Exciting Things and Ficlet
So first off....*flaily hands* My Honda Civic Tour tickets came in the mail today!!! It was so exciting. I did a little dance in my dorm room and since my concert-going-partner is not here right now, sent her a message on AIM that involved a lot of caps lock and exclamation points. Then I checked the confirmation E-mail for about the thousandth time to make sure it was still in my Inbox.
Also, yesterday I spent hours talking to
monanoche about various bandom-related things, including recasting RENT with band boys. Why do you keep trying to get me to write these things? The thing is....I probably actually will. Bad influence!
But so, so much fun.
The other result of that conversation is approximately 3000 words of fic written for her. Apparently I broke her heart with a fic, so this is my way of making it up to her. It's pretty much just Lyn-Z/Gerard/Frank/Jamia smut. Yup. Plot? Nope. Just smut.
The Meaning of Respect
“I’m going to stop kissing Frank onstage,” Gerard told Lyn-Z earnestly the day after they started dating.
She looked at him askance as she laced up her boots. “Um,” she said, “Why?”
Raising his head proudly, Gerard replied, “Because now that I’m with you, I can’t be making out with other people.”
“You really don’t have to worry about it. I don’t mind,” she told him, smoothing her tiny skirt.
“No,” he said, sounding long-suffering, “It’s the Right Thing To Do.”
“What about the oppressive heteronormative standards of society?” she asked.
With wide eyes, Gerard replied, “Lyn, I respect you.”
Lyn-Z sighed.
Two days later, Gerard’s phone rang, and his caller ID told him that it was Jamia. “Hi,” he said brightly, “This is Gerard. Did you file both Frank and I under Frerardissexy in your phone again and forget which number was which?”
“Hey, I know, and no,” Jamia replied, “I meant to call you, dork. What’s up?”
“Oh. Cool. Nothing, really.” Gerard braced the phone between his ear and his shoulder and bent a little closer to the mirror to put on his eyeliner. From across the dressing room, Frank glanced up and wandered over, holding out his hand until Gerard surrendered the eyeliner.
“Can I mess around with it a little bit tonight?” Frank asked sitting on Gerard’s thighs, and Gerard nodded.
“Is that Frank?” Jamia asked, and Gerard nodded before realizing she couldn’t see him.
“Yeah,” he replied, “He’s in my lap playing with me.” To Frank he added, “Jamia says hi.” Frank waved before uncapping the eyeliner.
“He says hi back,” Gerard said into the phone.
“Oh, hey, speaking of Frank,” Jamia started, “I was talking to Lyn-Z earlier, and she said you and Frank weren’t gonna do your gay shit anymore. I told her she must’ve misunderstood the situation.”
“No,” Gerard said gravely, “That’s over now. You’re been a saint to put up with this for so long, but it’s over now. I respect Lyn-Z, and I respect you, Jamia.”
There was a brief silence, and then Jamia said in a slightly choked voice, “Wait, you’re serious?”
“Yes,” he replied, “Those days are over. You don’t have to worry.”
“Gerard, sweetie? Let me talk to Frankie, okay?” Jamia finally said.
“Okay,” he told her, “it was nice talking to you.” Then he surrendered the phone to Frank.
When Frank hung up, he announced, “Hey, Jamia’s coming to visit!”
When Jamia got there a few days later, they barely had time to all say hello before being swept onstage for a show. After, as Gerard brushed sweaty hair out of his face, he asked Frank, “So, where’s Jamia at?”
He shrugged. “She said she was probably going to hang out with Lyn-Z and watch us tomorrow,” he replied, and Gerard nodded. It made sense.
As he headed back to the hotel they were staying at, blessedly within short walking distance from the venue, he dug his keycard out of his wallet and was about to slide it into the door when he stopped and pressed an ear against the wood. Then he backpedalled so fast that he slammed into the elevator doors behind him.
The doors opened, and Frank caught Gerard as he flapped his arms uselessly. “Frank!” he hissed, grabbing Frank’s bicep tightly, “I think our girlfriends are…you know…”
“Fucking?” Frank supplied helpfully, and Gerard made inarticulate noises.
“Okay,” Frank told him, “Let’s go see what’s going on.”
