“Right. “ Gerard shoves his hands in his pockets, obviously uncomfortable. Patrick imagines that the inside of the pockets are lined with stray buds of tobacco, littered out of broken cigarettes. “So.”
“So.” Patrick nods and sits down next to him. “You can smoke if you want. I mean, it’s not like we don’t live with Joe’s secondhand smoke.”
“No, it’s okay.” He shifts on the couch and takes his hands out of his pockets, rubbing them on his thighs. “You don’t smoke.”
“No. Fucks up my throat.”
“Right. I shouldn’t smoke, but if I didn’t smoke, I’d probably go in-fucking-sane. I mean, even more than I am from the whole detoxing thing. Which is considerable. I mean, if my band is anything to go by. I mean, they’re awesome. They’re super supportive and totally there for me, and I get it that Mikey needs a break and Pete’s a great guy for him to take a break with, because he doesn’t want to get out of the practice of dealing with crazy people, but Pete’s totally crazy in a good way.” He pauses for a breath, seemingly surprised that he’d said anything at all. “I don’t talk to a lot of people these days.”
“That’s cool.”
“I mean, it’s like when my friend, Cara, had a baby? She talked and talked all day, but it was baby talk and so she had no idea how to behave around real people, so she just kept going, because she hadn’t been around an adult all day, and I’m doing it too, even though I’m around adults, because everyone sort of treats me like I’m a kid because they’re afraid I’m going to…” He shuts up instantly, but only because Patrick leans in and presses his mouth to Gerard’s. At first it’s a strange sensation, like he’s trying to keep talking even through the kiss, but then he opens his mouth, and it’s warm and sweet and there’s a tang of bitterness from the tobacco, a hint of chocolate that surprises him.
He pulls back after a timeless time, blinking at Gerard, finding himself staring into wide, confused eyes. He’s sure he looks equally as startled. “Um.”
“You kissed me.” It’s half question and half statement, and Patrick just shrugs, unsure what else to do.
“I did.”
“Why did you do that?”
“You were kind of rambling.”
“So, what? Kissing is the new way to shut someone up? You must kiss Pete a lot.”
“I don’t kiss Pete. He kisses me, but not to shut up.”
Gerard nods slowly, pressing his fingers to his lips. “But you kissed me. To shut me up.”
“No.” Patrick shakes his head. “I mean, yes. I kissed you.”
“But not… Oh.” He blushes and runs his fingers through his hair, leaving it standing up slightly. “Oh.”
Patrick has to smile, reaching out to smooth out Gerard’s hair. “Yeah.” He leans in to kiss him again. “Oh.”
Re: Crossover: Patrick/Gerard - Summer for the Rest of Us
“So.” Patrick nods and sits down next to him. “You can smoke if you want. I mean, it’s not like we don’t live with Joe’s secondhand smoke.”
“No, it’s okay.” He shifts on the couch and takes his hands out of his pockets, rubbing them on his thighs. “You don’t smoke.”
“No. Fucks up my throat.”
“Right. I shouldn’t smoke, but if I didn’t smoke, I’d probably go in-fucking-sane. I mean, even more than I am from the whole detoxing thing. Which is considerable. I mean, if my band is anything to go by. I mean, they’re awesome. They’re super supportive and totally there for me, and I get it that Mikey needs a break and Pete’s a great guy for him to take a break with, because he doesn’t want to get out of the practice of dealing with crazy people, but Pete’s totally crazy in a good way.” He pauses for a breath, seemingly surprised that he’d said anything at all. “I don’t talk to a lot of people these days.”
“That’s cool.”
“I mean, it’s like when my friend, Cara, had a baby? She talked and talked all day, but it was baby talk and so she had no idea how to behave around real people, so she just kept going, because she hadn’t been around an adult all day, and I’m doing it too, even though I’m around adults, because everyone sort of treats me like I’m a kid because they’re afraid I’m going to…” He shuts up instantly, but only because Patrick leans in and presses his mouth to Gerard’s. At first it’s a strange sensation, like he’s trying to keep talking even through the kiss, but then he opens his mouth, and it’s warm and sweet and there’s a tang of bitterness from the tobacco, a hint of chocolate that surprises him.
He pulls back after a timeless time, blinking at Gerard, finding himself staring into wide, confused eyes. He’s sure he looks equally as startled. “Um.”
“You kissed me.” It’s half question and half statement, and Patrick just shrugs, unsure what else to do.
“I did.”
“Why did you do that?”
“You were kind of rambling.”
“So, what? Kissing is the new way to shut someone up? You must kiss Pete a lot.”
“I don’t kiss Pete. He kisses me, but not to shut up.”
Gerard nods slowly, pressing his fingers to his lips. “But you kissed me. To shut me up.”
“No.” Patrick shakes his head. “I mean, yes. I kissed you.”
“But not… Oh.” He blushes and runs his fingers through his hair, leaving it standing up slightly. “Oh.”
Patrick has to smile, reaching out to smooth out Gerard’s hair. “Yeah.” He leans in to kiss him again. “Oh.”