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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Fall_Out_Boy, My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Patrick_Stump/Pete_Wentz, Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way, Sarah_Orzechowski/
      Brendon_Urie, Ryan_Ross/Original_Female_Character, Minor_or_Background
      Relationship(s), Lindsey_Ballato/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Patrick_Stump, Pete_Wentz, Frank_Iero, Mikey_Way, Gerard_Way, Lindsey
      Ballato, Kitty, Ashlee_Simpson, Elisa_Stump, Ryan_Ross, Brendon_Urie, Bob
      Bryar, Original_Character(s)_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, crop, flogger, Violet_Wand, St_Andrews_Cross, Bondage, Bondage
      Table, hot_wax, Sub/Dom_Kink, Alternate_Universe-_Highschool, Gay_Sex,
      Peterick
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-17 Completed: 2015-02-22 Chapters: 28/28 Words: 34013
****** So Make It Bleed ******
by VampireVengence
Summary
     Patrick has always had feelings for Pete but they've never been more
     than that. Why would one of his older sister's best friends be
     interested in him? After being convinced by his friends he manages to
     pluck up the courage to admit these feelings, but Pete's not the same
     as normal boys; he has dark secret desires that poor innocent Patrick
     will have to fulfill and cope with in order for there relationship to
     work. Will he be able to handle it? And what will happen when the
     truth of there unconventional lifestyle gets out and the usually
     absent authority figure (AKA Mom) stands in the way?
***** Chapter 1 *****
Jack’s POV
I’d just about finished my essay when I heard the front door slam, followed by
a loud thunk. “God dang it!” Pete chuckled next to me from his position
sprawled out over my floor. “Your brother is so cute sometimes!” He giggled. I
rolled my eyes “I think the word you’re looking for is innocent. I don’t think
mom’d appreciate you corrupting him with your evil ways.” I winked. “Oh, shut
up!” He cried, throwing his pen at me. It missed and hit the wall on the other
side of the room before landing in my washing basket. I laughed “idiot.” He
stuck his tongue out at me which I so maturely returned. You wouldn’t believe
we were college students.
I stood up and headed down stairs, Pete right behind me, to find Patrick trying
to gather up all his belonging from the floor, his bag was ripped. “Not again.”
I sighed. He just looked up and gave me a grim smile. “Jeez what happened?”
Pete pushed past me and grabbed Patrick’s face, gently pulling it towards him
so he could get a better look at the black eye. I had to repress a laugh at the
scene in front of me. Pete stood grimacing as he inspected Patrick’s face and
Patrick standing there, knees shaking slightly looking as though he would swoon
at any moment. “Come on.” I grabbed Patrick’s arm gently “let’s get this
covered up before mom gets home and goes ballistic.” I pulled him up to my room
and grabbed my makeup box. Our skin tones were virtually the exact same so he
could borrow my make up, it was a lot easier than him having to buy his
own. Poor thing.
Pete appeared in the doorway with Patrick’s stuff in his arms “where do you
want this?” Patrick blushed slightly as he mumbled “j-just leave it in my
room.” His little crush was adorable. Pete disappeared down the hall, he was
here so much he knew the place like the back of his hand. “Hold still!” I
mumbled as Patrick fidgeted slightly, trying to watch Pete. “You’re so cute
Trick!” I giggled as I finished up “what?” He didn’t realise I knew but let’s
be honest it was obvious. “Pete and Patrick sitting in a tree.” I sung making
him blush furiously “shh!” He hissed as Pete reappeared. “So what happened?” He
asked Patrick shrugged “the jocks bully me for being gay.” He stated bluntly
“what? Why would they do that?” Pete asked in disbelief as he dropped down on
the bed next to Patrick who was nervous as fuck aaawwww! “Wow!” I interjected
as I put my makeup box back on the shelf “you are soooo private school.” He
glared at me. Apparently at private school homophobic bullying didn’t happen.
“It’s no big deal.” Patrick shrugged “they do it to lots of people, I mean
Mikey gets beaten up because he’s ‘emo’.” He air quoted the word. “And Franks
an ‘emo faggot’ they just attack anyone who’s different, they don’t care.” Pete
looked shocked and disgusted “can’t your mom do anything?” We both looked at
him with identical looks of disbelief “what?” He asked confused. “If mom went
in there ranting and raving all it would do is make things a million times
worse! Do you have any idea how much satisfaction they’d get out of the idea of
me crying to my mom about all this?!” Wow Trick's little outburst seemed to
surprise even him. He quickly left the room. Pete sat staring at me with wide
eyes “well that was new.” He said as Patrick’s bedroom door slammed shut. I
hummed in agreement; he never usually reacted like that with anyone.
At that moment the doorbell rang. I made my way to the landing. “Jaaaack.” I
turned to see him sat with his arms stretched out in front of him like a small
child. I rolled my eyes “get your lazy ass up yourself.” He stuck his bottom
lip out “pweeeeease.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled him to his feet. He
bounced off down the stairs as I trailed behind him. “You're such a freak!” I
laughed “Rude!” He yelled over his shoulder as he reached the door. “Ahh,
Geetard! Moikay! Welcome to our humble abode.” He gave a low bow before
stepping out of the way so they could come through. “Um, nice to see you too?”
Gerard replied giving me a questioning look. I just shook my head at him
“Patrick's in his room.” I told Mikey who quickly hurried off up the stairs. No
doubt to complain about how weird we all are.
“I apologies for Pete.” I said as I wondered into the kitchen “he found the
secret cookie stash.” Gerard's mouth dropped “you guys had cookies without
me?!” Pete giggled “I had cookies!” He cried as he jumped on the counter by the
window. “I suppose we’ll be expecting another one showing up soon.”  I said.
“Nah, Mikey said Frank’s mom’s off work so he’s spending time with her
instead.”  Gerard mumbled. I put the kettle on and grabbed three cups whilst
Pete giggled hysterically. “Gerard likes Fra-ank! Gerard likes Fra-ank!” He
sung. “Shut up dude! I have a girlfriend.” Gerard cried. “Only because your mom
was getting suspicious and you’re too scared to tell her the truth!” Pete
retorted “yeah? And how’d that turn out for you? I’d rather not be kicked out
and disowned just yet thanks.” Pete rolled his eyes before staring out the
window.
“You’re playing a dangerous game with that one.” I told him. “What do you
mean?” I handed them their coffees before sitting at the table next to him. “I
mean, the girls completely obsessed with you. She would literally kiss the
ground you walk on if you asked her to! It’s creepy!” I said “she’s not that
bad!” He argued. I rolled my eyes “dude she’s nuts! She’s an obsessive stalker
and if you don’t break it off soon then you might actually break whatever is
left of her sanity.” He rolled his eyes “uh, dude…” Pete piped up. "Why is your
girlfriend hiding in a bush in the front yard?”
Gerard shot up and out of his seat. Heading straight out the front door, Pete
and I jogging after him. “There it is!” I heard a voice giggle from behind the
bush before Lindsey appeared from behind it pretending to pocket something “oh
hey Geebear!” She flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and
clinging on for dear life. She glared at me over his shoulder, she does that a
lot. “Lindsey what are you doing here?” Gerard asked not returning the hug. She
let go and tried to look innocent “I dropped a contact lens so I was looking
for it.” She said as she pouted slightly with big eyes. I think it was supposed
to look seductive but in actuality she looked like a constipated fish. “But
Lindsey you don’t wear contacts.” Her eyes grew even wider as she clamoured for
an answer “it was a friend's…” Was the best she could come up with. “But
Lindsey you don’t have any friends.” Pete said, mimicking her high pitched
squeaky voice. I burst out laughing which only made her glare more “are you
going to let him talk to me like that?” She turned to Gerard who just shrugged.
“It’s a free country, he can talk to you however he wants.” She looked shocked
“but I’m your girlfriend! You’re supposed to stand up for me!” He sighed “what
are you really doing here Lindsey?”
There was a moment of silence before she finally exploded. “Okay fine! I
followed you here! I knew you were coming to see her!” She pointed at me “so I
followed so that I could keep an eye on things. I know you wouldn’t do anything
babe but I don’t trust her! I know she wants you and I wouldn’t put it passed
her to try something.” She continued to glare at me. “Wow.” Pete mumbled in
disbelief “talk about paranoid!” She turned her glare onto him “why don’t you
shut the hell up!” She growled “don’t speak to him like that.” She turned on
Gerard “so you’ll defend your friend but you won’t defend your girlfriend?!” He
sighed “I’m not doing this.” Her eyes grew impossibly wider “what’s that
supposed to mean?” She sounded worried now. “It means this.” He indicated
between them “is over. You are a psychopath Lindsey! An obsessive, relentless,
possessive, paranoid psychopath and I am not doing this anymore.” With that he
turned and walked back into my house leaving a stunned Lindsey stood at the
bottom of my path. “You did this!” She growled as she stalked up the path
towards me. I rolled my eyes “no Lindsey. You did this.” With that I followed
Gerard back into the house with Pete close behind.
As we reached the kitchen she disappeared down the path shaking with tears. I
sat back down at the table with my now cold coffee. “Jeez, what a head case!”
Gerard mumbled. “Told ya!” I said as I re-boiled the kettle. “Shit!” Pete cried
as he jumped down from the counter staring out the window “your mother has
returned.” I cringed as I finished making coffee “come my minions, to the
bedroom!” I announced as I headed to the stairs. “Bitch please! You are waaaaay
too peasant to have minions.” Pete called from behind. I rolled my eyes but
kept walking.
We spent the rest of the afternoon hiding from mom in my bedroom. Yeah we don’t
really get on all that well, she’s really homophobic and conservative so she
hates the fact that my closest friends are both gay and that we are all what is
considered ‘emo’. It doesn’t help that she hates me anyway. She blames me for
ruining her life, though her spending her eighteenth birthday getting
completely out of her head drunk clubbing and fucking some random guy in an
alleyway is hardly my fault. She couldn’t even remember it happening let alone
the guy’s name! Then two years later her and a group of friends went on holiday
to celebrate one of them's birthday and she got into the pants of one of the
waiters, nine months later Patrick came along. We spent most of our childhood
with our grandma and then when she died I had to look after us both which I’ve
done ever since as she’s always been too busy with work. She’s spent more time
away on business trips than she has at home with us, we are essentially
orphans.
After everyone left we sat awkwardly in silence around the dinner table eating.
We only ever had to sit around the dinner table when mom had news and mom's
news was ALWAYS a business trip. How long's it gonna be this time? “Jacqueline,
please pass the salt.” I cringed, she was the only one to ever call me
Jacqueline. “So you’re probably wondering what my news is.” She began “how long
is it this time?” I asked. “I beg your pardon.” I rolled my eyes “your business
trip mother, how long is it?” She glared at me across the table, she hated me
calling her mother. Said it made her sound old, she was only thirty seven after
all. She sighed “I’ll be away for six months. That means I won’t be back until
March.” I rolled my eyes, I can count thanks. “I’ve put enough money in your
bank account Jacqueline to cover six months groceries and the extra expenses of
Christmas. You don’t need to worry about utility bills as they come straight
out of my account every month.” I nodded, a nice quiet Christmas. Just me,
Patrick and probably Pete as he had nowhere else to go since his family
disowned him, not that he cares. We might actually be able to have some fun
this year. “When will you be leaving?” Trick asked “tomorrow.” 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Pete pov
It was Saturday and I was up, dressed and knocking on Jack’s door by 11:00. I
had been hoping for a lay in but noooo, Gerard just had to have a crisis that
he was freaking out about. So we were all meeting at Jack’s, as her mom had
left on another ridiculously long business trip at the end of last week, and
then we were going to get coffee and chat about Gerard's crisis that probably
wasn’t anything major but just him over reacting as normal.
I knocked on the door which was opened by a bleary eyed Patrick. He was still
in his pyjamas and had major bed head aaaaawwwww. His eyes grew wide when he
saw me, “is Jack ready?” I asked as I stepped through the door and into the
nice warm house. “Sh-she, she’s in the bathroom.” He mumbled, blushing slightly
as he looked down at his bare feet. Aww! He’s so cute and awkward! No! Stop it
Pete. He’s your best friend’s kid brother! “How’s the black eye?” He just
shrugged and lifted his head slightly so I could see, it was fading into a pale
yellowy colour as opposed to the dark swollen bluish, purple it had
been ouch. Jack came bouncing down the stairs “oh hey Pete! Ready to go?” She
jumped the last few and landed with a light thud. “Aren’t we waiting for Gee?”
She shook her head “nah, he’s meeting us at Starbucks.”
The walk to Starbucks seemed to take forever, in actuality it probably took
maybe ten minutes at most. I’m just not an exercise kind of guy okay?! It makes
you sweaty and ruins your hair and makeup. Gerard was waiting anxiously outside
when we arrived. “About time!” He grumbled. “Hey I had to walk with slow poke
here!” Jack pointed to me “Oi!” I cried “oh come on dude! You were lapped by
like three OAP’s walking their pet snails!” She laughed, I rolled my eyes. “You
are sooo immature.” I said putting on my snooty adult voice “ME?!” She gasped
“come on guys! We have more important things to discuss right now!” Gerard
snapped. Wow, okay so serious shizz must be going down.
We went in and ordered our drinks before grabbing a table in the back corner
away from everyone and there nosy ears. The barrister, I think her names
Ashlee, had written her number on my cup with a message telling me to call her
AGAIN. You’d think after five times and no phone call that she would get the
message but no here we were again, same message on an identical cup with the
coffee I order every time I come in here. It’s not like I could have simply
missed it either, it was written in giant hand writing that covered most of the
cup and in pink sharpie. Not exactly subtle.  “So guys...” Gerard began
“Lindsey’s pregnant.”
 
 
Patrick pov
The front door slammed shut and I let out a sigh, why am I so god damn
awkward? I guess Pete just does that to me, it’s so embarrassing though! I
headed upstairs and got dressed. I grabbed a plain grey t-shirt and a navy
cardigan with black skinnies, a black fedora, black converse and my nerd
glasses. I guess I look okay. The doorbell rang and I headed down the stair. It
rang three more times whilst I was walking meaning it could only be Frank.
“Dude! You’re gonna break that thing you keep pressing it.” I grumbled as I
opened the door “hello Frank how are? Oh I’m fine thanks Trick, you? Yeah I’m
not too bad Frank why don’t you come in?” He laughed. I rolled my eyes as I let
him and Mikey in. “You’re a twit.” Mikey muffled a laugh, yeah I’m not really
one for swearing. “Love you too!” Frank feigned hurt “I think you’re confusing
me with Gerard.” He stopped mucking around and glared at me.
“Do we have to talk about this?” Mikey groaned. “I thought that was the whole
point of us being here.” Frank said “yeah, to help Patrick with his love life!
I don’t need to know what ghastly plans you lot are coming up with to try and
get you into my brother’s pants.” He shuddered. “I bet he has sexy pants.”
Frank grinned darkly “EEEWW! Dude shut the fuck up!” Mikey grumbled. I laughed
though I could see where he was coming from; I wouldn’t want to know the
intimate details of someone trying to get involved with my sister’s love life
either.
“Okay, so back to Patrick.” Frank announced. We headed up to my bedroom and
splodged out over the floor while they attempted to come up with a plan. “I
still think you should just go for it.” Frank said “Pete’s a very forward, open
kinda guy. He’d probably appreciate it if you just came out with it! Just tell
him you want him.” I cringed at the crude wording. Mikey chuckled “can you
seriously see him going up to Pete and being like ‘hey I know your my sister
friend and I’m two years younger than you but I think your hot so let’s fuck
some time’? He can’t speak to him without stuttering!”  Okay, so I know all
that is true but come on guys! I'm sitting right here!
After a few hours we gave up and ordered pizza which I was actually kinda
grateful for. It was super awkward having your friends attempting to meddle in
your love life! Then we moved on to Frank which didn’t last long because of
Mikey, though it’s totally obvious that Gerard returns Franks feelings so
they’re bound to get together sooner or later. Unfortunately it would probably
be later as Frank was still sixteen okay so only for a month but Gerard was
pretty weary of those kinda things, not that I blame him. He could get arrested
for rape or child molesting or whatever because we're still under aged. That
was another problem that faced me, though only for a few more months. April’s
not THAT far away…. Okay so seven months but still, Frank had it worse.
We sat playing video games for a while before putting on a movie. We ended up
watching nightmare before Christmas because it’s Frank’s favourite and he
decided as it’s his birthday at the end of the month we had to let him choose.
How that makes sense I’ll never know. The others dosed off at some point during
the third film (The Dark Night) and I headed down stairs to get a drink. Jack
was still up watching TV in the living room. “Hey.” She called as she watched
some zombie film. “Hey, how’s Gerard?” I asked as I poured a glass of orange
juice. “Confused.” She said coming into the kitchen and putting on the kettle.
“Oh?” She nodded “Lindsey’s, pregnant.” I felt my jaw drop “you’re kidding!”
She shook her head “nope, she showed up on his doorstep last night in tears
about it. She’s saying it’s his of course.” Well, yeah obviously. “Well it is,
isn’t it?” She shook her head “no, Gerard said they never fucked so it can’t
be.” She laughed at my expression “so she cheated?” She shrugged “must of
done.” The kettle clicked and she made herself a coffee. “And he’s not just
saying that to get out of it?” I didn’t think he would but I guess you never
know. “Definitely not, he’s the ‘take responsibility for your actions’ type
besides he wouldn’t go there. He likes Frank way too much for that.” I smiled
as her eyes grew wide in an ‘I’ve said too much’ kind of way. “You CANNOT say
anything to him! People aren’t supposed to know!”  I laughed “I won’t, I won’t
but if it helps Frank likes him too.” She smiled “yeah it’s kinda obvious.” I
nodded. “Night Jack.” She hugged me “night Trick.” I headed up the stair with a
smile on my face. At least one of us can be happy.  
***** Chapter 3 *****
Patrick pov
I got home after another boring, uneventful (thankfully) day at school to find
Pete in the hall way tying his shoes. “Hey Trick, Jack's just in the bathroom.”
I nodded. I thought back to what Frank had said the previous day. To hell with
it. I took a deep breath. “Pete?” I started “mmm?” He stood up from his laces
“Can I tell you something?” He smiled warmly, looking as gorgeous as ever with
his eyeliner rimmed eye and his long fringe that fell nicely over one eye.
“Sure Trick, what’s up?” I bit my lip suddenly unsure. Come on Patrick! You can
do this!
I took another deep breath and stepped forward slightly watching him wearily.
He raised an eyebrow “you okay Trick?” I nodded “can we talk in my room?” I was
suddenly nervous of Jack interrupting, I didn’t think she’d mind too much but I
think I’d lose my nerve if she was there, I was fighting the urge to just give
up as it was. “Uh, sure.” He was confused. He followed me up to my bedroom
anyway and walked straight in, I closed the door behind us. “What’s up Trick?”
I swallowed back the bile that was threatening to rise up my throat from the
nerves. “I like you Pete.” I whispered “I really like you.” I spoke a little
louder but still barely audible.  He froze, staring at me with wide eyes for a
moment. Oh god what do I do?
Before I had time to think of some way of brushing this off as a practical joke
or a dare he shoved me back against the wall and connected our lips. Oh my holy
cheese sticks! He’s kissing me! I kissed back eagerly which I could feel made
him smile into it. We stayed like that a moment enjoying the feel of each
other’s lips and tongues fighting for dominance, then he started undoing my
tie. Oh my god what is he doing? This is not a good idea, Jack is literally
across the hallway! This is way too fast! This needs to stop! My brain was
screaming at me but I just couldn’t respond, I couldn’t function like this. I
needed this. My tie was gone, and he had a hold of my wrists. Before I had a
chance to process what was happening he’d pulled away and I looked down to see
my wrists were tied together. He smiled grimly at my confused expression and
ran a hand through my hair “you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Then he walked away. I was too stunned to move I heard the front door slam
shut. What just happened?
 
