Peter Pan Complex [8/?]
Title: Peter Pan Complex [8/?]
Author:
too_old_to_cry
Rating:R [finally heating up ;)]
Summary: Run, run away, run as fast as you can. Run from your fears, run from your doubts, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run until I find you and save you.
When tragedy strikes Patrick runs, Peter Pan just happens to be the one to find him.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know, DON’T SUE. Based a tad on Disney's Peter Pan.
Authors Note: Pete Wentz thinks in ways my mind, even on it's best days, could even imagine to reach. He has a way of knocking me off my feet with a sentence fragment, a pinch of a thought. He is truly and amazing man. P33t W3ntz [biting_remarks] is an amazing man as well. Lmao
Short Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Bad Dreams And Five-Year-Olds
The things you find on a morning walk.
The three F's; Friends, Food, and…and [unconventional] Family.
Pool parties with Mermaids, Indians, and Lost boys.
Chapter 8:"Problems."
After Bert and I finished talking, we joined the group outside on the porch. The sun was almost completely set now and everyone was out of the pool. Some kids were roasting s'mores and others were running around in Bill's big backyard, while the older kids were huddled under blankets on chairs that circled the fire pit.
I noticed Bill and Travis snuggling under a blanket and saw that every once and a while, Travis would place a small kiss on the slender boy's nose or lips. They seemed perfect; so different, and yet still so right. I wondered if Pete and Matt had ever been that way... cute and cliché. Probably not; it didn't seem like Matt's thing.
"'Trick," Pete waved me over. "Come sit with me."
He gave me that Pete Wentz smile; not the goofy smile he put on we we're joking. The one where his face scrunches up and his teeth shine bright, the classic 'I make you melt' smile. How could I resist such an offer?
I moved the blanket he was under and he spread his arms, intending for me to sit between them; I sat beside him instead.
"Uhm... alright then." He frowned, returning to his conversation with another one of Travis' friends who was sitting with Nicole. The boy was thin with dark brown hair that slightly fell in front of his eyes. "'Trick, this is Eric; he's a friend of Travis."
"It's nice to finally meet you." He said, offering his hand. I gratefully took it; at least one of Pete's friends seemed normal, but everyone seemed to know me and I had never heard of them.
"You too." I said, moving further under the blanket when I caught a cold breeze. Pete's arms were looking pretty warm right about now, and I was half-tempted to let him wrap them around me. Instead I simply shifted closer, hoping he would catch the hint and pull me in.
"Cold?" He asked, trying to hide the smirk that began to pull at the corners of his lips. I rolled my eyes and let him pull me into his arms. He put his head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear. "I had an feeling you wouldn't be able to resist my Wentz-ly charm."
I tried not to let him get to me, holding back the shiver that erupted from his lips brushing my ear. At that moment I had the urge to kiss him.
Why was I feeling this way? Why was this boy I barely even knew making me want these things?
"You're so full of yourself." I finally said, figuring it would be more acceptable than what I actually wanted to do.
"You want me and you know it." He whispered again, making my eyes fall shut in time with the small pulse of heat in my loins.
I could feel and hear and almost taste him breathing into my ear, he was tempting me; he was messing with me. And shamefully, it was working. I could feel the front of my pants tighten, and the tell-tale throbbing begin with each shift of my legs. I knew I would have to get up and find a bathroom soon... or I would have to explain the embarrassing stain on my pants.
He reached one of his hands over the front of me to scratch his shoulder and grazed across the front of my pants, making me twitch quite noticeably. I shot up instantly and headed towards the house at a slow jog. When I got into the kitchen I saw one of Travis' friends going through the fridge.
"Hey, do you know where the bathroom is?" I asked, pulling my shirt down in the front to try and cover my 'issue'.
"Upstairs; the room with the toilet." He said with a smile.
"Thanks." I called on my way through the living room and up the stairs.
I found the room without a problem and quickly shut and locked the door behind me. I leaned up my back against the door and began to undo my belt when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. It was only a moment before there was a tap at the door.
"Uh." I started, almost panicking. "I'll be out in a second."
"'Trick, it's Pete." A familiar voice said. "Are you okay, you kind of ra-"
"I'm fine." I said, cutting him off. "I'll be back down in a second."
"You don’t sound fine." He said. Why the hell would this boy not leave? I felt the doorknob turning back and forth against my lower spine. "Are you sick? Unlock the door, let me in."
