I'm supposed to be writing a three way smut between me and two other friends but then geetrick happened and I can't get enough of this ship what. Comments are appreciated, thanks for reading my dudes.

Patrick tugs off his shirt and turns, displaying the bandages across his back to the caregiver who immediately trails his tattooed hands over the skin colored padding.

"Did he say how long it would take for it to scar? Or to disappear after that?" Andy asks, crouching down to trace over the small "FRANK WAS HERE" on Patrick's lower back. Frank had taken off the bandages because needle wounds heal pretty fast.

"He said about two weeks to scar and up to a year for the scars to disappear," Patrick replies, "I really like it, though."

"It's hot," Andy admits, "Can't wait to see the scars."

Patrick nods, pulling his shirt back on and turning to Andy, "Anyone else talk to you?"

"Gerard, of course, and Mikey. William Beckett, Travie again. And that's about it. Travie said he wants to do one more solo session with you and then he, Gabe, and Will are gonna scene with you. Bill said he just wants something quick and vanilla. Nothing too hardcore. And Gerard—have you talked with Gerard?"

"He said he's never dommed before when I was with Frank so I think he wants to try something out," Patrick says as he leans back in bed and looks up at Andy.

"Right," Andy takes a breath, "Also. So, Joe and I have been talking."

"Oh no."

"It's not a bad thing," Andy inhales sharply, "Joe just... well he's sick of always being a bottom and there's no way in hell im changing my position."

"So you want me to bottom for Joe," Patrick replies with a small chuckle, "That piece of shit."

"And... I mean there's some other stuff that he wants to try, too," Andy clears his throat, "Have you ever done waxplay?"

Patrick chokes.

"Waxplay?" He breathes, "that kinky little shit."

Andy chuckles and presses his hand to Patrick's back, "Otherwise nobody else has talked to me. We have a break tonight so have fun with Gee."

Patrick rolls his eyes, "It probably won't even be that intense. He's a new dom. I bet he'll ask if I'm okay 24/7."

"Have fun anyways," Andy shrugs, kicking off his shoes and tonguing at the end of his labret piercing, "I'm gonna be here for the rest of the day. Do you need subspace? I probably should have asked last night but you were out like a fucking light."

Patrick shakes his head, "I think I'm good, I'm going out. Talk to you in a while."

He stands and with one last wave to Andy, he's out the front door, shutting it not long after. His strides are slow, wandering as he weaves through the buses. Panic! At the Disco, The Brobecks, Mindless Self Indulgence... My Chemical Romance...

He sees Gerard sitting there, a cigarette in one hand and his legs crossed with his back on the dark bus and his eyes shut. He's pretty with his dark locks, long black hair reaching his neck and his lips moving softly, speaking to the bassist beside him.

Patrick's really never paid much mind to Gerard. They're just friends and they went on Warped 2005 together. He never really paid much mind to how excessively hot the singer is. His mocha eyes tracing the buses and his lips thin. Gerard with smoke blowing from his lips and his gravelly voice. Gerard with his dark hair that he tugs on stage and all those outfits that show off his body.

Patrick doesn't realize he's staring until a droplet of drool reaches his chin and his cheeks go a bright red as he quickly wipes it, looking away in hopes nobody saw.

He was also so distracted he didn't even realize Pete had taken Mikey away and it was back to just Gerard there, smoking his cigarette and shutting his eyes. Patrick knows he probably isn't lonely and probably doesn't want his company but he can't really help it. He wants to talk to him. And maybe more.

He begins walking, eyes low to the ground and hands in his pockets. His bottom lip stays trapped between canines and that's when he finally gets to Gerard, a bit of an awkward mess, but the dom doesn't seem to mind, just smiles slightly and looks up at Trick.

"Hey," he says simply, "You wanna sit?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," Patrick blushes, sliding down to his ass and watching Gerard blow out a puff of smoke, "How are you?"

"Pretty shitty," Gee answers truthfully, "But I'm alright for the most part, how about you? Are the cuts healing well?"

Patrick nods, "They're alright. They hurt but I'm excited for them to scar so I can take the bandages off. They're fucking disgusting."

Gerard chuckles, that goddamn laugh, then takes another drag from his cigarette, "I get that. Do you have any shows today?"

Patrick shakes his head, "Not today, no. You?"

"Nope," Gerard breathes just before leaning forward and connecting their lips, "Everyone's gonna be gone for a while from my bus, wanna head upstairs for a while?"

"Already?" Patrick teases but all thoughts are lost when Gerard bites on his lower lip, drawing blood to the surface. Patrick moans before he can put much thought into it. Gerard immediately stands and tugs him up with him, shoving him against the bus and kissing him hard. His fist clenches around the collar of Patrick's shirt, bunching up the fabric into a tight hold.

