#i know he really is a big bitch but he's still shorter then pete and i blank on that sometimes

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Am I the only one who sometimes forgets that Vegas is just a little shorter then Pete? Like in my head I know Pete is taller but when I envision it he is always smaller then Vegas. And then I'm reminded that Vegas is my smol big bitch and I'm like.

Oh yeah.

[thcllslnrd]

Spiders Are Actually Arachnids...

It’s about damn time I start posting my writing on here, so I figured why not start with Parksborn! It’s based of a cute pet name idea a friend and I came up with forever and ever ago that I’m finally finished with skjfhds plus I just needed something lighthearted and easy to write, so two birds one stone.

Summary: It’s too late when Peter finally gets home from work and Harry thinks of something new to call his superhero boyfriend.

Peter lost track of time while running tests at Octavius's lab... again. It's easing up to three am and he's hunched over at his lab desk, finishing up some tests that he was actually running on something new. A few weeks back Otto had developed this black sludge of sorts? He wasn’t sure what to call it but it was some sort of personal project that Otto created and he said he needed extra help with. He had left his student alone in the labs an hour ago and asked him to run some tests if he had free time. Peter had finished his own stuff fairly early, so he didn’t think it could hurt.

So far he was getting something, but not much. Whatever this was supposed to be was highly reactive, almost magnetic in a way, following the push and pull of certain things around it. When he ran his finger over the black goo it pushed up, as if to try and make contact, in hundreds of tiny spikes.

Peter pulled the current tube out from under the artificial light and put it back in the little plastic container he had labeled for that exact test. He went to reach for a new container for a sample he hadn't used yet when his phone started buzzing in his back pocket. It caused him to jump a little, considering Peter was the only one in the room and it was absolutely silent beforehand. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw the name Harry on the screen accompanied by a green heart and a cute picture of the redhead he snuck when they were at the library a few weeks ago. 

He slid up on the green button on his cell and put the phone to his ear. "Hey Har, what’re you up to?" He asked, blinking a few times and feeling a sting. How long has it been since Peter even closed his eyes? 

"What am I up to?" Harry sounded worried over the phone but also a tad irritated. "Peter, it's almost three am. Are you still at Otto's?" 

Peter was holding back a yawn as he listened to his boyfriend before stopping dead in his tracks. Three in the morning?

"Wait did you just sa- it's three in the morning?" Peter rolled back in his office chair, standing up and looking at all the work around him, then the clock on the wall. Yup, three am. "Son of a bitch!" 

He could barely hear the laughter on the other line from Harry, which was a little bit of annoyance and "oh my god that man is a disaster". 

"I'm gonna clean up and then be home in twenty babe, promise! I'll walk instead of waiting to take the train, I'll probably be faster that way," Peter was thinking out loud by the end, his phone wedged between his ear and his shoulder. He was quickly and hurriedly stashing his slides back where they went and closing up tubes to leave in the mini-fridge against the wall. 

"As long as you're on your way soon, Pete. And hurry, I'm getting cold and lonely in the apartment, watching Star Wars all by myself..." Harry was just teasing now, laughing behind his words, but little did Peter know that he actually had the Empire Strikes Back playing in the living room.

"Okay, make it fifteen. I'll be there soon!" 

Peter hung up after that and finished quickly packing stuff up, putting away all the machines properly, and taking his lab coat off. Once everything was put away properly and to the way he knew Octavius would like it, he started turning off the bigger machines and all the little lamps. Before turning off the overheads he grabbed his bag, stuffing his lab coat and some of his notebooks from the testing inside. He threw one of the straps over his shoulder and grabbed his keys, locking the lab door behind him after turning off the final sets of lights. 

In twelve of the fifteen minutes he gave himself, Peter was back home to his apartment. The streets were never as busy at night like they were during 5:30 rush hour, so walking faster was easier to do. He had the thought of coming home to his boyfriend on his mind to keep him on track though, knowing tonight wasn’t the night to look around at buildings or signs he’s never noticed before. Besides, when you’ve got a cute, tired redhead back home waiting for you and a Star Wars movie, how could you want to take your time?

The brunet walked through the complexes front double doors, the lobby silent and still, but still waving a quiet hello to the night shift concierge before heading into the elevator. He suppressed a yawn before sticking his key into the doorknob and walking into his apartment. Upon entering the softly lit area, he could hear an array of popping noises from the microwave and Star Wars playing on the big TV, as promised.

