Come with me now
Title: Come with me now
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: Gabe/William/Patrick, William/Patrick/Pete, Willliam/Patrick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which bb!Patrick and William are picking up Arma Pete and Midtown Gabe. That's pretty much it. \o/
Warning(s): kissing, sex, threesome, also they're sixteen...
Author’s Notes: Written for anon_lovefest. Dear anon I hope you will like it.
Word Count: 2.816
Beta: asm_z (thank you!)
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
~1~
The thing is William doesn't even know how they ended up together. Like in a relationship, because William never looked at guys like that before he made out with Patrick at this one party. He was drunk, but Patrick wasn't. It kind of happened. They fell into it and it was really fucking easy. It's still really fucking easy, is the thing.
“So...when you're not thinking about me, who are you thinking about?” William wants to know. He takes a sip from Patrick's Coke and puts it down on the floor again. He can feel Patrick's warmth and the light movement of the bed when he shifts to look down at William. William doesn't move, his head lying on his folded arms.
“Will you get mad?” Patrick asks.
“Nah...” William answers.
“Pete...” Patrick says softly.
“Arma Pete?”
“Yeah.”
“He plays so shitty, dude,” William laughs.
“He's hot,” Patrick answers. William can hear him smile. He turns his head and looks at Patrick.
“Really? You want to fuck him?”
“I want him to fuck me,” Patrick admits, his cheeks a bit pink.
“Hmmm....” William answers. They tried it both ways and William is okay with Patrick's dick in his ass, but he's not super crazy about it. He didn't think Patrick was either.
“Are you mad?”
“Am I bad?” he asks.
“What?”
“I mean...you’re never that enthusiastic with me,” William says.
“You're not bad, you're just...not experienced and you kinda love me,” Patrick says, looking at the wall. It's true. He is a bit in love with Patrick. That's why he can't just fuck him.
“It's all about sweet, sweet love with me, hmmm?”
“Yeah, it is,” Patrick answers, leaning down to kiss him. William is okay with that.
~2~
It's still cold for late March and William is shivering like crazy after the hot, damp air in the club. Patrick takes off his scarf and hands it over without a word. William nods his thanks. Patrick never is cold.
Patrick leans against the cold wall and looks up at the sky. He looks really fucking beautiful like that, William thinks.
“Pete was looking at you,” Patrick says out of the blue.
“Dude, he wasn't,” William answers.
“He was, he always finds the cute kids,” Patrick says.
“God, shut up. I'm in no way cute...” he laughs, smoke leaving his lungs and mingling with Patrick's breath.
“You kind of are...” he hears someone say and turns his head. Patrick nods, his cheeks pink. Maybe from the cold, but William doesn't think so.
“So, you were staring at me?” William asks. Pete doesn't answer.
He takes out a cigarette and pats his pants and hoodie for a lighter. “Fuck...” he swears and William takes out his own. “Thanks,” Pete says, taking it and lighting up. He inhales deep and lets it out slowly. William watches him and tries to see what Patrick finds so hot. There is something, yeah, but Patrick's lips are so much better.
“I like your lips better,” he says, turning to look at Patrick. Patrick smiles and Pete coughs, risking a glance at Patrick's lips. Patrick ducks his head. Patrick is shy, but he is not shy about what he wants. William knows. He looks back at Pete and grabs Patrick's hand blindly, intertwining their fingers. Patrick squeezes. It's all the answer he needs. William isn't exactly bold, but he knows his looks work for him, even if he has no fucking clue why. “So, you guys have a place to stay?” William asks.
“The van?” Pete answers with a wicked smile. Oh, William thinks, that's what Patrick is seeing.
“My parents aren't home this weekend,” he answers. And Courtney isn't either. He is nearly sixteen and can spend a weekend alone at home.
“Is this a come on?”
“For your band? Hardly,” William says with a smile. Patrick presses closer and he takes another drag. He really wants Patrick to have this.
Pete laughs, flipping the butt on the pavement. “Guest rooms?”
“Two, and free soda and pizza,” William says. He can feel Patrick's breath on his skin, his warmth, the smile he presses into William's neck (standing on his tiptoes), just above the scarf. It makes him shiver.
“Yeah, thanks,” Pete says after a minute.
