"There he is," Pete hears, and he shrinks back into the corner he's found -- away from the sun, away from the heat, away from the crowds. He just needed an hour to be away from everyone (Patrick). But people have found him now, and he doesn't think he can turn on fast enough --
And there's Gabe and Mikeyway standing over him. He sighs and opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Gabe says -- so casually, too casually -- "What a fucking slut."
Pete squeezes his legs together, pulls his knees closer to his chest.
Mikey says, "Yeah, I know. He's got this thing about not being gay below the waist, but I've never seen someone so starved for fucking in my life."
"And you've fucked a lot of people," Gabe says.
"Yup," agrees Mikey. He nudges Pete's foot with a toe. "Hey, slut."
Pete shivers and looks down. His jeans are ripping at the knee, threadbare. He'd never thought before about how threadbare means, literally, that the threads are bare.
"Hey, Mikeyway was talking to you, slut," Gabe says. He nudges Pete's other foot -- but hard, like a kick. Pete wants to shrink away, but he's already against the wall. No place to go, just have to stand up and --
He drags a breath in and slides up the wall. Mikey's close enough to him that he can feel the heat from Mikey's body warring with the heat of the room. Still not as hot as outside, but stuffy. Too closed in.
"You can admit it," Mikey says. "There's no shame in being a slut. You just need to get fucked."
"No," Pete says, but his mouth is dry and it just comes out as a puff of air. He wants to say, "I don't want to get fucked, dudes, come on, let's find Frank and laugh while he tries to take a bath with a hose," but he can't make words.
"He was terrorizing his band earlier," Gabe says to Mikey, like Pete's not even in the room. But he leans against the wall, one arm up higher than Pete's head. Trapped. "If we fuck him enough, maybe we'll wear him out."
Pete looks at Mikey, trying to figure out what he's thinking, but Mikey's face is smooth and his eyes are that terrible blank they get when he doesn't want Pete to know what he's thinking, or when Gerard is stumbling around, clearly on more than just alcohol and a couple of Pete's klonopins. Pete hates that blankness. It's the blankness of photographers who are too touchy and interviewers who sit too close and coming out of the office of the camp coordinator too late at night, everyone knows what that means --
Gabe puts his face down near Pete's and says, "Wanna suck my cock?"
Pete wants to say no, no, no no no, but Mikey is pushing on his shoulder and he's sliding back down the wall. He shakes his head a little, while Gabe's unbuttoning his jeans, but they're not paying attention. Or they're paying too much attention.
Mikey grabs him by the head, stands with one leg on either side. Pete thinks maybe he's kissing Gabe, but he can't look away from Gabe's dick in his face.
"What the fuck?" Gabe slaps him -- hard, too hard, and Pete can't bite back the whimper in time. "Listen, my dick is there for you to suck it. If you don't want it in your mouth, I can think of somewhere else to put it, slutty mcslutterson."
"McSlutterson," repeats Mikey, and giggles, his hands going tight on Pete's head.
Pete doesn't want to get fucked even more than he doesn't want to suck Gabe's cock, so he leans forward a little -- Mikey's hands on his head, threaded through his hair, pull, they pull like that's the point, like that's why they're there. This time Pete controls himself, doesn't make any sound, just opens his mouth obediently and lets Gabe fuck into it. He choke a little, and he can't breathe, but at least Gabe doesn't taste like ass. Maybe he borrowed Frank's hose or something.
Gabe is definitely kissing Mikey while Pete sucks on him. Except Pete's not really sucking, just holding his mouth open to let Gabe fuck into it, which is better, it's better, and Pete knows Gabe and Mikey, they're good dudes, they aren't going to hurt him or anything. And if Pete gives them what they want, maybe they'll leave him alone with enough time before sound check to get his equilibrium back. He just has to be good, then he'll get to go ho -- then they'll leave him alone.
Go home, where did that even come from?
Gabe tastes salty, really salty, not very bitter, focus on the salt, like in the ocean, it's just like being under water, hold your breath, Pete tells himself, digging his fingernails into his thighs through his jeans. And Mikey's got your head, Mikey's taking care of you --
It's almost a shock when Gabe pulls his dick out of Pete's mouth and steps away.
"Do you want his ass?" Gabe asks, and Pete sways.
"I don't know," Mikey says. "He's such a cockslut --" Pete is only being held up by Mikey's hands in his hair, holding him up. "-- maybe your dick would be better. It's thicker, anyway."
"Aw, Mikeyway, your dick is long and thin and pretty, don't feel inadequate," Gabe teases, and his smile is bright in the darkness of the room.
Pete lets Mikey's hands hold him up, and he doesn't say anything, because all he can think is no no no no dont no dont and there's no point in letting that out.
One of Mikey's hands leaves Pete's hair, and Pete watches something fly through the air. Gabe catches it, then catches the next packet. Condoms and lube. Considerate, they're taking care of him, they care about him, they're just -- they're probably just doing what's best for him, Pete never learns his lessons the first time.
"Turn around, slut," Mikey says, and uses Pete's hair to steer him. He's not looking at Pete when Pete turns around, his stupid knees hurting -- not from the floor, but from soccer and too much running, no one ever told Pete that ruining his knees playing soccer would significantly impact his cocksucking career. Mikey's looking at Gabe and even though Pete doesn't want them to fuck him, he wants Mikey to look at him. "McSlutterson," Mikey repeats, and he and Gabe both laugh.