 "-Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hm? Mmm. And worry should you not, my ally is the Force." 

Peter turned to find his boyfriend, the one and only Harry Osborn himself, standing by the microwave with a relieved look on his face. He also looked tired, eyes still dark with sleep and his hair definitely showed he was asleep not too long ago. 

"Empire Strikes Back! You really know how to bring a guy home, don't you?" Peter teased, dropping his keys on the counter before making his way towards the redhead. 

Harry let out a laugh and leaned against the back counter when Peter made his way to him. He was honestly just glad the man was home at this point. Usually by ten, or as late as midnight, he'll shoot a text or call his boyfriend to let him know how late it was. Peter had a habit of forgetting everything around him when he got zoned into his own mind or project. He planned on doing the same thing tonight but he fell asleep on himself, and when he woke up at three am to see that Peter still wasn't home, he unlocked his phone as fast as possible. 

Time aside, Harry was glad that his boyfriend was finally home and Peter was glad to be back, and they both showed that off by closing the distance between each other. The kiss was slow seeing as they were both tired and lazy, but even so, the redhead had slowly snaked his arms around the other man's waist to pull him closer. 

That earned a gentle laugh out of Peter and he of course leaned into him because what else was he gonna do with the arms wrapped around him? 

"Thanks for calling and bringing me back home," Peter murmured against his boyfriends' lips, pressing one last quick peck to him before leaning his head back into his own space. 

"No problem, honey. Good to know that if I didn't call you might slowly decay in that lab though," Harry laughed, keeping his arms hooked around Peter's hips and hearing the dry laughter out of the brunet. "What were you working on that kept you focused so long?" 

"Well…" Peter slid out from his boyfriends' grip to pull off his book bag and sit it on the kitchen floor, temporarily. Ignoring the finishing beeps of the microwave, Peter started explaining. "Once Otto left I was helping him work on some personal project he didn’t have enough time to do on his own tonight, but I did get some personal upgrades for the suit worked on tonight." 

He finally finished rummaging through his bag and pulled out two little red bracelet looking things, which did slap on his wrists. They were his usual web-shooters, but he had recently developed a newer, stronger formula and added more guarding around the actual wrist band. It was mostly red and black but now there were little white plastic grooves in the band made the same plastic protection he was adding to his new suit.

Harry watched the whole scene in front of him play out with a sleepy smile, still not fully awake from his nap earlier. He did always love listening to Peter talk, whether it was about science or Spider-Man or something keeping him awake in the middle of the night. Sometimes he liked those moments the best, where it was just the two of them in their pitch-black room, talking about their days at work or something they saw a few hours ago. It was a good sense of relaxation in a way, but he especially liked hearing the brunet talk about things he was interested in. It was usually something Spider-Man or science-related, but it was just the way Peter could talk for hours on end about it and never tire, not what he was talking about.

Peter slipped one of the web-shooters into the taller man’s hand, letting him get a closer look at the gadget and slipping back into his other free arm. 

“I finally finished up that extra strength formula I was cooking up a couple weeks ago so I can pull and carry more weight. I think it’ll go great with the new suit, which I should have finished by the end of the month if things go as planned schedule-wise.”

The redhead passed the gadget back to his boyfriend.

“That’s really good work. It sounds like Spider-Man’s gonna be the coolest hero by the end of the month then, bug.”

Peter dropped the web-shooter down into his bag and leaned into the taller man, both hands now rubbing at his sides as he wrapped his own loosely around Harry’s neck. The popcorn left in the microwave and the movie playing on the big screen was totally forgotten about at this point, the two men tired and taking in each other’s company instead

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed though, noticing something his boyfriend said. Bug? When has Harry ever called him that?

“Bug?” The brunet repeated aloud, “That’s...new. But they aren’t bugs if you’re talking about Spider-Man, spiders are actually arachnids.” He watched the tired grin grow on Harry’s face, matched with a signature eye roll that had nothing to do with annoyance. 

“Mhm… I still like bug better, bug.”

The simple repeat got the shorter man laughing softly, his boyfriend eventually joining in. Peter could see the appeal in the pet name, and it did sound better than arachnid, but like he was ever going to admit to that.

