Teach Me Mr. Wentz | >> Peterick AU <<

Perfect

After two years of waiting, we back in this bitch.

Also this chapter has smut, so get ready pals.

Patrick's POV:

Pete and I walked into the house, closing the door behind us. It was still silent and I was still trying to come to terms with what had just happened. My mom killed my dad. My mom killed my dad. No matter how many times I repeated that in my head, it still felt surreal. I wanted to die. This couldn't be the truth...

Pete shuffled over to the couch and sat down. "Patrick," He said, breaking the awkward silence. I looked over at him and say the sadness and grief in his face. "I-I know you're upset, but I want to know you're okay. I, I can't lose you. So, just, please, don't let this eat away at you." I sighed and went over and sat next to him.

"I know," I said, sighing heavily. I looked over at him and into his warm compassionate brown eyes. "Its just that, for all this time, I haven't know who killed him... and it was her." I stopped myself and let that statement sink in. It was her, my mom hat killed him.

She had taken time to plan out the murder, to hide that from me, and to never speak a word about it. I never wanted to see her again! She ripped my dad, one of the only people I had left in my life, right out of my grasp. One minute I was embraced in his strong arms, the next I am dressed in black staring down into a coffin with a lifeless shell of what my dad had been.

I felt Pete put his arm around my shoulder and hold me closer to him. Without saying one word, he imediately knew what I was thinking and tightened his grasp. I rested my face into his shoulder and as soon as I knew it, I was crying.

I know what someone may be  thinking, "Wow Patrick, your life plays out just like a stupid sopeopera." I am aware, but I couldn't stop myself from crying in this situation.

In an instant, I felt Pete's hand run through my hair, then make its way to my face where he hooked his thumb under my chin and leaned in toward me. I leaned in as well and as soon as I knew it, we were kissing. I felt my cheeks heat up and my face flush. He smiled as we passionately shared a kiss.

I felt my worries melt away as my mind filled with nicer thoughts instead. Yes, I could still hear the voices screaming at me about my mother, but those were somehow drown out when I was with Pete. He was my escape, he gave me a purpose.

We both pulled away at this moment and smiled at each other. I giggled and tackled him jokingly, he laughed and pushed me back. "I love you." He said, I grinned. "I love you, too." It felt like an eternity as the both of us just stared at each other and into our eyes, being lost in an ocean of emotion. His beautiful brown eyes that swam with life, giving off a warm safe feeling. His defined cheekbones, his eyes that were like a map leading to his darkest secrets but also the key to his heart.

"Pete," I started, he looked at me like no on else ever had. This man was my everything, and I wanted to be his too. A nod from him followed my question.

"Yes?" He responded softly, tracing his fingers along my still fully clothed torso.

"I think," I paused, thinking through what I wanted to say, "I think I, I want you to," I couldn't find the words, but he knew.

He nodded and scanned me with his eyes. "Are you sure?" He asked, and I nodded. He smiled and kissed me again, before he stood up to go grab some things.

I was a virgin, so rightfully so, I was scared, but this was Pete. I trusted him, he wouldn't hurt me. I hoped.

After a few minutes of my anxiety increasing, he came back, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. I guess I'd never realized how fuckin ripped he was.

I scanned his body, each piece of it airbrushed like a magazine cover. As cringed as it sounded, he was like a Greek god, carved of marble and painted to elegantly and detail oriented.

He was perfect.

His boner showed prominently through his underwear and I couldn't help but wish for time to speed up so I could have every inch of him.

"You sure?" He double checked with me, snapping me from my trance.

All I did was nod and sit up on the couch.

He dimmed the lights and walked over to me, smiling. "I've been waiting a long time for this moment," he whispered into my ear, his hot breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.

"So have I." I responded, feeling him up slowly, a gentle moan resonating from him.

"You, um, you look good," I started, awkwardly trying to figure out what to say.

He laughed a bit, "yeah? Thanks, you do too." This made the corners of my mouth prick up (and my dick not gonna lie).

"I want every part of you in me," I said, was that sexy? I wasn't sure.

"Okay, then how about we do something about these clothes?" Pete offered, running a hand down my sound and across my abdomen.

I flinched and kinda pushed him off.

"What's wrong?" He asked, I shook my head and didn't make eye contact.

"I'm pretty sure I already told you, but I, I," I fought back tears. I hated my stomach, and my rolls, and my legs, and my everything. I wasn't good enough for him. I didn't deserve him.

"Patrick," he said, resting his thumb under my chin and making eye contact. "I won't judge you at all. I love you, and not just one part of you, all of you."

I wanted to cry, he was so sweet.

"I know, I just," I began, he stopped me.

"You don't have to, we can take it slow. Whatever you're most comfortable with." He offered, and I smiled a bit. I didn't deserve him.

"Okay," I said, slowly leaning back into him. "Can I keep it on?" I asked, and he nodded.

He continued to talk softly into my ear, which felt so good not gonna lie. The bass of his voice sending shivers down my spine and my pee pee ;)))) (idk I suck at writing smut sorry)

He ran his fingers down my torso, which made me cringe a bit, but the slowly slid my pants down my legs and to the floor. "Turn around." He said, and I nodded.

I was bent over the couch, and felt him inside me. It felt great, it was like nothing I'd experienced before.

I'd let out a soft, then louder moan or grunt every so often, and he'd respond with offering words of encouragement to me.

"You're doing great sweetie, I love you so much love." He's say, and I'd offer him a sound of pleasure in response.

An hour passed and we both fell down onto the couch. We both later there, my head against his fuckin rock hard abs, and he lay there, slowly maneuvering his hand gently through my hair.

I loved him, and I didn't want this moment to ever end, because it was perfect.

My family was fucked, and my school life was too, but he was perfect.

And that was all I needed.