Out Of Everyone, It Had To Be You

Take Me Home Tonight

Pete doesn't usually go to the club, but tonight is an exception. Pete makes himself comfortable at the bar, ordering his fourth drink. The club is shitty and it's way too hot, but he doesn't really care, the drinks are pretty good and they're cheap. He downs the rest of his drink, along with all his regrets, and turns around in his chair to look at all the people. A girl with blonde hair is trying to flirt with him, but Pete's too drunk to be able to flirt back efficiently. She's pretty, but Pete remembers he has a girlfriend, and he's suddenly reminded of the relationship problems he's in. The girl gives up on him, and goes across the bar to another guy. Pete orders another drink.

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Pete is pleasantly drunk, stumbling out of the club and trying to find his car. He wanders around aimlessly until he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around to find some creepy dude in a suit grinning at him.

"You're pretty drunk," the guy says. "Let me take you home."

Pete is about to say no, but he's already dragging him away. Pete struggles, but he's too drunk to have complete control of his body.

"Hey!"

Pete turns his head and sees a figure of a woman. The guy takes his hand off Pete for a second, his mouth forming a smirk.

"Don't worry sweetheart, there's nothing going on here. My boy here is just a little drunk. Why don't you just take your purse and get out of here?" He says.

Pete can't really see, but he could practically feel the woman's eyes rolling. She walks forward, heels clicking against the pavement, and stands right in front of the guy. She's about a foot shorter than the guy, even in heels. Suddenly, her knee comes up and hits the guy right in the balls.

"Sorry, sweetheart," she says menacingly. "But I happen to be a dude. I'll just be taking your friend here."

The man-not-woman takes Pete by the arm and leads him away, heels clicking. Pete looks down at the skirt, and yeah, that is definitely not a girl. He's pretty, Pete thinks as he's being dragged away for the second time.

"I'll take you home. Where do you live?"

Pete mumbles his address, leaning heavily onto this stranger's side. He blinks and he's suddenly in the passenger seat of a car.

"What's your name, darling?"

"Pete," he mumbles. "What's yours?"

"Angel."

"No, like your real name."

"That is my real name."

"No it's not," Pete tries to poke him, but completely misses.

"Fine, it's Sapphire."

"I just want to know you're real name," Pete pouts.

He sighs and looks at Pete.

"Why do you want to know so bad?"

"Because I like to know the names of the nice boys who take me home."

That earns Pete a smile and chuckle, and Pete feels pretty accomplished. The guy looks at him when they're stopped at a red light, and Pete can't help but think this guy is beautiful.

"Patrick. My name is Patrick."

"Patrick," Pete echoes.

There's silence for a while, but it isn't uncomfortable. Pete is repeating the name over and over in his head with a stupid grin on his face. Patrick is the first one to break the silence.

"Sorry about the whole cross-dressing thing, I don't usually dress like this. It's just the job."

Patrick shrugs and takes a right, throwing Pete right into his lap. Patrick laughs when Pete's head lands right in his lap, and he pats his head.

"I guess you don't really mind, do you? And you should probably put a seat belt on."

Pete is blushing when he sits up again. He leans against the car door, looking at Patrick. It's quiet again, and he slowly starts scooting toward Patrick. There's a thousand things running through his mind, and he's starting to sweat. The blond takes notice of this, and rests a hand on Pete's thigh. All of the thoughts in Pete's head come to a halt, and Patrick stops the car. He looks at Pete, cocking his head to the side as if he didn't understand. Pete felt a sudden urge, and couldn't resist. He leaned forward and kissed Patrick on the lips. He starts to move away, but Patrick pulls him back in. One hand is still resting on Pete's thigh, and the other moves to cup his jaw.

"Are we gonna..?"

Patrick laughs.

"Baby, you could never afford me," Patrick murmurs in his ear, biting on his earlobe.

