Double Feature: "Damn Close" & "Don't Google Yourself (Please)" (MCR, Frank/Jamia/Gerard/Lindsey)
HI. ciel_vert and I wroted things. Before today. We are posting them for posterity. Posterity is currently amused, I think. :D?
Title: "Damn Close"
Author: ciel_vert
Pairing: Gerard/Frank/Jamia
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~800
Disclaimer: Lies. All lies.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Frank and Jamia keep Gerard company while Lindsey is on tour.
Notes: This takes place in the same verse as Without Knowing How, just a few months later. For mrsronweasley. It seems we can't put this 'verse down. Hopefully you don't mind too much.
*
Frank has been in LA for a few weeks while the band has been in the studio, recording a little and mixing some stuff. He's been staying in his stupid rented apartment again, which Gerard thinks is just dumb. But at the same time, his and Lindsey's house isn't that big, and that's a lot of adults and dogs. So they make do. Jamia came out last week, right before Lindsey left for a small tour, and the sex was awesome. It's not something they do every time they're together, but since that first time a few months ago, more often than not it is. It's also something that Lindsey, Gerard and Frank do together when Jamia isn't there. And something Gerard and Frank do together when Lindsey's not there either. Gerard's never been alone with just Lindsey and Jamia, but Frank has and Gerard's pretty sure he can't wait for that to happen (not that he wants Frank to go away, but well, he could go away once, just so Gerard could have the full experience).
And speaking of the full experience, this is the first time it's just him, Frank and Jamia, and right now Gerard is sort of in heaven. Jamia's lying beneath him on the bed, soft pale limbs sprawled out, her hands gripping the underside of the headboard as she rocks her hips up, up, up to meet Gerard's tongue. He's licking and sucking her clit, three fingers buried in her wet cunt, letting her guide the rhythm until right there, she's clenching around his fingers and crying out as she comes, shaking with it.
She's barely stopped moving when Gerard feels hands in his hair, yanking him up and away from Jamia and right into Frank's face. Frank licks all over the lower half of Gerard's face, dripping wet with Jamia, then sticks his tongue in Gerard's mouth, licking deep, tasting all of her that he can. He breaks away panting, and Gerard gets a good look at him, eyes glazed over with desire, and hard as a rock, stroking his own cock.
"Fuck you guys, that was so fucking hot," Franks says as he licks his lips. Frank had wanted to watch the two of them, and apparently it was a good life decision. It's Gerard's turn to watch now as Frank leans over to kiss Jamia. Gerard watches as they kiss and rub against each other, and he can see it when Frank's dick presses in, hears Jamia's soft gasp, and then for a few minutes it's the sound of skin slapping against skin as Frank fucks into her, hard and steady.
Frank stops though, before either of them comes, and looks over his shoulder at Gerard. "C'mon Gee, get in here." Frank doesn't say spell it out, but they've done this a few times with Lindsey, so Gerard knows what he wants.
Gerard leans over to the nightstand to grab lube and a condom while Frank slowly starts fucking Jamia again. Gerard gets the condom on and slicks himself up, then wets his fingers and pushes two into Frank. Frank groans and drops his head down to Jamia's shoulder, pushes further into her and spreads his legs wider. "Now Gee, please. Just do it."
Gerard doesn't waste any more time, just lines himself up and pushes into Frank, steady and slow. He lets Frank adjust for a minute, until he feels Jamia shift below them both and Frank press into her a little, then he pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in. He sets up a driving, pounding rhythm, fucking into Frank hard, which pushes Frank into Jamia. Jamia is gasping, groaning, making the sexiest, filthy noises and she's looking at Gerard over Frank's shoulder when she comes again, her cries filling the room.
Gerard stops moving as she comes down from it, watches her kiss Frank and then push on his shoulder. Without pulling out of Frank, Gerard pulls both of them back so Jamia can scoot out from under them. Once she's moved, Gerard pushes Frank back onto the bed, pinning him down as he fucks him. Now all he can hear are the noises coming from Frank and the sounds their bodies make together. It's not long before Frank is shouting and coming all over the bedspread, and Gerard isn't far behind him, tugging on Frank's hair and biting the back of Frank's neck as he comes, hips stuttering to a stop, gasping for breath. He pulls out gently and tosses the condom in the wastebasket next to the bed before flopping on his back. Frank scoots in to lie curled up against Gerard's side, his head on Gerard's shoulder, and Jamia is spooned up behind Frank, her arm draped over his body with her hand resting on Gerard's stomach. It's not perfect, because Lindsey isn't there, but it's damn close.
***
Title: "Don’t Google Yourself (Please)"
Author: mrsronweasley
Pairing: Frank/Gerard/Lindsey/(Jamia)
Rating: NC-17 /o\
Summary: Frank gets in after an exhausting flight and spends some time with his Ways. (~3000 words)
Notes: I SWEAR TO GOD I MADE THIS UP. I wrote this yesterday. I must have been summoning up SOME kind of ~vibe, but seriously, THIS IS A WORK OF PURE, UNADULTERATED FICTION. (OBVIOUSLY.) But just. Oh God. I feel a little dirty.
