Intoxicated Circulation
By Zee
Summary: "I'm a make-out king." R, various pairings.
Disclaimer: As far as I know, this is not actually how Patrick celebrated his birthday and the opening of Angles & Kings.
Notes: Written for Patrick's birthday and for Miss Pamela's AK-47 challenge. Posted May 4, 2007.
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The problem is that he has to choose. Well, and there's another problem
in that walking upright is sort of--difficult, hence Gabe's leaning
against (clutching) the bar, but. But the main problem is that he has
to choose. Choose which drink to start with (the Church of Hot
Addiction, because he kind of had to, but the bartender has been kind
enough to keep all different kinds consistently coming so that Gabe's
choice doesn't limit him too much. Gabe fucking loves Pete's
bartender.), choose who to talk to first, choose whether to dance or go
spy on whomever's already fucking in the bathrooms. It's a good problem
to have but it is a problem, and Gabe finds himself staring out at the
rest of the club, his elbows propped up on the bar counter, instead of
actually getting out there and socializing.
And there's
definitely something not right about that. With this many of his
favorite people packed into such a small space in one night, Gabe
should be running around spending time with every single person that he
can before they all scatter back to touring or promotion or marriage.
His
glass is empty, and he can't really remember when that happened, but he
figures it's a sign. He puts it decisively on the counter and stands,
ignoring the way his feet want to swerve and walks forward, getting
swept up in the current of people until he ends up near the corner
booths.
He slides into the first booth he sees, and it happens
to be-- "Oh hey, birthday boy! And my sort-of-boss, 'sup, how's it
goin'."
Patrick stops what he's doing--which was sticking his
tongue down Pete's throat, from what Gabe can see--to laugh. His cheeks
are flushed and he's got a sort of loose, smirk-y expression on his
face that's way different from the way Patrick usually smirks, and wow,
is this really the first time Gabe has ever seen Patrick wasted? It's
pretty charming.
"Having a good birthday, I see," Gabe says. He
doesn't actually know if Pete and Patrick doing whatever they're doing
is something he's allowed to joke about (do they make a habit of making
out and Gabe's just never noticed before? Gabe is usually a pretty
observant guy.), but Pete just ducks his head and grins and
Patrick--Patrick *giggles.* Like a thirteen-year-old girl, and Gabe
decides to make it his new life mission to figure out how to get him to
giggle like that whenever possible.
"Yeah, it's, you know, it's okay," Patrick says, reaching up to adjust his hat. "Pete is, um."
"Debauching
you, from what I could see," Gabe says. "And don't let me stop you from
continuing that, by the way. Just pretend I'm not even here." He scoots
closer.
"You're so gracious," Pete says dryly, and Patrick
giggles again and reaches for Gabe. Gabe obliges, leaning in. He's
always thought that Patrick had kind of an inhumanly pretty mouth, but
he'd sort of given up on ever getting the opportunity to test those
lips for himself, so Patrick bumping his mouth to his and then grabbing
the back of Gabe's head to hold him there and make it into a real kiss
is unexpected. Unexpected and pretty fucking awesome.
Patrick's
mouth is warm, his tongue is wet and he tastes like girly liquor. He's
really enthusiastic about the kissing, which Gabe appreciates, because
kissing someone who seems like they're bored by it is never any fun. In
the background he hears Pete make a sound that could be laughter and
could be something a lot more inappropriate, and when Patrick breaks
off the kiss to lean away and smack Pete upside the head, Gabe's guess
leans more towards something more inappropriate.
"Ow!" Pete cringes away. "You can't abuse me in my own bar, dude."
"This
isn't abuse, it's like. Training. You're totally like a puppy who just
hasn't learned not to piss on the carpet y--" Pete kisses him in the
middle of his sentence, smushing their faces together.
"Man,
Patrick, you should really wash your mouth out with soap after he's
done." Joe is dwarfed under Travis's arm with Butcher on his other
side, leaning--no, draped over the booth. Gabe can see their dilated
pupils even in the dim lighting, if their lazy smiles hadn't been a
dead giveaway.
"Really, man, don't know where it's been," Travis
says, and pushes Joe into the booth, scooting in after him. Butcher
flops down on Gabe's other side, giving Gabe a wide grin and a big
smooch on the cheek.
"My turn," Joe says, leaning over Pete to
grab Patrick and kiss him on the mouth, ignoring Pete's noise of
protest as Joe sprawls over him. Patrick's face gets kind of engulfed
by all of Joe's hair, and as Gabe watches he slides lower down in his
seat, his fingers clenching in the sleeve of Joe's t-shirt.
"Oh,
well if that's how it's gonna be," Pete says, and Gabe is kind of
impressed at how flexible Pete apparently is, stretching all the way
over Joe to grab Gabe's collar and pull him in for a messy kiss. The
angle is really awkward and bad until Gabe crawls closer, one hand
going to Patrick's thigh to keep himself from falling over.
He's
kissed Pete before, but never without cameras around. Pete's attempt at
a beard scratches his cheek and Pete's teeth click against his, but it
turns into a good kiss. Pete really knows what to do with his tongue.
"Unf,"
Patrick says from somewhere behind Gabe, sounding kind of out of
breath. "Hi," and Gabe has *no* idea who he's saying hello to. He feels
someone nudging him rather forcefully, possibly because he's blocking
access to Patrick, and Gabe lets himself be shoved until he's mostly in
Pete's lap.
When Gabe opens his eyes, he can see out of the
corner of his eye that Butcher is the one kissing Patrick now, slyly
reaching up with one hand to knock Patrick's hat off his head while
he's occupied. Joe is doing something to Patrick's neck--Gabe's view is
obscured by Joe's hair.
Someone's fingers touch the back of
Gabe's neck, warm and stroking and Gabe leans back into it, away from
Pete's mouth. Travis's face comes into his line of vision and Travis
kisses the corner of his mouth, humming a little. Gabe licks him and
Travis bites at his lip, and Pete laughs. He's got a really lascivious
grin on his face, and Gabe wonders if he should feel taken advantage
of, a little bit, especially considering the way Pete totally just
copped a feel of his ass.
It's not really taking advantage of in
the *bad* way, though. Pete squeezes a little and Gabe gets jostled and
Travis goes away, and Gabe has no idea when Bill showed up but his
tongue is in Gabe's mouth, and hey, kissing Bill is always nice.
"Yo," Gabe says when he comes up for air, "Happy birthday, seriously."
"It's not my birthday," Bill says, biting Pete's ear, but Patrick looks up from making out with Travis.
"Thank you," he says politely.