When Gerard pushed open the door a few inches, they could both see quite clearly what was going on. Lyn-Z was sitting up against the headboard of the huge bed, knees bent and legs parted, wearing black knee-high stockings, her plaid skirt, and a red tie that was loose around her neck. Her head was thrown back, exposing her pale throat to Jamia.
Jamia was straddling Lyn-Z’s hips, one hand disappearing between their bodies to somewhere that Gerard couldn’t see (but was made obvious by how Lyn-Z was giving tiny moans and squirming from time to time), and the other splayed over one of Lyn’s shoulders. She was wearing a black corset top with lace at the top, and matching lace underwear, and was kissing down along Lyn-Z’s throat. As Gerard and Frank watched, her mouth passed Lyn’s collarbone and made its way on down until she got to Lyn’s breasts, and then she paused to suck hard at her nipple.
As Lyn-Z’s back arched and she groaned more loudly, Gerard snapped out of his trance. “What are you doing?” he asked, voice slightly higher than was normal, even for him.
Both women’s heads snapped around, and they broke into twin, identical smiles. “Hey baby!” Jamia said, slipping off Lyn-Z’s lap with an apologetic look and throwing herself at Frank, who caught her up in a hard kiss. When they finally broke free, she said reproachfully, “Took you boys long enough.”
“What?” Gerard squeaked, again, looking from Lyn-Z to Jamia and Frank, and then back again, “What…what?” He flapped his hands at them and ignored the fact that he was possibly getting hard.
Jamia pulled away from Frank and turned to Gerard, putting one hand on either side of his face. “Gerard, sweetie,” she said, “You’re kind of an idiot.”
Jaw dropping, Gerard looked over her shoulder to where his girlfriend was nodding and smirking. He wanted to ask what? again, but felt it might be a bit overused by now, so instead he stared at Jamia. She heaved a sigh, and said in an overly patient voice, “Gerard, we want you and Frank to keep doing your boytouching and making out onstage.”
“And offstage,” Lyn-Z chimed in from the bed.
“But-” Gerard started, and was cut off by Jamia backing him up into Frank, who was now leaning against the wall. Her chest pressed against his, and one thigh slipped between his legs. Behind him, he could feel Frank’s cock straining against his jeans, and he forgot what he was saying.
“Gerard,” Jamia said again, “are you ready to stop being stupid?”
“Say yes,” Frank breathed against his neck, running a hand down Gerard’s side and cupping his hand over where Gerard was definitely hard now.
That did it, and Gerard moaned. “Yes, yes, okay,” he said, and before the words were even fully out of his mouth, Jamia had leaned forward to nip roughly at his throat, and Frank was fumbling with the bottom of his shirt.
“Fucking tightass clothes,” he heard Frank mumbling behind him, and then he was turned around and Frank was gripping him by the hair, tonguing him until neither of them could breathe.
Somehow Gerard’s shirt wound up on the floor, Frank breaking away long enough to yank it over his head before he spun them both, pushed Gerard up against the wall, and started humping his leg, Jesus Christ. Gerard moaned, loudly, and it took him several minutes before he even remembered that anyone else was in the room.
Somehow he managed to push Frank back enough to look for Lyn and Jamia, and found that Jamia had gotten back to the bed and pushed Lyn’s skirt up around her waist. As she lazily slid two fingers in and out of her, both women were watching Frank and Gerard with heavy-lidded eyes and partially-open mouths.
“Fucking hell,” Lyn muttered, “I’d forgotten how hot that was.” Jamia nodded her agreement and sped up her fingers slightly. As Lyn’s breath hitched, she crooked her index finger at Frank and Gerard. “Well?” she asked.
Both of them stumbled obediently towards the bed, Frank almost tripping as he yanked his shirt off, and hopping a little as he stripped his pants and boxers together. He clambered onto the bed, and without stopping her fingers, Jamia turned and kissed him again. Slightly more reserved, Gerard stopped at the side of the bed to watch them.
A minute later, Frank had turned around again. Impatiently he reached for Gerard, fumbling with his belt buckle at the same time that he tried to yank him closer and say, “Well? What are you waiting for, come on, I’m going to suck you off.”