(HI, FRANK, PLEASE DON’T EVER READ SHIT ABOUT YOURSELF ON THE INTERNET.)
For my ciel_vert. ♥
*
Frank is pretty tired when he finally stumbles through the opened doorway, but that's all right - Gerard's there to receive him with one arm. The other is busy holding a squirming Lady B and Frank can't stop grinning at her. She looks grown even from the last time he saw her three weeks ago. Kids, man.
He gives her a scratchy kiss on her cheek, and lands a quick peck on Gerard's lips. His bags get dropped on the floor, he'll pick them up in the morning, or something - best thing about the Ways is they're not too fussy about these things, and he tends to forget all manners when he's staying with them. He’s all right with it, until a week later, when he starts tearing through the house, putting it back to rights after the B has discovered and rampaged every single nook and cranny, and Gerard's underwear starts showing up in alarming places, like peeking out from under the couch or, as in that one memorable time, hanging over the pantry.
For now, though, all Frank wants is to hug Lindsey “hello,” take a shower, and fall into bed. The red-eye's brutal, and the time shifts always fuck with his brain.
He finds her coming out of the studio with requisite paint smudges all over her hands and forehead, and she blinds him with her smile.
"You're here!"
He reeks pretty bad, but that's never been an issue with any Way he's met, so he'd maybe think twice about hugging J after an exhausting flight, but he doesn't even blink before he's enveloped in Lindsey's arms. He can admit to loving the hugs that book-ended his trip. J practically crushed him before dropping him off at the airport, and if he tries hard enough, he can maybe still smell her perfume on his clothes, under the stale air of the plane.
Either way, it's fucking good to be here, even he wishes Jamia could have come out, too. It's only fifteen days, he tells himself.
Gerard trails him all the way to the bathroom, Bandit still clutched in his arms, playing with a chew toy Frank had gifted her with last time he saw them. She's got Gerard's nose and it scrunches up when Frank reaches over and tickles her ribs. He'll never get tired of her giggle.
"She remembers you, I think," Gerard grins, and Frank totally believes it. She's always loved the shit out of him.
"Duh," he says, and leans against the sink. He strips off his shirt, piles it on top of Gerard's briefs - because the bathroom is still the likeliest place to find them - and cocks his head at Gerard when he starts tugging at his belt.
"Gonna watch, Gee?"
Bandit talks nonsense at them both and her toy squishes up against Frank's cheek when Gerard adjusts her in his arms, leans down and whispers "Maybe," in his ear. Frank kisses him on the cheek, then turns him bodily around and marches him out the door.
"I need an actual shower, Gee, not one of your accidental rinses." Even if those come with pretty nice blowjobs nowadays.
Gerard flips him off over his shoulder before Frank shuts the door in his face and gets to work.
*
"She go down quiet?"
"Ha," Gerard says, and falls heavily onto Frank's giant bed. "I think Linds is popping valium right now," he sighs and closes his eyes. The B is pretty perfect as far as Frank is concerned, but the princess hates her naptime fiercely, something he will never understand about kids. He nudges Gerard's thigh with his knee and scootches over until he's the big spoon, hand wrapped over Gerard's soft belly. Frank scratches his nose against Gerard’s shoulder blade.
"Has she said anything new?"
"Uppy," Gerard laughs. "We haven't figured out if it's puppy or guppy yet, so we haven't made an official announcement."
Frank snorts and lifts his head when a weight drops behind him and Lindsey throws a tired arm over them both. "Oh my God, we are not having a second kid," she grumbles, and Frank knows that's a lie, but he's learned never to argue. "I'm going to record her screams and then play them for her when she's eighteen. It'll be an awesome performance piece, you know, at, like, open mic nights or some shit."
"I know I'm tired but that doesn't even make sense," Gerard says and Frank just lies there between them, basking in not having to deal with any of it just yet. Not yet, but he can't wait to fucking start.
"You're lucky, Frankie, you've still got time to change your mind," Lindsey echoes his thoughts and it's at the tip of his tongue, but he can't. Not without J.
So he lies there and enjoys being the stuffing in a Way sandwich and probably falls asleep, because next thing he knows, he's waking up with his mouth full of Gerard's hair.
"Mmmf."
He spits it out, then lifts his head to look at the clock. He drops back down after he's calculated that Bandit's got a good hour left in her to nap (tantrums take it out of you, after all) and turns over to assess his own situation.
He's in pajama pants with pretty healthy wood happening, surrounded by two out-for-the-count Ways. He should probably leave them to it and go downstairs to see if he can't scrounge himself up some kind of breakfast/lunch dealio, but then again - sleeping Ways. With - he slides his hand down Gerard's front - another bit of wood happening right there in the bed. He kind of doesn't want to have to wait. He'll make it up to them by babysitting B in the morning so they can sleep in.
But not right now.
