your golden head

by orphan_account

Summary:

David's been a dick recently and Mick takes it particularly hard. David faces the consequences.

David was being a selfish, insufferable little asshole. 

For the past few weeks, David had been acting increasingly careless towards everyone around him– brushing people off, being restless, not particularly caring what anyone was doing or how anyone was feeling except for himself. He got bored easily, and demanded attention when he desired it. David wouldn’t talk to you unless he wanted something from you. It seemed his ego had inflated to the highest degree. Someone needed to put him in his place.

Being ignored pissed Mick off to no end, especially as David had no problem interacting with him while they were performing. To the audience, they had no less than their usual captivating and beautiful dynamic. It was like everything was normal. But then as soon as the show ended, a switch flipped, and David would become that selfish moody git again. The contrast between being neglected in David’s day-to-day life and then being flirted with on stage like he was the only object of Ziggy’s desires had wound Mick up more than he’d ever been in his life. He’d never been so frustrated.

It was on this particular night that Mick decided he’d had enough. Though in hindsight, he supposed it was less of a decision and more of giving in to an impulse he’d been fighting for a long time. David– or was it Ziggy? Mick was struggling to find the difference between his friend and the fictional character these days– had been relentlessly flirtatious during that night’s performance, giving Mick this look with his fuck-me eyes, touching him, and even going so far as to grind himself against Mick. Mick had clenched his teeth as he felt David’s hardness rubbing against him. He couldn’t believe the nerve David had to act like this on stage, then when Mick suggested they spend time together after a performance, act like he had no time for or interest in Mick, instead opting to lock himself in his room or find some pretty groupie to get off with.

Mick had enough of this two-faced behavior. The show had ended, and he stalked down the hall to David’s changing room. He was wound up from Ziggy’s sexual advances, angry, and feeling neglected. He was normally very grounded and rational, but this made him feel like he was going insane. He burst through the unlocked door to find David sitting with Suzi and Angie. He pointed to the door, not bothering to be polite. “Out,” he commanded, “I need a word with him.”

Suzi looked at Mick with surprise, whereas Angie cuffed David gently round the head. “I told you to talk to him,” she scolded, hands on her hips. David stared defiantly at his wife, not bothering to look ashamed. She rolled her eyes. “You’ve got what’s coming to you then, darling,” she quipped, kissing David’s forehead before taking Suzi’s hand and leading her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

As soon as they left the room, David’s rebellious attitude changed completely. He stood up and looked at Mick with doe eyes. He still had his makeup on, face contoured harshly with red and gold. “Hello,” David greeted his guitarist meekly. 

Mick scowled. “ ‘Hello?’ Is that all you’ve got to say?”

David lowered his head.

Mick stalked across the room towards the otherworldly creature. “What’re you playing at? You think you can act like that on stage and then completely ignore me otherwise?” He stopped directly in front of David. They were nearly nose to nose. David had taken his shoes off, but Mick still wore his glittery heels, so the guitarist stood a couple inches taller.

David stammered defensively, averting his gaze, “No, no, I-” but Mick cut him off.

“Shut up.”

David fell silent. 

Mick hooked his finger under David’s chin and jerked his face upward, forcing him to meet his eyes. Mick did not miss the way David’s pupils dilated ever so slightly as he did so. "I'm so angry with you," Mick growled, slipping his fingers down to wrap loosely around David’s throat. He felt David’s pulse fluttering under his touch.

"I know," David whispered.

"I hate you."

"Oh," David breathed, his brows furrowed and throat tight with emotion.

Mick slid his hand from David’s throat to the back of his head where he took a fistful of Ziggy's crimson hair and yanked it backwards, hard. "Fuck you."

David's mouth fell open and a sharp gasp escaped his parted lips. "Fuck me," he moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut, cheeks pink.

