Don't make me choose.
TITLE: Don't make me choose.
CHAPTER: 3/?
PAIRING: Gerard/Frank, Gerard/Lindsey, Frank/Jamia.
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Gerard gets pushed too far in an interview, and it leads to things he thought were forgotten.
DISCLAIMER: Not real, never happened
part one
part two
"So," Gerard starts, trying to think of something to break the silence even though he has to whisper, "did you have 'so much phone sex with Jamia'?"
Frank looks at him, says, "No, apparantly she was busy," and tries to bury his face in Gerard's shoulder, an arm around his waist. "You smell like her."
"Um, sorry? You want me to shower or something?"
"No. I kinda like that you smell like her, but you're here with me," Frank turns, pushed up against Gerard and slinging a leg over him. He takes a firm hold of Gerard's chin and licks along his jaw, right up to behind his ear.
Gerard has to suppress a small giggle at the tickling feeling of Frank's overnight facial fluff. "I knew you were into some kinky shit, Frank, but I'd never guess smelling like someone else would be a turn-on for you."
When Gerard looks at him, Frank's face is all screwed up and he's sticking out his tongue. "Actually, I forgot how Goddamn awful perfume tastes. It's all over your neck. Yuck!"
"I bought that for her, it's not that gross. That shit cost a fortune."
"You should try licking your neck then, it's pretty gross as far as my tongue's concerned."
"Don't be bitchy just 'cause you didn't get laid," Gerard says, but it's with amusement, and he playfully digs Frank in the ribs with a smirk.
"Like you did, you mean? Don't try that one on me, I heard all about it when you told Cortez; you and Lindsey went out to a restaurant, had dinner, left, and blah blah blah, now you're here." Frank looks pretty smug with himself.
"Whatever," is Gerard's only comback, "just kiss me before everyone wakes up."
.............
It's risky, the whole thing. Because not only do Lindsey and Jamia not know, the rest of the band don't either, which is why Gerard's sort of glad that Mikey's not back yet because he'd probably figure it out in ten seconds flat. And as much as they're brothers and best friends, Mikey gets on with the girls really well, and would have a hard time not saying anything, even just to Alicia, who would of course go running straight to them. Not that he can't understand that. So it's absolutely essential that they keep it secret for as long as they can.
West Palm beach. Another show, another round of guys getting half naked on Gerard's say-so, and another round of teasing and flirting. It's definitely progressing somewhat, to the point where when Frank sees Gerard on the floor during Give 'em hell kid, the song Gerard recited lines to him from back in their hotel room, Frank can't resist fucking with him just a little. So he strides over, shoving one leg around Gerard's shoulder, expecting the singer to laugh it off and get out from his clutches.
But that doesn't happen at all. Gerard keeps singing and Frank keeps playing when the hand sneaks through his legs, squeezing his ass hard and sliding down his thigh to pull him closer, pulling both legs around Gerard, and his head so deliciously close to Frank's crotch that the only possible effect is for him to be turned-on by it. So giving in to the moment, Frank reaches down and runs a hand across Gerard's face, dipping his fingers into his mouth as he does so to let him know he'll be doing that later, and grabs his hair, pulling Gerard's head against his growing erection and throwing his head back as he moves his hips into the motion. It's kind of fitting for Gerard to be 'singing', "Yeah," repeately as Frank does it.
And then enough's enough, and Frank retreats with the biggest boner he's ever achieved on-stage.
They all give up their instruments and Gerard's mic, tell each other it was a great show, and hug the shit out of each other on the way to the bus. Gerard manages to give Frank's ass another quick squeeze on the way, biting his lip and trying to keep the grin from his face. "We're gonna go mingle for a while," Gerard tells everyone, dragging Frank quickly away from their bus, so they can hide behind it for a second.
"What are you doing?" Frank asks as Gerard presses him up against the back end of the bus. Gerard thinks it's pretty obvious as he flips the buckle of Frank's jeans, and shoves his hand inside with a smirk before getting on his knees. "Fuck, Gee this isn't-"
"It's where you wanted me, isn't it? On my knees for you..." He's got Frank half hard as he fits his mouth over the head of his cock, grabbing Frank's hands and thrusting them into his hair.
