Fic: "Without Knowing How" (MCR/MSI, Frank/Jamia/Gerard/Lindsey, NC-17)
Title: "Without Knowing How"
Authors: ciel_vert and mrsronweasley
Pairing: Frank/Jamia/Gerard/Lindsey, and all variations therein
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~4200
Disclaimer: Lies. All lies.
Warnings: None
Summary: This should feel like something out of a totally cheesy porno; like, in any scenario where he might have dreamed this up, Frank would have thought it would feel like that, him and Gerard tangled up in the messy sheets on Gerard and Lindsey's bed, fucking each other's wives. But it feels nothing like that.
Notes: This started off as a bit of porn. Then it grew more porn. And is now basically a lot of porn with little to no redeeming value! (No, seriously.) Hopefully you’ll find it in your hearts to forgive us for that. Much love and thanks to brooklinegirl for the speediest of betas, and Pablo Neruda for the title!
*
Gerard and Lindsey are both pretty easy people, and together, they're like an awesome couple of laid-backness, as well as a weird mindmeldness. They work together so well, it's kind of really, really scary to watch at times. It freaks Frank out a little, even though he and J can totally do the whole "ONEHIVEMIND" thing, too, but it kind of never occurred to him that Gee and Lindsey were that easy.
And that Jamia would totally go along with this.
Frank feels like he's been hit over the head, because Gerard is sucking his cock like a fucking porn star, and while Frank had kind of suspected Gerard could rock a blowjob, he hadn't quite expected, despite the various internet rumors, to ever actually experience it for himself. But those are Gerard's hands on his hip and on his dick, and Gerard's pink obscene mouth sucking him in, fast and dirty and desperate, too, like he'd - like he'd been waiting to suck Frank's dick, and if that thought doesn't make Frank come within .03 seconds, it's only because he can be a fucking stubborn bitch when he wants to be.
And he wants this to last.
Of course, what isn't helping are the noises coming from directly next to his head, where Jamia is riding Lindsey's face. Jesus, Frank has a will when it comes to long-term fucking, but this, coupled with Gerard deep-throating him, is like pure exquisite torture. Jamia is holding herself up on the wall, writhing as Lindsey eats her out, and the noises, Jesus, the noises coming from them are some of the most beautiful, filthy sounds Frank has ever heard. Jamia's gasping and cursing, her hair is a total sweaty mess, and Frank can't see Lindsey's face, but he can see where her fingers are digging into J's hips, blunt nails scraping against her pale skin, leaving marks Frank wants to chase with his tongue. He knows what it's like to have a turned-on and lost in it Jamia on your hands, and he'd be almost jealous of Lindsey. Would be, if he wasn't - if he wasn't busy -
Frank looks down to where Gerard is sucking him off, wet and lush, and meets Gerard's gaze - black eyes, huge, fucking boring into his. It’s fucking unbelievable, seeing Gerard like this - not on stage, not pretending, but right there, wrapped around Frank, desperate. Frank can’t stop his fingers from curling into Gerard’s hair and pushing him further down, Frank’s whole body shaking. Gerard goes easily, closes his eyes, and fucking moans around Frank’s dick, like he’s the one getting off. Frank shoves a fist in his mouth as his whole body spasms and he finally breaks apart, shooting down Gerard's throat, hot and liquid and boneless. There's white noise and white light, and when he comes to, he finds Gerard on his knees, fisting his own cock, eyes darting between Frank and their wives fucking next to them.
Frank gets his shit together enough to scramble up the bed, shove Gerard down to his back.
“Can you believe this shit?” he asks, indicating their incredibly bendy and ridiculously beautiful wives. His voice sounds weird to his ears.
“Fuck no, I don’t, I think you should pinch me,” Gerard answers, and Frank pinches Gee’s nipple, eliciting a yelp and earning himself a slap on the wrist. He grins down and bares his teeth.
“You asked me to,” he whispers and leans down to kiss Gerard stupid. “You know what should happen now?” he asks when he’s come up for air and Gerard has grabbed his ass in a tight grip.
“What’s that?” Gee’s voice is strangled, and his cock is, apparently, anticipating Frank’s words.
“Fuck me. I think you should fuck me,” Frank replies and ducks his head to lick Gerard’s collarbone, nip at his skin.
Gerard doesn’t really answer him so much as make it happen in a flash, condom in one hand, bottle of lube in the other. “Help,” he manages, and Frank does. He rips out a condom and slides it down Gerard’s cock, then slicks him up. Gerard is moaning even before Frank sinks down onto him. Gerard shouts, shocked raw, and Frank can't even think about it too much, just starts riding him, finding a fast and hard rhythm. He knows he won’t come, probably won’t even get hard, but it feels so fucking amazing, anyway, Gerard's hard cock inside him, hitting the sweet spot as he lowers himself onto it again and again.
