Gerard can see part of Patrick's back, where his shirt is riding up 'cause of how Bob's hands are under there, and it looks vaguely obscene, maybe more so than even Matt's graphic porn because it's Patrick's *back* and Patrick is one of those guys who just doesn't strip down quite as easily as everyone else.

"What the fuck," says Frank, shoving Gerard further in, and Gerard has maybe a second to think about clapping his hand over Frank's mouth, but it's too late and Patrick sits up, straddling Bob.

"Oh hey," he says, like it's nothing. "You guys need Bob?"

Gerard lifts a hand and waves, sort of, pretending he's totally used to walking in on his drummer making out with the lead singer of another band.

"It can wait," says Ray. "Uh, if you guys aren't busy later, we're gonna be--" and he trails off, makes some kind of complicated gesture that apparently means something to Patrick because Patrick's nodding and smiling and his hand is in Bob's hair and Bob's mouth is kind of. Oh.

"Sure," says Patrick. "Sounds good." Bob does something then, Gerard thinks, because Patrick's eyes flutter closed and he bites his lip and he's *gone*, just totally gone, and Ray's tugging on the collar of Gerard's shirt and pulling them back and out.