Sorry about my face.
I totally should have used that MST3K quote for my pic spam...
Anyways, to apologize for my angst last night, here's some smut.
Title: Happy Birthday Jamia
Author: Gayle Ferris
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Frank/Jamia, Gerard/Frank/Jamia
Warnings: Gay sex, straight sex, voyeurism, masturbation, mild femme-domme roleplay (but barely)
Summary: Frank said he'd do anything for Jamia's birthday. Mainly slash, but there is some *gasp* straight sex at the end.
Disclaimer: I totally own Frank, Jamia, and Gerard in terrible kinky ways... kidding. They own themselves, each other, etc etc and I'm not making any money with them.
“Frank, why was there a cryptic-ass note left on my- oh, hi Jamia.”
Gerard was still standing in the doorway of Frank’s hotel room, looking from the seated figure of Jamia on the bed down to the piece of torn notebook paper in his hand. When he’d pulled said note off of he and Mikey’s door and read the message, he’d assumed the “come to my room - ALONE” part had meant that Frank had something to talk to Gerard about in private. But apparently Jamia was going to be involved too. Maybe it was because it was her birthday and Frank didn’t want her to feel shut out, or maybe it was because Frank didn’t want to keep any secrets from the love of his life. Either way, Gerard suppressed his brief pang of jealousy with an understanding that Frank was just a really decent guy.
“Hey Gee, Frank’s just getting some ice. He’ll be back in a minute. Come on in.”
Jamia patted the bed and offered Gerard a welcoming smile. She was sweet and no one in the band could help but like her. Plopping down beside her, the two struck up an idle conversation about how Jamia’s final art history exams had gone until Frank returned. He shuffled in with a worn cloth bathrobe over his t-shirt and flannel sleep pants, putting the ice bucket down on the table by the door.
“Oh, Gee, you made it.” Though it sounded casual enough, Gerard could hear a note of tension in his voice.
“Yeah, I got your note… what’s goin’ on, Frankie?”
Jamia giggled none too subtly beside them, bouncing up from the bed and heading towards the bathroom. “I’ll just let you two boys talk for a while.”
Gerard blinked after her, his confusion growing. Clearly it didn’t seem to be something too dire, but still Frank seemed worried. What the flying fuck was going on?
Frank sat down next to Gerard. “I bet about now you’re wondering what the flying fuck is going on.”
Gerard nodded. “That’s about right on the fucking nose, actually.”
Frank sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Well, uh… see, I kind of need your help with something…” There was a long, awkward pause as Frank’s eyes fell to his lap. Gerard wondered whether or not Jamia even knew about what Frank wanted to talk about.
“Sure, man. Look, whatever you need, you know I’m here for you.”
Frank looked up and locked eyes with Gerard. “Anything?”
“Yes, of course. Anything.”
Frank swallowed nervously. “Do you understand exactly what ‘anything’ means?”
Gerard nodded. “I’m pretty sure it means anything.”
“Yeah, I guess it does.” Laughing to himself, Frank pushed himself up to his feet and began pacing back and forth in front of Gerard.
“Frank, what is it? Is it something to do with Jamia?”
“You could put it that way.” He ran a hand over his hair and took a deep breath in. “See, uh, for her birthday I told her I’d do anything for her. Anything at all. Because see I figured that we’re into the same sort of things so she wouldn’t go asking for anything freaky, like goat sex or necrophilia or something like that.”
Suddenly Gerard started feeling very uncomfortable. “But, uh, you were wrong?”
Frank turned to look at Gerard again. “No… no, I was right. She didn’t choose anything I wasn’t into.”
There was another long pause before Gerard realized there was something else passing between them beside Frank’s stare. “… Wait, what?”
“There’s no pressure or anything! I mean, I’d understand if you don’t want to. This has got to be as awkward for you as it is for me, so trust me - I get it.”
