Sex Lessons (Peterick) **REWRITTEN**

03

CH. 3 -- PATRICK

Spencer is very into a game of Halo when my doorbell rings. He swears into the mic of his headset, saying something about the ringing distracting him. I roll my eyes and set my guitar to the side before padding down the steps and to the front door.

"Hey, I got it, Mark!" I call out to him, wherever he may be. When I open the door, my eyes widen, and I'm sure I've blinked probably twelve times before one of us says anything.

"Uh, hi." Pete scratches the back of his neck, a faint blush on his cheeks. "I brought you some. Some cookies. For helping me earlier." He says, and I find myself smiling without even meaning to, gesturing for him to come in.

"Thank you. I, wow, they smell really good." I comment as he sets them down on my kitchen counter. "I'm sure you worked pretty hard on them."

"Nah, I tried making them, but I fucked them up pretty bad. Billie had to help." He says, and I laugh because that sounds like Mark and me. "Well, I should get going."

Pete walks towards the door, and the last thing I want him to do is leave. So I stop him. "Hey, do you have anywhere specific you have to be right now?" I blurt, and he turns back towards me, shaking his head.

"Nope. Why?" He asks, walking back towards me. I feel like a middle schooler instead of a junior, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.

"You should stay and hang out with me and Spencer. Maybe get your boy Derek in on it?" I ask, and his eyebrows furrow before he starts laughing. "What?" I ask, genuinely confused.

When he finally catches his breath, he says, "Dallon. You mean, you mean Dallon." I feel my face heat up at that, and he just smiles at me again. "It's okay. You've only gone to school with him your whole life."

"Shut up." I mutter, looking down at my feet. This boy is making me feel like a blushing virgin that can't get two words out without stuttering.

"I'm just messing with you. But Dallon's tutoring someone right now." Pete says, and I nod, pointing towards my stairs.

"You wanna?" I ask, and his eyebrows raise as he smirks at me. I'm sure I'm blushing again as I say, "Shut up, you know I didn't mean it like that." And I lead him up the stairs.

"Patrick, man, I was wondering if you got lost or something. You're missing me kicking these guys' asses!" Spencer says when I go back in my room. He looks at Pete and I for a split second before looking back at the screen. A few seconds later, he pauses the game and looks again. "Pete?" He asks, obviously confused. He gives me a look, one that probably means what the fuck, since I've literally spoken to Pete a handful of times over the years, and now he's in my house.

"Hey, dude. Halo? Mind if I join?" Pete asks, and Spencer's face lights up as he nods, handing Pete the extra controller. I hate Halo, and Spencer knows it, so he's probably happy he's finally found someone that will play with him. I'm more of a Call of Duty guy.

I resume my spot on the bed behind the two of them on the floor. I grab my guitar and strum, humming a bit. Pete turns to face me for a second, eyes widening as he scoots towards me so his back is against my bed, dangerously close to my leg.

He moves the mic on the extra headset away from his mouth, smiling at me. "You play guitar." He observes, gesturing to the black Martin acoustic in my lap. I nod, even though it wasn't a question.

"Somewhat." I say, even though it's a blatant lie. I've acquired nine guitars in my short seventeen years, five of which I've bought with my own money. Saying that I simply play guitar is probably the understatement of the year.

"Wentz, dude, come on. Get your head in the game. I know he's pretty, but ignore him for like five minutes." Spencer says, making Pete laugh and me blush. Pete turns his attention back to the game, scooting over until his left arm is touching my leg. Such a small gesture makes my breath hitch and makes me almost break a sweat.

"Let's beat some ass." Pete says to Spencer, unpausing the game and moving his mic back to his mouth after giving me one last smile. I don't even want to imagine how red my face is as I strum the guitar.

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"Hey, dudes, I'm gonna bounce. I need to work on my math homework. I'll text you, 'Trick. See you, Pete." Spencer waves goodbye to both of us, going down my stairs and leaving a few minutes later.

Pete is sprawled out on my floor, phone in his hands as he scrolls . Soon enough, my phone dings, and I raise an eyebrow, reaching for it.

Spencer texted me already? I open the message, and my eyes widen at it immediately. The message reads,

'Use protection !'

I delete the message quickly, not responding to him. I look down at Pete, who smiles when he notices me looking.

He would probably be a good lay, but I think he'd want a boyfriend, not a fuck buddy. And everyone knows I don't date. Not since I dated Gerard Way two years ago, and then he graduated and we broke up. It was all in all pretty sad. Mostly because he was the first guy I fucked.

Pete clears his throat, breaking me from my thoughts. "Hey, I should be getting home. Mom is actually going to be in time for dinner tonight. Stan is treating us to dinner at his restaurant."

"Oh, okay. That's cool. I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, and he nods, about to walk onto my balcony, which connects to his by a bridge. We've never used it over the years because we weren't close. I used the one on the other side with Josh because we've been friends since he moved here last year.

"Or you could see me tonight when I get back. I mean, we should probably use it before you graduate. God knows I won't be using the one I have with Joe anymore." He mumbles the last part under his breath, and I pretend not to hear it.

"That sounds, wow, like a good idea." I say, and he smiles, walking back towards me. "What are you.." I trail off before he wraps his arms around my neck.

I hug him back, my arms going around his waist, not fighting the smile on my face. When he pulls away, I let my gaze flick to his lips before going back to his eyes. I lean towards him, kissing his cheek.

Finally, I make him blush. "I'll see you tonight." He whispers, walking onto the balcony and back to his room.

i said i wasn't gonna update this but here i am

thoughts?