“No problem,” William answers.
~+~
“Your parents will kill you,” Patrick says, flopping down on William's bed.
“They'll never find out, because I’ll clean the whole house and I told them not to smoke in the house,” William answers. Patrick sits up and looks at him.
“You’ll let me fuck him?”
“What else?” William answers. “But don't tell me if he's better than I am,” he adds.
Patrick looks at him and then says: “I want you with me.”
William nods.
~+~
Pete is not exactly a slut, but he is not turning down people who want to have sex with him. Everyone knows that.
They're sharing a smoke outside and he glances over at William.
“So, how old are you?” he asks.
“Sixteen,” Patrick answers. William knows that he looks older than Patrick, so he just blows out smoke and waits.
“You're not going all moral on our asses now, are you?” William wants to know. Patrick licks his lips and Pete watches him. He doesn't think Pete's morals are set in stone. They're crumbling like cookies already.
“Sixteen?” he asks. Patrick nods and William keeps quiet. He's not going to lie.
“Fuck this,” he says, grabbing Patrick's hand and pulling him close. Patrick smiles in the split second before William kisses him. They hear Pete gasp.
“So...” Patrick begins, not looking at Pete.
“You in or not?” William finishes the sentence.
“Yeah,” Pete says, flipping the butt onto his mom's lawn. She will bitch him out about it, but hey, he doesn't care right now. At all.
~+~
There is a split second he doesn't know what to do after he closed the door to his bedroom. Patrick does. Patrick grabs his hand and pulls him over to the bed, the other hand in Pete's shirt. He pushes Pete onto the bed and kneels down. William's breath hitches and so does Pete's. Because Patrick has these lips, they are like made for a lot of sinful things and one of them is sucking cock. William kneels behind Pete, kissing his neck and grabbing his hips, so he's trapped as Patrick opens his fly and pulls out his dick. He knows without needing to see, that he blows on it, stroking delicately with his fingers before he kisses just the tip. Patrick always likes to do things right. He has Pete moaning in no time and William smiles as Pete gasps, his fingers fisted in the covers. Patrick lets go of Pete and looks up at William.
“Come here,” he says, already leaning over to get the lube and Patrick just strips and lays down. They've done this before and it's really easy to slip into that. He can feel Pete's gaze on them, can feel Pete shift on the bed as he slips a finger inside Patrick, and then another one. Can feel the restless energy vibrating between them.
“You two,” Pete says and then: “Fuck!” as Patrick arches into the third finger, long and slender.
“Okay...” Patrick gasps.
“Yeah?” William asks, twisting his finger and hitting right there.
“God, yes, yes, yes!” Patrick chants.
“Okay,” he answers, letting his finger slip out. “'You should lie down,” he tells Pete.
“What? Why?”
“Gonna ride you,” Patrick says, sitting up. William smiles. Patrick for all that he is really shy in front of people when he's clothed, really isn't when he's naked.
“God!” Pete says.
Patrick's thighs are quivering as he sinks down on Pete's dick and William leans over to kiss him, hard and messy and just inches away from Pete.
Pete's pants are around his ankles, his shirt lost somewhere and Patrick is naked and moving like he hears music in his head. He runs his fingers over the thorns and William leans down and pushes one of Patrick's hands away to run his tongue over them. He's still fully clothed, but he doesn't care; this is not about him. Patrick's hand finds his hair and he tugs. They kiss messy and long and he can hear and feel Patrick's gasp as Pete strokes him. Patrick's hand slips to his shoulder, gripping too hard as he comes. Pete also grabs his wrist too hard as he comes, and he knows he will be bruised from it, but he doesn't care. Patrick collapses on top of Pete, bites his shoulder playfully and then rolls over, pulling William on top of him. His hand is lazy as he strokes William, but William is too far gone to last long anyway. He kisses Patrick as he comes, sloppy and with too much tongue and with closed eyes.
~+~
William makes pancakes for the band the next morning and tells them to not fucking smoke in his fucking kitchen! The guys laugh, but go outside anyway.
Pete stays, sipping orange juice and looking between William and Patrick.
“You feel like a pervert, right?” Patrick says with a small smile.
Pete doesn't answer.
