When Pete walks downstairs the next morning, he doesn't expect to see Bob sitting on the kitchen counter with Patrick and his dislocated knee half-standing half-leaning against the island in between his legs as they kiss. Patrick is shirtless, while his hands are currently rucking Bob's tee up to reveal his abdomen.

"Morning, guys," Pete says as he yawns, making his way to the fridge. Patrick pulls away for point one seconds to mumble a 'hey' before he and Bob are back at it, practically attacking each other. Pete grabs a glass of orange juice before saying, "'M just gonna," as he gestures towards the stairs. No one acknowledges him as he goes up cursing.

He doesn't knock on Andy's door before immediately going in. Andy's on top of Joe. However, they're both asleep. Naked, but asleep.

"Jesus, can't anyone in this damn house keep it in their pants?" He yells loud enough to wake Andy and Joe up and make Bob and Patrick break away, breathing heavily.

He walks back to the guest room he stayed in last night and slams the door as hard as he can. Patrick sighs and leans back. "I should probably go talk to him,"

"Why?" Bob asks, getting off of the counter, hands on his hips.

"I have to live with him, babe," Patrick says. He hops a step closer to his boyfriend, hands moving around to squeeze his ass. "Don't be jealous. You're all I want," Bob lets Patrick kiss him before he breaks out into a smile.

Lies.

As he makes his way up the steps, he can hear Pete playing some shit from one of his bands. Maybe it was Stand Up Guy this time. Or was is that Freak Out! At the Party band or whatever?

Who cares, honestly?

He doesn't bother knocking, walking in on Pete lying in the bed, staring at the ceiling. Pete's eyes flicker from the ceiling to Patrick before he snorts and turns over.

"Pete, man," Patrick sits cross-legged on the bed. "What's wrong?"

"I'm alone, Patrick," He says, a slow laugh coming after.

"Hey, I'm here," Patrick says, smiling at Pete. The latter rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Platonically. You have Bob," Pete says. Patrick just sighs.

"I can set you up with someone," He tries. Pete sits up and looks Patrick in the eyes.

"You really don't get it, do you?" Pete asks. Patrick shakes his head, his eyebrows raising in confusion. "I want you and you only,"

--

"Let's do something," Pete says, bugging Patrick for probably the twelfth time today. Bob had left about an hour ago, saying he had to go do some shit with movie promos.

"Like what?" Patrick finally says. Andy walks down the stairs, shirtless, a tiny football in his hand, with Joe bounding down after him.

"Let's go swim, motherfuckers," He calls out, throwing a ball at Patrick. He catches it somehow, throwing it to Joe, who gets hit in the forehead.

"I kind of can't," Patrick says, pointing at his bandaged knee. Pete laughs.

"It's just dislocated. You have a fucking wrap around it, not a cast. Take it off, and let's go swim," Pete says. Patrick rolls his eyes.

"I'm not fucking my knee up worse,"

"You fucked Bob with a dislocated knee. More than once," Pete shoots back. Patrick's mouth drops open.

"He's not wrong.." Andy says. Patrick shakes his head.

"Fine. But fuck you guys," Patrick huffs. Pete helps him up the stairs and leaves him to put his trunks on before helping him back down the stairs.

"You're such a white boy. American Eagle boxers and Patagonia swim trunks? Leave," Andy says before he jumps in the heated, indoor pool. Joe shrugs and jumps in after him.

"Technically, you're wearing the same thing except for different brands. We all are," Pete says, but neither of them can hear him, too busy chasing after each other underwater.

Pete and Patrick make their way to the hot tub, letting out a sigh as they sit down. "This is actually nice," Patrick says, sinking down into the water.

"I agree," Pete says. "Andy," He calls out right as the man comes up from the water.

"Yeah?" He asks spitting water at Joe. The latter 'ew's when some of the water hits him.

"Did you order that pizza?"

"Actually, Frank and Gee offered to go pick it up. It should be here any, well, now," Andy says as Frank bursts through the door with three pizzas in his hands, Gerard following after him.

He sets the boxes down before cannonballing into the pool. Gerard front flips in after him. Two more of Patrick's staff, Josh and Tyler, come in after, joining Patrick and Pete in the hot tub.

Frank and Gerard are talking, faces a little to close to be just friends. Tyler and Josh are practically stuck to each other, Tyler's head on Josh's shoulder as they speak. Andy and Joe are in a corner in the pool, making out.

Pete just stares at Patrick a little expectantly. Patrick shakes his head.

"No," He says before Pete can even ask. Pete gives him his best puppy dog eyes.

"Please?" He pouts.

"No," Patrick repeats, firm and strict with his answer. Pete huffs in response.

"Fine," They stay quiet as the rest of the guys are being all coupley.

Suddenly, Gerard asks, "Hey, Patrick, it's cool if Mikey comes, right?" Patrick laughs and nods.

"Sure, dude,"

Not ten minutes later does the skinny blonde man walk in, dressed almost the same as Patrick. Except his swim trunks are a different shade of blue.

Pete's eyes are glued to Mikey the second he walks in, wide and lustful. Patrick suddenly feels.. empty. Jealous, maybe.

But no way, he's got Bob. Pete deserves Mikey. He has no one. Patrick's happy with Bob. He's going to marry Bob one day.

Or, well, that's what he tells himself at least.

okay so there's going to be some drama in the next chapter probably like finally am I right