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Mikey knew what was going on. It was difficult not to pick up on Josh’s expressions, how his face would scrunch. He’d reach for his knee instinctively before gripping and squeezing his upper arm instead, leaving a red spot behind on his skin. He tried to avoid using his cane on show days, but Mikey had caught sight of him using it to get around the green room before everyone else arrived. It was hard to convince Josh to simply admit that his knee was hurting him, although Mikey could understand why. They were all close, so God forbid any of them got fussy over him or the idea of canceling got floated. But, still, he couldn’t not go check on Josh tonight, especially after seeing him carefully hobble off stage after a short “thank you.”
While Dean, Troy, and Jon intended to find a bar in the city to mingle with friends, Mikey decided to head back to the hotel. Josh had been ushered away early, so now was as good a time as any to ensure he was okay without distractions. Mikey mulled over his plan on the ride over, and again as he made his way through the hotel halls and stood before the door after knocking.
They hadn’t fucked around with each other since they were last in the studio. It had just been them for a few months, and it became challenging to outrun any curious thoughts that had been lingering beneath the surface. Josh and Mikey had always been close, so shifting into a temporary friends-with-benefits relationship was easy, bringing them closer. Things ended as recording finished and seemed unlikely to resume once promotion and touring began. Neither had spoken about what had gone down, which Mikey was more or less at peace with. But there was no denying that he missed the sex. Josh’s over-the-top affection on stage didn’t help matters.
It took a couple of minutes of waiting, listening to the sound of feet moving and a string of swears, before Josh finally answered. He didn’t appear any worse for wear than usual, perking up when he saw it was Mikey. Maybe he was starting to feel better, or maybe he finally got enough alcohol in his system to ignore the pain.
“Hey, man, come on in,” Josh said. “Did the guys go out tonight?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t feel up to it tonight, ya know?” The door closed behind Mikey as he entered, and he could feel the anxiety start to build for real now.
“Of course I do. I’m here, aren’t I?” Josh asked with a lopsided grin. “So, what’s up? Your room suck or something?”
“Nah. Just wanted to see you.” Josh placed a hand over his heart, playing up how touched he was by the notion. Mikey knew it wasn’t going to last long. “I also wanted to ask what’s been up with your knee.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He was restraining himself, anger beginning to tinge his words. Dropping his hand, Josh sat heavily on one end of a comfy-looking loveseat. “I’ve never felt better, actually. I’m as spry as a fucking spring chicken.”
“Listen, listen, it’s fine, I’m just, I wanted to–”
“Unless you’re here to suck my dick, I don’t need fucking help with anything.”
“Well, actually. About that.”
Josh raised a brow. A moment passed where neither said anything. Tentatively, he licked his lips and said, “You’re fucking with me, Shoes.”
“No, man, I’m fucking not.” His heart was pounding. Yeah, maybe it was stupid to show up like this, but it was too late now. It wasn’t a plan Mikey had thoroughly thought out. Show up, offer a blowjob to help distract Josh from his pain, and allow Mikey to finally get his hands and mouth back on that cock. Simple enough, albeit stupid, but maybe that was the anxiety coursing through his veins. “It’ll help, won’t it?”
“Fuck, man. I guess it would be a win-win, huh?”
“That was the plan.”
“‘The plan’?” Josh chuckled. “If you wanted to fuck, you could of just said so.”
Mikey’s face turned pink. “Do you want me to suck your dick or not?” he asked firmly. For once, Josh showed some restraint and kept his mouth shut. He relaxed against the cushions and spread his thighs. Mikey didn’t hesitate, dropping to his knees between the older man’s legs and unbuckling his belt. “For the record, I am concerned about your knee.”
“Don’t get started–”
“We don’t need you breaking anything, ya know?” Mikey undid the button and unzipped his jeans. He could practically drool in anticipation of getting Josh’s cock out. “God forbid you hurt your hip tonight, old man.”
“Are you being a fucking brat on purpose?”
Mikey grinned, grabbing at the obvious hard-on through Josh’s jeans. “Maybe I am. Why? You have a problem with that, Daddy?”
