The Mighty Fall In Love

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

Pete, as if knowing what I was going to do at any given moment, puckers his lips. Our second kiss is sweet and passionate, less hungry than the first. We love each other, and we express our love through this kiss. I pull back and smile, licking my lips. Pete looks more than pleased with our second embrace, and wears a devilish smirk.

"Fuck," he says. "I love you."

And with that, he pushes me softly on to the bathroom floor. I lie there on my back as Pete moves on top of me with grace and ease, his knees on either side of my hips, his lower body hovering over my pelvis. I'm rock hard and suddenly I'm much more hungry for Pete.

I graze my hands over Pete's bare abs and chest greedily. He leans closer and puts his hands on the floor beside my shoulders, now on all fours on top of me. Pete lets out a small moan as I drop my hands near the waist of his pants. My hands slither back up his body and over his shoulders, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I pull his head down to mine and our lips meet again.

Adrenaline and desire course through my veins. I feel myself kissing Pete with such hunger and demand, and he teases, lowering his lower body so we're almost waist to waist. I feel he's also hard as he moves his hips side to side, left to right; our pelvises grazing one another.

My turn to moan. Pete's tongue slips through the barrier of our lips and and our tongues dance together. I run my hands through his thick hair, short hair, kissing back even harder, even faster. I feel the bulge in his pajama pants graze my own once again. Our rough embrace fills with more and more lust.

After a couple more perfect moments, Pete pulls back and flashes me a charming sly smile, teasing.

"I love you, too, Pete," I sigh happily.

I was perfectly fine lying here, under Pete, with that look of pleasure on his face. I could have stayed there all night, studying him.

"Trick..." he starts. "That was p-"

But his thoughts were interrupted by pounding on the door.

"This bathroom is not a place to have sex," someone says from the other side. "Get the fuck out before I call the police."

Pete and I stifle our chuckles and exchange amused glances.

"How loud were we?" I ask Pete as he gets off top of me and helps me to my feet.

"Not very," he answers, smiling, gaze still locked on my lips. "But when two grown men go into a public bathroom together and stay in for twenty or so minutes," he says looking down at his watch, entertained. "You get suspicious, and sex is the first thing that comes to mind."

He winks at me and we look across the room, at ourselves in the mirror.

Pete's hair is messy and askew from my hands running through it, and bare chest and stomach gleam with sweat. My hair is also disheveled, my glasses crooked on my nose, and my clothes in a disorder. Our faces, glimmering with perspiration, full of colour. Even sleep deprived, we looked reborn and alive.

I smile at him through the mirror, push up my glasses, and run a hand through my hair, trying to fix the state my hair and clothes are in.

Pete doesn't even try to straighten himself out. Instead, he almost instantly grabs my hand before I could even adjust my jacket, and pulls me out of the bathroom, fingers intertwined in mine.

I smile at myself at how uncaring Pete was. There's only six other people in the gas station, one being the gas cashier, who was probably the one who kicked us out, I think to myself, but every one of them looked over at us.

Pete doesn't care about what other's think because their opinions don't matter. He learned that their judgment mean nothing a long time ago. His confidence shows with every determined step he takes. His fearlessness and self-assuredness are just more reasons to love Pete Wentz.

I, on the other hand, run my fingers 

through my hair and push up my glasses, anxious and self-conscious about the stares. I could blame it on holding another guy's hand, but the side way glances and whispering the people do to each other worries me.

I try to divert my attention on Pete, but see Andy looking at the chips. Andy looks up and sees Pete and I hand in hand, smiles, and gives me a thumbs up. I smile back at him graciously; glad he didn't make a big deal about Pete and me coming out the bathroom together holding hands. He smiles back and nods, then returns back to the assortment of snacks.

I look over at Pete who didn't see Andy see us or giving me thumbs up. I grin even bigger and give his hand a light squeeze. He turns towards me, sees me smiling, and returns the smile and the squeeze.

I knew we were both genuinely happy with how our night - morning, I guess though, because it's already 5 AM - turned out: perfect.

He opens the door for me and we leave the gas station without regret.

And that's how on a crazy, emotion-filled, joyride of a night, I finally found out where I stood with Pete Wentz.