Frank gets caught between the three focal points, he can't even concentrate - Jamia's ass where Lindsey's gripping it, Gerard's face, looking almost pained but gorgeous with it, his hand an iron grip on Frank’s hip. It takes Frank a second to figure out where Gerard's left hand is until he sees it fucking buried between Lindsey's thighs, fingers moving in and out and around despite the awkward angle, and he's still - Frank's still fucking himself on Gerard's cock, half-hard now because Gee feels fucking incredible inside him, and he knows he won't come, but if he could, it would be now. It would be right then, when he hears Jamia's voice hitch and then cry out, sees her toss her head back in ecstasy; it would be when Lindsey pushes her off only half-gently and rearranges her body enough to capture Jamia’s mouth in a kiss while coming around Gerard's fingers; it would be when Gerard closes his eyes and sucks his slick fingers in one by one, moaning around them; it would be when he opens his eyes, grabs Frank's hips with his slick fingers and slams them down one more time and then shakes beneath him, voice shattered around his orgasm.
Frank loses it after that, and feels hands lifting him up and off Gerard’s lap, then more hands - familiar, soft hands - wrap around his dick, fisting it hard and fast and just the way he needs it. Somebody’s kissing his neck, somebody else is brushing hair away from his face, and he sees all of it in patches of color and skin, and feels it all like he’s got no skin left at all. He tosses his head back, doesn’t know what to concentrate on, and then he feels Jamia’s lips on his own, and he groans into her mouth as he comes, almost dry, and shaking.
Frank has never really wanted more than he already had, because he's always known, ever since Jamia came into his life, that he was a lucky motherfucker. He just hadn't known that he could also be the luckiest motherfucker on the planet.
Afterwards, when they're all sprawled out on the bed in some vague-coupley formation of heads on chests and hips and intertwined fingers, all itching for a smoke, he looks over at Jamia's flushed face and gives her a quick questioning smile. She squeezes his fingers and then lets go with a pat.
Okay, they're good. "Fuck," Frank finally manages, and hears Gerard hum in agreement. Someone's hand ruffles his hair, and judging by the angle, it's Lindsey.
"Fuck," he says again, and drifts off. The cigarette will have to wait for his limbs to wake up.
*
When Frank finally wakes up, it’s morning. He lies there for a few minutes as images from last night flash through his head. Holy shit, that actually happened is about all he can come up with before coffee, so he wriggles around a bit, stretching his arms and legs and back and he thinks ooh, feeling a little tender in places, but the good kind, then rolls over onto his side to see what time it is, and comes face to face with Lindsey instead. Lindsey, who is blinking sleepily at him and smiling softly. Lindsey, who looks stunning in the morning light. Lindsey, who is the only other person in the bed with him. Lindsey, who is Gerard’s wife.
And despite everything that happened last night, Frank’s pretty sure the only protocol for the morning after a foursome with your wife and your married best friends is to laugh it off and go home. So he smiles back at Lindsey, because he can’t not, then moves to get out of the bed. He’s stopped by Lindsey’s hand on his shoulder, pressing him back down with surprising strength, and her voice low and rasping, “Where do you think you’re going?”
Frank just kind of blinks at her and tries not to swallow his tongue. “Um, nowhere?” he says. And that was obviously the right answer, because Lindsey beams at him and then arranges them into a better snuggling formation, Frank’s head pillowed on her chest, his arms around her waist and their legs tangled together under the warm blankets. She sighs happily, and starts carding her fingers through his hair, and Frank can’t help it, he nuzzles his face against her chest and leaves a small kiss on the curve of her breast. She feels different than Jamia, more angular and less curvy, but it still feels good. Frank marvels a little at how well they fit together.
They’re like that for a little while, just the two of them curled up in the big, soft bed, naked but for Lindsey’s panties, while Gerard and Jamia are off somewhere else in the house (he’s not really surprised; J’s always been a morning person and after he got sober, Gerard was suddenly an early riser, even if he didn’t go to sleep until four in the morning). Frank’s in the middle of tracing the lines of Lindsey’s sleeve and watching the goosebumps almost rhythmically rise and fade on her skin, when their missing halves walk into the room.
Jamia and Gerard are giggling about something, looking at each other and laughing, when they both turn and notice Frank and Lindsey. Frank hears Lindsey’s “hey babe” in stereo and can feel the words vibrate against his ear. Gerard immediately climbs onto the bed, and without dislodging Frank at all, leans over him and kisses Lindsey. Frank’s not really sure what to do until he feels Jamia slide into bed behind him and kiss the back of his neck. He pulls away from Lindsey a bit then, so he can turn his head and kiss Jamia. It’s awkward with his neck turned and Gerard basically on top of him, his legs still entwined with Lindsey’s, but he moans into Jamia’s mouth anyway when she sucks on his tongue. She tastes like coffee and something else familiar that Frank can’t place at the moment, but it’s good and he chases after it with his tongue
And then Jamia’s breaking away and Gerard grabs Frank’s face and kisses the hell out of him. Frank thinks he can hear Jamia and Lindsey kissing behind his head, but it’s lost in the buzz in his ears as Gerard bites his bottom lip and licks into Frank’s mouth. And there, that is what he could taste in Jamia’s mouth, Gerard, and the thought that they were making out earlier while he was up here with Lindsey has his vague morning wood turning right into sex now please wood in seconds flat. He moans into Gerard’s mouth and unconsciously thrusts his erection against Lindsey’s thigh where he’s still pressed up against her, feels her thigh press back in return and moans again. He can feel Jamia moving around on the bed behind him, hear fabric shifting then landing on the floor, the drawer in the nightstand being opened and then shut again. With his tongue still in Frank’s mouth, Gerard and Lindsey have some kind of nonverbal conversation, Frank guesses from the arm movements he can feel, about whatever is going to happen next. Frank isn’t entirely sure, but if it’s anything like last night, he’s on board and he knows one of them will catch him up eventually. Gerard breaks the kiss, snickering under his breath a little while Frank blinks at him slowly and tries again to wake up his brain.