"Wanna fuck you," Gerard mumbles, "Feel you tight stretched around me."

Patrick outright chokes at the verbal porn being put on display for him, it makes his pants tight and all his blood rushing from his brain south.

"Please, Gerard," He chokes but it's not long before Gerard's lips are back on his, slower this time.

The dom pulls away, lips red and panting while Patrick just stares with half-lidded eyes and a bitten lip.

"Call me Sir," Gerard mumbles, he grabs Patrick's ass, digging a finger into his entrance, then pulling away and taking his hand to lead him into the bus where, sure enough, everyone else is gone.

Besides Bob.

The drummer looks up from where he's on his laptop and Patrick sees a flash of jealousy cross his eyes. He immediately backs away.

"Dude, can we fuck here?" Gerard asks, "If not we can go upstairs."

"Yeah that's fine," he sits up and puts away the laptop, "Tell me when you're done and don't get any ass germs on my bunk."

"We won't," Gerard replies with a roll of his eyes while Bob leaves.

"I'll be with Bert. Bye losers," Bob replies and just like that the door shuts. There's a moment where he makes sure the drummer is gone, but as soon as it passes, Gerard is pinning Patrick down on his bunk and unbuckling his jeans, although, surprisingly enough, he's slow with it. He doesn't rush.

"Sir," Patrick moans, shutting his eyes as Gerard nips at his neck, trailing dark bruises down the flesh and gently pulling off his t-shirt completely forgetting about his jeans. Patrick shut his eyes, bucks his hips. Gerard does it in such a way that isn't rushed but he does have to keep up to enjoy it. The worst part is the teasing, though. How he lifts up the other's shirt just the slightest to trace over his nipples, then presses it back down and continues down to grip his hips.

"Sir," Patrick repeats, running his fingers over Gerard's shirt and down his chest, "Please."

One of the dom's fingers presses past Patrick's lips and swirls around Patrick's tongue, "Suck."

He wastes no time in getting to work, drenching it in his saliva and looking right into the other's eyes as he does so. Gerard moans, pulls it out and tugs off his shirt, "I don't wanna hurt you so... let me know if anything is too much, okay?"

"I'm a masochist," Patrick replies, "I enjoy pain."

Gerard gives him a stressed look, "Still... I mean..."

Patrick chuckles, pulling Gerard closer and kissing him but quickly backing down not long after, "Whatever makes you happy, Sir. I'm here for you..."

Gerard inhales sharply, "Strip down. Are... are collars okay?"

"Collars are fine, Sir," Patrick replies, pulling off his shirt and jeans, "Whatever you'd like, Sir."

Gerard's cheeks flush a bright red as Patrick finishes off with his boxers but after a moment to gather himself, he presses his own jeans down and reveals his cock, hard and slick with precum. Patrick leans up on his elbows, watching it with half lidded eyes and in a sultry voice he says, "What would you like me to do, Sir?"

"Hands and knees," Gerard searches under his bed and after a moment, he pulls out a black leather collar with a buckle on the front, "Put this on as tight as you can without hurting yourself."

Patrick quickly complies, pressing the dark material around his neck and waiting on his hands and knees. It takes a minute but eventually he can feel the cool slick of lube pressing into his ass, Gerard moving in smooth, calculating strokes, but not necessarily slow. They go in just past the rim at first, circling the bundle of nerves right there and sending Patrick's hands shaking, then the finger will pull out and return stronger, circles larger, then they'll pull out. On the third time where Patrick's eyes are shut and his head is thrown back, he feels a wet muscle circling his rim and immediately clenches.

Gerard's tongue presses inside him, all the way in until he feels his nose at the top of his crack, and outright moans at the air blowing right there. Gerard chuckles, then spreads Patrick further and collects a dollop of saliva at the end of his tongue and spits. He watches it disappear inside him, and smiles, pressed two fingers in instead. Patrick's physically shaking, shutting his eyes and whimpering into the covers.

Gerard smacks his ass and after a swift moment of rubber and lube, he's pressing in. Patrick has to admit, he's not as thick as some of the other guys but goddamn is he long. At least 8 inches. He shuts his eyes and moans into the covers as he arches his back against Gerard.

"Hands on the headboard, don't move them, okay?"

Patrick loves how polite he is about it, no cussing. It's just kinda sweet and heartfelt and while it isn't love making, it still makes him feel kind of warm inside.

"Look at that, you're such a good boy," Gerard praises, "Able to take my cock so, so well, huh?"

"Thank you, Sir," Patrick pants, eyes shut and mouth hanging open. While he does love all the hardcore degradation, he really enjoys praise as well. He loves the sense of pride he gets from it. He isn't fucking anything up, he's doing this right.

