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Apr. 11th, 2011 03:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xstarlesscityin the further adventures of 3 AM drabbles, someone on tumblr wanted this
pete/gabe, pg 13
getting arrested and making out in the back of a cop car
warning: use of homophobic language
The guy knew he was trying to pick a fight with Pete Wentz when he started with the name-calling. Of course he did. And Pete's pretty used to guys trying to get his attention with insults like that, both from the paparazzi and just from haters.
The guy didn't know what he was going to get was a fight with Gabe Saporta.
"Hey, faggot," the guy had called, and Pete had kept walking, head up as if nothing was happening. "Hey, faggot," the guy repeated louder, and Gabe turns around. Pete just mutters, "Keep walking, Gabe," under his breath, but Gabe's already facing the asshole in front of the bar.
"Are you talking to me?" Gabe says cooly, taking two steps towards the guy.
"Nah," the guy says, and he's suddenly looking very calm. His friend quietly puts out his cigarette.
"Are you talking to my friend?" Gabe asks, balling a fist.
Six minutes later, the cops are dragging them apart. Pete's face is busted up, a cut across his nose and his eye already swelling shit, but the only real damage Gabe has suffered is knuckles bruised from connecting with that guy's skull. When the police handcuff all four of the fighters involved, Gabe gives Pete a manic grin that the cops just plain don't know what to do with.
They put the two groups in separate cars, obviously. Pete looks around at the bars on the inside of the windows; Gabe's seen cop cars enough time in his teen years not to be interested. Instead, he's looking at Pete.
"What," Pete says flatly, rolling his wrists in his handcuffs. Gabe's own chains jingle as he leans in towards Pete a little, and Pete finally returns his crazy smile. Gabe's pumped so full of adrenaline.
"I just wrecked a guy and got arrested to protect your honor," Gabe says. Pete turns to face him a little more, knees bumping. Their faces are pretty close.
"You got me arrested, you ass," Pete laughs, but he's so pumped right now he's not even mad. Gabe licks a spot of blood off Pete's face and Pete actually moans contentedly, glad for the bulletproof glass between them and the cops. When they get processed, maybe he'll have to take this seriously. Maybe. Right now he's at such a perfect mix of hyped and terrified that the way Gabe's looking at him makes him... horny.
Gabe bites Pete's lip and Pete moans dramatically, struggling to lift a knee over Gabe's lap as they devour each other, hot and wet and tinged with the taste of their own blood. Pete's never thought of himself as having a thing for handcuffs- he's not sure if this counts.
The police have to literally pull them off each other again when they get to the station.
pete/gabe, pg 13
getting arrested and making out in the back of a cop car
warning: use of homophobic language
The guy knew he was trying to pick a fight with Pete Wentz when he started with the name-calling. Of course he did. And Pete's pretty used to guys trying to get his attention with insults like that, both from the paparazzi and just from haters.
The guy didn't know what he was going to get was a fight with Gabe Saporta.
"Hey, faggot," the guy had called, and Pete had kept walking, head up as if nothing was happening. "Hey, faggot," the guy repeated louder, and Gabe turns around. Pete just mutters, "Keep walking, Gabe," under his breath, but Gabe's already facing the asshole in front of the bar.
"Are you talking to me?" Gabe says cooly, taking two steps towards the guy.
"Nah," the guy says, and he's suddenly looking very calm. His friend quietly puts out his cigarette.
"Are you talking to my friend?" Gabe asks, balling a fist.
Six minutes later, the cops are dragging them apart. Pete's face is busted up, a cut across his nose and his eye already swelling shit, but the only real damage Gabe has suffered is knuckles bruised from connecting with that guy's skull. When the police handcuff all four of the fighters involved, Gabe gives Pete a manic grin that the cops just plain don't know what to do with.
They put the two groups in separate cars, obviously. Pete looks around at the bars on the inside of the windows; Gabe's seen cop cars enough time in his teen years not to be interested. Instead, he's looking at Pete.
"What," Pete says flatly, rolling his wrists in his handcuffs. Gabe's own chains jingle as he leans in towards Pete a little, and Pete finally returns his crazy smile. Gabe's pumped so full of adrenaline.
"I just wrecked a guy and got arrested to protect your honor," Gabe says. Pete turns to face him a little more, knees bumping. Their faces are pretty close.
"You got me arrested, you ass," Pete laughs, but he's so pumped right now he's not even mad. Gabe licks a spot of blood off Pete's face and Pete actually moans contentedly, glad for the bulletproof glass between them and the cops. When they get processed, maybe he'll have to take this seriously. Maybe. Right now he's at such a perfect mix of hyped and terrified that the way Gabe's looking at him makes him... horny.
Gabe bites Pete's lip and Pete moans dramatically, struggling to lift a knee over Gabe's lap as they devour each other, hot and wet and tinged with the taste of their own blood. Pete's never thought of himself as having a thing for handcuffs- he's not sure if this counts.
The police have to literally pull them off each other again when they get to the station.
