It's been two weeks since I have moved in with Pete. I've never been happier. I've never been happier to eat home-cooked meals every night or to watch a Disney movie with such a high intellectual review on it by Pete. Even with tending to his garden, I loved every second of it.

Today was the first day of his soccer lessons. It was at Edison Park. A little far from home, but a big open area for the sport.

I felt like a soccer mom. I cut up oranges for all the children after practice. I even brought juice and healthy chips for them to munch on. I sat on a lawn chair with my sunglasses and baseball cap on. I watched Pete intricately. The sick moves he could do with a soccer ball was phenomenal, but I did often catch myself staring at his ass in those soccer shorts. Dayum.

I noticed there was only one little girl here. She was being excluded from the boys by the boys. Pete kept urging her to join in, but a group of three boys kept taunting her saying she couldn't play soccer because she was a girl.

That pissed me off.

I ran to her side. First I yelled at the boys. It took every fiber in my body not to swear at the children. "Don't you dare speak to her that way. She can do everything you can do. She could be even better than you. If you exclude her one more time during this, all three of you are going to sit out for the rest of practice. Now go run along and listen to Pete for the first soccer drill."

They were about ten years old. One looked as if he was about to cry when all three scurried along towards Pete. I didn't care. They deserved more than what I said to them. I kneeled down beside the little girl about the same age as them. I said, "Don't let anyone try to convince you that you can't do anything because you're female. Start a band, write a book, be a doctor, change the world."

She hugged me. She was a precious little thing. She whispered, "Thank you, sir. Have a lovely day."

I smiled as she ran over towards Pete. I walked back over to my lawn chair. I enjoyed the view. The view of a little girl kicking ass at soccer against all the boys who think they are much superior than her. They aren't as superior as the skyscrapers in downtown Chicago or as superior as men of this age think they are. Times have changed. Women have changed this world just as much as the men. The men will never be as superior as they believe. They need to be put in their place.

It was break time for practice now. Pete jogged over to me. He kissed my cheek. I asked, "What was that for?"

He smiled, "I know what you did for Rosaline."

I shrugged, "Just doing what I think is right and just."

He chuckled, "Patrick Stump you are such a feminist."

I rolled my eyes while laughing. The children ate their snacks. I was normally a big fan of kids, but these...these were rich little snotty ass kids who ate like sticky little pigs. Disgusting. Except the little girl, Rosaline. Who ate politely beside me with a napkin.

We were chatting for a little bit about comics. She seems like a huge tomboy. According to her we are now "besties." I laughed. She was pretty adorable. Pete commented, "So you made a new friend?"

I chuckled, "I guess so."

He smiled, "Do you mind if I borrow her for the rest of practice?"

I nodded and waved bye to her as she walked with Pete towards the field. What a precious soul she was. Pete even more precious when he picked her up and set her on his shoulders. I watched carefully as the children played and Pete taught them. He was so great with kids.

I sat there observing from afar the practice until it ended. Rosaline was the first to leave. She ran up to me for a hug and I hugged her back. Pete walked over to me, taking my hand, "So what do you want to do for the remaining time of the day?"

I shrugged, "Did you want to stay in again?"

He laid in the grass, "Nah. We always stay in. Let's go out and do something."

I laid beside him, "Like what?"

He shrugged. Then suggested, "Do you want to go on our adventure again? But this time spend the night there?"

I laid on his chest, "That sounds perfect to me."

All of the kids had been picked up so we were able to leave. We went straight home for supplies. For food, we had brought the easiest things we could make with a campfire. Such as hotdogs and s'mores. He said he was going to bring a tent and a blow up mattress.

We had quite a bit to pack. I packed my swim trunks, just in case of a night swim. Also a bunch of blankets. We just kept piling the necessities we thought we needed in the trunk of the car. Many "necessities" weren't quite as necessary.

Finally, we set on our adventure. The little adventure that I still remember perfectly. It's the little things that counts the most. The smaller memories that extend into bigger and more sentimental ones.

I sat beside him in his car. My hand lingered from his forearm to his hand. Our fingers automatically attached and weaved through each other. I would always do that. Just as Pete would always ask if I minded whenever he did something. I really never minded. I enjoyed every waking moment with him. I even enjoyed the ones in my dreams that have ceased to happen yet.

Of course it wasn't long before we reached the creek. I asked Pete, "Should we give a name to our special place?"

"Adventure Creek?"

I kissed his cheek. I liked it, the name. A little cheesy, but I still liked it. We started unpacking all of the items on a flat area of land. Not too close to the creek, but also not too far away.

