Black Infinity

A/N: So I was on vacation for a week and this is what I got for ya! Thanks for all the reviews so far, keep ‘em comin!

I walked over to the truck stop. As I entered the building where the facilities were, I thought to myself, what the hell am I doing? Pete’s in one of these showers right now, am I just going to walk in there and be like, here I am to look at you naked, live and in person? Well, here goes nothing.

I looked around in this strange building that I’ve never been in, to find the sign pointing to where the showers were located. I found the sign easy enough, the showers were down this narrow hall towards the back of the building.

There were not too many people around, in fact, I think besides the person working the front desk area, me and Pete were the only ones here.

There were five showers, all labeled with their number on the door. All with their lights off, except number four. Light from the inside, shone through the bottom of the door. Shower number four, the one that held a naked Pete Wentz inside. I could also see the hot steam from his shower seeping through the door.

I lifted my hand to the handle of the door and very, very slowly opened the door. Thank God the door didn’t make a sound when it opened.

I couldn’t see anything at first because tons of steam came out through the door to meet me. As some of the steam cleared, I could see Pete in his birthday suit, the water dripping down his body. His eyes were closed so he hadn’t noticed my arrival.

The shower room was bigger than I thought it would be, there was this small built in shelf thing to sit on and a half wall thing separating the shelf from the shower.

I quickly shut the door and hid behind the half wall. I slowly looked over the wall to see that Pete was finishing up rinsing his hair. He suddenly ran his hands over his body in quite a sexual way. His hands ran down his chest and came to rest on his package. Even though it was hard to look away, I looked at his face. His eyes were still closed, he looked like he was thinking hard about something. As if he were having an inner fight with himself and his body perhaps.

He started to moan, I looked to his area again and saw that he was running his hands up and down his shaft. I almost wanted to moan out loud myself. Pete then moaned again,

“uhhahh Diana.”

Did he just say my name? . . . I looked to his face, his eyes were still shut so I’m guessing he still hadn’t seen me. This was all a bit much so I left the showers and headed back to the Fall Out Boy tour bus. What I didn’t know, was that Pete had seen me.