"Pete, go away okay?" I said. "I'm fine. I just need a second."
"What's wrong, Patrick?" He was really getting on my nerves now.
Letting my anger overcome me, and forgetting about the 'problem' he had caused, I redid my belt and opened the door. We looked eachother straight in the eyes before his gaze shifted downward to the tent in my pants.
"Oh." He said, scratching the back of his head then flipping his bangs out of his face.
I could feel the deep crimson heat crawl across my face before my attention was soon drawn back to the obvious excitement of my lower section. I turned around quickly and went to shut the door when a foot stopped it.
Pete walked into the bathroom and shut the door himself, shoving me up against it. His lips attached to mine quickly and after the initial shock wore off I began to reciprocate. His hands held both sides of my head, trying to pull me closer, closer.
The kiss ended just as quickly as it had begun and one of his hands left my head. His hand grazed down my side and across my stomach before reaching for my belt buckle and skillfully undoing it. He popped the button after a little bit of difficulty and then smoothly slid down the zipper, sinking his hand into my boxers.
His lips recoupled with mine as he palmed my sensitive member. Goosebumps rose across my skin at his cold touch, his hand working up and down and his thumb grazing over the slit. When he rubbed his thumb right underneath the head, I thrusted forward impulsively.
"Pete." I said breathlessly. I didn't know exactly what I was trying to have him do.
He nodded to show that he understood but he only responded by moving his hand faster. His tongue slided in and out of my slicked lips and I tilted my head back as suddenly, my stomach muscles spasmed. With a mewl, I felt my pleasure reach its highest point and, with a wobble of my knees, I released all over his clenched fist. When I finished, I realized that my mouth was hanging open and my pouted lips were warm with raised blood under their velvet surface. He rested his body against mine for a moment before pulling away completely to search for a towel. His hand smoothly slipped off my limp member, a sticky white trail of cum connecting his pointer finger to the head.
He wiped his hands quietly before throwing me the towel to clean myself up. He fixed his hair in the mirror before sitting down on the closed toilet. I checked my own hair briskly and retrieved my hat from the floor; I hadn't even realized it had fallen off.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn’t help myself." Pete said, looking down into his hands. "I don’t even know what came over me, I just saw you and I don’t know."
I stood there in silence, wanting to tell him how amazing it felt to receive my first hand job, but I couldn’t. I stood there motionless, just staring at him. I was probably making him feel horrible.
All of the sudden, I was the one feeling horrible. Did I actually like that? Why is this boy making me feel this way? I was so confused. Part of me thought it was the most amazing thing in the entire world, and the other part is yelling at me telling me that it was disgusting, vile. I had been beaten up a few times and I had been called gay; I had only thought about it once but I just thought it was a phase.
"You stupid little fag!" He yelled again. Matt Kline's foot met my ribs again as I lay on the ground in pain. I tried to stay as still as I could so that he would think he had knocked me out, but it wasn't working. "You're just a stupid little homo. What makes you think I want you near me? You might try to stick your cock up my ass!"
I clutched my stomach and looked up through tear-filled eyes to see a small group of Matt's friends laughing, calling out names like 'fag' and 'cock sucker'.
"Matt, please stop." I yelled, trying to push his feet away. "Please stop!"
Why the hell weren't there teachers coming to my rescue? Weren't they supposed to break up fights?
Though he had been my best friend back in elementary school, Matt had become a bully when we entered high school. The beatings and name-callings all started when Matt's twin brother Mike, who was gay, started being my friend.
One day, after I slept over at the Kline house, Matt went to school and told everyone that his brother had slept with me, when I had slept on the floor the night before. Mike and I were only friends, he had told me that was all he wanted to be. Thought Mike and Matt looked almost exactly alike, they we two completely different people.
"That’s what you get for taking it up the ass from that freak that lives in my house." He said, driving the toe of his shoe in to my stomach one more time before walking away. The rest of the kids followed him, laughing hysterically.
The gym teacher found me curled up on the floor about five minutes later and helped me to the nurse. When I got home that night, my parents couldn't understand why nice little Matty Kline had laid a hand on me. I didn’t have the heart to tell them what he thought or what I thought might be going on in my own mind.
I guess that’s when I first considered it, but then it was right out of my mind. Mike Kline was nothing more then my friend and Matt Kline was just a homophobic bully. Mike said he had known all of his life that he liked boys and I had only thought about it once a few months ago. I couldn't be gay.