I kissed his lips before setting everything up. His taste lingered in my mouth. The taste of his spearmint gum and a hint of bittersweet alcohol he enjoyed while we packed the car.

I licked the roof of my mouth, still tasting him. Searching for any remaining piece of him that I can get. I will never forget his taste. Or his smell of musky cologne, soap, and sometimes alcohol. Even more occasionally would be the scent of menthol cigarettes. In which he only did when he was deeply depressed, stressed, or obsessed.

He was an intriguing human, my human. I liked his little quarks. Like the way he made coffee. He would add a small amount of sugar to the black essence and then some into his hand to lick clean. I thought it was adorable and childish all at once. I loved when he acted childish though so it was alright. I also loved when he was being sophisticated.

He was in the middle of setting up the tent and I was organizing things when my mind starts trailing off. I have an apt for trailing off often. Pete was the only one who liked it, hell he encouraged it!

I had come to the point in my life where I never believed love existed. I believed I would never experience the unfathomable essence of love. Times had changed since I met Pete. Call it what you will: love at first sight, fate, destiny, but I know in my heart it was meant to be either way. Everyone only finds their special someone once in a lifetime. I don't mean some fluzy hook-up, but rather real love. Unconditional love that you would do anything and everything for that person. I would take a bullet for him. Even if he was behind the trigger. I am ineffably and unconditionally in love with Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III. He is the love of my life. Soul mate, if you will. I would never want someone else because no one else could ever be as great as him. No one would ever lead up to my unbelievably high expectations of possibly being greater than that of Pete Wentz.

He asked me, "Hey Pattycakes, what're you thinking about?"

I smiled, "You as always."

He walked slowly over to me. He had successfully put up the tent. He passionately kissed me with his hands wrapped and gripped around my hip bones. The kisses weren't even the best part about him. Although he was and I exaggerate none when I say he is the best kisser in the history of ever.

I loved him and his personality. His looks were just a bonus. He was nonetheless completely and utterly perfect or at least perfect for me. Even on his bad days I didn't love him any less. I comforted him and sang to him, making things all better. I was like a mother's kiss to a crying child who had just fallen and gotten a boo boo. I was the band-aid to Pete's hurting self and I loved it. Not him hurting, but I like feeling wanted and needed to someone. In school, I was just the quiet kid that no one noticed was even there, invisible was like a middle name for me.

Pete snapped his fingers attempting to regain my attention. I said, "Hey."

He smiled, "What would you like to do first, babe?"

I smiled at the way he spoke, but shrugged. "Well Pete, I'm sure you have some sort of agenda formed in your mind. Why don't we follow that?"

He chuckled, "And right you are, Pattycakes. First we finish setting up. Next we can go swimming for a bit. Afterwards we shall eat. In between all that we could play with the soccer ball I brought or go on a walk or even climb one of these beautiful oaks."

I smiled, "Perfect plan."

We started with finishing unpacking our items. We had brought quite a bit for a possible one night adventure. It didn't make a difference to me. I didn't really mind it. Only because each time Pete passed by me he would make some excuse for physical contact. Or even doing some thing that is going to make my eyes glance at him.

For example: I was setting out the food, but not in the open just the cooler. Pete was playing with the soccer ball. He then "accidentally" kicked it towards me and he went to pick it up, but by bending down so his butt was against my crotch. Not only could I not just stare at that fine piece of ass, but it was also against me. I'd be lying if I said it didn't get me a little hard..

Another example: Pete and I were setting up the blow up mattress. He tried it out to see if it was blown up enough by pulling me on top of him to see if both of our weights were enough. We sunk right down to the bottom and forcing us to be close to one another. Our bodies were touching completely and I struggled to stand up, but failed. I laid on top of Pete and I basically had to straddle him just to attempt to stand up. He didn't mind of course. Neither did I in that matter, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to have sex out in the open where possible animals could be watching since no people actually come here.

Of course that's not why... I was just nervous. I wasn't a virgin though, but of course that was when I was 15 with my mother's co-worker's daughter. I still regret doing it. I wish I would have saved myself for someone special instead of fucking in her driveway inside her mom's car...

I stood up regardless. I took my clothes into the tent and I changed. I had to squat to do so since the tent wasn't big enough for someone to stand up inside. I put on swim trunks. He did say when we were done unpacking we could go swimming so I'll take him up on that offer.

I walked out to Pete changing, out in the open. No shame there or anywhere in that man. I loved it. I wrapped my arms around him and placed a long lingering kiss to his neck. The reddened area resulted in an intended hickey. I smiled as I let go, but Pete caught my wrists and pulled me back to him. He wrapped my arms back around his body. I rested my chin on his shoulder.