Frank watches as Lindsey nods at Gerard and then Gerard leans in and kisses her forehead. It’s one of those sweet, touching moments between a married couple that Frank’s always not sure he should be watching, but he’s sort of stuck at the moment. Then Gerard leans over and does the same thing to Frank, holding Frank’s face gently in his hands and kissing his forehead; Frank’s stomach suddenly feels like it’s been filled with bubbles. His eyes slid shut at some point, and he opens them again when Gerard moves his hands away. Frank sees Jamia then, kneeling on the bed next to Gerard. She’s smiling at Frank, and she’s naked again, the sunlight making her skin look like gold. She’s beautiful. Frank reaches an arm out to her and she moves in close, kisses him gently on the lips then nuzzles their faces together before pulling away again and settling right up against Gerard’s side. Frank watches as Gerard puts his arm around Jamia’s waist, his hand resting on the curve of her hip, fingers digging into her soft flesh, while at the same time, Lindsey reaches up and runs her fingers through the hair at the back of Frank’s neck. A shiver goes through him and he answers Jamia’s raised eyebrow with a smile.
After that things are a blur of motion for a few minutes. Frank realizes he’s maybe a little better at this new four-way mind-meld than he thought, because he doesn’t even have to think about it when he follows the pull of Lindsey’s arms and kisses her. Frank loses himself in kissing Lindsey, the softness of her lips, the smoothness of her skin as they slide and rub against each other, the quiet little whimpers he can feel more than hear, the sharpness of her teeth on his lips, then across his jaw and on his neck. He groans and presses harder against her when she sucks on the skin just below his left ear. Lindsey just sucks harder, humming in pleasure, and spreads her legs wider, tilting her hips up against his so Frank’s dick ends up pressed right up against her cunt. He can feel how warm and wet she is through her panties and he reaches a hand down to rub slow circles over her clit, scooting down a little so he can suck on her tits.
Lindsey arches her back and the noise she makes is mixed with a groan from Gerard next to them. Frank looks over and sees Jamia has Gerard’s dick in her mouth. Gerard catches him looking and says, “Frank, oh my god, her fucking tongue.”
“I know, right?” Frank replies, smiling as he sees Jamia working her tongue ring against the head. He fucking loves it when she does that, and seeing her do it to Gerard and watching what it’s doing to him is so fucking hot Frank can barely stand it.
“Is she wet, Frankie?” Gerard asks, as he reaches out to run his hand down Lindsey's arm.
Frank groans and turns back to look at Lindsey’s flushed face, her bitten lips. His fingers just this side of hard against the wet panties and she shoves her hips up and up as he strokes harder. Without looking at Gerard, Frank answers, “So fucking wet, so hot,” and then he twists his head enough to see the spot where Gerard’s cock is disappearing into Jamia’s mouth. Jesus fucking Christ.
This should feel like something out of a totally cheesy porno; like, in any scenario where he might have dreamed this up, Frank would have thought it would feel like that, him and Gerard tangled up in the messy sheets on Gerard and Lindsey's bed, fucking each other's wives. But it feels nothing like that. It feels like the hottest sex Frank has ever been a part of, and that's including last night, when he had his dick down Gerard's throat and then Gerard's cock balls deep in his ass, while Jamia rode Lindsey's face soaking wet.
“You should - ah, fuck, Christ - you should take off her panties, Frankie,” Gerard says, and it’s really not surprising that he’s this bossy in bed, in a situation where, quite honestly, Frank would be afraid to be too bossy for the fear of upsetting any proceedings. But he scrambles to comply, especially after Lindsey whines in agreement and slips her fingers beneath the waistband. Together, they slide her underwear off and he dives in, can’t wait anymore.
She tastes so fucking good - sharp and sweet and different from J, something he hasn’t experienced in years. And as if she knows exactly what he’s thinking, he can hear Jamia groan next to them, and he can’t help it, he has to look over and see. When he does, he practically seizes on the spot. J is up on her knees and elbows, her incredible ass in the air, and Gerard is leaning in behind her, ready to lick her top to bottom, their fingers tangled together between her legs, rubbing at her clit. Frank bites Lindsey’s thigh and he knows she’s watching, too, knows they’re both getting off on this like nothing else.
Then she pulls on his hair - his dick jumps - and brings his face level with hers. He still tastes like her cunt when they kiss, and then she bites her lip and whispers, “You should fuck me,” and Frank can’t really say no to that.
“Yeah, okay,” he pants and kisses her again. The strip of condoms from last night is still on the bedside table, and he grabs it with clumsy fingers, tears off two after a second’s pause, and throws one on the bed next to them.
