In the Studio

"So you wanna?" Pete whispered

Pete was standing infront of me, his lips pressed against my neck and his hands on my hips. As he forced me against the desk. We were in the studio, well..I was in the studio until Pete followed me and forced me into a break.

"Come on, it won't be so bad Trick I promise" Pete pleaded

I just loved that I could make him beg. Slightly smirking, I opened my mouth to talk but Pete pressed his lips on mine. Tongue in my mouth to keep the words from coming out. I humed along to papercuts on the radio in the background. I finally priyed my lips from Petes, he was about ready to peal them off my face.

"I have work to do" I felt Pete's hands tighten on my hips "Sorry Pete, maybe another time?"

"I don't want to do it another time, I want to fuck you right now!" Pete shouted like a 5 year old.

I hushed him, looking around. I know no one's here but I just get so nervous when it comes to us. We've been hiding "us" for a year now and it's hard as hell. It's like forcing a fat kid on a diet, trust me it's hard...I should know.

"Listen, let's do it later okay. I really have to finish up here Pete" I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek.

He pouted and I almost felt bad. Until he pushed his lips on mine again. I don't know what was with him tonight. So needy all of a sudden. My hand went up in his hair, I was losing myself in his lips, in his tongue...I felt Pete's hand in my pants and broke our kiss. Pete moved quickly and wrapped his hand around me. I leaned back, hips forward and head back. Pete got close to and licked the side of my face. Tongue hot and and swiming with saliva. His other hand leaned forward holding onto my hand that rest on the desk. My eyes were closed as I felt myself grow hard in Pete's hand. I suddenly felt Pete pulled back, hand out my pants and lips away from my face. I looked forward at Pete with his hands in his pockets.

"Well, I should go and leave you to finish up then" Pete said looking down.

Is he insane?!

"So your just going to go?" I asked

"Yeah"

"And leave me like this?" I asked, half smirking.

I looked down at my jeans, that were about to fall if my erection was holding it up. Pete looked down smirking.

"Well you got a lot of work to do, Lunchbox. I should leave you to it" He said, simply. Smirk now no where near his face.

Pete and I looked eachother in the eyes for a bit. I knew Pete too well. He just wants me to beg for him to stay, to take care of me. He forgets so often who runs the show here.

"You know what, you're right." Pete's face turned from serious to confused as I took my seat around the desk. "I'll see you later okay"

I gave him a quick peck on the lips and turned to my desk. I could feel Pete standing there. I put on my glasses and headphones and started work. When I turned back around Pete was gone, I worried at first but then just kept cool. I could feel the tip of my dick scratching underneath the desk as I swirved in my seat.

I wonder if my plan just failed...

I felt a tap on my shoulder and knew it hadn't I turned to Pete who had his coat on.

"Did you want me to tell Joe that he had to come in and record his part tomorrow?" Pete asked, doing up his jacket.

"Uh...yeah sure..."

I looked up in Pete's eyes. He looked down at his coat then at my throbing erection through my pants. Only a quick glance he thought I wouldn't notice.

"Okay, Night Patrick"

"Night"

I watched Pete leave the room and closed back the door. I watched the door for a bit. If he really left me here like this I am never talking to him again. 5 mins past and I was really starting to get pissed off. I got up and went over to the door , holding my jeans with one hand while opening the door with the other. Pete was against the wall smiling.

"I fucking knew it.." Pete grinned, stepping forward

"I swear to god Wentz, if you weren't here I would have-"

"I know, I know.." Pete smirked while pushing me into the studio.

He pulled of his coat as I let me jeans drop to my ankles and stepped out of them. He backed me up into the switch boards and I jumped up to sit. He got on his knees, pushing his hand carefully into the slit of my boxers and pulling me out. I silouted like a flag pole and Pete started goofing around..

"I pleadge aligneces to Trick's dick"

"Fuck off and do it alright!" I graoned, while my fingers pressed down on several buttons.

Pete's lips parted and consumed my penis. His mouth hot and warm as his tongue swirled around the head. I mumbled something that sounded smiliar to words and flung my head back. I knew how much Pete loved this, loved putting me in complete defenceless mode. Pete's head began to bobb and my fingers tugged at his dark hair. He moaned, his vioce vibratung around my dick. I tugged harder at his hair as I felt myself gush out and into Pete's mouth. Pete's hands went up to my thighs, under my boxers. He dug his nails into my skin and dragged down to my knees as he licked up what remain of me.

"Fuck...mmmm...Joe.."

Pete stopped and looked up at me. His eyes wide and sparkling with fury.

I've done it now..why the fuck did I say that? Why was I so fucking stupid as to think up Joe's name?

"Joe?" Pete asked softly, while standing up. Lips swollen and wet from is current occupation: Blow job-er. "Did you just fucking say Joe?!" he exploded

"Yes- No, I-I don't know, I was in the moment Pete, It was nothing." I pleaded pulling up my pants and woddling towards Pete who had his jacket on. "It didn't mean anything-"

"I always knew you had a thing for Joe" he growled with anger but his face told me he was more hurt than he thought he could be.

Pete stormed out the studio slamming the door behind him. And I stood there, looking at the door. Slient and horny as fuck.