“It's okay, you are a pervert,” William says, taking a bite.
“He's fifteen,” Patrick whispers.
Pete groans.
~3~
Patrick catches him masturbating to Midtown.
That's how it begins.
“So...” Patrick says.
“Yeah, no, we don't need to talk about it,” William answers, embarrassed. Because, fuck, Patrick was watching!
“You are listening to Midtown while you jerk off and Gabe Saporta is hanging over your bed,” Patrick says, “Yeah, I don't think we need to talk about it. I know exactly what goes on.”
“Don't quote Taking Back Sunday on me,” William mumbles into his arm. Patrick laughs.
“You want to fuck him or be fucked by him?” he asks, curiosity in his voice.
“I'm fifteen...”
“Not what I asked,” Patrick replies.
“Wanna fuck him,” William says.
“Don't think it will be that simple with Gabe,” Patrick answers.
“Don't even start.”
“Hey... we'll figure something out,” Patrick says, leaning down to kiss him. And then he just slides down William's body and does this wicked thing with his tongue and William is glad that his parents are out shopping, because fuck, Patrick's mouth.
~+~
Midtown is playing Chicago in late April. Around Patrick's birthday and yeah, of course, they are going to see Midtown play.
He is very well aware that Patrick is laughing at him; he doesn't care. He can't hear it over the music and the screaming anyway. That makes it easier not to care. Patrick is a too hot presence at his side and there are too many bodies around him. Everything is too hot, too close, too loud and fantastic.
He knows that Patrick will try and...well, do something. But William doesn't think it will end with them and Gabe in one bed or whatever. Gabe is not Pete.
~+~
Gabe Saporta is a smoker. And that’s how Patrick makes him talk to them. It seems too fucking easy and Patrick is too fucking cute. Gabe is smiling and William can tell he is...not exactly drunk, but not sober either.
“Enjoyed the show?” he asks, between drags. Patrick nods.
“Yeah,” William says and tries not to sound like a little fangirl. He doesn't think he is very successful, but Gabe doesn't give him shit for it.
“You old enough to drink?” Gabe asks.
“Do you really care?” Patrick wants to know. Gabe laughs and shakes his head. William knew, of course. He flips the butt of his cigarette on the pavement and waits for Gabe to finish his.
They land in a nondescript bar and have a few more drinks and by the time they leave, he is a bit tipsy, but not drunk. Patrick didn't drink at all. Someone has to drive them home.
~+~
They stumble on the way to...William has no idea, their car maybe. Gabe grabs his wrist, too hard, and then they are too close and William closes the space between their lips. It's hard and a bit messy and he is breathing heavily when they break apart. It's like Gabe was waiting just for that. Just for someone to make the first step. So he doesn't feel like a pervert, William thinks.
“I don't,” Gabe answers against his lips. Well, maybe he just didn't think that.
“Good,” William answers.
“Take us home,” Patrick says, and William turns to kiss him, whispers 'I love you' against his lips.
“I live in New York.” Gabe laughs.
“Who says yours?” William answers and Gabe looks between them.
“Fuck,” he says.
“That would be the general idea, yeah...” William whispers and bites his lip.
“Yeah...okay, yeah,” Gabe says. Patrick squeezes his hand.
~+~
Gabe fucks Patrick on the old couch in Patrick's basement where his drum kit is and the guitars and well, everything.
“Come on, harder,” Patrick grits out and William's breath hitches. This is what he can't do, isn't willing to do, for Patrick, and he isn't sure Gabe is either.
“You sure?” Gabe asks. It's cut off with a moan from Patrick as Gabe thrusts a bit harder experimentally.
“Yes, fuck yes!”
Something shifts then, or breaks, William isn't sure, but Gabe just lets go and does exactly what Patrick wants from him. And it should look vulgar, but it really doesn't.
After, they lie there and smoke, while Patrick takes a sip of water. He's naked, snuggled close under an old blanket. His skin still damp and hot to the touch. Gabe's hand is stroking William's thigh. He's still painfully hard, because he just couldn't look away from them. Couldn't concentrate on anything else.
“So, kid. What do you want?” Gabe asks into his ear, his breath hot against William’s skin. He can't suppress the soft moan that leaves his lips and Patrick kisses his shoulder, nibbling at it through his shirt. He didn't drink enough to tell Gabe from Midtown that he wants to fuck him, really badly.