Pete pov
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Why the hell did I just do that? Ugh I’m such an
idiot! He’s probably completely freaked out right now. 
Well he needed to know, if he thinks he likes me then he should know the truth.
It’s not exactly something I could hide from him. Besides Jack’s cool with it
so I don’t know that he won’t be! 
Are you kidding? Did you see his face?!
Yeah, he was confused as hell; he probably doesn't even know anything about it!
He so innocent and I didn't exactly explain myself!
Oh yeah that would have gone down well ‘oh you like me? That’s great but before
anything happens you should probably know I’m into kinky Sub/Dom BDSM stuff.’
I shook my head as I drove through the streets back to my apartment. What
happened, happened and there’s no way of changing that, just move on and act
normal. He needed to know before he decided he liked me anyway as it’s kinda a
big part of my life so he’d have to accept it at the least anyway so now he
knows we can both move on. I sighed. Fuck life is complicated. 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Patrick pov
I sat in the cafeteria doing research on my phone. So Pete’s into BDSM huh? “Yo
Trick!” A hand waved in front of my face making me jump “huh?” It was Mikey “I
said, when are you going to talk to Pete?” I closed the browser and locked my
phone. “I already did.” I yawned subconsciously; I’d been up late doing
research on my laptop. “Oh? When? How’d it go?” Frank gushed like a girl.
“Yesterday. It went okay I guess, we kissed and then he said I didn't know what
I was getting myself into and left.” Not going to mention the rest of it.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I just shrugged, there’s no way I can tell
them. It’s not my place to anyway. “Well at least you know he likes you back.”
Frank grumbled slightly. I smiled at him, he knew about what was happening with
Lindsey but he didn't know about Gerard liking him back. Bless. They speculated
a bit over possible meanings behind Pete’s words, never coming remotely close
to the truth but getting seemingly more strange and absurd. Frank even went as
far as to suggest maybe Pete was secretly a girl.
The rest of the day seemed to crawl by. I spent most of the time thinking about
what I’d read and what I’d seen in the form of porn that I’d accidentally
clicked on and actually learnt quite a bit from. I just had to think of a plan
on how to show him I was cool with it and I was willing to try…
 
 
Pete pov
It had been nearly a week since the incident with Patrick and as Jack hadn't
said anything and I hadn't seen him since I could only assume he hadn't said
anything. It was now Saturday and I was at Jack's as we had a joint assignment
to work on. We’d barely gotten started when her mobile rang “hello? Oh hey
Terri.” Terri? What does her boss want? (She works at the local beauty store so
I get discount on good branded eyeliner which is always fun.) “What now? What
about Alice, can’t she do it? No….no! Okay, okay.... yes alright… I’ll be there
as quick as I can…. Okay bye.” She sighed. “Jemma’s called in sick so now I
have to cover her shift.” She pulled a face. “When do you leave?” I asked
“now.” I groaned “what about the assignment?” She grabbed her jacket off the
back of the door. “Well it’s not due until next week so we've got plenty of
time but you can stay here and do some if you want. I’m sure Trick won’t mind
the company.” I just nodded. Not so sure about that.
I stayed in her room whilst she headed down the stairs I heard her tell Patrick
what was happening before the front door slammed. She was essentially working a
double now so she wouldn't be back until like 6:30. Probably later. I have a
pretty short attention span; I dunno how long I can stay up here without going
crazy from boredom.
I managed to last about an hour before I had to venture down to the kitchen
before I died from dehydration. I snuck down as quietly as I could and managed
to get down there easy enough. I pulled a can of coke from the fridge and
drained it in a few gulps. I managed to get up about three steps when I heard a
voice “Pete?” shit. I turned slowly to see Patrick looking up at me from the
living room doorway. “Uh, hey Patrick.” He raised an eyebrow from behind his
adorable nerd glasses. “Are you avoiding me?” I didn't say anything. He glanced
down and then back up at me again, he was biting his lip holy fuck that’s
hot. “You shouldn't …” He said. I just stood there watching him like an idiot.
He slowly approached the stairs never breaking eye contact. He got down onto
his knees and lowered his head. My breath hitched.
 
 
Patrick pov
I knelt down and bent my head in a submissive position and waited. There was a
long silence and I was desperate to look up and see what was happening but no,
I had to show I was willing and that would defeat the purpose of this. I have
to wait for instructions. “Patrick?” He finally whispered. “Yes sir?” I heard
him gasp. The research had paid off. “What are you doing?” He was trying to
keep his voice even but it wasn't working very well. “Waiting.” He gulped.
“Waiting for what?” I had to resist the urge to smile smugly. “Instructions.”
I heard the stair creak as he came back down. He slowly circled me, running his
hand over my shoulder and up my neck into my hair. His hand ran through my hair
at the back of my head and I moved my head along with it. “You've done your
homework.” He muttered. He removed his hand from my head and stood in front of
me. “Patrick, look at me.” His voice sounded deeper and more authoritative now.
I raised my head slowly and met his gaze. “Are you sure about this?” I nodded
“yes sir.” He stared at me for a moment, the mental argument written all over
his face.
He finally gave in, nodding. “Get up and follow me.”  I did as I was told and
followed him up to my bedroom. “Sit on the bed.” I did. He looked at me a
minute “have you ever done this before?” I shook my head “no sir.” He chuckled
his voice was deep and sexy. “I know you've never done this before, I meant are
you a virgin?” I felt my cheeks turn pink. “Be honest Trick, it’s okay if you
are I just need to know so I know how best to approach this.” I nodded “so are
you?” I nodded again. He smiled “well then, that will have to be the first
thing we change.” I could feel my stomach flutter with nerves. This is what you
want! There’s nothing to panic about. He sat down next to me and pressed a
light kiss to my cheek. “It’s okay if you’re nervous Patrick. We’ll take it
slow.” I nodded as he pressed another kiss to my temple.
“Safe word?” I thought for a moment then it hit me “Gotham.” He chuckled
“batman really?” I shrugged “why not?” He kissed my jaw before standing up.
“Right then, undress.” I stood up and removed my clothes with slightly shaking
hands. I felt very exposed as I stood there naked, he watched me with hungry
eyes. He cupped my cheek and stroked along my cheek bone with his thumb “so
pretty.” He mumbled before brushing his lips against mine. At that moment a
phone buzzed. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll be back in a second.” He disappeared
down the hall leaving me stood naked in my room. Is this some kind of test? I
crossed my arms over my torso in an attempt to cover myself. Thankfully Pete
soon returned with his phone. “Damn thing.” He muttered as he switched it off.
He looked up at me and smiled “don’t cover yourself up. You’re beautiful, you
should show it.” I unfolded my arms and let them hang awkwardly. I felt
slightly ridiculous how can he think I’m the beautiful one?
He placed his hand on my hips before slowly running them up my chest and
leaving them either side of my neck. “We’ll only go where you feel comfortable
okay?” I nodded “I mean it Patrick, if you start feeling uncomfortable or out
of your depth or you just want to stop you've just got to use your safe word
and we’ll stop straight away. No questions, no disappointment, no strings.
Everything just stops.” I nodded, I’d read about all this when I’d been
researching.
He kissed me gently and guided me down so I was lying on the bed before
stripping himself. I felt my eyes grow wide god damn he’s hot! He straddled my
hips and kissed me more passionately, his hands wandering over my chest. “Your
heartbeat’s racing.” He mumbled against my lips. He reached down to the floor
and picked something up. He then pinned my arms above my head, when he released
them he lent back so I could see what he had done. He’d picked up my school tie
and bound my wrists to the slats in my headboard with it. I didn't even realise
I’d left it on the floor again.
I pulled slightly, testing. There was a little give if I desperately needed it
but not much. You aren't going to need it! He ran the back of his fingers
against my cheek and I found myself leaning into the contact. “You okay
Patrick?” Are you kidding me? We haven’t even done anything yet! “Yes sir.” He
smiled before placing three fingers into his mouth “make sure you relax.” He
ordered as he removed them from his mouth now coated in saliva.
I relaxed myself as best as I could as I felt him insert the first finger. I’m
not gonna lie, it burned. He placed a firm hand on my hip to keep it still
whilst rubbing soothing circles into it with his thumb. “Relax, Patrick. I can
feel you clenching.” Well yeah you've got your finger up my ass! I re-relaxed
as he started to move the finger in and out and in a circular motion that
pushed slightly at the walls. The burning began to dull making it easier to
relax, he then inserted a second finger and repeated the motion only instead of
circling them he started to scissor them apart. I had to bite the inside of my
cheek to stop myself crying out.
He added a third finger and continued to stretch. I groaned slightly in pain as
the burning increased again. He paused “are you okay Patrick?” I nodded and bit
my lip slightly. “It’s okay to say it hurts Patrick. It’s going to the first
few times.” I nodded. “It burns a little...” He nodded and smiled a little
“don’t worry that will fade.” He ran a hand through my hair affectionately
before turning serious again.
“Do you have any lube?” I shook my head, I’d been meaning to get some more but
had never gotten round to it. “Okay then, well we need some form of lubrication
to make it easier for you…” He thought for a moment. We could just use saliva
again. “I know we said we’d take this slowly but you’re going to have to do
this in order for us to continue…” He watched me carefully “we’re going to need
to saliva up my dick.” I smiled and nodded at his mild awkwardness. He relaxed
a bit as I sat up, my arms stretched out awkwardly behind me.
I bent down and ran my tongue along the underside of his member making him hum
in approval. I repeated the action along the top and two sides before running
it over the tip which resulted in him moaning softly. A few more licks and he
put a hand on my shoulder “I think we’re ready.” He sounded slightly breathy. I
lay back on the bed in my previous position as he readied himself between my
legs. I took a deep breath and relaxed as much as possible.
I felt him press against my entrance “ready?” I nodded and closed my eyes as he
pushed in a little. It hurt. A lot. He stilled a moment before pushing in a bit
more, he continued until he was the whole way in. I hissed slightly as the
burning stretch grew more intense. I felt a warm hand on my cheek “you okay?” I
opened my eyes and saw Pete loving yet concerned expression. I nodded “remember
if you want to stop just use the safe word and we’ll stop.” I nodded, resisting
the urge to role my eyes. He stayed still until the pain dulled into a slight
pleasure, I smiled and nodded to let him know to continue.
He started off slowly; moving in and out. The pleasure started to build and I
found myself moaning softly “oh gosh.” He giggled “it’s okay to swear Patrick.”
He started picking up speed and going harder, I couldn't stop myself calling
out. Out of nowhere he hit a really sensitive spot causing a large wave of
pleasure to wash over me. “Fuuuuuck!” I gasped. “Good boy.” He whispered before
kissing me just below my ear. He continued to hit the same spot over and over,
driving me completely crazy. We were both moaning when he finally spilled
inside of me calling my name. I gasped slightly as he pulled out, suddenly
desperate for my own climax. He kissed me gently which I responded to with a
needy hunger that seemed to catch him by surprised.
I whined slightly as he pulled away which caused him to raise an eyebrow. I
glanced down at my hardened member then back to his expectant gaze. “please.” I
mumbled unsure of what else to say. He dug his nails into my hips “please
what?” He almost growled “please sir.” He released his grip “what do you need?”
I glanced back down and up again “just…help! Please sir.” He smiled smugly
before kissing down my jaw and continuing to work his way down my torso until
he reached my member. He then took it into his mouth to the base and sucked
hard making me gasp loudly. He started to bob his head, running his tongue over
all the sensitive areas causing a series of pleasured moans to escape my lips.
I’d never felt anything like it before and I was soon coming down his throat.
He swallowed it easily before pulling off and lying down next to me. He reached
over and untied my wrist before pulling me into his side, my head resting on
his chest. I lay listening to his heartbeat as it steadied into a regular
rhythm. I was almost asleep when I felt him shift beneath me. “Trick, we gotta
get dressed. Jack will be back soon.” His voice was its normal light tone now
and it had lost the demanding authority. I groaned in response which made him
chuckle. I felt exhausted why can’t I just sleep?
 
 
Pete pov
I eventually managed to get Patrick up and dressed and we ordered a giant
pizza. The remains had been left in the kitchen for Jack when she eventually
got in. Turns out she had to stay late for stock check. I was sat watching T.V
with Patrick’s head on my lap whilst he dosed. I stroked his hair
absentmindedly whilst I thought back over what happened, I still couldn't
believe it.
“Stupid, arsehole tightwad!” Jack grumbled as she walked through the door.
“That bad huh?” I whispered, conscious of waking my sleeping angel. “Yeah! I’m
only getting half the money I should be plus not only was I the only one on the
shop floor the whole double shift but I had to stay and do the entire stock
check, that just couldn't wait until tomorrow, by myself because he had to go
to dinner with his wife!” She stepped through the door and raised an eyebrow
when she noticed Trick. I just shrugged before gently moving his head onto a
pillow and following her into the kitchen.
“So did you get much work done?” I shrugged “I worked for like an hour after
you left but then I got bored so I ended up playing video games with Patrick.”
She rolled her eyes “I knew you wouldn't do it! So how was he?” I shrugged
“yeah, he was fine. We had a nice chat.” She nodded “he likes you, you know.” I
smiled you have no idea! “Yeah, he’s a good kid.” She watched me intently a
moment, gauging my reaction. “Yeah he is.”
***** Chapter 5 *****
Patrick pov
I woke up on the couch with a blanket on me in the dark. As I sat up I noticed
the sticky note that had been stuck to my glasses. It was from Jack. 
Sorry Trick, I would of woken you but you’re so cute when you’re sleeping! Oh,
you have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 11:30 but my shift’s 11:00-6:00 so
Pete’s gonna give you a lift. J x
I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, it was still dark. I grabbed my
phone off the coffee table and checked the time, 3:30 am ugh. I also had a
text… from Pete. Since when did he have my number? I opened it eagerly. 
Hey babe, I programmed my number into your phone and copied your's over to mine
whilst you were sleeping. You need to put a lock on it; you know how nosy your
sister is! I’m taking you to the dentist tomorrow so we can talk more then.
Sorry I didn't get to say bye but you’re so damn adorable when you’re sleeping!
Xx- p 
I smiled as I re-read the text. I winced slightly as I stood up and stretched.
My ass hurt, a lot. I slowly made my way upstairs and collapsed on the bed
fully clothed.
I woke once more later that morning at 10:00 when Jack burst in the room “come
on Trick! Pete’ll be here in an hour.” I groaned and sat up, fighting hard to
keep the wince off my face. She grinned and sat down on the end of my bed “have
fun yesterday?” I rolled my eyes “we played video games Jack.” She raised her
eyebrow “oh really?” I sighed “yes really.” She gave a smile and squeezed my
arm “I think he likes you, you know.” I faked a laugh “yeah right.” Okay acting
is a lot harder than it seems. She sighed “well I’m leaving in fifteen minutes
so you better make sure you’re ready by eleven.” With that she left me to it.
I showered and dressed before pouring a bowl of cereal and brushing my teeth. I
lent against the counter thinking over the last night when a honk of a car horn
pulled me out of my thoughts. I grabbed my keys and headed out of the door to
Pete’s car.
 
 
Pete pov
I sat in the waiting room whilst Patrick took his turn, flicking through month
old magazines and receiving death glares from a woman with a toddler who was
fidgety and kept making irritating noises. “Hey cutey.” I looked up to see a
girl I recognised as a friend of Lindsey’s…Kitty I think her name was. “Uh,
hi.” She smiled and sat next to me. “You here for a check-up?” I shook my head
“just giving a friend a lift.” She raised an eyebrow “oh? What friend?” She
flipped her hair over her shoulder and puckered her lips slightly. Ugh, girls
are so obvious. “Patrick.” She furrowed her eyebrows “Jacqueline’s brother?” I
nodded “Jack’s working so I gave him a lift.” At that point Patrick came out.
“Ready to go?” He nodded. Kitty looked him up and down with disgust and I
resisted the urge to yell at her. How dare she look at my beautiful boy like
that! We walked out and headed to my car.
 
