Points of contact
Title: Points of contact
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: Pete/Patrick/William
Rating: R
Summary: So it's like this: Pete wants Patrick, Patrick wants William and William wants Pete, until things begin to shift.
“What do you know?”
“A lot actually, as I feel exactly the same about him,” William answers painfully honest. Sometimes Patrick can't take William's honesty or Pete's for that matter. It doesn't feel healthy. It feels a bit like touching insanity with bare hands.
Warning(s): kissing, angst, threesome
Author’s Notes: This is kind of for taraangelx who wanted me to fix them. I did. This is the last part of a three part series starting with Shiny things outside the picture frame and Words and the silence between . I guess it could be read on its own.
Word Count: 2.257
Beta: tygermine
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
~1~
Pete gets better. That's it. Pete gets better after...the incident. That’s what they call it. No one calls it a suicide attempted.
“Because it wasn't one,” Pete says and he seems to believe it, Patrick thinks. But Pete can make Pete believe whatever he wants.
“Whatever,” Patrick answers. He is tired of this conversation. He asks himself when Pete will be tired too. Maybe never. But Patrick is not Pete's secret diary, or his therapist.
~+~
“His what?” William asks, laughing.
“Diary, okay? I feel like his fucking diary sometimes,” Patrick sighs.
William waves his cigarette not looking at Patrick, who is sitting on the floor of William's apartment. William is sprawled all over the small couch.
“You need to tell him.”
“What?” Patrick asks, because talking to William is like trying to separate spaghetti strands.
“About us.”
“There is no 'us' William, Jesus. We established this, like, years ago. You just want in Pete's pants...”
“Pete wants in yours,” William interrupts him, Patrick gives him a look and a smile.
“And I want in yours,” he admits and William laughs.
“And now tell me again, there is no us, Patrick.” William says.
“You are so drunk,” Patrick answers.
“Maybe, but it's still true. There is only one way to make that work.”
“I don't want to hear it.” Patrick says, throwing the next best thing he can reach at William, which happens to be a cushion that fell off the couch some time ago.
~+~
“You’re hanging out with Bill more than usual,” Pete says and Patrick knows he is trying to NOT sound accusing. He is failing miserably.
“So? He’s a friend,” Patrick answers, strumming his guitar.
“Friend, hmmm?”
“We are not having this conversation again,” Patrick says firmly. He is not shy anymore. And he’s man enough to admit that despite Pete meaning more to him than most people, he somehow fell in love with William and still hasn’t fallen out of it. Just yet. But the dynamics are shifting, even if he’s the only one to feel it.
“We never really have this conversation, Patrick,” Pete says, sighing. Patrick hates Pete a little when he's like this. All fragile looking and shit. Because Pete is not fragile. He is not, he was the first in the moshpit and the first to throw a punch on Patrick's behalf and...just NOT fragile.
“We have it all the time. In fact, you haven’t talked about anything else since… the…you know…William thing. It’s getting old and I’m tired of feeling like a broken record.” Patrick answers.
“You know I'm tired of it too,” Pete says and doesn't say anything else.
Patrick is not stupid, he knows something is up. He can see Pete's brain working.
~2~
“So...Pete called.” William says, he doesn't look uncomfortable exactly, but...
“Yeah? What did he say?”
“That he knows I want him,” William says, shrugging.
“Big news,” Patrick answers. Because Pete was bitching about William not making a move since the Sixteen candles video.
“Yeah...you know he kinda thinks we’re sleeping together?”
“Tell me he didn’t get all noble and do something stupid like challenge you to a dual behind the 7-11,” Patrick asks mock-horrified, because he knows Pete, Pete fucking would.
“No, he didn't. He was just asking stuff...testing the waters.”
“What did he say?” Patrick asks, he isn't really sure he wants to know, but he knows he should know. Fucking Pete.
“Threesome.” William says, waving his glass of wine and then taking a sip.
“No fucking way!” Patrick says.