He wakes Gerard up first, because he's generally more malleable than Lindsey when woken up like this. Frank slides his palm across Gerard's t-shirt and then dips his fingers into his jeans. It doesn't take that much work to get in enough room to wrap his hand around Gerard's half-hard dick, and it fills out inside his palm. He strokes him slowly, carefully, his every nerve awake and thrumming. He kisses the back of Gerard's neck, slides out his tongue, and tastes the sweaty-salty skin of a two-days-behind-on-showering Gerard.
"Mmmm." Gerard's hum is so soft, Frank feels it more than hears it. That's pretty nice, too. "Hey, Frankie," Gerard mumbles and then gasps when Frank's thumb slides over the leaking head of his cock. "Fuck, that's a nice way to wake up."
They're still spooning, so it's pretty easy for Frank to push his hips up just enough that his dick presses up against Gerard's ass. He rolls his hips a couple of times, and Gerard pushes back. Frank leans in closer and bites the tender spot behind Gerard's ear. "Wanna wake up your lady?" he whispers.
Gerard moans a little and then fights Frank's hold long enough to turn over and grin at him. "Hey."
Frank bites his lip. "Hey, yourself."
"Hey, three," Lindsey mumbles behind him.
Frank jerks a little and turns over. "Aww, I wanted to wake you up myself," he complains. "But I guess this is cool."
She tastes like sleep and berries and hums when they break apart, sliding her fingers down to the drawstring of Frank's pjs. "How's the old lady?" She undoes the string easily enough with one hand and Frank really wants to answer, but he can't, because the next second, her hand is on his dick, which is really pretty excited about the attention.
Lindsey doesn't seem to be expecting an answer right now, anyway. Frank just goes with it, hips rolling along with the rhythm she's set, and then Gerard shifts behind him and slides his hand down to join Lindsey's. Wow, that's even better, Frank thinks, then realizes he said it out loud when Gerard laughs so close in his ear, Frank's skin raises in goosebumps.
"What, like, two hands are better than one?" Gerard says.
"More like... mmmm, yeah... four hands are better than - fuck -"
He breaks off when Gerard bites down where his shoulder meets his neck and Frank's back arches. God, that's good.
Lindsey hums and slips her fingers out from under Gerard's. Frank can't stop himself from making a disappointed noise but when he opens his eyes, she's smiling at him, biting her full bottom lip.
"Hand's at a bad angle, sorry." She settles said hand under her cheek and raises an eyebrow. "And I kind of wanna watch."
Frank bucks into Gerard's hand at her murmured words and grabs the first part of Gerard he can, which turns out to be his thigh. "Fuck - yeah, okay. You should -ah - you should watch," he pants.
"Yeah," Gerard whispers and licks the shell of Frank's ear, basically forcing Frank to become putty in his hands. Gerard's dick is digging into Frank's thigh and it feels really fucking good. "You should fucking watch," Gerard echoes, his voice keeping Frank just barely on the edge. "He's so hot like this, isn't he?"
"Hell yeah," Lindsey breathes and reaches out to shove Frank's pants full off his hips.
He wriggles, helping, and he wants to laugh, maybe, but there's not enough air in his lungs for that. He whines instead, and his mouth feels like it's full of dry cotton and like he really needs to swallow, all at once. Gerard's now keeping a steady rhythm on his dick, punctuated by his hips thrusting up against Frank's ass like his entire body is in full fucking mode. Which is just the best image Frank can come up with at the moment.
He opens his eyes again because he's close, he's so close, and meets Lindsey's heated gaze. Her tongue slides over her lips like she doesn't even know it and she scoots closer until they're kissing, deep and hard and wet. It's the taste of her mouth that finally makes Frank's belly give a kick, and every nerve ending in his body lines up and shoots pure gut-wrenching pleasure out of him as he comes all over Gerard's fist, shuddering against him and groaning around Lindsey's tongue.
"Mmm," Gerard hums behind him and lifts his fingers to Frank's mouth. "Wanna suck me off, Frankie?" he breathes and Frank opens his mouth up automatically, sucking Gerard's fingers in and humming because hell, yes, he does.
After he's licked Gerard's fingers clean and maybe bitten them a little, he turns over and raises an eyebrow. "What kind of a question is that?"
He pushes Gerard onto his back and slithers down the bed as easily as he can with his pants down around his thighs. He throws Lindsey a grin over his shoulder as he kicks them off, and then settles himself across Gerard's legs. He makes pretty quick work of tugging Gerard's pants over and down his hips and leans in to reacquaint himself with Gee's dick.
He always forgets how much he loves sucking cock. Or maybe, doesn't forget so much as doesn't remember what it's like, and he fucking remembers now. He loves the stretch of his lips over his teeth, that first taste of the salty head on his tongue. He moans and slides down further, relishes the noises Gerard makes as he bucks into his mouth. Frank lets him go pretty wild after that, settling down into it. He's got Gerard's thighs pinned good under his own weight, but Gee still manages to find a way to fuck his mouth, mostly by grabbing the back of Frank's head and forcing him into a rhythm. Frank follows his lead, sucks hard and eases his throat enough to go down as far as Gerard wants him to. Gee's pretty ballsy with how quickly he expects Frank to deep-throat, but he's careful about it, too. Frank's jaw gets that slight sore feeling that he'd fucking hate uner any other circumstance but seriously enjoys when it's shaped around a dick. He rests his hands on Gerard's hips and swallows.