*
 
We reached Starbucks and it was virtually empty “Hey Pete!” I glanced up to the
counter to see Ashley. Ugh, why is she always working when I come in here? “Uh,
hi. Ashley right?” She nodded enthusiastically like my remembering her name was
the best thing that had ever happened to her. “The usual?” She remembers what I
usually order? God she’s like Lindsey number 2! I just nodded “and what are you
having Trick?” He looked up at the menu boards on the wall behind the counter
with a cute little crinkle forming on his nose “just a latte please.” Ashley
stood twiddling a strand of hair around her finger whilst I handed over the
money “you’re Jackie’s brother right?” He nodded “so what are you doing with
Pete?” She glanced up at me through her eyelashes. Eeeeeewwww! “I gave him a
lift as Jack’s working.” I supplied relieving a clearly uncomfortable Patrick.
Thankfully our coffees were ready then allowing us to escape. Today’s sharpie
was purple ugh, seriously leave me alone!  Patrick chuckled as we sat down in
the corner “she sooo fancies you!” I groaned “she won’t leave me alone! It’s
ridiculous!” He grinned more as he fidgeted slightly in his seat. I raised an
eyebrow as he continued to look uncomfortable as he sipped his coffee. “You
okay?” He nodded, his cheeks turning ever so slightly pink “a little sore…” He
mumbled as he stared intently into his coffee. I couldn't help but smile “don’t
worry, that only lasts for the first couple of times.” He nodded “we’ll need to
work out your sister’s schedule so we can arrange times and days to meet up.”
He looked up slightly surprised, it was good to know I wasn't the only one who
couldn't believe all this was real. “well she works every Saturday, the shifts
alternate though, this week she’s on 11:00-6:00 but next week she’ll be on 9:
00-4:00.” I nodded as he continued “she works during the week too when she’s
not at collage but by the time I get in I’m alone for maybe an hour at the
most.” I thought for a moment, I had work too during the week “once a week
should be fine for a regular thing, we can always arrange extra times as they
come up. I’m not going to let this interfere with your school work though so if
you start falling behind we’ll have to come up with a new plan.” I warned, I
wasn't about to let him completely ruin his future for this. He nodded “I can
keep up; it’ll just mean actually doing the work when I get it during the week
instead of leaving it and procrastinating.” He shrugged as I smiled, I’d never
like school work much either. I squeezed his knee gently under the table and he
did well at keeping a straight face. Such a good boy.
At that point Ashley came over, halting our conversation. “Excuse me.” She
smiled as she lent unnecessarily low over the table whilst she wiped it with a
damp cloth, exposing her cleave ridge. Again, eeeww!  Patrick smirked at me
over her shoulder before she stood up and winked at me before walking away with
a very forced and emphasised wiggle. “As Jack’s working until six, we can go
back to mine for a bit…” I left the details up to his imagination as his eyes
bulged ever so slightly. I wasn’t really planning much, just an intro to
everything but hey, if he wants to start fantasising about things that’s up to
him. I’ll just let him sweat.  
***** Chapter 6 *****
Patrick pov
We left Starbucks and he drove back to his apartment. The whole journey my
heart was pounding in my chest as hundreds of different scenarios ran through
my head. I had no idea what to expect other than some extreme things I’d scene
in videos during research. It’s my first time. I said to myself he won’t do
anything too extreme. I repeated this over and over in my head, I glanced
sideways and watched Pete as he tried his hardest to disguise a smirk. Oh
god. I could feel the panic setting in big time now. Do I really want to do
this?
He pulled up outside his apartment block and parked. We headed up the stairs to
his floor, as the lift was broken, in complete silence. My legs felt like jelly
and my head felt like it was floating high up above my body in the clouds. Just
talk to him! I reasoned with myself. He’ll understand, he said we’d only go as
far and as fast as I’m comfortable with anyway. He unlocked the apartment door
and we went inside but before I could say anything he locked the door again and
shoved me up against it in a deep embrace. My wrists were pinned tightly
together above my head with one hand whilst the other caressed the front and
side of my neck, squeezing ever so slightly. I was trapped in that kiss, unable
to do anything other than fit in as Pete’s tongue explored every detail of my
mouth. All the fear and anxiety I’d felt before had completely gone and was
replaced by a desperate, hungry longing.
I’d never felt so loved and safe before in all my life as I did in that moment.
Not even when I was a little kid and I used to snuggle up in bed with Jack
during a thunderstorm or when grandma gave me one of her special hugs that used
to scare away all the monsters. I realised then that my earlier worries had
been for nothing, not only did I want this I needed it. That feeling of
security was something I never wanted to loose and I knew then that I would do
anything to keep it, no matter how absurd or ridiculous it seemed. I would
follow Pete and his orders to the end; I was already in way too deep to turn
back now.
He pulled back slightly resting his forehead against my own and breathing
heavily. “Such a good boy.” He mumbled against my lips before stepping away
completely. He went into the kitchen, leaving me stood at the door. I daren’t
move without permission; especially not knowing his plan. He soon returned with
a small gold key, he smiled warmly at me “such a good boy, you’re picking this
up well. Not moving until you’re told like a good boy for me.” He cooed as he
ran a hand through my hair “follow me Patrick, I’m going to introduce you to
our play room.” The commanding tone to his voice was back and moving me
straight into action, it was strange how he could go from Pete to Sir in a
matter of a second with just the tone of his voice.
I followed him down the hallway to a locked door, directly opposite his
bedroom. He quickly unlocked the door and I felt my heart rate increase whether
from nerves or anticipation I didn’t know. The room was dark with only dim
light coming from a ceiling lamp hanging in the corner, the room was completely
internal with one wall covered in dance studio style mirrors whilst the other
three where a blood red. All the furniture was black and leather, but pretty
basic. There was a bondage table, a St Andrew cross and a bed that had been
modified with a hook on the headboard and slats that were big enough for chains
to fit through. There was glass fronted cupboard mounted onto the wall that had
an array of different ‘toys’ in it.
I felt a warm hand on the small of my back as I stepped slightly further into
the room. I was guided to the bed and forced to sit down. “Safe word?” He
turned to me “Gotham.” The reply fell instantly from my lips and he smirked
slightly. I like batman alright?! “Strip down to your boxers.” He headed over
to the cupboard as I stood up and undressed. He opened up the cupboard and
pulled something out but I couldn’t see what. “sit.” He commanded as he turned
back to me. I sat down and he held out a blackout eye mask like the ones you
wear on a plane. I took them gingerly and put them on, plunging myself into
darkness. My breathing quickened as my eyes adjusted to the change in light, I
couldn’t see a thing. “You okay Patrick?” I nodded “yes sir.”
I heard his feet retreat and couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. “Sir?”
I heard the fidgeting movements stop “hush.” He said “But-” I was cut off with
the sharp pain of his hand connecting with my face “you are not to speak unless
you are spoken to or you are using your safe word, do I make myself clear.” I
nodded vigorously “good boy.” He rubbed his thumb along my jawline “now I’m
going to go get a few toys for you to test, sit and wait.” His hand left my
face and I heard the rummaging noise from across the room.
He quickly came back and I could hear a faint buzzing sound like the flow of
electricity, my whole body tingled with a mix of nerves and excitement. “Stand
up.” I did as I was told and was guided across the room a little way before I
was forced to sit down onto a leather table the bondage table? “Lay back.” I
lay back and felt my wrists and ankles being strapped in. Yep definitely the
bondage table. I felt a slight buzz of excitement at the feel of the cool
leather against my skin. I felt warm lips against my forehead “you okay so far
Patrick?” He asked “yes sir.” The buzzing grew louder “this Patrick, is a
violet wand. It works on the process of electro-stimulation.” I felt a sudden
shock on the inside of my left thigh causing my leg to spasm slightly, I gasped
at the sensation. I could practically hear the smirk in his voice “pretty cool
isn't it?” He asked as I received another shock just above my nipple. “Sooo
many different attachments, this one’s my favourite though…” I received a few
more shocks on random parts of my torso before the buzzing slowly faded. I felt
slightly disappointed at this. I got a new sensation as he pressed his lips to
the fresh welts on my skin, I gasped as it stung in a quick, sharp burst. He
repeated the motion on all of them before pulling away. “I’m going to let you
up now Patrick.” I nodded to show I understood as I felt the restraints on my
wrists and ankles release one at a time was that it?
I was pulled into a standing position by his hand on the top of my arm before I
was guided across the room. I was spread so that my arms and legs were strapped
wide apart and I was bent over slightly “as I’m sure you've worked out this is
a St. Andrews cross.” He told me as I felt something that felt like soft
leather strings run up my back. “And this…” He paused to crack the leather
against the skin of my back, I gasped as I felt it cut into my skin slightly in
several placed “is a flogger.” Hot damn. He brought the flogger down onto my
back three, four, five more times before again pressing his lips to my skin.
Once on each cut on my back, I groaned softly at the sharp yet glorious sting
of pain that shot through me.
He chuckled before bringing it down on my back again only this time it felt
completely different. It didn't cut the skin but it connected with more of it,
it was harder and left a heated tingling sensation causing me to groan louder.
He bent close and whispered in my ear “You like that do you bitch?” I was
feeling the same floaty feeling as earlier only this time it was from pure
ecstasy as opposed to nervous panic. He brought it down on my back again
causing another moan “it’s amazing what a simple riding crop can do.” He said
casually. It was then that I realised how hard I was, I didn't think I’d ever
been so hard. A few more times and I was close to losing it completely, my head
was barely present as I got lost in the high I was feeling. I gasped loudly as
I felt his hand come into contact with my ass “come.” He whispered in my ear
and I did.
I’d never orgasmed so intensely in my life before this moment, it was like a
fused popped within my head and everything went hazy as my legs gave way
beneath me. My head felt suddenly empty and spacious yet I felt high as a kite,
it was amazing yet completely strange. I didn't even realise I’d been
unstrapped until I collapsed back against his chest, my head lolling back as he
ran his hand through my hair as he kissed my temple “such a good boy, so
beautiful. You did so well baby so well.” I grinned kinda manically as he
continued to mumble in my ear.
My breathing slowed as I slowly started to return to my senses as he held me
close in his arms “you okay Trick?” I nodded suddenly overcome with fatigue
“yeah, so tired.” I yawned. He chuckled before guiding me into the living room
and sitting me on the sofa “stay awake Trick.” He told me as I relaxed back
into the couch my eyelids starting to feel heavy. The contact of the sofa
material with my raw skin made me hiss slightly. He soon returned placing a
large glass of orange juice and a sandwich with what appeared to be chocolate
spread in it. He also had a towel.  “Come on, you need to eat.” I opened one
eyelid to see him sat next to me on the sofa with a look of adoring concern
“I’m not hungry.” I mumbled as I closed my eye again, I just wanted to sleep.
“Patrick, eat.” I opened my eye to see his face had turned as serious and hard
as his voice.
I sighed and sat up, picking up the sandwich and taking a bite. His face
softened “you’ll feel better, trust me.” I said nothing as I continued to eat
the sandwich. I also took a sip of the orange juice and realised that actually
I was starting to feel more normal. He ruffled my hair lightly “keeps your
sugar levels up.” I smiled thankfully. He started to dab at my back with the
towel so that I wasn't bleed everywhere, the towel was slightly damp and felt
amazing against my heated skin. I sighed softly “you okay?” He asked as he
continued to work on my back. “Yeah. I’m good.” I smiled at him and he seemed
to relax a little. “All done.” He announced as he put the towel down. He pulled
me into him and I relaxed against him and put my head on his shoulder.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Pete pov
I sat with Patrick relaxing on my shoulder for a little while before getting up
to get him some clean underwear. I made a mental note to go shopping for some
in his size so he’d always have stuff hear instead of having to use mine. I
grabbed a pair out of the chest of draw and came in to find him finishing off
the orange juice and sandwich. I smiled and took them to the sink; I’d wash
them up later. I handed him the clean boxers and he smiled gratefully as I sat
next to him.  I threw his into the laundry basket before turning on the TV and
lying down on the couch, Patrick curled up into my side.
Once I was convinced he wasn’t going to collapse on me or something I let him
sleep. His head resting on my chest whilst I had my arm around his waist and
the other gently running through his hair. Teenage mutant ninja turtle’s reruns
were playing on the screen but I wasn’t paying attention, I just lay there
watching my beautiful baby sleeping, that probably sounds really creepy but I
couldn’t help it! He’s beautiful when he sleeps, he’s beautiful anyway but when
he’s sleeping he has this adorable, innocent vulnerability to him. How the hell
did I get this lucky?
 
*
 
After a few hours of Patrick snoozing whilst I half paid attention to random TV
programmes he woke with a small yawn. He stretched out but hissed slightly as
the freshly damaged skin stretched with the movement. “careful.” I warned. He
smiled as he lay back down, looking up at me with his gorgeous honey eyes.
“Feeling better?” he nodded enthusiastically before leaning up and kissing me
gently “you know, when I woke I half expected it all to be a dream.” He smiled
“I could never dream anything as amazing as you.” I said as I kissed the tip of
his nose. He pulled a face yeah I know cheesy.
I chuckled at the expression, he really was adorable. I leant over and kissed
him properly on the lips, it started off slow and sweet but then grew heated.
We made out for about twenty minutes whilst he pulled me closer, his hand
gripping tight in my hair. He rolled so that I was hovering above him, I
daren’t put my full weight on him with his sore back. It wasn’t until his hand
started to travel under my t-shirt that I reluctantly pulled away, resting my
forehead against his panting slightly. He looked at me with large begging eyes
as his hand continued to travel up my t-shirt. The feeling of his hand against
my skin made my spine tingle, god I wanted him.
He continued to trace my stomach and chest, it wasn’t until he grabbed at the
hem of my t-shirt and started to pull it up that I stilled his hand. “Did I do
something wrong?” he blushed; I smiled at him “I thought you were sore.” He
shrugged and bit his lip, damn that’s hot. My jeans were starting to get pretty
tight as I bent down and kissed him again. He moaned softly into my mouth as I
ran the tip of my tongue along the roof of his mouth, I felt him hardening
beneath me as he pulled at my shirt again. I let him pull it over my head
before his hand ran all over my body “are you sure?” I mumbled against his lip,
he chuckled “you really need to stop asking me that.” He pulled me impossibly
closer and I bit his lip which made him moan even more.
I pulled off my jeans before grinding down against him which resulted in him
crying out. It wasn’t long before we were both completely naked, our naked
members rubbing against each other resulting in excessive gasps and moans. I
then remembered that the lube was still in the bedroom, I moved to get it but
was stopped by him grabbing a hold of me looking questioningly up at me. I
kissed his nose a smiled “I need to get the lube.” He rolled his eyes and
pulled me back down “we did without it last time.” I raised my eyebrow “it
makes it easier on you if we use it.” he just shrugged “I’ll take the hard
way.”
We kissed again before I coated my fingers in saliva and inserted the first
digit. He moaned softly and it didn’t take long before he was pushing down on
it. I smirked as I inserted the second and began to stretch. He didn’t react so
much this time and he didn’t need too much but he was still very tight. I
inserted the third finger and continued stretching, he moaned softly as I
brushed against a sensitive spot, my fingers just seemed to naturally catch
them as though they were meant to do this. I kept the thought to myself though
as I continued to stretch his entrance.
“Ooh, hurry up.” He moaned softly as inserted a fourth finger it wasn’t really
necessary but I was enjoying teasing him and it was better to be safe than
sorry. Watching him moan at the touch was incredibly erotic as I continued to
harden. It soon became too much and I pulled out, I quickly spat on my hands
and rubbed them together before rubbing the saliva onto my harden member and
lining up with his entrance. I pushed in the whole way and stilled for a moment
as he gasped and I let out a small moan at the feeling of him hot and tight
around me. I started to move, slowly at first but it wasn’t long before he was
moving his hips down to meet me as I thrusted into him. I sped up getting
harder and faster so we were both moaning each other’s names. I caught his
prostate and he cried out with pleasure, his hips bucking up as I re angled so
I continued to hit it again.
I could feel myself getting closer to my climax and grabbed at his hard member
which was twitching against his stomach. I pumped him in time with my thrusts
as he gasped out in pleasure and it wasn’t long before he came all over his
stomach, the feeling of his tightening muscles around me and the beautiful
whimpering noise that escaped his lips was enough to send me over the edge,
spilling inside of him. I pulled out and started cleaning up his stomach with
my tongue, he groaned slightly and pulled me up by my hair so that our lips
met, it was sloppy and rough yet ever so sweet.
 
Patrick pov
We lay on the couch a little longer before I decided to take a shower, I
couldn’t really go home stinking of sex. My skin was sore as hell and I
couldn’t help but curse a few times as the hot water ran over it. I jumped out
and got dressed, my jeans rubbing harshly against the welts on my legs. Despite
the pain I couldn’t help but feel glad for it, the little marks and sensations
that no one else could see yet were very prominent to me that showed Pete’s
love and affection. I blinked a few times in surprise did I seriously just
think that? I’d never really thought about how seriously this kind of stuff
would affect me, I’d only thought about how it would probably hurt and would
mean I could be with Pete. I hadn’t even considered it would alter my thought
patterns.
I continued to get dressed as I thought over the psychological affects, I
didn’t even realise Pete had come in until his arms snaked around my waist. I
wrinkled my nose “I finally see what they’re talking about when people complain
about people smelling like sex.” He chuckled in my ear before kissing my
temple. I lent back into the embrace despite the pain in my back begging
otherwise, all the marks where easily hidden by clothing which made life a lot
easier.
Pete got dressed before he drove me home. I got there and the house was empty
thankfully. I thought over the rule I’d been set nobody is to know anything,
the second someone starts suspecting something problems start up, we have to be
very careful with all this Patrick. You cannot use me in any way shape or form
as part of your excuses for where you’ve been or what you’ve been up to after
our meetings should you need them. Understand?  I was terrible at coming up
with excuses on the spot. I headed up to my room and started my homework whilst
thinking up some none Pete related excuses just in case.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Patrick pov
It was a week before Frank’s birthday and we were heading round Mikey’s to go
over the last minute plans of the party that was being held. Pete kissed me
deeply as he ran his hand underneath the back of my shirt rubbing lightly over
the freshly made marks, the sensation made me shiver. I entered the house as
quietly as possible, this week’s session had run a bit late.… well a LOT late.
I managed to get half way up the stairs when Jack’s voice called up from the
kitchen “so where were you?” She appeared in the doorway and looked up at me.
“I was with Mikey.” She raised an eyebrow “but you’re seeing Mikey later.” I
shrugged “we’re planning a surprise for the party so we needed to talk about it
whilst Frank wasn't with us.” She nodded slowly “well go pack your stuff, were
leaving in a minute.”
I headed up the stairs to my bedroom and grabbed a bag, quickly shoving in the
bit’s I would need before quickly making my way back down to Jack who was now
waiting by the door. “We gotta pick Pete up as well.” She told me as I strapped
in. “’kay.” She glanced sideways at me raising her eyebrow “what?” She shrugged
“I dunno, it’s just…. you seem more, I dunno confident? Like all of a sudden
you've just come completely out of your shell.” I wasn't really sure how to
respond to that “um, thanks?” she chuckled as we pulled up outside the
apartment building I knew so well. Pete waved from his apartment window making
us both chuckle.
He soon jumped into the back of the car and started chattering mindlessly about
collage stuff so I zoned out. I suddenly felt my phone buzz in my pocket and
when I unlocked it I saw it was from Pete
Hey beautiful  ;) <3 xx
 I caught his eye in the rear view mirror as he smirked slightly and I raised
my eyebrow before replying
You’re seriously going to text me from the backseat of the car? xx  
He continued with the conversation effortlessly whilst continuing to text me
Yup, problem? :P <3 xx
I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to reply, my phone buzzed again anyway
Do u have any idea how sexxaaay u look wen u do that??? <3 xx
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion
When I roll my eyes? Xx
Before I got a reply I was snapped back into normality “Patrick?” Jack snapped
her fingers in front of my face causing me to blink “huh?” she grinned “we’re
here.” I grabbed my stuff out of the trunk and headed to the door. Which opened
as I reached it with Gerard making his way out he smiled “hey Patrick, Mikey’s
in his room.” I nodded and thanked him before heading up.
It wasn't long before Frank arrived and we had a very long conversation about
party stuff; apparently Frank had a large list of alcoholic beverages and
wasn't sure how much he’d be able to convince his mom to buy meaning Mikey and
I had to get our older siblings to buy stuff.  We crashed in the living room
whilst Mikey went out and paid for the pizzas “you know Gerard's gonna be there
right” I said to him. A grin spread over his face “yeah I know, Moikay said his
mom wouldn't let us have it here if there wasn't a responsible adult there.” I
chuckled and rolled my eyes “all I’m saying is don’t do something stupid that
you’ll regret later.” He winked at me “don’t worry Trick, I've got it all
planned out.”
At that point Mikey walked in yawning, it was already 10:30 “I swear if you lot
are discussing Frank and my brother getting it off you can leave now.” I
chuckled as Frank pouted “but Moikay you said you were happy for us!” Mikey
rolled his eyes “yeah, but I also said that I didn't want to hear about it.” he
grumbled “he likes you, ya know.” I mumbled around a mouthful of pizza.
“bullshit.” Frank mumbled blushing slightly “no it’s true! Jack told me.” he
sighed almost longingly “he’s gonna be a dad and he still almost three years
older than me.” “Oh did you not hear?” Mikey interrupted “Lindsey’s not
pregnant, she lied about it.” I felt my eye’s grow wide “wait what?” he nodded
“she made it up as some twisted plot to get Gerard back.” Wow. “Dude! That’s
fucked up.” He hummed in agreement.
We fell silent for a moment before Frank turned to me “so what’s going on
between you and Pete?” I almost choked on my pizza “nothing.” He raised an
eyebrow “are you sure? 'cause something is definitely different about you
recently. Like seriously if you can’t go around getting amazing butt sex and
not tell your best friend’s about it!” Mikey covered his ears “yes, yes he can!
I don’t need to know the intimate details of Pete’s dick in his ass thank you
very much!” I felt myself blush scarlet “fuck off!” They both simultaneously
gasped and stared at me with identical shocked expressions “did Patrick Stump
just swear?!” Frank cried, I rolled my eyes “yes, yes he did mofos.” they both
gaped at me. “Stay like that much longer and you’ll end up catching flies.”
Mikey blinked in amazement “okay, he is definitely getting layd!” I rolled my
eyes “if I was getting layd do you not think it would be something I would be
bragging about?!”  They exchanged a look and I couldn't help but feel my
stomach twist and knot, they didn't actually know anything… did they?
 