"Only gay about the waist, huh?" Gabe says. Pete takes in a breath on a weird moan-sob as he feels Gabe's long fingers at his waist, pinching the skin of his hip. His jeans are dirty enough that even though they started out the month tight against his skin, Gabe can pull them down without unbuttoning the fly, and Pete's boxer-briefs go with the jeans, and his ass is bared to the room. It's weird how cold he feels, because it's so hot in the room.
Pete swallows hard. "Please," he croaks out.
"Oh, good boy," says Mikey, sounding surprised and delighted. "Beg Gabe for his cock."
"No," whispers Pete.
"Don't you dare," snaps Mikey, and slaps Pete -- not hard, but enough to remind Pete who gets to be in charge, who gets to make the decisions, who gets to decide what happens to Pete's body. Not Pete.
"S-sor --" Pete's voice breaks when Gabe's slick fingers rub against him. Mikey keeps talking, but Pete can't hear him over the rushing in his ears. Like being under water. He wants to say, "Please don't," and he wants to say, "I don't want this." But they would know he's lying, he must want it, he's a slut, a cockslut, everyone can see that, it's really obvious. Anyone who bothers to look would know that Pete Wentz is just a cockslut who needs to be fucked hard until he stops making trouble.
One of Mikey's hands is still in Pete's hair, pulling a little while Mikey slides down the wall until he's kneeling, his dick right in front of Pete's face. He tugs, and Pete goes onto his hands, holds himself up so he can press his face into Mikey's crotch. Mikey's dick is hard, pressing against Pete's face through his jeans -- black jeans, burning hot, even out of the sun. Pete's mouth opens against the outline of Mikey's dick as Gabe pushes in, the noises in his chest cutting off almost as soon as they leave his mouth.
"Cockslut," says Mikey clearly, and it gets through the noise in Pete's head, flips the switch so Pete is back to listening to what's happening, hearing Gabe's grunts and Mikey's breaths, feeling the way Mikey's hips twitch and press against Pete's face, rubbing his dick against Pete's mouth through the dampening denim. Mikey's fingers are hard against Pete's head, through his hair, the same way Gabe's fingers are tight on Pete's hips, holding him steady for his thrusts, holding him still so Gabe can fuck into his ass the same way he fucked into Pete's mouth.
Pete whines into Mikey's jeans, hears Mikey hiss, feels Mikey's dick jerk as he comes.
"Fuck yeah," Gabe says, and speeds up. Mikey's come smells a lot like his sweat, and it's really comforting, like they're curled up in his bunk under a blanket that smells like Way-funk, hiding from the rest of the world. Pete closes his eyes and keeps his face pressed to Mikey's crotch while Gabe finishes fucking him, finishes using him. This is what Pete's good for, fucking and getting attention, this is all he's good for, might as well do it even though he hates it.
"Hey, wanna get ice cream?" Mikey says, like Gabe isn't slowly pulling his dick out of Pete's ass.
"Oh, shit, yeah, you think they have any vegan shit, or just dairy?" There's a plop as Gabe throws the condom to the side.
"Frank hasn't been complaining as much lately, so I'm guessing there's soy shit," Mikey says. He takes one hand out of Pete's hair, but the other one grips tighter, sliding against all the gel and product. "Hey, slutty, want some ice cream?"
Pete keeps his eyes on Mikey's crotch as he nods. Is he gonna walk around with come in his jeans all day?
"Ice cream, you scream --"
"It's I scream, you scream," says Gabe. "Dumbass." He sounds affectionate. "Look at that, Pete's all calm."
"Told you all he needed was some dick." Mikey touches Pete's face, almost gently, but then he pinches Pete's cheek hard. "You love, Pete, don't look like you're sad or something. If we didn't fuck you, what would you have done all afternoon?"
"Dude, I feel like you're slipping out of character," says Gabe, and laughs, a real laugh, and Mikey groans, and suddenly Pete's in his basement, not in a little room somewhere at some stop on a random Warped Tour. Sometimes, after they do a rape scene, especially one where Pete goes so far into his own stupid head, he feels really fucked up afterward, but tonight he just feels... relaxed.
"You guys, that's a shitty way to end my scene," he complains, but when he tries to stand up, Mikey's hand in his hair gets tighter.
"No whining," says Mikey sternly, and jerks on his hair, jerks him over to the side until he loses his balance.
"Okay," breathes Pete into Mikey's mouth. He doesn't know how Mikey does it, makes his lips all soft and sweet like that when he's being mean.
"You didn't even come," says Gabe, and he sounds disappointed. Pete's stomach curls with happiness. "What kind of slut doesn't come when he gets fucked?"
"I was enjoying myself," Pete says. He lets his head fall back. Mikey kisses his throat.
"Next time you should fight us," Mikey says. "We can be rough with you, fuck up your pretty face." He kisses Pete's temple. "Fuck you up here. And here." He brushes a kiss on Pete's eyelid. "And here." A kiss on Pete's cheekbone.
"You just want to fuck me up." Pete wriggles a little until his feet are out from under his ass and he's just lying on the floor.
"I want to fuck you up," Gabe says. He straddles Pete's legs, kneeling, his dick still hanging out of his pants. Pete's mouth waters. "You didn't even cry this time."
"I'll cry next time," Pete promises as Gabe grabs his dick just a little too hard.
"You better cry next time," Mikey says, and Pete knows he's trying to sound threatening, but when they're not in a scene and Pete's not on his knees, he can't get too far past "affectionate" in Pete's mind.
He sounds pretty affectionate when he's threatening, too, though.
"Gonna fuck you up," he murmurs into Pete's mouth, and Pete's arching into Gabe's hand, Gabe's thighs holding him down -- but then Mikey adds, "McSlutterson," and Pete's laughing instead of coming.