peterick smut//br41n v0m1t

Billiards Room

for my bitch @larry_sally_face who gave me this idea thats kinda based off of a wack sex dream I had wow we r so cool ~ An au where Petes a rich investor and he meets bratty Patrick that survives off of daddy's money~ 

Pete hates dinner parties. Crowds of snobby people, odd music, expensive wine that tastes like expired apple juice and overall boring conversations. It's what he gets for being a wealthy socialite. Pete Wentz is an investor in stocks as well as private real estate, a partner investor for the Museum of Modern Art and an owner of an indie art gallery. Pete also is the CEO and top designer of Clandestine Industries, a popular urban clothing brand. Pete's based in New York City, his large penthouse hundreds of feet above the city streets. He's a penthouse name of an art investor, so every time another rich person in the New York City area has a party, he's immediately on the guest list. Unfortunately. Pete feels as if he must attend, even if he does not want to. There's always free alcohol and shallow people Pete can sleep with and never have to see again. Rich girls always smell like Gucci perfume and champagne, all of them are shallow and decent in bed. Rich boys are just as shallow, but very few are into Pete.

Pete's Saturday schedule is simple. He does not sleep, he's working, constantly. Art used to be his passion, but once anything is your job for too long, everything is stressful. At six am, he goes on a run. Pete lives in New York City, so there is so much space to run. At seven, after his run, he takes his dog, Hemingway on a long walk. Pete picks up coffee from an adorable, vegan cafe on the NYU campus, run by his personal trainer, Andy Hurley. After coffee and small talk with Andy and his girlfriend, Hemingway and Pete return to the penthouse for breakfast of organic and expensive dog food for Hemingway and an egg white omelette for Pete. At around nine, Pete begins work. Clandestine Industries has a new collection coming out in May and Pete needs to finish the concept sketches. At around one, Pete gets a text from his business partner and friend, Gabe.

dinner party at Vicky's tonite  she told me 2 tell u

u coming?

Remember what Pete said, he hates dinner parties but loves hook-ups with shallow girls who don't want to be with Pete. Victoria Asher, the host of the party tonight, was a nice girl with hot friends. She constantly is throwing parties the second her company does something, and there's free food. Pete thinks. He could have sex tonight and have to work extra on Sunday or finish his work today and waste away in front of his flatscreen on Sunday...Pete knows that there are escorts and he does not need to attend rich parties for sex, but it's a pride thing that women want to have relations with him.

I'll come 

Pete texts back, before closing his laptop and going to take a shower. Hemingway is sleeping on Pete's kingsized bed, Pete passes him on the way to his bathroom. He rubs the dogs head before locking the bathroom door and turning on the shower's facet. Pete goes with a red suit, from a brand he doesn't care much to check. All dark red, all sexy. He straightens his hair down into a fringe, washes his face and applies a little black eyeshadow under both of the corners his whiskey eyes. Pete feels ready, he still needs to mentally prepare for having to socialize. Before he leaves to hail a taxi, he sprays himself with cologne and drinks a small glass of whiskey. Pete hails a taxi, tells the man the address of The Asher Estate, before putting his headphones on and zoning out. On the drive, Pete avoids small conversation with the driver, counting every Starbucks on the way. When the man pulls up to the mansion on the outskirts of New York City, the cab fee is pretty hefty. Pete pays in all cash, of corse, tipping a one hundred dollar bill. Vicky T's drive way is filled with expensive cars, both hers and the other guests attending. Pete fixes his hair quickly in the reflection of his IPhone before walking to the large front door.