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The warped tour had been going well. Better than anyone in any of the bands could have imagined. Each of the bands had bonded, come together, grouped up in various ways and everything was going well, everyone had made new discoveries every day, something about themselves, or the people around them and it was an exciting time.

For Pete Wentz, it had been an especially exciting time, he had discovered Mikey Way. Right at the beginning of the tour he found Mikey, and uncovered his many layers to find the little broken sub boy hiding underneath. He loved Mikey wholeheartedly. Mikey had needed some training, and some patience, but he had grown him in to a perfect sub. Desperate to please Pete and his needs and Pete was desperate to please and nurture Mikey back, he gave him everything he could and would offer him the world if he could have bottled it.

“You did good today baby, I am very proud of you, I know you get nervous before going on but you did so good” Mikey smiled and Pete, his eyes grew bright at his praise, not even Gee could make Mikey feel this good. Pete gently fingered Mikey’s hair, running his hair though his dark locks, Mikey hummed and smiled to himself. That always felt good. “You can have a nice present if you want one Mikey, you get to choose” Mikey smiled and opened his mouth, as wide as he could and looked up at Pete. Pete smiled and unzipped his jeans, he stroked himself a few times and slid his cock in to Mikey’s beautiful, perfect mouth. Pete grinned as he watched Mikey’s lips stretch across his thick cock, he took Mikey by the head and held him still while he fucked Mikey’s mouth. Pete soon built up a steady rhythm and moaned to himself, “Suck harder baby” and Mikey did, as hard as he could, he wanted to please Pete as much as possible. Pete had dedicated so much time to him recently and he loved to please him, but just to feel Pete in his mouth was amazing. Pete sped up, he looked down and saw Mikey’s eyes were trained on Pete’s face, even when Pete wasn’t looking at him Mikey’s eyes always were up, looking directly at him, just as Pete showed him to. Their eyes met and Pete felt a warmth of affection spread across his chest, he loved face fucking his baby boy, such a beautiful thing for them to share and it was just for them and no one else. Pete was a jealous person and he had told that to Mikey straight from the start so that there would be no confusion, but Mikey was always so easy to please Pete, Pete felt confident that he had no reason to worry. Pete breathing started to break and he lost his rhythm slightly, he was so close. He moved his hands down Mikey’s head and held his face in his hands. Pete kept his focus on Mikey’s face as he come, straight down the back of Mikey’s throat. He watched, smiling, as Mikey gulped him down greedily. Pete withdrew and run his fingers down Mikey’s cheek and looked at him lovingly, he bend down behind Mikey and untied the rope that bound his wrists, “Stand up baby” Mikey stood stiffly and Pete couldn’t help but notice Mikey’s cock, standing to attention, leaking precum across Mikey’s naked belly, Pete slid his hand round and pumped Mikey a few times “We’ll leave that for later” Pete grinned cheekily, Mikey raised an eyebrow but said nothing, he knew better than that.

The nightly band get together was always a laugh. The bands, the stage hands, all the helpers, managers, everyone possible got together for a drink and to unwind, on the nights that they could anyway. This night was no exception, the beer flowed freely throughout the Warped camp and spirits were high. Mikey had been told by Pete that he had a free reign that night, the bands went playing the next day and Pete normally curtailed alcohol use as he knew it interfered with Mikey’s training and it helped Mikey keep a clear head for on stage, but Pete was so happy with Mikey he gave him licence to just enjoy himself “Be careful Michael, I mean it though. You get drunk and get in to trouble I will be angry with you. Do you understand Mikey?” “Yes Pete I understand you” and Mikey smiled broadly and trotted off to find his brother.

A few hours later Pete was strolling through the back stages, he was considering making his way back to the tour bus, and he actually missed Mikey’s company, so maybe he should go looking for him. He sometimes felt a pang of guilt, and now was one of those times. Pete loved being with Mikey, he wanted to keep Mikey for himself but that meant sometimes keeping him away from his brother and the guys in his band. Mikey always said it was cool but Pete knew it also wasn’t fair on Mikey sometimes, he needed to spend time with his own band and especially his own brother, seeing as they were so close.

