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Assistant: Title: Kinktober 2023 PART 2
        Author: gayunsolved gayunsolved 
        Chapter: 15/16 
        Summary: ***This is part 2 of my Kinktober 2023 collection that I had to split up due to tag limits!***It's October, the month of crunchy leaves, crisp apples, and kinky s@x!(List of prompts loosely inspired by @/peachify_ on Twitter.)*See notes for more info!*Fall Out Boy Chapters: 1, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 11, 13, 14, 16!
            
            Day 16- Overstimulation!
        Contents: Chapter 15: Sharpen Your Teeth and Bite As Hard As You Want (Jaime/Tony-Hickeys)
    

    

        
          
          
            Day 30- Hickeys/Biting![This chapter is also available as a standalone fic under the name "I'm Caught Up When You Look At Me" if you want to bookmark or anything!]
          
        

      
        
          HI. Okay, so I'm pretty sure there's actually zero audience for this one except for me but I've been having Pierce the Veil brainrot so I wanted to write a little chapter about my boys :DIt ended up actually just being very fluffy/romantic rather than kinky but I hope y'all enjoy regardless!Title, naturally, from The Sky Under The Sea by Pierce the Veil.Enjoy! I can't believe I'm actually almost done!!!
      
  

  
  
    
    “Has anyone given you a hickey since you got your neck tatted?” “Huh?” Tony opened his eyes and looked down at Jaime, who was curled between him and the bunk wall, playing something on his DS.  “I said—”“I heard you, but what kind of question is that?”Jaime looked up from his game, and the way his dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks in the half-light of the bus made Tony’s heart flutter a little. “I was just curious, I guess.” Jaime shrugged innocently and went back to his game. “Seems like you wouldn’t be able to see it.”“I mean, I guess. Depends on where.” Tony closed his eyes again, trying to reason away the way his stomach was twisting. Jaime was just trying to make conversation so Tony wouldn’t fall asleep and trap him on his bunk, that was all. It didn’t mean anything. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s probably healed enough now that it wouldn’t hurt any more than usual,” Jaime mused. He paused his game, looking at Tony, who still had his eyes closed. “Or maybe it would feel better. I’ve never had anyone bite my arm, so I wouldn’t know.”Tony couldn’t quite figure out where Jaime was going with this, but nonetheless he felt his breath catch. He laughed loudly and suddenly in an attempt to hide it. Jaime touched Tony’s arm lightly, making him flinch and open his eyes. Tony tried to keep a neutral facial expression.“What?” “It wasn’t  that  funny.” Tony desperately hoped the bad lighting could hide the way his cheeks went pink. Jaime had closed his DS and set it down, and was now looking at Tony in a way Tony had only ever seen him look at girls before. Tony’s heart felt like it wanted to jump out of his chest, and he opened his mouth to say something but came up blank on what to say. “You’re kind of an idiot sometimes,” Jaime said after a moment of Tony unsuccessfully thinking of a good excuse for why he had laughed like that. He was smiling softly, his dimples visible even in the low light. Tony had seen that smile a million times, why did it have to make him feel like his stomach was tying itself in knots this time? “What?” Tony asked again. “Do you really think I’d just ask that? Like, with no other reason? Tone, I asked because  I  want to. I mean, if you want to, obviously,” he added quickly. Tony blinked several times, trying to process. He almost wanted to believe that he had just fallen asleep while lying on his bunk, and that this was a dream he was having in which Jaime returned the feelings he had had for him for nearly the whole time they’d been bandmates. That would make the most sense, and he could just push it down once he woke up like he did with most Jaime-related dreams. But without even pinching himself, Tony knew he was awake, and that this was real, which was both incredible and very terrifying. For all the years Tony had wanted far more than just casual on-stage physical intimacy with Jaime, he hadn’t given much thought to the possibility of reciprocated feelings, because he’d always assumed that Jaime didn’t like boys, and even if he did, he wouldn’t like a boy like Tony. He had been okay with that, had convinced himself to be content with being Jaime’s best friend and nothing more. But now Jaime was looking at him with his warm brown eyes crinkled slightly in the corners and his smile that felt like home to Tony, and everything felt like it was spinning.