Josh’s big, tattooed hand grabbed a handful of Mikey’s hair, pulling his head back with a sharp yank that made Mikey’s cock throb desperately as he gasped in surprise. There was a wolfish smile on Josh’s lips, the shitty hotel lighting gleaming off his gold tooth. Josh grabbed Mikey’s jaw with his free hand, looking over him with those hungry blue eyes.
“You better watch that pretty mouth of yours, boy,” he said lowly. “It’s been a while, and I may not be so nice.”
A white-hot flash of heat shot straight to Mikey’s crotch as he nodded. Josh grumbled out a pleased little “good” before pulling Mikey up and meeting him partway for a kiss. Mikey melted into it with a soft moan, his hands gently grabbing at the front of Josh’s shirt. Despite how rough Josh could be, there was always a tenderness behind his touch. The kiss ended with a small nip at Mikey’s bottom lip. Josh released his hold on Mikey as he leaned back again, lifting his ass off the couch so Mikey could pull down his jeans and underwear.
“All the way off,” Josh instructed.
Mikey felt his heart stammer, mouth slightly agape as he stared up at him. With a slight nod, he promptly began removing both articles of clothing with deliberate intention. Now that he was on his knees, his desire burned brighter, hotter. He had to rein in his excitement and slow down, not wanting this to go so fast that it ended earlier than either would like. Seeing Josh’s cock out and within reach made everything more real, and Mikey realized just how badly he wanted this.
The jeans came off, and Josh had another instruction before anything else could happen. “Fold them,” he said with a smirk on his face. Mikey felt like his skin was on fire, and he was sure he was visibly pink enough to prove it. “You haven’t forgotten how to listen, have you?” he asked, an edge of teasing laced in his words.
Shaking his head, both to clear his lust-fogged brain and to confirm no, Mikey began folding the jeans. He sat them aside and folded the underwear for good measure before finally reaching for the dick he so desperately wanted. Mikey hadn’t seen many dicks in person, but he was willing to bet this was the most well-endowed one he’d ever come across. Deliciously thick, it had stretched his mouth, his ass, always leaving behind a small but pleasant ache that he would think of fondly the next day. The impressive length lay against Josh’s soft stomach, and Mikey slowly licked up the entire shaft once, twice, maintaining eye contact with Josh, whose blue eyes were just rings around his dilated pupils.
Josh exhaled sharply, cursing under his breath as he reached for his cigarettes, fighting his lighter before getting it lit and taking a long drag. It was intoxicating. Mikey watched through half-closed eyes as Josh blew the smoke out the corner of his mouth. He could feel his head spin, instantly wanting to take a drag, but he knew that Josh wouldn’t share. Not right now, not when Mikey’s mouth was supposed to be busy. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and brought the head up to his lips, placing it between them and teasing it with his tongue. It didn’t last long, though, as much as Mikey enjoyed drawing out the process. He took the head into his mouth, savoring the way Josh deeply groaned and his cock throbbed in Mikey’s hand.
“Fucking forgot how good you look when you’re down there, boy,” Josh said with a huffed laugh. “Consider me fully fucking distracted now.”
A heavy but comforting hand rested on the back of Mikey’s neck as he moaned around the cock, dragging his tongue on the underside whenever possible. His eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself. Thankful that he didn’t have a sensitive gag reflex, Mikey went as deep as he could, feeling the tip touch the back of his throat. A groan came out of Josh that urged Mikey to continue. The familiar ache of his mouth and jaw straining to take it all began to creep up and he welcomed it eagerly.
Mikey could nearly feel his mind go blank with how fucking cock-hungry he felt. Having never dwelled on it before, Mikey couldn’t believe how much he had truly missed this. It was a mounting tidal wave he had successfully ignored till now, but with it crashing down, he wasn’t sure how he could only do this just this once. If given the opportunity, he’d do this every fucking day for Josh.
The hand on his neck tightened briefly before moving into his hair to grab a fistful. Mikey was pulled off Josh’s cock, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath to fill his empty lungs while his senses came flooding back. He brought a hand up to his chin at the realization he had slobbered like a dog with a bone in his mouth, wiping away the spit that had gathered. Meeting Josh’s hungry gaze made his cock throb almost painfully hard as it strained against his jeans, balls churning with a desperate need for a release of his own.
