Pete and I attacked the lost Astoria...
Originally wrote this on twitter and thoughtI'd post it here. Enjoy, guys; usual disclaimers apply and all that jazz.
Patrick looked up when he heard the door to the lounge open; Pete stirred a little, but quieted down when Patrick carded his fingers through Pete's hair.
Pee pressed against his Dom's leg, wrapped his right hand around Patrick's ankle and let Patrick support his weight; he could hear Patrick talking to someone, but it was distant, fuzzy, and Pete was content to let him handle it.
"Uh, do you need me to leave?" Joe asked warily, taking in the way Pete was folded in on himself, sitting in between Patrick's legs; his head was propped up on Patrick's thigh. His eyes were closed and there was a serene expression on his face that Joe had never seen there before.
"Nah, we're just hanging out," Patrick answered; he turned his attention back to the TV and waited to see if Joe was going to sit down.
It had taken a long time to get both himself and Pete comfortable enough to share even a peripheral part of their dynamic.
Patrick looked over at Joe and smiled to when he flopped down on the couch and started arguing about what movie to watch. He rubbed his thumb over Pete's collar and Pete made a happy noise in his throat and pressed into the touch.
This was going better than either one of them had hoped for.