Frank pulls hard for a second, pushing himself further past Gerard's lips, jeans around his thighs. A loud voice from nearby brings him back to his senses, and he draws his hips back quickly, easing Gerard's head away from him. "Jesus, are you trying to get us caught? Anyone could walk by here," he whispers harshly, fixing his jeans back to something a little more inconspicuous as Gerard stands.
"Just a warm-up," he shrugs, "c'mon," he takes Frank's hand and leads him to the other bus next to them. Punching in a code, the door opens easily and Gerard steps in, looking around before realizing Frank hasn't followed. "Get in," he motions with both hands, and Frank cautiously boards, closing the door behind him hard, listening for the click of the automatic lock.
"You sure there's nobody here?" he asks nervously, checking all the bunks, the bathroom and back lounge.
"You think the techs will be sitting around in here, rather than out trying to get laid?" Gerard says like nothing else would make sense, and starts untying his boots, giving up halfway through and just concentrating on getting his black pants pushed down far enough. "We don't have all day though," he says, standing and kind of waddling over to Frank to pull him closer, "so you gotta be quick."
Frank laughs, "You're serious?" But Gerard undoes the work Frank did to get himself decent again, and makes his intentions clear by taking the hand cream from the bathroom and smearing over Frank's cock, as Frank strokes himself slowly in anticipation.
"So fucking serious." Gerard takes Frank's dry hand, sucking a couple of fingers into his mouth and coating them with his saliva as Frank goes along with it, pushing them across Gerard's tongue and over his teeth as he bites his lip at the sight.
Then he sweeps the tour schedule from the table and bends himself over it. There's only so far apart he can get his feet, but Frank works with it well enough, slipping two coated fingers inside Gerard and leaning over him to nip at his ear. "We gotta get away for this more often," Frank breathes into his ear, inwardly groaning at the feeling of Gerard's muscles squeezing around his fingers as he works them quickly in and out.
Hearing Gerard grunt out a desperate breath, Frank removes his fingers and replaces them with his dick before Gerard can notice their loss. "Ah-a little warning next time?"
"You wanted quick," Frank says, easing himself forward until his hips meet Gerard's skin, his voice coming out low and teasing, "so I'm gonna fuck you quick."
"Hard," Gerard looks back briefly to say, "don't forget hard, too." Frank lets his mouth fall open for a second, and gets a hold firm hold of Gerard's hips to pull him back onto his cock after shifting out a bit, and Gerard tries to hold himself up just slightly.
Frank's thrusts keep pushing his face dangerously close to slamming into the table though, so he just relaxes and lets his cheek slide against it, knowing it'll be pretty red and sore afterwards, but unable to bring himself to care as Frank fucks him good and hard, sometimes leaning back, and sometimes leaning over Gerard to slam further, deeper into him.
"Love to fuck you like this," Frank pants, and Gerard manages to grin crookedly and open on the surface below him, his hot breath smearing and then disappearing with every breath he takes. He knows Frank has always been dirtier, kinkier, filthier than himself, but he's also learned there are a couple of different sides to his arousal.
There are times when them being together is so much more than sex. It's intimate and slow and loving, and they'll look longingly at each other, gasp into each other's mouths to share every single emotion and sound, absorb absolutely everything there is to be absorbed. And they'll chuckle quietly to themselves afterwards at how corny they've been, but still follow it with a slow kiss and 'I love you's.
Other times, times like now, Gerard knows just how hot Frank is for him by the words that come out of his mouth. The way their kisses are almost angry, desperate, hungry and needy, no matter who's fucking who. It's as if Frank has to tell Gerard how much he wants him, how much he loves it and just has to have him, like something primal takes over and Frank can't help the words coming out of his mouth.
A few moans slip past Gerard's lips. He loves how thick Frank feels inside him, dragging and stretching and filling him right to the brim of what he can take, and he pushes back as Frank surges forward, right over him, deep and unyielding in his pace.
"Your sweet fucking ass," Frank starts again, jagged and hoarse, "can't get enough of you." Gerard bends his neck awkwardly around to catch Frank's mouth with his own, feeling a fresh pulse of blood and heat rush to his groin. "Want me to touch you, don't you?" Frank asks, a bite to Gerard's jaw as he reaches one hand down to fist it around Gerard's erection. He half laughs, half groans as he says, "gonna make you come all over the floor."