“Patrick...” William says softly and FUCK William too. Because he wants to so badly, but it would be wrong. So very wrong.
“Fuck you,” Patrick answers. William stays quiet.
~+~
“Are you insane?” Patrick yells and Pete jumps in surprise, dropping his mug on the counter. There is coffee everywhere in his kitchen.
“What?”
“You can't just call people and like propose threesomes...”
“Patrick...”
“With people who don't even know!” Patrick finishes.
“Look, how I see it, you want him, I know this, he wants me and I want you...”
“You want him as well, you could just...” Patrick says, crossing his arms over his chest. He is fed up with Pete's shit.
“You know he will not let me fuck him,” Pete says frustrated, maybe Patrick thinks, maybe Pete finally figured out why.
“No. He won’t.”
“He knows, how you feel about him, he knows and he knows how I feel about you.”
“And still you want to fuck him?” Patrick says, he is so pissed off. It's not even his place to be pissed off about it. They aren't together. They’re just friends. Right? Fuck.
“Fuck,” he says with feeling.
“Patrick...”
“No. I...no.” Patrick says, uncurling and bolting for the door. He needs some air. How can they do that to him?
~+~
“You think this is a good idea?” Patrick asks in disbelief, because what the fucking fuck?!
“It's not the worst...”
“It's wrong. And fucked up.”
“This...” William says, spreading his skinny arms wide. “This is fucked up as well. I mean, Patrick. This is not healthy. None of us getting what he wants...”
“You and Pete you could. He wants you too!”
“Not like he wants you. Besides you want him too, don't you?” William asks, he looks tired, as he sits down on the couch.
Patrick bites his lip. Because, maybe it's true. “Bill...”
“We deserve this. We deserve...”
“To be happy?” Patrick finishes for him.
“Yeah,” William breathes out. “And maybe this is the way things are supposed to change. Don’t you get it?” He goes on.
Patrick keeps silent. Because he feels it too, that something is different now than it was before, it's like Pete's 'incident' switched something inside him, and Patrick and William as well.
“What's with you?” Patrick asks.
“What?”
“What's with you? Do you want...” he begins and then stops, frustrated. He can't ask that. He just fucking can't.
“I don't know.” William answers, closing his eyes as if he knows that this answer will doom them all. Maybe he knows, Patrick thinks. Because he’s known Patrick for years.
“Then the answer is no, until...”
“Until I want you too?”
“No, until you know what you want,” Patrick answers.
William sighs.
~3~
“You're so selfish,” Pete says, and his voice raises with every word.
“I'm not! I'm not telling you to not fuck him or him not to fuck you! You two can go at it like rabbits for all I care!”
“Don't you see that we can't?” Pete asks frustrated.
Patrick feels like he's going in circles, like they have for the last few years.
“Why the fuck not?” Patrick demands. Pete's look is murderous, he slams his hands on both sides of Patrick's head, who backed away as soon as Pete started looking murderous.
“Because we care!” Pete spits in his face. His lips are so close Patrick could kiss him if he just leaned in this one stupid inch. Pete sighs and turns his head away. So Patrick is staring at Pete's profile, still too close. “We care, okay...I thought...” Pete says, calmer now, softer.
“What?” Patrick asks, equally soft.
“That you do too,” Pete says, straightening and stepping away from him. Patrick itches to grab his shirt and pull him back in, but he doesn't.
I do, he thinks. I do.
~+~
“The thing he didn't say, Patrick, it's so obvious to anyone who cares to look, is that he doesn't only care, he loves,” William says from the couch. Patrick suspects that he is drunk again.
“What do you know?”
“A lot actually, as I feel exactly the same about him,” William answers painfully honest. Sometimes Patrick can't take William's honesty or Pete's for that matter. It doesn't feel healthy. It feels a bit like touching insanity with bare hands. “Don't you feel like that too?”
He does. He shakes his head, because even if he does, because he fucking does, it's not like what they are feeling.
“It's different,” he says.