“Talk,” Patrick says and William gasps. Because this is the next best thing.
“About what?” Gabe muses, but he is grinning, so William isn't concerned.
Patrick's hand is in his lap, opening his fly, pulling at his pants and Gabe's joins it. Longer fingers, unfamiliar to William, but so fucking good and Gabe is whispering into his ear how Patrick felt around him and how hot William is and that he wants to play with his hair while they fuck and...
“Your fingers around my dick, Bilvy...or inside me,” he says. William groans and Patrick bites his shoulder. Everything is too hot and too much and Gabe is describing in detail how he would spread William out on his bed and fuck him slowly, “Because you like it slow, don't you?” he asks.
“Yes,” he answers, biting his lip.
Patrick's hand is slow and he does this thing with his thumb that makes William moan and writhe and just want, anything, everything, “Patrick...” he says.
“Yeah...” Patrick answers, speeding up and Gabe is still whispering into his ear and his fingers are skimming over his skin lazily. Drawing circles around his navel, his whole body feels like it's on fire. He comes as Gabe's hand joins Patrick's on his dick.
“So, you pick up a lot guys?” Gabe asks, wiping his hand on the blanket.
“No,” William answers, it's the truth.
“Okay,” Gabe says. He stretches and lights another cigarette, William snatches it away with an ease he usually only has around Patrick or Sisky. Gabe just lights another one.
Patrick kisses his neck and then gets up.
“I'm driving you back,” he says, putting on clothes, making a face in the process.
“You sure?” Gabe says and William shivers. Gabe laughs.
“Yeah, get your ass into gear. Don't you need to be somewhere tomorrow?”
“Yeah...” Gabe says, getting up. He kisses William's temple before he leaves with Patrick and William smiles up at him, closing his eyes.
~+~
“So,” Patrick says as he comes back. William opens his eyes and blinks.
“What?”
“What do you think about Gerard Way?” Patrick asks, sitting down.
“Are you kidding?”
“No,” he says, leaning down to kiss William.
~end~
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: Gabe/William/Patrick, William/Patrick/Pete, Willliam/Patrick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which bb!Patrick and William are picking up Arma Pete and Midtown Gabe. That's pretty much it. \o/
Warning(s): kissing, sex, threesome, also they're sixteen...
Author’s Notes: Written for anon_lovefest. Dear anon I hope you will like it.
Word Count: 2.816
Beta: asm_z (thank you!)
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
~1~
The thing is William doesn't even know how they ended up together. Like in a relationship, because William never looked at guys like that before he made out with Patrick at this one party. He was drunk, but Patrick wasn't. It kind of happened. They fell into it and it was really fucking easy. It's still really fucking easy, is the thing.
“So...when you're not thinking about me, who are you thinking about?” William wants to know. He takes a sip from Patrick's Coke and puts it down on the floor again. He can feel Patrick's warmth and the light movement of the bed when he shifts to look down at William. William doesn't move, his head lying on his folded arms.
“Will you get mad?” Patrick asks.
“Nah...” William answers.
“Pete...” Patrick says softly.
“Arma Pete?”
“Yeah.”
“He plays so shitty, dude,” William laughs.
“He's hot,” Patrick answers. William can hear him smile. He turns his head and looks at Patrick.
“Really? You want to fuck him?”
“I want him to fuck me,” Patrick admits, his cheeks a bit pink.
“Hmmm....” William answers. They tried it both ways and William is okay with Patrick's dick in his ass, but he's not super crazy about it. He didn't think Patrick was either.
“Are you mad?”
“Am I bad?” he asks.
“What?”
“I mean...you’re never that enthusiastic with me,” William says.
“You're not bad, you're just...not experienced and you kinda love me,” Patrick says, looking at the wall. It's true. He is a bit in love with Patrick. That's why he can't just fuck him.
“It's all about sweet, sweet love with me, hmmm?”
“Yeah, it is,” Patrick answers, leaning down to kiss him. William is okay with that.
~2~
It's still cold for late March and William is shivering like crazy after the hot, damp air in the club. Patrick takes off his scarf and hands it over without a word. William nods his thanks. Patrick never is cold.