 
Pete pov
We got back to the Way’s at about 11:15. Jack was staying round the boyfriends
for the night so I couldn't get home. Well I could walk but that requires
effort and after popcorn and big assed pizzas from the cinema trip that was not
really an option in my opinion. We paused in the hallway as the younger lads
chatted, oblivious to our presence. “Dude that’s basically rape!” Patrick’s
voice gasped “it’s not rape! It just requires a bit of alcohol and a little
underhand tactics.” Frank reasoned “seriously why are we still having this
conversation?!?!” Mikey grumbled “oh go outside if you don’t want to listen!”
Frank snapped. Patrick adorable little giggle floated out to us which made me
smile.
Gerard gave me a weird look. “Seriously guys! I don’t want to know what you’re
planning to do to get Frank and my brother together! If it happens then I’m
cool I just don’t want to know about it.” even in the dark hallway you see the
furious blush that formed on Gerard’s cheeks. I couldn't help but chuckle. The
conversation halted abruptly and Gerard grabbed my arm, dragging me down into
the basement where I collapsed on the couch in a fit of hysterics. “This isn't
fucking funny!” he almost growled. “Oh but it is!” he rolled his eyes as I
calmed myself down a bit “what’s the big deal man? You like him and he likes
you why does this have to be made so god damn complicated?” he dropped down on
his bed “I don’t know Pete maybe because he’s only sixteen! I don’t fancy
getting arrested for rape or child molestation for being with a minor!” I guess
I’d never thought of that. “Huh, I suppose that make’s sense.” It made me think
over me and Patrick. So technically it was illegal, but he’d be eighteen in a
few months so it wasn't a serious issue. I hope.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Patrick pov
I woke up desperate to use the bathroom whilst bathed in the blue light of the
TV on standby. I guess I must have dosed off sometime during the film. I wasn't
the only one though, Frank was snoring on the floor and Mikey was zonked out in
the armchair. I straightened out my glasses before sneaking out into the
hallway. A bright light shone out from the crack between the bottom of the
basement door and the floor telling me that Gerard must have gotten back.
I crept up the stairs and walked straight into someone as I fumbled in the
dark. “Shit sorry.” I mumbled as I squinted up in what I hoped was the
direction of their face. A deep chuckle sounded that I knew oh so
well, Pete. “Don’t worry about it Trick.” I could just make out his smile as my
eyes continued to adjust to the lack of light “I didn't know you were staying.”
I whispered “neither did I but Jack’s boyfriend called as we came out of the
cinema saying that they’d had to cancel the show because Brendon’s really sick
and they can’t perform without their vocalist.” He shrugged and I nodded, I
guess that made sense.
I felt his arms snake around my waist as his lips met mine in a sweet kiss. I
wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and allowing him to slip
his tongue into my mouth and my own into his. Even here he was the dominant
one. He pushed me back against the wall and nibbled on my lip which made me
gasp slightly. I felt him smile against my lips as he ran his hand down to my
hips and back up again. He pulled away panting and rested his forehead against
my own smiling adoringly at me, I couldn't help but blush when he looked at me
like that. He placed a kiss on the tip of my nose before stepping back and
heading back down the stairs leaving me breathless and tingly against the wall.
*
I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee. I opened my eyes to see a cup
floating under my nose, I took it instantly and drained it without even looking
up. The coffee bringer chuckled and sat down next to me, I didn't even need to
look up to know who it was; I’d recognise that sexy chuckle anywhere. “Sleep
well?” Pete asked “it would have been better with company.” I said innocently
glancing sideways at him. He blushed slightly and quirked an eyebrow at me as I
flashed a grin. He ruffled my hair playfully and I pulled a face, I didn't like
anyone doing that; it always felt so patronising. 
That’s when Mikey dropped down in the chair with another mug and major bedhead.
He kicked Frank who was still asleep on the floor. He groaned and sat up “dude
seriously?” Mikey rolled his eyes and sipped from his mug. “There’s coffee in
the pot providing Gerard hasn't drunk it all.” That was all Frank needed to
scamper off to the kitchen. I shook my head at him I’m pretty sure it wasn't
the hope of coffee that got him out there.
I sent Jack a text to see if she was still at Ryan’s but it turns out they’d
gone out for the day so I was going to have to walk home. Ugh. “I don’t suppose
your sister can give me a lift?” Frank asked as he came back in with a mug in
hand. “She’s out for the day so no sorry.” He pulled a face “ugh, that means
walking.” Mikey chuckled “that’ll do you some good!” I rolled my eyes as Frank
pouted. “Don’t be mean Moikay you know I don’t like exercise!”
“Since when does anyone like exercise?” Gerard mumbled as he came in and sat
down the other side of Pete which meant he had to move closer to me. Not that
I’m complaining or anything. We sat chatting a little longer before I finally
grabbed my shoes so I could leave, accompanied by Frank. It would probably take
ages to get home. Ugh, walking. 
***** Chapter 10 *****
Patrick pov
“Three days to go, three days to go, three days till my birthday, oh three more
days to go.” Frank sung as he skipped along in front of Mikey and I. We’d had a
half day today so that the teachers could prepare for the parent teacher
meeting the younger grades had this evening which meant we were heading into
town for the afternoon. We went into Starbucks for coffee before going bowling
and hitting the games arcade. We brought some candy before they decided to drag
me into the music store. It’s not that I had a problem with the store it’s just
that I knew for a fact that Pete was on the afternoon shift today so would be
in their too. I wouldn't have a problem with this either if it wasn't for the
fact I was pretty damn sure  they were going to try and pull something that
would most likely be embarrassing as hell in an attempt to try and get us
together.
They pulled me into the store and the bell rung as we entered. Pete looked up
from behind the counter where he was reading the latest copy of kerrang! With a
mug of coffee. He smiled at us as we entered “hey Pete!” Frank called before
shoving me up to the front by the counter before disappearing into the rows of
CD’s followed by Mikey. I shook my head as Pete raised his eyebrow at the
behavior. “They’re trying to get us together.” I whispered as I reached him. He
chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Not exactly subtle are they?” I shook my head
and chuckled. “They wouldn't know the meaning of the word.”
We fell into a comfortable silence as the music that played in the background
washed over me. I chime in with a “haven’t you people ever heard of closing the
goddamn door?!”...I didn't recognise it but it was pretty damn good. “Who is
this?” I asked “Panic! At the disco.” I stared blankly at him and he chuckled
“you know, Brendon and Ryan’s band?”
“Oh, Jack never said that was what they were called.” He grinned and rolled his
eyes “that sounds about right, the most important aspect of her boyfriend’s
band and she forgets to mention it.” Mikey wandered over and wrapped his arm
casually around my shoulder “You coming on Saturday? Keep Gee company?” oh god,
what is he doing?“Well as much fun as it sounds babysitting a bunch of underage
drinkers I’m afraid I will have to decline. Jack and I are going clubbing,
apparently I need to get layd.” He rolled his eyes as my stomach dropped. He’s
joking… right?
I was pulled out of my sudden panic by Mikey pulling at my cheek. “Aww, but
Patrick will be so disappointed. Right Trick?” I batted his hand away and
glared at him “piss off dude.” He grinned whilst Pete gave us a weird look.
“Uh, so are you guys actually buying anything or?” he was interrupted by a
triumphant cry from Frank “found it!” He scrambled over to the counter with
Green Day’s Nimrod CD. “My little cousin thought it would be fun to play with
my old copy with sticky fingers.” He shook his head as Pete gasped in horror
“kids have no sense of responsibility over these things!” I rolled my eyes as
they mourned the CD with grim expressions. “So can we go now?” I asked, feeling
slightly irritated. “Uh sure I guess.” Frank shrugged noticing my mood change.
We left the shop and I stayed quite whilst Mikey and Frank argued over whether
American Idiot was better than Dookie. I wasn't paying attention to anything
around me I couldn't help but replay the snippet of conversation in my head
surely he was joking. He wasn't really gonna cheat on me right? But would it
really be cheating, I mean we never exactly specified that this was an
exclusive thing I’d just kind of assumed.I felt sick to the pit of my stomach.
 
 
Pete pov
I felt bad. Ever since they left the store I couldn't get the image out of my
head. The split second of shocked hurt that had crossed his face when I’d
mentioned Jack's opinion on my sex life. Did he really think I could ever do
that to him? I could never hurt him, but Jack really had told me she was
dragging me to a gay nightclub so that I could get layd. I would go but I
wasn't going to do anything, I was happy with Patrick even if we had to keep
things secret.
I found myself outside the house, I knew Jack wasn't in 'cause she’d said
during college this morning that she was trying out some dance class thing they
were holding at the community center. She’d tried to convince me to join her
but I had very politely told her to fuck off. I knocked on the door feeling
nervous. He opened the door looking slightly tired and deflated. He seemed
surprised to see me “uh, hi.” I said as I scratched the back of my neck. “Hi.”
He mumbled as he opened the door further to let me in. He headed into the
kitchen and put on the coffee machine “do you want a drink.” He was stiff and
robotic, like he was simply going through the motions. I felt awful.
I sighed and pulled him into a hug. He stiffened at the contact, damn he really
took it hard. I hugged him even tighter and rested my cheek on the top of his
head “Trick, talk to me.” He stayed silent before pulling away from me and
leaning back against the counter, watching me with a blank expression “what’s
to talk about?” He asked in a monotone. I sighed as he continued to stare
blankly, not really seeing me in front of him. I looked directly in his eyes
and took his hands in mine. “You need to listen to me; I’m not going to cheat
on you.” He blinked before properly focusing on me “But you said-” I cut him
off “I said that I was going clubbing, and that your sister thinks I need to
get layd. I never said I was going to do anything. You have to believe me
Patrick, I would never do anything to hurt you! You’re the only one I want to
be with. I never want to lose you.” He smiled sadly as a tear escaped his face
which I quickly wiped away with my thumb. “I guess I didn't know what to
think.” He mumbled as I pulled him into another hug which he returned bent down
and kissed the corner of his mouth which made him smile his cute little smile.
I hated seeing my baby sad.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Patrick pov
I arrived at Mikey's slightly early so that I could help set up. We didn't have
all that much to do mainly decorating and setting up the music, we'd managed to
get a fair amount of alcohol and the invites had told people to bring some as
well if they could so we'd have to see how that went. We had a table covered as
it was so it wouldn't be too bad if no one bothered to bring any. Gerard stood
staring at the table looking unimpressed "you better keep the back door open in
case people get sick, you know someone will with a bunch of amateurs consuming
all this lot." Mikey rolled his eyes. "Like you can talk, I've seen you
stumbling home after only a couple pints. You're not exactly a heavy weight."

It wasn't long before Frank arrived. "Hey guys!!" He jumped on both me and
Mikey, engulfing us in a huge hug. "Happy birthday man." I grinned. "Hells
yeah! Feels good to finally be seventeen." I chuckled and shook my head as he
let us go, he could barely stand still. "Dude what are you on?" Mikey raised an
eyebrow. "Nothing! But I've been up since like 5:00 am so I've had like six
energy drinks and a LOT of coffee." I felt my eyes grow wide "that's insane
man." He giggled and then stopped in front of the alcohol table. "Damn that's a
lot!" he then dropped a bag he'd been carrying onto the table which was also
full of alcohol. Shit.
 
*

It was about 12:30 pm and there were people everywhere, I'd lost track of
anyone that I knew. Frank had disappeared ages ago as part of his plan to
seduce Gerard and I left Mikey talking with some guy named Bob but couldn't
remember where. I sat down on the couch and the world spun a little but quickly
righted it's self again. I felt the coach dip slightly next to me and turned to
see a girl that I didn't know. I guess she was probably considered pretty, not
that I know that much about that kind of thing. "Hey." She said smiling with
her bright pink lipstick coated mouth. "Erm hi." She giggled "I'm Eliza." I
shook her hand "Patrick." She grinned again and moved a little closer "so how'd
you know Frank?" She furrowed her eyebrows "who?"
"The guys who's throwing the party..." She shrugged "my cousin knows some guy
called Mikey who's friends with him or something." I had a feeling that's a
similar reason that a lot of these people are here. "So Patrick, you dance?"
She asked as she lent against the back of the sofa with her elbow. "Yeah right"
I laughed as I took another sip from my beer "I have to be the most
uncoordinated person in the history of the planet!"
We chatted for a while longer and she slowly edged closer and closer to me. I
didn't think much of it until she lent close to my face "you got a girlfriend
Patrick?" The question took me off guard "uh, no?" She grinned and slipped
herself onto my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, she licked her lips as
I felt my eyes grow wide what the hell is going on here? She lent forward and
whispered in my ear "do you want one?" I felt a blush creep up my neck "I,
uh...what?" She giggled and looked into my eyes before leaning forward and
connecting our lips. I instantly froze shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! This
cannot be happening I tried to pull away, Pete and how much trouble I would be
in the only thought in my head. She held me where I was by her hand on the back
of my neck, I grabbed a hold of the top of her arms and shoved. I didn't think
I had done it too hard but it must have been more forceful than I'd intended
because she tumbled off my lap and onto the floor. The look of shock and hurt
that crossed her face almost made me feel bad. Almost. She stood up and quickly
disappeared. I blinked a few times as what happened ran over and over in my
head. I didn't do anything to lead her on. We just talked! 
Why the hell would she think I wanted to kiss her? Ugh, I do not understand
girls at all.


*

I woke up the next morning on the same couch with only one shoe and a splitting
headache. Ugh. I sat up and the world span causing me to lay back and groan. I
lay letting my eyes re-adjust and debating what the hell I was going to do. I
couldn't just stay on Mikey's couch all day.
My thought was interrupted by the loud shrill ring of the door; once, twice,
three times. I groaned and clung to my head that felt like a million atomic
bombs were exploding in it. "Make it stop." I groaned as a shirtless Mikey
stumbled out from behind the arm chair and headed for the door. There was some
mumbling that I couldn't be bothered to try and focus on as I slowly managed to
shift myself into a sitting positioned and keep the room in one place. "Well
you look like hell." I glanced up into Pete's beautiful face with his perfect
lips turned up in his perfect smile and resisted the urge to run over and kiss
him, I don't think I'd reach his side of the room anyway. "I feel like it too."
I mumbled as Mikey stumbled in with a glass of water and some ibuprofen and
handed them over "dude, you are the best." I said as I took them gratefully and
downed them quickly. There was a loud chuckle as Frank stumbled out the
basement door and stood looking pretty smug "I'm assuming that's not what you
said to that chick last night." I felt the blood drain from my face and my
stomach churned like I was going to throw up. "What's this?" Pete's voice was
light but his eyes gave away the pain he was feeling. Fuck. Frank of course was
oblivious "oh yeah, some chick literally threw herself at him! It was
hilarious; he threw her on the floor! Literally! One minute she was jumping in
his lap and shoving her tongue down his throat, the next she was on the floor."
Pete smiled, the perfect poker face; I could no longer read his expression.
"Not your type Trick?" he asked "Nah, missing certain body parts." I mumbled
making Mikey grimace and Frank giggle.
At that point Gerard stumbled out of the basement in his boxers and headed
straight for the kitchen. "So what the hell happened to you?" I asked, changing
the subject. He grinned even more "now Patrick you should know I'm not one to
kiss and tell." He dropped down next to me on the coach "Pft. Yeah right." He
just winked at me as I rolled my eyes.

A long silence fell over us all as the sound of the coffee machine whirring in
the kitchen stopped. Gerard padded back in with coffee for everyone "well I'm
taking it that last night went well by how shitty you all look." Pete asked
looking around at us, we all looked pretty sorry for ourselves. "I guess you
could say that, how did the clubbing go?" Gerard mumbled, avoiding everyone's
eyes by staring intently into his coffee cup "it was alright, Jack's annoyed I
didn't pick anyone up." He shrugged. This caught Gerard's attention "I'm sorry,
you went out clubbing and DIDN'T get layd? Are you feeling alright?" Pete
rolled his eyes "nah I thought I'd leave it to you for a change." Gerard
blushed furiously "besides I didn't go out to get layd, I went out for a drink
whilst Jack attempted to get me layd by shoving loads of random guys on me and
getting random numbers." I chuckled "that sounds about right."
 


Pete pov
Patrick sat quietly in the passenger seat whilst I chatted with Frank who was
over excited and kept fidgeting so I'm guessing he was sore. Yeah, he and
Gerard clearly fucked whether one of them will admit it or not I'm not stupid.
Patrick kept fiddling with his hands and I could feel the nerves rolling off of
him, he was worried I was mad about what happened with this chick. I wasn't,
he'd stopped it immediately and hadn't had control over it; if anything I was
proud of him, I was slightly pissed though that some random girl thought she
could just come in and touch my baby like that but I definitely wasn't mad at
him.

I dropped Frank off home first before stopping the car in this little back
alley that nobody ever used. Apparently we needed to talk. I unbuckled myself
and he copied before sitting in an uncomfortable silence. "Patrick?" He bit his
lip nervously as he glanced sideways at me. God that looked hot. "Are you
okay?" He nodded slowly, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion "are you mad? I
mean especially after all the grief I gave you the other day." He swallowed
hard as I rested my hand on his knee and squeezed gently "it's okay Trick. It
wasn't your fault. I'm not mad at you." He sighed with relief as I pulled him
onto my lap and kissed him. I kissed him fiercely, removing all traces of that
bitch from his mouth as I ran my tongue over every inch. Marking my territory,
MINE.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Patrick pov
We kissed for a while as he ran his tongue over every single crook and crevice
of my mouth. I was so relieved that he wasn't mad at me over what happened, not
that it was my fault but still. He had his hands on my hips as I sat straddling
his lap and they slowly moved there way under my top and up my back before
moving around to my chest and stomach. They were cool on my skin and I couldn't
help but shiver at the contact.
We made out for a little longer before he pushed me onto my back on the bench
seat straddling me now. Our lips messily pressed together as he grabbed my
wrists holding them together and behind my back, it wasn't exactly comfortable
but I could deal. He moved his lips to my neck and started nipping and sucking
at my sensitive spot. I let out a moan, it seemed to ring out even louder in
the quiet car and alleyway. I felt him smirk against my neck before continuing
to suck a bit harder before kissing up my jaw and reconnecting our lips.
He pulled away un-expectantly and sat up, straightening himself out and slowing
his breathing. He smirked at me, still lying on my back stunned and panting
with my arms behind my back. I slowly sat up and blinked a few times, still
breathing heavily. He pressed a light kiss to my cheek “we better get you
home.” He mumbled as he started the car.
 
*
 
It didn't take long to drive home. Pete ran the back of his hand against my
cheek before I got out. I’d barely stepped through the door before Jack
bombarded me. “Hey Trick, so how was it?!” I managed to free myself from her
death grip. “Yeah it was alright, Frank and Gerard got together…” She squealed
with delight and jumped and around a lot. I rolled my eyes and headed straight
to the kitchen and made coffee. “Aww, I’m sooo happy! They are the cutest, I
hope they get together properly and not just like a one night thing. I dunno
though I mean I know Gee worries about ages and stuff.” I grunted in response
as she rambled on until she suddenly cut herself off. “Patrick what is that?”
she came up and was pulling at the collar of my shirt and started examining my
neck “get off.” I cried batting away her hands “is that a hickey?” she gasped.
 