“It's different for everyone,” William says, shrugging. “Doesn't mean it's not the same,” he adds. And that right there is William and Pete logic. Fucking writers twisting every word, shaping it anew.
“You know how I feel, he knows and still you two just want to get laid,” he sighs.
“It's not about that. When we met, you wanted me and I wanted Pete, so I just...used you,” William says and holds his hands up to kill Patrick's protest on the spot. “I used you, and Pete used other people because he didn't know what he wanted, that he wanted you, and you...you wanted me. And you used Pete to be with me. But it's not like this anymore, is it?”
“No, and you know it,” Patrick answers a bit annoyed.
“I do. You want Pete now as well. So why don't you just...be with him. He wants you and you want him, what's the problem?”
“The problem is that he wants you and you want him and I fucking care!” Patrick says and oh, OH.
“Yeah,” William says softly. He smiles at Patrick and Patrick nearly looks away, because he can't take this. William always was tempting and beautiful and sometimes just too fucking much. “You see?”
“Fucking circles,” Patrick says and William laughs.
“It's my fault...” William muses after a short while of silence.
“Because you don't want me?”
“It's not that,” William says and looks surprised with his words. “It's not that...”
“What is it then?” Patrick wants to know.
“It's what it always was, I guess...how Pete looks at you,” he answers. And Patrick nearly laughs, because fuck him. Fuck him. He doesn't know that Pete is looking at William the same fucking way. And maybe this is the moment things fall in place for Patrick.
~+~
“If this is a joke, I don't find it very funny,” Pete says storming into Patrick's house.
“Does this look like a joke? Would I do that?” Patrick asks calmly, but he is anything but calm. But Pete doesn't need to know that. Fuck that, he is sure Pete knows anyway
“Why are you...”
“Doing it after all?” Patrick asks, Pet nods. William beside him is really fucking quiet. “Because you look at him, like you look at me,” Patrick says and William takes a sharp breath. Patrick was pretty sure he didn't know. But Patrick knew, he just...was maybe afraid. He is not anymore. Because even if William doesn't love him, he still loves William and wants him to be happy and he knows that Pete loves them both. Somewhere along the way his obsession for William turned into love.
“Patrick...” Pete says and Patrick cuts him off with a sharp 'Shut up!', he can't talk about this anymore, or he’ll lose his nerve. Pete nods.
William squeezes his hand and he can feel him breathe against his skin, he knows how William's lips feel, he knows, but it's still somehow different when William reaches out and turns Patrick's face so that they are facing each other. He says 'thank you' with his lips and tongue and Patrick fucking moans, because this is what he wanted. Somewhere, very close to his back he hears Pete's sharp intake of breath. William does too, Patrick knows, because William is smiling against his lips. Patrick holds out his hand blindly and Pete grabs it, leaning down to kiss his neck. Lick it, tearing at his shirt to get better access to Patrick's skin.
“Impatient, much?” William asks, as he gives Patrick's lips free.
“You have no fucking idea,” Pete says, giving up on Patrick's shirt and taking his own off instead.
“I do...” William says in a voice that makes Patrick shiver. “You need less clothes,” he says to Patrick and Patrick just nods, lifting his arms so Pete can take off his shirt. William makes to take his shirt off as well, but Patrick stops his hand on the hem saying:
“Let me.”
“Patrick.”
Patrick shakes his head, he doesn't exactly know what he is doing here...because he never did it like this before, but this is not going to stop him now.
He doesn't know when exactly William loses his pants, because he is too preoccupied mapping Pete's tattoos with his tongue, but as he notices he thinks it's a good idea to do the same.
Straddling William naked and sweaty with William's mouth sucking at his neck and William's hand stroking his dick slowly but with purpose, while Pete is kissing a wet trail down his spine, and he can't help the moans and the whimpers escaping his lips, because Pete is so fucking good at this, Pete's hands on his hips, leaving bruises for sure, he thinks that maybe the threesome idea wasn't the worst they ever had. In fact it might be the most brilliant idea ever.