“You can tell me if you don’t want to,” Jaime said quietly, startling Tony slightly. His eyebrows were furrowed. “I just thought—”“I do want to,” Tony blurted out. “I mean, I, I want you to—”Jaime's face visibly relaxed and he giggled, the same way he did when he made an especially bad joke or when he beat Vic in a Call of Duty match, and Tony felt his chest fill with light. Suddenly, the unexpected reciprocation didn’t feel so scary. This was still Jaime: the same Jaime who fell asleep in his lap and drooled on the jeans he was going to wear on stage; the same Jaime who dropped his phone in the tour bus toilet and made their driver take him to Walmart to buy rice to put it in; the same Jaime who had given himself nosebleeds by hitting himself in the face with his own bass on several occasions. This was still his best friend, it was just that his best friend also wanted to give him a hickey. Tony tried hard not to think about the implications of that.Jaime pulled himself up from where he had been sliding down the slight slope of the mattress towards the bunk wall, scooting up so his face was level with Tony’s. “Hey. Is it okay if I kiss you?”Tony nodded wordlessly, still in disbelief that any of this was real. Jaime leaned into Tony’s space and put one hand on the side of Tony’s head to guide him into a soft kiss. Tony wouldn’t lie to himself and say that he hadn’t thought frequently about kissing Jaime, about how soft his lips looked, and how they would look around—well, he might lie to himself about some of the more explicit thoughts he’d had about Jaime—but none of those (numerous) thoughts compared to the way Jaime’s lips actually felt against his: warm and soft with a touch of roughness from where he’d repeatedly bitten them while concentrating during shows. Jaime pulled away after only a moment, but Tony shifted his body to face Jaime’s and pulled him back in. Tony could feel the corners of Jaime’s mouth tilting up as they kissed, and he couldn’t help but smile too. “How long have you been waiting to do that?” Jaime asked breathlessly when they pulled apart again. He leaned his forehead against Tony’s.“You don’t even want to know.” Tony was smiling so wide he felt like his cheeks were going to be sore. He reached out to hold Jaime’s hand. He’d held hands with him before, for onstage bows or various innocuous reasons, but it felt so different now in the best possible way. Jaime’s hands were calloused but warm, and Tony tried hard not to overanalyze the difference in their hand sizes as they interlocked fingers. He bit his tongue to keep from saying “I love you.” Not because he didn’t love Jaime—because he did, way more than he’d ever let himself acknowledge—and not because he didn’t say it to his friends, because he also did that. He didn’t want to say it because after kissing Jaime, the words that always came so easily for Tony would mean something he was afraid to face. He bit his tongue because he wasn’t ready for the inevitable “what are we” conversation. “So, uh,” Jaime started, and his face was so close to Tony’s that he could feel his breath. “Do you still wanna, y’know, try out the hickey thing?”Tony’s breath caught, and this time he couldn’t laugh to cover it.  Jaime smiled and leaned in to kiss Tony again. It felt so easy, as if they’d kissed a thousand times. Jaime squeezed Tony’s hand. “Yeah,” Tony breathed, his forehead still pressed to Jaime’s. Again he bit his tongue to keep from saying the three words he really wanted to say. “Let’s do it.”Jaime’s hand that wasn’t holding Tony’s still rested against the side of Tony’s head, so he ran his fingers slowly through Tony’s newly-short hair. Jaime had always been fond of Tony’s long hair (though he would not admit to the fantasies he had regarding it), but Tony seemed to really like the short hair, and Jaime knew it was much easier to take care of while they were touring. “You look so handsome,” Jaime murmured, forgetting for a moment that this whole saying-what-you-feel thing was very new. Tony blushed dark pink. “Sorry, I, uh…” “That’s okay,” Tony murmured back. “How long have you been waiting to say that?”Jaime laughed. “You don’t even want to know.” Jaime used the hand that he had run through Tony’s hair to pull himself into a sitting position, careful not to hit his head on the low bunk. After thinking for a moment, he swung one leg over Tony’s, so that he was kneeling above Tony’s waist, the top of his head just touching the upper bunk. Tony’s eyes went wide as he looked up at Jaime. He was dizzy with equal parts nervousness and excitement. He’d fantasized about Jaime on top of him way more than he’d like to admit, and now it was happening, and was glad he was lying down because he felt like he might just melt. Jaime was still holding one of Tony’s hands, and he grabbed the other and raised them both to rest next to Tony’s head. “Holy sh@t,” Tony whispered.