He wasn't changed yet. Only in his boxers. I loved these boxers. They were tight around his butt and made it look very firm and perfect. I whispered, "Wanna go for a swim?"

His body shifts, "Only if we don't leave each other's holds."

"Deal."

I ran down the way barefooted. The rubbery grass was warm against my feet. The ground was solid and not squishy with mud. The sun shone through the trees creating speckles of light across the grassy landscape. Everytime I stepped on those speckles the light blinded me. At that point I wished I had a pair of sunglasses and hoped for the non-existing pair I don't own was sitting in the seat of the car waiting for me. Unfortunately, there isn't one in the car and I am not fortunate enough to even own a pair.

I jumped right into the water as soon as I reached the edge. Pete has really brought out the reckless side of me that I never knew existed. The cool water trickled from the tips of my hair and down my back, sending chills up my spine. Although, it was very refreshing, yet quite cold to what the summer weather has gotten me immune to.

I still enjoyed it nonetheless. Pete scrambled to the edge. He was now wearing swim trunks that hung loose around his waist. It exposed everything. His bronze body covered in graphic tattoos. His body compared to mine as a six pack of hard bottles of beer. Mine was much like a six pack of vanilla pudding that wasn't sold in as much popular quantity than that of chocalate pudding.

I swam towards one of the rocky edges so Pete could jump in. His legs flared forward and backward as he jumped ever so ungracefully. He created a splashing ripple affect surrounding his body. He bobbed up for air and smiled at me.

I swam towards him and wrapped my legs around his hips. I smirked, "Not leaving your hold. Just like you asked."

He was actually speechless. I'm not sure if it was because of the cuteness in me or what I said or if it was the fact our dicks are..Right. Against. Each. Other.

I kissed his lips gently. Not using full tongue, but just a short and sweet kiss. I let go expecting Pete to want me to. He pressed his hand against the back of my head causing my lips to push into his as a protest of me leaving his lips.

His tongue did wonders. He would lick the bottom of my lip and even nibble on it a little before our tongues would routinely wrestle each other in a loving way that isn't quite wrestling at all. A better term would even be dancing. They waltz in between our two mouthes, combined as one. His tongue tracing the roof of my mouth allowing his taste to spread throughout it.

I was still wrapped around Pete. His hands placed under my thighs. I was getting hard, but I struggled with trying to keep it from happening. No matter what it ended up like anyone would think. Hard as a fucking rock pressing against my swim trunks that pressed against Pete's also hardened crotch.

I wanted him, but at the same time I doubted Pete had the right tools to even satisfy our needs. I also doubted my trust. I don't trust so easily as it is quite foreign to me. Third, I have never nor had I ever thought I would receive the satisfactory or oppurtunity of experiencing gay sex.

That does not necessarily mean that I have never wanted to, but that I was never given the chance to do so. Right now I don't think I've ever wanted something more than how much I wanted Pete now.

He gently pressed my back against the rocky wall of Adventure Creek for support. I think he wanted me just as bad because he made the gesture of carefully tugging at my swim trunks a tiny bit. I stopped him. Mostly because I didn't not want to lose my gay virginity to Adventure Creek since that would be the ultimate result of this.

Pete hummed against my lips, "Do you not want to have sex with me?"

I let go of his lips and stared into those deep brown eyes. It was like I was looking into his soul. Something I knew would be just as pure and sinful as I believed he was. He was beautiful inside and out. I didn't mind if his soul was pulled down by sin because I knew he was a pure fallen angel no matter what he could ever do. Being sinful was one of those quarks I loved about him. I could tell he has probably done so many dirty things and I didn't mind that knowledge. I knew he'd be pleasurable and know exactly what he was doing.

I finally answered as my mind was trailing off, "Yes. I do so very much, just not in this creek... It'd be like someone losing their virginity to the creek and not the actual person."

He laughed, "Fair enough. Why don't we go eat some dinner and see where that takes us? We have to set up a fire for the night. So we should probably start gathering up the chunks of wood now."

I nodded and untangled myself from Pete's body. I climbed up the rocky wall. The rope helped as a support to pull myself up. Pete mimicked my exact usage of the rope. It was actually really convenient.

We walked back. The thing he was reluctant to tell me was he had chunks of wood. We just need to basically attempt to start the fire. I told him I got this. I was a Boy Scout (yeah I know embarrassing), but I knew exactly how one should build a fire. I dug a hole in the ground and put the fire wood inside of it. It acted as a mini fire pit. Then I ripped a piece of newspaper Pete had sitting in the car. I lit the paper and watched as the flame quickly crawled up the printed words leaving black ash in its place.

