The Mighty Fall In Love

Chapter Eleven

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Here we are at chapter eleven! It's been a long time since I updated and I'm sorry! I have an idea where this is going next, but we'll have to see! 

Just a pre-ps: this chapter doesn't have much action but more focuses on what Patrick's thinking. I'm sorry in advance that it's not too action filled, but I thought it was necessary to hear how Patrick feels about the situation. I promise they'll be more action in the next chapter! And also, if the chapter seems scattered, blame Trick! He's the one who's confused and isn't thinking straight!;) 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Hopefully this should clarify a little bit if you aren't too over confused at the end.  

Please leave any comment, reaction, thought, or anything else! I'd love to hear from you:)) Thanks again for all the supports and reads!  

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Loving Pete Wentz is easy, but keeping it away from everybody is not.

It kind of went without saying that we needed to keep our relationship from our fans and the press, at least for now. At least until we figure out what the hell we're doing. At least until we're sure this is what we want.

Andy and Joe know, and I'd guess a couple of the roadies on tour with us might suspect a spark between me and Pete now, but we haven't let that much on. We keep our personal business between us. We don't fuck and tell.

We're five weeks into the tour and it's been three weeks since that first kiss. On stage and in interviews, we try to keep it professional, but there have been a couple slip ups.

Like last week in Tampa, Pete thought it would be cute to give the crowd a show during Alone Together. More than halfway into the concert, he waltzed over to me on the last chorus, strumming his bass. I looked over at him when he came into my peripheral vision, craning my neck towards stage left, as he walked right up beside me. I still sang as he pressed his forehead close to mine, sharing the mic as we finished off the song.

The crowd exploded in screams and excitement. I had to restrain myself from leaning into his lips and kissing him just then. Our eyes met and I started to get lost in them before he pulled away just before the last line of the song.

I smiled and shook my head after the song was over, which only raises the level of noise and flashing of cameras.

It's just for the show, I reminded myself. Just make it through these next couple songs and then you can have him all to yourself.

We finished the concert and thankfully had a hotel night, where Pete was all mine.

And same goes for a couple interviews we've had to do. I'd sit too close to Pete, he'd accidentally lay his hand on mine without realizing it, I'd accidentally get lost in his deep brown eyes as I snuck glimpses of his perfect figure... But we'd always quickly backtrack and give each other reassuring smiles, covering up anything we let on.

Nights after nights we spent in the tour bus, me leaning into Pete as we fall asleep to the sound of the moving vehicle and the snores of Andy and Joe. Wishing it could be a hotel night so we could fuck each other senseless. I get restless and horny, wanting him and his oh so perfect touch. He's always so close yet out of reach. We obviously can't do anything much more than making out with Andy and Joe on the bus, so only lip locking, and if they are engrossed in the latest video game, a quick exchanging of blowjobs in the bathroom are all we can manage on the bus.

I'm still kind of surprised Andy and Joe have accepted it this much. They don't treat us differently like we're fags or like we're doing something wrong. Andy and Joe just do their own thing and give us encouraging smiles. As if they knew from day one this would happen. As if we already had their approval before we even got together. Their support.