~end~
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: Pete/Patrick/William
Rating: R
Summary: So it's like this: Pete wants Patrick, Patrick wants William and William wants Pete, until things begin to shift.
“What do you know?”
“A lot actually, as I feel exactly the same about him,” William answers painfully honest. Sometimes Patrick can't take William's honesty or Pete's for that matter. It doesn't feel healthy. It feels a bit like touching insanity with bare hands.
Warning(s): kissing, angst, threesome
Author’s Notes: This is kind of for taraangelx who wanted me to fix them. I did. This is the last part of a three part series starting with Shiny things outside the picture frame and Words and the silence between . I guess it could be read on its own.
Word Count: 2.257
Beta: tygermine
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
~1~
Pete gets better. That's it. Pete gets better after...the incident. That’s what they call it. No one calls it a suicide attempted.
“Because it wasn't one,” Pete says and he seems to believe it, Patrick thinks. But Pete can make Pete believe whatever he wants.
“Whatever,” Patrick answers. He is tired of this conversation. He asks himself when Pete will be tired too. Maybe never. But Patrick is not Pete's secret diary, or his therapist.
~+~
“His what?” William asks, laughing.
“Diary, okay? I feel like his fucking diary sometimes,” Patrick sighs.
William waves his cigarette not looking at Patrick, who is sitting on the floor of William's apartment. William is sprawled all over the small couch.
“You need to tell him.”
“What?” Patrick asks, because talking to William is like trying to separate spaghetti strands.
“About us.”
“There is no 'us' William, Jesus. We established this, like, years ago. You just want in Pete's pants...”
“Pete wants in yours,” William interrupts him, Patrick gives him a look and a smile.
“And I want in yours,” he admits and William laughs.
“And now tell me again, there is no us, Patrick.” William says.
“You are so drunk,” Patrick answers.
“Maybe, but it's still true. There is only one way to make that work.”
“I don't want to hear it.” Patrick says, throwing the next best thing he can reach at William, which happens to be a cushion that fell off the couch some time ago.
~+~
“You’re hanging out with Bill more than usual,” Pete says and Patrick knows he is trying to NOT sound accusing. He is failing miserably.
“So? He’s a friend,” Patrick answers, strumming his guitar.
“Friend, hmmm?”
“We are not having this conversation again,” Patrick says firmly. He is not shy anymore. And he’s man enough to admit that despite Pete meaning more to him than most people, he somehow fell in love with William and still hasn’t fallen out of it. Just yet. But the dynamics are shifting, even if he’s the only one to feel it.
“We never really have this conversation, Patrick,” Pete says, sighing. Patrick hates Pete a little when he's like this. All fragile looking and shit. Because Pete is not fragile. He is not, he was the first in the moshpit and the first to throw a punch on Patrick's behalf and...just NOT fragile.
“We have it all the time. In fact, you haven’t talked about anything else since… the…you know…William thing. It’s getting old and I’m tired of feeling like a broken record.” Patrick answers.
“You know I'm tired of it too,” Pete says and doesn't say anything else.
Patrick is not stupid, he knows something is up. He can see Pete's brain working.
~2~
“So...Pete called.” William says, he doesn't look uncomfortable exactly, but...
“Yeah? What did he say?”
“That he knows I want him,” William says, shrugging.
“Big news,” Patrick answers. Because Pete was bitching about William not making a move since the Sixteen candles video.
“Yeah...you know he kinda thinks we’re sleeping together?”
“Tell me he didn’t get all noble and do something stupid like challenge you to a dual behind the 7-11,” Patrick asks mock-horrified, because he knows Pete, Pete fucking would.
“No, he didn't. He was just asking stuff...testing the waters.”
“What did he say?” Patrick asks, he isn't really sure he wants to know, but he knows he should know. Fucking Pete.
“Threesome.” William says, waving his glass of wine and then taking a sip.
“No fucking way!” Patrick says.
