EMO BAND TEXTS 2 - EMO QUARTET AU

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He falls forward onto his hands and knees, stretching his neck to find Mikey's mouth, kissing him messy and rough, teeth and tongue. Mikey whines into his mouth, planting both feet on the mattress as his hips stutter. His fingers clench tight on Pete's hips as he starts to bucking up hard into Pete. Fuck, Pete's going to feel it tomorrow, but right now it's perfect, feeling Mikey just letting go Mikey breaks the kiss, gasping in a breath a moment before his body goes stiff, shaking under Pete's. He makes a strangled, choked off noise against Pete's cheek, hands curled tight around Pete's back and he bucks up once more. Pete can feel the pulse and release inside him as Mikey gasps, his body bowstring taut under Pete. Mikey's hot breath dances over Pete's cheek and ear and Pete nearly comes all over again by proxy. Fuck, it's almost better than his own orgasm to feel Mikey's like this They stay like that a while, sweat-slick and panting, Pete trailing his hands through Mikey's damp hair as he comes down. When Mikey's breathing starts to sound normal Pete leans in again, taking his mouth in a kiss that is slow and lazy and everything he wishes he could put into words. Because kissing's easier than words, he can throw himself into it, taste Mikey as Mikey tastes him, paint his desire across Mikey's lips with his tongue He's breathless again by the time their lips part, and more than a little drunk on Mikey He strokes a thumb down Mikey's pink- stained cheek, his mouth stretching wide into a smile that Mikey echoes back at him. "I fucking love you." The words bubble out of his mouth, floating from his lips before he's even finished thinking them. Mikey's lips curl into what should be a smirk, except he's smiling too much, Really? I hadn't noticed." Oh fuck you, dickface." Pete messes up Mikey's hair roughly, and bites him on the shoulder. Mikey's yelp turns into a laugh, scrunching his eyes up at the sides, and Pete could just look at that all day. Except he can't stay like this, his muscles are already protesting the position, and Mikey's reaching between them to grip the condom while he pulls out. Pete can't help moaning at the loss, but there's an ache there now, a well-used, well-ridden kind of ache that he'll be able to feel for days. Feel and revel in and remember.

He rolls onto his back when Mikey pushes him gently, so he can get up to ditch the condom. He doesn't let Mikey go far, snagging him by the arm and pulling him back onto the bed as soon as it's gone. Mikey goes willingly, rolling onto his side and tucking his face into Pete's neck. Pete wraps his arm around Mikey's shoulder and pulls him close, resting his chin on the mess of Mikey's hair. They lie like that for another moment of long quiet breathing. Mikey strokes his hand up and down his hip. Then he says, "You're a freak, Pete." It's fond though, charmed. He ends this statement by tilting his head back and kissing the underside of his Pete's jaw briefly before tucking his face back into Pete's neck. "Like, really, a huge freak, and remember who that's coming from." Pete smiles into Mikey's messy hair. Thanks. You liked it too, though. You thought it was hot, you weirdo. "Well, it was bizarre and needy but fuck yeah it was hot. You in a nutshell." Mikey chuckles a little at that and rubs his nose against Pete's collarbone. It's a gentle tickle of soft skin over skin and totally different from the desperate, violent fucking. It's the side of this whole married thing that Pete is most excited about. I don't want to be in a nutshell. I like it here in bed. We've got-"Pete glances at the digital clock on the bedside table. "Thirteen hours before you have to be anywhere. So you and me both are avoiding nutshells and are going to stay in bed, with the bathroom counter and shower optional." Right, because the door is a wall." Mikey agrees Pete grins so wide it hurts his cheeks and nods against the Mikey's scalp. "Exactly. It's like the Cask of Amontillado in here. Only sexy and without the slow death fronm thirst." Mikey's laughter starts as a choked-back yeah it was hot. You in a nutshell." Mikey chuckles a little at that and rubs his nose against Pete's collarbone. It's a gentle tickle of soft skin over skin and totally different from the desperate, violent fucking. It's the side of this whole married thing that Pete is most excited about. I don't want to be in a nutshell. I like it here in bed. We've got-"Pete glances at the digital clock on the bedside table. "Thirteen hours before you have to be anywhere. So you and me both are avoiding nutshells and are going to stay in bed, with the bathroom counter and shower optional." Right, because the door is a wall." Mikey agrees Pete grins so wide it hurts his cheeks and nods against the Mikey's scalp. "Exactly. It's like the Cask of Amontillado in here. Only sexy and without the slow death fronm thirst." Mikey's laughter starts as a choked-back snort before he explodes into nearly hysterical giggles. His whole body shakes and it sets Pete off too. He's laughing, covered in stinging bite marks, in a midlevel hotel bed in London between sheets still sticky where Pete came, cuddled up with Mikey, his husband. It's not the honeymoon Pete would've imagined for himself, if he ever could've imagined such a thing. Instead Pete is covered in bruises and aches, cackling like a crazy person along with Mikey. There are no rings and no champagne or flowers. Instead they have mirroring tattoos, a pair of necklaces, some slightly risky sex and the knowledge that tomorrow there's another show where he has to tech and Mikey has to play. But unlike any possible fantasies, this is his life. This is really happening, and so Pete wiggles closer to Mikey. Mikey stops laughing long enough to make a pleased noise and Pete thinks "screw imagining" because this, right here, is the best of all possible worlds.

"Otto!" (Y/N) shouted at the Waterparks band member. "Get me a microphone!"

Otto came running on stage and when he gave the mic to (Y/N) she turned it on and started singing.

"You're here, there's nothing I fear and I know that my heart will go on!" (Y/N) sang horribly out of tune.

When she finished, everyone was a mix of screaming, laughing, and (Y/N) bowed.

"Thank you and good evening," (Y/N) announced before walking off the stage for the second time that night.

Mikey greeted her with the "bitch why" look on his face and (Y/N) just laughed.

"Oh hush," (Y/N) stopped him before he said anything. "You secretly enjoyed it."

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Okay I don't know why (Y/N) needed a second mic but y'know, for Otto's sake.

-LEXIE