Gerard can't help the whimper that escapes him. He could wait forever for Frank's hand around him, would make himself wait for Frank to give that release even though he's desperate for it, throbbing and shaking under Frank's body. "Yesss," Gerard hisses, "so close, don't stop."
Frank takes the hand from Gerard's hip and relocates it to his shoulder, digging his short nails into the soft skin as his body tenses, "Always come so motherfucking hard for you, even when I'm alone," Frank finishes with a whisper, and the extra twist and swipe of his hand on Gerard makes him come, jerky and uncontrollably covering Frank's fingers with cum as he pushes out one harsh breath after another.
"Yeah, fuck yeah," Frank says, rubbing his sweaty forehead on Gerard's clothed back as he stops moving for merely a second to enjoy Gerard's tightness around him as he comes down from his orgasm, before releasing Gerard's cock and sliding his hand up the table to Gerard's mouth, "please," he asks, too close to give a shit what he says. "Taste yourself, taste what I get when I suck you off."
Gerard complies lazily, slipping his tongue out to lick at Frank's fingers. He doesn't get much, which is just fine by him, because the taste of his own cum isn't something he ever found all that appealing, but it sets Frank off instantly, and his hand is jerked away by Frank's need to clutch at Gerard's skin and the table, to steady himself as he snaps his hips, hard and twitching. "Gonna fill you with so much fucking cum, fuck you're so hot, fuck," he growls out, pushing the last of himself into Gerard and slipping out of him with a gentle squeeze to Gerard's side.
Gerard turns over slowly, a hand resting on his own chest as his breathing evens out. He grins sloppily at Frank, who's leaning with one hand against the wall and wiping himself clean with a dish rag. "I can't believe you couldn't wait until later," he laughs kindly, chucking the rag to Gerard before trying to help him up.
"As if you could've waited any more than me," Gerard accuses with narrowed eyes, hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Frank shrugs it off, getting Gerard's pants looking respectable again for him, and pulling him close to kiss him.
"I think this is my favorite tour so far," Frank says, pushing his nose against Gerard's cheek, and their fingers together at their sides.
CHAPTER: 3/?
PAIRING: Gerard/Frank, Gerard/Lindsey, Frank/Jamia.
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Gerard gets pushed too far in an interview, and it leads to things he thought were forgotten.
DISCLAIMER: Not real, never happened
part one
part two
"So," Gerard starts, trying to think of something to break the silence even though he has to whisper, "did you have 'so much phone sex with Jamia'?"
Frank looks at him, says, "No, apparantly she was busy," and tries to bury his face in Gerard's shoulder, an arm around his waist. "You smell like her."
"Um, sorry? You want me to shower or something?"
"No. I kinda like that you smell like her, but you're here with me," Frank turns, pushed up against Gerard and slinging a leg over him. He takes a firm hold of Gerard's chin and licks along his jaw, right up to behind his ear.
Gerard has to suppress a small giggle at the tickling feeling of Frank's overnight facial fluff. "I knew you were into some kinky shit, Frank, but I'd never guess smelling like someone else would be a turn-on for you."
When Gerard looks at him, Frank's face is all screwed up and he's sticking out his tongue. "Actually, I forgot how Goddamn awful perfume tastes. It's all over your neck. Yuck!"
"I bought that for her, it's not that gross. That shit cost a fortune."
"You should try licking your neck then, it's pretty gross as far as my tongue's concerned."
"Don't be bitchy just 'cause you didn't get laid," Gerard says, but it's with amusement, and he playfully digs Frank in the ribs with a smirk.
"Like you did, you mean? Don't try that one on me, I heard all about it when you told Cortez; you and Lindsey went out to a restaurant, had dinner, left, and blah blah blah, now you're here." Frank looks pretty smug with himself.
"Whatever," is Gerard's only comback, "just kiss me before everyone wakes up."
.............
It's risky, the whole thing. Because not only do Lindsey and Jamia not know, the rest of the band don't either, which is why Gerard's sort of glad that Mikey's not back yet because he'd probably figure it out in ten seconds flat. And as much as they're brothers and best friends, Mikey gets on with the girls really well, and would have a hard time not saying anything, even just to Alicia, who would of course go running straight to them. Not that he can't understand that. So it's absolutely essential that they keep it secret for as long as they can.