“Patrick...” William says softly and FUCK William too. Because he wants to so badly, but it would be wrong. So very wrong.
“Fuck you,” Patrick answers. William stays quiet.
~+~
“Are you insane?” Patrick yells and Pete jumps in surprise, dropping his mug on the counter. There is coffee everywhere in his kitchen.
“What?”
“You can't just call people and like propose threesomes...”
“Patrick...”
“With people who don't even know!” Patrick finishes.
“Look, how I see it, you want him, I know this, he wants me and I want you...”
“You want him as well, you could just...” Patrick says, crossing his arms over his chest. He is fed up with Pete's shit.
“You know he will not let me fuck him,” Pete says frustrated, maybe Patrick thinks, maybe Pete finally figured out why.
“No. He won’t.”
“He knows, how you feel about him, he knows and he knows how I feel about you.”
“And still you want to fuck him?” Patrick says, he is so pissed off. It's not even his place to be pissed off about it. They aren't together. They’re just friends. Right? Fuck.
“Fuck,” he says with feeling.
“Patrick...”
“No. I...no.” Patrick says, uncurling and bolting for the door. He needs some air. How can they do that to him?
~+~
“You think this is a good idea?” Patrick asks in disbelief, because what the fucking fuck?!
“It's not the worst...”
“It's wrong. And fucked up.”
“This...” William says, spreading his skinny arms wide. “This is fucked up as well. I mean, Patrick. This is not healthy. None of us getting what he wants...”
“You and Pete you could. He wants you too!”
“Not like he wants you. Besides you want him too, don't you?” William asks, he looks tired, as he sits down on the couch.
Patrick bites his lip. Because, maybe it's true. “Bill...”
“We deserve this. We deserve...”
“To be happy?” Patrick finishes for him.
“Yeah,” William breathes out. “And maybe this is the way things are supposed to change. Don’t you get it?” He goes on.
Patrick keeps silent. Because he feels it too, that something is different now than it was before, it's like Pete's 'incident' switched something inside him, and Patrick and William as well.
“What's with you?” Patrick asks.
“What?”
“What's with you? Do you want...” he begins and then stops, frustrated. He can't ask that. He just fucking can't.
“I don't know.” William answers, closing his eyes as if he knows that this answer will doom them all. Maybe he knows, Patrick thinks. Because he’s known Patrick for years.
“Then the answer is no, until...”
“Until I want you too?”
“No, until you know what you want,” Patrick answers.
William sighs.
~3~
“You're so selfish,” Pete says, and his voice raises with every word.
“I'm not! I'm not telling you to not fuck him or him not to fuck you! You two can go at it like rabbits for all I care!”
“Don't you see that we can't?” Pete asks frustrated.
Patrick feels like he's going in circles, like they have for the last few years.
“Why the fuck not?” Patrick demands. Pete's look is murderous, he slams his hands on both sides of Patrick's head, who backed away as soon as Pete started looking murderous.
“Because we care!” Pete spits in his face. His lips are so close Patrick could kiss him if he just leaned in this one stupid inch. Pete sighs and turns his head away. So Patrick is staring at Pete's profile, still too close. “We care, okay...I thought...” Pete says, calmer now, softer.
“What?” Patrick asks, equally soft.
“That you do too,” Pete says, straightening and stepping away from him. Patrick itches to grab his shirt and pull him back in, but he doesn't.
I do, he thinks. I do.
~+~
“The thing he didn't say, Patrick, it's so obvious to anyone who cares to look, is that he doesn't only care, he loves,” William says from the couch. Patrick suspects that he is drunk again.
“What do you know?”
“A lot actually, as I feel exactly the same about him,” William answers painfully honest. Sometimes Patrick can't take William's honesty or Pete's for that matter. It doesn't feel healthy. It feels a bit like touching insanity with bare hands. “Don't you feel like that too?”
He does. He shakes his head, because even if he does, because he fucking does, it's not like what they are feeling.
“It's different,” he says.
