Peterick Oneshots

5

*smut warning*

I laid in the back of the van in a pile of dirty laundry and Pete's expensive makeup. I felt the corner of a foundation pad sticking into the corner of my head. It started to sting. I slowly lifted my arm from under some makeup and clothes. I felt the make up sliding off of my arm and hitting the van's cold black floors. I saw Pete stir in his sleep a foot away from my pale chubby body. I pulled out of foundation that was poking me from the mountain of clothes and makeup. The entire mountain fell down onto Pete. He jumped up and all the random shit that was covering him flied all over the fan.
"Shit! Sorry..." I whispered awkwardly. Pete just gave me another one of his devilish smirks that he knew I was a sucker for. I rolled my eyes and tried to forget the fact I was slowly becoming a tomato.
Pete removed the red and black striped fluffy blanket from his body. It revealed his beautiful torso covered in lame tattoos that 'described his stories'. Honestly I thought it was pretty stupid but now I pretty much understand it. Even though it's gay as hell. Well we were gay as hell, so who am I to judge?
"You look like such a good tomato, it makes me want to bite into you and swirl my tongue into you." He whispered. I groaned and desperately tried to hide the fact my face was an unhealthy shade of dark red. I'm pretty sure I failed.
"We're not a couple Pete. You're my best friend." I whispered back to him. He quietly chuckled.
"We will soon." He muttered before starting to crawl towards me. It was actually kind of scary looking to be honest. His smudged eyeliner that looked like a black eye, his saggy eyelids, the fact his eyes were bloodshot (probably from weed), and that huge ass smirk on his face. It was dark but my eyes could see it all.
He wrapped his arms around me like a good present, and rested his chin on my shoulder. Man, I expected him to fucking start grinding all over my hips and crotch. Pete let out a long sigh before latching his lips to my neck. He sucked and kissed and bit leaving large red marks on my pale skin. He left ones that could stay for weeks. His lips went up my neck and lightly nibbled on my earlobe before pulling away from me. Pete looked me in the eyes before kissing me. He pulled back and stared at my pink lips with dark lust in his eyes. He went back to my lips. He wrapped his lips around my top lip before letting go and doing the same to my bottom, it wasn't stupid fireworks like in the movies, it was heat. The only thing close to sparks is that I was on fire. My skin was buzzing and my pants were getting uncomfortably tight. I was tight. My muscles felt extremely tight. Anxiety was kicking in and I started getting light headed. My stomach and lower back were getting tight. I didn't even realize I was sucking in all my fat and barely breathing.
I pulled away from Pete and took a large breath. He reattached his lips to mine and attacked them hungrily. It felt like he was sucking the life away from my head. I felt his teeth lightly dig into my bottom lip. He grabbed my shirt collar and tugged on it while pushing his tongue gently on my lips. He ticked my bottom lip with quick soft licks going quickly back and forth. I was thinking what the fuck does he want? Of course me being a chubby 21 year old who wasn't considered the most attractive person in the world, I was foreign to this type of thing. I probably had the most boring sex life anybody could ever think of.
Pete shoved his cold hands up my shirt which made me shiver. Really, his hands were cold. Also the fact that a very attractive man was about to see me shirtless. I was almost never shirtless. Unlike Pete. I didn't like my body so I just decided to not show it off. Pete's hand stopped at my man boobs (which by the way I hate and I'm glad I got rid of them over the hiatus) and pinched my nipple. Not in a flirty way really, but hard. It hurt. I squealed and took my hand from Pete's messy black hair and held my chest. It really hurt. Pete shoved his tongue into my mouth when I squealed. He licked everywhere from my gums to the underside of my tongue. His tongue was cold and wet and I didn't like it. But on the other hand, it felt like my mouth was on fire. Like when you order something random at a restaurant you've never been to and it turns out to be super spicy. It was like that. I had ordered Pete not thinking at all about how he would taste, how well he would replenish my needs.
I felt his fingers hook around my belt and I slightly froze. He pulled away from me so he could see what he was doing. It was even hard in the pitch black. By now I had realized I hyperventilated so much that I forgot to breathe. As I was puffing and gasping for air and my breath kept hitching, I managed out a small,"Andy and joe."
Pete smiled at me.
"They're gone. They left me a note saying they were gonna find a snack and a motel." He explained sweetly. I faked a smile back, but in reality, I was scared shitless. I felt the rim of my jeans being tugged down my legs. Now I started to get uncomfortable. With my body, and the fact Pete saw me hard. Most people would say things like oh his bed head looked so sexy and- no. Not Pete's. That's for sure. He smelled bad, his eyes were bloodshot and saggy, his hair was a total mess, and his breath smelled terrible. Mine probably did too so I can't judge him. Honestly I probably looked the same. We were two desperate horny hot messes. Unresponsible young adults. Young, dumb, and full of cum.
Pete pulled down my underwear slowly and for some reason (I have no idea why either) I let him continue. He licked a cold trail on the underside of my buzzing erection.
"Stop fucking teasing and just do it!" I whined. I covered my mouth to hide the big O my mouth made. Was that me? Or was that the sex craving monster deep inside my personality? I never really knew.
"God damn trick. In all the years I've known you, I've barely heard you cus!" He said teasingly. I let out a whine and he took me full I'm his mouth. Full on deep throating shit. He got a bit closer to my base with every bob his head made. I'm pretty sure he had shut out everything and was just focused on giving my hormones pleasure. I don't think he even heard the sputtering noises and yelps I made. I came with a loud shriek/moan into Pete's amazing mouth.
He looked down at the ground and stopped for a moment before lapping it up it was so gross, the sight of his tongue licking the dust covered van floor. I cringed. Who likes the taste of cum?
"You taste so good." He muttered as he was lapping it all up. I knew he was lying. Who likes the taste of semen? I know I don't.

A/N
Sorry I haven't been updating a lot. I've been busy. This one shot was shit and I'm sorry. I'll make some new stuff. So yeah that was the first smut chapter in this book.