Patrick leans against the cold wall and looks up at the sky. He looks really fucking beautiful like that, William thinks.
“Pete was looking at you,” Patrick says out of the blue.
“Dude, he wasn't,” William answers.
“He was, he always finds the cute kids,” Patrick says.
“God, shut up. I'm in no way cute...” he laughs, smoke leaving his lungs and mingling with Patrick's breath.
“You kind of are...” he hears someone say and turns his head. Patrick nods, his cheeks pink. Maybe from the cold, but William doesn't think so.
“So, you were staring at me?” William asks. Pete doesn't answer.
He takes out a cigarette and pats his pants and hoodie for a lighter. “Fuck...” he swears and William takes out his own. “Thanks,” Pete says, taking it and lighting up. He inhales deep and lets it out slowly. William watches him and tries to see what Patrick finds so hot. There is something, yeah, but Patrick's lips are so much better.
“I like your lips better,” he says, turning to look at Patrick. Patrick smiles and Pete coughs, risking a glance at Patrick's lips. Patrick ducks his head. Patrick is shy, but he is not shy about what he wants. William knows. He looks back at Pete and grabs Patrick's hand blindly, intertwining their fingers. Patrick squeezes. It's all the answer he needs. William isn't exactly bold, but he knows his looks work for him, even if he has no fucking clue why. “So, you guys have a place to stay?” William asks.
“The van?” Pete answers with a wicked smile. Oh, William thinks, that's what Patrick is seeing.
“My parents aren't home this weekend,” he answers. And Courtney isn't either. He is nearly sixteen and can spend a weekend alone at home.
“Is this a come on?”
“For your band? Hardly,” William says with a smile. Patrick presses closer and he takes another drag. He really wants Patrick to have this.
Pete laughs, flipping the butt on the pavement. “Guest rooms?”
“Two, and free soda and pizza,” William says. He can feel Patrick's breath on his skin, his warmth, the smile he presses into William's neck (standing on his tiptoes), just above the scarf. It makes him shiver.
“Yeah, thanks,” Pete says after a minute.
“No problem,” William answers.
~+~
“Your parents will kill you,” Patrick says, flopping down on William's bed.
“They'll never find out, because I’ll clean the whole house and I told them not to smoke in the house,” William answers. Patrick sits up and looks at him.
“You’ll let me fuck him?”
“What else?” William answers. “But don't tell me if he's better than I am,” he adds.
Patrick looks at him and then says: “I want you with me.”
William nods.
~+~
Pete is not exactly a slut, but he is not turning down people who want to have sex with him. Everyone knows that.
They're sharing a smoke outside and he glances over at William.
“So, how old are you?” he asks.
“Sixteen,” Patrick answers. William knows that he looks older than Patrick, so he just blows out smoke and waits.
“You're not going all moral on our asses now, are you?” William wants to know. Patrick licks his lips and Pete watches him. He doesn't think Pete's morals are set in stone. They're crumbling like cookies already.
“Sixteen?” he asks. Patrick nods and William keeps quiet. He's not going to lie.
“Fuck this,” he says, grabbing Patrick's hand and pulling him close. Patrick smiles in the split second before William kisses him. They hear Pete gasp.
“So...” Patrick begins, not looking at Pete.
“You in or not?” William finishes the sentence.
“Yeah,” Pete says, flipping the butt onto his mom's lawn. She will bitch him out about it, but hey, he doesn't care right now. At all.
~+~
There is a split second he doesn't know what to do after he closed the door to his bedroom. Patrick does. Patrick grabs his hand and pulls him over to the bed, the other hand in Pete's shirt. He pushes Pete onto the bed and kneels down. William's breath hitches and so does Pete's. Because Patrick has these lips, they are like made for a lot of sinful things and one of them is sucking cock. William kneels behind Pete, kissing his neck and grabbing his hips, so he's trapped as Patrick opens his fly and pulls out his dick. He knows without needing to see, that he blows on it, stroking delicately with his fingers before he kisses just the tip. Patrick always likes to do things right. He has Pete moaning in no time and William smiles as Pete gasps, his fingers fisted in the covers. Patrick lets go of Pete and looks up at William.
