We Are: Hearts, Lies And Friends

I Was Hoping He Was A Gentleman, Apparently Not.

Patricks POV

Pete hovers over me, still panting from his recent orgasm and kisses me softly. He collapses on the bed and we lay there kissing for several more minutes, before he mumbles with a hint of cockyness in his voice,  "So Mr.UsedToBeStumpNowWentzBecauseWe'reMarried, how does it feel to finally be de-virginized." I let out a little giggle, "Absolutley perfect, you were amazing." "You weren't so bad yourself" he says biting his lip. He slips his hands under his head, and I lay my head on his chest.

I glance up to see him staring at me. "What?" I say quizzically. "Nothing it's just. You're so perfect" I blush and snuggle into him a little tighter. "Not as perfect as you! You ooze sexuality" I giggle.I close my eyes for less than a second and suddenly I feel warm lips being pressed into mine again. "Let me know when you're ready for round two," he says pointing downward at his erection pressing hard against his boxers and then continues, "because I am." "Round two?! I'm still recovering from round one!"

A smirk forms across his lips. "What can I say Pattycakes, It's not my fault you're such a turn on! Just looking at you is enough to give me a hard on." How does Pete do that? How is it that if he just takes a certain tone of voice, if he gives me a certain look, hell the way he whispers my name, It's enough to make my cock come back to life. I can feel the heat radiating from my abdomen as the blood pools downward. I'm over come with an animalistic sense of need to feel Pete cock inside me.

Now I am most definatley ready for round two, and I think Pete can tell by the way I practically attacked his mouth as if I was trying to swallow his face. I begin to slowly drag my hand down the side of his body feeling his caulloused hands run smoothly over my ass And well, you know what happens next ;) Ding Ding, Round two!

Petes POV

It was about 5:30 a.m when we finally feel asleep, wrapped in  each others arms. When I finally woke up, it was about 11, and Patrick was lying next to me watching spongebob. "Really babe? Spongebob?"  "Don't laugh at me you bum!" I stick my tongue out at him, and he does the same.  I Love the way his nose scrunches up when he sticks his tongue out at me. Hell I could go down a whole list just full of things I love about Patrick. The way he smells after he fresh out of the shower, his voice, his laugh. How he looks in the light of a sunset on late Autumn evenings. I swear I grow to Love him a little more everyday, if thats even possible.  

We finally decide to get our lazy asses up, shower, and go on an adventure to the zoo. I grab my gray acid wash skinny jeans and a black shirt that says "Emo Is Sexy" on the front. Patrick wears his hombre style purple to blue jean shirt, black skinnies and black fedora. I Love that this is the outfit he chose, and I know exactly why. This is the outfit he wore the night he kissed me right before the show. The night that all of this began. This is the outfit he wore on the best day of my life.

*A Few Hours Later*

Right now however doesn't feel like the best day of my life. Patrick and I rarley get into big fights, but he's been in a pissy mood all day, and It's putting me in one. I can't take all this back and forth, because it's messing with both of our emotions. I Love him I really do, but some days he is the most infuriating thing on the planet Earth! It's like randomly  every couple of days he decides to turn into Captain asshole, and ruin the entire day.

Usually when we walk in, the Lobby girl, Ella, at the front desk, the same one whom we gave hugs to and got our autographs, says hello to us. Today however, she sees the expression on both of our faces, and decides it's obviously not in her best intrest to speak to us. If looks could kill, Patrick and I would have killed each other hours ago.

"Stop that shit!" "Excuse me?!" I say as turn my head to look at him. "You heard me you little shti! I SEE you staring at Ella" "Patrick what the fucking fuck are you talking about!?" "OH, so know you think I'm blind and stupid" he hisses as we step on to the elavator. The moment the doors close, and we are out of public view, I mumble "Your words, not mine."

Oh shit. WHY DID I SAY THAT?! Great. World War three has just begun. "What The Hell did you just say to me!?!" "You heard me! You've been acting crazy all day! What the hell is your problem?!" "My problem is that you're a cheating asshole! You canstantly stare at other guys and even girls! You seem to forget you're married to ME!" "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?!  I glanced at the girl for half a second! Patrick you're only one I want! I don't stare at other people, because I LOVE YOU! YOU'RE the one I married!" "Fuck you, I HATE YOU! This whole marriage was a mistake!" "Wha. What. But Patrick" Was all I could mumble before he cut me off "No shut the fuck up, I don't even want to look at this thing!"

I know he doesn't mean it, but that doesn't stop it from hurting or breaking my heart. Atleast I think he doesn't mean it. But what if he does? I Love Patrick, and I could never say something like that to him, no matter how angry I was. Everything seems to go into slow motion as I hear a clink and see Patricks ring drop to the floor. It rolls in smooth circles over the cold floor and into the corner of the elevator. It dinks against the wall, and falls flat on it's side. My patience was running out and my temper was flaring. Rage boiled over in my body. I couldn't stop myself I lost it right then and there. 

Patricks POV

Vibrations of pain rippled through my cheek and I could feel the burning sensation flow downwards. I fell backwards on to the floor, all of this catching me by surprise. His palm was red, and my face probably was too. I could see the hardened expression on his face changing, softening. I gently reached upward, placing my hand to the burning sensation. Did. Did Pete just. Slap me?