“Wait, Frankie, you’re trying to tell me she…uh, what did she ask for?”
“For you two to get it on while I watched, of course!” Jamia’s voice startled them both as she reemerged from the bathroom dressed surprisingly in a faux black corset with black panties, a garter belt and stockings. Gerard could almost hear Frank’s jaw hit the floor as he turned around to look her up and down.
Gerard cleared his throat nervously. “You want to watch Frank and I…”
“Have sex. You’ve got it!” She smiled again, that wide innocent smile that now looked so out of place with her current attire. Gerard felt guilty at the surge of attraction he felt, turning his sights back to Frank. Unfortunately, that did little to help things in the end. He swallowed hard, blinking over at Frank, unsure of what to say next.
Frank, for his part, looked sheepishly over at Gerard, giving him a painfully endearing lop-sided smile. “So… uh, what do you say?”
“To us having sex?”
“Yeah.”
“While your wife watches?”
“… Yeah.”
“Wearing sexy black lingerie and probably enjoying herself in ways I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be thinking about?”
“… I think that was the plan.” Frank looked back at where Jamia had taken a seat in a chair across from the bed. She gave the two a thumbs up and another cheerful grin to show that that was exactly what she had in mind.
“That’s… that’s really kinky, Frank. Like seriously, that’s pretty… yeah.”
Frank’s face fell and Gerard could almost see the hollow, disappointed ache in his friend’s expression. “So… so that’s a no then?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Behind Frank, Jamia clapped excitedly. “Frankie!” she said, trying to sound authoritative and important without squealing like a slash fangirl watching Queer as Folk, “you may kiss Gerard now.”
Gerard felt he should make some other sort of protest, if only to make it seem like he wasn’t as aroused by this idea as he was, but before he could think of anything remotely intelligent to say he felt his mouth pressed against Frank’s. This was no quick peck, no kissing for the camera, no fast or chaste form of casual affection. This was open mouth to open mouth, teeth clicking against each other, tongues sliding over moistened lips, moaning into one another’s mouths kissing. The two let themselves sink into the kiss like a hot bath after a long day, their muscles relaxing even as their lips collided with nearly bruising force. Hands found their way to the other’s body, both caressing and tugging at one another’s clothing. Gerard pushed Frank’s bathrobe off his shoulders as Frank slipped a hand up the back of Gerard’s shirt, feeling his warm skin beneath the simple cotton of the t-shirt. Their eyes were closed and even though neither could see Jamia, they knew she was watching. Something about that made the temperature of the room rise several degrees.
Finally shrugging off his bathrobe the rest of the way, Frank pulled away from Gerard who took the opportunity to pull up the guitarist’s shirt and mouth the tattoos at his waist. Moaning low in his throat, Frank made short work of his shirt as well, leaving him in only his pajama bottoms. As Gerard teased the dip at Frank’s hip with his tongue, Frank ran his fingers through his friend’s hair, looking down in wonder. They’d both lusted after one another for so long, but had decided long ago that it wouldn’t happen. Frank had loved Jamia for years, and Gerard had always been worried that any romantic relationship with another band member would end messily. But their decision hadn’t done anything to stave off thoughts of each other late at night.
Deciding that Gerard was entirely over dressed, Frank reluctantly stopped him from doing that maddening thing with his tongue long enough to lean over and pull his t-shirt off. Gerard was still sitting on the edge of the bed with Frank standing in front of him as Gerard pushed down Frank’s flannel pants.
“Frank, you’re in the way… turn to the side a little.”
Gerard only glanced briefly over at where Jamia had sunk down in her chair, legs spread with a hand comfortably resting beneath her panties. Frank immediately moved so that Jamia could watch both of them at once, shivering at the feel of Gerard’s fingers on his painfully erect cock. Not even thinking anymore, Gerard took him in his mouth and began sucking, pausing now and then to lap at the underside of Frank’s erection or to tease the tip. His hands wandered, cupping Frank’s balls or tracing the line between his legs and his torso with a single finger. Frank’s hand had found Gerard’s hair again, guiding his head back and forth while trying to keep enough control so as to not thrust into Gerard’s agonizingly heated mouth too hard. As Frank moaned, so did Jamia, both their hips twisting in the air. Eventually Frank moved Gerard’s head away from his penis, sinking down onto the bed while he tried to catch his breath.
