"Isn't it, Gerard?" Patrick ghosts a hand over his burning backside. "Tell him."

Gerard pants, open-mouthed and loud, sweat stinging his eyes. This isn't-- Patrick can't be asking him to--

Smack. This one is vicious, catching Gerard across the upper thighs, and he chokes, a broken sob caught somewhere at the back of his throat.

"Tell him, Gerard. Tell Pete how this makes you feel. Tell him what he's missing."

Gerard curves around the sofa, feeling his whole body flush, knows it shows, knows Pete can see it.

"I. I don't." He draws a shaky breath, hears Pete walk around the sofa until there's a dip in the cushions and he's kneeling in front of Gerard.

Gerard doesn't want to look, but Patrick grabs his hair, pulling his head back until he's face to face with Pete.