I pushed passed her and back into the hallway so I could inspect my neck in the
mirror. There was a giant hickey god damn Pete “mother fucker.” I mumbled. Jack
stood in the doorway watching me carefully “so?” I tried not to blush “so…” she
rolled her eyes “are you gonna tell me who it was?”
“No.”
“Oh come on!” I rolled my eyes “what are you my mother?” She cringed “god no!”
I giggled before sitting down on the couch with my coffee. “But seriously who
is he?” I sighed “you’re not going to let this go are you?” She dropped down
next to me “obviously not, it’s your first hickey. You can’t not tell me who
gave it to you!” she cried. “The first one you've seen.” I corrected without
really thinking “Patrick Martin Stump what are you trying to say!” ugh middle
name “I’m just not as innocent as everyone seems to think I am.”  
***** Chapter 13 *****
Patrick pov
I trudged up the pathway to the house. I need a car. I can drive I just don’t
own one yet, Jack saved for about four hundred years to get hers and uses it
all of the time and we are both banned from borrowing mum's as it’s expensive
and she doesn't trust us so that leaves little old me using my legs like a
licence-less person. Ugh. I need a job then I can get a car. I mentally decided
to draw up some form of resume tonight and start the job hunt tomorrow after
school. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I opened it to see a text from Mikey
T ell me! 
I resisted the urge to scream out loud and throw my phone in the road. It had
been two weeks since Frank's party and still no one could shut up about the god
damn hickey, it wasn't even noticeable anymore!
With a sigh I opened the front door and was met with voices in the kitchen.
“You are so god damn nosy!” It was Pete. “Yes, we have established this! Now
tell me!” she cried. “No Jack.” I dumped my bag on the floor in the hallway and
entered the kitchen. “Patrick control your sister!” Pete complained as Jack
lent her head on his shoulder doing giant puppy eyes and pouting. “Sorry dude,
I don’t think that’s possible.” He chuckled as she gave me her death stare
before poking her tongue out at me. I copied her and flipped the switch on the
coffee machine. “Help me Trick, he won’t tell me who his boyfriend is!” I kept
my face neutral as I turned and started mooching through the cupboard for food.
“Keep me out of this.” She blew a raspberry at me. “Come on Pete, why not?
You've never not told me these things before!” He sighed. “Because it’s never
been complicated before.” 
There was silence for a moment and I said a silent prayer that she’d drop it,
but no that was too easy. “What’s so complicated about it?” Pete sighed again
only this time he sounded slightly defeated, I felt my nerves increase as I
wondered how he was going to play this. “He’s only seventeen.” He finally said
“Oh.” The word hung in the air for a while as I started making my coffee. “So
what are you going to do?” She finally asked and I wondered idly if I could
slip out unnoticed, I wasn't sure I wanted to know where the future of our
relationship was going. “Keep things quiet.” Pete shrugged. “But it’s illegal!”
Jack warned. “Only for a few more months.” Pete argued. “Well then can’t you
call it off for a few more months and then get back together when you not
running a risk of being arrested?” There was a long pause. “No.” He finally
said. “No, I couldn't do that.” She sighed heavily “look I get that you like
this guy but no one is worth getting arrested over, I mean what if this kid
blabs or something?”
“He won’t.” Pete was firm in his answer which I was glad to hear, he trusted
me.
I went back to mooching through the cupboard, curious to hear how he would
argue our case. “How can you be sure?” she asked “I trust him.” She sighed
again, she was getting frustrated now. “Jack not everyone’s life can be as
simple as yours” he said quietly. “I’m not saying that, I’m saying you need to
stop worrying about the fact that you can have kinky sex with some kid and
start thinking about the hard facts like YOU COULD BE ARRESTED.” Okay, I didn't
realise she thought he was such a man whore. “This is about more than sex Jack!
I think I love him.” I felt my body freeze as Jack started choking on her
drink, I quickly hid the grin and pulled the box of pop tarts off of the tops
shelf and sat at the table with them.
“I’m sorry.” Jack finally managed to splutter “but did Pete Wentz just use the
L word?!” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes he did.” He glanced at me
and smirked. I tried very hard not to blush. “Jeez, I never thought I’d live to
hear that.” She shook her head in shock. “I feel like such a girl.” He chuckled
“like seriously, I can’t get him out of my head! It’s ridiculous like he’s just
perfect and just.” He sighed dreamily “how do you cope?” He asked her, she
chuckled. “God you do sound like a girl!” Jack grinned. “but you still haven’t
told me who he is.” Pete shook his head “and for the sake of not getting
arrested I’m not going to.” Her expression turned hurt. “You don’t trust me?”
He sighed “I don’t trust anyone.”
 
*
 
I lay on my bed smiling like an idiot he loves me. I hadn't had a chance to
talk to him about it as Jack was there. It had taken a lot not to squeal about
everything he said. It was crazy how much he thought of me, I mean it was
almost the complete opposite of what I thought of myself. I felt bubbles of
happiness inside my stomach.
I grabbed my phone and sent him a text. So you love me? x
I clung onto the phone like a lifeline and waited impatiently for him to
reply. Yeah. That wasn't exactly how I had planned on telling you <3 xx
I grinned like an idiot as I read over it. What was the plan then? x
His reply came almost instantly this time. Some way romantic? A meal or
something. <3xx
‘A meal or something’ not exactly a full proof plan x  I teased
I chuckled at his reply Hey it was a home cooked one! <3xx
So you’re really planning on killing me with salmonella? X I joked
Damn foiled again! <3xx
The conversation continued to get slightly off topic and texts slowly turned
into sexts it was really freaking hot. Then my phone ran in my hand. It was
Pete what the? “Hello?” I asked “where are you?”
“My bedroom.” where is he going with this? “Where’s Jack?” he asked “the living
room.” I could practically here the smirk in his voice as his voice turned deep
and commanding “get undressed.” Is he serious “now Patrick.” I suddenly sprang
into action removing my t-shirt and then unbuttoning my jeans. I slightly
wondered why I was doing this I mean he couldn’t see me.
I stripped completely and then picked up the phone “are you naked?” he asked
somehow knowing I had picked up the phone again without me even saying a word.
“Yes sir.” I whispered, feeling slightly breathless with anticipation and
nerves which seemed to run through me like electricity. I was slightly hard
with all the dirty talk “good boy.” He purred down the phone which sent shivers
down my spine to my cock. “Are you hard?” he asked “yes sir.” I breathed “good,
now let’s sort that out.” wait, is he suggesting what I think he’s suggesting
“sir?” he chuckled darkly “wank but do not come until you are given
permission.” I gulped, adjusting my position on the bed.
I took a firm grip on my member and started with slow strokes. I moaned softly
and I could hear him hum in approval down the other end of the phone. I sped up
my strokes and grabbed a little tighter, it didn't take long before I was close
to the edge I was breathing heavy and moaning loudly. I could hear him also
breathing heavily “sir, please.” I whimpered “Trick are you alright?” Jack
knocked on the door causing me to freeze “fine!” I squeaked at her praying to
god that she wouldn't come in. I heard her feet retreating from the door and
let out the breath that I didn't realise I was holding. “Has she gone?” Pete
asked, I hadn't realised he’d heard her “yes sir.” I mumbled, very wary of
making too much noise and having Jack hear me again. “good.” He mumbled. It
didn't take long before I was desperately close to my climax, I needed to
release “please sir.” I whispered again “what do you need?” he asked as if he
didn’t already know “please sir, I need to… to come. Oh god sir please?” I
begged. He chuckled “I don’t know, I’m not sure you’re really that desperate
yet.” Are you freaking kidding me? “Please sir, I’m desperate sir I swear it.”
I really sounded desperate, I I thought so anyway. “What will I get out of this
if I give you permission?” he was really enjoying this “anything sir.” I
moaned, pretty sure I would regret that later. The smirk in his voice only
confirmed that “I’ll hold you to that Patrick.” He warned “come.” He finally
mumbled after a long pause that almost killed me.
I came loud and hard and felt ever so slightly dizzy after as I collapsed back
on the bed suddenly exhausted. He chuckled silkily down the phone “such a good
boy.” He cooed to me “such a beautiful, perfect boy. I love you Trick.” I
grinned like an idiot as the word sent shivers down my spine “I love you too.” 
***** Chapter 14 *****
Patrick pov
 
“Now Patrick, you study music correct?” Pete asked as he strapped my wrists
into the cuffs of the St Andrew’s cross. “Yes sir.” I couldn’t see him through
the eye mask but I could sense him behind me as he stepped away. “Then you
shouldn’t have a problem keeping a beat.” I smirked at the remedial task and
began counting out the simple four, four beat. At first nothing happened
causing me to pause. “Did I say stop?” He snapped grabbing harshly at the hair
at the nap of my neck and pulled my head back. “No sir, sorry sir.” I gasped.
“Keep counting.” He hissed, releasing my head.
So I did. I kept counting out the beat over and over until I’d long since lost
count of how many bars I’d counted. Out of nowhere a loud thwack sounded as
what felt like a flogger collided with the skin of my upper back. The
unexpectedness caused me to gasp and falter on the beat, he yanked at my hair
once more. “Well, well, well Patrick you’re not very good at this are you?” He
hissed in my ear. “Keep counting.” He growled.
I started again with counting the beat; I was more alert this time so more
prepared when the flogger came down on my thigh. I gritted my teeth and
continued counting through it. He timed it now so that every beat was
accompanied by the flogger contacting with my skin. It didn't take long for me
to start losing it, my head a little fuzzy and the skin feeling tingly and
glorious. The numbers seemed to fall from my mouth effortlessly yet it became
harder and harder to concentrate on them. Every time I seemed to have a grip on
them they would fizzle and fade out of my grasp on consciousness. They started
to get less comprehendable and lost amongst the throaty moans that seemed to be
escaping my mouth, the further I seemed to disconnect from my body the stranger
they seemed to sound and the harder it was to believe they were actually coming
from me.
The heat started to grow in my stomach and quickly got intense. It seemed to be
the only thing tying me to my body like a guide rope. The thwacking stopped and
I felt the hot electrical tension of skin on skin contact as his hand took a
firm grip of my ass “cum.” He purred in my ear. The command caused an explosion
of pure bliss to radiate through my body as the rope was severed and I
completely zoned out of it. Floaty and perfect; I loved this feeling.  
 
 
Pete pov
I sat on the bed with Patrick curled up in my lap, his back covered in a lovely
collection of marks, welts and red patches. He was still kinda out of it but he
was starting to come down again as I continued to mumble in his ear. “Such a
perfect little angel, you look so beautiful, so amazing. I love you so much
Trick.” He smiled a little “I love you too.” He mumbled as he nuzzled into my
neck. We sat like that for a while longer before he got dressed and we headed
into the kitchen. He mooched around in the cupboard before pulling out a foil
packet. I watched as he opened it and pulled out the content, putting in the
toaster. I smiled and shook my head, what is it with him and pop tarts?
He poured some juice and drained it in one go before the toaster popped and he
pulled the pastries out and started eating, he didn't even bother to put them
on a plate. He finished them in record time and started sucking some chocolate
filling stuff off of his thumb from where it had leaked out. “What?” He asked
as I watched him, he looked seriously hot like that. I shrugged. “Nothing.” He
raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. He wandered over and pulled me down
to him so that our lips met, his attacking mine viciously. We stayed like that
and I could feel myself hardening under his touch. It was crazy what this kid
did to me. He pulled me closer and I felt him smirk against my lips before he
pulled away. “You okay there Pete?” He mumbled. “You are too damn sexy for your
own good.” I whispered and he rolled his eyes before lightly running a hand
over my crotch causing the bulge to grow and a small gasp at the back of my
throat. His grin increased as he quirked an eyebrow. “Would you like a hand
with that?” I nodded and he quickly got to work undoing my jeans before
recapturing my lips as he shaped me through my boxers.
I groaned softly as he let go and pulled down my boxers and jeans before
getting down on his knees. He took my throbbing member between his lips and
giving one hard suck making me gasp out his name. He swirled his tongue around
the head before taking me further into his mouth and continuing to slurp. I
groaned and moaned as he bobbed his head up and down sucking and slurping. He
ran his tongue from the base up to the slit before deep throating me. It didn’t
take long for me to cum down his throat, my hands tangled in his hair as I
panted. “That was amazing.” I mumbled as he stood up and I pulled him in for a
sloppy kiss. “I love you.”
***** Chapter 15 *****
Patrick pov
 
I got home from Pete’s before Jack finished her shift this week, no excuses for
me! I sat in the living room playing my battered old acoustic guitar when she
strolled through the door. “Hey Trick.” She called. “You’re getting really good
at that.” I rolled my eyes at the half assed complement. “Do you want pizza
tonight?” Great more take out. “Don’t we have anything that not take out or
processed?” She raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you care about being
healthy?” I gave a disbelieving look and she sighed “look I get you have issues
since you were a chubby kid but I’m telling you this now Patrick for what must
be the hundredth time YOU ARE NOT FAT.” I didn't say anything. She was
obviously going to say that she was my sister, she had to. I knew perfectly
well that I was ugly, fat, nerdy and complete loser. It didn't matter what
anyone else said, I knew the truth. I would never understand what Pete saw in
me.
She sighed and had a quick scan through the cupboards. “We have pasta… pasta
salad?” I shrugged. “That’s better than take out.” She rolled her eyes at me
but didn't say anything else. She put on the kettle and started making
coffee, surprise surprise. “Are you sure you’re alright?” I furrowed my
eyebrows. “Yes?” She sighed. “It’s just I know you liked Pete. Him having a
boyfriend, especially one your age, must be hard.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine
Jack. I’m perfectly happy for Pete and his mystery boyfriend.” She bit her lip
as she watched me before sighing and giving a small shrug.
After dinner I headed up the stairs and jumped in the shower. I loved the
feeling of the water running over my damaged skin, It hurt like hell but in a
good way. It felt different to when they were initially made or when Pete
pressed his lips to them. It was a real turn on. Unfortunately one of Pete’s
rules meant I couldn't touch myself (unless of course it was specifically
specified) only Pete could provide me with pleasure. This kept the shower short
as I didn't want to have to try and find a way of dealing with that.
I stood in front of my mirror admiring the marks when the door banged open. I
squeaked and grabbed for a t-shirt to quickly pull on but it was too late.
She’d seen them. Jack stood staring at me with wide eyes, frozen in place.
“You’re supposed to knock.” I gulped as she suddenly sprang back into life.
“Patrick, what is that?” She sounded a mix of nervous, pissed and scared as she
grabbed at the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it back over my head, exposing my
back. She gasped and stood still a moment, starring before finally letting go
and murmuring “I’m gonna kill him.” She disappeared into the hallway leaving me
stood in shock. Fuck.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Jack pov
I’m gonna kill him; I’m gonna fucking kill him! I stormed down the hallway and
down the stairs to grab a pair of shoes before I went out and kicked Pete’s
ass. How dare he lay a hand on my baby brother! Me accepting his weird fetish
thing was one thing, but him practicing it on Patrick was a whole other ball
game and for him not to even talk to me about it first was just taking the
fucking piss. So much made sense now though. No wonder he wouldn't tell me who
his amazing boyfriend was and no wonder Patrick was so okay with everything! I
was practically going to explode by the time I’d done my laces. But of course
nothing ever goes smoothly. I stood up to leave and Patrick was there, fully
dressed and stood in the doorway blocking my exit.
“Move.” I said through gritted teeth “make me.” He said I sighed with
frustration “I am not playing games. Move or so help me Patrick.” But he
interrupted me “yeah? Well neither am I.” He snapped. “Excuse me?” He glared at
me. “You have no right.” I blinked. “Are you serious?” I asked in disbelief. He
folded his arms across his chest. “It’s my life Jack.” And I snapped. “YOU ARE
SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE GETTING YOURSELF INTO!”
Unfortunately my little outburst only fueled his anger. “OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT
I’M GETTING MYSELF INTO!” He yelled. “Do you really think I’m stupid enough to
get myself into something like this without finding out everything there is and
fully preparing myself first? And do you really think Pete is really sick
enough to take advantage of me if I didn't?” I laughed without humour he was
seriously going to try and defend this?  “Do you realise how serious this shit
is? It’s not something you can just dip in and out of at leisure, it’s a
fucking lifestyle. You don’t mess with this kind of stuff Patrick!”
I couldn't believe how blasé he was being about it. It wasn’t like we were
discussing costumes or something; this is hard core Sub/Dom bondage shit! “I
know that! I’m not just doing this for a fucking laugh! I chose this lifestyle
for a reason, I CHOSE to be with Pete this way! ME! MY decision about MY life!
It’s got nothing to do with you!” He was seriously pissed but so was I so I
didn’t care “Pete had no right!” I growled “NO JACK! YOU have no right!”
“You’re my little brother!” I argued. “So fucking what? You don’t have to look
after me! It’s not your decision to make! He’s not hurting me.” Are you kidding
me? “I’m sorry have you seen your back?” He growled, like literally growled at
me. “Who the fuck are you to judge me! He’s not forcing me to do anything, I
chose to put myself in the position I’m in and I’m happy with that decision.
BUT OUT.”
With that he left me standing in the living room alone, completely gobsmacked
and generally shocked. What the hell just happened?
 
 
Pete pov
A very loud angry knock came sounded at the door, interrupting the latest
episode of the walking dead. Thankfully I’d recorded it so I only had to pause
it. As I neared the door I had a sudden foreboding feeling that I couldn’t
place or shake. I opened the door to see a very stressed out Patrick. He shoved
passed and into the apartment leaving me slightly stunned on the doorstep.
Something wasn't right.
I entered the living room and he was pacing in front of the couch. I hadn’t
even asked what was going on before he exploded in a giant panic rant. “She
knows Pete. She saw and I guess she just put two and two together because she
knows and she is so fucking pissed and we were arguing and she was gonna come
over, she still might but I’m not so sure now after what I said but I just
walked out because we were both so pissed. And oh god, I am so sorry I have
completely fucked up.” He collapsed down on the sofa with his head in his hand
and I blinked trying to make some sense of what he’d just said. Nothing.
I sat down next to him on the couch and put a hand on his shoulder and felt him
stiffen slightly. “How about you start from the beginning so I can understand
what the hell it is you’re panicking about.” He looked up at me and I instantly
felt awful, he looked close to tears. Whatever had happened he was pretty upset
over or he thought he’d done something wrong. It could have been a mix of both,
but I was determined to fix whatever it was that had made my baby feel this way
not matter what.
He took a deep breath before swallowing hard “Jack. She knows. She came in
after I’d come out of the shower and I hadn’t put a shirt on yet so she saw the
marks. I didn’t say anything but she figure out it was you and she completely
flipped. She was gonna come over but I stopped her and then we argued and we
were both so pissed and then I walked out and came here.” He sighed. “I’m so
sorry, I should have been more careful. I fucked up so bad.” He growled fisting
his hands in his hair under his hat. “Hey, hey. It’s okay Trick. It wasn’t your
fault.” I said pulling him into a hug. He sighed as he rested his head on my
shoulder. “We’ll work this out. It’ll be okay.” I had no idea how the hell we
would do that. I knew Jack would be pissed when she found out. She was probably
going to skewer me and roast me on an open flame. He seemed to relax a little
at the words.
We sat like that for a little while until he finally spoke up. “What are you
watching?” I smiled at the change in subject. “Latest walking dead.” He sat up
this time. “How far in are you? I haven’t seen this one!” I was only fifteen
minutes in so I rewound it and we snuggled up together and watched it together.
It was a good episode, lots of zombies dyeing and blood everywhere. He had his
head resting against my chest and I could smell his musky scent the whole time,
it was very distracting and sexy.
Once the episode finished he lent up and kissed my cheek. “I supposed I better
go face the music.” He sighed, I instantly felt very protective of him. Even if
it was his sister, she didn’t understand and I didn’t want him in the state he
showed up in. “That can wait untill the morning.” He raised an eyebrow at me. I
shrugged. “wait untill the morning. Things should have calmed down a bit by
then and we can have a civilised conversation in Starbucks.” He chuckled. “Then
she can’t create a scene or she’ll get kicked out and banned. You’re a genius.”
He grinned and I kissed him properly.
Things slowly got heated and it wasn’t long before we were both shirtless and I
was sucking on the soft spot of his neck. He moaned softly and whined as I
pulled off. I ran a finger over the dark hickey that was now in the place my
mouth had just been, Jack could kill me for it tomorrow. Right now I couldn’t
care less. “You know something just occurred to me. You’re still a virgin.” He
gave me a look that told me I was crazy and I chuckled before pressing a kiss
to the tip of his nose. “I mean, you haven’t actually penetrated anyone.” He
blinked, realisation shining in his beautiful honey eyes and he blushed ever so
slightly “oh.” I kissed him again more seductively before murmuring “I think
we’re going to have to do something about that.” His teeth grazed my lip as he
smiled.
We continued to kiss, my tongue slipping easily into his mouth as I unbuttoned
his jeans. His hands making light work of my own. I quickly stripped the pair
of us before gently teasing his half hard member. He moaned softly which sent
tingles down to my own dick god he was so hot. When he was sufficiently hard I
spat unceremoniously into my hands before spreading it briefly over his member
and hovering above him. I lined myself up before slipping onto him. We both
moaned each other’s names as I set a steady rhythm with my bobbing hips. He
started to rock up into my downward movements causing me to overbalance and
tumble to the floor pulling him with me.
He landed on top of me and I chuckled as he smirked. He bent down and kissed my
lips before murmuring in my ear. “My turn to take control.” With that he
started to thrust into me, and okay I could deal with this as a one off. It
didn’t take him long to find my prostate and I moaned out his name. He pressed
lightly kisses to my collar bone as he continued to hit my prostate “you sound
so hot when you whimper.” He purred “don’t get used to it.” I gasped between
moans. This felt so good but I was so not used to this kind of intense pleasure
so I was a mess and I was already close to my climax. This was embarrassing.
“Trick I’m so close.” I moaned as he started to swirl his tongue around my
nipples, one at a time. He moaned and started thrusting harder. And holy Jesus
did that feel good. I gasped out his name as I came over both our stomachs. He
gasped as I tightened around him and stilled his movements. A few thrusts later
and he released inside me. He pulled out of me and collapsed against me. I
pulled his lips to my own in a fiery kiss “I love you.” 
***** Chapter 17 *****
Patrick pov
After a shared shower which turned into a make out session Pete lent me a pair
of boxers and a t-shirt to wear. They were way too big on me but they would do,
I mean I couldn’t exactly complain considering I’d just kind of show up and
dropped a bombshell. I thought I was gonna be in so much trouble after all that
but he’d totally understood and he still loved me. I feel like the luckiest guy
on earth. And I now understood the kind of pleasure he got out of sex. It was
actually pretty grate to be in charge for a change, not that I’m complaining or
anything.
We were now relaxing on the sofa watching the Simpsons. I felt exhausted and
soon felt my eyelids getting heavy and drooping low. A little snooze won’t
hurt.
 