Lindsey grabs the one still in his hand and rips it open, rolling it onto his dick the next moment. She’s grinning at him, her legs still spread, her tits shiny with sweat. Jesus, she is fucking gorgeous. Frank pinches the base of his dick enough that he doesn’t come that very second, and then gravity reverses. Lindsey’s flipped him over onto his back and he grins as she knees her way up until his hips are between her thighs. He can still feel where she’s wet from his mouth and, Jesus fucking God, when she sinks down onto him, he bucks so hard, his feels it in his neck.
When he’s gotten a bit more control over himself, he opens his eyes and grabs Lindsey’s hips between his hands and squeezes. She’s stunning, as always, but even more so now, when she’s riding his cock and feels so fucking hot and tight around him. She looks out of control and wild and when Frank is able to look past her, he sees that both Jamia and Gerard are watching her too, both wrapped up in one another. Gerard’s arms are circling Jamia’s stomach, right under her tits, his chin on her shoulder, and Frank feels like he’s being pulled in a thousand different directions. His hands long to be around Jamia and feel her familiar skin against him, hear her voice in his ear. He wants to kiss Gerard, wants to suck him off, maybe; he doesn’t want to stop fucking Lindsey. Frank never thought he’d fuck another woman but J for the rest of his life, and he would have been ecstatic, there’s no one else he’d ever imagined in her place. But, goddamn, Lindsey feels good clenching around him, and looks amazing above him, her hair wild and dark, like a fantasy.
He catches Jamia’s eye and they both grin and he relaxes without ever having realized he’d tensed. Then he pulls Lindsey down to him and kisses her as they fuck before straining up and flipping them over. She makes these noises, half moans, half gasps, and he drives into her hard now, everything else forgotten. He’s aware of Jamia and Gerard moving around next to them, and he notices the condom he’s thrown on the bed is gone, but right now, all he cares about is fucking Lindsey as hard as she wants him to, whispering filthy commands in his ear, “Harder, c’mon, Frankie, yeah, like that, oh fuck.”
Right there, he knows, right there and she clenches around him and comes, spasming all over. He tries to catch his breath and not come, and it’s a struggle, but he breathes through it; he isn’t done yet. He shifts up on one elbow and goes where her legs are telling him to go, driving into her again and again.
The next second, he hears Jamia gasp louder and he knows, instinctively, she’s close, she’s so fucking close. He doesn’t realize he’s found the rhythm that Jamia loves until he hears her broken groan beside him; he opens his eyes and Lindsey’s watching him. As soon as their eyes lock, she reaches out and turns his face to the left, still moving with him, not breaking rhythm. Together, they see Jamia and Gerard collapse onto the pillows next to them. J’s smile is lazy and languid and Frank loves her so much, it’s almost painful.
“Pay attention, baby,” she whispers when their eyes meet, and he feels the rumble of Lindsey’s laugh beneath his chest. He pays attention.
He’s kissing Lindsey and so very, very close when he feels familiar hands in his hair, tugging and scratching; J knows what he likes. The next second, there are hands running down his back, then down his ass - Jesus - a slick finger circles, then pushes in, and in, and in, and the next moment, caught between Lindsey’s body, Jamia’s hands, and Gerard’s fingers, Frank loses his mind, coming long and hard and fucking loud.
“Jesus.”
He has no idea who says it, and only has the strength to pull out and roll over before he finds himself lulled, once again, between three of his favorite people. He passes the fuck out before he can even think about tossing the condom.
*
This time when Frank wakes up, he's alone. He rolls around and stretches and yeah, he definitely feels a lot more sore now than when he woke up earlier. It's not as if he and Jamia have a quiet sex life on their own, quite the opposite, but that was definitely a lot more involved in a lot shorter period of time than he's used to. But Frank is nothing if not a guy who enjoys a little pain with his sex, loves feeling used and completely fucked out after. He lingers in the bed for a minute, feeling the dull aches in his various limbs and relishing it, then he gets up and heads to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he digs around on the floor of the bedroom for his clothes and gets dressed. He can hear laughter as he walks down the stairs and he follows the sound out to the balcony where everyone else is standing and smoking. Frank walks out to join them and heads straight for Jamia, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck just below her ear.
"Hey, sleepy man," she says, her voice full of love and happiness. He gives her another squeeze then pulls back. There's a tap on his shoulder and he turns to see Gerard holding out a lit cigarette for him.
"Oh my god, I love you," Frank says before sucking in a lungful of sweet, delicious nicotine.
Gee smiles happily. "I love you too, Frankie."
Frank feels that warm, happy thrill roll through his stomach, the same one that's been there since that first party where he met Gerard and Frank couldn’t stop talking to him. The same one that was there the first time he saw Jamia, when she was yelling at some kids who were being assholes at a show, and he couldn’t stop staring at her. The same one that was there underneath all the heartache and pain as the bus raced to the airport in Europe to take him home to the funeral, when Lindsey held his hand the entire way, his head in her lap and her other hand stroking his hair, and Frank couldn’t let go of her. Frank stands in the sun, warm breeze wrapping around him, surrounded by this feeling, and nothing is wrong. Nothing is awkward. It just is, and he's happy. Looking around at their faces, he knows he's not the only one.