"Jesus - fucking - oh my God, oh fuck, oh fuck -"
Frank's learned that when Gerard starts to babble, it's time to pull out the big guns. When he really wants to do right now is finger Gerard, but the angle's all wrong and he doesn't want to stop. But he can touch his balls, so he does, reaching down between Gerard's slightly spread thighs and scraps his nails against the soft skin. Gerard keens and clenches his fingers aaround Frank's skull. Frank pushes his tongue against Gerard's cock and then Gee's done, shooting down Frank's throat and shaking the fucking bed with it, man, Frank loves getting him off.
"Oh, that's so fucking hot," Lindsey says from somewhere above Frank, and then she pulls on his shoulders until his mouth's popped off Gerard's dick, and then it's filled again, this time with Lindsey's tongue.
She might have been too tired to participate, but she's still wet, a fact which Frank discovers when he goes searching for it. He pushes her back, tugs off her panties, rucks up her skirt, and pretty gleefully goes to fucking town. It's an oral kind of day, apparently, and he's more than happy to pay his dues. He pays them with his tongue against her clit, licking soft and steady and she's dripping all over his chin, that's how ready she is. He shifts until he's lying on this stomach, then he grabs her thighs and pushes them up and up, until she's all exposed for him, all of her, and he licks all of her in turn. He licks down and down until he's fluttering his tongue against her asshole and she bucks against his face.
"Frankie -"
He can't honestly tell who says it, everything sounds like he's under water. He slides two fingers into his mouth, then stretches Lindsey open and finger-fucks her as he licks, fucks her until she's crying out and begging Gerard to touch her tits, "Fucking now, Gee, c'mon, yeah, that's - oh, fuck -"
She comes shuddering against Frank's face, his tongue on her clit. He can still feel her pulsing around his fingers when he takes his tongue away and just watches her body heaving with the aftershocks.
He grins as they both stare down at him, pupils blown, hair a rat's nest on both heads. Screw the fucking - this is as close to the best image his mind can come up with, with no Jamia in the picture. He really fucking loves his life.
*
B is reaching for a something on the kitchen counter from her high-chair when Gerard stumbles in and blinks at Frank like he's never seen him before in his life. Frank slides the steaming coffee cup towards him with no fanfare and goes to retrieve the spoon that B is so clearly jonesing for.
Gerard's inhaled half the cup by the time Frank joins him on the bench, and that's good, because it means Gerard's now human.
"Morning, sunshine," Frank chirps, because he's basically been up since before Bandit. He found her lying thoughtfully in her crib, gazing at him like she totally knew he'd take her out to play, no questions asked. She grinned her three-tooth grin as he grabbed her and called him "Dada," but nobody but the two of them needs to really know that.
"Mmph," Dada says now, but he finally seems to be aware of his surroundings. Then he gives the biggest yawn known to man and Frank scoots about a foot away from him.
"Dude, you reek. Go brush your fucking teeth."
"Go brush your mom's teeth - hey, you took the B out! Thanks, man, you could have woken us up!"
Bandit squeals at the nickname and laughs at them both, drooling out of the side of her mouth. She mostly always looks like Lindsey, but the morning drooling is probably more Gerard's trait. Frank doesn't take his eyes off her when he says, "Not a problem, man, I was already up."
Gerard makes a grateful sound and finishes the rest of the coffee. "You made a full pot," he moans when he gets up to get more. "I fucking love you."
"Of course you fucking do," Frank says and goes for another refill himself.
Lindsey eventually finds the two of them on the kitchen floor surrounded by wooden spoons, with Bandit running literal circles around them both. B squeals when she spots Lindsey and stumbles over to plant her face between Lindsey's legs. Frank can't help thinking that's another trait she's picked up from daddy.
He doesn't say it, though, just greets Lindsey with a wave of a spoon. "Coffee?"
"I effing love you," she groans and picks a squealing Bandit up into her arms. "What do you think, baby?" she turns to her, lips puckered into baby-talk mode. "Do we love Uncle Frankie, or what?"
"An-kie!" B mimics and Frank's heart does a funny little wiggle in his chest. "An-kie!" she squeals again and when Frank manages to tear his gaze away from her, he catches Gerard's gaze and immediately rolls his eyes.
"Oh, Jesus, you're not gonna cry, are you?"
"Shut the fuck up, asshole," Gerard mumbles, voice thick, and then winces just as Lindsey kicks him in the ass.
"That's a dollar, dip-s-h-i-t," she says. "Pay the eff up."
Frank puffs out his cheeks and crosses his eyes at B while Gerard grumbles something back at his beloved. Then Frank grabs his phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of B in Lindsey's arms, surrounded by the morning light. He texts it to J with the subject line "fourteen days!" and gets up to grab the baby for himself. She kicks him in the stomach but goes willingly after he's "oof"ed at her.