Mick’s eyes widened briefly in surprise and he almost hesitated. But he certainly didn’t need to be asked twice. Mick attacked David's exposed throat, kissing and sucking and biting at every inch of skin he could reach. He wasn't careful with his teeth. He didn't hold back. 

David tilted his chin even higher, giving Mick easier access to the pale skin on his neck. He hoped Mick would leave a bruise or two. He’d like that. 

Mick moved his lips from David’s neck to his mouth, kissing him firmly. David whined into Mick’s mouth as Mick wrapped his hand around David’s throat once more. Mick’s fingers pressed into the sides of his throat and he felt a tender soreness. Good. There would be bruises forming there. God, if David had known that teasing Mick would get him this reaction, he’d have started long ago. He realized how much he missed this. Mick kissed him with a fire and ferocity that none of the groupies did. It was addictive. He let Mick lead the way.

Bringing his hand to his own throat, David placed it over Mick's. David’s long fingers slowly traced the bones of Mick's hand, following them from his fingertips to his knuckles, down the back of his hand to his wrist. There David wrapped his long fingers around Mick's wrist, gripping it and pulling Mick's hand away from his neck in one swift movement. 

Mick instantly unlatched his lips from David's, eyes hard. He didn’t want David to have any control whatsoever. He was about to wrench his hand out of David's grip when David opened his pretty mouth and curled his tongue around two of Mick's fingers. He looked seductively through his eyelashes and maintained eye contact as he slowly licked Mick's fingers, then bobbed his head forward, taking their full length into his mouth, pretending he was sucking something else. Mick’s mouth fell open slightly as he watched his own fingers enter David's wet mouth. It was incredibly erotic. He was entranced.

A wave of lust and want rolled deep in Mick's belly and he felt himself stiffen in his pants. 

"You fucking tease," Mick rasped, and he quickly resumed his assault on David's throat, this time slipping one of his legs between David's as he did so. Mick ground his hips into David's thigh, making sure David could feel his growing arousal as David had done to him in front of hundreds of people just hours earlier.

David ground himself forward into Mick's hardening cock, still suckling on his fingers. 

In response, Mick moaned involuntarily, bit down particularly hard onto David's tender skin and simultaneously shoved his fingers deeper into David's mouth, causing the man to yelp, then gag. 

Mick drew away slightly, removing his hand from David's mouth and smirked as he saw David's eyes water and a bright red bite mark slowly appeared on David's skin. 

David blinked the tears from his eyes and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, lipstick smeared, chest heaving. 

David and Mick stood merely inches apart, panting, staring, locked in each other's gaze. 

Mick took a breath to speak, but before he could say anything, David surged forward and this time David was kissing him . It was messy at first, desperate and juvenile. David held onto Mick's face with both hands. Mick grabbed onto David's ass with both hands and held him close as they kissed. They kissed until they couldn't anymore, and they pulled apart ever so slightly, breathless, their foreheads still pressed together. David felt Mick's long eyelashes flutter against his face. 

They rested like that for a moment before David licked his lips and reached his hand down to cup Mick's erection. Mick inhaled sharply, leaning into David's touch. David palmed Mick through his trousers, smiling with satisfaction as he felt Mick's cock grow harder and heavier under his touch. David's own cock was throbbing now too, wanting to be touched. So he pressed himself against Mick's leg, craving some friction of his own, but he only achieved it for a split second before Mick shoved him away and began undoing his trousers.

"On your knees," he commanded. "Now."

David obeyed immediately, kneeling before Mick, reaching up to place his hands on his guitarist's thighs as he'd done dozens of times both onstage and off. He squeezed lightly, and as Mick unzipped his glittery trousers David slipped his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down to Mick's knees. 

David ran his hands up and down the guitarist's thighs, then made direct eye contact before once more cupping and touching Mick's stiff cock through his underwear. 

Mick steadied himself against the dressing room countertop. "Take them off."

David complied instantly, easing them down, revealing an erection that stood at attention just inches from David's lips.