“Be careful, for Christ’s sake. I can’t be replacing my fucking bassist in the middle of a tour because you choke to death on my fucking dick,” Josh teased, sounding strained and just as breathless as Mikey felt.
Josh stamped out his cigarette, then reached his hand out, caressing Mikey’s face and stroking his cheek with his thumb– the gentle with the rough. Mikey nuzzled against the open palm, his breathing returning to normal as he ran his hands along Josh’s thick thighs. Josh’s thumb moved to trace Mikey’s pink, swollen lips before pushing between them. The grip on his hair never loosened. It was impossible for Mikey to bite back a content little sigh, eyelids feeling heavy as he sucked and licked. The moment was relaxing, and Mikey nearly felt his brain slip away again, but not before Josh pulled the hand away and slapped him across the cheek in a solid strike. He gasped hard but smiled widely.
Then, Josh was shoving his cock back into Mikey’s mouth, face-fucking him roughly, almost greedily. Mikey sucked him the best he could as his hands gripped Josh’s hips and held on tight, his fingers squeezing into the soft flesh. Small praises fell from Josh’s mouth between his senseless groaning. That alone could have sent Mikey over, and he was half worried he’d finish in his pants before ever getting to touch himself. There was drool pouring down his chin again as he moaned around Josh, relishing in his mouth being used even as he gagged a little. Josh shoved his cock as deep into Mikey’s mouth as possible, holding him there until Mikey tapped his hip twice. When he came up, Josh smashed their lips together in an aggressive kiss and wordlessly urged Mikey to join him on the couch.
Neither broke the kiss as Mikey clambered up. He didn’t entirely make it onto the couch, partially falling on top of Josh, but both seemed satisfied with the position as Mikey began grinding his crotch against Josh’s thigh and jerking him off. Below him, Josh was heavily breathing as he rocked his hips, trying to keep pace with Mikey’s rhythm but clearly getting close to release. Josh was senselessly groping Mikey everywhere, kissing him desperately as he unraveled further and further. Mikey matched the energy with ease, yanking on Josh’s hair and pulling his head back to kiss down his jaw and reach his neck. He bit and sucked against the tender flesh just enough to elicit needy moans from Josh but not so hard that he’d leave a mark.
With a shout, Josh pulled Mikey back against his mouth to muffle his moan as he came, senselessly fucking into Mikey’s hand. Mikey swallowed Josh’s moan as he gently worked the head of his cock and come covered his hand. Josh held Mikey’s head in both his hands as their kiss turned languid, then pulled back, eyes glancing down and grinning meanly.
“Looks like you need to clean up, boy,” he rasped.
Mikey didn’t need to be told twice, climbing off Josh’s lap as he went down again. He ran his tongue along the top where most of the come had gathered. The mild taste made it easy to swallow as he eagerly lapped every drop left behind. Still sensitive, Josh inhaled sharply when Mikey took him back into his mouth, sucking and licking lazily. He couldn’t resist a small hum of approval while listening to the soft sounds Josh was making. It didn’t help the growing desperation in the pit of his stomach as his cock ached for release.
Satisfied with his cleanup job, Mikey nuzzled his face into Josh’s stomach as he stroked his hair. “You’re gonna let me help you out in the future, right?” he asked, looking up to see Josh’s face.
“Well, shit, how could I say no after such a convincing argument?” Josh replied. He gave a cheesy smile, and then his face went serious. “Stand up.”
Mikey’s heart skipped a beat, but he did as he was told, shakily rising to his feet. Josh sat up straight, moving the edge of the couch as he focused on Mikey’s belt. Mikey felt his face go hot at how much precum had leaked out of him and coated the tip of his cock. Any embarrassment was knocked out of him, though, as Josh took him in his hand.
“What am I going to do with you?” Josh mused, mainly to himself. His strokes were slow and drawn out, and Mikey began to buck into his fist before Josh grabbed his hip to stop him.
“Fuck, Josh–”
“Sorry, who?”
