The Mighty Fall In Love

Chapter Eight -- Pete's P.O.V

CHAPTER EIGHT

PETE'S P.O.V

I grab Trick's hand, eager as we finally get to the hotel, and pull him off of the bus.

Trick picks up his bag of clothes before we slip outside.

I walk with bounce in my step, my fingers intertwined with Trick's as he follows behind me. I must be walking really fast because he almost has to run to keep up with me.

But I can't wait anymore. I need Trick's fuck and I need it now.

We enter the hotel and go to the front desk, where some idiot takes his fucking time getting us our room key. Impatient, I throw my credit card down to pay with, which the numbskull looks at like he's slow.

Fuck, I think to myself annoyed and eager. Just hurry the fuck up so I can finally fuck my boyfriend.

Finally, he hands me the room key and I drag Trick towards the elevator. He looks back waving at someone, Joe and Andy, I guess, and almost trips. My hand tightens around his for support, and we make it to the elevators. I'm relieved when the doors eventually open and I pull Trick inside, push the button to close the doors and then the one to our floor.

And then we are finally alone.

I turn toward Trick, grasp his beautiful baby face in my hands, and kiss him excitedly. He seems surprised at first, but kisses back lustfully, clearly wanting a taste of the Wentz, I think confidently. I wrap my arms around his neck and shove him into the wall, a monster of lust taking over my actions. He grabs my waist and pulls me into him, and I feel he's also already hard.

I bite his lip softly and Trick moans like a whale. What a dirty boy.

"You like it rough, Trick?" I tease. My lips trace his dominant jaw line and explore his soft skin.

"Ye-yeah," he stutters, obviously enjoying this.

Too soon, the elevator doors open, interrupting our kiss. I look at Trick, his eyes wide and full of excitement. A wide smile shapes his luscious, plump lips; the lips I want sucking my dick...

I grab his hand, smirking at the thought of Trick blowing me. But who knows what Trick would be up for tonight? I think to myself. He's the puppet and I'm the master puppeteer.

I grab his hand and run down the hall, Trick following close behind, and find our room. I pull the card out of my pocket, wanting to get us in our room and naked as fast as I can.

I push him in, slamming the door behind me and throwing the key on the floor. Trick looks around the room for a few seconds, surveying, but my gaze is still locked on the perfect creature that stands before me.

Patrick Stump, my long-time best friend and new found lover. He wears a blue button up, short sleeve shirt and tight black skinny jeans, which I want to rip the fuck off of him right now. His hair's messy from my hands running through it and his glasses are crooked. There's still a look of pleasure on his face, and then surprise, when desire takes control of me and I wrap my arms around his neck once again and crash his lips to mine, feeding my desire.

He puts his arms around my waist again and pulls me close. I shove him, again, into the wall and kiss him harder, faster, deeper. I rub my jaw across his, my hair scratching his silky smooth skin. Trick pulls me even closer.

You really do like it rough, I think to myself as I trace the outline of his mouth with my lips, tongue trailing from his jaw to his neck. I nuzzle at his neck, softly sucking and biting.

Trick moans loudly again and I can't help but snicker.

The best part of fucking is the teasing, and with Trick, I have him captivated by my every move.

I continue to nibble his neck and ear and running my tongue over his skin. He reaches for the zipper of my hoodie, and unzips it quickly, pulling it open to run his hand over my chest and stomach greedily. He's learned how I like it already; greedily.

Fuck, I think to myself. His touch is electrifying, feeling me up with such gentle hands.

As I still tease him with my biting and nibbling, Trick suddenly turns the tables; he slides his hand down to the crotch of my pants.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I say to myself, trying to not moan at his touch, trying not to give in.

My dick is hard and I want Trick so much more.

His hand grazes farther down and squeezes my dick softly.

I moan noisily, completely exhilarated from his touch, and also surprised that he even had the balls to do that.

He snickers, as he moves his hands back up my body. I kiss him heavily, quicker, wanting him to rip off our jeans and fuck me hard.

I let go of his neck and pull open his button up shirt, removing it. I do the same with my hoodie, and we are both shirtless.

He wraps his arms around my neck as I feel him up. I trace his small stomach, the curve of his sides, and around his nipples while Trick nibbles and bites at my lips and ears. I moan in satisfaction as kisses me roughly.

I drag my hands down his body, finally reaching his dick. Through his jeans, I could feel he's huge and rock hard. I squeeze him once and he moans even louder than before, before I can't take it anymore.

I undo his belt and jean button easily with my one hand. I pull down the zipper and graze his dick through his loose boxers. Using both hands, I break away from his kisses for a split second to pull down his jeans.

I press my lips back onto his.

He reaches for my belt now and undoes it gracefully, all while kissing me with strong desire. He unbuttons my skinnies, unzipping them, and pulling away from the kiss - just like I did - to pull down my pants.

Definitely my puppet, I think to myself.

Trick smashes his lips into mine again and I guess we've teased each other enough.

I pull my feet out of shoes and my jeans and Trick does the same as we still kiss with passion.

In unison, with our tongues exploring each other's mouths and lips pressed close together, we walk and make it over to the foot of the bed.

I pull away from our kiss and push Trick onto his back.

Fuck, he looks sexy as hell, with his wild eyes and cheeks full of colour, laying down, panting. I see his dick is stuck up in the air by the way his boxers form a tent.

"Fucking perfect," I murmur, marvelling at how perfect one human being could be and make me feel.

I climb on top of Trick, and lean over him on all fours, our dicks grazing each other through our thin boxers.

"And that was just the pre-show," I whisper seductively, ready for the main course.