At that, Gerard thought he was going to fall over, and put his hands on Frank’s (very bare, very gorgeous) shoulders to steady himself. Frank tilted his head up and caught Gerard’s mouth again, and Jamia sat up on her knees behind them and wrapped herself around Frank, pulling him over backwards so both boys toppled onto the bed.
After that, it was only the work of a few seconds before Gerard was completely naked as well, and Jamia had been stripped of her lingerie. Lyn-Z shifted impatiently as she watched them, fingering herself slowly and occasionally saying, “Come on.”
Finally, Frank pushing at him, Gerard lay back on the bedspread next to Lyn, who rolled sideways to straddle his chest and say, “Hey there.” Then she leaned down to kiss him, hard and dirty, before slipping back off and saying to Jamia, who was jacking Frank, “Since I tour with them, you watch this time and I’ll blow you.”
Jamia moaned ascent, spreading her legs and nestling herself into the pillows, while Frank moved towards Gerard. He and Lyn crossed paths and stopped to kiss briefly, and Gerard’s mouth dried. He grabbed at the covers, trying to steady his breathing, and then Frank was right in front of him with wickedly bright eyes and a slick mouth. He took Lyn-Z’s place, sitting on top of Gerard and grinding his hips down, bracketing Gerard’s head with his arms and growling, “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this forever. Fuck my mouth. Do it. God, I want your fingers in my hair, and-”
Gerard was forced to clamp a hand over Frank’s mouth, because if he didn’t shut up, Gerard was going to come right the fuck now, and that would ruin the whole plan. Which he was really looking forward to.
Laughing, Frank licked his hand, slowly, poking his tongue in between Gerard’s fingers and sucking two of them into his mouth. When he pulled off, it was with a fantastically wet pop, and both Gerard and Jamia moaned. Lyn-Z cut her eyes over from where she was pressing hot kisses to Jamia’s stomach and then slipped down a little further, kissing over round hips and then lapping lightly at her clit.
Quickly Gerard looked up at the ceiling again, and fuck, he just knew he was going to embarrass himself.
He decided he really didn’t care when Frank scooted down between his legs and bent his head so that his hair brushed Gerard’s stomach, and took him into his mouth all at once, hand wrapping firmly around whatever he couldn’t take. Unable to muffle his groan, Gerard flattened his hands onto the mattress and clenched his muscles to keep himself from thrusting. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on remembering to breathe.
A torturous eternity later, a hand gripped his shoulder, nails raking across his skin, and he opened one eye to see Jamia inches away. “He really does like to have his hair pulled,” she rasped, and Gerard thought about how Frank would pant and rock into him onstage if he grabbed at his hair. “And from what he’s said, he can take it if you thrust.”
That was it, and Gerard roughly wrapped Frank’s hair around his fingers, tugging, and Frank moaned around Gerard’s cock wantonly. He sucked harder, swirling his tongue, and Gerard’s hips came fully off the bed as he said, “Fra-ank-k,” his voice breaking on the word. Though he tried to pull Frank’s head away, Frank stubbornly kept his mouth firmly where it was, and then Gerard was coming and Frank was just taking it, swallowing around him like he’d never wanted anything more.
“Oh fuck,” Gerard muttered, shaking, as Frank finally pulled off, licking his lips. His hair was completely destroyed, a chunk of it falling over one eye, and the rest standing up in the back. He looked like sex given life, particularly when he crawled up Gerard’s body and braced himself on hands and knees, leaning in to kiss Gerard and nip at his lower lip.
Beside them, Jamia was moaning obscenely, and when Gerard and Frank looked over, her head was tilted back and one arm was tossed up behind her while Lyn-Z enthusiastically sucked at her clit and pushed three fingers inside of her. As they watched, she quivered all over, and Frank breathed, “She’s close,” before leaning sideways to kiss Jamia and roll both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Jamia’s breathing hitched, and she said around Frank’s mouth, “You taste like-” before her words dissolved into a drawn out groan and all her muscles clenched.
Gerard was still trying to breathe and not think about her being able to taste him in Frank’s mouth, because fucking Christ, when Lyn sat back up, smirking over at Gerard. As she climbed into his lap, she rubbed herself against his thigh, and he could feel just how wet she was. Then she bent to kiss him, his mouth filling with a sharp, familiar taste, and his dick twitched slightly even though he’d just come.
