the opener is still playing, and the crowd is growing on the grass below the stage. will is tugging mike along by the chain clipped to his belt loops, eagerly weaving to the front as mike determinedly steers his thoughts away from how heβs being led like a dog.
heβs stumbling a little, already a drink or two in and holding a joint theyβve been passing back and forth. they find a good spot, and will leans in, lips knocking against mikeβs ear, to loudly say over the noise, βif it gets too much we can go to the outskirts, okay?β
mike shakes his head, a bit embarrassed. βiβm good!β
will eyes him, then says, βokay. tell me, though!β
twenty minutes go by, the joint slowly dwindling to nothing. will taps him, and mike accepts the plastic cup will hands over, putting it in his big side pocket to join mikeβs own empty cup β he always drinks a lot faster than will.
βdβyou like it?β will asks, jutting his chin to the stage, where the last song is wrapping up.
mike blinks, nodding. βyeah! βcourse!β
βyour face is just veryβ¦β he swipes a hand across his own exaggeratedly dull face. βbleh!β
βmy face is always like that!β mike laughs.
will giggles and nudges him. βno itβs not!β
willβs insisted several times over the years that mikeβs resting face when heβs interested in something is apparently pretty smiley. mikeβs not sure he buys it, but will swears itβs βcuteβ.
mike shrugs, hiding a smile as the opener thanks the audience.
ten minutes pass, mike swaying side to side as his joints complain about the standing and the cramped space. and then someone comes out of the shadows on stage, messing around with the drums. mike points. βis thatβ?β
willβs hair bounces as he nods, a grin huge on his face. his eyes sparkle in the dim light as he glances at his boyfriend. βyou still doing okay?β
mike sighs. βwillllllβ¦ iβm fine. you donβt have to babysit me.β
βokay, okay! sorry! i justββ he bites his lip nervously. βi know how you get.β
discomfort prickles in mikeβs chest. he doesnβt want to ruin this for will, and he didnβt even do anything! heβs having a good time! yeah, itβs loud, and pretty packed, and heβs a bit overheated. and yeah, his spine already hurts like a bitch from standingβ¦ but thatβd be the same no matter where they are.
and yeah, he does feel a little dizzy from the weed, maybe more than usual, butβ¦ he blinks, realising heβs been staring at willβs flushed face and gleaming eyes and cute teeth nervously nibbling at his plump bottom lip.
will looks guilty for pushing, and mike feels like a piece of shit. βsorry,β he says, lips pressed to willβs ear. βi swear iβm fine!β
will nods, and mike can tell heβs trying not to worry. jesus, maybe mike looks more out of it than he feels. a hot flash runs through him.
mikeβs torn between pretending he feels more normal than he does, and letting will know heβs starting to feel a bit off. willβs furrowed brow as he looks back to the stage settles him β if he lets it get real bad, itβll be more of a fuss than just dealing with it now. βwill!β
βyeah?β willβs attention is fixed on him in an instant.
he leans on willβs shoulder, dragging his lips across his cheekbone in a subtle kiss on the way to his ear. βiβm alright, but iβm gonna crouch next to you for a minute, while i still can. okay?β
will nods, and mike drops to the ground, groaning in relief as he finally stops holding his stupid spine up straight. he sways, off balance, and willβs hand finds his hair, ruffling it sweetly. mike leans against his boyfriendβs leg. itβs nice, to sit at willβs feet like this.
above him, the crowd presses in, but down here he feels like heβs discovered a world of extra, secret space β itβs nowhere near as claustrophobic as standing. will keeps petting his hair, the comfort somehow making his head spin even more.
he can feel himself cooling down, the pads of his fingers digging into the dirt as he sits like a dog on the ground. he still feels hazy, like his head started drifting away a while ago, far from the noise and claustrophobia-inducing crowd. the warmth of willβs leg grounds him.
he hears a sudden surge in applause, and will tugs at his hair. mike whines at the sharp yank sending sparks down his spine β an intoxicated will doesnβt have the best motor control β looking up to see will, glowing in the flashing concert lights, mouth, βitβs starting!β
mike nods, wrapping an arm around willβs leg and pressing his face to his thigh. itβs so dark, and everyone is pressed so close, heβs not sure anyone can even see him. he shuffles closer, turning his body to face will more than the stage he canβt see.