“Con… condom…” He looked around the room, on a single-minded quest to find something to use before his brain melted from the sexual tension and dripped out his ears. Jamia paused in her self-jammin’ and tossed one over to Frank, who wasted no time in tearing the package off and unrolling it on himself while elbowing Gerard. “Take off your paaaants.”
Gerard couldn’t help but laugh at Frank’s whining tone, but he immediately complied. “Turn me on, Frank. Turn me on.”
“Shut up. I’ve done my job, by the look of things.”
Gerard blushed, his ears turning red. He cleared his throat and kicked away his pants and boxers once they’d fallen around his ankles. Eying the condom stretching around Frank’s straining erection, he leaned in and nipped at his lip ring, tugging gently. “I guess that means you’re, uh, on top?”
Frank laughed quietly and looked down. “Yeah, this time I guess.”
“This time?”
“Lay down.”
The condom was lubricated, but Frank still took the time to reach between Gerard’s parted legs and prepare him first with a finger. Pushing one inside, he tried not to think about what it would feel to enter something so tight. Gerard clenched his teeth and groaned as Frank hooked the end of his finger inside him, pressing against the tense muscles and stroking them in a way that made Gerard moan like he was in the middle of throwing himself into his vocals. To the left of them they heard heavy breathing and the sound of fingers moving of slick flesh. Frank added another finger, praying for the strength to not go from zero to orgasm in point two seconds.
By the time he removed his fingers, Gerard was writhing on the bed and clawing at the sheets beneath him. If Frank didn’t know better, he’d think he was putting on a show for Jamia. That would have been just like him, though. Moving into position at the end of the bed, he pulled Gerard against him by his legs, guiding them around his waist. There was another moment of positioning before their eyes met.
“You ready, Gee?”
Gerard nodded breathlessly. “Fuck, Frankie. Please.” He chewed on his lower lip, preparing himself. Frank pushed forward, slowly entering Gerard. Both their faces took on an almost painful expression as Frank sank in to the hilt, one hand on Gerard’s hip and the other propping himself up on the bed. They paused their, half-lidded and gasping as they watched each other’s faces in the dimly-lit room.
“Ah…hhhngh…. Ahhhnnnnn!”
Surprised by the sudden sound, both looked over to where Jamia was almost melting out of her chair, a sated smile clinging to her dreamy-looking face. “Heh heh… sorry boys… don’t worry about me, do continue.” She blew Frank a kiss, adjusting her position in the chair to better watch what was to happen next.
Frank turned his attention back to Gerard as he began moving himself in and out. With each inward thrust, Gerard raised his hips to allow Frank better access and to push back against him. Slowly Frank built up a steady rhythm, though with Gerard’s efforts it was short lived. In little time at all he was putting his all into fucking Gerard, slamming himself into Gerard who moaned all the louder for it. Leaning over him, Frank felt Gerard’s own cock pressing against his stomach as he pounded into him, rocking the bed back and forth with loud squeaking sounds in the small hotel room. Finally Frank couldn’t hold back anymore and he came with a loud groan, collapsing on top of Gerard.
They lay there for a silent moment, their sweaty skin feeling hot but good against one another. Gerard leaned up to kiss Frank, wincing a bit at his own erection still pinned between their two bodies.
“Frank, that wasn’t very nice of you.” The bed beside them dipped down as Jamia sat next to their tangled bodies. Gerard felt a shudder run through him at the way Jamia looked down at them as if trying to burn the image into her mind inch by sweat-drenched inch. “Get up, Frankie. It’s Gee’s turn.”