Lyn fit comfortably in his arms, and he was content just to hold her and watch as Frank rubbed up against Jamia, kissing and touching her. Then Lyn-Z flicked his arm, and he looked up in surprise. “What?” he asked.
“Forgetting something?” she asked, looking significantly down at herself and then back at him.
“Oh!” he said, face flushing. It had been years since he’d forgotten to get someone off (when he was sober, anyway), although he supposed the circumstances were slightly altered now. “Let me just…”
Starting to reach his hand between her thighs, she stopped him. “Wait,” she said, “Can you get hard again? I want you to fuck me.”
Considering that she had pulled him over sideways and wrapped her legs around his waist, rolling her hips the whole time, Gerard was already thinking it was a distinct possibility when she added, “And Frank’s going to fuck you at the same time.”
Yep. Gerard would definitely be able to get hard for that in another minute or so.
In the meantime, Jamia peeled herself away from Frank, who rolled over and slipped his arms around Gerard from behind, and knelt next to the bed before triumphantly grabbing two condoms and lube. “I’m always prepared,” she told Gerard as she handed him one.
“For Frank and me to have gay sex during a foursome?” he asked.
She gave him a look, and then shrugged. “Obviously it pays to hope,” she pointed out.
Frank nudged his hips against Gerard’s ass and asked, “Ready yet?” As he spoke he reached around between Gerard and Lyn-Z to grope Gerard’s cock. “Yep,” he announced to the room at large, and Gerard could hear him grinning, even if he couldn’t see it.
The bed dipped slightly, and Gerard imagined Jamia had climbed back on, but didn’t think too hard about it, because a cold finger was suddenly pressed against his ass. It suddenly hit him that Frank was going to fuck him, and before he could decide whether or not that terrified him, the finger was pushing inside, spreading him, and Gerard realized that the obscenely loud moans filling the room were coming from him.
His hands tightened on Lyn-Z’s hips, and Lyn rolled the condom on. He could hear another wrapper being torn open behind him, and then he forgot again as Frank added a second, then a third finger.
Then everything happened at once. Lyn pulled his hips towards her, lining him up, and Frank withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock. As if they were coordinating it, Lyn-Z pulled him forward to thrust into her at the same time that Frank pushed in, and Gerard thought his head was going to explode with sensations. It was all tight hot wet burn full filling too much so good, and he had to grip Lyn-Z’s hand to ground himself.
Over his shoulder, Frank was panting hot into his ear, and in front of him, Lyn was whispering, “You’re okay, oh my god, Gerard, you’re fine, this is…” He couldn’t figure out if he wanted to rock forward or back, so he let the others control his movements, shivers washing over him in waves as he drove into Lyn-Z and Frank buried himself completely in Gerard’s ass.
He could hear Frank and Jamia kissing, and then Frank was muttering, “Fuck, I’m going to come,” so Gerard twisted his head enough to tell him, “In me, stay in me.”
He could see Frank’s profile, and the way his eyes rolled back slightly, and then his thrusts were erratic, and then Gerard could feel him come. He thrust harder into Lyn-Z in response, and her hands dug into his arms harder, and she started to chant, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” and that was it. He came, hard enough that he thought he was going to black out, and when he opened his eyes again (he didn’t even remember closing them), Frank’s face was pressed into his shoulder, and Lyn-Z was kissing his cheek as she rolled off his condom.
“Fuck,” someone said, and it took Gerard’s sluggishly-moving brain a second to realize that was Jamia, “That was fucking amazing.”
“Mmgh,” he replied, burying his face in Lyn-Z’s warm neck, “Yeah.”
Lyn laughed, shaking all four of them slightly, and Jamia said, “I told you that you were an idiot, Gerard.”
Gerard could definitely admit that that was the case as Frank pressed lazy kisses into his back, and Lyn’s breasts brushed his chest, and one of Jamia’s arms draped across all of them. “Maybe,” he admitted, “Yeah.”
“Next time you should listen to Lyn-Z and me. We’re smart girls,” she said, sounding as tired as Gerard felt. Frank murmured agreement, and Lyn smiled against Gerard’s face.