Pete pov
Patrick didn’t take long to dose off. I smiled as I watched him; he looked so
peaceful and adorable and made the cutest little noises when he slept. I
relaxed more as he fidgeted and snuggled closer to my chest. I decided to send
Jack a quick text so she hopefully wouldn’t completely eat me. I genuinely was
worried over all this, I didn’t want to lose my best friend.
Trick’s here, meet @ Sbucks 2morrow 1:30 so we can get 2 the bottom of dis-
P her reply was brief and direct
Fine-J  she was still pissed. I sighed and put my phone back in my pocket only
to have to get it back out again a moment or so later when it vibrated again.
Just remember I still carry a taser-J  I smiled, the fact that she was joking
was a good sign, at least I hoped she was joking. I remember her actually
owning a taser but I didn’t think she actually used it…
I kissed Patrick’s cheek and continued to watch the TV however I must have
dropped off at some point because the next thing I knew I was jolting awake
after a weird dream where I’d been eaten by a giant squid. Patrick stirred and
rolled further into me. I smiled as I watched him.
I stayed like that just watching him sleep before I felt him sigh and his
beautiful eyes opened and looked up at me. “What?” He yawned. “Just thinking
how amazing it would be to wake up like this every day.” He smiled and pecked
my lips before getting up and stretching before yawning again. “I dunno about
you but I’m knackered and that couch isn’t really all that comfortable.” I
smiled as I got up and let him pull me to the bedroom.
I pulled him under the covers with me and he snuggled in close. He took of his
glasses and I wrapped my arms around his waist as he rested his head on my
chest. We shared a sweet kiss before I turned the light off and I soon heard
the light snoring noises he made. I lay for about an hour listening to them
before they gently lulled me to sleep. 
***** Chapter 18 *****
Pete pov
I woke up in bed alone. I checked the time and it was 10:30 the longest I had
slept in a long time, even on a Sunday. I lay in bed a moment adjusting to
consciousness and letting my brain run over what I had to do today. The smell
of coffee and bacon floated in to me from the kitchen along with the sound of
Paramore- Still Into You only Hayley’s voice had gotten rather masculine. Hmm…
I padded out into the next room and watch with amusement as Patrick stood in
the kitchen headphones in and completely oblivious as he cooked. I didn’t even
realise I had bacon so this was quite a surprise. I snuck up behind him and
rested my hands on his hips causing him to all but shit his pants. He turned
around and punched my arm as I laughed. “Don’t do that! You practically gave me
a heart attack!” I grinned. “Aww but Trick it’s so funny watching you dance
your way around my kitchen singing mushy love songs.” He blushed slightly.
“Fine. No bacon for you.” I fake pouted. “But I thought you loved me.” He shook
his head. “That’s not gonna wo-ork.” He said singing the last bit in multiple
syllables. “But bacon!” I whined. “God you’re like a big baby.” I giggled,
resting my chin on his shoulder. “But I’m your big baby.” He sighed and turned
his head, kissing my cheek. “I hope so.” I wrapped my arms around his torso
holding him close. “Patrick, I promise you that no matter what happens today
you will not lose me.” I kissed him gently and he smiled into it. “Okay fine
you can have bacon.” I grinned. “Yay!” He shook his head and smiled. “I do mean
it though.” I said turning serious once more. “I know you do.”
 
Patrick pov
We pulled up outside Starbucks at 1:30 and I could practically feel the heart
palpitations. I had no idea how this was gonna go but every scenario that
seemed to appear in my head seemed to end badly. He squeezed my hand gently as
he took a brief hold of it before letting go, we still need to keep things
incognito. We walked in and ordered our drinks which we were told would be
brought to our table, thankfully Ashley wasn’t working today. I don’t think I
could have dealt with her flirting on top of everything else today.
I could see Jack already sat at a table in the back corner with a drink. Her
expression was completely blank which did nothing to ease my nerves, I felt so
sick. Pete gave me a reassuring smile and took my hand as we neared the table.
He kept me slightly behind me and had I not been so nervous about what was
about to happen I would have laughed about the fact he was taking a protective
stance against my sister.
She looked up at us as we arrived and her face remained emotionless but I did
note the bags under her eyes, she looked exhausted but then when she had stuff
on her mind she would never sleep until she managed to straighten out
everything in her head; her opinion on the matter, how she planned on fighting
her corner. She probably punched a wall as well to get out the frustration and
anger. I could just see her pacing back and forth all evening mumbling to
herself and just talking things out so she could clear herself a bit. Maybe
she’d called Ryan and was ranting at him for a bit about it to get it off her
chest. I shuddered at the thought of her conclusive outcome.
We sat down opposite her and sat in a tense silence until the waitress came
with our drinks. I took a sip for something to do with my hands; I have a habit
of picking at my nails when I’m nervous. “Jack.” Pete started but was cut off.
“Don’t.” She said in a sharp tone that silenced him instantly. “It’s my turn to
talk.” She said fixing us both with a dark stare. She took a deep breath to
steady herself before continuing. “I am unbelievably pissed off at this. I’m
pissed nobody thought to give me a heads up, that I had to find out in THIS way
that my brother and my best friend have been in a relationship behind my back
for god knows how long. I’m pissed that YOU.” She said pointing an accusatory
finger at Pete. “Got him into your freaky shit, and I’m pissed that you.” She
pointed at me. “Not only didn’t talk to me about this but both of you have been
lying to me about all this.”
She stopped to take another breath and I opened my mouth to be stopped before I
even started. “Not done. Pete you’re a terrible influence and Patrick you
should know better. Now I don’t understand why the fuck you want to let him
beat the shit out of you and I don’t understand why you’d want to do it to
anyone anyway. But quite frankly I don’t want to know. I don’t need any details
about your sex lives. All I want is to know how long you two have been sneaking
around, why the hell you didn’t tell me that you were together at the least and
I need you.” She pointed to Pete, who gulped under her blazing glare. “To
promise me you will look after him.” She took a gulp of coffee. “Because I
swear to god if he gets hurt in ANY way I will hunt you down and there will be
hell to pay. Do I make myself clear?”
I blinked as I processed her words. Was she seriously saying what I think she
was saying? “I’m sorry what?” I said, not quite daring to believe the words and
she rolled her eyes. “I’m happy you guys finally got your acts together and
fessed up your completely obvious feelings for each other, I’m just pissed I
wasn’t informed when this was made official.” I gave a slightly hysterical
chuckle as relief washed over me. I was so happy I was close to tears. Pete
gave me a funny sideways look and squeezed my hand under the table. “I get that
you guys need to keep this quiet until Trick's eighteen but I also don’t
believe you thought I’d call the cops on you.” I took another swig of coffee
and grinned like a mad man. “We’ve been together since the beginning of
October. We didn’t tell you because we thought you’d completely freak out and I
also knew you would take to kindly to… well you know. And I swear to you on my
own life that I will never hurt Patrick in any way.” Pete said. “Unless it’s
voluntary” I put in making her cringe. “God SHUT UP.” She shuddered and I
grinned. “But October, that’s almost two months!” She shook her head. “I guess
it could have been worse…”
I smiled and leant across the table and squeezed her hand. “Thanks sis.” I was
so happy this wasn’t going to cause any more problems. She smiled too now.
“Honestly Trick, I think you seem to forget that I’m not actually your mother.
I mean I may as well be for the amount of good our own actually is but
seriously I’m not gonna stop you doing the things you want too, I just need you
to open up to me.” I nodded. “No more secrets.” She laughed. “Damn straight!” I
rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but smile. I was so relieved. 
***** Chapter 19 *****
Pete pov
It had been two weeks since the coffee with Jack and I was still in shock about
the way she’d taken it. I was honestly expecting to get slapped and a hell of a
lot of screaming. Today was Thursday the best day of the week. My day off, no
work and no collage just me lounging around my apartment doing absolutely
nothing all day. It was noon and I was still in bed when my phone rang. I
grudgingly answered. “Hello?” It was Jack. “Patrick’s sick.” Oh okay so no ‘hi’
now? “Aww, poor baby. Send my love.” She sighed. “Can you come over?” She
asked. “Why?” I get I’m supposed to be the caring boyfriend but I don’t do
sick. “Because he has flue so has to take Paracetamol every four hours and keep
his fluids up and he needs his temperature taken so we can keep an eye on it
and he can’t do any of that himself and I have work.” I sighed, at least he
wasn’t throwing up everywhere. “When do you need me over?” I asked. “Like now!
I know you’re still in bed but I need your sorry ass right now! Just get
dressed and eat our food and drink our drink when you get here like you
normally do.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
 
*
 
It didn’t take long to get to Jack and Patrick’s once I was dressed. Jack
opened the door as I got out of my car. “Thanks so much for this.” She said
pulling me into a hug “I’ve written you a list of what needs doing and when
which is on the kitchen counter with the tablets. Make SURE you follow it.” I
rolled my eyes but nodded. “Okay now he’s really sleepy so you may have to wake
him up for some of it but don’t feel bad about it. Also he was a little
delirious earlier, kept mumbling about gnomes attacking so be warned.” I
laughed as she pulled me into another hug. “Don’t get sick!” She yelled over
her shoulder as she got into her car and I waved her off.
I headed into the house and made my way straight to the coffee machine. I
hadn’t had a chance to have one yet so I was still half asleep. As the machine
whirred I found the list and quickly scanned down it, nothing too hard. Just
checking temperature and giving him a selection of various different cold and
flu and pain tablets that probably didn’t actually do anything. I set reminders
on my phone so I wouldn't forget and poured my coffee. I went into the living
room and found Patrick curled up on the couch wrapped in his duvet and several
blankets yet still shivering. He looked like a giant cocoon.
I went back into the kitchen and poured a giant glass of cold water before
putting it on the coffee table. He was sleeping which was cute but still, he
needed to stay hydrated and he looked super sweaty as he was so wrapped up. I
pressed my hand to his forehead and it was literally on fire. Aww poor baby. I
poked him and he made a whiney noise before mumbling “no Santa.” and rolling
over. I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I guess it was louder than expected
because he groaned and rolled back to face me, his eyes open slightly and
blearily. “Pete?” I guess Jack hadn’t told him I was playing nurse. “Hey babe.”
He gave a half-hearted smile. “I’m sick.” He said closing his eyes. “I can see
that.” I said poking him again, I needed to keep him awake long enough to get
him to drink. He whined again. “Whaaaat?” I held out the glass of water.
“Drink.” He made a half-assed attempt at shaking his head before just letting
it drop onto the pillow. “Not thirsty.” I sighed. “Ask me how much I care
Patrick.” He sighed. “How much do you care Peter?” Oh he’s going to full name
me now is he? I could probably have him for that but as he’s sick I should
probably let it slide… “Less than dirty likes to shower. Now drink.” I said
putting emphasis on the last word he just looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“Don’t make me force you.” I warned and with a sigh he sat up and held out a
weak and shaky hand for the glass. I actually had to help him hold onto it and
lift it to his mouth; he looked like he was struggling to keep himself upright
by himself.
“It’ll help you get better.” He looked at me in disbelief. “It’s water.” I
nodded. “And it’ll keep you hydrated which will help you fight off all the
nasty germs.” He sighed and dropped back down on the couch, wrapping himself up
in his cocoon once more. “So how come you’re on the couch and not in bed?” He
looked like he was fighting to keep his eyes open. “I managed to crawl down
here yesterday and then couldn’t get up again so Jack just kinda left me here.
I spent the whole of last night down here.” He yawned. “Besides the downstairs
bathroom is closer to the couch than the upstairs one is to my bedroom.” I
cringed. “You’re not throwing up are you?” He made a slight head movement. “Nah
but with all the water being forced down my neck I have to piss a lot.” I
smiled before pressing a light kiss to his forehead. “So why are you here?” He
asked as I sat down in the armchair next to the couch. “Jack called because she
had work and was adamant you were invalided. I thought she was just being
paranoid.” He gave a heavy sigh. “I’m capable of looking after myself.” I
chuckled. “Babe, you can’t even hold a glass by yourself, how the hell are you
supposed to take all those pills and take your temperature and stuff by
yourself?” He groaned. “Please don’t make me take anymore pills. I feel like a
chemists storage cupboard.” I chuckled. “Sorry but I’ve been given orders,
besides they’re supposed to make you feel better.” He gave me a withered look.
“They don’t DO anything.” I nodded “I know but I’m not losing my balls to your
sister.” He grunted but didn’t argue anymore.
I put on Finding Nemo because I had the attention span of a nat and Patrick
wasn’t exactly up for doing anything. He was soon making his cute snuffley,
snoring noises. I watched him a little while because he is just so freaking
adorable. That didn’t last long though because my phone buzzed loudly letting
me know he had to take the first type of pill Jack had him on. He groaned and
pulled the duvet over his head. “Make it stop.” He cried as I tried to work out
how to shut of the alarm. I finally found the snooze thingy and stopped the
wailing noise. I grabbed the pills from the kitchen before pouring another full
glass of water. He was almost completely asleep again when I came back in.
“Trick.” I called. “My head hurts.” He mumbled, still under the duvet. I
smiled. “Well the next set of pills should help with that but you’ve still got
an hour before you can take them so you need these in the meantime.” He pulled
the duvet down with a pleading look, I held out the pills and he sighed sitting
up and opening his mouth. I chuckled as I placed them in before holding the
glass to his mouth so he could take them. I then made sure he drank the rest of
the glass which he was not pleased about. We then had to go through the same
thing twice more over two hours before the poor thing had a few hours break
from popping pills though I did have to take his temperature at some point in
the meantime. The thermometer they had was one of the digital ones that you
have to place in the ear so he didn’t have to do anything for me to take it
which he was pretty happy about. Bless him.
 
*
 
The film finished so I put Star Trek: into Darkness on so I didn’t get stir
crazy. He was a little more awake now and hadn’t mentioned Santa or gnomes
again which was a good sign. I ended up climbing over him and lying behind him,
my head on the arm of the couch and my arms snaked loosely over his waist.
“Peeete.” He whined. “I’m sick.” I shrugged. “So?” He rolled to face me. “I
don’t want you getting ill too.” I smiled and pressed another kiss to his
sticky forehead. “Don’t worry I’ve had my flu jab. He rolled his eyes but
didn’t argue anymore, instead rolling back to face the TV and resting his head
back against my chest. I sighed with content.
I must have dosed off at some point because the next thing I knew my phone was
buzzing again and Patrick was burying his head under the cover again at the
noise. I shut it off and headed into the kitchen to get the pill only to find
the packet empty. I smiled as I sent a quick text to Jack letting her know
which she quickly replied that she would get more. I headed back into the
living room with a fresh glass of water which I placed on the coffee table.
“Good news Trick.” He peaked out from under the cover and I showed him the
empty packet.“A few less for you to complain about.” He smiled and pushed the
duvet down a little. “Uh, Pete?” I hummed in response “I need to use the
bathroom…” It took me a minute to realise why he was telling me this. “Oh, yeah
right okay.”
I helped him to his feet and put an arm around his waist so he didn’t fall over
as he shuffled to the bathroom which was thankfully only a little way down the
hallway. We reached the door and I released my grip. “You’re okay in their on
your own right?” As much as I love him, I’m not too keen on the idea of
actually having to help him piss or something, he nodded and headed in. Instead
of waiting awkwardly by the door I went into the kitchen and made more coffee.
I drained it in one, burning my throat in the process but not really caring.
I helped him back to the couch which he dropped down in a heap and curled up in
the covers. I smiled and slid back in behind him, holding him close. “Thank
you.” He mumbled. “For what?” I asked and he yawned, closing his eyes. “For
looking after me.” I smiled. “Any time.” He dosed off in my arms and I soon
followed.
I woke up to being poked in the side of my head. I groaned and looked up to see
Jack leaning over me grinning. “Why hello there sleeping beauty.” She smirked.
“Please get your lazy ass of my couch; you are relieved of your nursing
duty’s.” I rolled my eyes. “I look after your germ riddled brother all day,
risking my own life and that’s the thanks I get?” She shook her head. “Believe
it or not, you won’t die from flu and you haven’t exactly been trying hard to
stay decontaminated!” I looked down to see Patrick snuggled up into me, his
head buried in my shirt. I smiled at him, he was so damn adorable! How the hell
did I get so lucky?
***** Chapter 20 *****
Patrick pov
It was a week until Christmas and it was finally the last day of school before
winter break. “Hells to the yeah!” Mikey grinned, yeah he ACTUALLY grinned!
“It’s nearly Christmas.” I’d never seen him display such emotion. It was
starting to creep me out. “It doesn’t feel like Christmas.” Frank grumbled.
“What’s up with you scrooge?” He sent me a dark look before complaining. “It
hasn’t snowed yet. Therefore it doesn’t seem like Christmas.” I chuckled and
shook my head. “Okay Frank whatever you say.”
 
