His Name Is Wentz

22

[I wrote this in church]

I woke up to the smell of cooking meat.  I couldn't tell what kind but it was definitely meat.  And Pete was cooking it. 

"What're you making?" I asked.

"Chicken" he replied.

"Are you burning it?" I asked.  He flipped me off as I laughed. 

"Have you packed yet?" He asked taking the chicken from the oven.  I gave him a confused look.

"No?" I asked.  I thought I didn't have to go.  That's why he apologized. 

"You should get on that" He started chopping something up.

"Wait you're still forcing me to go?" He shot me a glare and nodded.  "Good luck with that if you can't find me" I grabbed my jacket and walked out leaving my phone on the couch.  I wasn't going to Florida and I didn't wanna be around him right now.  I didn't take my car in case he decided to track me down.  I ran so he couldn't catch up to me in time.  I was headed for Brendons house and praying he didn't know where Brendon lived.  What an asshole!  He can't force me to leave if I don't wanna fucking leave!  I banged on Brendons door angrily.  Ryan opened it up.

"Patrick are you okay?" he asked with concern in his eyes.

"No" I mumbled.  He stepped to the side letting me in.  Brendon was on the couch watching something.

"Hey Trick what's up?" he asked smiling at me.  His smile fell when he noticed how pissed off I was.

"Can I spend the night here?" I asked.

"Of course the spare rooms always open.  What happened?" He asked.  I sat down and explained everything to both of them. 

"Damn" Ryan whispered "I'd be pissed off too.  You're welcome here as long as you please Patrick"

"Thanks ry" I said hugging him.  Brendon joined the hug making it a giant group hug.  We ordered a pizza and watched Castle.  [AN: this show is my current obsession]. After that we all went to bed.  It was lonely without Pete next to me.  His arms gave me a sense of safety.  His snores lulled me to sleep.  I tried to imagine him here.  Hugging me close to him, whispering stupid things in my ear.  Telling me it would all be okay.  I hated the fact that I loved him so much it hurt.  He was like a weakness to me.  Like a drug.  A dose of heroin.  A breath of nicotine.  Maybe even worse.  My eyes fluttered shut as I tried to dream him here.  The good version of him.  His non dominant side holding me so tightly I couldn't move because of his over protective instincts.  I hoped he was in hell at this moment like I am.  I hoped he was worried sick about me.  So worried he couldn't sleep so he instead paced the floors of his giant house wishing I'd come home.  It'd teach him a lesson.  I imagined hims pacing back and forth continuously staring at the door waiting for my return.  My cell phone clutched in his hand.  The other hand tugging his hair nervously.  I smiled to myself.  Good.  Maybe now he'll learn to let me do whatever the fuck I want since I'm a grown man.  I finally fell asleep with that image of him in my brain.  The worried look in his eyes was like a breath of fresh air.
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[I make them fall asleep way too much in this book]

When I woke up I ate with them but decided I'd better go home since I didn't have clothes or a phone.  I thanked them then left into the bitter cold air.  I took my time getting home.  I even stopped and bought a pack of cigarettes too.  I had smoked three by the time I reaches the house.  I didn't put the one in my hand out though.  I walked inside smoking it.  He was sitting on the couch staring at the door.  Bags hung under his eyes.  I smiled at his appearance.  Exactly what I wanted.  I sat myself on his lap and blew some smoke in his face.

"Did you learn not to fuck with me or do I have to leave again?" I asked.  He only glared at me.  I placed my cigarette in between his lips and got up again.  I made my way upstairs as he coughed his lungs out.  Guess he never smoked before.  I heard his loud footsteps stomp up the stairs.  I was already half way to the play room.  He followed me inside and slammed the door behind him.  He grabbed me by the hair then threw me on the bed.  He wasn't caring, loving, Pete anymore.  Now he was sir.  And I had to obey his every wish.  He tied the blindfold around my eyes so tight my head hurt.  Sir was angry.  He smacked me across my face.

"You'll never do that again am I clear?" he asked.

"Yes sir" I whispered.  I heard him grab something.

"Take your shirt off Patrick" he said angrily.  I obeyed doing exactly as he said.  He grabbed my hair again and pulled me down so I was laying on his lap.  He ran something up my stomach.  A whip.  He smacked me with it extremely hard.  I cried out in pain.  "How dare you disobey me!" he yelled snapping the whip across my stomach again "How dare you leave without my permission!" another snap across my shoulder.  Tears soaked the blindfold. Pain shot through my entire body.  "Tell me you're sorry" he growled in my ear.

"I'm sorry!" I sobbed.  Another hit across my chest.  He threw the whip across the room and kissed me.  Our teeth clashed together.  His tongue over powered mine.  He threw me so my head was on the pillows.  He slid my pants and boxers off forcefully.  He kissed ms sweetly.  He probably meant it to be rough but sometimes a kiss is sweet.  He stripped himself down as well.  He led my hand down his chest since I couldn't see him.  I ran my finger over the one tattoo I knew the exact spot of.  He shoved himself inside of me without warning.

"FUCK!" I screamed.

"Shut up!" he yelled "You weren't given permission to speak!" he slapped me again.  He started thrusting himself in and out of me. I attempted to stifle my moans but once he hit my spot I moaned louder than I'd ever moaned before.  I came instantly. 

"Patrick" he groaned in my ear.  He caressed my thigh as he came inside of me.  "Fuck Patrick" he whispered pulling himself out of me. 

"I want to see you" I mumbled.  He slid the blindfold off my eyes.  His hair was sweaty.  He was panting like a dog.  I hugged his head to my chest and kissed his head repeatedly. 

"Don't ever leave again.  You're mine.  All mine.  I'm not letting you go am I understood?" He asked.

"Yes my love" I whispered.  He kissed my stomach lightly.