mistrust 💋 peterick

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written

(About Me)

Patrick was woken up a ray of sunlight peeking through the curtains, and as he lazily opened his eyes, he could see the little specs of dust floating through the air and dancing around each other in a never-ending game of tag. As he inhaled, he could feel the dawn air fill his lungs and wake him up further. The taste of sleep was still on his tongue as his mouth stretched open like a lion's roar as he yawned. A combination of complete exhaustion and mumbled words sat heavy on his tongue and he had no idea what to do with it.

He was then overwhelmed the smells swallowing his senses: cologne, sweat, sex, testosterone.

Patrick then remembered where he was.

He slowly turned over to a very adorable, very asleep Pete Wentz and couldn't help but giggle. This was the fearsome mob boss he was sent to spy on, completely unguarded and open, drooling on the pillow and snoring lightly.

Patrick smiled and went to stroke Pete's face, but was rudely interrupted by a large rumble coming from the depths of his stomach. He sighed and tried to get out of bed to get some food but found that Pete's arms were wound around his waist and as Patrick pulled away they got tighter and Pete grumbled something under his breath.

Patrick chuckled again and pulled out of Pete's arms, finally leaving the bed, bending over and putting on the nearest shirt and underwear he could see, not caring who they belonged to.

He almost tiptoed across the room to avoid disturbing the slumbering Pete and made his way to the door, which thankfully didn't creak in protest as he pulled it open and closed it behind him.

As he entered the hallway it dawned on Patrick that he actually had no clue where he was in the house or, most importantly, where the kitchen was.

Pat chose a random direction and began walking, he walked until he found a set of stairs and figured that the kitchen is probably downstairs. I mean, who has an upstairs kitchen?

Patrick went down the stairs.

After some more wandering, some more dead ends and some more wrong turns, Patrick found the kitchen and let out a sigh of content as his stomach demanded food.

The food stared at Patrick as he opened the fridge door, deciding what to eat. He was too tired to actually prepare anything, but also didn't want to eat any food that Pete may actually want.

His eyes were drawn to a leftover pizza box. Patrick's conflicted eyes scanned over it as he took the box out of the fridge and opened it. It was basically fresh, from the night before at least.

Pepperoni. Classic. Delicious. Beautiful.

But not really his to eat.

Patrick decided that it would probably be best if he found something else to eat, but as he went to place the box back in the fridge, his stomach let out an almighty earthquake of a rumble that made Patrick go Fuck it, snatch the box and sit on the sofa, deciding that he was too hungry to care if the pizza was warm or not.

He sat legs crossed on the sofa infront of the TV but didn't turn it on as he started to devour the leftover pizza. Letting out moans of satisfaction as he bit through thin pieces of pepperoni meat and groans of pleasure as he ate the stringy cheese as it hung between slices. He was almost done when-

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"

Patrick dropped the box in shock as panic seeped out of his pores when an angry looking Pete marched round infront of him.

His eyebrows were furrowed, almost touching, as his nostrils flared in searing anger. Patrick could swear he saw actual smoke coming from his nose. Pete's mouth set in a tight-lipped grimace as the pizza box tumbled down the sofa and onto the light beige carpet, demanding an answer that Patrick couldn't give.

Patrick's breathing grew frantic and needy as he began hyperventilating, he had already fucked up, it hadn't been twenty four hours since he met the guy and he had already screwed up. He had compromised his mission and ruined his chances of  ever becoming a proper field agent.

He tried to calm himself down and slow his breathing as tears pricked his eyes but he refused to let them fall.

He couldn't talk otherwise he would start sobbing, it was all he could do as the corners of his lips set into a frown, the only thing stopping him from tipping over the edge.

Patrick had been so caught up in panic that he hadn't noticed Pete start laughing and saying "You should've seen your face!", before realising that Patrick wasn't listening to him anymore.

When Patrick finally returned to normal, he came round to a worried Pete sitting on his calves infront of the sofa, holding his hands asking him if he was okay. But Patrick couldn't answer him, because he should've been okay.

I mean, he knew it was a joke now, of course it was a joke. No-one gets that angry over a few slices of pizza. It was stupid he knows that, he overreacted. What was Pete gonna do? Murder him over a slice of pizza? Seems a bit excessive.

Patrick decided that it was best for him to go so that's what Patrick goes to do. Fuck the mission. After this he doesn't deserve to be a field agent.

He stood up and tried to walk away, mumbling apologies in his wake when he unexpectedly got tackled in a soft hug.

Pete was holding him like some fragile thing. Like, if he held him to tight, he would snap Patrick in half. He wasn't going to let him leave the house, not in this state.

Pete knew he was being stupid, he should have just fucked Patrick and let him go, but he couldn't.

This person in his arms was not a man in that moment, but a boy. A terribly scared and broken little boy and Pete just couldn't find it in him to let Patrick go.

There was something about him, and Pete couldn't explain it. But he wanted to fix Patrick, even though he had no idea what he was going to fix.

He released Patrick from the hug and set him back down on the couch and cupped Patrick's face in his hands. It was slowly becoming red and blotchy, even though no tears had actually been shed. Pete spoke softly.

"Hey, what's the matter doll?"

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A little double update since I haven't been around in a while. Sorry about that.

Updates are gonna be few and far between. I've got a busy year ahead and won't be able to write a lot x

See ya x

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