"Pete." I said, my voice not sounding anything like it had a few moments ago.
His head popped up from out of his hands and he stared at me with a blank expression on his face.
"Are you gay?" I asked sitting across from him, on the edge of the tub.
He looked at me for a moment, a little disconcerted, before beginning to speak. "I think so. Actually, I'm pretty sure. What about you?"
"I have no clue." I said honestly. "All I know is that when you whispered in my ear it made me… well, you know. And that there," I smiled. "I liked that, a lot."
I could feel the blush begun to heat up my cheeks as the words left my mouth. He smiled at me and for a second I thought I saw his cheeks blossom with color as well.
"Well, I liked doing that a lot." He said, reaching a hand out and resting it on my outer thigh. "I like you a lot, 'Trick. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot. I haven’t really thought about another boyfriend since... well. That doesn't matter anymore."
"Since Matt?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"How did you know about Matty?" He looked at me, with a questioning expression.
"That day, at whatever that place was. I had seen him in pictures with you and," I said, faltering. "I figured there was something between you two."
He sighed and rubbed his hands together for a few moments. "Matty and I go way back. Remember how I said that every kid that lives with us had a family at one point in time, even me?"
"Yeah?" I replied, more than a little confused.
"Well, Matty and I had been friends since then. Since forever. His family was the family that I left; not mine. I left my family a long time before I ended up in that clearing I call home." He laughed a little, then looked into my eyes. "Do you want to see something I've never shown anyone, not even Matt?"
"Uh, Sure." I voiced, still a little lost.
"Okay, let's go." He got up and took my hand. I laced my fingers in between his and followed him down the stairs. We walked out on to the porch and over to where Nicole and Eric rested. "Can you make sure everyone gets home and into bed? I have something to do."
"You mean someone to do." She said, a hint of anger in her tone.
"Will you do it or not?" He repeated, annoyed.
"Sure, whatever." She said, turning back to Eric.
"Did I not tell you today would change your life?" I heard Bill call as we walked off the porch and on our way to the road in the front. Pete turned and looked back at Will and Travis who were busy laughing overzealously.
"A, Shut up. And B? I'm borrowing your car." Pete called out before we headed to the white convertible.
"Bye Pete, bye Wendy." Travis returned before we pulled out of the driveway.
Author:
too_old_to_cryRating:R [finally heating up ;)]
Summary: Run, run away, run as fast as you can. Run from your fears, run from your doubts, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run until I find you and save you.
When tragedy strikes Patrick runs, Peter Pan just happens to be the one to find him.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know, DON’T SUE. Based a tad on Disney's Peter Pan.
Authors Note: Pete Wentz thinks in ways my mind, even on it's best days, could even imagine to reach. He has a way of knocking me off my feet with a sentence fragment, a pinch of a thought. He is truly and amazing man. P33t W3ntz [
biting_remarks] is an amazing man as well. LmaoShort Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Bad Dreams And Five-Year-Olds
The things you find on a morning walk.
The three F's; Friends, Food, and…and [unconventional] Family.
Pool parties with Mermaids, Indians, and Lost boys.
After Bert and I finished talking, we joined the group outside on the porch. The sun was almost completely set now and everyone was out of the pool. Some kids were roasting s'mores and others were running around in Bill's big backyard, while the older kids were huddled under blankets on chairs that circled the fire pit.
I noticed Bill and Travis snuggling under a blanket and saw that every once and a while, Travis would place a small kiss on the slender boy's nose or lips. They seemed perfect; so different, and yet still so right. I wondered if Pete and Matt had ever been that way... cute and cliché. Probably not; it didn't seem like Matt's thing.
"'Trick," Pete waved me over. "Come sit with me."
He gave me that Pete Wentz smile; not the goofy smile he put on we we're joking. The one where his face scrunches up and his teeth shine bright, the classic 'I make you melt' smile. How could I resist such an offer?
I moved the blanket he was under and he spread his arms, intending for me to sit between them; I sat beside him instead.
"Uhm... alright then." He frowned, returning to his conversation with another one of Travis' friends who was sitting with Nicole. The boy was thin with dark brown hair that slightly fell in front of his eyes. "'Trick, this is Eric; he's a friend of Travis."
"It's nice to finally meet you." He said, offering his hand. I gratefully took it; at least one of Pete's friends seemed normal, but everyone seemed to know me and I had never heard of them.
