The Concept Of It All

Mikey let out a gasp as Pete began to suck on his neck. His jagged breaths soon turned into moans once Pete found his sweet spot, just like he did all the other times. Mikey didn't know why he even agreed to this in the first place. Wait, yes he did. It was because Pete asked him to. And he would do anything for Pete. Anything. But this was a little too much "anything." He should've seen this coming the moment Pete had added "with benefits" to the end of their friendship. Pete was a user and Mikey was his latest victim. But for some reason, that made Mikey love him more. Whenever he thought Pete didn't want him, the purple spots on his neck reassured him. Pete doesn't even swing that way. Or maybe he did, but Mikey was the only guy he's ever really had sex with so there's no real way to tell. So for now, Mikey is the exception. It was never awkward and there were no feelings involved on Pete's end. Mikey's was a different story. The make-out sessions on his couch, his stained sheets, the skin on skin contact, it meant the world to Mikey. Pete loved him, just not the way Mikey wanted him to. But every late Friday night, he could pretend like he did. It's the concept of it all. So that's how Mikey ends up in his room with Pete sticking his lube covered fingers up his ass. "Oh god Pete," he moans out because Pete just so happened to right away hit that spot (which at this point, Mikey believes he memorized the location of it). And Pete continues to pump his fingers in and out, adding a second, then a third until he decides Mikey is ready. He then proceeds to lather his dick in lube and positions himself behind Mikey. Mikey bites his lip as Pete slides into him, then pausing so that he can adjust. "You okay?" Pete asks, like he always does. And Mikey nods, like he always does. Pete then begins to slowly thrust into Mikey, going faster as Mikey's moans and the speed of his breathing increases. Mikey is in heaven. Eventually Mikey releases his load onto his sheets (he was going to change them later anyway,) and Pete slides out of Mikey, and Mikey instinctively begins to jerk Pete off until he reaches his climax too. The two lie down on the sticky, stained sheets and stare at the ceiling. Mikey turns to Pete and says the same thing as he always does, "I love you." Pete closes his eyes and sighs, "I know," he pauses for a minute, "I'm sorry." Mikey turns away, "I know." Pete doesn't look at him for the rest of the night. He doesn't know why he does this to himself. The lack of warmth in the morning is worse than a hangover. He guesses it's just the concept of it all.

Notes

Hey guys! Wrote this to make up for the fact that I haven't updated Hitman or 12 Shots and I feel bad. I'll update them very soon, I promise. ~Lookalivescrimshaw