~end~
Authors: ciel_vert and mrsronweasley
Pairing: Frank/Jamia/Gerard/Lindsey, and all variations therein
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~4200
Disclaimer: Lies. All lies.
Warnings: None
Summary: This should feel like something out of a totally cheesy porno; like, in any scenario where he might have dreamed this up, Frank would have thought it would feel like that, him and Gerard tangled up in the messy sheets on Gerard and Lindsey's bed, fucking each other's wives. But it feels nothing like that.
Notes: This started off as a bit of porn. Then it grew more porn. And is now basically a lot of porn with little to no redeeming value! (No, seriously.) Hopefully you’ll find it in your hearts to forgive us for that. Much love and thanks to brooklinegirl for the speediest of betas, and Pablo Neruda for the title!
*
Gerard and Lindsey are both pretty easy people, and together, they're like an awesome couple of laid-backness, as well as a weird mindmeldness. They work together so well, it's kind of really, really scary to watch at times. It freaks Frank out a little, even though he and J can totally do the whole "ONEHIVEMIND" thing, too, but it kind of never occurred to him that Gee and Lindsey were that easy.
And that Jamia would totally go along with this.
Frank feels like he's been hit over the head, because Gerard is sucking his cock like a fucking porn star, and while Frank had kind of suspected Gerard could rock a blowjob, he hadn't quite expected, despite the various internet rumors, to ever actually experience it for himself. But those are Gerard's hands on his hip and on his dick, and Gerard's pink obscene mouth sucking him in, fast and dirty and desperate, too, like he'd - like he'd been waiting to suck Frank's dick, and if that thought doesn't make Frank come within .03 seconds, it's only because he can be a fucking stubborn bitch when he wants to be.
And he wants this to last.
Of course, what isn't helping are the noises coming from directly next to his head, where Jamia is riding Lindsey's face. Jesus, Frank has a will when it comes to long-term fucking, but this, coupled with Gerard deep-throating him, is like pure exquisite torture. Jamia is holding herself up on the wall, writhing as Lindsey eats her out, and the noises, Jesus, the noises coming from them are some of the most beautiful, filthy sounds Frank has ever heard. Jamia's gasping and cursing, her hair is a total sweaty mess, and Frank can't see Lindsey's face, but he can see where her fingers are digging into J's hips, blunt nails scraping against her pale skin, leaving marks Frank wants to chase with his tongue. He knows what it's like to have a turned-on and lost in it Jamia on your hands, and he'd be almost jealous of Lindsey. Would be, if he wasn't - if he wasn't busy -
Frank looks down to where Gerard is sucking him off, wet and lush, and meets Gerard's gaze - black eyes, huge, fucking boring into his. It’s fucking unbelievable, seeing Gerard like this - not on stage, not pretending, but right there, wrapped around Frank, desperate. Frank can’t stop his fingers from curling into Gerard’s hair and pushing him further down, Frank’s whole body shaking. Gerard goes easily, closes his eyes, and fucking moans around Frank’s dick, like he’s the one getting off. Frank shoves a fist in his mouth as his whole body spasms and he finally breaks apart, shooting down Gerard's throat, hot and liquid and boneless. There's white noise and white light, and when he comes to, he finds Gerard on his knees, fisting his own cock, eyes darting between Frank and their wives fucking next to them.
Frank gets his shit together enough to scramble up the bed, shove Gerard down to his back.
“Can you believe this shit?” he asks, indicating their incredibly bendy and ridiculously beautiful wives. His voice sounds weird to his ears.
“Fuck no, I don’t, I think you should pinch me,” Gerard answers, and Frank pinches Gee’s nipple, eliciting a yelp and earning himself a slap on the wrist. He grins down and bares his teeth.
“You asked me to,” he whispers and leans down to kiss Gerard stupid. “You know what should happen now?” he asks when he’s come up for air and Gerard has grabbed his ass in a tight grip.
“What’s that?” Gee’s voice is strangled, and his cock is, apparently, anticipating Frank’s words.
“Fuck me. I think you should fuck me,” Frank replies and ducks his head to lick Gerard’s collarbone, nip at his skin.
Gerard doesn’t really answer him so much as make it happen in a flash, condom in one hand, bottle of lube in the other. “Help,” he manages, and Frank does. He rips out a condom and slides it down Gerard’s cock, then slicks him up. Gerard is moaning even before Frank sinks down onto him. Gerard shouts, shocked raw, and Frank can't even think about it too much, just starts riding him, finding a fast and hard rhythm. He knows he won’t come, probably won’t even get hard, but it feels so fucking amazing, anyway, Gerard's hard cock inside him, hitting the sweet spot as he lowers himself onto it again and again.
