Asylum»Peterick

5//Trapped

(A/N: my innocent grandma found the smut that is contained in this chapter..oops...but on another note, SarahDolphin1 got me a TØP shirt for a late Christmas present omg ilh.)

I stayed inside Pete's cell watching as Sister Mary turned off the lights.

Screams from patients filled the silent hall.

"Oh shut up, you poor bastards." The woman yelled.

I heard her close the door and lock it.

"So, you really love me?" I asked Pete, who only responded by gently taking hold of my jaw and crashing our lips together.

"More than anything, Trick." He mumbled through our kisses.

"I love you too, Peter." I told him.

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He started undressing himself, revealing his rather large member.

"Can I take off your clothes? Or would you rather do it yourself?" He asked me.

"Be as unholy as you want." I answered him, this asylum already wasn't holy.

I lifted up my arms as he removed my shirt.

He smirked.

Soon I was on the cot, waiting for Pete to claim me as his.

"I love you, Patrick Stump." He said before taking hold of my hips.

"I love you too, Peter Wentz." I replied.

"Wait." He mumbled.

I was confused, but I didn't say anything.

(A/N: I feel so awkward writing smut...I have to listen to Superman by Eminem to get in the mood lmao. Okay but here you go, glorious gay sex.)

I could here him sucking on something, and soon I realized they were his fingers when one of them entered my hole.

"Only lube we have." He told me.

Then, my hole was stretched out by three of his fingers.

"Are you ready?" He asked me.

"Yes." I replied shortly, trying to hold in a moan.

"Okay." He responded, taking his fingers.

Soon after, I felt a pain enter my hole, I let out a large moan and let met Pete pleasure me.

Only his tip entered me, although I wanted him to go as far as he could go.

Another moan.

He gripped onto my hips and started thrusting to please me even more.

He was grunting and I was moaning, both of us very entertained, and enjoying it thoroughly.

Finally he said the words to let me know that most of this was almost done, and it was my turn to do something.

"Babe, I'm gonna come." And the liquid entered my ass.

After that he respectfully left, leaving me with a smirk on my face.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked me.

"I'm thinking about how far I can feel throat that cock." I answered, watching his facial expression change into a lust.

"You little whore." He smirked.

Even though his dick was just in my ass, I still wanted to please him.

So he stood up and I went down on my knees.

"Are you ready?" I asked him losing my patience because all I wanted to do is suck.

"I hope you're on your knees to pray to god, you filthy queer." I heard a voice say.

"Fuck." Pete and I both said.

"Patrick Stump, who knew, even you would get infected by the homosexuals." The voice beamed.

"Homosexuals aren't sick, it's how they live!" I snapped, looking over at the voice to see who it belonged to.

"Hm, well it sure ain't fucking natural." The lady said.

It was Sister Mary.

"I watched the entire show you two put on, hoping that Pete was raping you because I couldn't imagine my best caretaker being gay." She spat out.

"I'm sorry I'm not like you." I replied with a cold glare.

She came into the cell.

"Both of you are sick, twisted, unholy, people who deserve to rot in the depths of hell." She said in a cold, evil tone.

She looked like she wanted to slap the living shit out of us right then and there.

"If you hurt Patrick, you will regret not ever killing yourself." Pete threatened.

"Is that so?," she looked at Pete with soulless eyes, "well then, Wentz, you may get Patrick's beating as well as yours." She told him, forcing him to stand up as she gripped his arms.

2 minutes later I heard the screams from the upper level of the asylum.

Sister Mary was whipping him.

I was crying on the cot, the smell of the love we made still lingering the small cell.

Why couldn't I be normal?

(A/N: that fucking chapter was my least favorite to write but I'm super excited to update it lmao)