*time lapse*
 
It was Christmas eve and I was round Pete’s we’d spent the day together round
his as Jack was working a morning shift and then spending the afternoon
preparing the food for tomorrow, she was going full out with a proper Christmas
dinner with turkey and vegetables and stuffing and everything. At first we just
watched a film and had a relaxing kind of day but then Pete decided he wanted
to give me part of my Christmas present early. “We’re gonna try something new.”
He’d told me.
I was cuffed to the bed, each limb attached to a separate bedpost so that I was
spread eagle. I was blindfolded as normal but this time I was completely naked
and I could feel Pete between my legs. “You ready Patrick?” He asked. “Yes
sir.” I wasn’t sure what to expect. He hadn’t been overly open about what it
was that we were going to be doing other than that it was ‘new’.
I hissed in pain and shock as I suddenly felt a boiling hot liquid hitting my
chest in a thin trickle. “Does it hurt?” His breath was in my ear. As I
whispered out a “yes sir.” because holy fuck did it burn. “Hot wax.” He
murmured. “How about I make it a bit better huh?” I could hear the smirk in his
voice as he slowly entered me. I moaned out in pleasure as he slowly thrust
into me, brushing my sensitive areas. He continued to thrust whilst he trickled
more of the wax, swirling it across my chest and stomach in some form of
pattern.
The mix of the two very opposing sensations seemed to confuse my body entirely
to a point where it just overloaded and went on auto pilot. The noises escaping
my mouth were strangled and conflicted between pain and pleasure and my head
was swirling between screaming in pleasure and crying in pain. “How’s it feel
Patrick?” His silky voice in my ear once more. “I, uh…I don’t know…I, oh.” He
chuckled into my ear. “That good huh?” At some point during the strange
pleasure pain a tear had managed to escape from my eye, and slipped beneath my
eye mask. His tongue removed it from my cheek with a hum of approval.
It wasn’t long before he came inside of me moaning my name as he did. He
pressed a kiss to each of my cheeks. “Good boy, such a good boy.” He purred.
“Good boys deserve good things, I think my baby needs a reward.” With that he
took my throbbing member into his mouth and began to suck as he bobbed up and
down. It felt even more incredible when I couldn’t see what he was doing. I
felt his tongue push up against the vein and swirl around the head before
teasing the slit. I moaned out loudly “Pete I’m so close.” He’d barely started
yet I was so over stimulated I didn’t need much. He made the sexiest slurping
noise as he gave one large suck sending me over the edge. I came hard and he
swallowed it all with ease before kissing me passionately. “I love you Trick.”
I was forced to stay in place until the wax had dried completely before he
peeled it off. It hurt worse than ripping off a band aid but with the similar
hair pulling effect. Once he’d removed it he uncuffed my wrists and ankles and
I took off the blindfold.
I stood in front of the mirrored wall and admired Pete’s handiwork. The bright
red blistering marks where the wax had been formed his name across my chest and
a lot of hearts and kisses across my stomach. I smiled at how cute that was. I
got dressed and made my way to the kitchen feeling slightly light headed and
giddy. He handed me a glass of juice and a pop tart. Hells yeah. I demolished
them both in under a minute which made him chuckle. He pulled me close and I
hissed slightly as my t-shirt rubbed against the fresh marks. “You okay?” He
asked, full of concern. I nodded and smiled. “Yeah, the material rubs a
little.” I shrugged and he smiled before kissing me sweetly. I sighed happily.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.
 
Pete pov
I dropped Patrick back home and ended up staying for dinner, it was only pizza
as Jack had been so busy cooking for Christmas dinner. I was kind of dubious
over whether she could actually cook a turkey but I guess I would find out. If
I came down with food poisoning she would never hear the end of it. It would be
the first Christmas without my family and that kind of sucked but to be honest
I really wasn’t too bothered. Christmas had always just been about religion and
it hadn’t ever really been a family celebration thing so to actually experience
a proper family Christmas was going to be something great. Especially spending
it with Patrick and Jack.
“Trick or treat!” I yelled as Jack opened the door to us. She blinked a few
times before shaking her head. “You ain’t right boy.” She chuckled as she
headed back into the kitchen. “That’s a bit rude.” I feigned hurt. “Aww, poor
baby.” Patrick said leaning up and kissing my cheek. Jack made a gagging noise.
“Get a room.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be jealous!” Patrick yelled back.
“Eeeww! You’re so icky!” She called back in a childish voice. I smiled and
laughed, I had a feeling this was going to be a good Christmas. 
***** Chapter 21 *****
Patrick pov
We lounged around eating pizza and watched the Lord of The Rings trilogy. Well
Jack gave up half way through The Two Towers and went to bed warning Pete that
he was sleeping on the couch and if he snuck up stairs she would cut him into
tiny pieces. “Has she never heard of couch sex?” I wondered once she was out of
hearing range. Pete chuckled and kissed my cheek. “Why were you planning on
it?” I blushed but shrugged. “I’m just saying that if it’s gonna happen it’s
gonna happen.” He smirked and kissed me fully on the lips making me sigh at the
back of my throat. We watched the rest of the movies and by the time they
finished it was about 3:00 am. Christmas day.
I grinned and kissed his cheek. “Merry Christmas babe.” He sighed happily and
wrapped his arm around me, pushing me back against the couch and pushing our
lips together roughly. “Merry Christmas sexy.” He growled against my lips. His
hand slipped under my shirt and pushed it up and over my head before tossing it
to the floor. It rubbed against the raw skin causing me to gasp against his
lips. He trailed kisses down my neck and across my torso trailing his tongue
along the blistered skin from the earlier wax treatment. I moaned loudly which
made him giggle before he pulled away and pressed a light kiss to my nose.
“Night Trick.”
 
Pete pov
He lay there a moment a little stunned. He looked so cute and confused, it was
fun to tease him. He got up and retrieved his shirt I almost whimpered out loud
at the sight of him bent over like that, his ass in the air just begging to be
fucked or paddled or spanked or god anything. He was so hot and he was all
mine.
He headed up to his room as I lay out on the couch starring up at the
decorations that were hanging from the ceiling in red and green strips. How
festive. It took me a long time to get to sleep, I considered sneaking up to
Patrick’s room but thought better of it once I remembered Jack's warning. I
didn’t actually think she would hurt me but I wasn’t about to go against her, I
have some boundaries you know.
I woke up a few hours later. It was 5:45 so I made coffee and drained it. I sat
around for three quarters of an hour before finally giving up on trying to get
back to sleep. I snuck up the stair and into Patrick's room where he was
sleeping peacefully. He looked adorable. Not for much longer…
I jumped on him yelling “MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!” He flailed and squealed and nearly
fell out of the bed, making me giggle. “Peeete.” He whined. “It’s 6:30 in the
morning.” He buried his head back into his pillow and I pressed a kiss to the
back of his neck. “But it’s Christmas!” I said poking him in the side. He
rolled over and glared up at me. “Go away.” I pouted and feigned hurt. “I
thought you loved me.” He smirked. “Oh really what gave you that idea?” He
asked. I jabbed him hard in the side as he giggle. “That’s just rude!” I
grumbled. “Aww did I hurt you feelings?” He asked as I poked my bottom lip out
and nodded. “Well let me make it better.” He whispered as he pulled me down
into a kiss.
Then the door banged open. “I swear to god I am going to kill you.” Jack
grumbled as I pulled Patrick down under the covers. “Quick, the evil witch is
coming.” I called as he giggled. The covers came flying back and Jack stood
there with her arms folded and glaring down at the pair of us. “What did I say
last night?” She said fixing me with a death stare. “He only just came in.”
Patrick yawned as he crawled back up to his pillow and flopped down onto it
with closed eyes. “So he decided to wake us all up at ridiculous o’clock in the
morning?” I grinned up at her. “Pretty much.” She shook her head. “I’m going
back to bed.”
I giggled as the door slammed shut behind her and looked down as Patrick lay
almost asleep again already. I lay down next to him and pulled the cover up
over his small frame. “If you’re staying then you stay quiet.” He mumbled. “Aww
where’s your Christmas spirit?” I joked. “Dead in a hole on the side of a
highway.” He mumbled as he nuzzled into his pillow. I grinned and wrapped my
arms around his waist as he relaxed into me. I kissed his cheek and inhaled his
scent which was everywhere before closing my eyes and listening to his slow
breaths of sleep. 
***** Chapter 22 *****
Patrick pov
I woke up at a more respectable time of 10:30 and rolled over to find Pete
watching me. “Didn’t you get to sleep?” I asked and he shook his head. “Once
I’m up I’m up.” He shrugged. “Besides.” He grinned. “It’s Christmas!” I smiled
at his enthusiasm “you’re worse than a toddler you know that?” he grinned
“cuter too.” I rolled my eyes “if you say so.” He nodded “I do.” I kissed his
nose and smiled “toddlers are annoying not cute.” He shrugged “exactly.” I
blinked and shook my head “no Pete logic until I’ve had my morning coffee.” he
grinned “that can be arranged.”
He bounced up and out of bed, dragging me up with him before we made our way
down the stairs. The coffee machine was already on when we reached the kitchen
and Jack was stood in her pyjamas on the phone. “Okay… love you too, bye.” I
raised an eyebrow “so what’re the Christmas plans with lover boy?” she rolled
her eyes. “We will be spending Christmas with our families and in my case you
and then we will be having a second Christmas tomorrow.” I smiled as Pete
poured a large mug of coffee for me, he was too cute.
We had Christmas dinner at around 2:30 and it was actually pretty good. Nothing
was burnt and I didn’t get food poisoning, I wasn’t the only won who had been
sceptical; Pete had made a very clear point that he had the paramedics on hold
just in case. All in all we probably should have had more faith in Jack’s
cooking. She’d even brought Christmas crackers for us to pull complete with
paper hats and crappy jokes. I ware my paper hat with pride and got bored of
the tiny wind up car within second, after that we had presents.
We sat in the living room with the small array of gifts as there were only
three of us. I’d brought Jack some vouchers for shops I knew she liked because
I never had any idea what to buy so figured it was easier for her to buy it
herself. For Pete I’d gotten some accessory bits for his bass. He was forever
winging that his strap was hanging on by a thread and that he was always losing
his picks so I got him a large bag of them and a knew strap, it was bright
purple with black skulls dotted all over it in different sizes and patterns. I
handed them out and received a hug from Jack and a very passionate kiss from
Pete that had resulted in Jack throwing scrunched up balls of wrapping paper at
us and complaining about PDA’s. From Jack I got a new fedora, I’d been after
one for what seemed like forever so I was pretty pleased with it, and Pete got
a book labelled ‘The good pet keepers guide: how to look after your pet’ and
then where the word ‘snail’ had been it had been scribbled out with sharpie and
replaced with the word ‘Patrick’. Pete laughed his ass of whilst I flipped her
the birdy and threw the wrapping paper she’d chucked earlier back in her face.
Next came the gifts from Pete, I don’t know why but I felt super nervous. What
if my gift wasn’t good enough? Or what if the gift he’d got me was terrible?
How could I tell him that?
Jack squealed with delight and pulled him into a hug as she opened up a CD
she’d apparently wanted and then it was my turn. “Merry Christmas babe.” He
said handing me mine. I opened it carefully to find it was a small velvet box.
I opened it up to find two identical rings nestled in the silk. They were black
with a thin gold line at either edge and ‘I love you’ etched into the metal
also in gold. I gasped as I looked at them. A promise ring! He bought me a
freaking promise ring! I was speechless.
 
I could feel everyone’s eyes on me waiting for me to say something but I didn’t
know how to put it into words. I just couldn’t believe it. I placed the box
gently in my lap and leant across pulling him into a tight hug “I love you.” I
whispered and I felt him relax. He pulled away smiling and gently placed my
ring onto my finger before holding his hand out so I could do the same with
his. That’s when I noticed that it had my name etched onto the inside. I
slipped mine off once he wasn’t looking and examined it properly and sure
enough his name was there in gold. I slipped it back on, my finger grinning
like an idiot before vowing to myself that no matter what I was never taking it
off. 
***** Chapter 23 *****
ack pov
It had been just over three month since Christmas and not once had Patrick
taken that damn ring off. I mean it was cute and all but I was sick of getting
calls from the school about jewellery, in the end I’d told them it was a
religious thing so he couldn’t take it off and that had shut them up.
We were now sat on the sofa watching a doctor who re-run, well it was on
anyway. Patrick and Pete were too bust sucking each other’s faces off and I was
zoning out whilst trying to come up with a plan for Patrick’s birthday. He was
going to be eighteen so I wanted to do something special. Thankfully I still
had a month but that wasn’t a whole lot of time when you think about it.
I was pulled rather crudely out of my thoughts by a moan. I cringed and threw a
pillow in their general direction. “Knock it off!” I grumbled only to be
flipped off by the pair of them. So much love. They went back to making out
whilst I went back to not paying attention as the doctor tried to fight his way
free from the weeping angels. I heard a muffled jingling noise from the hallway
but thought nothing of it. Until the living room door burst open making us all
jump out of our skins. “Oh goodness if I’d known you would both still be up I
would have call for a lift instead of getting the taxi back.” Holy shit, mom
was back.
She stopped dead in the hallway, assessing the scene infront of her. Me sat in
the corner armchair whilst Pete and Patrick quickly fought to untangle
themselves from one another and scoot to either end of the couch. “What is
going on?” she said glaring at me as though this was my fault. “What?” I asked,
vaguely hoping she didn’t know what she’d seen. “This she said.” Flapping an
arm in the direction of the couch. I just shrugged “why don’t you ask Patrick?”
sh fixed em with a death stare which I easily matched “I’m asking you. After
all you are supposed to be the one in charge.” I sighed going back to the TV
“their together.”
There was a long pause of silence before she started laughing, slightly
hysterically. She stopped just as quick as she started once she realised no one
was laughing with her. “Look Jacqueline, I’ve had a long trip and I’m not in
the mood for games.” I turned to her and met her with a blank stare “good thing
I’m not playing any then isn’t it.” her face ran through a range of different
emotions before settling on rage “oh hell no. this is not happening.” I sighed.
I’d forgotten how much I hated this woman. “Oh mother, shut up.”
She blinked and we both had similar looks of surprise. “Patrick Martin Vaughn
Stump! How dare you be so rude!” she scoffed and he just rolled his eyes. “How
dare you make a failed attempt at being authoritative or controlling? I mean
let’s be honest we function better here without you.” Holla go trick! Mother
stood there looking completely dumbfounded “don’t talk to me that way.” She
hissed, glaring at me as though I put him up to it. She probably figure I had,
I mean I’m just such a horrible person who just loves to ruin her life.
“whatever.” He muttered resting his head on Pete’s shoulder who up until then
had managed to get by semi-unnoticed.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” she growled “watching TV… with my
boyfriend and sister.” He said with a shrug. Her eyes bulged making her look
like a character in a manga cartoon. “What did you just say?” she whispered
“why are you going deaf?” he quipped, damn he’s on fire. “Get out.” she said
sounding the same kind of eerie calm someone had before having a complete
breakdown. “get the fuck out of my house you unholy freak!” she cried glaring
down at Pete who looked torn between leaving before getting his head ripped off
and staying to snuggle more with Patrick. “You don’t have to go if you don’t
want too.” Patrick said, his eyes hadn’t left the TV screen once.
“Get out of my house now! I will not have you in here any longer confusing my
poor son anymore.” I rolled my eyes as Patrick butted I again “oh for god sake
butt out!” he cried “you don’t know what the fuck your waffling on about so
just do us all a favour and stop talking. I’m not confused, I’m perfectly sure
of what’s going on thanks.” She spun on the spot and glared at me “this is your
fault!” she hissed “me?! What did I do?” I cried with exasperation “you let
this god damn monster in here in the first place! Now look what’s happened!
He’s ruined your brother with his nasty, perverted way of life!” she cried “why
don’t you shut up, you intolerant old cow!” Pete said through gritted teeth,
standing up. “How dare you speak to me like that in my own home!” she gasped
“how dare you speak about him like that ever!” He growled, getting close to her
face.
“I- I” she stuttered. As much as I wanted to see her get punched in the face I
knew this wasn’t a good situation. “Pete.” I said in a warning tone, standing
up too. He completely ignored me and continued to lean into her menacingly. I
sent Patrick a do something look and he took a light grasp of Pete’s wrist.
“hey.” He said soothingly as Pete glanced down at him. They kept eye contact
for a moment before Pete nodded and took a deep breath before glaring at mother
once more on his way out the door.
 
There was another long moment of silence before she spoke up again “I want you
out too.” She turned to me with a glare. “Excuse me?” I said in irritation.
“Pack up your stuff and leave. If either you or that perverse, twisted freak
that you call a friend come near this place again I will have you arrested for
trespassing. And that includes any form of contact with Patrick, do I make
myself clear?” I blinked “your banning me from seeing my own brother?” I said
in disbelief “yes, I will not have you or anyone else doing any more damage. He
has been corrupted enough.” What a bitch. “Fine, I’ll go pack my stuff.” 
***** Chapter 24 *****
Jack’s pov
I exited the room and heard a vague mumble about Patrick being ‘indefinitely
grounded’. So in other words he’s grounded for a month. She really didn’t think
all this through. Oh well her loss. I dropped down on my bed and rang Ryan “hey
you.” He said picking up on first ring “hey.” I sighed “what’s happened?” he
asked “has the wicked old witch of the west returned?” I smiled to myself as I
lay back on the bed “yup and I’ve just been evicted.” I told him “ouch, what
d’ya do?” I chuckled “apparently my being friends with Pete is the reason
Patrick’s gay and they got together therefor it’s my fault Patrick is gay so
I’m banned from seeing him so she can ‘un-ruin him.’” he chuckled at the end of
the phone “she really is nuts. So I’m guessing you need a place to crash?” he
knew me too well “just for tonight, I can figure something out in the morning.”
I had no idea what but I’d have to figure something out. “Well you can stay as
long as you need, you know that! But if it helps Brendon’s moving in with Sarah
so his apartments for sale. I can ring him in the morning and arrange
something.” Brendon Urie I could kiss you! “Great. I’ll see you in like an
hour?” I guessed, I had no idea how long it would take to pack everything up.
“Okay do you need a hand?” he offered “nah I’ll be okay.” I assured him “okay,
I’ll see you soon then. Love you.” I smiled “love you too.”
I hung up the phone and nearly walked straight into Patrick who was stood in
the doorway with his arms full of flattened cardboard boxes that had been
sitting in the garage since we’d moved in. “she told me to give these to you.”
He sighed “thanks.” I smiled sadly “so what are you gonna do?” he asked,
looking up at me with concern. I pulled him into a hug; he was such a good
little brother. “I’m staying with Ryan for tonight then tomorrow hopefully I’ll
be negotiating with Brendon over his apartment as he’s selling. I’m hoping for
some form of girlfriend of best friend and bandmate discount.” I joked managing
to make him smile a little “well good luck with that.”
 
