Fluff paragraph11, smut paragraph30
Middle of June. It was dry, and hot. On the brightside, there was warped tour going on. So, atleast that was fun.
Since it was a big event, there was a couple big bands playing- Fall out Boy, The Offspring, Avenged Sevenhold. My Chemical Romance was even there.
Your band was going as some point, and that motivated you to find out when MCR would be there. It was hard not to seem like a total creep, but conaidering you had the fattest crush on Mikey Way, it was pretty hard.
early July, 2005. 8:40 PM
That evening felt strange. First, in the afternoon, you watch My Chemical Romance play. In your eyes, they were amazing. Even better just that you got to watch Mikey Way play.
That evening, you saw him standing in a corner somewhere, and you just had to go up to him. Gosh- it was so scary! Approaching someone you had a crush on, he looked so.. Aloof.
His eyes dragged up from the ground, and eventually rest on you. It took a moment for that bitchy look to flee from his face, but when it did, he gave a quick smile. Great. He probably though you were a fan, and it was going to be akward as shit.
His voice sounded a lot nicer than his face looked. To be honest, he looked pretty mad, but his voice was very gentle.
You two chatted for awhile, and eventually l, he offered to take you back to his tour bus for the night. Obviously, you agreed. How couldn't you agree? He was your fucking idol.
Later that night, you both were laying side by side. Your legs were intertwined together. The other members of My Chem were out, so it was just you two in the tourbus.
A murmur started in his throat, and it almost shook into a giggle.
"Isn't it so fun laying here.. Do nothing..?"
He almost giggles, but he supressed it.
You sighed, and couldn't help but smile. Now that you'd gotten to know him he was quite nice, and pleasant to chat with.
Mikey nodded, his head thudding beside your shoulder dramatically. Nothing happened for awhile, just him laying there. You felt a touch of warmth hit your hand, and you saw his own hand on yours. His thumb was rubbing your wrist slowly. Holy shit. There was nothing polite in your head. His hands were kinda boney, at the same time, they were kind of thick. He had big hands. That's it.
Mikey's head turned up, and he stared at you. Didn't say anything. Just.. Stared. Eventually, a sigh left his lips, and he pursed his lips to your skin.
His eyes were glowing. Despite him looking up at her with tired, narrow eyes, there was so much happiness in them. The light from the lamp behind you hit his eyes perfectly. It made him look less dull.
"Then.. Do something fun."
You murmured, half jokingly. What was he gonna do anyway? He hardly knew you.
For a few long seconds, his eyes bored into yours. Then, his hand slid to your waist, up your chest, then your jaw. Fuck, his hands were so gentle. So were his lips. Small spots on your body kept heating up from his kisses.
"Ts.. Not what I meant.."
The kisses made your voice shake a bit from nerves, and you rolled your head back while your eyes fluttered shut.
The kisses stopped, and his eyes met yours again. It made a knot form in your stomach. Like all your organs twisted together.
Both your eyes met, his having a more distant look in them, while yours were wide with content.
He glanced sideways at the door, then back up at you. His hand slipped down your chest, waist, and slowly slipped his hands under your waistband.
A question almost uttered from your mouth, but it was cut off by a sharp feeling where his fingers were. His fingers began just lightly caressing your clit- teasing. Throughout the whole process, he maintained steady eye contact.
Once he assumed you were comfortable with what he was doing, he inserted his middle finger into you.
A breathy moan escaped your lips, your head tipped back, eyes fluttering. Despite trying to contain yourself, a stream of breathy, quiet moans.
A second finger entered, and the pace gradually got quicker. It felt warm, and almost liquidy. Like there was a little discharge leakage. But that was all.
It felt like a wonderful bliss. It made your whole body warm. His fingers in you, pumping in and out steadily, and now those little kisses he was peppering along your collar.
Right as you finished the word, his pace quickened, fingers sliding in and out rapidly. Fuck- you forgot he played bass.
You're lips parted, and a scream nearly left them, but his lips prevented it. His tounge entered your mouth, fingers still quick paced.
The door to the tourbus rattled, and his fingers immediately slipped out of you. A quick peck was the last bit of touch he left you with, before springing up.