“Yes,” Gerard agreed, because he and Frankie’s girlfriends? Fucking geniuses.
Also, yesterday I spent hours talking to
monanoche about various bandom-related things, including recasting RENT with band boys. Why do you keep trying to get me to write these things? The thing is....I probably actually will. Bad influence!
But so, so much fun.
The other result of that conversation is approximately 3000 words of fic written for her. Apparently I broke her heart with a fic, so this is my way of making it up to her. It's pretty much just Lyn-Z/Gerard/Frank/Jamia smut. Yup. Plot? Nope. Just smut.
The Meaning of Respect
“I’m going to stop kissing Frank onstage,” Gerard told Lyn-Z earnestly the day after they started dating.
She looked at him askance as she laced up her boots. “Um,” she said, “Why?”
Raising his head proudly, Gerard replied, “Because now that I’m with you, I can’t be making out with other people.”
“You really don’t have to worry about it. I don’t mind,” she told him, smoothing her tiny skirt.
“No,” he said, sounding long-suffering, “It’s the Right Thing To Do.”
“What about the oppressive heteronormative standards of society?” she asked.
With wide eyes, Gerard replied, “Lyn, I respect you.”
Lyn-Z sighed.
Two days later, Gerard’s phone rang, and his caller ID told him that it was Jamia. “Hi,” he said brightly, “This is Gerard. Did you file both Frank and I under Frerardissexy in your phone again and forget which number was which?”
“Hey, I know, and no,” Jamia replied, “I meant to call you, dork. What’s up?”
“Oh. Cool. Nothing, really.” Gerard braced the phone between his ear and his shoulder and bent a little closer to the mirror to put on his eyeliner. From across the dressing room, Frank glanced up and wandered over, holding out his hand until Gerard surrendered the eyeliner.
“Can I mess around with it a little bit tonight?” Frank asked sitting on Gerard’s thighs, and Gerard nodded.
“Is that Frank?” Jamia asked, and Gerard nodded before realizing she couldn’t see him.
“Yeah,” he replied, “He’s in my lap playing with me.” To Frank he added, “Jamia says hi.” Frank waved before uncapping the eyeliner.
“He says hi back,” Gerard said into the phone.
“Oh, hey, speaking of Frank,” Jamia started, “I was talking to Lyn-Z earlier, and she said you and Frank weren’t gonna do your gay shit anymore. I told her she must’ve misunderstood the situation.”
“No,” Gerard said gravely, “That’s over now. You’re been a saint to put up with this for so long, but it’s over now. I respect Lyn-Z, and I respect you, Jamia.”
There was a brief silence, and then Jamia said in a slightly choked voice, “Wait, you’re serious?”
“Yes,” he replied, “Those days are over. You don’t have to worry.”
“Gerard, sweetie? Let me talk to Frankie, okay?” Jamia finally said.
“Okay,” he told her, “it was nice talking to you.” Then he surrendered the phone to Frank.
When Frank hung up, he announced, “Hey, Jamia’s coming to visit!”
When Jamia got there a few days later, they barely had time to all say hello before being swept onstage for a show. After, as Gerard brushed sweaty hair out of his face, he asked Frank, “So, where’s Jamia at?”
He shrugged. “She said she was probably going to hang out with Lyn-Z and watch us tomorrow,” he replied, and Gerard nodded. It made sense.
As he headed back to the hotel they were staying at, blessedly within short walking distance from the venue, he dug his keycard out of his wallet and was about to slide it into the door when he stopped and pressed an ear against the wood. Then he backpedalled so fast that he slammed into the elevator doors behind him.
The doors opened, and Frank caught Gerard as he flapped his arms uselessly. “Frank!” he hissed, grabbing Frank’s bicep tightly, “I think our girlfriends are…you know…”
“Fucking?” Frank supplied helpfully, and Gerard made inarticulate noises.
“Okay,” Frank told him, “Let’s go see what’s going on.”
When Gerard pushed open the door a few inches, they could both see quite clearly what was going on. Lyn-Z was sitting up against the headboard of the huge bed, knees bent and legs parted, wearing black knee-high stockings, her plaid skirt, and a red tie that was loose around her neck. Her head was thrown back, exposing her pale throat to Jamia.