“What, is it gonna piss you off if I keep calling you bug? Or do you actually like it?” Harry asked, still laughing but raising an eyebrow and tilting his head ever so slightly.

Peter was quick to dodge the question, not acknowledging the blush growing on his cheeks either as he dropped an arm to reach to his left and open the microwave. He pulled the bag of popcorn out and stepped out from Harry’s hands, turning and walking towards the couch. He plopped down and felt his body immediately relax and sink into the cushions. 

“I don’t...I don’t believe it!”

“That is why you fail.”

Harry walked out of the kitchen and into the living room shortly after his boyfriend, following in his footsteps and sitting down right next to him, leg pressed against leg. As if on queue the shorter man let his head fall onto the others’ shoulder and he opened the bag of popcorn. 

“You still didn’t answer my question, Pete,” The redhead murmured, reaching into the bag for a handful of popcorn.

“...You’re gonna miss the movie.”

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thoughts on this week's ep?

**spoilers for broadway brawl**

***Before we start, I remembered as I was typing this one of the important notes I lost from last week’s recap: Interesting that Christmas seemingly went off without a hitch. I expected Santa to come back into play somehow (like, someone would check on him to make sure Christmas was still on or he’d call them in to help or something) but he hasn’t, at least not yet.***

My guys, my guys, my guys. Was that something or was that something?

I think I am on record as saying that combat is my least favorite part of ttrpgs generally speaking because I’m here for the RP but when a combat episode shines it really freaking shines (see eg: that first combat ep of Bloodkeep where everyone went full Galaxy Brain except for Matt who couldn’t hit a single thing) and this is such a good example. This is easily a top five ep of the season for me, maybe top three so let’s get into it and break down why it was so awesome.

We start right where we left off with Titania and members of her court having come into the theater to beat the tar out of Misty mid-show.

Quick note: At the end of last ep, it was set up so that Misty was thrust on stage right after hearing the mirror was on stage which would place this fight right at the top of Act 2 but at the start of this ep, Brennan seems to indicate that it’s taking place during what would be the closing number. Which would make more sense but imagine you go see a play, the first act is super dope, and then the second act is an insane, minute long fight that’s pretty unconnected to the plot and then a buff, naked, beautiful man tells you the show is over and you should leave. Wild. Anyway.

Pixies with tommy guns in inherently funny.

So one of the things that makes this fight really great is the way it directly ties into the story in a way besides “These bad guys are in our way.” Misty is using this show as a part of her reincarnation spell so if the show is messed up, it fails and she’s on her last life. Brennan has a cool mechanic of making her roll death saves every round at a difficulty lower than her modifier (which is s/t crazy like 11) but that gets harder with damage done to her and performance checks failed by other players who decide to jump on stage. It’s a great way to make the battle feel like it has more personal stakes and it’s my fave original Brennan mechanic since the Family in Flames Sophie’s Choice situation.

(I love that the death save counter is changed for theater comedy/tragedy masks for this. Nice touch.)

Em, Esther, and Wally are also at the fight which is clutch.

Also, Sondheim is specifically here which is an insane detail to add just because.

WILD that no one knows what’s going on with the ritual initially because, as Lou almost does, getting all the civilians out is the smart move and it would COMPLETELY ruin Misty’s plans instantly.

Lou having Kingston take the stairs bc’s he’s 50+ years old and has no time for that nonsense has equal but opposite energy to him doing extra rolls for Fabian to do unnecessary parkour before a simple attack because Fabian’s Like That.

Murph fireblasts the hell out of Titania’s foot soldiers right off the bat from outside of counterspell range which is very cool.

“Give me a performance check for the cockroach.”

“You’re upstaging me bitch?”

Another great thing about this fight is that because of it’s theatrical nature, everyone’s RPing it more than a usual battle ep (or more intensely maybe is what I mean).

Titania hypnotizes Don Confetti and his goons into fighting for her.

“She doesn’t know she’s in a play but she does sing most of her dialogue which is helpful for you.” Titania is just Like That.

Pete drops an erupting earth and drops a sick 37 damage on those same minions Kug got.

I didn’t notice before but yeah, Ally does roll die like a f-ing beyblade champion.

Emily hearing Murph’s low key, offhand comments and cracking up is great.

“Get Sondheim!” (Emily and then Ally: WHAT?!)

