Not in the Job Description
Title: Not in the Job Description
Author: fastbetty31
Pairing: Frank/Worm
Rating: NC-17/PWP
POV: 3rd
Summary: When you're horny any hole will do.
Disclaimer: So not real.
A short Frank/Worm picspam before we begin.
"Come on, Worm. It'll be the last time, I swear," Frank begs as he stands behind Worm, pushing his hips forward. Worm's leaning over the counter, either resting or teasing, Frank doesn't care. When you're horny, any hole will do, or at least that's Frank's motto. Worm's ass is conveniently positioned and that's all Frank can focus on as his cock is rock hard and yearning for a release.
"That's what you said last time, Frankie," Worm tries to be the voice of reason but after so many years of being in service for the band he well knows, there's no stopping Frank when he gets a notion.
"Well I mean it this time, I swear."
"You swore last time too," Worm turns to look at Frank resulting in him grazing his ass against Frank's cock, maybe purposefully, maybe not. Worm has yet to decide that, even after all these years.
Frank feels Worm push back against him, so his hands instinctively grab a hold of the thick hips before him. He pushes himself forward again, on the balls of his feet, grinding his cock and hips into Worm's ass.
"Just pull your pants down, please Worm? I fucking need to get off," Frank leans against the bigger man, resting the side of his face against Worm's lower back and reaching his hands up, cupping Worm's large man-tits in his hands and squeezing them tightly.
"Fuuuuck," Frank whispers, "I need it so bad. Don't make me jack off, please Worm."
"This isn't in my job description," Worm says lightly as he starts to undo his belt, then slides his pants just over his ass holding them there for the time being.
"I know it isn't," Frank says as he leans down, his two hands grasping the both sides of Worm's ass, he runs his face over the hairy, white cheeks then continues, "Just do it because we're friends, not because you work for us, because you love and care about me. You don't want me to have to jack off do you?" Frank doesn't wait for an answer as he opens his mouth and starts to noisily kiss-suck and nip on both of Worm's ass cheeks.
"You're lucky we're friends, then," Worm says smugly, trying to control the hitching in his breath as Frank bites him harder, "Here," Worm hands him a bottle of lube over his shoulder, "Be gentle, Frank. Last time I couldn't fucking sit for two days."
"You know you like it," Frank retorts as he simultaneously grabs the bottle and opens his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He pops the cap and pours the lube onto his hand, coating his fingers. He wastes no time quickly pushing two of them inside Worm's ass.
"Fuck you're so tight, relax for me, I wanna get my dick in here," Frank wiggles his fingers, "like now."
"I am, shit," Worm can't help pushing back onto Frank's fingers, so he doesn't even try, "add another, I'm ready."
"I knew I'd turn you into a dirty cock-slut. Say it Worm, say - I'm a dirty cock-slut."
"You're a dirty cock-slut - just hurry the fuck up already, jeez Frank."
Frank tries to corrupt Worm further but as always, fails. He leans back as far as he can, pushing his three fingers fast and deep.
"You're no fun," Frank pouts as he removes his fingers and lubes his cock. He takes care to not jack himself off too much, the smell of Worm's ass is enough to send him over the edge.
"Here," Frank hands the bottle of lube back over Worm's shoulder. After all these years, all these times, the two know what the other wants, and Frank knows Worm wants the lube back so he can slick himself and jack off. Worm has his pride but he's also not stupid, he's not going to deny the feeling of his prostate being stimulated.
"Take your leg out of your pants and spread them as wide as you can, I swear you get fucking taller every time," Frank backs up giving Worm the room he needs. Unable to stop touching him he runs his hands over Worm's large ass, resisting the urge to spread Worm wide open and suck a little on his asshole. Worm might give up his ass every so often, but Frank knows sticking his tongue in there might be going too far.
"No, you just get fucking shorter," Worm strains as he bends over taking his foot out of his pants. He does what Frank wants, spreading his legs wide, making himself shorter, his ass more accessible, his balls swinging from his effort.
"You can always stand on some books, Gerard has some..." Worm's cut off when he feels Frank push his cock inside himself.
"I figured that would shut you up, smart-ass."
And Frank knows just where to aim. On his tip-toes, downward, he pushes off his palms that are flat on the small of Worm's back. Jerking and circling his hips he works his cock in and out, pulling back slowly, teasing himself. Ramming back inside, his cock just large enough that the tip pushes against Worm's prostate, giving him the pressure he needs to feel it through his whole body.
And Frank knows he's doing it right when Worm fumbles to get some lube poured into his hand. When he throws the bottle on the counter in front of him, his body heating up, perspiring already. Frank sees Worm's head drop, his forehead resting on one of his arms, the other reaching down in front of himself. And as Frank watches from behind, his hands still flat on Worm's back, his little hips snapping back and forth, the balls of his feet burning, he watches Worm's arm fast at work, jacking himself off. Frank can only smirk.
"You like that, don't you?" Frank asks, quickly pushing his cock back inside, as deep as he can.
"Hit it harder, Frankie," Worm breathes out, not interested in playing anymore. Frank barely hears it. Worm sticks his ass out farther, higher in the air, eager for Frank to get all that he can inside him.
Frank grabs onto Worm's shoulders, his legs together, the tips of his shoes digging into the carpet as he drapes himself over Worm's back, he rests his head there, Worm's tight ass milking him. He feels it rising, feels it approaching, he's about to cum and his moaning is the key. His thighs burn, his fingers indenting the skin on Worm's shoulders as he pulls himself closer, pulls himself deeper.
"Here it comes, I'm gonna fucking cum," he warns, the side of his face still against Worm's back, his mouth hanging open, spit leaking onto Worm's shirt.
"Hit it harder! Fuck, Frank," Worm speeds his hand up, his fist tightening around himself as he pulls his skin back and forth, Frank punishing his prostate. With each hit of Frank's cock tip the ripples of pleasure disperse throughout him returning to his throbbing cock. He only needs a few more, just a few, and Frank gives them to him. He squints his eyes and holds his breath as his balls tighten up, his ass clenching around Frank's cock in gratitude as he unloads onto the floor under them.
"Oh fuck yeah, man... Fuck. Yeeeeaaaah," Frank couldn't hold back even if he tried. Worm's spasming ass, tightening then loosening around him is all it ever takes. He rides out his orgasm, knowing Worm's coating his own cock with his own cum and riding his out too. His hands go from Worm's shoulders to around his chest, his legs, like always, wrap around the side of Worm's and he latches himself on, his hips still rolling, his cock still buried deep. He stops his hips and lies there, Worm too resting his weight against the counter.
"Don't you fucking fall asleep, like you did last time," Worm says, wiggling his back, trying to get Frank off, but not really.
"Oh, pleeeease? It's so comfortable back here," Frank says groggily, as if he was just woken up.
"OFF!" Worm makes no attempt to really get him off as he leans down and grabs his pants, putting his one pant leg back on.
Frank giggles as he holds Worm tighter, making sure he doesn't fall off. He pulls his soft cock out of Worm's ass and climbs higher on his back, allowing Worm to pull his pants up over his ass. Frank kicks his shoes off and his pants that were pooled at his ankles fall off. He holds Worm around his neck, snuggling his face there.
"Bed, or couch?"
"Bed."
Worm walks Frank, hunched over, to his bunk, opens his curtain for him and turns around letting Frank climb off and crawl in. He turns and tucks Frank in then draws the curtain back closed.
"THANK YOU!" Frank yells using the last of his strength.
Worm snickers, "You're welcome, you little fucker."