fic: there's no 'i' in gangbang
True story: I wrote this story just in order to be able to use this title. Oh, Overheard in New York, sometimes you are great.
Also, I remain unconvinced it's possible to write Ray POV on anything without having it turn out completely sappy.
&hearts to lordessrenegade and impertinence.
There's No 'I' In Gangbang
by Pearl-o
NC-17. MCR GSF. ~2000 words.
"Yeah," said Frank. "I mean -- it's our band, you know?"
*****
The first time it happened was totally unexpected -- which kind of goes without saying, Ray guesses. People don't exactly plan group sex like that. At least, not the type of people Ray's ever met.
It was him, and Gerard, and Mikey, sitting around Gerard's dirty dark basement. They'd been working on songs earlier, but Otter had left hours ago for a date or something, and the three of them had abandoned the pretense of working, devoting their attention more to the fridge full of beer.
Ray's a giggly drunk, he always has been. It turned out the more he drank, the funnier Mikey's weird stories became, even the ones without any punchlines. Maybe especially those ones. He had just told a long and meandering story about this time he accidentally stuck a cat in the oven, and Ray was laughing so hard he fell off of Gerard's bed. He lay there, laughing and gasping for breath for a couple seconds, and then he looked back up to the other guys.
Gerard and Mikey were kissing. Not a peck on the cheek, or a quick brotherly smooch. They were kissing. Mikey's hands were in Gerard's hair, and Gerard's hands were spanned out wide on Mikey's thigh.
"Um," Ray said. "Guys?"
Their mouths made a wet popping sound as they pulled apart. They both turned their heads to look at him. Ray couldn't read Mikey's expression. Gerard's eyes were wide and earnest, and he smiled like he had forgotten Ray was even there.
"Hi, Ray."
"Hi," Ray said. He furrowed his brow.
Mikey held out his hand. "Come here," he said quietly, and Ray reached up and let him pull him onto the bed with the two of them.
It happened again, later, when all three of them were wasted. And then again after that. They didn't have to talk about it to know none of them wanted to tell Otter. He would have made it ... weird, somehow. And dirty.
Because as it was, it wasn't either. It was just the three of them, together. Gerard had a theory it was actually making them a better band. They knew each other better this way, they were closer than ever. All Ray knew was that he loved this band, these guys, so much it almost hurt.
Then Frank joined the band.
"I thought you liked Frank," Mikey said one day, bumping Ray with his shoulder.
Ray made a face. "I do. I do! Frank's a great guy. It's just..."
Mikey nodded slowly. "Yeah." He paused for a while, staring off into space, which could have meant he was thinking really hard about something, or just that he had gotten distracted.
The day they finished recording the album, Ray slept on the floor at the Ways' and woke up in the middle of the night, groggy and confused. His back was aching, so he stood up and walked in the dark over to Gerard's bed and climbed in beside him.
"Scoot over, Gee," he muttered, elbowing the mass next to him, and Frank's voice said "Ooof."
Ray went still for a moment. "You're not Gerard."
"Neither are you," Frank said, in a sleepy, cranky voice.
"Where is he?"
"I think he's in Mikey's bed. Or maybe the couch. I don't know."
"Oh," said Ray. He let himself lie down all the way on the bed, and pulled the covers halfway over himself. Frank curled back into him a little, which was probably a reflex, but he felt really warm and comforting. Ray turned onto his side, his front to Frank's back, and Frank let out a barely audible sigh.
"Gerard told me about the orgies," Frank said.
"Oh," Ray said again. He moved his hand, wrapping his arm around Frank, and Frank pressed back against his shoulder. "And that's ... okay?"
"Yeah," said Frank. "I mean -- it's our band, you know?"
"Yeah," said Ray.
After that, it was the four of them every time.
*****
"Mikey slept with Schechter," Gerard said. He rested his head on Frank's shoulder, his mouth curving into a pout.
"Mikey sleeps with everybody," Frank said, patting Gerard's hair.
"Wait, Schechter wants-to-be-our-manager Schechter?" Ray said.
Mikey was sitting in his lap, all his limbs wrapped tight around Ray's middle. He bit Ray's shoulder lightly through his t-shirt and said, "He's good people. I like him. I think we should give him a chance."
"You would say that," Gerard said, sounding a little snotty.
"Don't be an asshole," Mikey said calmly.
Ray leaned forward as far as he could while carrying Mikey's weight and kissed Gerard's mouth.
"Don't be an asshole," Ray repeated. It sounded pretty unconvincing coming out of his mouth, and Frank burst into giggles.
Gerard smiled faintly.