distantly, he knows he should stand, but the thought makes him whine, eyebrows knitted unhappily. heβs so relaxed down here, itβs where he belongs. a glance up confirms will is looking at him, and every time the lights go white mike can see the flush on his face for an instant.
he nuzzles willβs thigh, rough denim against his nose, and peers up at him hopefully. he sees will mouth βfuckβ, quietly, to himself. another tug at his hair. βmichael.β he recognizes that face, those two syllables, even in the darkness. a rush of heat courses through him.
will glances around nervously, but everyone is focused on screaming along to the first song, pounding drums sending vibrations through mikeβs chest. his mouth waters, cheek pressed to willβs thigh, and his gut twists hotly. a ribbon of need winds its way through his hazy mind.
he licks his lips, brushing against the bulge in willβs jeans. willβs fingers tense in his hair, and mike feels a whine escape him, lost in the crush of sound. his head feels full of cotton, fuzzy, distant. will nods shakily, reaching with a clumsy hand to unzip his jeans.
drool trails unnoticed down mikeβs chin, slipping down the column of his throat. he shuffles closer, mouth hanging open, lips shining with spit. willβs eyes dart from side to side, catching the flashing lights, but nobody is paying attention and mikeβs gaze is fixed only on will.
reaching up, he tugs him out of his boxers, nuzzling into the soft fabric and feeling his warm skin press against his cheek. he mouths at the side of willβs cock, and feels him shiver. someone stumbles, bumping into mikeβs leg, but he doesnβt even glance.
the drums pound as he licks a long stripe along the underside of willβs cock, lapping at the top before finally taking him in his mouth. he sees willβs hand shoot up to cover his mouth, stifling a whimper that wouldβve been lost in the noise anyway.
the concert fades to nothing and all mike knows is the weight and taste of will on his tongue, the stretch as he pushes closer, takes him down his throat. the wailing guitar is dull and melded with the hum of the crowd, and will starts to gently, clumsily thrust into his mouth.
a satisfied hum slips from mikeβs throat, and willβs hips stutter at the vibration. mikeβs head is in the clouds, eyes drifting closed and hips rocking idly against nothing. someone brushes against him, and he lets his body sink closer to will, shuffling in.
will pushes his boot closer to mike, and mikeβs cock brushes against the leather through his jeans, a spark of pleasure zipping through his hazy mind. he whimpers, thrusting into willβs boot, the salty-sweet taste of willβs precum slipping down his throat.
his nose smushes against willβs skin, buried in his pubes, and he can smell sweat and precum and the soap they share in their little apartment, and it makes his head spin. his throat is so full, spit dribbling down his chin, he can hardly breathe.
he welcomes it and begs for more, shoving as close as humanly possible. he feels will twitch, hand grasping mikeβs hair tightly as he rocks into him. he pulls out an inch and mike whines, until will slams into him, yanking a choking gasp from mikeβs lips.
will pulls him back and guides his head in a merciless rhythm, not so far gone that heβd continue to lose himself in fucking mikeβs face the way he did for a moment there, when it was so obvious what he was doing.
now he stands still and grips mikeβs hair, sliding him up and down willβs cock. tears stream down mikeβs cheeks as he chokes on it, pushing into the tight hole of his throat easier each time, head empty in a rush of white noise and hazy pleasure.
will finally cums, dripping down mikeβs throat, and mike mindlessly laps at him, swallowing it all and licking him clean where cum and spit smeared his skin. his hips roll dreamily against willβs worn leather boot, and he finishes to the smell of salty sweat and cum.
his face is buried between willβs thighs, rough denim and soft boxers and his softening cock warm against his skin, mikeβs jeans sticky and damp. he breathes him in, head still far away, and will tucks himself back in his pants but lets mike sit there for the rest of the song. heβs not sure what one theyβre on now β he canβt tell how much time has passed.
when he finally stands, legs wobbly, he leans against will, settling his full weight against him. will stumbles, but then loops his arm around mikeβs waist, gripping his chain. mikeβs head finds its home on willβs shoulder, curls brushing willβs soft brown hair.
when the concert ends, heβs come back to himself. but will still leads his good boy along by his chain, weaving through the river of people, his eyes sparkling at the flush on mikeβs cheeks.