He heard a row of noise and Pete went to investigate, there was Frank from My Chem and Joe and Andy and he didn’t know who else doing, fuck, he couldn’t quite see. Pete altered his direction and went to investigate and as he moved closer, something caught his attention. Something familiar, a sound he recognised and a shape he kinda knew, in between some of the set cages. Pete screwed up his eyes and moved closer towards the forms half hidden away, curious.

Pete stopped in his tracks and growled in his throat. He started to shake, instantly, and his jaw locked tight. There was some stage hand dude.............and there was Mikey. Mikey was drunk, more than drunk, and he was pushed against one of the cages, he was swaying slightly but had his hand stretched out behind him trying to put some distance? Trying to push away? some stage hand. The stage hand was busy pushing Mikey’s shirt up and trying to get his hands round Mikey’s waist, trying to grab at his belt. Pete started forward and ran towards the pair of them, the stage hand looked and saw him coming, but far too late, before he could say anything the stage hand had the full force of Pete fist connected to his face, throwing him to the floor. “ARRRRGH what the actual fuck Wentz?” “Don’t fucking talk to me like that you scumbag piece of shit. Get your fucking hands off my boyfriend!” Pete threw himself forward and picked the stage hand up by the shirt and threw him against the cage “What did you do? What did you do to Mikey? Did you fuck him? Tell me you fucker” “No no Pete nothing like that, we aint done nothing, I was trying to get his pants off when you showed up” Pete was shaking with anger and his voice was broken “You fucking asshole tell one person about tonight and I swear I will have to kicked off the tour. AFTER I have finished with you. Do you understand me?” “Yes Pete” “Good now fuck off” he dropped the stage hand and he ran away. Pete closed his eyes and just breathed, trying to calm himself. He cleared his throat and moved round and turned his attention to Mikey.

Mikey was standing there, he was trembling slightly, slightly from the cold, but also cos he knew. He just knew. His eyes were fixed firmly on the ground. As Pete moved slowly towards him, Mikey slid to his knees. He never did that in public, ever, but this moment Mikey would have crawled on his hands and knees, through the crowds and his own brother to try and make this up to Pete. Pete swallowed “Why Mikey?” Mikey lip trembled and tears started to run down his face but Mikey couldn’t talk, he couldn’t speak. Pete bent down towards him “Your lucky the only people who will know about this is us and that brat. Get up” Mikey stood, eyes fixed firmly to the ground. “Come with me back to the trailer” and Mikey complied, now almost completely sober, his heart felt heavy and he was intolerably sad as he followed Pete to the Fall Out Boy tour bus.

When inside Mikey fell to his knees and kept his gaze to the floor, but Pete stood straight in front of him “Eyes up”, Mikey hesitated, he couldn’t, but not doing so would just make everything so much worse. Mikey swallowed and looked at Pete, tears streaking his face, lips trembling “I'm sorry Pete”. Pete said nothing for a moment, he looked Mikey straight in the eye and then spoke “This is why I'm not happy with you drinking, you lose your control, you forget who you belong to and your mine. I have invested so much time on to us I am not prepared to lose you, when you decide to whore yourself out to some back stage brat in tight pants, do you understand me?” “Yes Pete. Pete please I'm sorry please give me another chance please I love you please” Pete stroked his hair and shushed him “I’m not letting you go Mikey, but you can not and you will not, behave like this. Do you understand?” “Yes of course Pete, I won’t do it ever again Pete” Pete smiled “And I know you won’t, strip” Mikey scrambled up and took off his clothes quickly, while Pete got a drink of water and locked the doors on to the tour bus. “On your knees facing the kitchen” Mikey complied straight away and felt Pete move to behind Mikey. “What did you do with him Mikey” “Absolutely nothing Pete, you got to us before anything happened” “Ok Mikey I believe you, but that does not take away the fact you should have not allowed yourself to get in that position. Do you understand that?” “Yes I do Pete” “You understand what will happen next Mikey?” Mikey swallowed “Yes Pete” Tell me what Mikey” “Your gonna punish me Pete” “Why Mikey?” Pete moved around to face Mikey and tipped his head towards him with a finger tip “Cos I wasn’t careful and I lost control and I could have got in to trouble with the kid” Pete smiled “That’s it exactly Mikey” Pete sighed sadly.

