Bad smut (petekey, frerard, other various ships maybe)

Gud fuk numéro 2

Ship: petekey
Kinks: biting, scratching, tying up and name calling

[[Sorry this one took super long lmao, it should be better considered how darn long it took haha.. Whatever, read on, the few frens who read this lol]]

  (Ok, also, the author's notes? The ones in () or [] are mine, whereas the ones in {} are K's)

Pete and Mikey have sex in this, and Pete camez (that was a lame pun whoops).  So it was (the summer of 2001-) a late Saturday (*sweats profusely trying not to make fob references*) night, and the others were out for dinner, or partying or something with that new Panic! Band, but Mikey wasn't in the mood to go and Pete was fast asleep.

Pete was lying down on a couch-like seat, head on one of Mikey's thighs, drooling a little bit. The tour van was silent aside from Pete's soft, quiet snoring. 'He's so adorable,' Mikey thought, looking down at him, rubbing his back in little circles. His cheeks were rosy and he had a little smile on his face. Mikey picked him up bridal style and brought him to the foldout, which was already open for some (fuckin') reason, and placed him on it, then crawled into bed beside him.

Pete put his head on his chest and his arms around him. Mikey then continued doing the rubbing, this time up and down (unintentional wink wonk). They stayed like this, cuddling for an hour or so before Pete's breathing hitched. "Pete?" Mikey asked cautiously. He didn't respond, he was still asleep. 'It must be a nightmare or something' he thought to himself, before stopping the rubbing and just keeping his hand there, on his upper back.

Pete whimpered softly, furrowing his eyebrows. Mikey shook(ethed) his head with a loving smile on his face, before Pete started squirming a bit, letting out quiet moans. Something hard as a rock was pressing against his leg. "Mikey, please..." He moaned out, or at least that's sure as hell what it sounded like he said, rubbing his dick against his leg, whimpering.

'Oh! Oh my god!' Mikey's cheeks flushed red. 'What do I do!?" He thought, 'I should probably wake him up so-' his thought was interrupted by Pete gasping and jumping up, eyeliner smudged and hair messy. 'I could have fun with this.'

"Are you alright there, Peetey?" (I spell the nickname like that, it looks better imo, shh) He smirked at him, "I- I- uh- I-" he stuttered out, (barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic stuck to his tongue) blushing bright red. He looked down at his still hard length, then looked up, giving Mikey an embarrassed look.

"What were you dreaming about?" Mikey asked teasingly.
"Mikey stop it-" he was cut off by Mikey palming him through his jeans, causing him to groan. "Oh my god, you're such a slut, having dreams like that about me..." Pete bucked his hips up, whimpering in response.

"I bet you want me to fuck you so bad" he growled, dragging out the 'o' in 'so'
"You asked for it-" Pete exclaimed playfully, before he could continue, climbing on top of Mikey so that he was under him. He started pressing his lips against Mikey's roughly.

Pete ground his hard cock against Mikey's, causing him to grunt softly from the friction. Pete nibbled and sucked on Mikey's earlobe, causing him to gasp. ('Im not ain't not no bottom' Mikey thought).

"No way" Mikey murmured, shoving Pete off and sitting up. He unbuttoned his own shirt and pulled Pete's off, pushing him down on the mattress, by the shoulders with a thud. He pinned him down to it by his hands. Pete's eyes widened slightly, cheeks flushing pink.