I'm Just Passing The Time (Peterick Stripper AU)

Can We Fast Forward Till You Go Down On Me?

{Time for a quick fun history lesson with your local Skittle Nerd before we read.

Dude money was so freaking different value wise I didn't realize just how much a twenty equals in today's dollar. It may be a bit off, but $1= about $12 & $20= about $250 in today's money like holy shit HOW FAR WE'VE COME

This has been your local Skittle nerding out but it's also important to the story because the money value is different

Oh yea, and there's gonna be those smut warnings later so look out if you aren't into that kinda thing my smols

~Skittles Out~ }

I worked for Gerard for the days leading up to Friday. It seemed a lot less dangerous than they had made it out to be, but I had gotten my own handgun as Gerard promised. It was a strange feeling to carry a weapon in my waistband. It made me a bit nervous, honestly.

However, Gerard lived up to his deal. I had more money in my hand, that Friday night, than I had ever seen all at once before. I had actually made ninety dollars in just a few days. That was nearly rivaling Brendon's weekly pay, in just three days.

Brendon had no sooner walked through the door that I placed my money on the table in the living room. Brendon's eyes grew wide and he let out a loud laugh.

"Oh, shit! Where'd you get that stack of cash?"

"Told you I'd take care of it." I grinned.

Brendon let out a whistle. "Take care of it you did, my friend." He looked at me with a knowing smile. "Took Gerard's offer, didn't ya?"

"Do you doubt my abilities to find a legal job?" I asked, mocking a hurt tone.

"Well, when you're out all night and not in the kinky kinda way." He teased, walking into the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes and scooped up my money before following him. I leaned against the wall while he poured himself some tea. He furrowed his eyebrows questioningly at me as he drank.

"Are we going out for a bit of fun after a long week?" I asked with a shrug.

I watched the grin spread across Brendon's face. He put his cup in the sink and adjusted his coat jacket. "Mr. Wentz, I think you've just read my mind." He patted my shoulder before hurrying over to the door. "You coming?" He called with laughter in his tone.

"Right behind you." I grinned back, hurrying after him.

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"Mon amour!" The brown haired boy from the week before squealed, rushing over to Brendon as soon as we entered the room. He slowed his pace about a foot away from us and slowly strolled up to Brendon. "I've been waiting..."

"I told you I'd come back..." Brendon grinned, leaning his forehead against the stripper's forehead. "I've missed you, my hershey eyes..." He said, lowly, bringing his hand down the smaller boy's face.

I scooted away from the scene in the direction of the bar. The whole time, I scanned the area for the punk, sticking my hand in my pocket to feel the money I was ready to blow.

"Pete, right?" Spencer asked as I leaned against the bar.

"Hu? Oh, yea." I nodded.

"Want a drink?" He asked, giving me an unsure expression.

"Surprise me." I nodded again, turning back to the table. Spencer was already at work while I played with a discarded bottle cap. I hadn't seen The Punk anywhere in the room. I hoped he would still be here...