everybody talks [COMPLETED]

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but then that stupid genius side of me decided to pop right out right after we decided to go to sleep and said a little too amorously, "i know we just agreed on sleeping, but did you say something about putting the condom to good use?"

blood immediately rushed to pete's face and also...pants; nice.

"a-are you sure?"

"why wouldn't i be? i've made up my mind after some thinking."

"i don't want it to be awkward because, you know, your brother and his boyfriend are right downstairs."

"trust me, it won't be awkward. if anything, it serves them right. i tried to sleep one night while they were a few rooms down doing their thing and they carried on from 11pm to 2am. i heard everything."

"well, okay then. let's get to it."

******

i woke up and looked at who was next to me in my bed; a very naked pete wentz. i picked up my phone from the nightstand table right next to my bed and checked the time. it was only 7am. damn you, weird ass sleeping schedule.

i would give you details about him and i's little activity last night, but you probably don't want to hear them. they were very explicit, if i do say so myself, yet intoxicating. i'd take another hit of pete wentz any day.

i just really hope this doesn't get out to the media. only satan knows what it could do to my current stance at the news company. speaking of the media, i had a text from the mayor, meagan, saying that she was hosting a speech outside town hall relating to the homophobia caused by her election. it was to begin at 5pm, so i couldn't go because i would be doing the news. i'm sure it'll be videotaped and i'll get to watch it another time.

i was then startled by what i observed to be pete's morning phone alarm.

"good morning, sunshine."

"same to you," he responded.

"hello ladies, wake up, coffee ti-"

cue gerard interrupting us during a controversial moment again.

"oh. my god. guess you liked the gift from us, then?"

"yup," pete answered way too quickly.

"frank will be delighted. anyways, coffee and stuff is downstairs if you two fuck buddies want any."

"bye, gerard."

"see you in a second, mikes!"

gerard closed the door and pete and i shared a tiny laugh.

"he was bound to find out at some point," i confessed, pete shrugging and me ending the sentence with a sigh.

"let's get ready for frank and gerard's oddly specific and explicitly kinky questions."

"you know them way too well already, wentz."

"you can tell a lot about a person just by the way they ask questions and what type of questions they ask."

"that is true. let's get a move on, slowpoke."

"first, we need to put on clothes, though."

"no shit," i agreed.

we both put on clothes, me lending pete a pair of sweatpants that were way too long and a hoodie that made him look like a munchkin. it was a cute look, though. made him look surprisingly attractive.

"weird sex questions, here we come," i said before walking out of the room with him.

"it's rodeo time, cowboy."

"never say that again."

"we'll see."

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bet u didn't expect that😏😏but i'm also sorry