I set it on the fire and voila you have a campfire. A sad pathetic campfire, but still a campfire. We pulled the hotdogs out for some old-fashioned roasting with a stick we found laying in between extravagant bright green patches of grass. Pete had the idea to sharpen the end of it with his pocket knife to create a point for useful for the activity we were about to do. Which indeed it was.

I felt like with our teamwork of knowledge we could actually survive in the wilderness. I don't know why we would, unless a zombie apocalypse sprung out, but you never know. Pete had his pocket survival book and I had my mental Boy Scout badges of lies of tasks I didn't perform as well as others, but still received them for participation. Participation still mattered so it was okay I guess. I wasn't quite like the slackers, but just a wimpy kid who couldn't do much of the work at all.

We roasted with the radio on. It played on and the fire burned on as the sky changed shades to brilliant pinks and oranges. Then that transforming into a darkened sky with tiny specks of light that resembled diamonds in the sky.

We ate several hotdogs in that timing and had just started roasting marshmallows. Pete suggested, "Let's tell campfire stories!"

I laughed over his childish enthusiasm, "I'm not one for scary stories."

He shook his head, "Nah this ones an old tale. Not that scary. You might even recognize it, but also might not."

He gestured for me to come close to him. I obeyed and cuddled around his arm. He used his free hand to roast/eat his s'mores. I would have to put them together though.

Pete continued, "It all started when a family who were quite close received a letter. A war had sprung in the mist of their laughter and happiness throughout the household. Of course it wasn't all happiness. The daughter of the old veteran warrior was struggling with the womanly duties that all women were expected to follow. She failed the test of becoming a possible bride, a bachelorette. The news broke her. Her father was the only living male in the home. He was weak in his condition. His daughter could not stand to follow what was expected of all women and she also couldn't watch her father leave to war since he was the youngest male in the house. She set off on the journey. She would become a warrior and pose as a man. Things were working out quite smoothly in her behalf. Of course it was a struggle at first, but she had grown used to the work. She didn't mind it anymore. She was becoming strong. One of the greatest warriors. When they had finally set out to fight she was very useful in battle with her wit. The men managed to find out she was a woman. That did not end well and she was kicked out of the army by none other than her love interest who was the general of their part of the army. Later on the general of the opposing army lived through that battle and returned to nearly kill the king and the daughter's love interest. She ended up utilizing her womanly abilities and manly abilities to fight and defeat the hun general. Of course in the end she had received everything she wished for, her father being safe and she even got the love interest in the end, but most of all...she had brought honor to us all."

By the last line I knew immediately who and what "old tale" was he trying to portray. It was none other than Mulan.

I smiled and said, "Are you telling Mulan's story?"

He nodded and smiled, "Yes. The movie Disney based off of a single poem that had nearly no details or a happy ending. I feel as if Disney used to only teach people everything ends in a happy ending, but nowadays they are easing into the torturous truth of this broken cruel world."

I placed a kiss to his cheek. "I have never loved anything more than you giving such a strong opinion on a movie that has such a simple plot line."

He chuckled, "Don't you dare tell me Finding Nemo had a simple plot."

I could, but I dared not to. Instead I decided to kiss his lips gently. I spoke, "Okay I won't. I'm too used to you over thinking about Disney movies' plots anyways. Favorite part of my everyday life."

He kissed the top of my head. At this point we were stuffed to the max of food. I suggested, "Let's go into the tent for the night. We can always stay another day and night to do more things tomorrow. Not like we have anything better to do at home."

He laughed, "Alright let me put out the fire."

That was the one thing I didn't remember how to do, but before I could suggest any ideas he pulled down his swim trunks a little and then flung out his "ding dong" right in front of me to pee on the pit.

I laughed a little as I walked into the tent, but at the same time I couldn't get the long image out of my head. It exceeded past anything I was expecting. Oh wow...

He walked in and started changing. He was turned around this time with bare ass facing me. It was tan, but a shade or two lighter than his skin color. He only put on boxers before crawling onto the blown up mattress. That's when I realized I was still in my trunks. I stood up and started changing in front of him. I didn't want to, but then he shamelessly watched me.

When I pulled on boxers I didn't even get the chance to put on a pair of shorts before Pete pulled me onto the mattress and climbed on top of me, straddling me.

He started kissing my lips. A little sloppily, but I still enjoyed any kiss Pete could offer because no matter what it was still perfect. He whispered with hot breath in my ear, "Do you trust me?"

I had to actually think for a moment. I answered, "I never thought I could ever trust anyone, entirely. Just as I never thought I could ever love someone or anyone could ever love me... What I'm trying to say is that I trust you with my life because I am unconditionally and ineffably in love with you, Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III."