Irresistible (Peterick/side Trohley)

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Word Count--1338

"No, I'm okay," I politely refuse the drink that's being thrusted into my hand by a guy with blonde hair and a lip ring. I think his name is Bob or something like that.

"L-Loosen up bit," He slurs, handing it to me again. I take it this time before the kid hurts himself. He smiles at me before running off.

"Didn't know you were the drinking type, Stumph," A familiar voice says from behind me, putting their hand on my shoulder. "Been a long time,"

"Brendon?" I ask hopeful, yet confused. Brendon was my best friend in high school. Until he made it big with his band. I turn around right as Brendon engulfs me in a hug.

"Missed you, Stumphy," He whispers into my ear. I smile as we pull away.

"It's actually Stump now," I tell him. He nods. "But I've missed you too, man,"

"What are you doing here? Thought you still lived in Evanston," He grabs the unopened beer in my hand and opens it, taking a sip.

"Had to help profile for a case. We caught the asshole that was strangling kids with belts," I say, not really wanting to go into full conversation about it or bring up how slutty I was in the confession room. "What about you, Mr. Rockstar?" He grins at me.

"Playing a show tomorrow. You should come," I nod my head. I'll think about it at the least. "I've got someone I want you to meet and someone I want you to catch up with. Be right back," And just like that, Brendon is gone. A few seconds later, Pete appears beside me and sits down, throwing an arm around me.

"Hey, 'Trick. You're not the party type either?" He asks. I nod my head. It's true.

"I hate parties, but I've got someone I'd like you to meet when I find him again," I say. At that exact moment, Brendon comes back with a guy with a lot of eyeliner on.

"This is RyRo," He says, pointing to him, but he keeps looking around when RyRo shakes both of our hands.

"I'm Ryan," He says. Brendon is being his hand, so I'm sure there's something going on there. A guy comes running up, and I feel Pete stiffen. What's wrong?

"And you already know Dallon," Dallon looks up and smiles at me before his eyes go wide at Pete, who's sitting motionless beside me. Holy shit.

"Uh oh," I say, making Brendon and Ryan look at me, clearly confused. Dallon finally snaps out of it, I guess, because he shakes my hand (as if we didn't already know each other) and runs off, leaving Pete still motionless beside me.

"Okay, what the hell just happened? And who is that?" Brendon asks, pointing at Pete. Pete doesn't move. He just keeps his eyes focused on his feet.

"This is Pete, my, uh, boyfriend," I point at Pete. He doesn't flinch when my arm goes around his waist. It's like he's dead inside. "And what just happened.. maybe you should ask Dallon about it. I'm gonna get him home," I point towards Dallon, who's talking to Bob, probably looking for the harder liquor, if I remember right. He always wanted something to numb the pain.

Brendon and Ryan nod slowly as they both walk away. I look at Pete, whose eyes are still trained on the ground, as he says, "I wanna go home," I nod my head, grabbing Pete's hand and pulling him up with me. We walk out together, and I'm about to hail a cab before Pete says, "Alone," and snatches his hand away from me, hailing his own cab.

Wow okay. I watch Pete get into the cab and leave. I hope he goes straight home, but besides Dallon, I'm probably the last person he wants to see.

I wait a few minutes before hailing my own cab that's taking me to my shitty apartment, which is one floor above Pete's even shittier apartment.

The drive is silent, and I pay and thank the cab driver for my ride home, walking up the shitty steps to my shitty apartment. I pass Pete's floor before going back down, deciding to check up on him, at least.

"Pete, just yell back if you're in there. I'm sorry for what happened, but I need to know that you're okay," I knock again, but I'm stopped when the door opens, revealing an already shitty looking Pete. "Holy shit, Pete," My hand goes up to his tear stained face, stroking his cheek.

"How do you still look good?" I wonder aloud. Pete actually smiles.

"I'll never look as good as you," He puts his hand on top of mine so I can't move it.

"Shut up," I pull his head towards mine, resting our foreheads together. "Promise me that you're alright," [THE KIDS AREN'T ALRIGHT]

"I'm perfectly fine, 'Trick. Seeing him just brought some memories up, but none of them were so great," [THNKS FR TH MMRS] I nod my head and smile. At least he's okay. "Kiss me,"

"Okay," I lean in and kiss him, our mouths moving together perfectly, but I pull away when someone clears their throat. Fucking hell.

"Sorry to interrupt your.. moment, but I was wondering if I could, like, borrow a pair of boxers? This is really weird, but I have a date in twenty, and I don't have a clean pair. He'd be too small," The mysterious guy with red hair points at me, "so can I use a pair of yours?" Pete laughs before nodding.

"Sure thing, bro," Pete steps away from me and disappears, leaving the mysterious stranger and I to converse.

"You're probably completely weirded out by me, but I'm Gerard," He holds his hand out to me, and I take it, smiling.

"I'm Patrick," I say. His eyes go wide, and his mouth drops open.

"I knew it! You did look familiar," He pulls me in for a hug. I'm beyond confused, but I hug back. "We graduated high school together. I went to East, and you went to West. Best catcher West ever had," [I DON'T CARE REF]

"I don't think so, but yeah, I remember you now. Played second base. They called you G-Way?" I ask. He nods.

"That's me," We smile at each other for a few seconds before Pete walks back up with a pair of American Eagle boxers in his hand. They have pizzas on them. What a coincidence. "Bro, thank you so much!" He hugs Pete. Pete's face scrunches up, his arms dropping to his sides. Uh oh.

When Gerard realises he's not being hugged back, he pulls away. "Sorry, G. He's a bit of a germaphobe," Gerard moves out of his space, dropping 'I'm sorry,' like Pete's still there. [A LITTLE LESS SIXTEEN CANDLES, A LITTLE MORE "TOUCH ME"] Pete ran back into his apartment and is probably already in his Germ-X bath.

Gerard backs away slowly. "Right. Sorry about that, but thanks for the boxers. Nice seeing you again, Patrick," He waves before physically running back into his apartment.

"Pete?" I ask as I walk into his apartment. "Babe, it's okay," Pete comes out of nowhere, scrubbing his arms and bare chest in a bottle of Germ-X.

"I'm good," Pete says as he continues to bathe himself in it. But my eyes are focused on the bat heart skull tattoo that's peeking out of his pants. Holy shit.

"Pete," I say breathlessly, "Pete, come here," Pete instantly looks up at me and stops squirting the Germ-X on. He cautiously puts down the bottle before slowly walking towards me.

I grab him and attach our lips. He is shocked at first, but he quickly regains his composure, pushing me against the door.

As his tongue slips into my mouth, I switch our positions, earning an 'oof' from Pete when he hits the door hard. I like it rough, and I hope he does too.