I just got off the phone and ran up to my room, well mine and Ashlee's room that is. Ashlee was at some party with one of her friends, so I decided to have a life tonight. I grabbed a change of clothes and went to take a shower. Once I was done, I changed into my black skinny jeans, a black button up top, and my red Converse. Tonight was a special night, so I thought I might get a little dressy for the occasion. I blew dry my hair, yes I am a guy and I do that, and then fixed it up. I was happy with my appearance, so I ran downstairs, sliding on the railing instead on using the actual steps. As I grabbed my keys, the door opened. Fuck.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ashlee asked.
"Out to celebrate with Panic!," I said.
"But you said you'd stay here with me," she said.
"When on Earth did I say that?" I asked. "I didn't even know I had plans until about an hour ago. You know, when you were gone after YOU said you'd stay here with me."
"Well, I don't think you should go," she said.
"Well, you may not think so, but I think I should. It's a big moment for the guys. It's their first album and I said I'd be there," I said.
"Guess you don't love me enough," Ashlee said.
"Stop with the whole guilt trip shit, alright? Grow up," I said.
"You do realize you're talking to your wife that way, right?" she asked.
"I'm quite aware," I said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving."
"I said no," Ashlee said as she grabbed my arm.
"It's my life," I said as I pulled away. "I'm going to celebrate with the band I signed whether you like it or not."
"Well, maybe I won't be here when you get back," she said.
"Fine by me," I said as I rolled my eyes and walked out the door.
I've had enough of her god damn shit. She acts like she's my mother for Pete's sake. Haha, Pete... Anyway, I need to stop bitching about Ashlee because tonight it a very special night! I'm also bring a few more people to help celebrate. I hopped into the vehicle and drove to Patrick's house. Once I got there, I got out and knocked on the door.
"Pete!" Patrick shouted as he pulled me into a hug.
"Whoa!" I shouted. "Hey Trick. You all ready?"
"N-Not exactly..." he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I don't know what to wear," he said. "Like I don't want to overdress, but I don't want to under-dress either."
"Need help?" I asked as I laughed.
"Would you?" he asked as he bit his lip.
"Not a problem," I said as I took his hand in mine and led him upstairs.
Patrick gasped a little when I took his hand. For what reason, I don't know. It's not like we haven't held hands before or done other things... We walked into his room and I sat him down on the bed. I smiled at him and then walked into his closet. I pulled out a nice white button up shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans, and some black Converse. I know it was close to my outfit, but come on. I walked back over to him and held the shirt up.
"You know," I said as I put the shirt up to him and straddled him. "I think this would suit you well."
"I agree," he said as he rested his hands on my hips. "M-Maybe you should help me change."
I only smiled at him and threw the shirt on the ground. I leaned down and kissed him gently. I pushed him onto the bed and crawled up, connecting our hips together. He was clearly hard and I was too, there's no doubt about that. I pulled his shirt off of him and he did the same to me. I kissed him again and slowly got off of him. Suddenly, he flipped me over and kissed me. He started to undo my zipper and eventually took my pants off. This wasn't like Patrick to take charge like this, but hey, I wasn't complaining. He slowly slid my underwear down and I suddenly felt his mouth close around my member. I let out a small moan and threw my head back. After another minute or two, I ran my hands through his hair and gripped it tightly. I haven't had this done in a while and the excitement was getting to me. After another minute, I let out a loud moan as I came in Patrick's mouth. He swallowed every drop I released. After that, I pulled him up and kissed him. I smiled through the kiss, as did he. I pushed him down onto the bed and took off his pants. I couldn't get them off fast enough! Once I finally got them off, I wasted no time putting his member in my mouth. He let out a moan, slightly louder than mine, and bucked his hips to the touch.
"Oh god," Patrick said between his breaths. "Pete."
I smiled as I sucked, making my cheeks hallow. He ran his fingers through my hair as I did to him. He gripped it lightly and moaned again. A minute later, he thrusted his hips and threw his head back. He came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. After that, he pulled me up and kissed me. This definitely put us behind schedule, but it was so worth it.
"You didn't really need my help, did you?" I asked as we both zipped our pants back up.
"Nope," Patrick said as he smiled.
"Sneaky little bastard," I said as I walked over to him and kissed him.
"Hey, don't act like you didn't like it," he said.
"Ok, you're right. I loved it," I said. "And I love you."
"Y-You what?" Patrick asked as he stopped buttoning up his shirt and looked at me.
"I love you Patrick and I don't care who knows it," I said.
"But what about Ashlee?" he asked.
"Thing haven't been going well and I was thinking about divorcing her," I said.
"Pete," he said.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I-I love you too," he said as he blushed.
He was so cute when he did that. God damn. Anyway, I just looked at him and then hugged him to death. He kissed my cheek and smiled.
"Ok, now we really have to get going," I said. "We're running so late and we have to pick up Andy and Joe yet."
"You're right," Patrick said as he smiled again.
And with that being said, we finished getting dressed and then quickly left to go get Andy and Joe. We picked them both up within ten minutes and then sped to Spencer's place. We all composed ourselves from laughing and Joe's jokes and then got out and knocked on the door.
*A/N* You're welcome all you Peterick fans. I had too because I also ship them like there's no tomorrow. lol~
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