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Awsten was used to working his ass off to further his band's success. He had spent all his free time that most people his age used to socialize and party handing out fliers for upcoming shows. He had kicked out band members. He had cold called labels and promoters. He had lied about how many tickets Waterparks could sell.
So when he heard that he could potentially get Mikey Fucking Way of My Chemical Romance to play bass on their third EP; he decided that he would do ANYTHING it took to make it happen, no matter what.
Awsten had somehow gotten Benji and Joel Madden of Good Charlotte interested in his band enough to be their managers. The Maddens knew that Waterparks had a bad track record with bassists and were struggling to find one for the EP they were working on, so they had offered to help by setting up a meeting with their friend, Mikey.
Awsten was incredibly grateful and even more incredibly nervous. He was a huge fan of MCR; Mikey was one of his idols and had been his celebrity crush since he was 15. He could barely believe the meeting was even happening. Mikey Fucking Way, sitting right across the table from him, looking at him. It was hard for Awsten to think straight.
"I don't know," Mikey said, looking him up and down. "Look at him, he's just a kid."
Awsten hated when people underestimated him. Especially people he was trying to impress. "I'm not a kid; I'm 23," he protested. "That's older than you were when your first album came out."
"And he's sassy," Mikey grimaced. "What's gonna happen when he gets interviews, other potential collaborations, fans watching his every move. He's not media trained; that's gonna get him in trouble."
"I'm only being sassy because you're talking to them like I'm not even here! I can speak for myself."
"Mikey, you make a lot of good points," Benji said.
Awsten threw his hands up in exasperation.
"But," Benji continued. "Awsten's right; you can talk to him like an adult; he can handle it."
"Thank you," Awsten said.
"Hm. Okay, convince me," Mikey said.
Awsten spent the rest of the meeting trying not to piss Mikey off any more, showing him song ideas and work that he had been doing, answering questions, and hoping that he didn't already fuck over his chance. Awsten had a big mouth, which often screwed him over when he had to handle the business side of being in a band.
"Let me think about it," was the final answer that Mikey gave at the meeting. It wasn't a hard no yet, thank god, but Awsten still needed to do something to make sure it didn't turn into one.
He caught up with Mikey as he was walking down the hall.
"Hey! I'm really sorry about all that. I know I'm the one with no experience here; I should respect your concerns. People say I'm an annoying brat sometimes, and I get it, but I like to think I just stand up for myself, you know? Sorry, I'm rambling. And bad at apologizing. But please, you're one of my biggest inspirations; you're my hero; I would do anything to work with you," Awsten pleaded.
Mikey stopped and turned to look at him, contemplating. "Anything?"
Mikey's eyes were beautiful and had an intense look in them that sent shivers down Awsten's spine. "Yes. Literally anything."
Mikey sighed, and peered into one of the other open rooms. "Let's talk, just us."
He led Awsten inside, and closed the door behind them. It was a break room, with tables, chairs, and a big couch.
Mikey sat down on the couch and motioned for Awsten to sit next to him.
"Listen, kid-"
"Not a kid."
"You're still young. You have spunk, and you seem to really want this. That's good. But you're lucky. You have a label, you got the Maddens interested, you're already starting to get some fans. That's luck. Are you prepared for that luck to run out?"
"I don't think they told you this, but I got Waterparks to open for Aaron Carter purely through lying my ass off to promoters."
For the first time, Awsten saw Mikey smile at him.
"Really?"
"Yeah! Way over exaggerated how many tickets we could sell." Awsten paused. "I actually have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"What was it like? Being in the scene then, the early days of warped tour..."
Mikey frowned. "It wasn't great. I mean, I had fun, but... I wasn't in a great place then, you know? It was a lot of self destructive-ness. Drugs, alcohol, sleeping around... well, the sleeping around part wasn't that bad."
At that, Awsten's face went hot.
Mikey continued, "Younger bands, like you... you remind me of me at that age. I don't want you to fall into the same shit I did. And I'm sober now. If I go on a tour with you, no drugs on the bus. That's a hard rule."
