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Chapter 47-

~Patrick~
Wedding, wedding, wedding.

That was the only thing that went through my mind as the days past. I wanted to get it all planned as fast as I could, but it was taking longer than expected. There was just so many things that I over looked. From the silverware to the color of the invitations... I had lotof work to do.

I was sitting in the living room, looking through the tux magazines, when Pete came in, the only one home on a Saturday afternoon besides me.

“Hey, how's everything going?” he sat down, looking over my shoulder.

I kept flipping through the pages, each tux not quite what I wanted. “Oh, just picking out the tuxes. I got the wedding invitations pretty much planned out and I know that I want white cake.”

I turned to the next page and the tux on it caught my eye. It was plain black with a white shirt, just like most. But what struck me was the solid red silk tie that hung from the model's neck. It was so simple, and yet I felt like it was exactly what we needed.

“What about this one?” I asked, showing the picture to Pete. He grinned, putting his arm around my shoulders.

“I love it, I knew you'd pick out something I'd like,” he said, kissing my sideburns. His lips soon made their way to my neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, getting engulfed in the wonderful feeling of Pete's satin lips on my skin.

He moved to my lips, nibbling on the bottom one, before he slid his sweet tongue into my mouth. I moaned into his mouth, pushing away. “Pete, I really need to at least pick out the cake and make an appointment for our tux fittings, and I have to pick out th-” Pete pressed his finger on my lips.

“Patrick, you've been working so hard all day. It's time you took a little break,” then he returned to the same spot on my neck, sucking a little harder. His tongue ran along my jaw line, making me forget the book that was in my hand. His mouth found mine in desperation as he ran his hands up my shirt, playing with my nipples. They started to harden under his playful touch, especially when he tugged on them slightly.

His hands found their way to the hardened fabric of my jeans, which twitched in response when he began to massage it roughly. It grew bigger to the point that my cock was screaming to be released of it's confines.

“Uhm, maybe I should leave,” said a small voice. We snapped our heads up to see none other than Madison in the door way. She seemed to catch us at the worst times.

I shook my head, pushing Pete away. “No, it's fine, sweetie, we were just wrestling.”

She rolled her eyes, sitting herself down on the couch. “Daddy, I know everything. Natasha told me what you guys really do at night.”

I made a mental note to myself to kill Natasha later. I smiled, pretending that I didn't know what she was talking about. “And what do we do?”

“Daddy, do I have to spell it out for you?” She whined.

I coughed. “Do you know how to spell?”

I got another eye roll from the girl who was beginning to act more like Pete everyday. “Yes, I can spell. Fine, it's,” she climbed up on my lap, cupping her hands around my ear. “S-E-X.”

My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. I was sure that Natasha thought up a good lie or something. I definitely had to kill her. “Wow, uh, you really do know how to spell! Who taught you?”

“Natasha,” she said, smiling.

Figures. It seemed like Natasha was taking over our role as parents. We did try to teach her the alphabet once... it didn't work so well, considering that she was only two months old. We probably should've tried it again, huh?

“Now, what did you need, anyway?” I asked, changing the subject.

She took a lock of my hair, twirling it around her fingers. And of course, she brought out her puppy dog stare, knowing that I would give in no matter what it was. “I need new clothes.”

I sighed in relief. I thought it would be something much worse. “Oh, okay, but daddy's busy right now. Maybe later.”

She crawled off my lap and into Pete's, also playing with his hair. “Dad, I need new clothes. Could you take me to the mall?”

He shook his head in disbelief, laughing. “You are the only four year old kid I know that actually wants clothes. Sure, kid, why not? Go outside and I'll be there in a minute.”

She skipped off, her pony tail bouncing behind her.

“Well, I better go. She'll come back in here if I'm not out soon,” he sighed, lifting himself from the couch.

I kissed his lips softly. “Okay, have a good time,” I said, as he walked towards the door. He looked back at me, smiling.

