His Name Is Wentz

5

"Patrick wake the hell up we're late for work!" Brendon said shaking me.  I was under the covers in, get this, Petes sweatshirt.  Where it came from I have no fucking idea.  My must have come in when I was dead asleep and put it on me.  I was also in my boxers.  I sat up swiftly.  My ass stung underneath me.

"Ahh Fucking hell" I hissed.

"What?" he asked.  I shook my head.  "Come on!" he pulled me up "Just throw on jeans your in a sweatshirt" I grabbed my jeans and slid them on.  I grabbed my phone as he rushed me out of the apartment.

"Stop running Bren!" I yelled while we ran to his car.

"I can't were late as hell I swear to god if I lose my job because of this fucking car!" he yelled.  He tried the lock again but his key broke in it.

"My car!" I said.  We made a dash for it.    "Fuck my keys are inside the house!  I locked them in there!" I slumped against the trunk of my car. 

"Who else can get in? and possibly give us a ride?" He asked.  I lifted my head in thought.

"This probably isn't my brightest idea" I mumbled pulling out my phone. 

"What?" he asked.  I dialed Petes number and put the phone to my ear.

"Did you miss me already?"

"Aha haha.  You're cute.  I uh got myself into a situation and uh, Bren and I need a ride to work.  Also a ride home and I need to get my keys from my apartment"

"I'll be there soon" He hung up.  I slid my phone into my pocket.

"Pete's taking us" I said. 

"Woah what? Since when are you two good friends?" he looked at my sweatshirt "And you're wearing his sweatshirt I see" I blushed while looking at the ground.  Pete pulled up a few minutes later.

"Damn.  Ridin in style" Brendon mumbled in awe.  I started walking to the car. 

"Are you coming or are you losing your job?" I asked.  He rushed after me.  I got up front and he got in the back.

"Thank you" I said to Pete.  He nodded while backing out of the driveway.  He was very silent the whole ride.  When we got there he asked me to hang back a second. 

"Go head Bren I'm alright" I said to him.  He got out but glared a bit at Pete.  He's kind of over protective of me.  Pete waited until Brendon was in the building.  His hand landed on my thigh.  He kissed me with tongue.

"Missed you" he said.  He kissed my neck. 

"No not now I can't go into work with a boner" I said.  He sucked lightly.  I sighed in pleasure.

"I like seeing you in my clothes.  It's a big turn on" he sucked harder.  I moaned.

"I have to go to work" I said sinking lower into my seat.  I shut my eyes enjoying the feel of his mouth on my neck. 

"Fuck work.  Come with me.  Let's have fun.  I'm rich I can give you money" He sat back in the drivers seat.  Hickeys lined my neck.  I nodded still out of breath.  He smiled devilishly.

"I don't wanna know what you plan to do to me" I mumbled.

"No you don't" he said starting the car. 
•••••
His house was large.  My second time in it was better than my first.  I wasn't in awe at everything.

"Want a drink?" he asked.  I shrugged.  He pressed me up against the wall.  "You're pretty you know" he said running his finger down my cheek.  Before I could respond he kissed me.  It was already heated.  Everything he did was heated.  I mean he is Pete Wentz after all.  "Play room" he commanded in a deeper voice than usual. 

"Yes sir" I said shakily.