"I don't even drink." Awsten smiled. "So you don't have to worry about that. Well, Geoff drinks- he's our guitarist- but I can get him to tone it down. And none of us do any drugs. And we wouldn't start."
"Huh. I don't know if I've ever met someone your age who doesn't drink at all." Mikey contemplated. "There's gonna be pressure from other bands. Are you prepared for that?"
"Been there, done that." Awsten smiled. "I've been in shitty local bands since I was 15. When I was 17, one of the dudes in Blood On The Dance Floor offered me coke. I haven't given in yet; I think I can handle it."
Mikey's eyes went wide. "That's crazy. Of course they fucking did." He shook his head.
Awsten thought about what Mikey had said. "You said I remind you of you?"
Mikey shrugged. "Cute, skinny little white guy. Everyone at Warped is gonna be all over you, inviting you to parties and trying to get in your pants."
"You think im cute?" Awsten shifted on the couch, blush creeping up his cheeks. His main goal wasn't exactly to get Mikey to use him for sexual favors, it was just to do whatever he could to get Mikey to say yes to working with his band. But if sexual favors was what it came to, well, Awsten would be living his fucking dream.
"Oh." Mikey's face flushed, and he looked down. "Sorry, that's inappropriate. That's not what I-"
"Y'know," Awsten swallowed. "When I said I'd do anything to convince you... I meant anything. Literally anything"
"I'm sure you did..." Mikey looked Awsten up and down with the same instense look he gave him in the hallway.
Awsten squirmed a little under his gaze as he waited for Mikey to continue.
"It seems like maybe you want me to ask you to do something."
Awsten blinked. Mikey had seen right through him. He did want it. So bad. "I-I'm sorry, that's so weird, I- I really didn't mean to offend you any more than I already have and-"
"You're cute when you're flustered." Mikey interrupted.
Awsten's words died in his throat. "What?"
"Maybe there is something you can do for me."
"Anything," Awsten breathed.
Mikey grabbed Awsten's chin and pulled him closer, kissing him.
"Mm-!" Awsten gasped.
Awsten's arms immediately wrapped around Mikey as he kissed back.
Mikey broke the kiss and pushed Awsten down so he was laying down on the couch. Awsten gasped. Mikey straddled the younger man, and his hand moved to tangle in Awsten's blue hair.
"Mikey..." Awsten stared up at Mikey, stars in his eyes. He couldn't believe this was happening, that his idol wanted him like this.
"Is this okay?" Mikey paused.
"Yes, please, God, yes." Awsten whimpered frantically, pulling him closer.
Mikey's free hand ran down Awsten's chest and settled at his hip as he started kissing Awsten again.
Awsten's mouth opened and Mikey's tongue slipped in. Awsten whined and pressed his crotch up into Mikey's. Mikey's breath hitched.
Mikey broke the kiss to whisper in Awsten's ear. "You want this so bad, don't you?"
Awsten's face flushed. "I- I just wanna do you a favor. S-so that you'll record with my band."
"Aw, c'mon, kid, I know it's more than that. I saw the way you were looking at me. You were practically begging me to take advantage of you." Mikey laughed.
Mikey's hand moved from Awsten's hip onto his crotch. Awsten whimpered as Mikey pressed lightly on his bulge.
"See? You're already hard." He ghosted his hand over Awsten, causing Awsten to whine. "You're a fan. I bet you've been dreaming about this for years."
Awsten nodded hastily. "Y-yes."
"Aw, you're admitting it now? I bet you've jacked off thinking about me before too, slut." Mikey grabbed Awsten's waist again and leaned closer to him, pressing their bulges together. He started to kiss at Awsten's neck.
"Yeah- yeah, I have. 'M sorry, that's so fucking creepy-" Awsten whined, his eyes fluttering shut.
"Well, it's a good thing you're pretty, huh?" Mikey left kisses and soft little bites up and down Awsten's neck, and Awsten's hips bucked up into Mikey's.
"Mm, please, Mikey."
Mikey ground down against Awsten, eliciting a moan.
He kept rutting against him, Awsten's hips coming up to meet Mikey's.
