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My heart isn't the only thing you stole
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Chapter 28- My heart isn't the only thing you stole
~Pete~
I didn't mean to.
I was just so damn angry. Plus, he came over here first.
I went to tuck in Madison at about 9:00, which was an hour after Patrick left.
She kissed my lips and hugged me.
“Good night, daddy!”
I smiled and hugged her back. “Good night, Monkey Maddie.”
She stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed.
“That's not my name daddy. My name is Madison or Maddie.”
“Alright, good night Madison Grace Stump.”
“Good night!”
I shut the door behind me and walked to the living room. I watched TV for a couple of hours, waiting for Patrick and he still wasn't home. At 11:30, I heard a knock on the door. I figured it was Patrick being too lazy to dig out his key.
When I answered it though, it definitely wasn't Patrick.
I walked away from the door.
“What are you doing here, Ryan?”
He walked in and shut the door behind him.
“I'm just here to talk. I don't see why you have to get defensive.”
“Look, Patrick said that he was going to be home at 10:00 and he's not, so I'm a little pissed right now.”
I started straightening up the room, a thing that I do when I'm nervous.
“Well, while he's gone, we can chat. So sit down and relax. Quit cleaning.”
He sat down and motioned for me to sit next to him. I did and Ryan put his hand on mine.
“Pete, I'm really sorry for what happened that one day. I really didn't think I was doing anything wrong, but I now I realize that I was completely wrong for doing something like that.”
He got a little bit closer and leaned into me.
“So, I was wondering,” He said, scooting closer, “Can we start over and be friends? I hate all of this fighting.”
He put on this pouting face that he knew I couldn't resist.
“Alright, we can be friends. But nothing more than that, okay?”
He smiled sweetly. “Of course, nothing more.”
He got up and started to walk upstairs.
“Where are you going?”
“You're giving me a tour of the house, of course!”
I followed him up the stairs.
“You've been in my house before, Ryan. There's nothing new to it.”
He ignored me and slipped into the bedroom.
I followed him in. It was a huge mistake because he then threw me on the bed and pinned me down.
“Ryan, what are you doing? Get the fuck off of me!”
He pressed his lips against mine and forced his tongue in my mouth.
I fought for another 30 seconds, but soon stopped when I started to get into it.
He unpinned me and started kissing me all over my body. He took off my shirt and started to tug at my pants.
When he removed all the clothes off of my body, he quickly took off the clothes off his.
His tongue snaked around my dick and he squeezed.
I wince, but let him continue.
He stuck his tongue in the slit of my penis and I sucked in air as he started to press harder.
I let out a moan, remembering why Ryan was better at this than Patrick.
I felt his teeth graze the surface and then he started to swallow my entire length. His tongue worked around it as he sucked harder.
“Oh, fuck, Ryan.”
He stopped and smirked at me. When he flipped me over, I got on my hands and knees.
He inserted me in one hard, swift motion. I cried out when he pushed deeper and his breathing started to get louder.
He moaned in my ear, “Pete, you feel so fucking good.”
When he reached for my penis, he moved his hand up and down it. I grabbed the edge of the bed, trying not to go insane as he hit my prostate.
I soon heard him let out a moan and I came right after that.
I layed on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Some people may have called it rape, but it's only rape if the person didn't want the sex.
I woke up that next morning at 6:00. I looked around to see that Ryan left.
I got up and stretched.
When I went down stairs, Patrick just walked through the door. I glared at him.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“I was at Natasha's house.”
“Why didn't you call?”
He walked past me to go up the stairs.
“Because I was too tired to.”
I followed him into the bedroom and slammed the door.
“Bullshit. You couldn't have taken less than a minute to call me and tell me?”
“Sorry, I forgot.”
“But you just said that you were too tired to call. Patrick, just tell me what's going on.”
He sighed. “Okay, Natasha came on to me last night. So, I tried to get her away from me, but I gave in.”
I nodded. “Mhm, so you're saying that you and Natasha fucked last night. Yes or no.”
“Yes.”
Just as I was about to say something, Patrick gasped.
“The safe is open.”
He bent down and searched the safe.
“And it's empty. Pete, someone stole our tape.”
I immediately wanted to punch something. I punched the wall and it made a dent.
“Ryan.”
Patrick looked at me confused. “What do you mean 'Ryan'?”
It was my time to confess. “Okay, Ryan came over. He said he wanted to reconcile and be friends. I accepted and then he came on to me. So one thing led to another and we ended up on the bed sweaty and tired.”
Patrick held up one finger. “One, we are washing the sheets,” He held up a second finger. “Two, I'm pretty sure Ryan stole the tape if he was the only one in the room besides you.”
He looked at me. “He was the only one, right?”
“Yes, Patrick. That was it. And I remember glancing over at it last night and it was closed. So, that means I have to kill Ryan.”
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Oh, no. Better keep Pete away from Ryan! Pfft, yeah right! What kind of story would that be?! Find out what happens between them and what happens with Patrick and Natasha in the, duh duh duh........next chapter!!!
Thanks Alex, you had a great idea. As you can see, I used it! Mwahahahaha, let's see what I do with it now!