Actual living dude Stephen Sondheim being involved in this fight is just so ridiculous and fun and crazy.

We go around to Misty’s turn and she has to beat a 28 (upped from 10) and she fails which feels worse than a normal failed death save somehow.

Lou, in a very good RP move, tells Pete to tell Misty to end the show so she can tell them not to so the group has a valid reason to not evacuate which is a thing they (or at least him and Ricky) would obviously want to do.

Sophie, the madwoman, jumps out of the balcony, grabs a costume, then runs on stage. Emily’s glee at being told that her grabbing the costume will give her advantage is great. She’s always trying to figure out how to make the most of her moves. She is the living embodiment of the concept of method to madness (which is from Hamlet since we’re talking Shakespeare today). 

Ox is constantly dying (Brennan!) but also it’s like, why was he even there before the fight started? I’ve never seen a non-service dog in a theater.

Ricky: Is this part of it?

Oh, forgot to mention that everything that happens on stage is kinda shielded by the Umbral Arcana so everyone watching thinks it’s part of the show, which is a cool plot detail.

Ricky gets fULLY NAKED (Emily, with perfect comic timing: Now do I roll with disadvantage?) and leaps into the fray. He casts Protection from Evil and Good on her which (1) He does by Magic Mike body-rolling on her while he’s naked and considering how much shorter she is that her raises some interesting questions about positioning and (2) is the most clutch use of this spell I’ve seen in a while. It’s a spell I always wanna take as a Paladin because it makes sense character-wise, but I’ve never been able to actually use it because we’re never fighting fiends, fae, or celestial.

Brennan’s dime change change reversal of the critic’s comments on Ricky’s body rolls when Zac re-rolls his 11 makes me glad I never had to face him in a debate team setting.

Ally: What’s Esther’s deal ;)/Brennan: *Esther’s Weapon Stats*

“Your only secret you’ve ever had in your life is that you have a crush on her.”

Wally has a beautiful singing voice and a working knowledge of Midsummer's which is wild.

Lou’s periodic, “My man”’s when Ally/Pete does something cool. He’s very dialed into being Kingston.

Ricky’s aura keeps everyone near him from being charmed and Misty saves everyone else w/ a nat 20 counterspell. Few things in D&D are more satisfying than a well executed counterspell.

Titania trying to get Pete to be her consort or something when he just over the super posh Priya is very funny.

“I mean between me and Sondheim, get Sondheim!”

“DO WE HAVE HOMEWORK TONIGHT?” (“We did have homework.”)

Anyway, Misty has one success now!

Misty tries to use puppet to get Titania to drop her crown and it doesn’t work. Brennan says the crown is Crown of Stars which I looked up and it’s actually a spell, not a physical crown, but I’m assuming he used the mechanical effects of the spell on a physical item.

Brennan doing all these musical/singing bits when he absolutely doesn’t have to. I love it.

I love Ricky and Sophie being the two martial fighting heavy hitters of the group. Like, the two fighters, having the spellcasters’ backs.

I hope the one kung fu fan in the back of the theater never sees another Broadway show again because he’s gonna be so disappointed. 

“I’m just so inspired by that beautiful penis.”

Murph, out of character, verbally acknowledging how insane what they’re doing is. I love when someone pauses in a game of D&D to just recite what’s currently happening out of context so everyone can appreciate how crazy it is. D&D. Gotta love it..

Emily and Siobhan have a quick conversation in the background about whether Sondheim did Les Mis or not (not, that’s Claude-Michel Schönberg) while Brennan and Murph are Ring nonsense.

I also was mildly suspicious of Alyssa so I’m glad Kingston checked her out.

The entire roast of Brennan when he’s selecting D6s is an instantly iconic D20 moment. I can’t do it justice. You kinda just have to see it.

“Someone call Wizards of the Coast!”

Em, Wally, and Alyssa go out when Titania puts out a huge spell that blinds Kug.

“Yummy, yummy, tastes like ass.”

On Misty’s next turn, she rolls a fail which makes it 2 failures to 1 success. Brennan mentions that a nat 1 counts as 2 failures and a nat 20 counts as 2 successes. I’m sure that won’t be relevant later because you can’t foreshadow things when dice rolls are completely random.

