"Patrick," Gerard moans, pulling the other closer and gripping his thigh. Patrick's breath hitches against Gerard's lips and he only shuts his eyes further and slides his tongue in the angel's mouth, feeling the sharp fangs begin to protrude and immediately pulling back with a glare.

"I told you to put those away," Patrick grumbles, sitting up on the couch and pulling up his jeans a little farther from where Gerard's been rubbing against them.

The angel gives a playful grin, quickly retracting them and chuckling slightly. Patrick only rolls his eyes with a grin of his own and runs his fingers down Gerard's front to his jeans. The other's breath hitches when Patrick digs his palm into the zipper, outright moaning when the stripper's teeth bite down on his lip.

"I wanna help you," Patrick breathes between kisses, "Can I jerk you off?"

"Only if I can help you out, too," Gerard whispers, "Fuck."

Patrick pulls back, quickly undoing Gerard's zipper followed by pulling down his boxers and unbuttoning his jeans. He nearly moans when he sees, mouth watering and hips stuttering while Gerard gets to work on his own.

As soon as Patrick's out, the dark haired boy grabs him and strokes, slow and gentle but he hits all the right spots. Patrick quickly matches, shutting his eyes and pressing his forehead to Gerard's.

The vampire pulls Patrick's legs around his waist and pins the other's hands above his head, weaving their fingers together. It's gentler than anything Patrick's used to, smooth touches and soft sighs and weaved fingers. Gerard grinds with a slow pace, makes sure Patrick's getting as much pleasure as he can.

"Gerard," Patrick pants, eyes half lidded when the other bits into his neck, "Shit."

The angel trails kisses down Patrick's body, to his cock.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Fucking positive."

***

Patrick wakes up the next morning tangled in Gerard, their breaths are warm against each other, slow and dazed with sleep. Patrick's straddling Gerard, spread out across him lazily. They didn't go far last night, Patrick remembers. Gerard blew him and he blew the other not long after.

"You awake?"

Patrick jumps at he sound of Gerard's voice but calms back down after a moment, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah. I'm awake," Patrick replies, pinning Gerard's hands above his head and kissing him not long after, "How'd you sleep?"

"With my eyes closed."

"You're a fucking smartass," Patrick mumbles. He kisses the other again now long after, though, wiping the tiniest of remains of cum from Gerard's cheek.

"Gross," the other says, sitting up and watching Patrick roll off him with a yawn.

"I know right. Want coffee?"

"Fuck yeah," Gerard replies, standing up. Before Patrick can go far, though, he pulls him back by his wrist and kisses him hard. Patrick chuckles, shutting his eyes and moving his lips against Gerard's, eventually cutting it off with a bite to the other's lip.

Gerard pulls back, and finally lets Patrick go. The other rolls his eyes, but continues on to make coffee. Gerard stays on the couch, eyes half closed and fingers spread across his chest. About ten minutes later, Patrick's handing over a cup of the dark liquid and sipping from his own mug, taking a seat beside the vampire.

"So..." he bites his lip, "Last night was fun."

"Mhmm," Gerard smiles slightly, "I hope it wasn't too bad on the whole... stripper thing. I... I want it to mean more, y'know. I don't want you to feel like a toy or just an object for sex. You're not. You really are an amazing guy and I don't want you to hurt anymore."

Patrick's cheeks flush a bright red and his eyes fall to the cup in his hands because those words seem to pull at his heart, "yeah?"

Gerard kisses him, soft and gentle and full of nothing but love, "Yeah. I love you."

Patrick kisses back, shutting his eyes and just letting himself melt into the feeling. His fingers weave in Gerard's and his tongue traces the other's bottom lip, requesting entrance. Gerard somewhat moans but pulls back, doesn't let him in.

"Later, okay?" He asks, "I wanna wait 'til tonight if you really... yeah..."

"I love you," Patrick whispers. It's the first time he's said it in the months he's been here. It's the first time those three words have crossed his lips. The first time with Gerard at least.

"Love you, too," the other smiles softly, "Can I fly you around before you have to go to work?"

Patrick rolls his eyes but nods, his fingers reaching under Gerard's sweater to feel a soft feather between his fingers, "Yeah, sure."