"You too." I said, moving further under the blanket when I caught a cold breeze. Pete's arms were looking pretty warm right about now, and I was half-tempted to let him wrap them around me. Instead I simply shifted closer, hoping he would catch the hint and pull me in.
"Cold?" He asked, trying to hide the smirk that began to pull at the corners of his lips. I rolled my eyes and let him pull me into his arms. He put his head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear. "I had an feeling you wouldn't be able to resist my Wentz-ly charm."
I tried not to let him get to me, holding back the shiver that erupted from his lips brushing my ear. At that moment I had the urge to kiss him.
Why was I feeling this way? Why was this boy I barely even knew making me want these things?
"You're so full of yourself." I finally said, figuring it would be more acceptable than what I actually wanted to do.
"You want me and you know it." He whispered again, making my eyes fall shut in time with the small pulse of heat in my loins.
I could feel and hear and almost taste him breathing into my ear, he was tempting me; he was messing with me. And shamefully, it was working. I could feel the front of my pants tighten, and the tell-tale throbbing begin with each shift of my legs. I knew I would have to get up and find a bathroom soon... or I would have to explain the embarrassing stain on my pants.
He reached one of his hands over the front of me to scratch his shoulder and grazed across the front of my pants, making me twitch quite noticeably. I shot up instantly and headed towards the house at a slow jog. When I got into the kitchen I saw one of Travis' friends going through the fridge.
"Hey, do you know where the bathroom is?" I asked, pulling my shirt down in the front to try and cover my 'issue'.
"Upstairs; the room with the toilet." He said with a smile.
"Thanks." I called on my way through the living room and up the stairs.
I found the room without a problem and quickly shut and locked the door behind me. I leaned up my back against the door and began to undo my belt when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. It was only a moment before there was a tap at the door.
"Uh." I started, almost panicking. "I'll be out in a second."
"'Trick, it's Pete." A familiar voice said. "Are you okay, you kind of ra-"
"I'm fine." I said, cutting him off. "I'll be back down in a second."
"You don’t sound fine." He said. Why the hell would this boy not leave? I felt the doorknob turning back and forth against my lower spine. "Are you sick? Unlock the door, let me in."
"Pete, go away okay?" I said. "I'm fine. I just need a second."
"What's wrong, Patrick?" He was really getting on my nerves now.
Letting my anger overcome me, and forgetting about the 'problem' he had caused, I redid my belt and opened the door. We looked eachother straight in the eyes before his gaze shifted downward to the tent in my pants.
"Oh." He said, scratching the back of his head then flipping his bangs out of his face.
I could feel the deep crimson heat crawl across my face before my attention was soon drawn back to the obvious excitement of my lower section. I turned around quickly and went to shut the door when a foot stopped it.
Pete walked into the bathroom and shut the door himself, shoving me up against it. His lips attached to mine quickly and after the initial shock wore off I began to reciprocate. His hands held both sides of my head, trying to pull me closer, closer.
The kiss ended just as quickly as it had begun and one of his hands left my head. His hand grazed down my side and across my stomach before reaching for my belt buckle and skillfully undoing it. He popped the button after a little bit of difficulty and then smoothly slid down the zipper, sinking his hand into my boxers.
His lips recoupled with mine as he palmed my sensitive member. Goosebumps rose across my skin at his cold touch, his hand working up and down and his thumb grazing over the slit. When he rubbed his thumb right underneath the head, I thrusted forward impulsively.
"Pete." I said breathlessly. I didn't know exactly what I was trying to have him do.
He nodded to show that he understood but he only responded by moving his hand faster. His tongue slided in and out of my slicked lips and I tilted my head back as suddenly, my stomach muscles spasmed. With a mewl, I felt my pleasure reach its highest point and, with a wobble of my knees, I released all over his clenched fist. When I finished, I realized that my mouth was hanging open and my pouted lips were warm with raised blood under their velvet surface. He rested his body against mine for a moment before pulling away completely to search for a towel. His hand smoothly slipped off my limp member, a sticky white trail of cum connecting his pointer finger to the head.
He wiped his hands quietly before throwing me the towel to clean myself up. He fixed his hair in the mirror before sitting down on the closed toilet. I checked my own hair briskly and retrieved my hat from the floor; I hadn't even realized it had fallen off.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn’t help myself." Pete said, looking down into his hands. "I don’t even know what came over me, I just saw you and I don’t know."