Misty fails on puppet again again and Titania goes full Wicked Witch of the West on her and starts Jonesing for those shoessss.

Emily’s Emily(tm) move of the session is doing a flying leap at Titania, hitting her with a stunning strike and having Brennan retract the Box off Doom he was pulling out because she can’t save when she’s stunned. She just plummets out of the sky.

Don Confetti respecting the sacrament of marriage as he goes full Opera ghost and tries to garrote Sophie.

Ricky (still naked) grabs the crown from Titania, tosses it to Misty, and, with some improv and a good charisma roll, makes the show suddenly make sense to the very confused but entertained audience.

I’m so glad that Murph decided to turn into a bear and that they made the Winter’s tale ref. I should have had faith in Brennan and Siobhan, the theater nerds. Exit pursued by a bear y’all.

Lou and Emily bonding over being proud of their die for rolling well when they lend it out for a big roll.

Really wish Pete had wild magic surged in this fight. Just to add that extra bit of chaos. 

With a very good turn (no damage taken, no performances failed) Misty only has to avoid snake eyes to get through this turn. She leapfrogs over that low bar and rolls a nat 20, instantly fulfilling her win condition. At this point, the play is superfluous and Titania is still down.

“Brennan lost and now he knows reddit is gonna eat his ass.”

OK, remember how I said earlier that Misty seems like the kind of character you nudge a little temptation at just to spice things up? Yeah, her killing Titania and getting the crown of the Seelie Fae makes me a liiiitle apprehensive, but we’ll see how that turns out.

“I killed my queen! This is America we don’t have royalty here.”

“Bear, I don’t know who you are, but take me on your back, let me ride on stage.” —creator of West Side Story, Stephen Sondheim

Misty charms the critic at the show to make sure they get a good review which is such a fae thing to do.

Kingston’s clearly not loving attacking Don and Co. post “real fight” what with his whole Do No Harm thing (well, that’s Dr’s but same principle applies I assume) is a good character detail. For that matter, so is Ricky just taking Titania’s crown and not beheading her which he super could have done while she was down but it would have been very incongruous with everything else about him.

Brian “This isn’t Loony Tunes” Murphy throws Sondheim as a projectile weapon at a pixie who snaps the pixie’s neck and then does a monologue at the audience.

I love it when someone rolls low on an insight check and Brennan gives them useless info and then they repeat it in their character’s voice.

4 mins from the end of the ep, Siobhan realizes there are two Perrys in this story for the first time and has a bigger reaction to that than almost everything else in this ep except her nat 20.

Ricky looks for costume faun legs to cover his fully out dick instead of costume pants or even his own pants.

Misty starts glowing with reincarnation energy and she runs into her dressing room for privacy. Also, she still super hasn’t told anyone what’s going on. (ALSO, assuming she’s gonna make the world think she died, it’s gonna be wild for the company of the show to have their leading lady put on the performance of her life and then die on opening night).

“Who am I to refuse a crown when it’s placed so deftly upon my head?”

You know that behind the scenes thing where Brennan is like, “Yeah, I knew Siobhan was gonna steal that book,”? I got some of those vibes during the crown scene.

The implications of what Misty did are gonna be left until next ep but Brennan says something about her creating her own court and it looks like she’s recruiting followers in the promo. IDK how I feel about that (these stories tend to have great power--especially tied to powerful magical items--as a corrupting force) but I am very excited to see how it goes down! See you then!

[avangee]

The Fourth Of July (Pt 4)

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“Fucking the quarterback, way to go little bro!” Gerard, that stupid bitch, yelled into the street as Mikey and Pete came up to the house.

Mikey was blushing, a thing he seemed to a lot now, and he was, for lack of better word, worried Gee was going to scare Pete off. God knows how fragile the masculinity of a football player, as far as Mikey knows Pete isn’t exactly out and proud. He kind of didn’t want to scare Pete off just yet, they could have at least a little fun before school starts again. Yeah, just fun.

“Isn’t it about Fuck-Frank o'clock, you can be as loud as you want at his house,” Mikey yelled back, leading Pete into his house by the hand.

