I Didn't Know You'd be the One to Save Me - VegasPete

Chapter 11

Vegas leaned his back against the wall, pulling Pete closer to him. His arm was wrapped around the other's waist while his free hand held onto Pete's chin as he kissed him. Pete let out a soft moan as they made out causing Vegas to smirk. Something about the fact that he was the one pleasing Pete excited him.

Vegas' slipped his hand under the blazer Pete was wearing and he stroked his back earning a, "Mhm," from Pete. The other seemed so sensitive to his touch. It was amusing how Pete so obediently responded to his every move. He had never been with someone so naturally submissive before; he was enjoying this unfamiliar scene.

Vegas moved his hands from Pete's back and gripped the back of his hair pulling his head back slightly. He smirked and looked down at the boy - so desperate. "You seem to be liking this," Vegas spoke as he moved his head down and licked the back of Pete's ear. "The Innocent Dr. Pete who was all smiley in front of his seniors was thinking such vial thoughts," he smirked.

Pete didn't say anything further but moved his hand down to Vegas' bulge. "Don't act like you aren't enjoying it too," he scoffed as he ran his fingers over his erection.

Just then the bathroom door opened and Pete forced Vegas into the nearest stall, closing the door behind him. Pete pushed Vegas up against the wall with his hand over the other's mouth.

Vegas moved his hand over Pete's and pulled it down, "What? Were you scared people were going to see what a little slut you are?" Vegas whispered in his ear as he wrapped his arms firmly around Pete's waist.

Pete rolled his eyes, "Shut up, Vegas. They will hear you."

The smirked that had formed on Vegas' face was a clear indication that he had formed a mischievous idea. Vegas grabbed Pete's jaw and pinned him up against the other wall, placing his leg between his.

Pete looked like he was about to protest when Vegas covered his mouth mirroring his earlier actions. "They will hear you," he repeated.

Vegas began kissing down Pete's neck, his leg rubbing against his erection causing Pete to squirm. "Stop it, Vegas," he said, but Vegas just shook his head.

Vegas used his free hand and slid it into the front of his pants, taking his erection into his hand, smirking. But before he did anything further, Pete held onto his hand and removed it before walking straight out of the stall.

"No more fun?" Vegas said leaned against the door frame. "Where your spirit, Pete? You were the one who started all this..."

Pete stood leaning against the basin, his hair was messed up and he was looking down. Vegas could barely make out his facial expressions. He didn't know if he messed up and crossed any boundaries. He'd hoped he didn't. I really didn't mean to.

"I know what I started," Pete said looking up and into the mirror at Vegas. "I know exactly what I want," he added turning around. "I'll show you the real deal, Dr Theerapanyakun."