Jamia was straddling Lyn-Z’s hips, one hand disappearing between their bodies to somewhere that Gerard couldn’t see (but was made obvious by how Lyn-Z was giving tiny moans and squirming from time to time), and the other splayed over one of Lyn’s shoulders. She was wearing a black corset top with lace at the top, and matching lace underwear, and was kissing down along Lyn-Z’s throat. As Gerard and Frank watched, her mouth passed Lyn’s collarbone and made its way on down until she got to Lyn’s breasts, and then she paused to suck hard at her nipple.
As Lyn-Z’s back arched and she groaned more loudly, Gerard snapped out of his trance. “What are you doing?” he asked, voice slightly higher than was normal, even for him.
Both women’s heads snapped around, and they broke into twin, identical smiles. “Hey baby!” Jamia said, slipping off Lyn-Z’s lap with an apologetic look and throwing herself at Frank, who caught her up in a hard kiss. When they finally broke free, she said reproachfully, “Took you boys long enough.”
“What?” Gerard squeaked, again, looking from Lyn-Z to Jamia and Frank, and then back again, “What…what?” He flapped his hands at them and ignored the fact that he was possibly getting hard.
Jamia pulled away from Frank and turned to Gerard, putting one hand on either side of his face. “Gerard, sweetie,” she said, “You’re kind of an idiot.”
Jaw dropping, Gerard looked over her shoulder to where his girlfriend was nodding and smirking. He wanted to ask what? again, but felt it might be a bit overused by now, so instead he stared at Jamia. She heaved a sigh, and said in an overly patient voice, “Gerard, we want you and Frank to keep doing your boytouching and making out onstage.”
“And offstage,” Lyn-Z chimed in from the bed.
“But-” Gerard started, and was cut off by Jamia backing him up into Frank, who was now leaning against the wall. Her chest pressed against his, and one thigh slipped between his legs. Behind him, he could feel Frank’s cock straining against his jeans, and he forgot what he was saying.
“Gerard,” Jamia said again, “are you ready to stop being stupid?”
“Say yes,” Frank breathed against his neck, running a hand down Gerard’s side and cupping his hand over where Gerard was definitely hard now.
That did it, and Gerard moaned. “Yes, yes, okay,” he said, and before the words were even fully out of his mouth, Jamia had leaned forward to nip roughly at his throat, and Frank was fumbling with the bottom of his shirt.
“Fucking tightass clothes,” he heard Frank mumbling behind him, and then he was turned around and Frank was gripping him by the hair, tonguing him until neither of them could breathe.
Somehow Gerard’s shirt wound up on the floor, Frank breaking away long enough to yank it over his head before he spun them both, pushed Gerard up against the wall, and started humping his leg, Jesus Christ. Gerard moaned, loudly, and it took him several minutes before he even remembered that anyone else was in the room.
Somehow he managed to push Frank back enough to look for Lyn and Jamia, and found that Jamia had gotten back to the bed and pushed Lyn’s skirt up around her waist. As she lazily slid two fingers in and out of her, both women were watching Frank and Gerard with heavy-lidded eyes and partially-open mouths.
“Fucking hell,” Lyn muttered, “I’d forgotten how hot that was.” Jamia nodded her agreement and sped up her fingers slightly. As Lyn’s breath hitched, she crooked her index finger at Frank and Gerard. “Well?” she asked.
Both of them stumbled obediently towards the bed, Frank almost tripping as he yanked his shirt off, and hopping a little as he stripped his pants and boxers together. He clambered onto the bed, and without stopping her fingers, Jamia turned and kissed him again. Slightly more reserved, Gerard stopped at the side of the bed to watch them.
A minute later, Frank had turned around again. Impatiently he reached for Gerard, fumbling with his belt buckle at the same time that he tried to yank him closer and say, “Well? What are you waiting for, come on, I’m going to suck you off.”
At that, Gerard thought he was going to fall over, and put his hands on Frank’s (very bare, very gorgeous) shoulders to steady himself. Frank tilted his head up and caught Gerard’s mouth again, and Jamia sat up on her knees behind them and wrapped herself around Frank, pulling him over backwards so both boys toppled onto the bed.
