Intoxicated Circulation
By Zee
Summary: "I'm a make-out king." R, Gabe/various members of FOB/various members of GCH/various members of TAI. 1206 words.
Disclaimer: This so probably happened I mean uh.
Notes: Just a little something written for misspamela's AK-47 Challenge. Oh, and happy belated birthday, Patrick.



The problem is that he has to choose. Well, and there's another problem in that walking upright is sort of--difficult, hence Gabe's leaning against (clutching) the bar, but. But the main problem is that he has to choose. Choose which drink to start with (the Church of Hot Addiction, because he kind of had to, but the bartender has been kind enough to keep all different kinds consistently coming so that Gabe's choice doesn't limit him too much. Gabe fucking loves Pete's bartender.), choose who to talk to first, choose whether to dance or go spy on whomever's already fucking in the bathrooms. It's a good problem to have but it is a problem, and Gabe finds himself staring out at the rest of the club, his elbows propped up on the bar counter, instead of actually getting out there and socializing.

And there's definitely something not right about that. With this many of his favorite people packed into such a small space in one night, Gabe should be running around spending time with every single person that he can before they all scatter back to touring or promotion or marriage.

His glass is empty, and he can't really remember when that happened, but he figures it's a sign. He puts it decisively on the counter and stands, ignoring the way his feet want to swerve and walks forward, getting swept up in the current of people until he ends up near the corner booths.

He slides into the first booth he sees, and it happens to be-- "Oh hey, birthday boy! And my sort-of-boss, 'sup, how's it goin'."

Patrick stops what he's doing--which was sticking his tongue down Pete's throat, from what Gabe can see--to laugh. His cheeks are flushed and he's got a sort of loose, smirk-y expression on his face that's way different from the way Patrick usually smirks, and wow, is this really the first time Gabe has ever seen Patrick wasted? It's pretty charming.

"Having a good birthday, I see," Gabe says. He doesn't actually know if Pete and Patrick doing whatever they're doing is something he's allowed to joke about (do they make a habit of making out and Gabe's just never noticed before? Gabe is usually a pretty observant guy.), but Pete just ducks his head and grins and Patrick--Patrick *giggles.* Like a thirteen-year-old girl, and Gabe decides to make it his new life mission to figure out how to get him to giggle like that whenever possible.

"Yeah, it's, you know, it's okay," Patrick says, reaching up to adjust his hat. "Pete is, um."

"Debauching you, from what I could see," Gabe says. "And don't let me stop you from continuing that, by the way. Just pretend I'm not even here." He scoots closer.

"You're so gracious," Pete says dryly, and Patrick giggles again and reaches for Gabe. Gabe obliges, leaning in. He's always thought that Patrick had kind of an inhumanly pretty mouth, but he'd sort of given up on ever getting the opportunity to test those lips for himself, so Patrick bumping his mouth to his and then grabbing the back of Gabe's head to hold him there and make it into a real kiss is unexpected. Unexpected and pretty fucking awesome.

Patrick's mouth is warm, his tongue is wet and he tastes like girly liquor. He's really enthusiastic about the kissing, which Gabe appreciates, because kissing someone who seems like they're bored by it is never any fun. In the background he hears Pete make a sound that could be laughter and could be something a lot more inappropriate, and when Patrick breaks off the kiss to lean away and smack Pete upside the head, Gabe's guess leans more towards something more inappropriate.

"Ow!" Pete cringes away. "You can't abuse me in my own bar, dude."

"This isn't abuse, it's like. Training. You're totally like a puppy who just hasn't learned not to piss on the carpet y--" Pete kisses him in the middle of his sentence, smushing their faces together.

"Man, Patrick, you should really wash your mouth out with soap after he's done." Joe is dwarfed under Travis's arm with Butcher on his other side, leaning--no, draped over the booth. Gabe can see their dilated pupils even in the dim lighting, if their lazy smiles hadn't been a dead giveaway.

"Really, man, don't know where it's been," Travis says, and pushes Joe into the booth, scooting in after him. Butcher flops down on Gabe's other side, giving Gabe a wide grin and a big smooch on the cheek.

"My turn," Joe says, leaning over Pete to grab Patrick and kiss him on the mouth, ignoring Pete's noise of protest as Joe sprawls over him. Patrick's face gets kind of engulfed by all of Joe's hair, and as Gabe watches he slides lower down in his seat, his fingers clenching in the sleeve of Joe's t-shirt.

"Oh, well if that's how it's gonna be," Pete says, and Gabe is kind of impressed at how flexible Pete apparently is, stretching all the way over Joe to grab Gabe's collar and pull him in for a messy kiss. The angle is really awkward and bad until Gabe crawls closer, one hand going to Patrick's thigh to keep himself from falling over.

He's kissed Pete before, but never without cameras around. Pete's attempt at a beard scratches his cheek and Pete's teeth click against his, but it turns into a good kiss. Pete really knows what to do with his tongue.

"Unf," Patrick says from somewhere behind Gabe, sounding kind of out of breath. "Hi," and Gabe has *no* idea who he's saying hello to. He feels someone nudging him rather forcefully, possibly because he's blocking access to Patrick, and Gabe lets himself be shoved until he's mostly in Pete's lap.

When Gabe opens his eyes, he can see out of the corner of his eye that Butcher is the one kissing Patrick now, slyly reaching up with one hand to knock Patrick's hat off his head while he's occupied. Joe is doing something to Patrick's neck--Gabe's view is obscured by Joe's hair.

Someone's fingers touch the back of Gabe's neck, warm and stroking and Gabe leans back into it, away from Pete's mouth. Travis's face comes into his line of vision and Travis kisses the corner of his mouth, humming a little. Gabe licks him and Travis bites at his lip, and Pete laughs. He's got a really lascivious grin on his face, and Gabe wonders if he should feel taken advantage of, a little bit, especially considering the way Pete totally just copped a feel of his ass.

It's not really taking advantage of in the *bad* way, though. Pete squeezes a little and Gabe gets jostled and Travis goes away, and Gabe has no idea when Bill showed up but his tongue is in Gabe's mouth, and hey, kissing Bill is always nice.

"Yo," Gabe says when he comes up for air, "Happy birthday, seriously."

"It's not my birthday," Bill says, biting Pete's ear, but Patrick looks up from making out with Travis.

"Thank you," he says politely.