David reached out and grasped Mick's thick shaft with his slender fingers, kissing the tip tenderly, glancing up at Mick for approval before taking the head into his mouth. David gently suckled at the tip and Mick felt the wet heat of David's mouth caressing his cock. It was so good, so beautiful.

Mick let out a low moan as David suddenly took his entire length into his hot mouth, bobbing his head on Mick's cock just as he had done to Mick's fingers only minutes ago. 

Mick leaned against the wall and tangled his fingers in David's fiery hair, fingers gripping and pulling at it, nails scratching at his scalp.

David moaned around his mouthful of cock, loving the sensation of Mick pulling his hair. Before long, Mick was moaning profusely and had David's head held in his two hands. He was close, and had to resist the urge to thrust in and out.

David pulled back, lips glistening. Mick nearly crumpled from the sudden lack of the slick heat. David looked up at him seductively. "You want to fuck my mouth, darling? You can if you'd like." He didn't wait for a response before wrapping his lips around Mick's cock once more. 

"God, yes," Mick said hoarsely, adjusting his grip before slowly pushing his entire length into David's mouth. He felt the tip of his cock reach the back of David's throat, who valiantly resisted gagging, and pushed in deeper until David's nose was nestled against his pubic bone. Mick held David's head in place for a moment to savor the heat and tightness of his throat before sliding all the way out and allowing David to breathe. “So beautiful,” Mick muttered. David flushed at the praise.

Mick repeated this slowly several times, pushing himself all the way in and slipping out before gradually going faster and faster, until he was fucking David's pretty little mouth. The noises emitted from David’s throat were unbelievably filthy. In and out Mick thrusted with David clinging to his thighs for dear life and trying to keep his eyes open, wanting to see Mick in the throes of pleasure.

Mick was close, so close. "Oh," he breathed, "You're such a slut, aren't you, letting me use you like this? God, you feel so good."

It seemed David's cheeks flushed ever pinker if that was possible, and he managed a broken whimper. His eyes watered and he tried to break away-- to say something, to take a breath, Mick didn't know. It was too late because then Mick was coming, swearing profusely and thrusting himself as deep as he could into David's mouth. Mick threw his head back in a silent moan as his cock spurted and pulsed, releasing white heat straight down David's throat, not allowing him the option to spit. He gave a few little thrusts into the tightness of David's throat before it began to constrict around his cock as David finally began to gag. 

Mick removed himself from David's mouth, who promptly collapsed to the floor, shaking and coughing.

It took Mick a moment to notice David struggling, head still swimming from his orgasm. "Fuck," Mick swore after his head cleared, dropping to his knees beside David. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. David? Are you alright?"

David lifted his head, still hiccupping and trying to catch his breath, looking pathetically at Mick. Mick took in the sight of him: Cheeks flushed and tear-stained, lipstick smeared, mascara running, hair sticking up in places it shouldn't be, and saliva dripping down his chin. He looked fucked.

"God, darling, come here." Mick sat with his back against the wall and swept David into his arms, who allowed himself to be placed onto Mick's lap. He closed his eyes and curled up against Mick's chest and buried his face into the crook of Mick's neck. 

They sat there for a long time. Mick wiped the saliva from David's lips and chin. He gently cleaned off David's smudged make up. He pressed his lips to David's temple repeatedly, apologizing over and over while showering him with kisses. He stroked David's hair until his breathing had steadied and he was ready to open his eyes again.

"'S alright," David muttered.

"No, it's not," Mick said immediately, "I shouldn't have hurt you."

"I shouldn't have neglected you.” David sniffled. “I miss you."

Mick squeezed his hand and they both fell silent.

David wrapped his arms around Mick's shoulders, squeezing tightly, then began tracing slow circles into Mick's back in return. Touching, savoring, caressing, loving.

Notes:

I wrote this about a year ago and rediscovered it tonight in my google drive... uhhh i think it's a banger so out into the world it goes!! enjoy ;)