"Yeah, Gerard, don't be an asshole," Frank said, and he stuck out his fingers to tickle Gerard's ribs. Gerard flailed wildly as he laughed.
"Okay, okay, okay, uncle," he said, finally, and Frank climbed on top of him and bent his head to kiss him. Mikey adjusted himself on Ray's lap, his ass against Ray's groin, and brought Ray's hand down to his own dick while they watched.
*****
Nobody was getting laid on Warped. It was the last thing any of them were thinking of, really. There was no time to worry about your dick when everything was falling apart; no way for the four of them to come together when they were barely making it by themselves.
Ray and Brian were the ones to go and kick out Otter. Ray didn't go home afterwards. He drove around for a while, first, all alone, and then he gave in and went to find the rest of the band.
Gerard was asleep for once, curled up into a tiny ball on the bed. Frank and Mikey were both sitting, leaning against each other on the other side of the room, looking exhausted.
They looked up at him when he came in. "How did it go?" Frank said quietly.
Ray shrugged. "I don't want to talk about it."
Frank opened his mouth to say something else, but Mikey pinched his arm and he shut up.
"You guys can get some sleep if you want," Ray said. He sat down hard on the foot of the bed Gerard was using. "I'll watch over him for a while. I don't mind."
He bent his legs, resting his head on his knees as he watched Gerard's sleeping form. He looked gray and sickly and his hair was greasy.
It was all uphill from here, Ray thought.
******
Bob had an odd look on his face the last day of the shoot, and Ray didn't understand why until after they finished, that night, when Bob looked at him and asked, "Doesn't it make things weird?"
"What?"
Bob shrugged. "The four of you. It doesn't fuck things up?"
Ray could feel his face flushing, hot and embarrassed. He wasn't sure what to say, but he finally managed a strained, "No. It -- no. It works for us."
Bob didn't argue with him or anything. He just nodded once, his expression thoughtful, and said "Okay" and let the subject drop.
It was Frank, though, who insisted on Bob, even when the rest of them were still uncertain. "He's part of the band now," he said stubbornly.
"Matt was part of the band, too," Ray said.
"Yeah, and look how good that turned out," Frank snapped back, and Ray shut his mouth, pressing his lip tightly together. "He already knows, anyway."
"I don't know," Mikey said slowly.
Gerard raised his head, took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes. "I think we should do it," he said. It was the first thing he had contributed to the conversation.
Ray and Mikey and Frank all exchanged a look, and it was decided.
*****
Ray was leaning back against the headboard, his legs spread out wide. Gerard fit perfectly between them, lying on his back with his head resting against Ray's belly. There were pillows propped up under his hips, and Bob's hands were on his hips, holding his ass steady in the air so he could thrust into him hard and steady every time.
Ray couldn't see Mikey and Frank well from this angle, but he could hear Frank's heavy whisper on the other side of the bed, the dirty talk that always spilt from Frank's mouth when he was getting blown. How pretty Mikey was, how good his mouth felt, how amazing he was, how much Frank wanted him.
If Ray'd had a hand free he would have reached out, clutched out for some of Mikey's hair or a piece of Frank's skin, connecting them all through touch.
But one of Ray's hands was stroking Gerard's hair, gentle and soothing, and the other was holding his hand where Gerard had thrown it back, reaching around for him blindly. Gerard was squeezing him so tightly it almost hurt, and he was moaning, too, loud and helpless like every time Bob moved it was just too much for him to take.
"You didn't tell me how much he liked getting fucked," Bob said, pressing the words out with visible effort between his harsh breaths.
"He likes it a lot," Ray said, nodding. "He's gonna come from it, I can tell. And then you can fuck him through it. And when you're done, I'll fuck him, too, until he gets hard again."
"Jesus," Bob said, shutting his eyes tight.
"Ray," Gerard said with a whimper. Ray raised their joined hand up and kissed Gerard's knuckles.
"It's okay, Gee," he said. "We've got you."
"Tell him what happens when Gerard's hard again," Frank said. His voice was higher than normal.
Ray turned his head long enough to see Mikey pull off of Frank's cock. He stroked it with one hand while he said, "Everybody knows what happens then."
"Tell him anyway," Gerard said, and Ray could feel how hard he was shaking, how he was holding back.
"He's going to come as soon as you say it, Mikey."
Mikey grinned. "That's when Gee's going to fuck me," he said, and he leaned forward to lick Frank's dick again.
Gerard came, whimpering again as he spilled over his belly.
Bob bent his head forward, grunting with effort and concentrating as he jerked his hips harshly up into Gerard's body.
"You next, Ray," Gerard said, squeezing his hand hard again. Ray smiled down at him, Gerard's beautiful upside-down face, flushed and tired.