Gerard ran downstairs, his red hair either wet or greasy, no one would’ve known. Of course, of fucking course, he didn’t have any pants on. Of fucking course. Gee smirked, probably at the fact that Mikey hadn’t let go of Pete’s hand. Frank followed loosely behind on the steps because of course he’s there. The Way brother said something about how he had already been ‘fucked into insanity’ by the tiny midget that is Frank Iero. How a freshly graduated student even stayed with an unemployed, dirty, sleep deprived art student, Mikey supposes it’s love. That doesn’t mean that Mikey’s happy about the impurity that is now the entire fucking house. Michael holds onto the shred of hope that is the possibility his room remains untouched by Gee or Franks naked dick. The same place he is quickly leading his dick sucking aquaintance to, away from the half naked almost adults.

“Your brother is kind of hot,” Pete teased, at least Mikey hoped it was teasing. Mikey gagged, and Pete, that fucker, laughed at Mikey’s disgust, because Pete is an asshole. An asshole with a cute laugh.

Mikey was actually unsure if Pete was serious, and he couldn’t explain it but it made his gut feel tight to imagine Pete attracted to Gee. Obviously because he didn’t want to imagine anyone attracted to his brother because ew. He turned on his TV, switching it on to whatever was on; a generic straight romance. The noise provided enough distraction for Mikey to avoid Pete, he didn’t know why but he didn’t want to talk to the short one for a while. For the extra unaproachable asshole look, he scrolled tumblr. Mindless scrolling and reblogging had become Mikey’s life since he signed up for the hellsite. It took a part of his soul when he first logged on, and now he’s never going to get it back from the shitposts and porn.

Speaking of porn, as soon as Mikey, follower of blogs that post porn sometimes, opened the app, dicks. Two dicks, actually, and one is inside someone. Thank fuck his sound is off or Pete would’ve been alerted of the kinky ass fucking that is happening on Mikey’s phone. Anyone else would’ve scrolled past quickly, but Mikey, like the dumb ass he is, wanted to watch it to the end. The one on the bottom is tied up with pink rope with a vibrator strapped to his leaking cock. The top was pounding into the other one’s ass, hard and fast. It was perfect, exactly what got Mikey going, and his dumb ass slowly, carefully palmed himself. If only he could hear the moans, fuck, Mikey loved the moans. He could imagine the bottom’s whimpers and screams, and jesus fuck he was hard and aching. He had his slow palm but it wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted to do something to get off, anything.

Mikey was a dumb ass but he was not going to masturbate with Pete in his room. However, Pete had sucked his dick, wouldn’t hurt to return the favor with just a little fun. Okay, seriously he could not just ask for sex or something. Even if, he really wamted to give Pete a blowjob and cum while doing that. “I want to suck your dick.”

The younger just blurted it out, he had almost forgot how fucking little self control he had when he was high. Pete looked at Mikey, the elder was suprised. It seemed, Pete had more self control because he said no. Well, fuck. Mikey looked down, embarrassed, at his hard on. He decided, fuck it, that it was his room, his house and he could jerk off he fucking wanted to. Fuck the rules of aquaintancy, Pete had already seen, felt and tasted Mikey’s penis, surely it wouldn’t be too much of he had to see it again. Mikey threw his phone on his bed and then he threw himself on it.

If he was actually going to do this with this fuck it mentality, he needed some illegal encouragement. Weed lollipops, Mikey had sucked on them while he was masturbating before feeding his fantasies. He opened his bedside drawer, to fnd the cherry flavored weed pops. How in the fuck did anyone put marijuana into a lollipop? Mikey doesn’t have an answer but he’s not complaining. He took off the wrapper, which was loud as shit by the way, and immediately began licking it seductively. Seductively is generous, what he really did was lick around the lolly, leaving green on his lips and gaining the attention of Pete. Shit, the glare Pete was giving him made Mikey’s cock twitch. Fuck. Mikey pulled his jeans and underwear down in one motion, his precum had re-wet his underwear and it stuck to his skin as he pushed it. Little strands of wetness stuck to his inner thighs. The lollipop was sucked into Mikey’s mouth, his tongue was moving around the big intrusion.

Pete was staring, fuck. His eyes were glazed over like he wasn’t even there, Mikey had sobered up some so he knew Pete had too. The younger just wanted to have a little fun and he wanted to get off. He wanted to cum, so bad. Fuck. Mikey sat up, on his knees, pants barely below his ass. He faced Pete, because he was that fucking dumb. Dick hard, leaking onto his sheets and staring down Pete, who was still on a pillow on the floor. Mikey could see Pete’s hand drift towards the bulge in his shorts. He smirked around the lollipop, taking it in one hand and rubbing his leaking head in the other.

