Kiss and Don't Tell (Peterick Fanficition)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Pete's POV

"Oh Pete," Patrick moaned my name as I ran my fingers through his blond hair. I absolutely love it when he calls my name out when we're making out, it makes me so hot.

I licked his lips with my tongue, "Oh Patrick," I teased.

Yet again, I had found myself in this very farmilar position. Straddling Patrick Stump, my tongue in his mouth, our heads in the clouds. I just can't help myself around him. There's something about that chubby little ball of perfection that gets me going. Maybe it's those emerald eyes, the way they look at me like they want me. Like they're desperate for me. Maybe it's that magical singing voice of his, the way he hits every note just perfect, the way he sings my lyrics just the way I intended. Maybe it's how mentally strong he is. The way he doesn't let stupid morons bring him down. He gets so much shit at school, he gets bullied and teased but he just puts on a smile and ignores it all. I admire that in him, I don't know what it's like to be bullied but it must be hell. Maybe it's his smile, the way his soft crimson lips curve into the perfect expression of pure joy and happiness. Maybe it's his ass, the way it looks in those jeans he wears all the time. The list is endless. I've been in a lot of relationships in my 17 years on this planet, but I can certainly say I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about Patrick Stump.

Patrick abruptly pulled his lips away from their intense union with mine, "I have to go,"

The dreaded words. I felt my heart sink.

"Don't go," I whispered softly into his ear.

"I have to," he whispered back, "I have a ton of homework to do,"

I sighed. Despite the way I feel about him, I can't help but think how different we are. Homework? Are you kidding me? He's gonna blow me off to do homework.

"I don't want to go," he added, "But I have to,"

"Do what you want not what you think you should,"

"If everyone just did what they wanted all the time the world would be chaotic,"

"Chaos is awesome,"

Patrick chuckled and cupped my cheek his pale hand. It was warm and soft like a clothes fresh from the dryer, "Ah Pete," he gently pushed me off him and he climbed out of my bed and stood up. He was wearing his blue jeans, a black shirt, and black and white checkered vans, “You’re so cute,” Patrick said, putting his hat he always wears back on.

I’m so cute!? Says the adorable short blond. He’s the cutest thing I ever saw. Patrick Stump is the definition of cute.

“You’re so cute,” I retorted, grinning at him.

He blushed a little, “So um...yeah...I should go...um...”

And his awkward, nervous alter ego takes over. There’s two sides to Patrick. There’s the confident, hilarious side who’s always cracking jokes and who kisses me spontaneously and belts out verses like there’s no tomorrow. And then there’s the shy, nervous side who won’t even look me in the eye and blushes when I compliment him. Don’t get me wrong, both sides are cute, but I want him to know he doesn’t have to be nervous around me. I’m just Pete Wentz.

Patrick’s POV

The kissing was over (thanks to me) and everything was back to normal. Meaning I was back to my normal awkward self. I can’t help it. When I’m in the zone and it’s just me and Pete and we’re being intimate it just feels so right and I can just be Patrick, I don’t have to worry about him judging me or thinking I’m weird, I can just be me. But when I’m just standing here with this beautiful specimen before me in his sexy black skinny jeans and his skinny black t-shirt and his toned tanned body and his perfect black hair, I can’t help but turn into a nervous wreck. He’s Pete Wentz! He’s the guy I’ve been crushing on since like the 6th grade, the guy who never even looked twice at me until a couple months ago. The guy who I’ve watched go from girl to girl searching for the love they couldn’t give him. Because no one could possibly love him as much as I do, it just isn’t possible.

“Please don’t go, Pat,” Pete’s brown eyes looked sad and that killed me. I would hate to make him sad, but I have to get home. My lame homework excuse was a lie. The truth is I told my parents I was at an after school club that ended at 5, it’s past 5 now and I have to get home or else they’ll figure out I’m lying.

Obviously I don’t hate my parents, but sometimes it feels like that. They’re also up in my grill, trying to know everything about me, snooping around in my room for I don’t even know what. And they’re super religious, which means they hate everything fun like alcohol, drugs and sex. And they’re homophobes. That what makes me hate them the most. Imagine if they knew my sexuality, they would flip the fuck out and probably disown me. That’s why they can never find out, and they can never find out about Pete.