“Yeah? I haven’t even started.” Jaime squeezed Tony’s right hand again. “Hey, Tony?”“Yeah?”“I love you."“I love you,” Tony whispered back immediately, and it just felt right. Yes, it did mean something different now, and yes, they would have to talk this over later, but when Jaime said it, Tony wished he hadn’t bit his tongue to stop from saying it sooner. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”Jaime’s cheeks flushed and he turned his face away shyly. He hadn’t been sure Tony would even say it back, much less three more times in the softest voice Jaime had ever heard from Tony. He remembered times when Tony had said he loved him in what Jaime had accepted as a purely platonic way, and it made his stomach twist in the best way realizing that maybe there had always been something more underneath the words. He was pulled back into the moment by Tony squeezing both of his hands. He turned back to see Tony smirking up at him. “Are you going to give me a hickey or not?”Jaime bit his lip and smiled. “Sorry, you’re just very distracting. Plus I need at least one of my hands.”Tony let go of Jaime’s left hand but kept his arm up by the side of his head. Jaime cupped Tony’s face for a moment, running his thumb along Tony’s lower lip. Tony’s heart skipped a beat at the feeling of Jaime’s calloused skin against his chapped lips. Something about it felt somehow more intimate than them kissing. He thought about opening his mouth to see how Jaime would respond, but before he could, Jaime moved his hand away. Gently, he pulled down the neckline of Tony’s tank top to expose his upper chest and shoulder. Using the hand that was holding Tony’s down against the thin mattress for balance, Jaime leaned down to try to put his mouth on Tony’s beautiful inked skin. Realizing his angle was all wrong, he shuffled his knees back slightly until he could curl down and press kisses along the edge of Tony’s blaster tattoo. Tony had been unintentionally holding his breath as Jaime had gotten himself into position, and he let it out suddenly as Jaime scraped his teeth lightly along his collarbone. Jaime smiled to himself at the way Tony’s whole body tensed when he bit down experimentally on the edge of one of the roses inked over the bone.“Sh@t,” was the only word Tony could think to say, and when Jaime bit harder, he said it so breathlessly that Jaime felt himself blush again. Jaime ran his tongue over the indents he’d left with his teeth. He hadn’t bitten hard enough to break the skin, but still hard enough to leave a mark. He mouthed at Tony’s collarbone for another moment before trailing kisses up to his shoulder. Tony’s breathing had sped up and Jaime could feel his heart racing in his chest. Tony was glad Jaime wasn’t fully on top of him because his body was responding in other ways, too. Jaime was taking his time, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the warm skin of Tony’s shoulder and making him squirm. “Please,” Tony whined, and then immediately froze up in embarrassment. Jaime straightened up halfway to look at Tony’s face. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth were worrying his bottom lip. Jaime wanted—needed  to hear Tony plead for him again, but only if Tony was comfortable. “You’re okay, Tone,” he murmured. Tony blinked slowly. “I like it. Let me hear you ask nicely.” Jaime bit his tongue right after saying it, nervous that he had gone too far, but Tony’s mouth was hanging open slightly and his pupils were nearly blacking out the brown of his irises. Jaime was overwhelmed by the rush of adoration and raw desire that filled him at the sight of Tony like that. “Please,” Tony whispered. He was the prettiest thing Jaime had seen in his life. “Please?” “Of course,” Jaime replied. He almost added “baby” to the end, but he was still grounded enough to keep it in. He ducked back down to kiss Tony again quickly before gently tilting Tony’s head to the side to kiss at his stubbly jaw and down the side of his throat. When his lips met the edge of where Tony’s owl tattoo covered his skin, he nipped lightly. Tony gasped. Jaime kissed right below Tony’s ear, then right behind it. “Ready?” Jaime whispered.Tony shivered. “Ready.” Jaime pressed one more kiss right at the edge of the owl’s wing that reached behind Tony’s ear, then scraped his teeth across the skin until he could bite where resulting mark would blend in with the heavy ink. He squeezed Tony’s hand one more time and bit down hard.-“Wait, dude,” Vic said as he finished untangling the cord of Tony’s in-ear monitors and tucking it down the back of Tony’s loose tank top. “Turn around.”Tony slid the earpieces into his ears and spun around to face Vic, raising an eyebrow at him.“That’s what I thought! Tony Perry, who the f@ck gave you a hickey?”'
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