Mikey was getting stoned and getting off, at the same fucking time. That was all Mikey aspired to do in his summer life. He never really anticipated he would be fucking his mouth with a lolly and thrusting into his hand while Pete Wentz watched and touched his Pete Wentz dick. Fucking hell, Mikey was going to cum. He slowed his hand down, squeezing with every pump and fucking whimpering. The lolly fell out of his mouth, onto his pant leg, with a moan. His tongue was to his bottom lip as he moaned more. Fuck, he was so loud from just jerking off. After a second, the hand that held the lollipop was on his nipple, pinching under his shirt. It was such a good kind of pain. He moaned a loud, slutty moan. His legs were trembling and he looked at Pete, with his face completely clouded with want. Pete had pulled his shorts below his dick, his shirt riding up every few seconds and his eyes were fixed on Mikey’s body. The younger noticed that Pete wasn’t wearing any underwear at all, fuck. He stopped touching himself at all and got down to where Pete was on all fours as his back arched. He shimmied out of his pants awkwardly, his breath reaching Pete’s dick. Fuck he wanted to taste it.

“Can- can I suck you-suck you off?” Mikey asked through heavy breaths, he really wanted to lick every inch of Pete’s dick.

“No,” Pete answered, he stood up amd forced Mikey back onto the bed, digging in the front pocket of his shorts and pulling out the lube, “I’m going to fuck you, Mikes.”

Mikey nodded and stifled a moan in the back of his throat. Pete slathered lube onto his fingers, without warning he stuck two inside of Mikey. The younger gasped at the cold sensation, he could feel the resistance as Pete tried to thrust his fingers back and forth. It was the same kind of pain he felt when he pinched his nipples, but better. Mikey wanted more.

“Mor-more, condom in- in the ba-back pocket,” the younger moaned out, Pete shoved another finger in as he maneuvered around to get Mikey’s pants.

Mikey could barely breathe between his moans. Pete’s fingers had found his prostate while the shorter shuffled for the condom. Mikey didn’t hold back at all, he came with a shout, all over his stomach and almost up to his face. Pete grabbed the condom, ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on fast. It was like he was an animal in heat, the way he shoved himself inside Mikey. Fast, hard and so much fucking fun, just what got Mikey going. The pain was there, but fuck was it good. So fucking good, but it was too much. Mikey was screaming into his pillow as Pete hit his g-spot over and over, hard. Pete grabbed Mikey’s semi-hard and jerked until Mikey was almost crying with how much he needed to cum.

Mikey begged, tears in his eyes and moans in his throat. Pete smiled at him from above and attached his lips to Mikey’s neck. Sucking. Biting. Thrusting. Mikey came again, on both of their stomachs. And Pete was still fucking him into he matress, still hitting his prostate every single time and biting down on his neck. Mikey was screaming, it was too fucking much.

Finally, Pete moaned a last time as Mikey felt him fill up the condom againat his god damn prostate, still. Holy fucking shit. Pete rode out his orgasm, slowly rocking into Mikey as the younger whimpered and cried. It was too fucking much, but he still wanted more. Fucking hell.

“Pe-pete, too mu- too much, so fucking fu- good. I fucking ha-hate you,” Mikey whimpered helplessly, he couldn’t even move. That’s how drained he was. He couldn’t even close his mouth as Pete fell beside him, finally taking his dick out of Mikey, and fuck if Mikey didn’t chase it. He was absolutely wrecked.

“You know, you are so pretty when you’re fucked out of your mind,” Pete replied, kissing the side of Mikey’s mouth. The younger chased the kiss, succeding this time as Pete’s lips and tongue found their way all over Mikey’s mouth. He tasted like beer and saliva. It was fucking amazing.

“That was the beat fuck of my life,” Mikey said after he had finally caught his breath, about ten minutes later.

“Why didn’t I fuck you sooner?” Pete replied, and the fucker sucked on Mikey’s jawline. Everything felt so fucking good, even just Pete’s hands on Mikey’s hips. He was so sensitive and Pete fucking knew that as he sucked and bit into Mikey. Fuck, this was definitely more than just a little fun.

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