After that, it was only the work of a few seconds before Gerard was completely naked as well, and Jamia had been stripped of her lingerie. Lyn-Z shifted impatiently as she watched them, fingering herself slowly and occasionally saying, “Come on.”
Finally, Frank pushing at him, Gerard lay back on the bedspread next to Lyn, who rolled sideways to straddle his chest and say, “Hey there.” Then she leaned down to kiss him, hard and dirty, before slipping back off and saying to Jamia, who was jacking Frank, “Since I tour with them, you watch this time and I’ll blow you.”
Jamia moaned ascent, spreading her legs and nestling herself into the pillows, while Frank moved towards Gerard. He and Lyn crossed paths and stopped to kiss briefly, and Gerard’s mouth dried. He grabbed at the covers, trying to steady his breathing, and then Frank was right in front of him with wickedly bright eyes and a slick mouth. He took Lyn-Z’s place, sitting on top of Gerard and grinding his hips down, bracketing Gerard’s head with his arms and growling, “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this forever. Fuck my mouth. Do it. God, I want your fingers in my hair, and-”
Gerard was forced to clamp a hand over Frank’s mouth, because if he didn’t shut up, Gerard was going to come right the fuck now, and that would ruin the whole plan. Which he was really looking forward to.
Laughing, Frank licked his hand, slowly, poking his tongue in between Gerard’s fingers and sucking two of them into his mouth. When he pulled off, it was with a fantastically wet pop, and both Gerard and Jamia moaned. Lyn-Z cut her eyes over from where she was pressing hot kisses to Jamia’s stomach and then slipped down a little further, kissing over round hips and then lapping lightly at her clit.
Quickly Gerard looked up at the ceiling again, and fuck, he just knew he was going to embarrass himself.
He decided he really didn’t care when Frank scooted down between his legs and bent his head so that his hair brushed Gerard’s stomach, and took him into his mouth all at once, hand wrapping firmly around whatever he couldn’t take. Unable to muffle his groan, Gerard flattened his hands onto the mattress and clenched his muscles to keep himself from thrusting. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on remembering to breathe.
A torturous eternity later, a hand gripped his shoulder, nails raking across his skin, and he opened one eye to see Jamia inches away. “He really does like to have his hair pulled,” she rasped, and Gerard thought about how Frank would pant and rock into him onstage if he grabbed at his hair. “And from what he’s said, he can take it if you thrust.”
That was it, and Gerard roughly wrapped Frank’s hair around his fingers, tugging, and Frank moaned around Gerard’s cock wantonly. He sucked harder, swirling his tongue, and Gerard’s hips came fully off the bed as he said, “Fra-ank-k,” his voice breaking on the word. Though he tried to pull Frank’s head away, Frank stubbornly kept his mouth firmly where it was, and then Gerard was coming and Frank was just taking it, swallowing around him like he’d never wanted anything more.
“Oh fuck,” Gerard muttered, shaking, as Frank finally pulled off, licking his lips. His hair was completely destroyed, a chunk of it falling over one eye, and the rest standing up in the back. He looked like sex given life, particularly when he crawled up Gerard’s body and braced himself on hands and knees, leaning in to kiss Gerard and nip at his lower lip.
Beside them, Jamia was moaning obscenely, and when Gerard and Frank looked over, her head was tilted back and one arm was tossed up behind her while Lyn-Z enthusiastically sucked at her clit and pushed three fingers inside of her. As they watched, she quivered all over, and Frank breathed, “She’s close,” before leaning sideways to kiss Jamia and roll both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Jamia’s breathing hitched, and she said around Frank’s mouth, “You taste like-” before her words dissolved into a drawn out groan and all her muscles clenched.
Gerard was still trying to breathe and not think about her being able to taste him in Frank’s mouth, because fucking Christ, when Lyn sat back up, smirking over at Gerard. As she climbed into his lap, she rubbed herself against his thigh, and he could feel just how wet she was. Then she bent to kiss him, his mouth filling with a sharp, familiar taste, and his dick twitched slightly even though he’d just come.