He's really pretty fucking good with kids, he decides. This is gonna be a fucking breeze.
*
Title: "Damn Close"
Author: ciel_vert
Pairing: Gerard/Frank/Jamia
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~800
Disclaimer: Lies. All lies.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Frank and Jamia keep Gerard company while Lindsey is on tour.
Notes: This takes place in the same verse as Without Knowing How, just a few months later. For mrsronweasley. It seems we can't put this 'verse down. Hopefully you don't mind too much.
*
Frank has been in LA for a few weeks while the band has been in the studio, recording a little and mixing some stuff. He's been staying in his stupid rented apartment again, which Gerard thinks is just dumb. But at the same time, his and Lindsey's house isn't that big, and that's a lot of adults and dogs. So they make do. Jamia came out last week, right before Lindsey left for a small tour, and the sex was awesome. It's not something they do every time they're together, but since that first time a few months ago, more often than not it is. It's also something that Lindsey, Gerard and Frank do together when Jamia isn't there. And something Gerard and Frank do together when Lindsey's not there either. Gerard's never been alone with just Lindsey and Jamia, but Frank has and Gerard's pretty sure he can't wait for that to happen (not that he wants Frank to go away, but well, he could go away once, just so Gerard could have the full experience).
And speaking of the full experience, this is the first time it's just him, Frank and Jamia, and right now Gerard is sort of in heaven. Jamia's lying beneath him on the bed, soft pale limbs sprawled out, her hands gripping the underside of the headboard as she rocks her hips up, up, up to meet Gerard's tongue. He's licking and sucking her clit, three fingers buried in her wet cunt, letting her guide the rhythm until right there, she's clenching around his fingers and crying out as she comes, shaking with it.
She's barely stopped moving when Gerard feels hands in his hair, yanking him up and away from Jamia and right into Frank's face. Frank licks all over the lower half of Gerard's face, dripping wet with Jamia, then sticks his tongue in Gerard's mouth, licking deep, tasting all of her that he can. He breaks away panting, and Gerard gets a good look at him, eyes glazed over with desire, and hard as a rock, stroking his own cock.
"Fuck you guys, that was so fucking hot," Franks says as he licks his lips. Frank had wanted to watch the two of them, and apparently it was a good life decision. It's Gerard's turn to watch now as Frank leans over to kiss Jamia. Gerard watches as they kiss and rub against each other, and he can see it when Frank's dick presses in, hears Jamia's soft gasp, and then for a few minutes it's the sound of skin slapping against skin as Frank fucks into her, hard and steady.
Frank stops though, before either of them comes, and looks over his shoulder at Gerard. "C'mon Gee, get in here." Frank doesn't say spell it out, but they've done this a few times with Lindsey, so Gerard knows what he wants.
Gerard leans over to the nightstand to grab lube and a condom while Frank slowly starts fucking Jamia again. Gerard gets the condom on and slicks himself up, then wets his fingers and pushes two into Frank. Frank groans and drops his head down to Jamia's shoulder, pushes further into her and spreads his legs wider. "Now Gee, please. Just do it."
Gerard doesn't waste any more time, just lines himself up and pushes into Frank, steady and slow. He lets Frank adjust for a minute, until he feels Jamia shift below them both and Frank press into her a little, then he pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in. He sets up a driving, pounding rhythm, fucking into Frank hard, which pushes Frank into Jamia. Jamia is gasping, groaning, making the sexiest, filthy noises and she's looking at Gerard over Frank's shoulder when she comes again, her cries filling the room.
Gerard stops moving as she comes down from it, watches her kiss Frank and then push on his shoulder. Without pulling out of Frank, Gerard pulls both of them back so Jamia can scoot out from under them. Once she's moved, Gerard pushes Frank back onto the bed, pinning him down as he fucks him. Now all he can hear are the noises coming from Frank and the sounds their bodies make together. It's not long before Frank is shouting and coming all over the bedspread, and Gerard isn't far behind him, tugging on Frank's hair and biting the back of Frank's neck as he comes, hips stuttering to a stop, gasping for breath. He pulls out gently and tosses the condom in the wastebasket next to the bed before flopping on his back. Frank scoots in to lie curled up against Gerard's side, his head on Gerard's shoulder, and Jamia is spooned up behind Frank, her arm draped over his body with her hand resting on Gerard's stomach. It's not perfect, because Lindsey isn't there, but it's damn close.
***
Title: "Don’t Google Yourself (Please)"
Author: mrsronweasley
Pairing: Frank/Gerard/Lindsey/(Jamia)
Rating: NC-17 /o\
Summary: Frank gets in after an exhausting flight and spends some time with his Ways. (~3000 words)
Notes: I SWEAR TO GOD I MADE THIS UP. I wrote this yesterday. I must have been summoning up SOME kind of ~vibe, but seriously, THIS IS A WORK OF PURE, UNADULTERATED FICTION. (OBVIOUSLY.) But just. Oh God. I feel a little dirty.
