Dirty Doesn't Even Begin to Cover My Secrets

“It’s not going to fit, Pete, you’re fucking delusional –”

“Ah ah ah, the clothes don’t fit you, you make the clothes fit, c’mon, sucking in those fats. Jesus, this is why we do not advocate drinking human foods, look at this chub,”

“Oh shut up! I am sucking it in, who the fuck wears leather pants? Oh wait! You do!”

“You are such a bitch, why don’t you stop and think about who’s trying to help you get with the good crowd in the human school system? Yeah, that’s what I thought, so try harder goddamnit.”

“I’m trying! I’m fucking sorry I’m not Mikey, God knows you would have experience dressing him, you guys are like prepubescent girls – ”

“Do I have to gag you, Gerard Way? Cos obviously,” Pete yanked roughly at the waistband stuck around Gerard ass, “YOU ARE NOT SUCKING HARD ENOUGH.”

“Oh, hello.”

Gerard jumped, causing the pants to slide back down on his awkwardly white thighs. Getting dressed by the one and only Pete Wentz was a scarring experience by itself, but getting caught off guard (what kind of vampire does the even happen to?) by a human with sharp, mischievous eyes and pants that looked almost as tight as Pete’s was by far one of the most terrifying things in the world. Gerard placed both hands over his junk.

Pete grinned up at the human and Gerard watched in horror as the other man wore a matching smile. He squeaked when the human sent a cheeky gaze up and down Gerard body and a wink at Wentz, the fucker. Pete stood up from his place on the floor and threw his arms around the human, laughing and attempting to wrap both of his legs around his waist. The human cupped his hands over Pete’s ass and playfully bit into the fertile’s neck.

Gerard didn’t know what the fuck he was supposed to do. The smell of human blood was overwhelming and Pete was just having a cuddles and hugs and Gerard was partially naked and what the fuck was this.

“I think little Gee’s a bit spooked,” Pete simpered, staring down the human with glimmering emeralds. “Should we enlighten him?”

“Nah,” He whispered, as if Gerard couldn’t hear him, which wasn’t true, at all, “Keep ‘em stupid, I always say.”

Gerard was offended to say the least, more than ready to announce to the world (or to these two people sharing the current space in which Gerard was bottom half-naked, yeah) that he could in fact hear every word they were saying. He wasn’t at all welcoming to the notion of being the butt of a joke, especially when not even five seconds earlier, Pete Wentz, of all people, was telling him he wasn’t sucking hard enough.

Also, who the fuck was this guy and why is getting a free peepshow of his nuts?

Pete planted a sloppy peck on peeping tom’s cheek and punctually jumped off his person. He turned to flash a blinding rat-genuine smile in the way of his buddy-buddy and twisted back around to where Gerard was scowling. More than a little disheveled and unbalanced with his leather pants held tight and uncomfortable around his pasty thighs, Gerard eyed the human with slight distain. There wasn’t much space in the dressing room to begin with and the added person made this affair just – why.

Pete slid around Gerard like the snake he was. “Gee,” He set his greasy manicured hands on Gerard shoulders, “This is Frank.”

Frank gave the dirtiest look in Pete’s direction. “Pete.”

“Frank.”

“Pete, you are the worst fertile vampire I have ever met.”

Pete smiled. “Frank, you have homosexual crushes on most adolescents.”

Frank gasped. “You injure me.”

“You’re a finger fucker, Tre.” Pete nudged Gerard sock-clad foot with his sneaker. “I’m screwing with ya, Gee. This is the one and only ‘Tre Cool’ and part time drummer, full time landlord for the one and only you. Oh, and Mikey. Can’t forget, Mikey.”

Tre wiggled his index finger and held out his hand toward Gerard. “Don’t have to smell it, just shake it.” Gerard, aversely, shook the finger fucker’s hand. Pete clapped, eyes a jell belly green. Tre made everything so much better by adding “Nice boxers.”

Gerard tardily recalled the bright yellow underwear with batman decal he slipped on today. He turned a nice shade of red. “Uh… can you…” He choked out.

“Nope. “ Tre took a seat on the bench, making himself right at home. Pete’s hand were grasped firmly on the waistband of those goddamned pants, winding Gerard as he attempted to heft the material up his body. “Oooh, leather.” Tre’s eyed Gerard’s ass. “Ris-kay.”

Gerard gave up. “Oh shut the fuck up.”

Notes

4/4!

I'll HOPEFULLY be back in a couple weeks...high school is fucking hard, guys, all this pressure into all this extra shit on top of your other shit and fucking shit fuck. I'm going to fail art. ART.

Anyways, I love you all, you inspire me to do things and not just meld into my bed. That's fucking amazing,guys, good work. Thank you so, so much.

-S

P.S. - You are never alone. At any given moment there are approximately 5 ghost butts in contact with your person. You are never alone.