“Come here,” he says, already leaning over to get the lube and Patrick just strips and lays down. They've done this before and it's really easy to slip into that. He can feel Pete's gaze on them, can feel Pete shift on the bed as he slips a finger inside Patrick, and then another one. Can feel the restless energy vibrating between them.
“You two,” Pete says and then: “Fuck!” as Patrick arches into the third finger, long and slender.
“Okay...” Patrick gasps.
“Yeah?” William asks, twisting his finger and hitting right there.
“God, yes, yes, yes!” Patrick chants.
“Okay,” he answers, letting his finger slip out. “'You should lie down,” he tells Pete.
“What? Why?”
“Gonna ride you,” Patrick says, sitting up. William smiles. Patrick for all that he is really shy in front of people when he's clothed, really isn't when he's naked.
“God!” Pete says.
Patrick's thighs are quivering as he sinks down on Pete's dick and William leans over to kiss him, hard and messy and just inches away from Pete.
Pete's pants are around his ankles, his shirt lost somewhere and Patrick is naked and moving like he hears music in his head. He runs his fingers over the thorns and William leans down and pushes one of Patrick's hands away to run his tongue over them. He's still fully clothed, but he doesn't care; this is not about him. Patrick's hand finds his hair and he tugs. They kiss messy and long and he can hear and feel Patrick's gasp as Pete strokes him. Patrick's hand slips to his shoulder, gripping too hard as he comes. Pete also grabs his wrist too hard as he comes, and he knows he will be bruised from it, but he doesn't care. Patrick collapses on top of Pete, bites his shoulder playfully and then rolls over, pulling William on top of him. His hand is lazy as he strokes William, but William is too far gone to last long anyway. He kisses Patrick as he comes, sloppy and with too much tongue and with closed eyes.
~+~
William makes pancakes for the band the next morning and tells them to not fucking smoke in his fucking kitchen! The guys laugh, but go outside anyway.
Pete stays, sipping orange juice and looking between William and Patrick.
“You feel like a pervert, right?” Patrick says with a small smile.
Pete doesn't answer.
“It's okay, you are a pervert,” William says, taking a bite.
“He's fifteen,” Patrick whispers.
Pete groans.
~3~
Patrick catches him masturbating to Midtown.
That's how it begins.
“So...” Patrick says.
“Yeah, no, we don't need to talk about it,” William answers, embarrassed. Because, fuck, Patrick was watching!
“You are listening to Midtown while you jerk off and Gabe Saporta is hanging over your bed,” Patrick says, “Yeah, I don't think we need to talk about it. I know exactly what goes on.”
“Don't quote Taking Back Sunday on me,” William mumbles into his arm. Patrick laughs.
“You want to fuck him or be fucked by him?” he asks, curiosity in his voice.
“I'm fifteen...”
“Not what I asked,” Patrick replies.
“Wanna fuck him,” William says.
“Don't think it will be that simple with Gabe,” Patrick answers.
“Don't even start.”
“Hey... we'll figure something out,” Patrick says, leaning down to kiss him. And then he just slides down William's body and does this wicked thing with his tongue and William is glad that his parents are out shopping, because fuck, Patrick's mouth.
~+~
Midtown is playing Chicago in late April. Around Patrick's birthday and yeah, of course, they are going to see Midtown play.
He is very well aware that Patrick is laughing at him; he doesn't care. He can't hear it over the music and the screaming anyway. That makes it easier not to care. Patrick is a too hot presence at his side and there are too many bodies around him. Everything is too hot, too close, too loud and fantastic.
He knows that Patrick will try and...well, do something. But William doesn't think it will end with them and Gabe in one bed or whatever. Gabe is not Pete.
~+~
Gabe Saporta is a smoker. And that’s how Patrick makes him talk to them. It seems too fucking easy and Patrick is too fucking cute. Gabe is smiling and William can tell he is...not exactly drunk, but not sober either.
“Enjoyed the show?” he asks, between drags. Patrick nods.
“Yeah,” William says and tries not to sound like a little fangirl. He doesn't think he is very successful, but Gabe doesn't give him shit for it.
“You old enough to drink?” Gabe asks.