(HI, FRANK, PLEASE DON’T EVER READ SHIT ABOUT YOURSELF ON THE INTERNET.)
For my ciel_vert. ♥
*
Frank is pretty tired when he finally stumbles through the opened doorway, but that's all right - Gerard's there to receive him with one arm. The other is busy holding a squirming Lady B and Frank can't stop grinning at her. She looks grown even from the last time he saw her three weeks ago. Kids, man.
He gives her a scratchy kiss on her cheek, and lands a quick peck on Gerard's lips. His bags get dropped on the floor, he'll pick them up in the morning, or something - best thing about the Ways is they're not too fussy about these things, and he tends to forget all manners when he's staying with them. He’s all right with it, until a week later, when he starts tearing through the house, putting it back to rights after the B has discovered and rampaged every single nook and cranny, and Gerard's underwear starts showing up in alarming places, like peeking out from under the couch or, as in that one memorable time, hanging over the pantry.
For now, though, all Frank wants is to hug Lindsey “hello,” take a shower, and fall into bed. The red-eye's brutal, and the time shifts always fuck with his brain.
He finds her coming out of the studio with requisite paint smudges all over her hands and forehead, and she blinds him with her smile.
"You're here!"
He reeks pretty bad, but that's never been an issue with any Way he's met, so he'd maybe think twice about hugging J after an exhausting flight, but he doesn't even blink before he's enveloped in Lindsey's arms. He can admit to loving the hugs that book-ended his trip. J practically crushed him before dropping him off at the airport, and if he tries hard enough, he can maybe still smell her perfume on his clothes, under the stale air of the plane.
Either way, it's fucking good to be here, even he wishes Jamia could have come out, too. It's only fifteen days, he tells himself.
Gerard trails him all the way to the bathroom, Bandit still clutched in his arms, playing with a chew toy Frank had gifted her with last time he saw them. She's got Gerard's nose and it scrunches up when Frank reaches over and tickles her ribs. He'll never get tired of her giggle.
"She remembers you, I think," Gerard grins, and Frank totally believes it. She's always loved the shit out of him.
"Duh," he says, and leans against the sink. He strips off his shirt, piles it on top of Gerard's briefs - because the bathroom is still the likeliest place to find them - and cocks his head at Gerard when he starts tugging at his belt.
"Gonna watch, Gee?"
Bandit talks nonsense at them both and her toy squishes up against Frank's cheek when Gerard adjusts her in his arms, leans down and whispers "Maybe," in his ear. Frank kisses him on the cheek, then turns him bodily around and marches him out the door.
"I need an actual shower, Gee, not one of your accidental rinses." Even if those come with pretty nice blowjobs nowadays.
Gerard flips him off over his shoulder before Frank shuts the door in his face and gets to work.
*
"She go down quiet?"
"Ha," Gerard says, and falls heavily onto Frank's giant bed. "I think Linds is popping valium right now," he sighs and closes his eyes. The B is pretty perfect as far as Frank is concerned, but the princess hates her naptime fiercely, something he will never understand about kids. He nudges Gerard's thigh with his knee and scootches over until he's the big spoon, hand wrapped over Gerard's soft belly. Frank scratches his nose against Gerard’s shoulder blade.
"Has she said anything new?"
"Uppy," Gerard laughs. "We haven't figured out if it's puppy or guppy yet, so we haven't made an official announcement."
Frank snorts and lifts his head when a weight drops behind him and Lindsey throws a tired arm over them both. "Oh my God, we are not having a second kid," she grumbles, and Frank knows that's a lie, but he's learned never to argue. "I'm going to record her screams and then play them for her when she's eighteen. It'll be an awesome performance piece, you know, at, like, open mic nights or some shit."
"I know I'm tired but that doesn't even make sense," Gerard says and Frank just lies there between them, basking in not having to deal with any of it just yet. Not yet, but he can't wait to fucking start.
"You're lucky, Frankie, you've still got time to change your mind," Lindsey echoes his thoughts and it's at the tip of his tongue, but he can't. Not without J.
So he lies there and enjoys being the stuffing in a Way sandwich and probably falls asleep, because next thing he knows, he's waking up with his mouth full of Gerard's hair.
"Mmmf."
He spits it out, then lifts his head to look at the clock. He drops back down after he's calculated that Bandit's got a good hour left in her to nap (tantrums take it out of you, after all) and turns over to assess his own situation.
He's in pajama pants with pretty healthy wood happening, surrounded by two out-for-the-count Ways. He should probably leave them to it and go downstairs to see if he can't scrounge himself up some kind of breakfast/lunch dealio, but then again - sleeping Ways. With - he slides his hand down Gerard's front - another bit of wood happening right there in the bed. He kind of doesn't want to have to wait. He'll make it up to them by babysitting B in the morning so they can sleep in.
But not right now.
He wakes Gerard up first, because he's generally more malleable than Lindsey when woken up like this. Frank slides his palm across Gerard's t-shirt and then dips his fingers into his jeans. It doesn't take that much work to get in enough room to wrap his hand around Gerard's half-hard dick, and it fills out inside his palm. He strokes him slowly, carefully, his every nerve awake and thrumming. He kisses the back of Gerard's neck, slides out his tongue, and tastes the sweaty-salty skin of a two-days-behind-on-showering Gerard.