“We'll continue this later,” he said with a wink before he left, shutting the door behind him. My stomach tied in knots, though I wasn't sure why. It's not like we hadn't done it before. But, yet, it still happened every time at the mention of sex with him, my heart racing faster than normal. I shook my head, freeing myself of those thoughts to concentrate on the several wedding books in front of me.

~~~


Pete came home a few hours later, arms full with bags from all different stores. Madison was behind him, carrying one small bag. I laughed.

“So, have a good time shopping?” I said, amused. He glared at me as he dropped all of the bags on the floor with one big thump. He sat down on the couch beside me, stretching out. His eyes shut, his breathing evening out.

“I... am... so tired. That girl can shop like nobody's business.”

I laughed, sitting down next to him after I put Madison's stuff on the table. “It looks like you guys had quite a day.”

He groaned. “Oh, believe me, we did.” I leaned in and whispered in his ear, making sure Madison couldn't hear. “Are we still on for tonight?”

His facial expression turned from pure agony to amusement. All he did was nod, a grin plastered to his face.

~~~

When Pete got in bed, his hair was still wet from being washed, making him look absolutely stunning. Not that he ever isn't beautiful. Don't get me wrong, he's always gorgeous. But there was just something about that night.

I could smell the fresh soap on his soft skin. I put my face into the crook of his neck and breathed in, taking in his smell. The smell of Pete that I couldn't even describe. Something about it was comforting, like all I had to do was smell him and all my troubles were gone. Most of the time, it worked.

His arms wrapped around me, his hands resting on the small of my back. I slowly starting kissing and licking at his flesh, tasting his familiar and oh so delicious taste. I wanted to experience all five senses tonight. All five senses of Pete. He moaned, his voice vibrating against my lips.

Another thing I loved about him. His voice. The sweetest sound I've ever experienced. Not even my favorite music could beat the moans that escape his lips. Not even close.

My hands wandered over his smooth chest, it softer than the finest silk. His skin was always baby smooth, and it felt good underneath my hands, especially under my tongue. My lips traveled down his collar bone to his chest, stopping to nip and suck at his nipples. They grew hard under my touch and I moved down to his boxers, the one thing that was keeping me from his already hardened cock. Before I removed them, I took mine off quickly, pushing them off the bed. I then slowly removed his, pulling them off his legs and onto the floor.

My mouth watered with delight as I swallowed him whole, my lips almost touching the base. He moaned almost musically as I let his length slide in and out of his mouth. His hips jerked forward when I clenched my mouth around him, almost making me gag. I took my mouth off of him to catch my breath. But before I could taste him again, Pete stopped me and ordered me to get on my back. I obeyed, laying myself amongst the pillows.

His hands went between my legs spreading them out farther on each side. He kissed the inside of my thighs, caressing them gently with his finger tips. I shuddered when I felt two slick fingers insert me, pushing my hips slightly upward to get them in deeper. He spread his fingers out, stretching my opening as far as it would go. I cried out with pleasure, the intenseness taking over me. After he pushed them in and out a few more times, he replaced them with something much larger. I let out a low moan as he pushed in and out of me slowly. After I got used to his size, he quickened his pace, but still was as gentle as ever.

There was something different about that night. The usual “faster” and “harder” were replaced with words like “yes” and “right there”, if there were any words at all. We understood each others needs for the first time, not needing to say anything. Most of the noises that filled the room were moans and grunts of satisfaction, the only noises we seemed to need. Even when I was about to cum, I didn't have to say so. He automatically increased his speed and adjusted to hit my prostate, making me let loose quickly. I pushed up against him even after I was finished, trying to help him cum, which he did shortly after I did.