“Do you really care?” Patrick wants to know. Gabe laughs and shakes his head. William knew, of course. He flips the butt of his cigarette on the pavement and waits for Gabe to finish his.
They land in a nondescript bar and have a few more drinks and by the time they leave, he is a bit tipsy, but not drunk. Patrick didn't drink at all. Someone has to drive them home.
~+~
They stumble on the way to...William has no idea, their car maybe. Gabe grabs his wrist, too hard, and then they are too close and William closes the space between their lips. It's hard and a bit messy and he is breathing heavily when they break apart. It's like Gabe was waiting just for that. Just for someone to make the first step. So he doesn't feel like a pervert, William thinks.
“I don't,” Gabe answers against his lips. Well, maybe he just didn't think that.
“Good,” William answers.
“Take us home,” Patrick says, and William turns to kiss him, whispers 'I love you' against his lips.
“I live in New York.” Gabe laughs.
“Who says yours?” William answers and Gabe looks between them.
“Fuck,” he says.
“That would be the general idea, yeah...” William whispers and bites his lip.
“Yeah...okay, yeah,” Gabe says. Patrick squeezes his hand.
~+~
Gabe fucks Patrick on the old couch in Patrick's basement where his drum kit is and the guitars and well, everything.
“Come on, harder,” Patrick grits out and William's breath hitches. This is what he can't do, isn't willing to do, for Patrick, and he isn't sure Gabe is either.
“You sure?” Gabe asks. It's cut off with a moan from Patrick as Gabe thrusts a bit harder experimentally.
“Yes, fuck yes!”
Something shifts then, or breaks, William isn't sure, but Gabe just lets go and does exactly what Patrick wants from him. And it should look vulgar, but it really doesn't.
After, they lie there and smoke, while Patrick takes a sip of water. He's naked, snuggled close under an old blanket. His skin still damp and hot to the touch. Gabe's hand is stroking William's thigh. He's still painfully hard, because he just couldn't look away from them. Couldn't concentrate on anything else.
“So, kid. What do you want?” Gabe asks into his ear, his breath hot against William’s skin. He can't suppress the soft moan that leaves his lips and Patrick kisses his shoulder, nibbling at it through his shirt. He didn't drink enough to tell Gabe from Midtown that he wants to fuck him, really badly.
“Talk,” Patrick says and William gasps. Because this is the next best thing.
“About what?” Gabe muses, but he is grinning, so William isn't concerned.
Patrick's hand is in his lap, opening his fly, pulling at his pants and Gabe's joins it. Longer fingers, unfamiliar to William, but so fucking good and Gabe is whispering into his ear how Patrick felt around him and how hot William is and that he wants to play with his hair while they fuck and...
“Your fingers around my dick, Bilvy...or inside me,” he says. William groans and Patrick bites his shoulder. Everything is too hot and too much and Gabe is describing in detail how he would spread William out on his bed and fuck him slowly, “Because you like it slow, don't you?” he asks.
“Yes,” he answers, biting his lip.
Patrick's hand is slow and he does this thing with his thumb that makes William moan and writhe and just want, anything, everything, “Patrick...” he says.
“Yeah...” Patrick answers, speeding up and Gabe is still whispering into his ear and his fingers are skimming over his skin lazily. Drawing circles around his navel, his whole body feels like it's on fire. He comes as Gabe's hand joins Patrick's on his dick.
“So, you pick up a lot guys?” Gabe asks, wiping his hand on the blanket.
“No,” William answers, it's the truth.
“Okay,” Gabe says. He stretches and lights another cigarette, William snatches it away with an ease he usually only has around Patrick or Sisky. Gabe just lights another one.
Patrick kisses his neck and then gets up.
“I'm driving you back,” he says, putting on clothes, making a face in the process.
“You sure?” Gabe says and William shivers. Gabe laughs.
“Yeah, get your ass into gear. Don't you need to be somewhere tomorrow?”
“Yeah...” Gabe says, getting up. He kisses William's temple before he leaves with Patrick and William smiles up at him, closing his eyes.
~+~
“So,” Patrick says as he comes back. William opens his eyes and blinks.
“What?”
“What do you think about Gerard Way?” Patrick asks, sitting down.
“Are you kidding?”
“No,” he says, leaning down to kiss William.
~end~