Thanks For The Memories

Chapter Eleven

I don't know a lot of what happened that night, but I do remember how it started. It started as one of those days. Pete was depressed again. I asked, "Pete, are you okay?"

He said staring off into oblivion, "Would you be upset if I told you I cut?"

My stomach ached. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, everything froze. I felt sick. I felt a lump in my throat form. I tried to swallow it back, but I couldn't. I asked, "W-why would you ask that?"

He still stared off out the window. His resonse was pulling up his sleeves. You couldn't notice them so easily. They were hidden so intricately and engraved around the outline of his arm tattoos. Once you saw them, you couldn't unsee them.

I broke. Everything in that moment broke me. I started to cry and I was pissed, "How could you do this to yourself!? You don't understand how much it hurts to love someone so much and to care about them more than anything to find out they purposely harm themselves like this! I feel sick, Pete! I feel like throwing up for how much it hurts! You don't deserve this! It's not fair! It's j-just not fair!"

I was stuttering a little. The pain hit me hard. I straight up ran into the bathroom and puked. I think me hyperventilating had some sort of action to do with that. Pete ran into the bathroom after me. He rubbed circles into my back, "I'm so sorry, Patrick...please don't be mad..."

I wiped my mouth, "I'm not mad. I'm fucking pissed. It's as if someone has hurt you and I just want to hurt them so they can feel the pain they put you through."

He chuckled a little. I stared at him, "Why are you laughing?!"

He said, "Because I just wish you would hurt me. Just take it all away."

"Pete, you're scaring me...."

He shook his head and leaned against the bathtub, "I scare myself all the time. I stopped checking for the monsters under my bed when I realized they were inside of me."

I shook my head, "But you aren't a monster..."

He stared into my eyes and whispered, "Could you still love a monster?"

I was shaking. He was actually scaring the living shit out of me. I managed to find some form of words to say, "There's a monster inside us all. Some are lurking around inside and others are still hiding, waiting to come out."

He jammed the top of my shirt in his fist and pulled me towards him. "Patrick, I am the monster."

He pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back as he snaked his arm around my waist. We both began kneeling upward. There was something about Pete I couldn't resist. We both began pulling off each other's shirts. We threw them in the corner. Things got heated, fast.

He rocked onto his back with me hovering over top as he unbuckled his tight skinny jeans. I saw his bulge against them. I couldn't help myself. I ripped them off of him and did the same with mine. I grinded against him. Our hips moved in motion to one another. The bulges grew more in our boxers.

A moan escaped from Pete's lips. His eyes rolled back in pleasure. That's when I pulled both of our boxers off. I licked one long hot streak from his cock up to his neck. I sucked on his neck. I whispered against his skin, "If you're a monster, then I'm fucking in love with a monster."

I pressed into him. His walls surrounded my dick as I pushed in. He was tight, but not too tight. He moaned even louder. It sounded like a scream. He loved it. I thrust forward again and he bucked up a little in pleasure. The cold bathroom floor tiles felt cool against the heated tension.

I pushed in again, my mouth moving against him. Biting, nibbling, and tracing his tattoos with my tongue. The speed began to increase. I motioned inward and outward for a long period of time. Pete was pinned down and he enjoyed every second of it. I pushed in and out, full force each time. I could tell he was getting close by the expression of his face.

I started pumping his hard length. He moaned even louder. Then screamed, "Patrick, tell me I'm your monster! Say it!"

I thrust in one final time and hard while screaming, "You're my monster, Pete!"

His white liquid oozed out of him and onto my stomach and mine into him. We laid side by side attempting to catch our breaths. I turned my head to look at him. His hickies looked beautiful on him. I smiled at my piece of art. He turned to me and smiled, "Best. Sex. Ever."

I chuckled a little, still breathing heavily. He said, "Note to self: Bathroom floor sex with Patrick Fucking Stump is the best kind of sex. Holy fuck. What's next?! Kitchen floor sex?"

I rolled on top of him, "That can be arranged."

He smiled, "I like how you can go from sweet, innocent, loving Patrick to holy fucking smokes, sexy as fuck Patrick in .2 seconds."

Then what had happened a few minutes before flooded back into my mind. I sat up and quickly found my clothes. Pete said, "Patrick, what's wrong?"

I shook my head and continued to change. I was starting to put on my shirt when he gripped my arm. It was tight. Nails dug into my skin. I said, "Pete...you're hurting me..."

He looked at his hand and quickly let go. He panicked. He slammed his fist against the wall. I watched him gather up his clothing and storm out. I yelled, "Wait baby! It's okay!"

"No it's not! I hurt you! All I ever do is hurt and ruin....just like my father...."

I took his hand and pulled him towards me. The force made him push into me and our lips against each other. That's when I felt it. I felt him smile into the kiss. It gave my life meaning. I slowly let go. I held his hand in mine, "Pete...you are my life...I love you so much. You gave me my forever. The one thing I've always wanted, but never knew actually could exist."

He smiled, "You are my forever. I know this is true because I will love you forever. Our love will carry on to an infinite amount of days. I will always be here for you. I will always love you. Because you are my forever. And if there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever."

Liar.