“It's different for everyone,” William says, shrugging. “Doesn't mean it's not the same,” he adds. And that right there is William and Pete logic. Fucking writers twisting every word, shaping it anew.
“You know how I feel, he knows and still you two just want to get laid,” he sighs.
“It's not about that. When we met, you wanted me and I wanted Pete, so I just...used you,” William says and holds his hands up to kill Patrick's protest on the spot. “I used you, and Pete used other people because he didn't know what he wanted, that he wanted you, and you...you wanted me. And you used Pete to be with me. But it's not like this anymore, is it?”
“No, and you know it,” Patrick answers a bit annoyed.
“I do. You want Pete now as well. So why don't you just...be with him. He wants you and you want him, what's the problem?”
“The problem is that he wants you and you want him and I fucking care!” Patrick says and oh, OH.
“Yeah,” William says softly. He smiles at Patrick and Patrick nearly looks away, because he can't take this. William always was tempting and beautiful and sometimes just too fucking much. “You see?”
“Fucking circles,” Patrick says and William laughs.
“It's my fault...” William muses after a short while of silence.
“Because you don't want me?”
“It's not that,” William says and looks surprised with his words. “It's not that...”
“What is it then?” Patrick wants to know.
“It's what it always was, I guess...how Pete looks at you,” he answers. And Patrick nearly laughs, because fuck him. Fuck him. He doesn't know that Pete is looking at William the same fucking way. And maybe this is the moment things fall in place for Patrick.
~+~
“If this is a joke, I don't find it very funny,” Pete says storming into Patrick's house.
“Does this look like a joke? Would I do that?” Patrick asks calmly, but he is anything but calm. But Pete doesn't need to know that. Fuck that, he is sure Pete knows anyway
“Why are you...”
“Doing it after all?” Patrick asks, Pet nods. William beside him is really fucking quiet. “Because you look at him, like you look at me,” Patrick says and William takes a sharp breath. Patrick was pretty sure he didn't know. But Patrick knew, he just...was maybe afraid. He is not anymore. Because even if William doesn't love him, he still loves William and wants him to be happy and he knows that Pete loves them both. Somewhere along the way his obsession for William turned into love.
“Patrick...” Pete says and Patrick cuts him off with a sharp 'Shut up!', he can't talk about this anymore, or he’ll lose his nerve. Pete nods.
William squeezes his hand and he can feel him breathe against his skin, he knows how William's lips feel, he knows, but it's still somehow different when William reaches out and turns Patrick's face so that they are facing each other. He says 'thank you' with his lips and tongue and Patrick fucking moans, because this is what he wanted. Somewhere, very close to his back he hears Pete's sharp intake of breath. William does too, Patrick knows, because William is smiling against his lips. Patrick holds out his hand blindly and Pete grabs it, leaning down to kiss his neck. Lick it, tearing at his shirt to get better access to Patrick's skin.
“Impatient, much?” William asks, as he gives Patrick's lips free.
“You have no fucking idea,” Pete says, giving up on Patrick's shirt and taking his own off instead.
“I do...” William says in a voice that makes Patrick shiver. “You need less clothes,” he says to Patrick and Patrick just nods, lifting his arms so Pete can take off his shirt. William makes to take his shirt off as well, but Patrick stops his hand on the hem saying:
“Let me.”
“Patrick.”
Patrick shakes his head, he doesn't exactly know what he is doing here...because he never did it like this before, but this is not going to stop him now.
He doesn't know when exactly William loses his pants, because he is too preoccupied mapping Pete's tattoos with his tongue, but as he notices he thinks it's a good idea to do the same.
Straddling William naked and sweaty with William's mouth sucking at his neck and William's hand stroking his dick slowly but with purpose, while Pete is kissing a wet trail down his spine, and he can't help the moans and the whimpers escaping his lips, because Pete is so fucking good at this, Pete's hands on his hips, leaving bruises for sure, he thinks that maybe the threesome idea wasn't the worst they ever had. In fact it might be the most brilliant idea ever.
~end~