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Title: Ficlet/Drabble number one.
Pairing: Baby!Brendon/Pete Wentz.
Author: rockandrollrock
Rating: PG-13, underage smoking and an implied lapdance.
Warning: Brendon is 16 goinbg on 17 in this. if you're uncomfortable with that don't read this. AU
Brendon was sitting on the curb outside the bar that his older brother works at, he's here to pick him up, after an hour of waiting he finally calls his brother's cell, he doesn't get an answer.
Pete steps outside to have a cigarette, he sees Francis' younger brother...Billy? he thinks it's Billy. sitting on the curb, "you're picking up Francis tonight?" he asked as he walked over and plopped down on the curb next to the younger boy.
Brendon nodded "yeah, is he in there?" he asked sounding a little concerned and a lot bored.
"yeah, I think he picked up someone's shift tonight."
Brendon frowned and nodded "yeah, he'd do just that kind of thing without telling me wouldn't he? sucks that I can't go in there and get a nice lapdance..."
"Whoa Whoa! Billy you're gay?"
Brendon looked at Pete with a look on his face that said what are you? stupid? He shook his head "it's Brendon and yes, I'm gay, flaming actually. what about you Pedro? Gay? straight? bi? other?"
Pete laughed, like a horse really "Pete, Peter." he said softly and nodded "yes, gay. not quite flaming, but I definately smoke like a chimney."
Brendon smiled, bright and happy, he giggled, fucking giggled and nodded "yeah...can. um, can I have a hit?" he asked gently looking at him through his eyelashes.
Pete nods and hands him the cig, Brendon takes three long hard drags and then hands it back to Pete, he moans softly as the nicotene enters his lungs and blood "God that feels so good" he said softly into the air mostly to himself.
Pete laughed slightly, his hand falling to Brendon's knee "you want a lapdance out here?"
Brendon stared at him a little blankly, "really?" he asked softly, his hands wringing in his lap.
Pete nodded and slowly shifted to straddle Brendons hips, he smirked and rolled his hips in a motion that looked like a figure eight to Brendon's slightly foggied eyes, he could only nod dumbly.
***
Four days later Brendon was again sitting on the curb of the shitty little club, this time only, Pete had been sitting on the curb first, he smiled and plopped down in the older man's lap. He smiled and kissed Pete lightly on the lips "let me give you a lap dance this time."
Pairing: Baby!Brendon/Pete Wentz.
Author: rockandrollrock
Rating: PG-13, underage smoking and an implied lapdance.
Warning: Brendon is 16 goinbg on 17 in this. if you're uncomfortable with that don't read this. AU
Brendon was sitting on the curb outside the bar that his older brother works at, he's here to pick him up, after an hour of waiting he finally calls his brother's cell, he doesn't get an answer.
Pete steps outside to have a cigarette, he sees Francis' younger brother...Billy? he thinks it's Billy. sitting on the curb, "you're picking up Francis tonight?" he asked as he walked over and plopped down on the curb next to the younger boy.
Brendon nodded "yeah, is he in there?" he asked sounding a little concerned and a lot bored.
"yeah, I think he picked up someone's shift tonight."
Brendon frowned and nodded "yeah, he'd do just that kind of thing without telling me wouldn't he? sucks that I can't go in there and get a nice lapdance..."
"Whoa Whoa! Billy you're gay?"
Brendon looked at Pete with a look on his face that said what are you? stupid? He shook his head "it's Brendon and yes, I'm gay, flaming actually. what about you Pedro? Gay? straight? bi? other?"
Pete laughed, like a horse really "Pete, Peter." he said softly and nodded "yes, gay. not quite flaming, but I definately smoke like a chimney."
Brendon smiled, bright and happy, he giggled, fucking giggled and nodded "yeah...can. um, can I have a hit?" he asked gently looking at him through his eyelashes.
Pete nods and hands him the cig, Brendon takes three long hard drags and then hands it back to Pete, he moans softly as the nicotene enters his lungs and blood "God that feels so good" he said softly into the air mostly to himself.
Pete laughed slightly, his hand falling to Brendon's knee "you want a lapdance out here?"
Brendon stared at him a little blankly, "really?" he asked softly, his hands wringing in his lap.
Pete nodded and slowly shifted to straddle Brendons hips, he smirked and rolled his hips in a motion that looked like a figure eight to Brendon's slightly foggied eyes, he could only nod dumbly.
***
Four days later Brendon was again sitting on the curb of the shitty little club, this time only, Pete had been sitting on the curb first, he smiled and plopped down in the older man's lap. He smiled and kissed Pete lightly on the lips "let me give you a lap dance this time."