I Do I Did

Forty Four

"Sometimes I wish I could switch bodies with you."

Pete glanced up from the email he was reading to stare at Ryan warily. It wasn't as if they'd been discussing something similar before hand, they hadn't. So his statement was completely out of place and random.

They were sitting in the back of Pete's car. Driving back from the place he'd rented for the day to make sure everything was going according to plan with the decorations and catering. And of course it was. Because he was Pete Wentz and no one wanted to piss off Pete Wentz.

But of course with everything going so perfectly on schedule, something had to annoy him. And that something was being stuck in traffic. There was a small fender bender a block ahead of them which was stalling traffic. And then the stalled traffic caused a bit of an accident behind them. So now every car in the middle was stuck.

Fucking great. He was going to be late picking up his husband because a bunch of fucking morons didn't know now to drive. He'd tried calling both Patrick's and Brendon's cells to warn them but they didn't pick up.

Now he was stuck in this car with his best friend for God knows how long. He'd silently hoped they could wait this thing out in a mutual quiet. But by the sounds of Ryan's conversation opener, that wasn't going to happen. Because even if he completely ignored the man, he knew that wouldn't stop him from talking. So he might as well contribute.

He pressed the button to black out his screen and sat his phone beside him. Here goes nothing.

"Well, I'm glad that isn't physically possible."

There. Now he'd entered this weird discussion. Hopefully he wouldn't regret it.

"I mean, just look at your body."

Pete glanced down at his chest and lap. He didn't see anything but a suit. So he told Ryan that. Ryan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I'm not talking about the clothes you wear." He explained. "I'm talking about under the clothes. You're all tone and muscled and I'm literally built like a spaghetti noodle."

"What's this?" Pete grabbed his chest dramatically. "The great Ryan Ross isn't his usual flamboyantly, cocky self? He has insecurities just like the rest of us?"

"The rest of us?" He scoffed. "What the fuck do you have to be insecure about? You're rich, smart and sexy as sin. You could literally walk down the street and pick out any one -Boy, girl or other- and get them to fuck you. Just with a look."

"Are you forgetting that I literally have seen you do just that? More than once actually!"

"That's not the point!"

"Then what is?"

"You're perfect. You're absolutely perfect. And sometimes it makes me jealous. I just want to live a day in your shoes-"

"I think Patrick cheated on me." He blurted out. Ryan gasped quietly.

"Why the hell would you think that?"

"That William guy?"

"Oh that?" He visibly relaxed. "They only kissed once and that was when you were still with Meagan. Remember, you saw the picture?"

"I think he had sex with him after that."

"Why-"

"You remember when he was missing that entire day? The day he lied and told me be was with Brendon?"

"Yeah."

"I was going through his stuff and-"

"You were going through his stuff?"

"Yes."

"That's you begging to find something wrong. You shouldn't invade his-"

"Why do I feel like I need to question your loyalties?" Pete glared at him.

Ryan glared back. "You know I'm on your side. But that won't stop me from telling you when you aren't one hundred percent right."

"Well while invading his privacy I found a little story in his journal about him being a cheat and fucking another man."

Ryan's eyes widened. "Shut up!"

"I'm serious, Ry." Pete groaned and sat back. Letting his head rest agaisnt the top of the seat. "And I don't know what to do. Do you know how fucked up I was after Andy made that comment about being his first?"

"Yeah." Ryan nodded. Smirking at the memory. "I remember."

"It's been years and when I think of it, I still want to break every bone in his body. The only way I calm myself down is reminding myself that me being his last is better."

"That's a good way to look at-"

"But what if I'm not the last person he'll ever be intimate with?" He lifted his head to look in his friend's dark eyes. "I'm worried that I will honestly kill who ever is."

"Whoa." Ryan cringed. Worry taking over every part of his brain. But of course instead of focusing on those worries, he switched to humor. "Have you had your morning cocktail?"

Pete laughed. Breaking the tense mood in the back of the car. Ryan relaxed, smiling lazily.

"Yes, I've taken my pills, Ryan."

"Good." He laughed too. "Then you should know how insane you sound. Look, I know Patrick isn't the same man you married. Hell, I'm still not fully over how much of a dick he's kind of become. Like a real asshole! A rude fucking-"

"Hey!" Pete warned. "That's still my husband."

"I have a point." He held his palms up innocently. "The only thing that hasn't changed with him is that he loves the hell out of you Pete. Anybody could see that."

Pete nodded. "Thanks, Ry. I needed that."

Sometimes Pete forgot why he made Ryan his best friend. But moments like this helped him remember. He was in a better mood. Now he could really enjoy his day with his husband.

"And even if he did cheat on you, that wouldn't be so bad. Then you could dump him and finally let me take control of that ass."

And just like that, he forgot again.

"You're disgusting, Ryan." Pete lifted up his phone and opened his emails again.

"I just want you to remember that a long time ago -before you even knew you liked guys- you promised me your-"

"Don't say it!" Pete's eyes snapped up to his.

"Buttginity." Ryan grinned.

"You said it." Pete squeezed his eyes shut. Trying to erase the word from his mind again.

"You promised."

"That was before I knew I was a top."

"You'd still technically be on top if you rode me."

"You know what I meant."

"Fine. For you, I'll bottom." He said in his best school girl voice.

Pete laughed. "I wouldn't dare even venture to those parts. Not only is your sex partner number in the not so low double digits, but Brendon would cut my dick off."

"Both of our dicks." Ryan agreed. Laughing as well.

"And put it in his tampon box."

"What?"

"Traffic is moving, sir." Jefferson glanced back to tell Pete.

"Good. Take us straight home."

"Will do, sir."

"And Jefferson?"

"Yes, sir?" He looked back again.

"Floor it."

"Yes, sir." He smiled.