My Angel

"Gerard?!" Mom exclaimed, eyes widening. She stared at Frank and I, me, naked, pushed against the wall by a 'friend' that she met once, who was (thank god!) fully clothed. She just stood there, staring, blinking. "Fuck my life," I mumbled, slamming my head against the wall, which resulted in an instant terrible fucking headache. I winced at the pain I just caused myself, you know, because like I'm an idiot. "Fuck my motherfucking life." I sighed. "Oh my fucking God, Gerard!" Mom yelled, shaking her head furiously. "Put some damn clothes on, right now! We'll talk about this later!" And with that, she slammed the door. Frank looked over at me, chuckling and blushing. I playfully smacked his arm. "You have a motherfucking deathwish, you ass," I giggled, not caring about the heaps of trouble I was probably in. I just cared about Frank, and if I got kicked out, he'd let me hide in his closet. Then I'd come back for Mikey and kidnap him and keep him with us. I told Frank this, and he laughed. "That's a wonderful plan," he told me, shaking his head and giggling. "I told you to put on some clothes before someone else came home. I warned you. Now you're in trouble." I shrugged, and kissed Frank, before politely and gently pushing him away so I could dress myself. "You're a killjoy," I stated, rummaging through my drawers for a tight pair of skinny jeans I knew I had and if Frank took them, I swore I would not hesitate to bitch slap the fuck out of him. "Yes, but I am a fabulous killjoy," he said matter-of-factly. I just giggled and rolled my eyes. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I rummaged, kissing my neck and pressing himself into the back of my still naked body. "Stop it," I giggled, pushing into the touch of his lips on my neck. Because, maybe I didn't want him to stop. Because, I mean, he's like, hella adorable, and irresistible and shit. I mean, like, damn. "What if I don't want to?" I felt him smirk against my skin. He knows how much shit I'm in already, and if Tobias fucking hears us, well, fucking, he'll kill me and Frank. No lie. "Well, you have to because if you don't and Tobias--" "He doesn't know I'm here, does he?" "Well, no, but--" "Shit, he'll kill you if he finds out I was here. My dad will flip out if he finds out I was here. I gotta go, babe." He quickly kissed my neck and quickly went to the window. "Wait, you're gonna climb out the window? You do know this is the second floor, don't you?" "Of course, but I don't want you to get beat for having me over. I don't want loving me to hurt you." "Be careful, Frankie." "Will do." I quickly threw on some clothes and kissed Frank. He opened the window and put one leg through, then he other, then sat down on the sill, slowly sliding off the edge. He fell. There was a snap. I leaned out the window to find Frank on the ground, clutching his foot and muttering millions of profanities. "Are you okay?!" I asked, leaning out the window a little more. "Fuck! No! I'm not okay, I promise!" "Fuck, what happened?" "I think I broke my foot!" He snapped, irritated and clearly in pain and me, being an annoying little dick didn't even move yet. I finally ran downstairs and out of the house, around to the backyard and found Frank, still clutching his foot. I helped him up and together we stumbled, on our way to the hospital, where we'd spend the rest of Christmas day. - Pete's POV "Pete," Mikey whispered, poking me in the arm. We were in the middle of watching Dawn of The Dead which was close to the end by like 5 minutes and we had just gotten done watching Jaws. Jaws is Mikey's favorite movie, yet he's scared of sharks and large open bodies of water. Oh, the irony. "Pete... Can we watch something else when this is over?" We were at my house so we didn't have a lot to watch because we were always busy. Mom with work and I with school and Mikey. "What about... Breaking Bad?" I asked, smirking. I wasn't sure if Mikey liked Breaking Bad that much since I made him watch so much of it with me. "Just a few more episodes, please? I like Breaking Bad." "I guess," he sighed, turning back to the movie, which had just ended. I got up and put in Breaking Bad. It's hella fucking awesome owning the damn box set so you can just like, watch it whenever. "Hey, Pete, I'm stealing the rest of your coca cola." "Go ahead," I told him, sitting back down on the couch. As he took a sip, I place my hand on his thigh and quickly asked the question I'd been dying to know the answer to. "Hey, Mikey, are we ever gonna have sex?" He choked on the coke and started pounding on his chest. When he could finally breathe again, I noticed a blush creeping onto his face. "Huh?" He spluttered, setting the can down on the table. I looked him in the eyes before pressing play on Breaking Bad. "What did you say?" "I asked if we were ever gonna have sex," I repeated. Hahaha. Repeated. Repeted. That's hilarious. Really. "Are we?" I pressed when he didn't say anything. I laid my hand on his thigh again. Mikey moved my hand off and turned to face me. I raised an eyebrow, then he placed his hand on my thigh. Then he slid it up ever so slowly until it was laying on my crotch. "We could do it now," he said, squeezing just a little in a manner that made my eyes roll up into my head. "That is, if you want to. I'm ready, Pete. I want to have sex with you. Right now." He squeezed tighter. "Really?" I moaned, grabbing onto the couch hella tight, and biting my lip so hard I was sure I drew blood. He moved his hand a little, rubbing me just a little, but just enough to drive me insane. "Yeah." He squeezed again. "Say no more!" I leaped up and grabbed Mikey by the hand and dragged him into my bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed and kissing the hell out of him. I grabbed his crotch and he let out a moan. He started to pull at the hem of my shirt and I took it off in one sweep. I took his off as well, before fully climbing on top of him. I guess he was feeling extra daring, because as soon as I climbed on him, he flipped us over, and pinned me to the bed, eyes full of lust and passion. He planted a kiss on my lips before kissing all over my exposed chest. His lips were warm, and I found myself melting into his touch. He kissed all the was down to my hipbones, not going any lower. I was getting so turned on, and I needed so desperately for him to touch me, I whined. I needed to be touched. And he just looked at me with a killer smirk that said so clearly, "Bitch, you are fucking mine." And fuck, I was being fucking dominated by Mikey fuckin Way. Mikey fuckin Way, for crying out loud! The kid that was as skinny as a toothpick, yet I loved so much, was dominating me, Pete fucking Wentz! And I was letting him! Oh fuck, this is not okay! I'm supposed to be dominating him! But maybe, I didn't really mind it. And eventually, we finally got undressed, and I found myself pinned down by Mikey Way, who just so happened to be inside of me. I was letting profanity after profanity slip my lips. Because well, I was sixteen years old getting fucked by a fifteen year old boy, who was doing a fantastic job for being a virgin, if I do say so myself, and hell yeah, it felt hella fucking good. And maybe I should let Mikey do this more often. -

Notes

if you're on wattpad read the Petekey, Just Off The Key Of Reason by PotatoYoghurt to understand the Breaking Bad joke.