~Pete~
I didn't mean to.
I was just so damn angry. Plus, he came over here first.
I went to tuck in Madison at about 9:00, which was an hour after Patrick left.
She kissed my lips and hugged me.
“Good night, daddy!”
I smiled and hugged her back. “Good night, Monkey Maddie.”
She stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed.
“That's not my name daddy. My name is Madison or Maddie.”
“Alright, good night Madison Grace Stump.”
“Good night!”
I shut the door behind me and walked to the living room. I watched TV for a couple of hours, waiting for Patrick and he still wasn't home. At 11:30, I heard a knock on the door. I figured it was Patrick being too lazy to dig out his key.
When I answered it though, it definitely wasn't Patrick.
I walked away from the door.
“What are you doing here, Ryan?”
He walked in and shut the door behind him.
“I'm just here to talk. I don't see why you have to get defensive.”
“Look, Patrick said that he was going to be home at 10:00 and he's not, so I'm a little pissed right now.”
I started straightening up the room, a thing that I do when I'm nervous.
“Well, while he's gone, we can chat. So sit down and relax. Quit cleaning.”
He sat down and motioned for me to sit next to him. I did and Ryan put his hand on mine.
“Pete, I'm really sorry for what happened that one day. I really didn't think I was doing anything wrong, but I now I realize that I was completely wrong for doing something like that.”
He got a little bit closer and leaned into me.
“So, I was wondering,” He said, scooting closer, “Can we start over and be friends? I hate all of this fighting.”
He put on this pouting face that he knew I couldn't resist.
“Alright, we can be friends. But nothing more than that, okay?”
He smiled sweetly. “Of course, nothing more.”
He got up and started to walk upstairs.
“Where are you going?”
“You're giving me a tour of the house, of course!”
I followed him up the stairs.
“You've been in my house before, Ryan. There's nothing new to it.”
He ignored me and slipped into the bedroom.
I followed him in. It was a huge mistake because he then threw me on the bed and pinned me down.
“Ryan, what are you doing? Get the fuck off of me!”
He pressed his lips against mine and forced his tongue in my mouth.
I fought for another 30 seconds, but soon stopped when I started to get into it.
He unpinned me and started kissing me all over my body. He took off my shirt and started to tug at my pants.
When he removed all the clothes off of my body, he quickly took off the clothes off his.
His tongue snaked around my dick and he squeezed.
I wince, but let him continue.
He stuck his tongue in the slit of my penis and I sucked in air as he started to press harder.
I let out a moan, remembering why Ryan was better at this than Patrick.
I felt his teeth graze the surface and then he started to swallow my entire length. His tongue worked around it as he sucked harder.
“Oh, fuck, Ryan.”
He stopped and smirked at me. When he flipped me over, I got on my hands and knees.
He inserted me in one hard, swift motion. I cried out when he pushed deeper and his breathing started to get louder.
He moaned in my ear, “Pete, you feel so fucking good.”
When he reached for my penis, he moved his hand up and down it. I grabbed the edge of the bed, trying not to go insane as he hit my prostate.
I soon heard him let out a moan and I came right after that.
I layed on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Some people may have called it rape, but it's only rape if the person didn't want the sex.
I woke up that next morning at 6:00. I looked around to see that Ryan left.
I got up and stretched.
When I went down stairs, Patrick just walked through the door. I glared at him.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“I was at Natasha's house.”
“Why didn't you call?”
He walked past me to go up the stairs.
“Because I was too tired to.”
I followed him into the bedroom and slammed the door.
“Bullshit. You couldn't have taken less than a minute to call me and tell me?”
“Sorry, I forgot.”
“But you just said that you were too tired to call. Patrick, just tell me what's going on.”
He sighed. “Okay, Natasha came on to me last night. So, I tried to get her away from me, but I gave in.”
I nodded. “Mhm, so you're saying that you and Natasha fucked last night. Yes or no.”
“Yes.”
Just as I was about to say something, Patrick gasped.
“The safe is open.”
He bent down and searched the safe.
“And it's empty. Pete, someone stole our tape.”
I immediately wanted to punch something. I punched the wall and it made a dent.
“Ryan.”
Patrick looked at me confused. “What do you mean 'Ryan'?”
It was my time to confess. “Okay, Ryan came over. He said he wanted to reconcile and be friends. I accepted and then he came on to me. So one thing led to another and we ended up on the bed sweaty and tired.”
Patrick held up one finger. “One, we are washing the sheets,” He held up a second finger. “Two, I'm pretty sure Ryan stole the tape if he was the only one in the room besides you.”
He looked at me. “He was the only one, right?”
“Yes, Patrick. That was it. And I remember glancing over at it last night and it was closed. So, that means I have to kill Ryan.”
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Oh, no. Better keep Pete away from Ryan! Pfft, yeah right! What kind of story would that be?! Find out what happens between them and what happens with Patrick and Natasha in the, duh duh duh........next chapter!!!
Thanks Alex, you had a great idea. As you can see, I used it! Mwahahahaha, let's see what I do with it now!
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