Pete moved and sat on the couch. He looked at the naked Mikey kneeling on the floor in front of him “Come here” he said quietly. Mikey stood and moved towards Pete “Take off my belt” and Mikey knelt on the floor, and with trembling hands undid Pete’s belt and pulled it through the loops of his jeans. He handed it to him with his head down and with small beads of sweat forming on his head. Pete patted his lap “lay across my lap, I want your backside right here” Mikey’s throat was tight as he tried to swallow. He got up and laid across Pete lap as instructed. Pete kneaded Mikey’s backside for a moment. Then without warning Pete brought his hand up and slapped Mikey hard across his cheek. Mikey flinched at the feeling, the sharp slap then the warm afterglow, and he grunted slightly in his throat. Pete struck again and then again, if there was one thing you could rely on a bass player for and that was good rhythm, and Pete hand plenty. He spanked Mikey’s ass, one cheek to another, building the momentum and the ferocity. After a while Mikey started to whine, he screwed his hands up in to balls, the stinging pain was almost constant and he was getting more than uncomfortable. But suddenly Pete stopped and Mikey breathed heavily and rested his head on his arm. But his relief was short lived as he felt the whip of Pete’s belt strike right the way across his backside, Mikey jolted up with the sharp sting and curled around himself “Get back down” Pete said firmly through gritted teeth. Mikey lowered himself back on to Pete’s lap and closed his eyes, he knew his punishment would be harsh, he didn’t anticipate how harsh. Pete continued to use his belt on Mikey, Pete wanted Mikey to learn and not to forget, he was too afraid to lose him to allow that to happen. Mikey on the other hand strangely welcomed his beating, he knew Pete only did it to guide him along, to help him, he knew Pete loved him insanely. Mikey knew deep down that if Pete hadn’t had reacted this way he may have felt slightly disappointed. None of these things mattered right now though, all Mikey could feel was the searing pain of the belt and the tears welling upside him, his body gently rocking against Pete’s knees along with his onslaught. Neither of them where aware that Joe had decided to quickly pop back to the bus, but had stopped about 5 ft away from the door. He could hear a sharp slapping sound and the muffled cries of someone whining and, yeah he decided to leave it.

The bus soon fell silent, Mikey wept on the couch and Pete tended to his ass. It radiated heat and a redness that looked like he had been burnt in a fire. Pete used a cold wet towel and cooled Mikey down, while Mikey murmured to himself and tried to relax in to Pete’s touch.
The following day was scorching hot but it was beautiful. FOB had done their set and the My Chem guys were waiting in the wings for their turn. Mikey was waiting alongside the stage, he was having a quiet moment to himself and was standing in a shady spot, with a cool breeze. His jeans were proving to be a problem, rubbing against his sore backside, it made Mikey feel distinctly uncomfortable and he was having trouble hiding his pained expression away from his brother, who had asked him repeatedly if he was ok. My Chem were called to the set and Mikey began to move, but right at that point someone grabbed his arm from behind him, swung him round and pushed him back in to his shaded spot. Pete pushed himself forward and captured Mikey in a kiss that tasted of lust and want. “Pete I have to go” Pete smiled and grabbed on to Mikey’s arm and twisted him around, Mikey gulped “Please Pete I’ll get the guys in to trouble if were late up” Pete said nothing but Mikey could feel something cold and wet on his arm “After the set you come back to my bus, you make your excuses, you say what you want and you run. Straight to the bus, you get in strip and get on your fucking knees. Then we talk” Mikey looked at Pete, he wasn’t angry, this wasn’t a test, he looked devilish and cheeky, and he smiled slyly at Mikey. Mikey was open mouthed but he nodded and Pete pushed up against Mikey for another kiss and Mikey could feel Pete was hard, rock hard in his jeans. Pete moved away and wiped the spit off his chin “I want you straight after” he threw over his shoulder as he left. Mikey exhaled deeply, picked up his bass and rushed to the set.

Yeah he got a few looks while he was playing, Gerard had began to ask him, but Mikey cut him short with a ‘don’t ask’ and so he didn’t, a few people sniggered but Mikey didn’t care. He was slightly distracted during the set but he knew he was gonna be seeing Pete after so he didn’t care.