Frank gets caught between the three focal points, he can't even concentrate - Jamia's ass where Lindsey's gripping it, Gerard's face, looking almost pained but gorgeous with it, his hand an iron grip on Frank’s hip. It takes Frank a second to figure out where Gerard's left hand is until he sees it fucking buried between Lindsey's thighs, fingers moving in and out and around despite the awkward angle, and he's still - Frank's still fucking himself on Gerard's cock, half-hard now because Gee feels fucking incredible inside him, and he knows he won't come, but if he could, it would be now. It would be right then, when he hears Jamia's voice hitch and then cry out, sees her toss her head back in ecstasy; it would be when Lindsey pushes her off only half-gently and rearranges her body enough to capture Jamia’s mouth in a kiss while coming around Gerard's fingers; it would be when Gerard closes his eyes and sucks his slick fingers in one by one, moaning around them; it would be when he opens his eyes, grabs Frank's hips with his slick fingers and slams them down one more time and then shakes beneath him, voice shattered around his orgasm.
Frank loses it after that, and feels hands lifting him up and off Gerard’s lap, then more hands - familiar, soft hands - wrap around his dick, fisting it hard and fast and just the way he needs it. Somebody’s kissing his neck, somebody else is brushing hair away from his face, and he sees all of it in patches of color and skin, and feels it all like he’s got no skin left at all. He tosses his head back, doesn’t know what to concentrate on, and then he feels Jamia’s lips on his own, and he groans into her mouth as he comes, almost dry, and shaking.
Frank has never really wanted more than he already had, because he's always known, ever since Jamia came into his life, that he was a lucky motherfucker. He just hadn't known that he could also be the luckiest motherfucker on the planet.
Afterwards, when they're all sprawled out on the bed in some vague-coupley formation of heads on chests and hips and intertwined fingers, all itching for a smoke, he looks over at Jamia's flushed face and gives her a quick questioning smile. She squeezes his fingers and then lets go with a pat.
Okay, they're good. "Fuck," Frank finally manages, and hears Gerard hum in agreement. Someone's hand ruffles his hair, and judging by the angle, it's Lindsey.
"Fuck," he says again, and drifts off. The cigarette will have to wait for his limbs to wake up.
*
When Frank finally wakes up, it’s morning. He lies there for a few minutes as images from last night flash through his head. Holy shit, that actually happened is about all he can come up with before coffee, so he wriggles around a bit, stretching his arms and legs and back and he thinks ooh, feeling a little tender in places, but the good kind, then rolls over onto his side to see what time it is, and comes face to face with Lindsey instead. Lindsey, who is blinking sleepily at him and smiling softly. Lindsey, who looks stunning in the morning light. Lindsey, who is the only other person in the bed with him. Lindsey, who is Gerard’s wife.
And despite everything that happened last night, Frank’s pretty sure the only protocol for the morning after a foursome with your wife and your married best friends is to laugh it off and go home. So he smiles back at Lindsey, because he can’t not, then moves to get out of the bed. He’s stopped by Lindsey’s hand on his shoulder, pressing him back down with surprising strength, and her voice low and rasping, “Where do you think you’re going?”
Frank just kind of blinks at her and tries not to swallow his tongue. “Um, nowhere?” he says. And that was obviously the right answer, because Lindsey beams at him and then arranges them into a better snuggling formation, Frank’s head pillowed on her chest, his arms around her waist and their legs tangled together under the warm blankets. She sighs happily, and starts carding her fingers through his hair, and Frank can’t help it, he nuzzles his face against her chest and leaves a small kiss on the curve of her breast. She feels different than Jamia, more angular and less curvy, but it still feels good. Frank marvels a little at how well they fit together.
They’re like that for a little while, just the two of them curled up in the big, soft bed, naked but for Lindsey’s panties, while Gerard and Jamia are off somewhere else in the house (he’s not really surprised; J’s always been a morning person and after he got sober, Gerard was suddenly an early riser, even if he didn’t go to sleep until four in the morning). Frank’s in the middle of tracing the lines of Lindsey’s sleeve and watching the goosebumps almost rhythmically rise and fade on her skin, when their missing halves walk into the room.
Jamia and Gerard are giggling about something, looking at each other and laughing, when they both turn and notice Frank and Lindsey. Frank hears Lindsey’s “hey babe” in stereo and can feel the words vibrate against his ear. Gerard immediately climbs onto the bed, and without dislodging Frank at all, leans over him and kisses Lindsey. Frank’s not really sure what to do until he feels Jamia slide into bed behind him and kiss the back of his neck. He pulls away from Lindsey a bit then, so he can turn his head and kiss Jamia. It’s awkward with his neck turned and Gerard basically on top of him, his legs still entwined with Lindsey’s, but he moans into Jamia’s mouth anyway when she sucks on his tongue. She tastes like coffee and something else familiar that Frank can’t place at the moment, but it’s good and he chases after it with his tongue
And then Jamia’s breaking away and Gerard grabs Frank’s face and kisses the hell out of him. Frank thinks he can hear Jamia and Lindsey kissing behind his head, but it’s lost in the buzz in his ears as Gerard bites his bottom lip and licks into Frank’s mouth. And there, that is what he could taste in Jamia’s mouth, Gerard, and the thought that they were making out earlier while he was up here with Lindsey has his vague morning wood turning right into sex now please wood in seconds flat. He moans into Gerard’s mouth and unconsciously thrusts his erection against Lindsey’s thigh where he’s still pressed up against her, feels her thigh press back in return and moans again. He can feel Jamia moving around on the bed behind him, hear fabric shifting then landing on the floor, the drawer in the nightstand being opened and then shut again. With his tongue still in Frank’s mouth, Gerard and Lindsey have some kind of nonverbal conversation, Frank guesses from the arm movements he can feel, about whatever is going to happen next. Frank isn’t entirely sure, but if it’s anything like last night, he’s on board and he knows one of them will catch him up eventually. Gerard breaks the kiss, snickering under his breath a little while Frank blinks at him slowly and tries again to wake up his brain.
