I commented on this, like, two days ago and it got EATEN. EVIL, LJ, evil. ...................................
Somewhere out of sight, he hears Patrick breathe in, not quite a gasp. Gerard pushes back against Pete's hand, moaning when it presses in.
"Please, please," he whispers, remembering what it was like the first time he knew what he wanted, even though he didn't know how to say it. "I want you."
"What do you want?"
The hand at the back of his neck is sudden, light, but promising. He twists his neck just enough to look over his shoulder where Patrick has pulled himself closer and closer, sliding along the sofa until he's close enough to touch. Gerard sighs and leans into the touch.
"Want you to fuck me," He murmurs, not sure who he's talking to, Patrick or Pete. "Fuck my mouth, bite me, leave marks."
"Yes," It's Pete, hissing low, like a cat. "Yes, Patrick, want you."
Ever notice how LJ is like Democracy? It sucks, but everything else is worse.
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Somewhere out of sight, he hears Patrick breathe in, not quite a gasp. Gerard pushes back against Pete's hand, moaning when it presses in.
"Please, please," he whispers, remembering what it was like the first time he knew what he wanted, even though he didn't know how to say it. "I want you."
"What do you want?"
The hand at the back of his neck is sudden, light, but promising. He twists his neck just enough to look over his shoulder where Patrick has pulled himself closer and closer, sliding along the sofa until he's close enough to touch. Gerard sighs and leans into the touch.
"Want you to fuck me," He murmurs, not sure who he's talking to, Patrick or Pete. "Fuck my mouth, bite me, leave marks."
"Yes," It's Pete, hissing low, like a cat. "Yes, Patrick, want you."