"Mmmm." Gerard's hum is so soft, Frank feels it more than hears it. That's pretty nice, too. "Hey, Frankie," Gerard mumbles and then gasps when Frank's thumb slides over the leaking head of his cock. "Fuck, that's a nice way to wake up."
They're still spooning, so it's pretty easy for Frank to push his hips up just enough that his dick presses up against Gerard's ass. He rolls his hips a couple of times, and Gerard pushes back. Frank leans in closer and bites the tender spot behind Gerard's ear. "Wanna wake up your lady?" he whispers.
Gerard moans a little and then fights Frank's hold long enough to turn over and grin at him. "Hey."
Frank bites his lip. "Hey, yourself."
"Hey, three," Lindsey mumbles behind him.
Frank jerks a little and turns over. "Aww, I wanted to wake you up myself," he complains. "But I guess this is cool."
She tastes like sleep and berries and hums when they break apart, sliding her fingers down to the drawstring of Frank's pjs. "How's the old lady?" She undoes the string easily enough with one hand and Frank really wants to answer, but he can't, because the next second, her hand is on his dick, which is really pretty excited about the attention.
Lindsey doesn't seem to be expecting an answer right now, anyway. Frank just goes with it, hips rolling along with the rhythm she's set, and then Gerard shifts behind him and slides his hand down to join Lindsey's. Wow, that's even better, Frank thinks, then realizes he said it out loud when Gerard laughs so close in his ear, Frank's skin raises in goosebumps.
"What, like, two hands are better than one?" Gerard says.
"More like... mmmm, yeah... four hands are better than - fuck -"
He breaks off when Gerard bites down where his shoulder meets his neck and Frank's back arches. God, that's good.
Lindsey hums and slips her fingers out from under Gerard's. Frank can't stop himself from making a disappointed noise but when he opens his eyes, she's smiling at him, biting her full bottom lip.
"Hand's at a bad angle, sorry." She settles said hand under her cheek and raises an eyebrow. "And I kind of wanna watch."
Frank bucks into Gerard's hand at her murmured words and grabs the first part of Gerard he can, which turns out to be his thigh. "Fuck - yeah, okay. You should -ah - you should watch," he pants.
"Yeah," Gerard whispers and licks the shell of Frank's ear, basically forcing Frank to become putty in his hands. Gerard's dick is digging into Frank's thigh and it feels really fucking good. "You should fucking watch," Gerard echoes, his voice keeping Frank just barely on the edge. "He's so hot like this, isn't he?"
"Hell yeah," Lindsey breathes and reaches out to shove Frank's pants full off his hips.
He wriggles, helping, and he wants to laugh, maybe, but there's not enough air in his lungs for that. He whines instead, and his mouth feels like it's full of dry cotton and like he really needs to swallow, all at once. Gerard's now keeping a steady rhythm on his dick, punctuated by his hips thrusting up against Frank's ass like his entire body is in full fucking mode. Which is just the best image Frank can come up with at the moment.
He opens his eyes again because he's close, he's so close, and meets Lindsey's heated gaze. Her tongue slides over her lips like she doesn't even know it and she scoots closer until they're kissing, deep and hard and wet. It's the taste of her mouth that finally makes Frank's belly give a kick, and every nerve ending in his body lines up and shoots pure gut-wrenching pleasure out of him as he comes all over Gerard's fist, shuddering against him and groaning around Lindsey's tongue.
"Mmm," Gerard hums behind him and lifts his fingers to Frank's mouth. "Wanna suck me off, Frankie?" he breathes and Frank opens his mouth up automatically, sucking Gerard's fingers in and humming because hell, yes, he does.
After he's licked Gerard's fingers clean and maybe bitten them a little, he turns over and raises an eyebrow. "What kind of a question is that?"
He pushes Gerard onto his back and slithers down the bed as easily as he can with his pants down around his thighs. He throws Lindsey a grin over his shoulder as he kicks them off, and then settles himself across Gerard's legs. He makes pretty quick work of tugging Gerard's pants over and down his hips and leans in to reacquaint himself with Gee's dick.
He always forgets how much he loves sucking cock. Or maybe, doesn't forget so much as doesn't remember what it's like, and he fucking remembers now. He loves the stretch of his lips over his teeth, that first taste of the salty head on his tongue. He moans and slides down further, relishes the noises Gerard makes as he bucks into his mouth. Frank lets him go pretty wild after that, settling down into it. He's got Gerard's thighs pinned good under his own weight, but Gee still manages to find a way to fuck his mouth, mostly by grabbing the back of Frank's head and forcing him into a rhythm. Frank follows his lead, sucks hard and eases his throat enough to go down as far as Gerard wants him to. Gee's pretty ballsy with how quickly he expects Frank to deep-throat, but he's careful about it, too. Frank's jaw gets that slight sore feeling that he'd fucking hate uner any other circumstance but seriously enjoys when it's shaped around a dick. He rests his hands on Gerard's hips and swallows.
