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new chapter

𝔐𝔤𝔨 𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 on AO3

⭐️TW mentions of drugs⭐️ kinda a continuation from the last chapter based on Blackbear's song e.z. (feat. Machine Gun Kelly), but of course this can be read without context as it is mostly just smut.

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Matthew hesitated when the two reached Colson’s door, shuffling awkwardly in his shoes while the older man reached into his pocket to fish out the keycard. ‘Room 33’ Matthew read on the keyring when Colson hand twisted around the handle.

Colson took a cautious step inside, his eyes never left the younger boy as he did the same.

Matthew scanned over the new surroundings his eyes readjusting to the dim lights of the hallway that bled inside with them.

He was in a mastersuit, the balcony doors left ajar made the curtains dance in ghostly shadows throughout the room and shone moonlight into the bedding. The lamp on top of the dresser was still on and flickered its dull blue onto the credit card that had presumably once cut the three lines that twinkled next to it, the white stars only stopping at the large pile of discarded baggies that glittered half empty and disappeared with the night.

Colson struggled to get to the light, cursing under his breath as he lost his footing to his pile of shoes that he had conveniently left under the switchboard. The light buzzed on burning the room a little too brightly before tattooed hands twisted the settings into a low glow that hid just enough.

“I uh, I'm sorry”, Colson's eyes directed to the room but settled on Matthews.

He was saying sorry for much more than that. They both knew that.

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Machine gun kelly ᵢₙ fₗᵤffy ₗᵢₜₜₗₑ ₕₐₜₛ

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cockpunchlore · 10 months

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Just some things from pinterest that my eyes enjoyed witnessing and sharing is caring

#mgk #machine gun kelly #colson baker #mgk aesthetic #rook #tour #mgkedit #mgk updates #mgk tour #mgk outfit #tattoos #drums #also #zaddy

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cockpunchlore · 10 months

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howdy peoples, soooo ao3 is back, maybe [i think] and it would be funky fresh if you wanted to check it out.

but i finished editing a fic that was kinda sorta based off of this song so here is that:

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The silence was deafening inside Matthew’s car as it sped through the neon blaze of the New York starscape.

He had agreed to drive Colson back from the studio. Well, he had offered, because Colson’s license was suspended, and he knew that. Aside from that, what else was there to do at 2 am. He hadn’t slept in days and he doubted that tonight it would go any differently.

But he knew that just about anything would’ve been better than having to go back home.

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ao3 hath unfucked itself woo

#machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #ao3 stuff #ao3 #archive of our own

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𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝒸

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It was 2 in the morning when Colson showed up at Pete’s door. His eyes were bloodshot, hair in clumps of blonde, soaked from the endless rain outside. Trembling hands balled into tight fists and disappeared inside the pockets of his leather jacket when the door clicked open.

Then there was Pete. He stood in his sweatpants, one hand leaning over the doorframe, his expression shifting into one of concern as he scanned his eyes across his best friend’s face. He was met with sudden guilt at his earlier bout of annoyance at having to leave his bed and put on pants and he hoped Colson didn't notice his nails dig into his palms when he spoke.

“come in.”, He cracked the door open a little wider and stepped to the side to invite the blonde inside.

“I uh- the place is fucked but I got the heat on-” Pete spoke as he led them through the hallway.

“-and you can look through my shit in here for a change of clothes, I doubt you'll find anything in leather and latex but hey at least they aren't wet- I've just got Rick and Morty on the background but we can switch to music if you wanted- and I just got some new blunt wraps that we could try out- oh and did you want coffee?”

The two came to a halt at the kitchen bench and the slightest smile tugged at Colson’s lips, in awe at how quickly this man was able to change his mood with just a few words.

“Thanks”, he cringed at the way his voice croaked under the syllables and attempted to clear his throat.

He let his eyes leave the floor and travel up to meet Pete's gaze, pausing over the exposed waistband of his boxers a little longer than he’d like to admit before settling on the hazel orbs.

“And-uh yes please, for the coffee.”

“Black”, he added.

“Iced, I know”, Pete finished his eyeroll gaining a chuckle from Colson.

“My bad”

It had always been so easy with Pete. not that he expected it to be like that with everyone else, but it was times like these that he was especially grateful for this man’s existence and he doubted that any words he could string together to tell him so would ever suffice. He shook his head as fought his thoughts from lingering over how he felt about the younger man. Muttering something about a shower, Colson disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

Colson was wearing a pair of Pete’s purple Spongebob sweats when he emerged from the shower, hair leaving a trail of fading droplets into the carpet as he made his way through the hallway.

His footsteps slowed to a stop once his eyes landed on Pete’s frame lit up only by the dim blues of the television which was now playing some true crime show. Dateline, he remembered Pete had told him, and he smiled to himself recalling that conversation.

Pete’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, and Colson, not wanting to break him from his trance, leaned against the wall and admired the younger man. He sat with his head leaned back, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other lay over the coffee table. A hand reached back to pull at the brown curls at the nape of his neck and Colson’s heart rate climbed as he watched.

He could already picture the expression written on Pete’s face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, chewing on the inside of his cheek, completely lost to this world. His breath hitched as he let his thoughts about the boy drift into less purer ones.

He had already thought it through, sure the repercussions were merely an afterthought, but if there ever came the time to kiss the brunette he wouldn't hesitate. In fact, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined doing a lot more than that.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when his feelings for him turned from platonic to sexual but now that they had he didn't know how to act around his best friend anymore. That was the honest reason why he had avoided seeing Pete for as long as he had and he hated the fact that a drug-filled bender was what had broken that spell.

Colson snapped back to reality in an instance when the brunette turned his head to meet his gaze.

“You're back”, Pete spoke through a smile.

“Hi”, Colson couldn't help but do the same.

Pete made it a point, patting the spot next to him using both hands before turning his gaze back to the screen in front. Colson clumsily made his way back to him narrowly avoiding the piles of discarded clothes before reaching the couch.

“My Spongebob looks good on you”

“Your wh- oh”, it took him a second to process the way he had phrased his compliment and he could only laugh in response.

“Good enough for me to keep?”, he threw half-heartedly curious as for the boy's reaction.

“mhmm”, He replied with a genuine certainty that it made Colson's heart do that flippy-over thing that Pete's words apparently now did do him.

Colson shuffled the rest of the way over to the space next to Pete’s before sinking onto the soft cushions below. Pete readjusted in his chair before leaning his head into the crook of Colson’s shoulder.

“You know you don't have to say anything if you don't want to”. gentle words lingered their warm breath against the nape of Colson's neck.

“I know”

He ignored the way his chest clenched as his friend passed him an assuring smile when he didn't elaborate. Instead, he let his head drop to cradle into the younger man’s touch and let his eyes land on the screen where the host's demeanor sounded a tad too cheery to be describing a murder scene.

Not removing his eyes from the TV, Colson moved his arm back to wrap around the younger man and bit back a smile as he felt Pete shift closer and sink into his touch.