He helped me pack up all my stuff and it took the pair of us just under two and
a half hours. Looks like I was a bit off with my guess. “I can’t believe you’re
abandoning me.” he sighed. I laughed “It’s not like it’s by choice! Besides
you’ve only got a month to hang in there kiddo and you’ll be using the spare
boxes to pack all your own shit.” he smiled half-heartedly “I guess. But a
whole month on my own! I don’t know how I’m going to cope!” he whined “hey
before you came along I had the first almost two years of my life on my own!”
he grinned “yeah, sorry about that.”  We packed my stuff into my car before I
hugged him one last time, only to receive a glare from the wicked old witch
before I drove off. Freedom here I come! 
***** Chapter 25 *****
Patrick pov
It had been two weeks since Jack had left and I’d hated every minute of it. I
wasn’t allowed to see any of my friends unless it was to do with a homework
assignment and I wasn’t allowed to see Pete or Jack obviously. I’d even been
forced to delete their numbers so I couldn’t text them and I had to get rid of
anything to do with them. I’d only just managed to keep a hold of my promise
ring by hiding it and now only wearing it on a chain which I hid under my
cloths. She always told me it was for my own good but I failed to see the
logic. We didn’t really speak any more.
I lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling and playing absentmindedly with my
ring. This is how I spent most of my days now a light knock sounded at the door
“Patrick?” I quickly slipped the ring under my t-shirt and ignore her as the
door opened. “I was thinking of going out for dinner, is there anywhere special
you want to go?” I ignored her, I know it probably seems childish but it was
either ignore her all the time or end up arguing and I was sick of arguing. It
never got anywhere because she wasn’t prepared to listen. “Maybe after we can
see a movie, are there any you think look good?” more silence. She sighed “okay
then, I’ll go get my keys and I’ll pick somewhere to go, you get your shoes on
and bring a jacket. It’s chilly.”
She left me on the bed as I debated not bothering to move. I know I know,
childish but come on! This woman is ruining my life! My phone vibrated and I
picked it up to see a message from ‘Richard’ and grinned. Jack had gotten a new
number and so I now had a new friend called Richard, mother had been quite
pleased that I was ‘moving on with my life’. The text read:
 
Hey Trick! Hope you’re doing okay and the witch hasn’t turned you into a toad
yet. If you’re free Thursday meet me at Starbucks during your lunch break, I
have a surprise. X
 
I chuckled slightly and let her know I’d be there. Any opportunity to see her I
would, even if it meant ditching the afternoon. That probably wasn’t the best
of ideas as the school always sent letters home after stuff like that so I
would get in even more trouble but hey it was worth it. “Patrick, I’m ready and
waiting.” I sighed and slipped on my boots before grabbing a jacket and heading
down the stairs. She smiled warmly at me but I just ignored it, seriously she
thinks dinner is going to make up for everything she has done to me?
We ended up in a McDonalds. It was full of screaming children and stressed
parents trying and failing to stay in control of the sugar filled terrors. We
were sat at a small table in the corner whilst I picked at my fries. We’d been
there almost an hour and just sat in an uncomfortable silence. She’d made a few
attempts at conversation but I wasn’t about to humour her by pretending. She
sighed “Patrick, please just talk to me. I can’t understand how to make things
better if you don’t talk to me.” seriously? “What’s the point? You don’t want
to hear what I have to say.” I muttered through gritted teeth. She looked taken
back “of course I want to hear what you’ve got to say honey! I want to make
things right between us. The last few weeks have been unbearable!” she reached
for my hand but I pulled it away “how can you possibly say that?! You act like
you don’t know what you’ve done yet this is all your fault!” I hissed and she
sighed again “I understand that you miss your sister but-” I cut her off
“You’re damn right I miss her! She’s the only family I’ve had since grandma
died and now you’ve completely cut me off from her! not only that but you cut
me off from the only guy I’ve ever loved and stop me near enough seeing any of
my friends and essentially take over and stop my entire life! Yet you act like
it’s nothing and you can’t understand why I’m pissed off?!”
 
She sighed and gave me a look that told me this so wasn’t worth her time before
saying “I understand that you are upset and you are hurting but I’m only trying
to do what’s best for you.” I stood up from the table causing my chair to
scrape loudly “no you’re doing what’s best for you! All because you can’t
accept the truth and just be happy for me.” with that I stormed out of the
restaurant with people staring and whispering the whole way. 
***** Chapter 26 *****
Patrick pov
“Well I hope you’re proud of yourself.” She blasted as I walked down the stairs
the next morning, ready for school. “The amount of looks from all those judging
people! You could not have embarrassed me any more if you tried!” I tightened
my grip on my mug of coffee “well boo fucking hoo. I am sooo sorry, I forgot
that the whole world revolved around you!” she sighed at me “why are you being
such a child? I thought I raised you better than that!” I laughed “you raise
me! That’s a good one.” She glared at me “don’t act like this.” she was
starting to get agitated. Good! “Act like what? A teenager? Well funnily enough
mother this is generally the kind of thing you get when you ruin someone’s
life!” she growled now, clenching her hands up into fists “stop it! Your life
is not over! You are seventeen years old for god sake! You’re just pining and
rebelling because you’re confused! You’re not in love; you don’t know what it
is at your age! God you’re just like your sister!” she yelled “Confused?! Are
you fucking kidding me?! I’ve never been more sure of something in my entire
life! I LOVE him mom! Weather you accept that or not is your problem but it’s
the truth either way. And you know what; I’d take acting like Jack over acting
like you any day!” I stormed out of the house slamming the door hard behind me.
I’d barely made it half way down the road before her car drove up beside me and
she leant across, opening the passenger door. “Get in.” she said but I kept
walking as she continued to crawl next to me “Patrick GET IN.” she growled and
I sighed. I dropped down and slammed the door hard before buckling up and
sitting with legs curled up so I could rest my chin on my knees. I wove my arms
around them loosely before she started to complain “don’t sit like that you’ll
get dirt on the leather seats.” I glared at her “should have thought of that
before you forced me to get in.” she sighed and shook her head “your being so
childish.” She muttered “well maybe you should stop treating me like one.” I
retorted.
We continued the journey in the tense silence I had become accustom to these
days. She pulled up outside the school gate and I was out the door before she’d
stopped moving, slamming it hard for good measure. She wound the window down
before yelling “I’ll be out here at the end of the day to pick you up!” I
cringed as few people around me smirked “don’t bother! I’m going to Franks.” I
yelled through gritted teeth before heading off quickly so she couldn’t argue
further.
“Alright momma’s boy?” Julian a dick head jock yelled as I walked past “fuck
off.” I was so not in the mood “aww, are we all upset about the little domestic
in the car park?” he asked pulling none to gently at my cheek. I swatted his
hand away before muttering “she’s a bitch who can go die in a whole as far as
I’m concerned.” His cronies ‘oohed’ behind him whilst he chuckled “looks like
Tricky here finally grew himself some balls! What’s up man family problem?” I
knew all too well he was just fishing for dirt that he could spread around the
school. “You don’t know the half of it.” I muttered before spotting Frank and
Mikey and quickly darting off in their direction before anymore could be said.
“What did Julian want?” Frank asked as I approached “just being a dick.” I
shrugged “hey can you guys cover for me? I’m meeting Jack at lunch and I don’t
know how long I’ll be.” They knew about Jack being kicked out and were just as
disgusted by her behaviour. Thank god. “Sure thing man, we’ll day you went to
the dentist or something.” I nodded “oh and I’m at yours afterschool because we
have a history project.” Frank blinked a minute before catching my drift “oh
yeah sure, um… are you actually gonna be there or are you just gonna spend the
entire afternoon with Jack?” I shrugged if I show up I show up but if I’m not
back by the end of school odd are I’m not.” He nodded “oh wait, I’m heading
round Mikey’s after school…” I shrugged “who cares? It’s just an alibi.”
The day went on at a snail’s pace and it felt like a week had passed by the
time lunch time came around. The wire fence at the back of the campus had a
large hole in it that none of the teachers knew about making it easy for
students to slip out whenever the hell they felt like it. I checked I wasn’t
being watched before disappearing out onto the street. I shoved a hoody on over
my top to hide the school uniform before heading to Starbucks.
She was sat on her own at the corner table we’d sat at when telling her about
mine and Pete’s relationship. I smiled sadly at the memory before placing my
coffee down on the table. “Trick!” she cried, jumping up and engulfing me in a
giant hug. “I’ve missed you!” I smiled and squeezed back “I’ve missed you too.”
We sat back down and she grinned manically “I’m so glad you could make it! I
wasn’t sure if you’d be able to sneak out.” I smiled “yeah, Mikey and Frank are
covering for me so her royal bitchness doesn’t have a clue.” She giggled “I
might have to steal that one. It’s good.” I grinned “so how are things? You
never told me what happened with the new flat.” She smiled glancing up every
time she heard the door go… strange. “Yeah it’s really nice, enough room for
little old me and my stuff. And the rent's super cheap which is great. I’m not
there much though…” she blushed slightly and I decided against asking where she
spent the time. I was pretty sure it involved Ryan and that’s as much
information as I wanted thank you very much.
“So what’s it like in the deep dark dungeons all alone?” she asked and I sighed
“hell.” She giggled “I’m serious! I’m pretty sure there are prisoners on death
row with more rights than I have and she doesn’t even understand why I have a
problem! She genuinely believes she’s done nothing wrong and I’m a childish
brat who’s rebelling!” she sighed “same old mom.” I nodded “she actually said
I’m acting like you the other day as a way of insult.” She raised an eyebrow
“should I be offended?” I grinned “I may have yelled at her a little about how
much of a bitch she was and how she couldn’t even see and that she’s a waste of
a mother whilst we were in McDonalds.” She laughed “good on you Trick!”
The doorbell went again and she glanced up breaking out into a huge grin
“what?” I asked as she started to wave manically “your surprise is here.” I
looked around and there walking up the steps towards us was Pete. He looked
awful. He was pale and had a haggard, defeated look to him. He had big bags
under his eyes which were puffy and red; he hadn’t bothered to put on eyeliner.
My heart broke seeing him this way. His eyes grew wide when he saw me and he
stopped dead in his tracks. “Trick?” he rasped. I gave a small smile and nodded
as Jack jumped up and pretty much dragged him to the table.
 
He sat down next to me looking like a blind person who was seeing the light for
the first time. “I didn’t realise you were coming.” He whispered and I smiled
“I didn’t know I’d be seeing you either.” I took his hand and squeezed it
gently. He looked so frail I felt for certain I might break him. “You know when
I planned this out in my head I thought there’d be more of a reunion than
that.” Jack piped up “come on guys! I got you a whole afternoon to spend
together, make the most of it!” I pressed a kiss to his cheek before whispering
in his ear “let’s go back to yours.” 
***** Chapter 27 *****
Patrick pov
We went back to his apartment and the place was kind of a mess. There was dirty
laundry everywhere and dirty dishes and other crockery were starting to pile by
the sink, it looked like no dusting or vacuuming had been done in a while. “So
you still working at the record store?” I asked as I sat down on the couch.
“Yeah but I’m on compassionate leave at the minute.” He said as he wandered
over and put the coffee machine on and got some mugs out the cupboard, I was
surprised there was anything clean left. “Why who died?” I asked concerned “my
nan.” He didn’t sound too upset. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He chuckled “she
died three years ago Trick.” I blinked confused “um what?”
He spun around looking serious “I’ve been a mess Trick. Ever since what
happened I just, I just haven’t really dealt with it. I haven’t been able to
cope without you. I knew I couldn’t go to work like that when I’d have to deal
with people all day so I said my nan died to give me chance to work out how to
function again.” he smiled sadly and I’m pretty sure I felt my heart swell and
burst. I pulled him into a tight hug which seemed to take him by surprise but
he quickly returned it. “I miss you so much Trick.” he whispered sounding close
to tears. I pulled him into a fierce kiss before stroking a hand against his
cheek “two weeks.” I whispered looking him dead in the eye. “Then I’m eighteen
and she can’t control me anymore. I can do whatever I want, go wherever I want,
be with whoever I want.” I kissed him again before mumbling against his lips
“and the first place I’m coming is here.”
We spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch. Talking and just enjoying each
other’s company. I looked at the clock and realised school finished two hours
ago, I sighed “I should probably get going before my alibi runs out of
credibility.” He sighed before pulling me up so that our eyes met. “I just want
you know that I love you. No matter what happens now or in the future or what
your mom’s done. I love you and I always will but I don’t blame you for
anything. I’m not gonna feel hurt or bad and I don’t want you to feel compelled
or anything. It’s okay if you decide your mums right. It’s okay to move on.” I
blinked taken totally by surprise at his little outburst “why are you doing
this?” I whispered “doing what?” he furrowed his eyebrows “saying goodbye.” He
blinked “you said you were leaving…” I shook my head “that’s not what I meant.”
I sighed getting a little frustrated “then what do you mean?” he asked confused
“You’re giving up! You’re saying goodbye and letting go.” I sighed “I’m just
saying-” but I cut him off. “Well don’t just say. I love you and I don’t give a
flying fuck what mom or anyone else has to say about it. I’m not just letting
go or giving up on us because other people have decided they don’t approve, I’m
fighting. Please don’t tell me I’m fighting on my own.”
He sighed and pulled me so that I was straddling his lap. “I’m fighting to the
death but I don’t want you to be conscripted into this.” I rolled my eyes “what
am I gonna have to do to get you to believe me?”  He smiled up at me and ran a
hand through my hair “seriously, get a tattoo? Carve your name into my chest?
Walk around in a t-shirt that says ‘I love Pete Wentz’?” he rolled his eyes and
chuckled “you really would do that wouldn’t you?” I leant down and kissed him
softly “I think it’s been established that I would do anything for you.”
*
I got home and had barely stepped through the door when mom was calling me into
the kitchen. I wandered in and walked straight past her to the coffee machine
and put it on. “Where have you been Patrick?” She said with a forced calm
voice. “I told you Frank and I had a history project.” She sighed “I know you
did, but I called Mrs Iero to see what time she want me to pick you up and she
politely informed me that you weren’t there.” She’s checking up on me now,
seriously?! “I’m betting that Frank wasn’t there either though was he.” There
was a long pause in which I gave a smug smile and folded my arms across my
chest “exactly. We went to Mikey’s instead.” She glared up at me “you were with
Jacqueline weren’t you?” she hissed “have you got proof to back up this
theory?” I asked and she growled “exactly. So as I said, I was at Mikey’s. You
gonna ring them and find out if I’m lying? Well good luck with that because we
were home alone as their parents are still at work.”
I finished making my coffee and headed up the stairs feeling pretty smug. Two
weeks and I’m out. I smiled to myself I could handle two more weeks. 
***** Chapter 28 *****
Patrick pov
Five, four, three, two, one midnight! I smiled to myself as the bright numbers
flicked over to show midnight. 12am my birthday. I’m officially eighteen. I get
up and dress silently. Black skinny jeans, a plane red t-shirt with boots, a
denim jacket and my black fedora. I put on my glasses and slip my promise ring
back on my finger where it belongs before grabbing a small bag and putting some
things in it before righting a note for mom when she got up explaining I’d
borrowed the car and I’d bring it back later when I was picking up the rest of
my stuff. Okay so yeah that’s kind of presumptuous but I knew Jack would put me
up even if Pete won’t. I wasn’t gonna think about that though.
I left the note on the kitchen table and fished the keys out of her coat pocket
from where it was hanging up on the coat hook. I got in the car and threw the
duffle bag in the passenger seat before heading straight to Pete’s. The drive
seemed to take a lot longer than it normally did and I was suddenly more
nervous than ever, what if something had happened in the past few weeks that
had changed everything? I pulled up outside the building and all the lights
were out it 12:30 am Patrick! Of course the lights will be out, people are
sleeping! I entered the lobby and headed straight up the stairs passed the
sleeping night watch guard.
I knocked lightly on Pete’s door before standing outside for a few
moments. Maybe he didn’t hear, maybe he’s not in. I bit my lip debating my
options when a groggy “one sec.” floated out to me before the sound of the door
unbolting and the key in the lock. He opened it yawning before looking at me
with wide eyes “Trick?” he whispered and I nodded with  an awkward, small smile
“what are you doing here?” he blinked “I told you I was coming.” I giggled at
his bedhead, he looked adorable and confused. He furrowed his eyebrows and
checked his watch “do you have any idea what time it is?” I shrugged “I wasn’t
about to stay longer than necessary.” He blinked again; sleep still slowing
down his mental capacity. “Shit! Your birthday!” he gasped, slapping his hand
to his forehead “I completely forgot! I am so sorry. God I am an awful
boyfriend!” I smirked and stepped over the threshold so that my face was mere
millimetres away from his. “The fact that I can officially say that you are my
boyfriend is more than enough of a gift.” I mumbled before connecting our lips.
I walked him back so that he could close the door behind us before he pushed me
against it. We stayed like that for a moment before he pulled away resting his
forehead against my own. “I love you but it’s ridiculously early and I was
having a really nice dream that I would quite like to get back to if it’s all
the same to you.” I raised an eyebrow “what was it about?” he smirked “put it
this way, I’m not entirely sure I’ve actually woken up.”
He dragged me to the bedroom and I stripped down to my boxers before snuggling
into his side. He pressed a light kiss to my forehead before mumbling “I love
you.” In my ear and promptly falling to sleep. I lay with my head on his chest
listening to his steady heartbeat. I smiled to myself as I loosely hung my arm
over his waist. I was finally home.
 
Pete pov
I awoke with soft tufts of caramel brown hair ticking my nose and smiled to
myself as I gently nuzzled into them. He sighed happily “morning babe.” He
mumbled “happy birthday beautiful.” I smiled. He sat up grinning too and bent
down to press a loving kiss to my lips. I pulled him down to me deepening it
and I felt his hand trail down my side whilst the other bent by the side of my
head. We stayed like that for a few minutes before the bell rang. “Just ignore
it.” he whispered against my lips “they’ll go away.” He reconnected out lips
but the nock came again followed by “Patrick Martin Vaughn Stump. I know you
are in there so you better let Pete answer the door so I can give you your
birthday present.” I giggled as he groaned and dropped back onto the bed.
I got up and unlocked the door to find Jack stood there. Patrick stood beside
me and he grinned as he pulled his sister into a hug. She grinned “I can’t stay
long, I have work but my shift finishes at one so I’ll meet you for coffee.”
she handed him and envelope before grabbing his shoulders and steering him
towards the window. I followed and looked out to see that beside Jack’s black
Trans am, the mothers silver Mercedes and my red convertible was an electric
blue mustang. Holy shit! His eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw it
and he ripped open the envelope to see a set of car keys. God I seriously need
to make up for this!
“You got me a car?!” he squeaked she grinned “I had to do something special for
your eighteenth.” They hugged again tightly before they let go and she danced
out of the door. Literally danced out the door, I couldn’t help but chuckle. He
seemed kind of stunned. I bent down and kissed his cheek “I’m gonna go have a
shower.” He nodded and smiled “I’ll be here when you get back.
 
Patrick pov
I made coffee and drank that but soon got bored. I started opening cupboards
and draws at random until I found one that had a key taped to the inside of the
door. I peeled it off and turned it over in my fingers, the cold gold metal
scraping against my fingers. I knew instantly where it fit. I stood there a few
more minutes before minutes before deciding just to go for it.
I wandered over to the playroom and felt my heart rate quicken the closer I
got. I slid it in its place and paused listening as the shower continued to
run. I turned it in the lock holding my breath. It clicked and I slowly turned
the doorknob and pushed the door open. The room hadn’t changed since the last
time I’d seen it only a thin layer of dust was just beginning to form showing
the sudden lack of use.
I wandered around running my hand lightly over everything, smiling to myself
over the familiarity of it all. I stopped at the cupboard when I noticed a thin
square black box with my name on it. Curious I pulled it out and opened it
slowly, unsure of what to expect. Inside sat a collar; it was thin and black
with a line of studs and a small d-ring at the front. It was so simplistic it
could easily pass for a choker. I ran it through my fingers feeling the soft
leather. My heart was literally going to explode and I could feel tears ready
to well up in my eyes. Surely this couldn’t be for me.
“Trick?” I heard Pete's voice float in from the hallway, I hadn’t notice the
shower stop running. He reached the doorway and was wearing nothing but a towel
around his waist. He blushed when he realised what I was looking at. “Um, I
guess I kinda forgot I bought that.” He said scratching the back of his neck
“with everything that’s happened recently I didn’t think it would matter.” He
slowly approached as I just stood there staring at it. “You seriously brought
this for me?” I whispered still in shock, I mean shit like this is more serious
than marriage! He nodded biting his lips nervously. “It’s okay if you don’t
want it. I mean it’s a big deal.” I just handed it to him “help me put it on?”
he grinned, his breath catching slightly in his throat.
 
He clipped it into place around my neck and it settled perfectly on the skin
between my throat and collar bone. My chest tightened slightly with pride as I
watched it rise and fall with my breathing. “What do you think?” I asked and he
grinned kissing my cheek and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Beautiful.” I
rested my head against my chest as he ran a hand through my hair “my beautiful
boy.” I smiled to myself “always.”
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