petekey smut

i'd never say no to you

Pete hadn't stopped talking about their upcoming hotel night in days. Normally a hotel night was something to look forward to. They were a rarity. There was the chance of a night's sleep in a proper bed, some privacy even if you were still sharing with a bandmate, a normal sized bathroom (compared to the shoebox bathroom on the bus) and it just felt like they were proper rockstars even if the hotels weren't always amazing.

Pete always looked forward to hotel nights. But he was looking forward to this one even more.

Mikey had cornered him after a show a few nights after they had spent the night on the beach. After making sure that they were alone, he gave Pete a fevered kiss that sent his heart racing. He told Pete that he had thought about it, and that he wanted to accept his offer to room with him on the next hotel stay. Pete's smile was so wide at hearing that that he though his face might split open. Mikey then gave Pete's ass a firm squeeze and with a little wink he disappeared into the night.

Holy fuck.

Pete hadn't been able to get the smile off his face since then. Patrick had banned the word hotel from their conversations and Andy had threatened to tape Pete's mouth shut with electrical tape if he spoke about how cute Mikey was once more that day. Pete felt as though his excitement was so big it didn't really fit properly into his body. He was practically vibrating. Everything that day felt better than usual and they played an amazing set. Mikey stood at the side of the stage for the second half of their set and Pete bounced around the stage, beaming and catching Mikey's eye when he could. When My Chem were on, Pete stood and watched them play from the side, his eyes never leaving Mikey. He had to stop himself from drooling, watching the way Mikey's hair fell in his eyes, the way his fingers moved on the frets, the way he threw his hips forward into his bass. Pete was filled with lust and couldn't help it. He had to bite his lip and pray to all of the gods that he wouldn't get hard watching him. He couldn't stop thinking about what they would do later.

Usually the first thing that Pete would do when the had a hotel for the night was jerk off in peace and quiet, shower and stretch out on the bed. He usually shared with Patrick and they had a little rota going so that they would both get time in the room on their own. Tonight Patrick had swapped with Mikey and would be rooming in with Ray. Patrick had only grudgingly agreed to swap, and only after Pete had promised to do his laundry for a week in exchange, though they both knew that Patrick would never make him follow through with it.

The Fall Out Boy bus was first to arrive at the hotel so an empty hotel room welcomed Pete. He threw his bag on the floor in the corner but wasn't sure what to do after that. He had been so busy being excited about spending the night in a hotel with Mikey Way that he had forgotten to be nervous. And now he was nervous. He checked his reflection in the large bathroom mirror. He paced up and down. He wondered if he should change his shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed and texted Patrick to say that he was waiting for Mikey. He received a two word text message back from Patrick that simply read "have fun". And then he went back to being nervous.

He didn't really know why he was nervous. He liked Mikey and he knew Mikey liked him back. He had been with boys before. Mostly when he was with boys it didn't go beyond kissing and hand jobs and the occasional blow job. But it had never gone beyond that. He knew Mikey had been with boys too and he was pretty sure he had done more with boys than Pete had. Maybe that was why he was nervous. He was good at messing things up and he really didn't want to mess this up with Mikeyway.

Pete lay back on the bed with his his hands under his head and waited, staring at the ceiling. He heard noises and voices from the hallway and then a click as the key card unlocked the door. As soon as the door was open and he saw it was Mikey, Pete bounded off the bed as if it was on fire. The door was barely closed and Mikey didn't even have a chance to take his backpack off properly before Pete had crowded him against the back of the door with a grin on his face.