Patrick tilts his head enquiringly. “You feel you need permission?”
“Yes.” Gerard doesn’t even need to think about it. “Pete’s yours. I won’t touch him unless you say I can.”
Both Patrick and Pete inhale sharply, in weird echo of their off-key harmony, and Gerard realises he just voiced something neither of them has yet admitted out loud. Beneath his hands he can feel Pete starting to shake, fine tremors running up and down his thighs.
That seems to knock Patrick out of his surprise. “Okay, okay,” he says, wrapping his arms around Pete, leaving Gerard trapped in the maze of their legs. “We’re good here Pete. We’re good. I got you. You’re mine.”
Patrick drops one of his hands back down, cupping the back Gerard’s neck. “You too, there’s a place for you here if you want it. You did well, Gerard.”
Gerard feels a little light-headed. It’s not a casual offer and he can’t think past the haze of swirling emotions. Instead he presses his mouth over the hard ridge of Pete’s erection, feeling the shape of it under the denim. “Please,” he whispers, unable to focus on anything properly, eyes roaming hungrily over the two men standing on either side of him.
Pete is rubbing his face against the crook of Patrick’s shoulder, whining like a wounded animal. “Please,” he says too. “Please Patrick, let him.”
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“Yes.” Gerard doesn’t even need to think about it. “Pete’s yours. I won’t touch him unless you say I can.”
Both Patrick and Pete inhale sharply, in weird echo of their off-key harmony, and Gerard realises he just voiced something neither of them has yet admitted out loud. Beneath his hands he can feel Pete starting to shake, fine tremors running up and down his thighs.
That seems to knock Patrick out of his surprise. “Okay, okay,” he says, wrapping his arms around Pete, leaving Gerard trapped in the maze of their legs. “We’re good here Pete. We’re good. I got you. You’re mine.”
Patrick drops one of his hands back down, cupping the back Gerard’s neck. “You too, there’s a place for you here if you want it. You did well, Gerard.”
Gerard feels a little light-headed. It’s not a casual offer and he can’t think past the haze of swirling emotions. Instead he presses his mouth over the hard ridge of Pete’s erection, feeling the shape of it under the denim. “Please,” he whispers, unable to focus on anything properly, eyes roaming hungrily over the two men standing on either side of him.
Pete is rubbing his face against the crook of Patrick’s shoulder, whining like a wounded animal. “Please,” he says too. “Please Patrick, let him.”