"you probably look so pretty under hear" peter muttered as he cupped troye's bulge and his eyes widened; as he continued to kiss troyes neck.
peter stripped himself of his shirt and threw it behind him.
he started unbuttoning troye's shirt and troye felt him bite him near his collar bone "ow" troye hissed at the pain as he felt peter's tongue lather over it and continue to suck on his skin.
troye leaned back more onto the coach in attempt to get farther from the horny drunk.
"oh so you like to play games?" peter muttered as troye looked horrified, thinking that peter had caught him trying to avoid him.
"no peter, can we just watch the movie?"
"why when we could do better things" he said while unzipping the zipper of troye's black skinny jeans. "pretty boy's wearing lace underwear just for me huh? you make me so hard" peter said stroking troyes cheek while unzipping his own pants. he leaned in toward troyes lips again, his green eyes full of haze and lust.
"please!" troye pleaded, and when he wouldnt he slapped peter's face.
"bitch what the fuck was that for!" peter yelled, rubbing his cheek. troye was terrified at what peter was going to do.
"get in the car" peter said sternly and troye ran to the car without question, too scared of what peter would do next. all he wanted to do was get out of here.
troye got into the unlocked car like peter said and then he saw his phone and quickly grabbed it from the seat. he was about to text jacob to pick him up when peter hopped into the drivers seat with the keys in his hand.
"you can't drive you're drunk are you kidding me!" troye yelled
"this is my car! i'll do whatever the fuck i want!" he said turned on the car and locking the doors with child saftey lock, before troye could get out. he quickly unlocked his phone and texted jacob quickly,
troye: jacob
troye: im rlly scared and peter locked me in the car and i cannt get out and hes drivkng
"give me that! IM driving you home!" he yelled and swerved while trying to grab troyes phone
"no! pull over!!" troye yelled
troye:dhjskks
peter started swerving and speaking gibberish as troye prayed he wouldnt die. thankfully his house was only about 2 miles away but still.
peter sped up the car once they were on the road and troye yelled at him to slow down, but he wouldnt listen.
"you're gonna go back to j-jacob fucking bixenman because you're a fucking coward to fucking-" peter was cut off with troye's screams from the passenger seat as peter looked forward to see a car coming right at them.