West Palm beach. Another show, another round of guys getting half naked on Gerard's say-so, and another round of teasing and flirting. It's definitely progressing somewhat, to the point where when Frank sees Gerard on the floor during Give 'em hell kid, the song Gerard recited lines to him from back in their hotel room, Frank can't resist fucking with him just a little. So he strides over, shoving one leg around Gerard's shoulder, expecting the singer to laugh it off and get out from his clutches.
But that doesn't happen at all. Gerard keeps singing and Frank keeps playing when the hand sneaks through his legs, squeezing his ass hard and sliding down his thigh to pull him closer, pulling both legs around Gerard, and his head so deliciously close to Frank's crotch that the only possible effect is for him to be turned-on by it. So giving in to the moment, Frank reaches down and runs a hand across Gerard's face, dipping his fingers into his mouth as he does so to let him know he'll be doing that later, and grabs his hair, pulling Gerard's head against his growing erection and throwing his head back as he moves his hips into the motion. It's kind of fitting for Gerard to be 'singing', "Yeah," repeately as Frank does it.
And then enough's enough, and Frank retreats with the biggest boner he's ever achieved on-stage.
They all give up their instruments and Gerard's mic, tell each other it was a great show, and hug the shit out of each other on the way to the bus. Gerard manages to give Frank's ass another quick squeeze on the way, biting his lip and trying to keep the grin from his face. "We're gonna go mingle for a while," Gerard tells everyone, dragging Frank quickly away from their bus, so they can hide behind it for a second.
"What are you doing?" Frank asks as Gerard presses him up against the back end of the bus. Gerard thinks it's pretty obvious as he flips the buckle of Frank's jeans, and shoves his hand inside with a smirk before getting on his knees. "Fuck, Gee this isn't-"
"It's where you wanted me, isn't it? On my knees for you..." He's got Frank half hard as he fits his mouth over the head of his cock, grabbing Frank's hands and thrusting them into his hair.
Frank pulls hard for a second, pushing himself further past Gerard's lips, jeans around his thighs. A loud voice from nearby brings him back to his senses, and he draws his hips back quickly, easing Gerard's head away from him. "Jesus, are you trying to get us caught? Anyone could walk by here," he whispers harshly, fixing his jeans back to something a little more inconspicuous as Gerard stands.
"Just a warm-up," he shrugs, "c'mon," he takes Frank's hand and leads him to the other bus next to them. Punching in a code, the door opens easily and Gerard steps in, looking around before realizing Frank hasn't followed. "Get in," he motions with both hands, and Frank cautiously boards, closing the door behind him hard, listening for the click of the automatic lock.
"You sure there's nobody here?" he asks nervously, checking all the bunks, the bathroom and back lounge.
"You think the techs will be sitting around in here, rather than out trying to get laid?" Gerard says like nothing else would make sense, and starts untying his boots, giving up halfway through and just concentrating on getting his black pants pushed down far enough. "We don't have all day though," he says, standing and kind of waddling over to Frank to pull him closer, "so you gotta be quick."
Frank laughs, "You're serious?" But Gerard undoes the work Frank did to get himself decent again, and makes his intentions clear by taking the hand cream from the bathroom and smearing over Frank's cock, as Frank strokes himself slowly in anticipation.
"So fucking serious." Gerard takes Frank's dry hand, sucking a couple of fingers into his mouth and coating them with his saliva as Frank goes along with it, pushing them across Gerard's tongue and over his teeth as he bites his lip at the sight.
Then he sweeps the tour schedule from the table and bends himself over it. There's only so far apart he can get his feet, but Frank works with it well enough, slipping two coated fingers inside Gerard and leaning over him to nip at his ear. "We gotta get away for this more often," Frank breathes into his ear, inwardly groaning at the feeling of Gerard's muscles squeezing around his fingers as he works them quickly in and out.
Hearing Gerard grunt out a desperate breath, Frank removes his fingers and replaces them with his dick before Gerard can notice their loss. "Ah-a little warning next time?"
"You wanted quick," Frank says, easing himself forward until his hips meet Gerard's skin, his voice coming out low and teasing, "so I'm gonna fuck you quick."
