I drove into town. Pete was silent. The car ride was silent. Except the whistling of the wind seeping into the car through the cracked windows. I stopped at a pizzeria Pete once mentioned to me. I went in and bought the famous Chicago styled pizza just for Pete.

It at least put a little smile on his face. Then I drove home. I decided to unpack later. I wanted to make Pete smile. I wanted to make him happy. I turned on the radio. It played some song I had never heard. I tapped my fingertips to the beat against the steering wheel.

Soon enough I was pulling into our driveway. We both walked inside. I said, "Hey hun, why don't you pick out a movie?"

He nodded. In the meantime I got the usual beverages. Orange soda and a beer for him. I walked back into the living room as he was putting in a movie. I asked, "Disney movie intellectual conversation again?"

He nodded and smiled, "The Nightmare Before Christmas this time."

I smiled, "We're gonna sing along aren't we?"

He echoed, "We're gonna sing along."

We started singing along to, "This Is Halloween." I was laughing so hard at Pete. I pulled a slice out of the box. I was sure to get two boxes just in case. I popped off the top of my orange soda bottle. Pete did the same with his bottle. He took a long swig of it. I could tell he just wanted to drink his feelings away.

We sat and watch just as we drank and ate. Pete said, "Isn't it peculiar how Sally means nearly nothing to Jack in the beginning and then somehow by the end they end up together?"

"Isn't that how it is in most movies? Always ending in a happy ending?"

Pete nodded, "Too bad that isn't how life is made out to be. Damn Disney and their high expectations on happiness in this cruel world."

"Doesn't it just make you want to steal the frozen head of Walt Disney in the Disney catacombs?"

Pete chuckled. I was happy that I made him laugh. He asked, "Do you really believe there is such a thing?"

"I don't see a reason not to believe that there isn't a possibility that that could actually have been in accordance to an actual event."

Pete smiled, "Yep intellectual conversation. Where do you suspect the catacombs might be?"

"In the fiery pits of hell. Also known as....Disney World."

Pete laughed even more, "Do you not like Disney World?"

"I never said such a thing as being a child at heart of course I would love Disney World, but I mean fiery pits of hell seemed more effective."

"And right you are." We both laughed.

We returned our attention to the movie. I thought it was almost hauntingly beautiful of our intellectual conversations about simple Disney movies. I didn't see them in any form of simplicity. I saw them all as a complicated piece of artistic madness.

The meaning of and all things regarding Disney movies intrigued me in a way that they have intrigued Pete. I see them in a different sense now. If you have seen any movie with him you would too.

We had the empty boxes of pizzas sprawled on the wooden floorboards. Not the healthiest for eating that much, but maybe the happiest.

Nope definitely not the happiest. Never the happiest, but a content happiness. Pete didn't drink much. Only a bottle. That was a good sign. His head was placed on my lap. I stroked his hair gently as I gazed upon the movie. I still wondered so heavily what the doctor had said to Pete, but I thought it was best not to ask.

I couldn't ask anything that made Pete the slightest upset, I didn't have the heart to do such a thing. He had fallen asleep on my lap. I had to get up so I placed a pillow as a replacement to my thighs. I went into the kitchen. I was overly stuffed still, but I knew Pete liked my cooking so I thought maybe I could bake him cookies.

Sadly I couldn't remember my mother's recipe by pure memory. So I had to give her a call. I stepped out into the backyard so I didn't make too much noise indoors. I waited for the phone to ring. I thought come on mom pick up! She finally did, "Patrick? Honey? Is it really you?!"

I said, "Yes, mother."

She started crying on the other line. "Mom, what's wrong?"

"I just miss you so much, sweetie! How's my little boy? Is he okay in the big city? I haven't talked to you in so long!"

I said in a monotone, "Yes, I'm fine, mom. I miss you too. I called to ask for your peanut butter and chocolate cookie recipe."

She said, "I'll give it to you on one condition."

"And what is that?"

"You come visit me within the next week."

I sighed. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to or not. Then I thought maybe it'll give Pete something to do besides endulging himself in soccer practices with children which is coming up soon too.

I said, "How about tomorrow?"

She squealed, "I can't wait, honey!"

I said, "Mhm. Me either. So can you tell me the recipe?"

She said, "Oh sure!"

She of course had to find it first, but when she finally did I had to go back inside for a pen and paper to write it all down. I whispered, "Okay thanks, mom. See you soon."

I wrote on a separate sheet, "Dear Pete, I went out for some groceries. Be back soon. Love, Patrick xoxo."

I left to the market, hoping Pete stays asleep by the time I get back.

*****

I was pulling the cookies out of the oven now. They smelled delicious. Their scent had already spread throughout the entire house. Pete woke up and walked into the kitchen, "Is that peanut butter and chocolate cookies I smell?"

I nodded and smiled. He was like a little kid in a candy store. He grabbed one, blowing on it, and then taking a large bite out of it. He literally moaned as if he was having an orgasm. Would that be considered a foodgasm? Cookiegasm?

Anyways he really liked them. He exclaimed, "This is the best thing I have ever eaten!"

I laughed, "Mother's recipe. Speaking of mother....we are going to visit her tomorrow."

He choked on his cookie, "What!?"

"Um we are going to go pay my mom a visit tomorrow..."

He swallowed a large chunk of cookie, "Um I'm not sure if I want to go..."

"Why?"

"Not many parents...approve of me."