"I can wait," Ray said. "There's lots of time."
There was all the time in the world for the five of them.
Also, I remain unconvinced it's possible to write Ray POV on anything without having it turn out completely sappy.
&hearts to lordessrenegade and impertinence.
There's No 'I' In Gangbang
by Pearl-o
NC-17. MCR GSF. ~2000 words.
"Yeah," said Frank. "I mean -- it's our band, you know?"
*****
The first time it happened was totally unexpected -- which kind of goes without saying, Ray guesses. People don't exactly plan group sex like that. At least, not the type of people Ray's ever met.
It was him, and Gerard, and Mikey, sitting around Gerard's dirty dark basement. They'd been working on songs earlier, but Otter had left hours ago for a date or something, and the three of them had abandoned the pretense of working, devoting their attention more to the fridge full of beer.
Ray's a giggly drunk, he always has been. It turned out the more he drank, the funnier Mikey's weird stories became, even the ones without any punchlines. Maybe especially those ones. He had just told a long and meandering story about this time he accidentally stuck a cat in the oven, and Ray was laughing so hard he fell off of Gerard's bed. He lay there, laughing and gasping for breath for a couple seconds, and then he looked back up to the other guys.
Gerard and Mikey were kissing. Not a peck on the cheek, or a quick brotherly smooch. They were kissing. Mikey's hands were in Gerard's hair, and Gerard's hands were spanned out wide on Mikey's thigh.
"Um," Ray said. "Guys?"
Their mouths made a wet popping sound as they pulled apart. They both turned their heads to look at him. Ray couldn't read Mikey's expression. Gerard's eyes were wide and earnest, and he smiled like he had forgotten Ray was even there.
"Hi, Ray."
"Hi," Ray said. He furrowed his brow.
Mikey held out his hand. "Come here," he said quietly, and Ray reached up and let him pull him onto the bed with the two of them.
It happened again, later, when all three of them were wasted. And then again after that. They didn't have to talk about it to know none of them wanted to tell Otter. He would have made it ... weird, somehow. And dirty.
Because as it was, it wasn't either. It was just the three of them, together. Gerard had a theory it was actually making them a better band. They knew each other better this way, they were closer than ever. All Ray knew was that he loved this band, these guys, so much it almost hurt.
Then Frank joined the band.
"I thought you liked Frank," Mikey said one day, bumping Ray with his shoulder.
Ray made a face. "I do. I do! Frank's a great guy. It's just..."
Mikey nodded slowly. "Yeah." He paused for a while, staring off into space, which could have meant he was thinking really hard about something, or just that he had gotten distracted.
The day they finished recording the album, Ray slept on the floor at the Ways' and woke up in the middle of the night, groggy and confused. His back was aching, so he stood up and walked in the dark over to Gerard's bed and climbed in beside him.
"Scoot over, Gee," he muttered, elbowing the mass next to him, and Frank's voice said "Ooof."
Ray went still for a moment. "You're not Gerard."
"Neither are you," Frank said, in a sleepy, cranky voice.
"Where is he?"
"I think he's in Mikey's bed. Or maybe the couch. I don't know."
"Oh," said Ray. He let himself lie down all the way on the bed, and pulled the covers halfway over himself. Frank curled back into him a little, which was probably a reflex, but he felt really warm and comforting. Ray turned onto his side, his front to Frank's back, and Frank let out a barely audible sigh.
"Gerard told me about the orgies," Frank said.
"Oh," Ray said again. He moved his hand, wrapping his arm around Frank, and Frank pressed back against his shoulder. "And that's ... okay?"
"Yeah," said Frank. "I mean -- it's our band, you know?"
"Yeah," said Ray.
After that, it was the four of them every time.
*****
"Mikey slept with Schechter," Gerard said. He rested his head on Frank's shoulder, his mouth curving into a pout.
"Mikey sleeps with everybody," Frank said, patting Gerard's hair.
"Wait, Schechter wants-to-be-our-manager Schechter?" Ray said.
Mikey was sitting in his lap, all his limbs wrapped tight around Ray's middle. He bit Ray's shoulder lightly through his t-shirt and said, "He's good people. I like him. I think we should give him a chance."
"You would say that," Gerard said, sounding a little snotty.
"Don't be an asshole," Mikey said calmly.
Ray leaned forward as far as he could while carrying Mikey's weight and kissed Gerard's mouth.
"Don't be an asshole," Ray repeated. It sounded pretty unconvincing coming out of his mouth, and Frank burst into giggles.
Gerard smiled faintly.
"Yeah, Gerard, don't be an asshole," Frank said, and he stuck out his fingers to tickle Gerard's ribs. Gerard flailed wildly as he laughed.
