Trail 1/1
Title: Trail
Summary: Patrick screws up and dwells on it too much.
Author: gascansandmatch
Disclaimer: I do not own Pete or Patrick, or anyone else in Fall Out Boy.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: It's short, and kind of random.
Looks like I've really screwed up this time.
Big time.
I have just lost my virginity to a guy whom I met three and a half months ago.
I lost my virginity to Pete Wentz.
Who is five years older then my underage ass.
And there is no way to fix this, unless I find a time machine in the next, lets say, twenty minutes.
And that is not going to happen sadly. Though I do have the urge to check under the bed and in the closet, just in case. I have recently noticed that Pete likes to keep some of the strangest things.
Like a beer bottle from the first 'gig' we ever played.
Because he is a pack rat.
And he likes to bite, just like rats do, as well.
Only he wasn't biting me because he was hungry. Or because he was just a really mean and vicious sewer rat that wanted to give me the deadly disease that was being held in his saliva.
Pete was biting me because he feels that biting is a great and sensual form of foreplay. I on the other hand not so much.
But it is too late to think about that now.
Because, at the moment, I have a trail of bite marks leading from my lips all the way down to my hips.
Summary: Patrick screws up and dwells on it too much.
Author: gascansandmatch
Disclaimer: I do not own Pete or Patrick, or anyone else in Fall Out Boy.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: It's short, and kind of random.
Looks like I've really screwed up this time.
Big time.
I have just lost my virginity to a guy whom I met three and a half months ago.
I lost my virginity to Pete Wentz.
Who is five years older then my underage ass.
And there is no way to fix this, unless I find a time machine in the next, lets say, twenty minutes.
And that is not going to happen sadly. Though I do have the urge to check under the bed and in the closet, just in case. I have recently noticed that Pete likes to keep some of the strangest things.
Like a beer bottle from the first 'gig' we ever played.
Because he is a pack rat.
And he likes to bite, just like rats do, as well.
Only he wasn't biting me because he was hungry. Or because he was just a really mean and vicious sewer rat that wanted to give me the deadly disease that was being held in his saliva.
Pete was biting me because he feels that biting is a great and sensual form of foreplay. I on the other hand not so much.
But it is too late to think about that now.
Because, at the moment, I have a trail of bite marks leading from my lips all the way down to my hips.