Gerard kisses Patrick's neck and spine, rubbing his hips, then continuing back up and pressing his hips forward, "You're so—" but before he continue, the front door is opening. Patrick gasps and shoves himself off of Gerard's dick while the dom just yanks blankets over their naked bodies.

The darker haired boy relaxes when he sees Frank there, and furrows his eyebrows at the man, "I'm kinda busy right now, could you come on the bus some other time?"

Frank isn't even looking, grabbing dill pickles from the fridge, "Oh shut up, Way, you can go five minutes without masturbating."

"I'm not," Gerard blushes a bright red, looking to Patrick who only raises his eyebrows, "I have Patrick."

Frank's attention is quickly diverted to see the strawberry blond there, his eyes wide, chest heaving and his 'I <3 Bingo' hat abandoned on the floor, "Fuck pickles, I'm making some popcorn and watching. You two into food play? I think we have. Chocolate syrup."

"/Frank/."

"Right, right," the boy gives his most charming smile, his lipring shining out black against his pale skin, "But I am watching."

"Could you not?"

"Hey, you watched /and/ jerked off when it was my turn you little fuck," Frank protests.

Gerard grumbles but after a short nod, he pulls the covers off, "Hands and knees like before, Trick."

"Call him slut."

"Shut up, Frank," Gerard growls, pressing in to Patrick gently, then rocking himself against him. Patrick moans into the air, eyes half lidded and head tilted back with his mouth in a solid O. Gerard moans into the back of his neck and finally begins thrusting, soft and gentle thrusts. They're calculated, though, and never miss Patrick's prostate. It makes him clench tight and Gerard can feel his balls draw up right next to his own.

"Jesus Christ, Gerard, you're supposed to be a dom, not a fucking boyfriend. Show the bitch his place degrade him!" Frank complains from his bunk. Despite his whining, though, he has his cock pulled out and is stroking it while he holds his balls in his other hand.

"Shut the fuck up before I kick you out," Gerard snaps, but he doesn't dare change his pace it's still smooth, gentle, calculating, "This is still my first time."

"I don't mind it, Sir," Patrick mumbles even though he seriously doubts he's allowed to talk. Gerard doesn't seem to mind, only rolls his hips and mouths his neck, licking across he sweaty skin then blowing air on it. Patrick shudders.

"Yeah? This is okay?" Gerard asks. Patrick nods, turning his head and meeting the other's lips.

Gerard smiles and pulls away, beginning to thrust again, this time harder.

"Well at least change the position so I can see?" Frank asks, still going at a fairly slow pace. Gerard sighs and after a moment, nods.

"Patrick, get on your side, one leg over my shoulder," Gerard sighs. Patrick immediately complies so Frank has a clear view of where their everything meets and almost immediately, the other dom smiles.

"That's hot," he comments absently.

"You say one more and I'll shove Patrick's foot in that mouth of yours," Gerard threatens, pressing back in and starting up again. The new angle doesn't reach Patrick's prostate as much but he really doesn't mind, just shuts his eyes and enjoys the feeling of a long cock inside him. He doesn't necessarily feel full but it's good enough for him.

"Can I touch?" Frank asks. Gerard gives him a long look, then nods, watching as the other dom immediately falls to his knees and pinches Patrick's nipples hard. The sub squeezes his eyes shut, grunting in pain. It hurts, especially more so when the other twists, but he enjoys it, and it just makes him harder. Frank chuckles, and after a long moment; Patrick's cock is trapped between those lips, adorned with a small lip ring.

"May I cum, Sir?" Patrick chokes out of nowhere. He knows he should have much more stamina than this and is a little embarrassed but with the way Frank's fingers are still on his nipples, his mouth swallowing down his cock and Gerard occasionally hitting his prostate, it's impossible to wait.

"Yeah, whenever you're ready, Sugar," Gerard grunts and just like that he's painting Frank's mouth white with his load. He cries out, shaking and the next thing he knows, Gerard's pulling out, throwing away his condom while Frank buckles back up.

Patrick shuts his eyes, sweat glossed against his pale skin, sticky and gross and slick but nobody pays it much thought. When he opens his eyes again, Frank is gone and Gerard's grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, taking a sip then kneeling down and handing it to Patrick, "Can you stay for a while?"

The sub looks across him for a moment, frowning, but nods soon after, taking a swig of the water and handing it back. Gerard places it under his bed, then crawls into bed and pulls Patrick close, spooning the two with the covers up.

The blond can't help but feel a sense of security and after a moment, he sinks back into Gerard, feeling the singer's smile against his scalp.

Patrick falls asleep with the vague feeling of a kiss to his temple and slow breathing against his back.

It's a nice feeling. It truly is.