I laughed and gently trailed my fingertips along his arms, "Is it because of your tattoo filled arms?"

I lifted the hem of his shirt a little while pressing my fingers to the skin, "Your sick tattoo just above your dick?"

My hands moved up to his hair, "Or is it your dark emo looking hair?"

I pressed my lips against his, "The way you kiss?" I bit his bottom lip gently as I pulled away.

His face was expressionless and I loved it. "Oh I know what it is!"

I cupped his bulge, "It's your long length, isn't it?"

I literally took his breath away. He crashed his lips against mine. I said while still gripping his bulge, "You feel pretty hard."

He chuckled, "I wonder why." Then he hungrily kissed me while nibbling on my bottom lip. I said during the kiss, "You know I really need to shower."

He chuckled. It vibrated against my skin. Now that was a feeling. A feeling that made me feel buzzed almost. Pete Wentz chuckling into a kiss, into my mouth. That may make almost no sense at all, but it was the best feeling in the world.

He spoke, "That's funny because I also need a shower."

I opened my eyes and let go of his kiss. His eyebrows flicked up as in a "if you know what I mean" kind of look. I smiled, "What are you inferring?"

"Save water, let's shower together."

I smiled even more and kissed him. We started pulling off each other's clothing and stumbling into the bathroom. That's when it hit me. We were about to do exactly what I wished we could've done on the first day being here, the day I met Pete.

*Again this part is not being spoken out loud and again you won't understand what I mean yet, but you will by the end of the story. So yeah it's about to get rated R up in here haha. Enjoy.*

He pulled my shirt over my head and I pulled his over his head. He stopped for a moment and stared at me before pulling down my pants. I nodded to assure him to go on. He pulled the zipper down with his teeth and it was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced.

I kicked my pants to the side as he slowly pulled down my boxers. He was teasing me, but I wasn't playing. When he was done I quickly removed his pants and boxer briefs from his legs. He scrambled through a drawer until he found some lubricant. I honestly didn't think we were actually going to fuck in there, but I was fully ready nonetheless.

I started the water to a hot steamy shower and indeed it was a hot and steamy shower. Pete and I stepped inside. Right away we got down to business. He slathered his fingers in the familiar strawberry lubricant. Why strawberry? I don't even know or care at this point.

Then it also occurred to me that this will be the second night in a row we are having sex. I was 110% okay with that.

I wanted to pleasure him, but he really got a kick out of doing it to me and I was alright with that too. One of his fingers pressed into me. The cold sensation was a huge contrast to the hot water. He pushed in and out repeatedly. Then added a second finger. There was no where to grip except the top of the shower that was only a few inches above my head. It was like a ledge that I held onto.

The third finger inserted into me. "Oh fuck, yes," escaped from my wet lips. Water ran down between us. He pulled them out. He probably didn't even have to do it because I wasn't as tight as yesterday, but I enjoyed it anyways. Pete aligned his dick to my entrance. He asked, "Should I put on a condom?"

I turned to him with my eyebrows raised as a "are you fucking kidding me?!" face. He laughed. He got a kick out of that. Then he pushed in with the lubricant on his length. He pushed in full force. "Holy fuck..."

He repeated that same motion three more times and yes I was counting. Then he went in only halfway, but his speed quickened. My hands gripped the wall even tighter, but it wasn't helping since that was acrylic so it didn't help with my already slippery hands.

I didn't know what to grip anymore, but myself. I started pumping my cock in unison to Pete's repeatedly pushing in and out. Pete's hands held on my inner thighs, so close to my hard on. I could swear my speed increased faster than his. That's when he went in full blast. In and out, in and out, in and out. Hitting my one spot every time. His full length was inside of me. Right when I was about to come I said, "So close..."

That's when he stopped. He even held my hands to stop me from pumping. He pulled out completely. What was he doing?! He turned me around and kissed me. In the same swift motion, he started pumping me himself. Then turned me back around to do both. His lips kissed, sucked, and nibbled on my neck. My hands moved behind me to Pete's ass and I gripped it as I came right into his hands.

I watched it go down the drain. I felt so good right now. Pete didn't come yet. He was still at it, but I turned around. I said, "Let me try something."

I turned him around and grabbed the lubricant. I took a deep breath. I can do this. I dipped my fingers into it. I memorized his actions. I pushed one finger in and continually pushed it in and out. I used my knuckle searching for his one spot. I pushed a second finger in. Pete was already pumping himself. I said, "Hey dude, how am I supposed to do this if you're already getting started without me?"

He laughed and said in between pumps, "I...can't...help...it." I didn't even use a third finger, I went straight in.

All the way in. He straight up moaned so loudly it could've been mistaken for a scream, "Oh Patrick!"

I pushed in and pulled out. I repeated the same action over and over. I may have done this once years ago with a female, but it was amazing to do it with a male, especially if that male was Pete Wentz.

I wrapped my arms around his toned body to pump for him. I hadn't even noticed that he already came. He was breathing heavily while gripping the pole that held the shower curtain. Then he came again, but I kept going. He said, "Holy hell. Patrick Fucking Stump."

I went until I came into him a second time. In that exact moment he came again too. Pete-3, Patrick-2. But I think technically I win since it was because of me. We breathed heavily and then kissed each other.

We were so out of breath. Pete exclaimed, "Patrick, I think it's official."

"What's official?"

Pete said inbetween a kiss, "That I fucking love you, you are a sex god, and I want to fucking marry you."