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(Jet Black) Hotel Mirror

Top!Mikey

Bottom!Reader

Summary: At long last, you're spending the night in a hotel. Your plans are showering and sleep, but a bit of sex wouldn't be a terrible inconvenience.

Author: xocasper (on tumblr)

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You slammed your sticks against your drum kit, playing the last song of the set with as much energy as you could muster. Your eyes drifted from the sea of spirited fans to Frank, who was hyper as ever, before finally setting your sights on your boyfriend, Mikey. He had slowly grown more comfortable on stage, stepping out of his microscopic comfort zone every now and then. He looked up at you as the chorus hit, sending you a smile while his fingers danced across the bass.

The two of you had been close since you joined the band back in 2004. They needed a drummer on very short notice, and luckily you were friends with Brian and he talked you up enough that they decided to meet you. Though skeptical at first, the band was very impressed with your drumming skills. Now here you were, three years and an album later, playing your heart out on stage for thousands of people.

As the lights dimmed and Gerard's voice faded out, you felt a wave of exhaustion crash over you. Thankfully you would be staying in a hotel room tonight, and you were more than grateful to have a real bed to sleep in; that is, if Mikey let you get any sleep.

The adrenaline was still high backstage, which was to be expected at this point. A pair of strong arms snaked around your waist, eyes fluttering shut as your boyfriend rested his chin on your head. "You did really great tonight," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Yeah? I thought I messed up a bit during House of Wolves, but–" He cut off your sentence, shushing you gently. "You did perfect, don't worry." You turned around in his arms, staring up at him lovingly, his gaze holding the same passion. His lips were mere millimeters from yours when you were interrupted.

"Get a room!" Frank yelled, pretending to vomit. "Yeah, can you make out with my little brother somewhere else? Preferably when we're not around?" Gerard piped up, Mikey huffing in defeat. "We're staying in a hotel tonight, so you guys can be as gross as you want later," Ray reminded you, and as if on queue, Brian walked over ushering everyone outside, insisting that you needed to rest.

The ride to the hotel was peaceful; no one bothered to go to their bunk, knowing that if they went down for a nap before you arrived, they'd be a pain to wake up. As hard as you tried to stay awake, Mikey's embrace was far too comfortable and you could feel yourself dozing off in his arms, whatever conversation they were having turning to white noise.

He shook you gently as the bus stopped, kissing your forehead as you rubbed your eyes. His hand slipped into yours as he pulled you up, leading you outside where the cold jolted you awake. "Shit, it's cold out," you mumbled, and he laughed as you gripped him for warmth. "Woke you up real fast, huh?" he teased, earning him a playful shove.

Ray went to grab the room keys while the rest of you stood around, sticking out like a sore thumb against the beige walls. "Alright, rock paper scissors for whoever takes the room next to them," Frank said, facing Gerard who rolled his eyes at the proposition. "There's no way in hell I'm sharing a wall with them again." You raised your eyebrows at them, torn between embarrassment and amusement, while Mikey stayed stoic as usual, biting back an arrogant remark that would definitely have him sleeping on the floor.

"You guys are so dramatic," you said, halting their game. "Nah, we almost called the police the first night, sounded like someone was slaughtering you," he grinned. "Jealousy's a bitch, Frank," you smiled back, Ray walking over before he could say anything else.