Frank watches as Lindsey nods at Gerard and then Gerard leans in and kisses her forehead. It’s one of those sweet, touching moments between a married couple that Frank’s always not sure he should be watching, but he’s sort of stuck at the moment. Then Gerard leans over and does the same thing to Frank, holding Frank’s face gently in his hands and kissing his forehead; Frank’s stomach suddenly feels like it’s been filled with bubbles. His eyes slid shut at some point, and he opens them again when Gerard moves his hands away. Frank sees Jamia then, kneeling on the bed next to Gerard. She’s smiling at Frank, and she’s naked again, the sunlight making her skin look like gold. She’s beautiful. Frank reaches an arm out to her and she moves in close, kisses him gently on the lips then nuzzles their faces together before pulling away again and settling right up against Gerard’s side. Frank watches as Gerard puts his arm around Jamia’s waist, his hand resting on the curve of her hip, fingers digging into her soft flesh, while at the same time, Lindsey reaches up and runs her fingers through the hair at the back of Frank’s neck. A shiver goes through him and he answers Jamia’s raised eyebrow with a smile.
After that things are a blur of motion for a few minutes. Frank realizes he’s maybe a little better at this new four-way mind-meld than he thought, because he doesn’t even have to think about it when he follows the pull of Lindsey’s arms and kisses her. Frank loses himself in kissing Lindsey, the softness of her lips, the smoothness of her skin as they slide and rub against each other, the quiet little whimpers he can feel more than hear, the sharpness of her teeth on his lips, then across his jaw and on his neck. He groans and presses harder against her when she sucks on the skin just below his left ear. Lindsey just sucks harder, humming in pleasure, and spreads her legs wider, tilting her hips up against his so Frank’s dick ends up pressed right up against her cunt. He can feel how warm and wet she is through her panties and he reaches a hand down to rub slow circles over her clit, scooting down a little so he can suck on her tits.
Lindsey arches her back and the noise she makes is mixed with a groan from Gerard next to them. Frank looks over and sees Jamia has Gerard’s dick in her mouth. Gerard catches him looking and says, “Frank, oh my god, her fucking tongue.”
“I know, right?” Frank replies, smiling as he sees Jamia working her tongue ring against the head. He fucking loves it when she does that, and seeing her do it to Gerard and watching what it’s doing to him is so fucking hot Frank can barely stand it.
“Is she wet, Frankie?” Gerard asks, as he reaches out to run his hand down Lindsey's arm.
Frank groans and turns back to look at Lindsey’s flushed face, her bitten lips. His fingers just this side of hard against the wet panties and she shoves her hips up and up as he strokes harder. Without looking at Gerard, Frank answers, “So fucking wet, so hot,” and then he twists his head enough to see the spot where Gerard’s cock is disappearing into Jamia’s mouth. Jesus fucking Christ.
This should feel like something out of a totally cheesy porno; like, in any scenario where he might have dreamed this up, Frank would have thought it would feel like that, him and Gerard tangled up in the messy sheets on Gerard and Lindsey's bed, fucking each other's wives. But it feels nothing like that. It feels like the hottest sex Frank has ever been a part of, and that's including last night, when he had his dick down Gerard's throat and then Gerard's cock balls deep in his ass, while Jamia rode Lindsey's face soaking wet.
“You should - ah, fuck, Christ - you should take off her panties, Frankie,” Gerard says, and it’s really not surprising that he’s this bossy in bed, in a situation where, quite honestly, Frank would be afraid to be too bossy for the fear of upsetting any proceedings. But he scrambles to comply, especially after Lindsey whines in agreement and slips her fingers beneath the waistband. Together, they slide her underwear off and he dives in, can’t wait anymore.
She tastes so fucking good - sharp and sweet and different from J, something he hasn’t experienced in years. And as if she knows exactly what he’s thinking, he can hear Jamia groan next to them, and he can’t help it, he has to look over and see. When he does, he practically seizes on the spot. J is up on her knees and elbows, her incredible ass in the air, and Gerard is leaning in behind her, ready to lick her top to bottom, their fingers tangled together between her legs, rubbing at her clit. Frank bites Lindsey’s thigh and he knows she’s watching, too, knows they’re both getting off on this like nothing else.
Then she pulls on his hair - his dick jumps - and brings his face level with hers. He still tastes like her cunt when they kiss, and then she bites her lip and whispers, “You should fuck me,” and Frank can’t really say no to that.
“Yeah, okay,” he pants and kisses her again. The strip of condoms from last night is still on the bedside table, and he grabs it with clumsy fingers, tears off two after a second’s pause, and throws one on the bed next to them.
