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

To See If I Can Catch A Dream (Pete's POV)

I woke up the next morning not wanting to move. I could feel the budding headache from the alcohol as well as the hurt from the nights other activities. I grinned at that. I had made it through without running this time...and was it worth it...

"Pete!" I shut my eyes tightly as Brendon called into my room, knocking loudly on the door.

"Go away..." I hollered, grabbing a fistful of bedding to pull over my head.

"I don't think so!"

I suddenly heard rushed footsteps followed by my own groans as Brendon jumped on top of me. He laughed, rolling to the side of my bed and tapping my back. "Out with the details of the night!"

"Oh, hell no!" I pushed my bedding away and rolled over to sit up, scrunching my face slightly. I shook my head, "I am not telling you about my time with the Punk..."

"Not even if I tell you about my time with Hershey eyes?" He questioned.

"No!"

"Fair enough." Brendon shrugged. He crossed his legs and poked my arm with a grin. "You did actually have time with him this time though... Eh?" He winked.

"Oh man." I laughed. I almost couldn't believe the events from last night. Not only had he both sucked my dick as well as had sex with me, but he had managed to save us from a police encounter that could have gone horribly wrong.

"Glad you had a good time." Brendon grinned, "It's a hell of a feeling, no?"

"A hell of a feeling indeed..." I nodded, pushing my fingers through my hair. "I can't wait until we go back..."

Brendon laughed loudly, nearly falling off the bed. "One track mind after only two nights!" He punched my arm playfully and readjusted himself on my bed.

"You talk like a teenager."

"You talk like our teenage years were hundreds of years ago." Brendon rolled his eyes, "It's only been a couple of years that I've been paying for this dumpy apartment."

"Man how things have changed..." I sighed. Things seemed like they would be so different back in school. I never would of pictured myself delivering illegal alcohol just to go see a stripper... What the hell happened?..

Brendon sighed with a nod. "So many plans fell through..."

"Weren't you suppose to marry a girl?" I questioned.

Brendon groaned. "Don't bring Sara up. She's a lovely gal and all, but that betrothal crap is bullshit. Besides, she's got a guy she likes. Our parents look the other way a bit too long and they're outta here." He made a baseball throwing motion with a soft whistle.

"I doubt she was really your type anyway." I winked, earning a laugh from the other boy.

"Don't think I haven't thought about running too. I'm not gunna be tied down, my friend." He looked off to the side, "There's only one person on my mind in that area..."

"So what, you'd just take your little stripper with you?" I asked.

Brendon gave me a look as if I just said the most obvious thing. "Yea. He saves part of his earnings just for us. Do you think he wants to live that lifestyle? It pays well, Pete. The first dance I ever had with him, he freaked out. Lied about his experience just for the job."

"So, what," I asked a bit bewildered, "do you even do anything when you're with him?"

Brendon shrugged. "First time we just talked, you know? I calmed him down a bit, we messed around a bit, and I just kept going back and we did more every time..." He wiggled his eyebrows before laughing lightly. He shook his head, looking down. "I dunno... But he furthers my point of betrothal being bullshit."