As soon as the set was done, Mikey made his excuses and ran, as fast as he could, back to the Fall Out Boy tour bus. It was boiling in the afternoon sun and he was sweating profusely when he got there. He caught his breath at walked up the step to the door, he opened it and thankfully, it was dark and cool inside, but with no sign of Pete. Mikey entered the bus without saying anything, took off his clothes and knelt on the floor. He wasn’t nervous at all, excited maybe, he didn’t even care if one of the other guys come in and saw him naked on the floor. They knew him and Pete were an item, so what if they saw him on the floor waiting for him. Mikey closed his eyes and stilled himself as the door behind him opened, a warm breeze crept in and Mikey smiled as he recognised Pete’s footsteps. Pete laced in fingers in Mikey’s damp hair and moaned gently “Good boy Mikey, you are so good at following instructions” Mikey smiled “What did I write on your arm Mikey?” Mikey twisted his arm towards himself to take another look “ ‘Easy’ Pete” “Why did I write that Mikey” “Erm cos I acted like I was easy to the stage hand yesterday?” Pete chuckled, “Yes you did Mikey, you are right but that is not the answer I am looking for, have another guess” “Oh erm, because I am easy train?” Mikey suggested hopefully, Pete smiled again “You’re not wrong Mikey, your getting there, but still not quite what I am looking for” Mikey thought as hard as he could but ended up shaking his head “I don’t know Pete” Pete lent in and whispered in to Mikey’s ear, making his shiver “Your easy Mikey” Pete lips were practically touching Mikey’s ear “Your an easy fuck, because you are such a slut.” Pete put the emphasis on the ‘t’. Mikey heart raced, “but you’re my slut and I like you that way, do you understand? Mikey nodded “You are easy Mikey because unless I was here to protect you, you would have every dick in the state up your ass wouldn’t you?” Mikey swallowed, but nodded. Pete moved around and stood in front of Mikey, but to Mikey’s surprise he crouched down so they were face to face. He took Mikey’s chin gently in his hand and smiled warmly at him “Your easy Mikey, cos that is how you make my life, easy. No matter what else happens I have you and you make me happy, my life is simple, it’s easy” Mikey smiled, and Pete moved in for a kiss. He pushed Mikey backwards and Mikey landed on the floor with a bang, he struggled his legs out from underneath him all the while Pete kissed him, and lay there, waiting for instructions, ferociously kissing Pete as hard as he could.

Pete drew back after a while, and sat back on his legs, he looked at Mikey, sweating, hard, with swollen lips and his hair sticking to his face. He felt possessive and happy, how lucky was it that he ended up with Mikey on this tour, laying with him waiting to be used and to please him, it was incredible. Pete dug in to his pocket, and took out the lube, he undid his jeans and took out his own throbbing cock, and palmed the head, looking for a bit of release there. He lubed himself up and pushed himself back on to Mikey. He took each leg of Mikey’s in a hand and bent them towards Mikey’s chest. But Mikey hissed sharply and Pete stopped. He lowered the legs and twisted Mikey on to his side. He had forgotten about Mikey’s ass. It was red raw in places, bruised in others and in others the skin was slightly split. Pete didn’t regret what he did, but he didn’t want to hurt Mikey now either. “I won’t ever do that ever again Pete I promise. I forgot just how much I meant to you but I will never forget again. Promise” Mikey whispered. Pete chest grew hot, he was so proud of his baby right now. Pete smiled “Stand up lets go somewhere more comfortable” Pete took Mikey in to the bedroom and let him lie face down on the bed. Pete fucked him through the sheets, he loved pounding in to Mikey and Mikey loved it to, and instead of the quiet reserved Mikey he normally got, Mikey hissed and moaned all the way through, which turned Pete on more than he could have ever imagined. Pete lent forward and wrapped his arms around Mikey so Mikey was completely enveloped by him. It felt amazing.

When all was done, the two men laid together in the bunk. Pete gently kissed Mikey’s forehead, and Mikey smiled in to it, then suddenly Pete remembered something “Oh dude I got you a present” “Aww goody I love presents!” Pete stretched round and got a bag from under his bunk “We have one each” Pete gave Mikey a handful of material he unravelled it. Mikey smiled “I love it”

When both the men left later that night to meet the others for a drink, Mikey hadn’t bothered to try and scrub the ‘Easy’ from his arm, he decided not to. He thought it matched his ‘Sweet Little Dudes’ shirt, perfectly.