Lindsey grabs the one still in his hand and rips it open, rolling it onto his dick the next moment. She’s grinning at him, her legs still spread, her tits shiny with sweat. Jesus, she is fucking gorgeous. Frank pinches the base of his dick enough that he doesn’t come that very second, and then gravity reverses. Lindsey’s flipped him over onto his back and he grins as she knees her way up until his hips are between her thighs. He can still feel where she’s wet from his mouth and, Jesus fucking God, when she sinks down onto him, he bucks so hard, his feels it in his neck.
When he’s gotten a bit more control over himself, he opens his eyes and grabs Lindsey’s hips between his hands and squeezes. She’s stunning, as always, but even more so now, when she’s riding his cock and feels so fucking hot and tight around him. She looks out of control and wild and when Frank is able to look past her, he sees that both Jamia and Gerard are watching her too, both wrapped up in one another. Gerard’s arms are circling Jamia’s stomach, right under her tits, his chin on her shoulder, and Frank feels like he’s being pulled in a thousand different directions. His hands long to be around Jamia and feel her familiar skin against him, hear her voice in his ear. He wants to kiss Gerard, wants to suck him off, maybe; he doesn’t want to stop fucking Lindsey. Frank never thought he’d fuck another woman but J for the rest of his life, and he would have been ecstatic, there’s no one else he’d ever imagined in her place. But, goddamn, Lindsey feels good clenching around him, and looks amazing above him, her hair wild and dark, like a fantasy.
He catches Jamia’s eye and they both grin and he relaxes without ever having realized he’d tensed. Then he pulls Lindsey down to him and kisses her as they fuck before straining up and flipping them over. She makes these noises, half moans, half gasps, and he drives into her hard now, everything else forgotten. He’s aware of Jamia and Gerard moving around next to them, and he notices the condom he’s thrown on the bed is gone, but right now, all he cares about is fucking Lindsey as hard as she wants him to, whispering filthy commands in his ear, “Harder, c’mon, Frankie, yeah, like that, oh fuck.”
Right there, he knows, right there and she clenches around him and comes, spasming all over. He tries to catch his breath and not come, and it’s a struggle, but he breathes through it; he isn’t done yet. He shifts up on one elbow and goes where her legs are telling him to go, driving into her again and again.
The next second, he hears Jamia gasp louder and he knows, instinctively, she’s close, she’s so fucking close. He doesn’t realize he’s found the rhythm that Jamia loves until he hears her broken groan beside him; he opens his eyes and Lindsey’s watching him. As soon as their eyes lock, she reaches out and turns his face to the left, still moving with him, not breaking rhythm. Together, they see Jamia and Gerard collapse onto the pillows next to them. J’s smile is lazy and languid and Frank loves her so much, it’s almost painful.
“Pay attention, baby,” she whispers when their eyes meet, and he feels the rumble of Lindsey’s laugh beneath his chest. He pays attention.
He’s kissing Lindsey and so very, very close when he feels familiar hands in his hair, tugging and scratching; J knows what he likes. The next second, there are hands running down his back, then down his ass - Jesus - a slick finger circles, then pushes in, and in, and in, and the next moment, caught between Lindsey’s body, Jamia’s hands, and Gerard’s fingers, Frank loses his mind, coming long and hard and fucking loud.
“Jesus.”
He has no idea who says it, and only has the strength to pull out and roll over before he finds himself lulled, once again, between three of his favorite people. He passes the fuck out before he can even think about tossing the condom.
*
This time when Frank wakes up, he's alone. He rolls around and stretches and yeah, he definitely feels a lot more sore now than when he woke up earlier. It's not as if he and Jamia have a quiet sex life on their own, quite the opposite, but that was definitely a lot more involved in a lot shorter period of time than he's used to. But Frank is nothing if not a guy who enjoys a little pain with his sex, loves feeling used and completely fucked out after. He lingers in the bed for a minute, feeling the dull aches in his various limbs and relishing it, then he gets up and heads to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he digs around on the floor of the bedroom for his clothes and gets dressed. He can hear laughter as he walks down the stairs and he follows the sound out to the balcony where everyone else is standing and smoking. Frank walks out to join them and heads straight for Jamia, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck just below her ear.
"Hey, sleepy man," she says, her voice full of love and happiness. He gives her another squeeze then pulls back. There's a tap on his shoulder and he turns to see Gerard holding out a lit cigarette for him.
"Oh my god, I love you," Frank says before sucking in a lungful of sweet, delicious nicotine.
Gee smiles happily. "I love you too, Frankie."
Frank feels that warm, happy thrill roll through his stomach, the same one that's been there since that first party where he met Gerard and Frank couldn’t stop talking to him. The same one that was there the first time he saw Jamia, when she was yelling at some kids who were being assholes at a show, and he couldn’t stop staring at her. The same one that was there underneath all the heartache and pain as the bus raced to the airport in Europe to take him home to the funeral, when Lindsey held his hand the entire way, his head in her lap and her other hand stroking his hair, and Frank couldn’t let go of her. Frank stands in the sun, warm breeze wrapping around him, surrounded by this feeling, and nothing is wrong. Nothing is awkward. It just is, and he's happy. Looking around at their faces, he knows he's not the only one.
~end~