Accepted (Peterick)

Tight Spaces Get The Bassist Heated

Warning: sexual content.

"Patrick?"

I was still in my bunk. Only a few minutes after I shoved Pete. Apparently, I didn't put the fear of God into him when I did that.

"What?" I asked bitterly.

"I'm coming up."

"No.." Before I could complain, he'd already climbed into my bunk and made the small space even smaller.

I was stuck facing the wall and I could tell he was spooning me. Great. If I had the room to sigh, I would have.

"What do you want, Pete?" I snapped.

"To apologize. I'm sorry."

I didn't answer. Of course, I forgive him, but I'm still mad. Whether at him or me, I don't know.

He propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

He kissed my cheek. What?

"What the hell, Pete?"

"You're really mad, aren't you?"

"Why'd you do that?"

He shrugged and pulled my shoulder until I was on my back. He hovered over me, leaning on his elbows. I was embarrassed. Mainly because my boner was sticking him right in the crotch. "You know, that was kind of hot."

"What?" I didn't know what he was talking about.

"You. Touching yourself on stage." He smiled.

"Get bent," I tried to push him away but there wasn't any room.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm serious."

Apparently, my frustrated pout was funny. Then, he kissed me again but this time on the lips.

I pushed him off, "Pete seriously?" If this was some kind of joke..

He took my hand and pressed it against his crotch. "Yeah, seriously." I could feel his bulge and wondered how I couldn't tell he was hard before. I got self conscious again.

He started kissing me, once again, and I couldn't help but kiss back. Hey, I was horny. His lips left my mouth and found their way along my cheek to my ear and then to my neck.

"Pete.." I whimpered. Oh gosh, the other guys were on the bus!

"Shh.." He kept kissing and licking.

"The guys.." I tried to get him to stop.

He shook his head, "I told them to leave before I came up here."

He planned this? Was he just going to use me as a sex toy? Suddenly, I didn't care because he was palming me through my leather pants. I just wanted out of my clothes.

I moaned. Unlike on stage, this moan was real and took my breath with it. When Pete heard it, he bit my skin lightly and growled. Yes, growled. That growl just made me even more horny.

He began taking his shirt off in the small space and his whole body rubbed against me as he did. My crotch complained when the sudden movement stopped.

"You're going to get it, Patrick Stump," Pete whispered in my ear as he unzipped my pants.

I couldn't help but noticing that we were both sweating already. We made out as our hands explored each other. Soon, he took my shirt off.

Self consciousness once again came back to me. I didn't want to do this. I mean, I wasn't good enough for him. I pushed him away and turned to the wall again, making sure he couldn't see my face.

"Patrick?"

I didn't trust myself to speak, I was probably going to cry. I always cry when I feel this way. I'm stupid that way.

"What is it?"

I took a few breaths, he wasn't going to leave me alone until I answered. "I'm ugly."

He let out a laugh, "you? Ugly? That's not even remotely possible."

I didn't answer, he was only trying to get me to warm up to him again so I'd be an easy fuck.

"Patrick, why do you think you're ugly?"

"Because I'm still fat. Maybe not as much, but I still am."

"What this?" He pinched my ass.

I nodded.

"Patrick, your butt looks perfect. I mean, it's a nice ass."

"My stomach too."

He rubbed his hand across my stomach. "That's not fat. It's not muscle but that's good because I'm not into that. To be honest, I have a fetish for little bellies like yours."

I turned back to him and saw he was being completely serious. "Are you just trying to get me to sleep with you?"

"No, if you don't want to have sex with me, it's fine. I'm just trying to get you to realize that you're beautiful."

I bit my lip. I didn't want to admit that I was a virgin and that I really did want to have sex with him. Well, maybe I could give the second one away. Hopefully, he wouldn't figure the first one out by how inexperienced I am. I'll just blame it on not having sex with a man before.

I kissed him and we started to make out heatedly.