I stood there in silence, wanting to tell him how amazing it felt to receive my first hand job, but I couldn’t. I stood there motionless, just staring at him. I was probably making him feel horrible.
All of the sudden, I was the one feeling horrible. Did I actually like that? Why is this boy making me feel this way? I was so confused. Part of me thought it was the most amazing thing in the entire world, and the other part is yelling at me telling me that it was disgusting, vile. I had been beaten up a few times and I had been called gay; I had only thought about it once but I just thought it was a phase.
"You stupid little fag!" He yelled again. Matt Kline's foot met my ribs again as I lay on the ground in pain. I tried to stay as still as I could so that he would think he had knocked me out, but it wasn't working. "You're just a stupid little homo. What makes you think I want you near me? You might try to stick your cock up my ass!"
I clutched my stomach and looked up through tear-filled eyes to see a small group of Matt's friends laughing, calling out names like 'fag' and 'cock sucker'.
"Matt, please stop." I yelled, trying to push his feet away. "Please stop!"
Why the hell weren't there teachers coming to my rescue? Weren't they supposed to break up fights?
Though he had been my best friend back in elementary school, Matt had become a bully when we entered high school. The beatings and name-callings all started when Matt's twin brother Mike, who was gay, started being my friend.
One day, after I slept over at the Kline house, Matt went to school and told everyone that his brother had slept with me, when I had slept on the floor the night before. Mike and I were only friends, he had told me that was all he wanted to be. Thought Mike and Matt looked almost exactly alike, they we two completely different people.
"That’s what you get for taking it up the ass from that freak that lives in my house." He said, driving the toe of his shoe in to my stomach one more time before walking away. The rest of the kids followed him, laughing hysterically.
The gym teacher found me curled up on the floor about five minutes later and helped me to the nurse. When I got home that night, my parents couldn't understand why nice little Matty Kline had laid a hand on me. I didn’t have the heart to tell them what he thought or what I thought might be going on in my own mind.
I guess that’s when I first considered it, but then it was right out of my mind. Mike Kline was nothing more then my friend and Matt Kline was just a homophobic bully. Mike said he had known all of his life that he liked boys and I had only thought about it once a few months ago. I couldn't be gay.
"Pete." I said, my voice not sounding anything like it had a few moments ago.
His head popped up from out of his hands and he stared at me with a blank expression on his face.
"Are you gay?" I asked sitting across from him, on the edge of the tub.
He looked at me for a moment, a little disconcerted, before beginning to speak. "I think so. Actually, I'm pretty sure. What about you?"
"I have no clue." I said honestly. "All I know is that when you whispered in my ear it made me… well, you know. And that there," I smiled. "I liked that, a lot."
I could feel the blush begun to heat up my cheeks as the words left my mouth. He smiled at me and for a second I thought I saw his cheeks blossom with color as well.
"Well, I liked doing that a lot." He said, reaching a hand out and resting it on my outer thigh. "I like you a lot, 'Trick. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot. I haven’t really thought about another boyfriend since... well. That doesn't matter anymore."
"Since Matt?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"How did you know about Matty?" He looked at me, with a questioning expression.
"That day, at whatever that place was. I had seen him in pictures with you and," I said, faltering. "I figured there was something between you two."
He sighed and rubbed his hands together for a few moments. "Matty and I go way back. Remember how I said that every kid that lives with us had a family at one point in time, even me?"
"Yeah?" I replied, more than a little confused.
"Well, Matty and I had been friends since then. Since forever. His family was the family that I left; not mine. I left my family a long time before I ended up in that clearing I call home." He laughed a little, then looked into my eyes. "Do you want to see something I've never shown anyone, not even Matt?"
"Uh, Sure." I voiced, still a little lost.
"Okay, let's go." He got up and took my hand. I laced my fingers in between his and followed him down the stairs. We walked out on to the porch and over to where Nicole and Eric rested. "Can you make sure everyone gets home and into bed? I have something to do."
"You mean someone to do." She said, a hint of anger in her tone.
"Will you do it or not?" He repeated, annoyed.
"Sure, whatever." She said, turning back to Eric.
"Did I not tell you today would change your life?" I heard Bill call as we walked off the porch and on our way to the road in the front. Pete turned and looked back at Will and Travis who were busy laughing overzealously.
"A, Shut up. And B? I'm borrowing your car." Pete called out before we headed to the white convertible.
"Bye Pete, bye Wendy." Travis returned before we pulled out of the driveway.