We collapsed on the bed, out of breath, holding each other closely. My hair stuck to my face with sweat and I was sure my face was bright pink. Pete looked beautiful, a rosy glow covering his cheeks. His hair remained almost exactly the same, but also covered in sweat. Our lips met clumsily in the darkness, wrapping our arms around each other tighter. He kissed my lips until they were swollen and pink, though his kisses were soft and sweet. I clenched his hair in my fist as I kissed back with more force than Pete, as if I were never to see him again. I pressed my body as much as I could up against him, making it so there was no space between us. Five minutes later, Pete pulled away, his concerned eyes meeting mine. “What's wrong, babe?” he asked me. His fingers came back wet when he touched my cheek. I didn't realize I'd been crying. But how could I when I had no reason to?

I shook my head, wiping my tears away. “Nothing, I don't know why I'm crying.” He frowned, not satisfied with my answer.

“Patrick, just tell me. I really want to know,” he pleaded, stroking my hair that was still soaked in sweat.

“I swear, there's nothing wrong,” I insisted, but then I knew. “There's nothing wrong at all. I was crying because I'm just so happy. Pete, you make me feel so... special. Earlier, I felt like I was the only thing in the world that matters.”

He stroked my cheek and I knew I had started crying again. “That's because you are the only thing in the world that matters. To me, anyway. I love you... so much.”

I looked into the eyes of my lover, the only person in this entire world that ever gave a damn about me. And I smiled, tears still sliding down my cheeks. It was a small smile, but it was enough to get a small smile on Pete's face as well. We stayed that way for a few minutes before I dared to break the silence.

“Thank you,” I said, barely above a whisper.

“For what?” He asked.

I grasped his hand, holding it firmly in mine. “Thank you for staying with me... even after all that has happened.” My lips grazed the back of his hand.

He forced out a laugh. “No, thank you for staying with me. I don't even want to think about how many times I've cheated on you.” He lowered his head in shame when he said this and when his eyes finally met mine, I could see the pain that lie beneath them. They reflected how I felt when I cheated on him. Pain, anger, and just pure shame. I didn't want either one of us to feel that way ever again.


“I love you. So much. I don't know what I'd do without you. Even if you are a dick.”

He grinned, putting his forehead against mine. “I love you, too, Trick.” My small smile turned into a grin that mirrored Pete's. I knew we'd be together forever.

Pete's arms wrapped around me as soon as I finally laid my head down. I turned around to face him so I could put my arms around him. He was warm, sweat still fresh on his skin from our love making. We said goodnight, and I gave him a kiss that would've last forever if I hadn't pulled away.

I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over me. But before I fell asleep, I heard Pete say my name. I reluctantly opened my eyes. “Yeah?”

“Could you sleep on your back so I can lay my head on your chest?”

I blinked. “Why?”

“Because,” he replied. “your chest feels more comfortable than this pillow... and your heart beat helps me sleep at night.”

I let my lips brush his before I rolled over on my back. He moved over, gently laying his head on my chest.

“Another thing. Your chest is much warmer than my pillow,” he said with a yawn.

I laughed, putting my arm around his back. “Good night, Pete.”

“Good night, Trick.”

There was no interruptions after I closed my eyes for a second time. Nothing but the sound of Pete quietly snoring on my chest. I fell asleep quickly. I had a long day.
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Sorry guys... I really didn't think it had been that long. I've just been... well, lazy and busy, as usual. And, of course, I have another story I'm working on called Everyone Loves An Underdog (That's a clue for you to read it, fuckers. ;]) I'm too lazy to reply back to all that reviewed... sorry, guys, haha. Besides, it's 12am on a school night.

Oh, before I go, I was wondering if anyone was excited about the Moustachette film, staring Patrick Stump (also written and directed by him), Pete Wentz, and Ryan Key from Yellowcard. I've seen the trailer and it looks AWESOME. Patrick looks great with a moustache. ;) Here's the link to the trailer if you haven't seen it yet. http://moustachette.com/blog/

I promise, once school's over, there will be a LOT more chapters coming your way. I love you all. Peace, love, and Patrick.