Middle Pete Dare Shared
William asks Pete and Pete chooses dare.
“Pete,” William exclaimed gleefully. “Truth. Or. Dare?”
Pete made a face at him and said, “Dare. Dude, and nothing lame like that jukebox thing you made Patrick do last time.” Patrick flipped them both off and everyone laughed uproariously. Brendon now really wanted to know what jukebox thing Pete was talking about, but he wasn’t stupid enough to ask when Patrick was around and looking that pissed off.
“No, Pete, I have something special in mind for you.” William rubbed his hands together and, inexplicably, looked at Brendon. It did not do good things for the cold feeling of dread creeping up Brendon’s spine.
“Gabe and Patrick and I were just saying the other day how tired we were of your whole ‘gay above the waist’ thing.”
“Yeah?” Pete said. He didn’t look particularly bothered by this. Patrick gave him a pointed look, and Gabe just chuckled. Pete shot him a glare and said, “Well, I don’t give a fuck.”
“Yeah, but you did pick dare,” William pointed out with a smug look.
A scowl twisted Pete’s lips. “Fine.” He looked resolved about it. “Bring it on.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Your dare could actually be viewed as an act of philanthropy, because your dare is the defloration of our very own Brendon Urie.”
“What?” Brendon squeaked, and suddenly every gaze in the room was fixed on him.
“Fine,” Pete said. His jaw was set.
“Wait,” Brendon said, “don’t I get a say in this?”
William made a frustrated sound. “Seriously, Brendon, do you know how many scene boys would wet themselves to be in your place?”
“Well, then let them,” Brendon said. Someone smacked the back of his head. Without looking he could guess it was Ryan. He was probably pissed that William hadn’t dared Pete to do his below the waist shit with him. Whatever. This was insane.
“Come on, Brendon.” Pete got up to his feet and offered his hand to Brendon, who just stared at it.
“I’m not doing this,” Brendon protested, but he took Pete’s hand anyway, letting himself be tugged to his feet.
“Who’s supposed to do what?” Pete asked, ignoring him.
William stroked his chin and looked around at the room at large, awaiting input. “Either way,” Gabe said, “but someone better be sticking it in.” He made a gesture that made it clear what he meant.
“What the fuck. You’re all crazy,” Brendon said. “I’m leaving.” He wasn’t even going to acknowledge the fact that the feeling of dread had sort of morphed into something else that was almost like expectation. Because this was crazy.
“Come on, Brendon,” Pete said again. He tugged on Brendon’s hand, making for the door, but William stopped him with a cleared throat.
“In the back lounge, if you please. I mean, I don’t want to suggest that we wouldn’t just take your word for it, but. Well. We wouldn’t just take your word for it.”
Pete narrowed his eyes and tugged even harder on Brendon’s hand in the opposite direction. Stumbling, Brendon followed him through the door and fell into the wall. “There’s lube and condoms in the bathroom,” Adam called helpfully. Pete slammed the door shut.
“We’re not seriously having sex,” Brendon said, matter of fact. Pete arched a brow.
“I’m not letting William have this one,” Pete said.
“Even if it I don’t want to?” Brendon squeaked. Okay, maybe that was a little melodramatic. But. Bill and Pete just weren’t listening.
“Right,” Pete said. He rolled his eyes and before Brendon had a chance to protest further, Pete had a hand between Brendon’s thighs, rubbing.
Brendon made a choked sound and fell back against the wall again. Pete squeezed his dick through the denim. Maybe Brendon had been a little excited listening to them talk and maybe losing his virginity to Pete was something he’d considered before, but this was just fucked up. It didn’t stop him from moving his hips, looking for more friction.
“Yeah, what I thought,” Pete said smugly. “Besides, I’m not saying this has to go one particular way.” Brendon tried to look composed, maybe arch a brow, but Pete was still massaging his dick and all he managed was a little whimper. Pete chuckled and took his hand away. He poked his head into the bathroom and produced the lube and condoms Adam had promised.
Brendon followed him into the back lounge on shaky legs. “I don’t get it,” Brendon said. It was easier to think when they weren’t touching. “You’re just going to get over your whole fear of the dick because Bill dared you.”
“Whatever,” Pete said. He pulled out the foldout bed, tugging the sheets down as he went. Not for the first time Brendon wondered why any of the buses needed fold out beds when they already had bunks. He probably didn’t want to consider how many other dares they had facilitated. He was never playing this game with any of them ever again. “And dude, I’m not afraid of dicks. I just don’t, you know, really want to touch someone else’s.”
“I see this going really well,” Brendon muttered.
“Take your fucking clothes off,” Pete snapped.
They undressed in silence, and it was really fucking awkward. Almost enough to make Brendon just turn back around, leave the bus, and say fuck you to everyone. Only Pete was exposing more and more skin that Brendon had only ever seen in glossy pictures as a teenager, and maybe he’d touched himself thinking about those same tattoos.
And, okay, it was probably cool that he was going to be the first (maybe only) dude Pete Wentz would ever have sex with. If he kept reminding himself of that, maybe he could forget the fact that all of his friends were less than ten feet away, waiting for them to have sex.
“So, paper rock scissors?” Pete said.
“What?” Brendon was wondering if he should just resign himself to being completely at sea for the rest of his life.
“You win, you get to be on top, I win, I get to be on top,” Pete explained. This probably had to be the most surreal moment in Brendon’s life.
Pete held out his fist.
Brendon throws scissors
Brendon throws paper