Lyn fit comfortably in his arms, and he was content just to hold her and watch as Frank rubbed up against Jamia, kissing and touching her. Then Lyn-Z flicked his arm, and he looked up in surprise. “What?” he asked.
“Forgetting something?” she asked, looking significantly down at herself and then back at him.
“Oh!” he said, face flushing. It had been years since he’d forgotten to get someone off (when he was sober, anyway), although he supposed the circumstances were slightly altered now. “Let me just…”
Starting to reach his hand between her thighs, she stopped him. “Wait,” she said, “Can you get hard again? I want you to fuck me.”
Considering that she had pulled him over sideways and wrapped her legs around his waist, rolling her hips the whole time, Gerard was already thinking it was a distinct possibility when she added, “And Frank’s going to fuck you at the same time.”
Yep. Gerard would definitely be able to get hard for that in another minute or so.
In the meantime, Jamia peeled herself away from Frank, who rolled over and slipped his arms around Gerard from behind, and knelt next to the bed before triumphantly grabbing two condoms and lube. “I’m always prepared,” she told Gerard as she handed him one.
“For Frank and me to have gay sex during a foursome?” he asked.
She gave him a look, and then shrugged. “Obviously it pays to hope,” she pointed out.
Frank nudged his hips against Gerard’s ass and asked, “Ready yet?” As he spoke he reached around between Gerard and Lyn-Z to grope Gerard’s cock. “Yep,” he announced to the room at large, and Gerard could hear him grinning, even if he couldn’t see it.
The bed dipped slightly, and Gerard imagined Jamia had climbed back on, but didn’t think too hard about it, because a cold finger was suddenly pressed against his ass. It suddenly hit him that Frank was going to fuck him, and before he could decide whether or not that terrified him, the finger was pushing inside, spreading him, and Gerard realized that the obscenely loud moans filling the room were coming from him.
His hands tightened on Lyn-Z’s hips, and Lyn rolled the condom on. He could hear another wrapper being torn open behind him, and then he forgot again as Frank added a second, then a third finger.
Then everything happened at once. Lyn pulled his hips towards her, lining him up, and Frank withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock. As if they were coordinating it, Lyn-Z pulled him forward to thrust into her at the same time that Frank pushed in, and Gerard thought his head was going to explode with sensations. It was all tight hot wet burn full filling too much so good, and he had to grip Lyn-Z’s hand to ground himself.
Over his shoulder, Frank was panting hot into his ear, and in front of him, Lyn was whispering, “You’re okay, oh my god, Gerard, you’re fine, this is…” He couldn’t figure out if he wanted to rock forward or back, so he let the others control his movements, shivers washing over him in waves as he drove into Lyn-Z and Frank buried himself completely in Gerard’s ass.
He could hear Frank and Jamia kissing, and then Frank was muttering, “Fuck, I’m going to come,” so Gerard twisted his head enough to tell him, “In me, stay in me.”
He could see Frank’s profile, and the way his eyes rolled back slightly, and then his thrusts were erratic, and then Gerard could feel him come. He thrust harder into Lyn-Z in response, and her hands dug into his arms harder, and she started to chant, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” and that was it. He came, hard enough that he thought he was going to black out, and when he opened his eyes again (he didn’t even remember closing them), Frank’s face was pressed into his shoulder, and Lyn-Z was kissing his cheek as she rolled off his condom.
“Fuck,” someone said, and it took Gerard’s sluggishly-moving brain a second to realize that was Jamia, “That was fucking amazing.”
“Mmgh,” he replied, burying his face in Lyn-Z’s warm neck, “Yeah.”
Lyn laughed, shaking all four of them slightly, and Jamia said, “I told you that you were an idiot, Gerard.”
Gerard could definitely admit that that was the case as Frank pressed lazy kisses into his back, and Lyn’s breasts brushed his chest, and one of Jamia’s arms draped across all of them. “Maybe,” he admitted, “Yeah.”
“Next time you should listen to Lyn-Z and me. We’re smart girls,” she said, sounding as tired as Gerard felt. Frank murmured agreement, and Lyn smiled against Gerard’s face.
“Yes,” Gerard agreed, because he and Frankie’s girlfriends? Fucking geniuses.