He pulls away, leaving Pete feeling dazed, but mostly aroused. Patrick's hand moves to Pete's hip, his thumb rubbing at his exposed hipbone. Suddenly, the hands are gone and Pete suddenly feels very cold.

"You're home," Patrick whispers.

Pete looks up and recognizes the features of his house, even in the dark. He notices a car in the driveway, his girlfriend's car. It all comes flooding back to him. The fight. The yelling. He remembers everything. His head falls into his hands and he sighs. He looks back up at Patrick, whose gaze hasn't left him.

"Would you... Would you stay in the driveway for a second?"

Patrick nods and Pete gets out of the car, slowly making his way to the door. His hands are shaking when he tries to unlock the door. The first thing he hears when he walks into his house is a moan. He considers turning around and getting back in the car with Patrick. But he has to face this. He doesn't have much of a choice, it's now or later. He walks into his bedroom to find his girlfriend kissing some dude in his bed. Pete stands in the doorway in shock until she finally notices him.

"What the fuck?" Pete says, slightly slurred from his drunken state.

"You're a fucking asshole, that's what!" she growls. "Leaving like that? You're a fucking asshat, Pete Wentz! I want you out of my fucking life!"

It took Pete a minute to connect what she had said.

"You're kicking me out of my own house?"

"It's mine now. Get out."

She throws a suitcase full of Pete's clothes across the floor. Pete just stands there, not sure what to do. When she realizes he won't move, she pushes him out of the bedroom and slams the door in his face. Slowly, Pete picks up the suitcase and walks back outside. Patrick's car is still there, and Pete walks back to it. Patrick doesn't say anything when Pete slides back into his car, he just starts it up again and drives.

Pete doesn't start crying until they're five minutes into the drive. He covers his face with his hands and cries, choked sobs escaping his throat. Patrick glances at him once or twice, but otherwise keeps his eyes on the road. Pete's wails become louder, and Patrick is actually becomes a little bit concerned. He puts his hand on Pete's thigh, softly rubbing it to soothe him. It works, surprisingly. The rest of the ride is quiet, with the occasional sniff from Pete.

Patrick helps Pete out of the car and into his house because right now, Pete is a wreck. Keeping his arm around the taller man's waist, he unlocks the door and drags Pete inside. Patrick flicks on some lights and walks to his bedroom, setting Pete down on the bed. Pete's face was wet and tear stained, tears still making their way down his cheeks. Patrick couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He cupped Pete's face gently with his hands and wiped away the tears with his thumbs.

"I can help you forget, baby. It'll be alright," Patrick murmured into his ear.

Patrick kissed Pete, slowly pushing him back farther onto the bed. He stepped back for a moment, slowly taking off clothes while Pete sat there, mesmerized. After getting pleasantly naked, Patrick crawls onto the bed and straddles Pete's hips. He pulls Pete's shirt off and runs his hands over the exposed skin. Patrick bites at Pete's collarbones, then down to his nipples, and finally right above the top of his jeans. With a smirk playing on his lips, his unzips Pete's jeans agonizingly slow. After yanking them down to his knees, he mouths at the growing bulge in Pete's boxers. His boxers are becoming damp from the precum leaking from his cock, and he's bucking up at Patrick's mouth.

"Patrick," he begs. "Patrick, please. I-I need.."

Patrick's grin reaches his ears at the sound of Pete begging. He tugs the boxers down, Pete's dick springing out and standing proudly. He nibbles on Pete's hipbones, rolling his eyes slightly.

"Only because you asked so nicely."

Patrick licks the tip of Pete's dick, dipping his tongue in the slit. He sucks the tip into his mouth, looking up at Pete with those striking blue eyes. Pete couldn't help but moan and writhe under Patrick's mouth. He grabs a handful of the blond's hair and tugs a little. Patrick gives the darker haired man a dirty smirk before taking the whole thing in his mouth. Pete's back arches, and he makes a noise that makes Patrick chuckle.

This will be a fun night for the both of them.
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This will end up having more chapters, but I have to have a couple of days to write them.