ‘please’.

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Mikey sat awkwardly far from Pete, they were both still naked and dripping. What the fuck was he even doing? Fucking Pete Wentz was peobably a huge fucking mistake, not only because of his sore everything, but also because he was entirely sober. Not a drop of alcohol or marijuana in his system, it was fucking awful. He had started to think about the repercussions of this, which were not in slightest bit positive. Mikey didn’t even know if Pete was clean! That short motherfucker could have given Mikey an STD.

“You’re clean right?” Mikey asked, his voice was strained from the face fucking of twenty minutes ago.

Pete looked confused, so Mikey clarified, “You didn’t just give me aids or something, right?”

The older nodded his head no and the two settled back in to the awkward silence. Mikey’s towel fell off of him, exposing his semi-hard that he only had because Pete Wentz doesn’t follow through when you let him fuck your face. The entire rest of the shower Mikey had to ignore his dick and actually clean himself. Pete’s gaze somehow made it on to Mikey’s dick, and Mikey, the great liar he was, told Pete that his cock was only hard because of the sudden coldness. That was an obvious lie but Pete nodded, still staring at Mikey’s half erection.

“I am going to get dressed now, uh, my clothes would probably be too big on you but you can use them if you want?” It wasn’t meant to be a question, it was meant to be Mikey’s normal, cold statements.

Pete nodded again, he hadn’t said a word since they got out of the shower. Mikey had planned on kicking him out but it was still 4 pm and Pete did pay to see fireworks. Mikey sighed, he really didn’t want to be sober. He rifled through his drawers trying to find his shorts and a suitable shirt. His lazy ass didn’t want to wear underwear as they always seem to all disappear when he needed them. So he shoved on some red basketball shorts, an old Misfits shirts and was done with it. He wanted to avoid the very naked Pete for as long as possible, so he started to brush his hair. Of course the only brush he had in his room was a sparkly pink one. He had fucked himself on that brush numerous times, the thought getting him all the way hard.

Mikey tucked his dick into the waistband of his shorts and told Pete he was going downstairs to get some food. The younger had barely made it to the door before Pete was shoving him against it. Mikey flinched, expecting some form of pain to hit him. Nothing, Pete was holding Mikey’s hands to the door and was staring. Eyes shifted from Mikey’s eyes to his lips to his dick. Pete took a hand and locked the door.

“What do you want, Mikes?” Pete asked, his eyes were fixed on Mikey’s, keeping contact as he shoved a hand down Mikey’s shorts.

Mikey took that moment to realize that yes, Pete was still naked and yes, he really wanted Pete to blow him. He was sober and still he wanted his dick near Pete Wentz. Odd. The taller gained his compusure, he made hs face blank and unreadable. Pete’s hand was moving up and down Mikey’s dick, messing his shorts.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” Mikey wanted payback. Although he had liked his mouth being used, he didn’t like the strain on his throat every time he spoke.

Pete got down on his knees and pushed Mikey’s shorts down, kissing around his length and thighs. He pushed his mouth onto the dick in front of him, Mikey was a bit longer and a lot thicker than Pete was. Mikey grabbed a handful of Pete’s hair and thrusted, not giving a single fuck as to how rough he was being.

“Tap my leg if you want to stop, Wentz,” Mikey said, watching to see Pete’s teary eyes for a reaction. Pete moaned against Mikey’s unmoving dick in affirmation.

Mikey shoved himself in Pete’s mouth, it was different to fuck the shorter while sober. Better. Mikey could feel the back of Pete’s throat as his tongue licked around Mikey’s dick. The younger didn’t really pay attention as he fucked into Pete, zoning out. He focused on the way Pete’s lips would stretch as wide as possible everytime Mikey thrusted. The way his eyes squezzed shut every so often accompanied with a whine that made Mikey throb. Pete was beautiful, but Mikey shouldn’t be thinking that. They weren’t dating. Just fucking for the day. The younger wouldn’t have noticed he came if it wasn’t for his euphoria.