"Okay, okay, okay, uncle," he said, finally, and Frank climbed on top of him and bent his head to kiss him. Mikey adjusted himself on Ray's lap, his ass against Ray's groin, and brought Ray's hand down to his own dick while they watched.
*****
Nobody was getting laid on Warped. It was the last thing any of them were thinking of, really. There was no time to worry about your dick when everything was falling apart; no way for the four of them to come together when they were barely making it by themselves.
Ray and Brian were the ones to go and kick out Otter. Ray didn't go home afterwards. He drove around for a while, first, all alone, and then he gave in and went to find the rest of the band.
Gerard was asleep for once, curled up into a tiny ball on the bed. Frank and Mikey were both sitting, leaning against each other on the other side of the room, looking exhausted.
They looked up at him when he came in. "How did it go?" Frank said quietly.
Ray shrugged. "I don't want to talk about it."
Frank opened his mouth to say something else, but Mikey pinched his arm and he shut up.
"You guys can get some sleep if you want," Ray said. He sat down hard on the foot of the bed Gerard was using. "I'll watch over him for a while. I don't mind."
He bent his legs, resting his head on his knees as he watched Gerard's sleeping form. He looked gray and sickly and his hair was greasy.
It was all uphill from here, Ray thought.
******
Bob had an odd look on his face the last day of the shoot, and Ray didn't understand why until after they finished, that night, when Bob looked at him and asked, "Doesn't it make things weird?"
"What?"
Bob shrugged. "The four of you. It doesn't fuck things up?"
Ray could feel his face flushing, hot and embarrassed. He wasn't sure what to say, but he finally managed a strained, "No. It -- no. It works for us."
Bob didn't argue with him or anything. He just nodded once, his expression thoughtful, and said "Okay" and let the subject drop.
It was Frank, though, who insisted on Bob, even when the rest of them were still uncertain. "He's part of the band now," he said stubbornly.
"Matt was part of the band, too," Ray said.
"Yeah, and look how good that turned out," Frank snapped back, and Ray shut his mouth, pressing his lip tightly together. "He already knows, anyway."
"I don't know," Mikey said slowly.
Gerard raised his head, took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes. "I think we should do it," he said. It was the first thing he had contributed to the conversation.
Ray and Mikey and Frank all exchanged a look, and it was decided.
*****
Ray was leaning back against the headboard, his legs spread out wide. Gerard fit perfectly between them, lying on his back with his head resting against Ray's belly. There were pillows propped up under his hips, and Bob's hands were on his hips, holding his ass steady in the air so he could thrust into him hard and steady every time.
Ray couldn't see Mikey and Frank well from this angle, but he could hear Frank's heavy whisper on the other side of the bed, the dirty talk that always spilt from Frank's mouth when he was getting blown. How pretty Mikey was, how good his mouth felt, how amazing he was, how much Frank wanted him.
If Ray'd had a hand free he would have reached out, clutched out for some of Mikey's hair or a piece of Frank's skin, connecting them all through touch.
But one of Ray's hands was stroking Gerard's hair, gentle and soothing, and the other was holding his hand where Gerard had thrown it back, reaching around for him blindly. Gerard was squeezing him so tightly it almost hurt, and he was moaning, too, loud and helpless like every time Bob moved it was just too much for him to take.
"You didn't tell me how much he liked getting fucked," Bob said, pressing the words out with visible effort between his harsh breaths.
"He likes it a lot," Ray said, nodding. "He's gonna come from it, I can tell. And then you can fuck him through it. And when you're done, I'll fuck him, too, until he gets hard again."
"Jesus," Bob said, shutting his eyes tight.
"Ray," Gerard said with a whimper. Ray raised their joined hand up and kissed Gerard's knuckles.
"It's okay, Gee," he said. "We've got you."
"Tell him what happens when Gerard's hard again," Frank said. His voice was higher than normal.
Ray turned his head long enough to see Mikey pull off of Frank's cock. He stroked it with one hand while he said, "Everybody knows what happens then."
"Tell him anyway," Gerard said, and Ray could feel how hard he was shaking, how he was holding back.
"He's going to come as soon as you say it, Mikey."
Mikey grinned. "That's when Gee's going to fuck me," he said, and he leaned forward to lick Frank's dick again.
Gerard came, whimpering again as he spilled over his belly.
Bob bent his head forward, grunting with effort and concentrating as he jerked his hips harshly up into Gerard's body.
"You next, Ray," Gerard said, squeezing his hand hard again. Ray smiled down at him, Gerard's beautiful upside-down face, flushed and tired.
"I can wait," Ray said. "There's lots of time."
There was all the time in the world for the five of them.