Canvas (Peterick)

Six

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT

November 2009
Pete Wentz

Patrick stumbled into the apartment at dusk and fell against the door after slamming it, tears streaming down his flushed face. He slid down to the floor, digging his face into his knees.

"What happened, Patrick?" I asked worriedly. I kneeled next to him and placed my hand on his shaky back. I raised my voice. "Patrick, you need to tell me what happened."

He suddenly threw his arms around me, bawling into my shoulder. He was hysterical. I patted his back and shooshed him, but nothing I did made a difference. He tried to speak, but he could hardly make anything out.

"Just relax, okay? Take a breath, calm down a little, then explain."

He breathed into my neck, and his heart slowed. He became calm enough to make out words, so he began to speak. "She," he gulped, "called off the wedding. And threatened a breakup." He started back up into my shoulder and I held the back of his head like a child.

"Shh, it's okay. Why did she do that?"

"We had a fight and she thinks it's better if we don't get married."

"God, I'm sorry, Patrick." I then picked up his chin and looked into his dark blue eyes. "Hey, you can marry me," I joked. But he didn't laugh, didn't smile. He kept his hold on me, like a kid and his favorite doll. But it killed me to see him like this. So, without giving him any warning, I leaned in to kiss him. He let out a sigh and started to give in to the kiss, but then he pulled away.

"What are you doing?" He asked in shock.

"You started to kiss back.."

He panicked. "But what are you doing?"

"I was trying to make you feel better..."

He stared for a moment, sliding his tongue along his bottom lip. "Do it again."

I crashed my lips to his and he slipped his tongue in. Physically, he looked like a weeping mess, but he let out his anger in the kiss. I sighed as he tugged on my hair and he was now in full control. He pushed me back against the door and straddled me. I let him do whatever he wanted. His new blond hair tickled me as he kissed down to my neck, then my collarbones.

"Fuck, I love you," I sighed. He met my gaze, then met my lips again. Probably wanted me to shut up. I didn't care. As long as he knew it.

"You idiot probably planned this whole thing," Patrick mumbled against my lips. "You planned the fight so you could have sex with me. Because you fucking love me." He smirked sexily.

"That's not it, but you can think that," I said, biting his plump lip. He wanted to be angry with me too, and I was okay with that because it's just hotter when he's pissed. Grinding his hips into mine, he kissed me long and passionately. It sent fireworks into my gut. "Holy shit, 'Trick—"

"Stop talking." He peeled off my sweat-soaked shirt and threw it across the room, his hands wandering all over me. "Have you always been this hot?"

I smirked a bit, staying quiet since he didn't want me to speak anymore. I never thought he could be so good at this. His soaked hair stuck flat on his face. We were sweating this much, and this was nothing. I'd love to see what he can do in the bedroom, I thought. But were we going to go that far?

During a kiss, Patrick got to his feet and told me to follow him. He lead my into my bedroom. I knew what that meant.