The aftermath is wet and sticky, cooling at the edges. Pete pulls at Gerard until he's got him on his lap. His jeans scratch still sensitive skin and Gerard makes little noises, soft and breathy.

"Get up," Patrick pulls at his hair, almost gently. "Up on your knees, Gerard, I need to check on it."

Gerard sighs and leans on Pete, kneeling on either side of his legs, while Patrick runs a hand over his ass. He and Pete take the time to look each other in the eyes, Pete wide-eyed still and he, he knows, with heavy-lids and a glazed-over smile.

"You're alright," Patrick says, lowering himself onto the couch next to them.

"Better than alright," Gerard agrees, slumping against Pete for a moment. "Thanks."

Patrick just nods, running a hand down his back. It occurs to Gerard that he's the one wearing the least amount of clothes here and he reaches down, trying to pull his pants back up.

"I could go-"

Pete pulls him back, hands tight, almost tight enough to leave bruises.

"Stay."