Pete brought the dick into the back of his throat as Mikey relaxed the grip he had in the other’s hair. The older swallowed around Mikey, milking him. It was blinding white pleasure, but Pete didn’t need to know that. Mikey only fucked Pete’s mouth as payback, so both their voices were strained and raspy. Fuck Pete, quite literally. Mikey chuckled at his own thoughts, he was coming down from his orgasm. Pete pulled off a while before, he was still kneeling bits of cum stuck to his face. Mikey guided Pete to his feet, his compusure was entirely fabricated as he licked himself off of Pete’s lips. The younger moved his tongue the way he’s seen Gerard put on lipstick. Circling Pete’s lips until the shorter pulled Mikey into him, kissing roughly but somehow soft at the same time. It was fucking weird.

“Food” was Mikey’s only words before he pulled on some shorts and disappeared behind the door, leaving Pete to pull on some clothes and do whatever it is Pete was going to do. Mikey found it more comfortable without underwear or a shirt, wearing just the bare minimum to conceal his dick. Basketball shorts were always Mikey’s pajama bottoms if he decided he wasn’t going to sleep naked.

True to his word, he did get some food. Well, he picked up the first edible thing he saw. The peach wasn’t mindblowing but it provided a little distraction from his thoughts. He munched down, realising that he was actually fucking starving. Excessive sex would do that to a person. Honestly, Mikey had cum at least four times within the six hours he met Pete at that 7-11. Three was too much for even a day. Sure, Mikey had made himself cum eleven times the first day Gerard went to fuck Frank that summer but that doesn’t mean he wants to cum half that in less than a day. Fuck, that day a bag of popcorn in his lap made him tremble. He didn’t want to relive that again.

Mikey was almost to the pit of the peach when Pete walked down the stairs, he was wearing Mikey’s missing Radiohead shirt and tight black briefs. Normally, Mikey wouldn’t hace noticed the way his shirt was big against Pete’s small body and went down to just above the older’s bulge. Jesus, if he had enough energy he would’ve been half hard by that point. Apparently, Mikey had a kink for guys wearing his clothes because there is no other explanation to how irrationally attracted to Pete he was at that moment. Fuck.

“Got any fucking tequila?” Pete asked, his eyes moving around the room. Leave it to Pete Wentz to ruin a moment of perfect sexually tensed silence. Not sexually tense. If Mikey was way too gucked out to even get a semi hard, Pete was the same. There couldn’t possibly be sexual tension, they already fucked. So what was it Mikey was feeling?

Mikey brought himself back to reality, grabbing a bottle of Tennesse Whiskey No. 7, there was no tequila and if there was Mikey wouldn’t fucking drink it. “Hate tequila.”

“Tequila is delicious, you uncultured swine,” Pete defended with faux offense, it was the kind of thing friends do.

“Fuck no it’s not, tastes like ass.”

“Thought you, of all people, would understand that I love the taste of ass.” Pete was joking but Mikey couldn’t help but think of the picture, Pete with his tongue inside Mikey’s ass licking everything. Shit, Mikey muffled a needy whine in the back of his throat.

He grabbed a package of Oreo’s and shoved the Jack Daniel’s bottle in the hands of Pete as he says, “C'mon. The fireworks are about to start.”

Pete followed blindly as Mikey walked back to his room with purpose, opening the window and tossing the Oreo’s out before moving to climb out. He always loved being on the roof, the sun had started to set and it looked beautiful. Mikey tried to come out to see the sunset as much as he could. He took a deep breath, it didn’t make much sense but the air always seemed better up there. Cleaner. Mikey picked the Oreo’s back up and sat a bit away from the window.

A leg had just started to cone through when Mikey sat, Pete looked confused when he stepped out. He almost tripped, that could’ve lead to a nasty fall. Pete laughed at himself and sat next to Mikey.

Mikey could hear the neighbors shouting but it didn’t really matter, all that mattered was the sky. It was beautiful that day, purples and grays mixing to create something Gerard would probably paint. The younger could feel Pete’s gaze burning against the side of his face, there was no possible way the marijuana was still affecting Pete so Mikey had zero idea as to why there were eyes on him.

Mikey decided to ignore it the best he could, but after a while he wanted to look at Pete for some reason. Just to take in his face, to study him. Mikey turned, brushing his nose against Pete’s. The two were still for a second before they moved hungrily. Inhaling eachother’s taste, lips moving at a speed that was urgent but not animalistic.

Fireworks.