Sciamachy [Peterick AU]

Chapter 4

** WARNING: This chapter will contain smut, never wrote smut before so it'll be weird for me to write.  I looked for hours just for the gif for this chapter and somehow I found it worth it , in the end,*

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Chapter 4:

HOLD UP. You thought Patrick got stalked didn't you? And was going to be kidnapped? Hell no. That's way too cliche, he was just so paranoid he heard some things. He had freaked himself out and walked home just a bit faster than usual, he never liked being on the streets more than he had to.

Patrick looked quickly behind him and nothing had been there except some cigarettes on the sidewalk.  He began to shrug it off and listen to the ticking sounds of his shoes against the pavement. He was making his way to the apartment, or he had become fond  just calling it the shitstain, it made him laugh every time he thought about it. Patrick had an inevitability that something bad was going to happen the next couple of weeks on the streets but he was unsure, he had overheard Kellin talking about it with some of the girls. 

Patrick wiggled the key into the lock, unlocking his apartment door and pushing on it just trying to get it to open. For the first time in a long time he could actually smell his disgusting apartment, he'd gotten use to the smell for so long and today the smell wasn't. He had grabbed some Febreeze and sprayed all throughout the house and picked up his clothes throwing it in a laundry basket, and even spraying some on those. It would be a couple days before he could get a chance to wash them. As he was just cleaning up the garbage he left around the house he heard a knocking on the door. 

He made his way to the door and opened it, the man from before was at the door. "Are you some kind of stalker or something?" Patrick asked raising a brow.

"I saw you weren't there today, are you still available to work?" Pete spoke.

"Do I look like some sort of sex service specifically for you?" Patrick gave him a dirty look.

"No...but I'm sure you could use the extra money, I'm offering $500 for two hours," Pete spoke, he'd knew about Patrick's prices and knew this was above anything Patrick would charge.

Patrick nodded slowly, "Fine...don't tell anyone. I don't need any of your dirty friends showing up to my house demanding for sex. That's what the streets are for."

Pete walked through the door immediately shoving Patrick against the wall. Pete wasn't wasting time, within the first 10 minutes of kissing him against the wall he had both of them fully undressed. 

"Condom?" Patrick asked breathlessly.

Pete was already pulling one out of the package before Patrick had asked. Pete had Patrick bent over the couch in somewhat of an awkward position for Patrick, but satisfied Pete's needs. 

*Okay 1 hour later after sexy time*

Pete was relaxed on the couch as Patrick was putting his clothes back on Pete asked, "Why don't you come work for me?" 

"What the do you even do?" Patrick asked.

"I run a male strip club, it beats looking for sugar daddies online and sucking dick in nasty alleyways. Cleanlier, and you will make more." Pete explained.

"I'll think about it." Patrick pulled out a cigarette and lit it and began to breathe in the toxins. "Your time is up Pete."

Pete counted out the money and threw it on the couch then left without saying anything. Patrick thought he was a little too shady to be messing with him. 

Patrick counted the money to make sure it was all there and in with the money was a business card for the place. The club's name was Male Royale, a little too cliche for Patrick. He was actually considering it for a moment.

He went to the bed that night thinking about it and by the time he woke up he had picked up his phone and dialed the number. "Hi yes, may I speak with uh..Pete Wentz about applying for a job here?"