ugh, omg so late with the reply. life happened *shakes fist*
“You already have me.” Patrick stands up, stepping around until his leg is pressed firmly against Gerard’s shoulder. He’s still not touching Pete. “I was just waiting for you to see it.”
Pete makes a raw, desperate sound at the back of his throat, swaying. Gerard reaches up automatically to catch him before he falls, gripping Pete’s hips tightly, thumbs catching on warm denim.
Pete shifts closer and Gerard can see that he’s hard, can feel the heat of it against his face. It should be weird, things between always are, at least a little bit, ever since Mikey, but somehow it’s not. Quickly, before he can change his mind, Gerard ducks his head and rubs his check over the hot line of Pete’s cock, nuzzling openly for a few seconds before pulling away.
When he looks up, Pete’s eyes are hooded. His fingers trail from Gerard’s mouth to his shoulder, tangling briefly in his hair. Pete’s wrist brushes over Gerard’s lips on its way past and he tilts his head, sees Pete’s hand cross the distance, slow like in a dream, finally curling around Patrick’s forearm.
The moment resonates like the silence after a shot.
Gerard is stock-still, but inside he’s floundering, caught in the way of the approaching storm-front and knowing he can’t outrun it. This weather change between Pete and Patrick has been long time coming, gathering momentum year by year, day by day, and now it will crash over all their heads.
Re: Ever notice how LJ is like Democracy? It sucks, but everything else is worse.
“You already have me.” Patrick stands up, stepping around until his leg is pressed firmly against Gerard’s shoulder. He’s still not touching Pete. “I was just waiting for you to see it.”
Pete makes a raw, desperate sound at the back of his throat, swaying. Gerard reaches up automatically to catch him before he falls, gripping Pete’s hips tightly, thumbs catching on warm denim.
Pete shifts closer and Gerard can see that he’s hard, can feel the heat of it against his face. It should be weird, things between always are, at least a little bit, ever since Mikey, but somehow it’s not. Quickly, before he can change his mind, Gerard ducks his head and rubs his check over the hot line of Pete’s cock, nuzzling openly for a few seconds before pulling away.
When he looks up, Pete’s eyes are hooded. His fingers trail from Gerard’s mouth to his shoulder, tangling briefly in his hair. Pete’s wrist brushes over Gerard’s lips on its way past and he tilts his head, sees Pete’s hand cross the distance, slow like in a dream, finally curling around Patrick’s forearm.
The moment resonates like the silence after a shot.
Gerard is stock-still, but inside he’s floundering, caught in the way of the approaching storm-front and knowing he can’t outrun it. This weather change between Pete and Patrick has been long time coming, gathering momentum year by year, day by day, and now it will crash over all their heads.
Gerard’s afraid of drowning.