Their little game wasn’t over, and the realization made his balls tighten, the coil of pleasure inside him threatening to snap. “Daddy,” Mikey whined, sounding strained and needy. “Daddy, please, I need to– I don’t think I can last long like this.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg, boy. Do it some more for me.”
God, Mikey could cry from how badly he needed to come. “I need it, Daddy, I need it so fucking bad– fuck.” He let out a low moan as Josh began jerking him off properly, dropping his hand from Mikey’s hips to his balls and palming them roughly, pleasure tinted with pain that sent him hurtling closer to the edge. He could barely stand straight, legs threatening to fold as he grabbed Josh by the shoulders and squeezed his eyes shut. “Please, please, Daddy, that’s what I fucking need.”
“You’ve been so fucking good to me tonight,” Josh praised, practically purring. “Where do you want to finish?”
“Your mouth, your mouth, Daddy, please–”
Mikey cut himself with a loud cry as Josh took his cock into his mouth. His hands moved from Josh’s shoulders into his hair, gripping tightly as his orgasm hit him immediately. Wave after wave of relief and pleasure rocked his body and for a moment, Mikey thought he would black out from the intensity. He felt lightheaded and his breathing was ragged as he unloaded in Josh’s soft, warm mouth. Josh’s tongue was sinful on his cock, running along the bottom of it as he swallowed down every last bit of come.
Josh pulled Mikey down into his lap, holding him tightly in his arms as he began kissing his neck sweetly and muttering more praises. Mikey was thoroughly spent and spent the next few minutes catching his breath and enjoying the attention. When his heart finally stopped feeling like it would burst from his chest, Mikey touched his palm to Josh’s cheek and kissed him. Josh smiled against his lips, returning the kiss with no hesitation. It was slow, the heat between them having cooled to a smolder as they savored each other.
“I should probably get going,” Mikey said, breaking the kiss reluctantly.
“Unfortunately,” Josh replied. He gave Mikey another peck on the lips before capturing his chin in his hand. “Thanks for lending me a helping hand.”
“You know me, man. I’m always here for you. I mean it.”
Josh laughed, then gave Mikey another kiss. “Alright, enough sentimental bullshit. Go make yourself look nice before you leave.”
Mikey stood and tucked his cock back into his jeans before smoothing down his hair. Truth be told, he didn’t want to go anywhere. It was ridiculous, but he hoped Josh would ask him to reconsider and stay. He wanted to crawl into bed with Josh and wake up to his handsome face first thing in the morning. Hell, maybe even have a round two before they fell asleep for the night. But the request never came, and Mikey wasn’t entirely surprised.
Josh had put his underwear back on as Mikey fixed himself up, stretching his long limbs before standing. He offered to walk Mikey out, and there was an unknowable tension between them as they hovered silently by the door. There were many things Mikey wanted to say, but they died on the tip of his tongue as Josh flashed him a little smile. He felt Josh’s thick tattooed fingers brush against his hand and then hook around his, not entirely hand-holding but close enough that it warmed Mikey’s stomach. It seemed like Josh wanted to say something, but like Mikey was experiencing, it never came out. Instead, Josh casually played with Mikey’s fingers between him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mikey said, feeling a little proud it didn’t come out as sad-sounding as he expected.
“Not if I see you first,” Josh replied smoothly.
With a little laugh, Mikey reluctantly pulled his hand away and opened the door. As he stepped out, a solid smack to the ass made him turn around with an expression somewhere between surprise and amusement. Josh was leaning against the doorframe and smiling widely. He gave a big cheesy wink that made Mikey blush as he gave a smile back. “Goodnight, Shoes,” Josh crooned.
“Night, Daddy," Mikey said, catching Josh entirely off guard. He recovered quickly, though, and laughed as he disappeared into his room with a wave.
Left alone in the hall, Mikey stared at the door for a moment as he replayed what had just happened between them. What a mess. He turned and walked down to his room, which felt like a hundred miles away, his legs and mind feeling heavy. Once in, he kicked his shoes off and undressed before climbing straight into bed, relieved that things weren’t over between them. Short-term, they had all of their remaining tour dates. Long-term? Well, Mikey would stress about that later. Exhaustion took him as his head hit the pillow, getting one of the better nights of sleep he’d had in weeks.