Mikey detached from Awsten's neck and smashed their lips back together. Awsten moaned into the kiss, trying to pull Mikey as close as he physically could.
"Mikey..." Awsten breathed between kisses.
"If I go on tour with you, will you do this with me again?"
"Yes, Yes, please, I want that so bad, fuck," Awsten whined.
"Good." Mikey licked into Awsten's mouth.
The bucking of Awsten's hips started to lose rhythm as his whines got louder and more desperate.
"Please, fuck, Mikey, please," he whimpered.
"You're coming apart just from this? Just from grinding... wow, you really are desperate for me."
"Mikey, wait- wait, I'm gonna-" Awsten realized too late how close he was. He tried to grab Mikey and stop his movements, but he was already on the edge. "S-shit, fuck, Mikey, ah-!," Awsten whined as he came.
He laid, panting, under Mikey, trying to catch his breath. His hands detached from Mikey and moved to cover his face.
"Fuck, Awsten," Mikey panted, a twinge of disappointment colored his voice as he stopped his movements. He released his grip from Awsten and ran a hand through the blue hair and down to cup his cheek.
Awsten was still breathing heavily, and tears started to drip from his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, 'm sorry Mikey, god, I'm fucking pathetic."
"Hey," Mikey caressed his cheek. "Look at me."
Awsten's hands moved away from his eyes. "Please still play bass for us, it won't happen again, please."
"I think it's kinda cute that you came so early. Shows just how much you wanted this."
"Really?" Awsten's eyes went big.
"Now," Mikey grabbed Awsten's hair again, and Awsten whimpered. "You just gonna lie there and feel bad, or are you gonna make up for it?"
"Please, whatever you want."
"On your knees." He released Awsten.
"Yea-yeah, of course." Awsten scrambled off the couch so fast he practically fell onto his knees in front of Mikey.
He stared up at his idol, mismatched eyes wide, as Mikey undid his pants and pushed down his underwear just enough to pull out his cock.
Mikey's hand slowly slid into Awsten's hair, just resting there, waiting for Awsten. Awsten's eyes closed at the touch.
"You wanna impress me? Now's your chance."
Awsten's hand came up to help guide Mikey's cock into his open mouth.
Mikey tugged the slightest bit on his hair, urging Awsten to take his cock as deep as he could. Mikey let out a heavy breath. "Hhh, fuck, Awsten."
Awsten moaned as he swallowed Mikey's cock. His name sounded so good in Mikey's mouth.
"Have you ever done this before?"
"Mmno," Awsten mouthed around Mikey's dick. He bobbed up and down, taking as much of it as he could.
"Are you sure? You're- ah- really good at it."
Awsten popped off to say "I think I'd remember if I'd sucked another man's dick before," before deepthroating Mikey again.
"Smartass."
Awsten's head bobbed up and down. He made the most obscene sounds, whining and moaning around Mikey's cock, saliva dripping out of the corners of his mouth.
"Fuck, Awsten. I'm close. Ah- want you to swallow, okay?"
Awsten whined in acknowledgment.
"Good- good boy. Fuck, fuck-!" Mikey's cum shot down Awsten's throat.
Awsten swallowed and pulled off, licking his lips. His eyes were still wide, gazing up at Mikey, who was panting heavily. "Did I- did I do well?"
"Fuck, yes, you did such a good job. Come here." Mikey pulled Awsten back up onto the couch with him.
"So. You're gonna record with us?"
Mikey laughed. "Yes, of course." He gave Awsten another quick kiss.
Awsten's face twisted into a smirk, and he leaned towards Mikey. "Can't get enough of all this, huh? Knew you'd want more."
"Okay, okay." Mikey lightly pushed him away, but he was still smiling. "Come to the bathroom, we both gotta get cleaned up." He stood, and offered Awsten a hand to help him up.
Awsten glanced down at the wet spot on the front of his jeans and grimaced. "Yeah, gross."
He took Mikey's hand.
When Awsten got back to his hotel, he immediately called Otto and Geoff. He had a hell of a story to tell them.