"Hard," Gerard looks back briefly to say, "don't forget hard, too." Frank lets his mouth fall open for a second, and gets a hold firm hold of Gerard's hips to pull him back onto his cock after shifting out a bit, and Gerard tries to hold himself up just slightly.
Frank's thrusts keep pushing his face dangerously close to slamming into the table though, so he just relaxes and lets his cheek slide against it, knowing it'll be pretty red and sore afterwards, but unable to bring himself to care as Frank fucks him good and hard, sometimes leaning back, and sometimes leaning over Gerard to slam further, deeper into him.
"Love to fuck you like this," Frank pants, and Gerard manages to grin crookedly and open on the surface below him, his hot breath smearing and then disappearing with every breath he takes. He knows Frank has always been dirtier, kinkier, filthier than himself, but he's also learned there are a couple of different sides to his arousal.
There are times when them being together is so much more than sex. It's intimate and slow and loving, and they'll look longingly at each other, gasp into each other's mouths to share every single emotion and sound, absorb absolutely everything there is to be absorbed. And they'll chuckle quietly to themselves afterwards at how corny they've been, but still follow it with a slow kiss and 'I love you's.
Other times, times like now, Gerard knows just how hot Frank is for him by the words that come out of his mouth. The way their kisses are almost angry, desperate, hungry and needy, no matter who's fucking who. It's as if Frank has to tell Gerard how much he wants him, how much he loves it and just has to have him, like something primal takes over and Frank can't help the words coming out of his mouth.
A few moans slip past Gerard's lips. He loves how thick Frank feels inside him, dragging and stretching and filling him right to the brim of what he can take, and he pushes back as Frank surges forward, right over him, deep and unyielding in his pace.
"Your sweet fucking ass," Frank starts again, jagged and hoarse, "can't get enough of you." Gerard bends his neck awkwardly around to catch Frank's mouth with his own, feeling a fresh pulse of blood and heat rush to his groin. "Want me to touch you, don't you?" Frank asks, a bite to Gerard's jaw as he reaches one hand down to fist it around Gerard's erection. He half laughs, half groans as he says, "gonna make you come all over the floor."
Gerard can't help the whimper that escapes him. He could wait forever for Frank's hand around him, would make himself wait for Frank to give that release even though he's desperate for it, throbbing and shaking under Frank's body. "Yesss," Gerard hisses, "so close, don't stop."
Frank takes the hand from Gerard's hip and relocates it to his shoulder, digging his short nails into the soft skin as his body tenses, "Always come so motherfucking hard for you, even when I'm alone," Frank finishes with a whisper, and the extra twist and swipe of his hand on Gerard makes him come, jerky and uncontrollably covering Frank's fingers with cum as he pushes out one harsh breath after another.
"Yeah, fuck yeah," Frank says, rubbing his sweaty forehead on Gerard's clothed back as he stops moving for merely a second to enjoy Gerard's tightness around him as he comes down from his orgasm, before releasing Gerard's cock and sliding his hand up the table to Gerard's mouth, "please," he asks, too close to give a shit what he says. "Taste yourself, taste what I get when I suck you off."
Gerard complies lazily, slipping his tongue out to lick at Frank's fingers. He doesn't get much, which is just fine by him, because the taste of his own cum isn't something he ever found all that appealing, but it sets Frank off instantly, and his hand is jerked away by Frank's need to clutch at Gerard's skin and the table, to steady himself as he snaps his hips, hard and twitching. "Gonna fill you with so much fucking cum, fuck you're so hot, fuck," he growls out, pushing the last of himself into Gerard and slipping out of him with a gentle squeeze to Gerard's side.
Gerard turns over slowly, a hand resting on his own chest as his breathing evens out. He grins sloppily at Frank, who's leaning with one hand against the wall and wiping himself clean with a dish rag. "I can't believe you couldn't wait until later," he laughs kindly, chucking the rag to Gerard before trying to help him up.
"As if you could've waited any more than me," Gerard accuses with narrowed eyes, hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Frank shrugs it off, getting Gerard's pants looking respectable again for him, and pulling him close to kiss him.
"I think this is my favorite tour so far," Frank says, pushing his nose against Gerard's cheek, and their fingers together at their sides.