Hmmmmm… guess who’s been procrastinating like CRAZY… but I’m GONNA lock in tonight TRUSTSTTTT 🙏🙏

hehhwheheheheh petekey 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

also ignore how I get really fancy formal sometimes… Idk. I just got weird like that

Warnings/tags: WARPED TOUR. (2005, ray toro my lord please save us..) exhibitionism, besides that it’s pretty tame just like grinding and kissing, nearly getting to the good stuff.

Ah, warped tour. For one, this summer was fucking scorching. Being in crammed little tour buses with other sweaty dudes and interacting with teenage fans in crammed spaces didn’t help at all, and it especially didn’t give you any alone time with your situationship.

So, you would have to get creative with it, a bit more exhibitionism in daily life. Whether it’d be sneaking off with him before he has a show to give him head or trying to be as quiet as possible during your activities inside one of your crammed bunks. It wasn’t ideal, but you could make do with what you had.

That was the usual thing for Pete and Mikey nowadays.

Fall out Boy had literally just wrapped up a show, everyone leaving the rather small stage and handing off their instruments to whatever tech was in charge of theirs. Mikey had been watching off to the side the whole time, his eyes lingering on Pete specifically for such extensive periods of time that it could no longer be considered innocent. Though, Pete was in too much of his own world while performing and rarely gave the boy his attention, nonetheless undivided.

The second Pete had his bass out of his sight, Mikey walked up to him.

“Hey,” Mikey began, “You were really good tonig- today.” It was a slight misstep in words, since he was so used to shows being later than this by a longshot. Before Pete could realize what mikey was plotting, he was being whisked away from the majority of people including his hand members.

Pete accepted his compliments gratuitously, thanking his boy for even coming to see his band, even though if he had no romantic ties to Mikey he would still like their music. Bass players have great appreciation for each other or something.

He started to catch on quickly, though. How Mikey was showering him with a lot more compliments than what seemed typical especially now that he was a greaseball and likely smelled rancid ; and was looking around rather cautiously. Yet, he still walked with purpose, and yanked Pete’s arm when he suddenly stepped into a seemingly random room backstage ; assuming his body would follow the motion. It did, and he closed the door behind him, immediately going to kiss Pete with intense fervor.

Pete immediately crashed into the kiss, not having a single thought of pulling away. He was clearly pent up with the way he was being rougher than usual, basically fucking forcing his tounge down Mikey’s throat. And of course he took it good, he always did. It looked like neither planned on separating for air anytime soon, as it only got more intense.

Mikey was whining into Pete’s mouth, the vibrations only messing with his head further. He was clearly getting desperate, despite where they currently were ; how just anyone could walk in. And it’s not like they were being particularly quiet either. Nothing else like situational awareness really mattered right now. Mikes was getting himself so worked up for no reason, starting to roll his hips against Pete’s. It was clear he had a semi by now, begging for some kinda further affection or friction.

The two of them ended up on a further area of the room, then the ground. Mikey was attempting to straddle Pete, but it was really pathetic. His scrawny hands basically flew to Pete’s belt buckle, frantically cursing under his breath as he struggled to get it off. Pete, of course, found it a little funny to see his baby so needy and failing at getting what he wants so badly. It didn’t really frustrate Mikey, as he was distracted enough with the task on hand.

It was a split second-

And the door basically flew open. Fuck. welp.

“Hey w- GET A ROOM??” It was Patrick. Of course it was. it could’ve been worse though, like Gerard. That’d be even more mortifying. He quickly turned his head away, but didn’t step out.

Mikey rolled completely to the floor at the sound of another voice, let alone one that he recognized. He flinched hard and was immediately embarrassed as all hell.

“WE DO HAVE A ROOM!! THIS ONE, OBVIOUSLY!” Pete shot back, clearly also embarrassed being seen like that but still turning it all into some kinda joke.

“You know what I mean- god. I was just gonna ask if you guys wanted to get drinks with the rest of us, but you seem busy.”

Pete turns to Mikey, who hasn’t made an effort to move from the ground yet. Mikey doesn’t seem like saying no, plus he probably won’t be busy tonight anyway so he could hang with Pete.

“Yeah, just give us a minute?” Pete responded, wanting to take a short second to collect Mikey and himself, maybe convince him that it wasn’t that bad and Patrick’s seen him doing way worse with other girls. They hadn’t even gotten to the fun part yet, so what did he have to worry about?