My alarm woke me up around 8. I wanted to sleep more. I texted Pete quickly.
To Pete💜: I know you're at a meeting but I wanna sleep more can I meet you at yours around 3?
From Pete💜: 12
To Pete💜: Babe I sleep till 12
From Pete💜: 12
To Pete💜: Pete come on please
From Pete💜: 12 Patrick
I clicked my phone off sleepily. Fine. 12. I shut my eyes attempting to sleep again.
•••••
My phone rang around 11.
"Whaaaat?" I whined into the receiver. Pete chuckled.
"Get dressed honey. You have one hour not a minute later. If you're late I've got a nice punishment planned" The line went dead. I groaned seriously not in the mood for this. I got dressed quickly and drove there making it at 11:45. He pulled up behind me. I stepped out into the cold frigid air. He thanked his driver then noticed me.
"Hello sunshine" he said smiling.
"Fuck off" I said shivering. He slid his jacket around me.
"Come on" he said. He walked me into his oversized house. I dropped the jacket onto the chair. He shut the door behind us.
"I love this place" I mumbled. I turned back around to face him "And I love you"
"Do you now?" he asked while I wrapped my arms around his neck. I nodded smiling. "Prove it" he mumbled. I pressed my lips to his. He turned it into a heated make out session shoving his tongue into my mouth. I groaned from the back of my throat.
"Maybe we should take this into the play room" he mumbled on my lips. We both jumped by a bang on the door. "Go to the play room and get yourself ready I'll be in soon" I nodded and rushed to the play room and shut the door. I stripped out of my clothes and tied the blindfold around my eyes. I sat down on the bed.
"Brendon he's not here I told you this already!" Pete yelled. I bit my lip. Dammit Brendon. Don't come in here please god don't fucking come in here. "BRENDON NO!" Pete yelled. The door flew open. I covered myself as fast as I could.
"Oh my god" Brendon whispered. I took the blindfold off. Pete looked pale as a sheet. Brendon looked around the play room.
"Bren don't freak out" I said.
"Don't freak out" he said. He started laughing "Don't freak out!? HOW THE FUCK AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO FREAK THE HELL OUT!?" he screamed. I jumped.
"Hey" Pete growled grabbing his arm. Brendon spun around "Don't" Pete warned.
"Brendon please just keep an open mind here okay?" I asked.
"Keep an open fucking mind. That's hard since he's fucking WHIPPING YOU AND YOU'RE GETTING PLEASURE FROM IT!" He seemed extremely pissed. Pete's grip tightened.
"We're not just fucking around Bren. This is love. I love him" His face softened a bit.
"But you let him hit you?" he asked "You let him whip and torture you?"
"Yes. Because it's what he likes to do. I like it too. But I love him Bren. This is just another way to have sex it's not like it's all we ever do" He pulled free of Petes grip.
"Whatever. Enjoy this. Whatever this is. Love. Lust. I don't care. I'm done trying to help you live a normal fucking life. You pick shit men to sleep around with and you never give a fuck. You're a goddamn whore and I'm done" Pete grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him against the wall.
"PETE!" I yelled. He kicked Brendon on his side. "Stop it he didn't mean it he says things when he's mad!" I yelled. I tried to pry Pete off of him. Brendon stood up in fear.
"Get out" Pete hissed in his face. Brendon ran out the door. I felt shaky. I fell into Pete. He slid his arms around my waist. "Sh" he whispered. I sobbed on his chest "Sh baby"
"I'm sorry" I whimpered. He started pushing me down onto the bed.
"Shh" he whispered "I'll make you feel good okay baby?" I nodded. He started kissing my neck. "Want me to help you forget?"
"Yes sir" I whispered. He kissed down my chest. I dropped the blanket so I was exposed. "I'm a whore" I whimpered. He stopped kissing me.
"You're not a whore Patrick. I was your first you're most definitely not a whore" He started kissing every inch of my body.
•••••
We laid side by side in his bed not speaking. Not even touching. We were both completely naked with nothing covering us. He turned his head to face me.
"What're you thinking about?" he asked. I shrugged. He slid his fingers down my cheek. "Pretty boy" he whispered. My eyes fluttered shut. "I won't have him thinking you're a whore"
"I feel like a whore" He slid his hand into mine. I immediately felt comfort.
"You are not a whore. I swear to god Patrick you're not a whore. Whores are who I used to be with and it's not you. You're perfection" I felt some tears fall out of my eyes.
"I never thought I could fall in love" I mumbled. He wiped some tears off my cheeks.
"Me either" he said in my ear "Go to sleep silly bear"
•••••
My phone buzzed on the table waking me up.
From Pete💜: Had a meeting there's some food in the fridge for you love
To Pete💜: Have a good day💕
From Pete💜: xoxo
I made myself a plate of eggs after getting dressed. I wasn't very hungry so I only ate like half of it then threw it out. Petes sweatshirt was my only source of warmth in his too cold house. My skinny jeans weren't much help. My phone buzzed in my pocket again. This time it was Brendon.
From Brandon Urine😹: I'm sorry... I didn't mean any of it Patrick I was just so mad and upset. You're most definitely not a whore. I hate that I said that I know you already have low self esteem I probably made it worse. I love you so much Trickybear. If Pete makes you happy then I respect that. I just wish you would have told me sooner or called back. Please forgive me. I'm so so sorry...
To Brandon Urine😹: I'm at Petes. Just come over. I need my best friend right now. I think I have a lot of explaining to do...
From Brandon Urine😹: Be there soon hun💕
To Brandon Urine😹: 💜
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His Name Is Wentz
Fanfiction[Based on 50 Shades Of Grey] "I'm Pete Wentz. You must be Patrick" "Uh yeah I'm him. He's me" "Sit down then Mr. Stump"
