The Presidents Secret

Ten

"So the Queen seems like a sweet woman" Patrick said flopping on out hotel room bed.  I closed the door behind me undoing my tie.  "I'm hungry" I dropped my tie to the ground and climbed between his legs.  He looked up at me.

"Yeah me too" I mumbled. 

"I meant for food" He sat up pulling himself from me.  He grabbed the phone dialing the room service number.  Did I just get denied?  Rejected?  Well this was new.  I'm Pete Wentz I never get sexually rejected. I watched him order our dinner in confusion. How could he reject me?  Sex is what I do best! "Thank you" He said as he hung up.  He looked over at me.  "What did you want something different?"

"Did you just reject me?" I asked. 

"Reject you?" He asked.

"Yes I made it very clear I wanted to sleep with you and you flat out rejected me" His look became more confused.

"I'm sorry?  I was hungry and not in the mood?"

"It's just that I've never been rejected. I've rejected people but I've never gotten rejected everyone I've wanted to sleep with has just slept with me.  I mean, I'm Pete Wentz"

"Oh, well I mean you can't always have things exactly when you want them.  Besides I'm not ready yet"

"You're not ready yet?" I asked "You're the one who makes sexual advances on me every chance you get!"

"What?  No I don't you always come onto me!" We glared at each other.

"You want coming on? How about this!" I grabbed his face and slammed my mouth onto his.  He ran his hands up my legs stopping on my thighs. He pulled away sighing lightly on my lips. "Are you ready now?"

"I-" I cut him off by kissing him again. He pushed himself closer. This felt right. I've never felt more right in my life. I moved his jacket off his shoulders. "Pete stop" he nuzzled his head in my neck so I couldn't kiss him anymore. "I'm not ready. Respect that please"

"Okay. I'm sorry. I do" Someone knocked on the door.

"Mr. President did you order room service!?" Andy yelled.

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Patrick was silent as we ate. He didn't even look up at me just stared at his food.

"Hey" I said. He looked up awkwardly. "Wanna do something really fucking stupid?" He gave me a confused look. "Come on" I stood up and grabbed his hand pulling him up with me.

"Where are we going?" He asked. I pulled him out of the room.

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"What the fuck is this!?" He yelled. I smiled and placed a helmet on his head.

"It's called a motorcycle Patrick" giggled.

"You can drive this thing!?"

"Well, yeah. With protection in front and back of me" I shrugged putting my own helmet on. I got on the bike. "Come on it's perfectly safe I'm a great driver I promise" He got on the back. "Hug my waist" He hugged on tightly. "You'll be okay stop shaking"

"We ready to go Mr. President!?" Andy yelled from his bike. I gave him a thumbs up and he started up his bike. I started the bike.

"Oh jesus christ" Patrick said nervously. I laughed as Andy too off. I kicked up my kickstand and zoomed after him. Patrick screamed in my ear.

"Calm down!" I yelled over the bike "You'll make me nervous!" He looked around.

"This is amazing!" He yelled. We zoomed passed the cars on the road. People waved and took pictures. I followed Andy down the road.

"Do you like it!?" I yelled.

"I fucking love it!" Patrick yelled. I sped up a little and he laughed. The wind was so loud in my ears I couldn't hear anything except Patrick laughing in my ear. "Pete!" he yelled.

"Yeah!?" I asked.

"I love you!" He yelled. Andy started to slow down when we came to the end of the road. I stopped right behind him. I looked at Patrick whose head was still on my shoulder.

"I love you too" I said when the engine died down.

"You do?" he asked. I nodded and smiled. He took the helmet off my face and went in to kiss me.

"The press" I mumbled. He bit his lip then kissed my cheek. I smiled then I heard a camera flash.