"Jesus - fucking - oh my God, oh fuck, oh fuck -"
Frank's learned that when Gerard starts to babble, it's time to pull out the big guns. When he really wants to do right now is finger Gerard, but the angle's all wrong and he doesn't want to stop. But he can touch his balls, so he does, reaching down between Gerard's slightly spread thighs and scraps his nails against the soft skin. Gerard keens and clenches his fingers aaround Frank's skull. Frank pushes his tongue against Gerard's cock and then Gee's done, shooting down Frank's throat and shaking the fucking bed with it, man, Frank loves getting him off.
"Oh, that's so fucking hot," Lindsey says from somewhere above Frank, and then she pulls on his shoulders until his mouth's popped off Gerard's dick, and then it's filled again, this time with Lindsey's tongue.
She might have been too tired to participate, but she's still wet, a fact which Frank discovers when he goes searching for it. He pushes her back, tugs off her panties, rucks up her skirt, and pretty gleefully goes to fucking town. It's an oral kind of day, apparently, and he's more than happy to pay his dues. He pays them with his tongue against her clit, licking soft and steady and she's dripping all over his chin, that's how ready she is. He shifts until he's lying on this stomach, then he grabs her thighs and pushes them up and up, until she's all exposed for him, all of her, and he licks all of her in turn. He licks down and down until he's fluttering his tongue against her asshole and she bucks against his face.
"Frankie -"
He can't honestly tell who says it, everything sounds like he's under water. He slides two fingers into his mouth, then stretches Lindsey open and finger-fucks her as he licks, fucks her until she's crying out and begging Gerard to touch her tits, "Fucking now, Gee, c'mon, yeah, that's - oh, fuck -"
She comes shuddering against Frank's face, his tongue on her clit. He can still feel her pulsing around his fingers when he takes his tongue away and just watches her body heaving with the aftershocks.
He grins as they both stare down at him, pupils blown, hair a rat's nest on both heads. Screw the fucking - this is as close to the best image his mind can come up with, with no Jamia in the picture. He really fucking loves his life.
*
B is reaching for a something on the kitchen counter from her high-chair when Gerard stumbles in and blinks at Frank like he's never seen him before in his life. Frank slides the steaming coffee cup towards him with no fanfare and goes to retrieve the spoon that B is so clearly jonesing for.
Gerard's inhaled half the cup by the time Frank joins him on the bench, and that's good, because it means Gerard's now human.
"Morning, sunshine," Frank chirps, because he's basically been up since before Bandit. He found her lying thoughtfully in her crib, gazing at him like she totally knew he'd take her out to play, no questions asked. She grinned her three-tooth grin as he grabbed her and called him "Dada," but nobody but the two of them needs to really know that.
"Mmph," Dada says now, but he finally seems to be aware of his surroundings. Then he gives the biggest yawn known to man and Frank scoots about a foot away from him.
"Dude, you reek. Go brush your fucking teeth."
"Go brush your mom's teeth - hey, you took the B out! Thanks, man, you could have woken us up!"
Bandit squeals at the nickname and laughs at them both, drooling out of the side of her mouth. She mostly always looks like Lindsey, but the morning drooling is probably more Gerard's trait. Frank doesn't take his eyes off her when he says, "Not a problem, man, I was already up."
Gerard makes a grateful sound and finishes the rest of the coffee. "You made a full pot," he moans when he gets up to get more. "I fucking love you."
"Of course you fucking do," Frank says and goes for another refill himself.
Lindsey eventually finds the two of them on the kitchen floor surrounded by wooden spoons, with Bandit running literal circles around them both. B squeals when she spots Lindsey and stumbles over to plant her face between Lindsey's legs. Frank can't help thinking that's another trait she's picked up from daddy.
He doesn't say it, though, just greets Lindsey with a wave of a spoon. "Coffee?"
"I effing love you," she groans and picks a squealing Bandit up into her arms. "What do you think, baby?" she turns to her, lips puckered into baby-talk mode. "Do we love Uncle Frankie, or what?"
"An-kie!" B mimics and Frank's heart does a funny little wiggle in his chest. "An-kie!" she squeals again and when Frank manages to tear his gaze away from her, he catches Gerard's gaze and immediately rolls his eyes.
"Oh, Jesus, you're not gonna cry, are you?"
"Shut the fuck up, asshole," Gerard mumbles, voice thick, and then winces just as Lindsey kicks him in the ass.
"That's a dollar, dip-s-h-i-t," she says. "Pay the eff up."
Frank puffs out his cheeks and crosses his eyes at B while Gerard grumbles something back at his beloved. Then Frank grabs his phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of B in Lindsey's arms, surrounded by the morning light. He texts it to J with the subject line "fourteen days!" and gets up to grab the baby for himself. She kicks him in the stomach but goes willingly after he's "oof"ed at her.
He's really pretty fucking good with kids, he decides. This is gonna be a fucking breeze.
*