Fighting back a groan, Frank pushed himself up and slipped out of Gerard, who moaned at the sudden emptiness and the feel of air hitting places that would normally never feel it. Frank removed the condom, tying a quick knot in it and tossing it into the nearest trash bin. Gerard fought his way to his feet, the ache in his cock settling into the pit of his gut. But then Jamia was pulling Frank towards her, having him stand between her legs. It was only then that Gerard noticed she’d removed her panties. He felt another surge shoot straight down to his groin.
“That’s a good Frankie… my good boy.” She leaned up to kiss him deeply, running her fingers in small gentle circles against his shoulders. “Now, let’s have Gerard fuck you. Right here.” She settled back on the bed, propping herself up on her hands like she planned to watch television before bed.
Gerard, surprised at how hot this idea seemed to him, quickly grabbed another condom from the table where Jamia had been sitting next to and pulled it on before taking his place behind Frank. He prepped him hastily before thrusting in, holding onto Frank’s hips. Frank bent forward, a hand on either side of Jamia and his head to one side of hers, groaning in her ear. From over Frank’s shoulder, Gerard could see Jamia shiver. He began thrusting now, reaching around between Frank and Jamia to take Frank’s sensitive cock in his hand and slowly work it back to attention. He pumped his hand in time with his own movements, listening to the dull slap of skin on skin and kissing along Frank’s back.
Pushing himself in as far as he could manage, Gerard paused. If this was a show he was putting on for Jamia, then he just had to do what came natural to him. He had to blow her fucking mind. Putting a hand behind each of Jamia’s knees, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and then took a hold of her thighs. Looking over Frank’s shoulder, he locked eyes with her.
“Lean forward.” She did immediately, pressing herself against Frank. Gerard and Jamia kissed over Frank’s shoulder, and from the rumbling vibration in Frank’s back, Gerard could tell he was moaning. Then he reached between them again and guided Frank to Jamia’s entrance. The next time he thrust into Frank, he pushed Frank forward so that he in turn thrust into Jamia, causing all three of them to arch against one another with various cries of pleasure.
Gerard was thankful that everything felt so good, as the position proved more awkward to maneuver in than he’d counted on. He slammed into Frank, Frank drove harder into Jamia, and Jamia reached between herself and Frank to stroke herself. None of them could last much longer, and soon like dominos falling over one another, they came in an almost literal wave of pleasure.
Not wanting to crush poor little Jamia, Gerard pulled out of Frank and rolled to one side of her while Frank rolled to the other. They both held her, Gerard and Frank holding hands on her belly as they let their breathing return to normal. The room was silent aside from their panting as they all stared past the ceiling.
Jamia was the first to break the silence with a shy little giggle. Frank joined her, and Gerard followed with his own louder laughter. They weren’t entirely sure what was so funny, but laughing felt good. Frank leaned over Jamia to kiss Gerard one more time, and Jamia leaned up to kiss them both from the side. They fell back to the bed with more giggles and Frank squeezed them both.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
“Frankie?”
“Yeah Gerard?”
“… would you do anything for my birthday?”
Anyways, to apologize for my angst last night, here's some smut.
Title: Happy Birthday Jamia
Author: Gayle Ferris
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Frank/Jamia, Gerard/Frank/Jamia
Warnings: Gay sex, straight sex, voyeurism, masturbation, mild femme-domme roleplay (but barely)
Summary: Frank said he'd do anything for Jamia's birthday. Mainly slash, but there is some *gasp* straight sex at the end.
Disclaimer: I totally own Frank, Jamia, and Gerard in terrible kinky ways... kidding. They own themselves, each other, etc etc and I'm not making any money with them.
“Frank, why was there a cryptic-ass note left on my- oh, hi Jamia.”
Gerard was still standing in the doorway of Frank’s hotel room, looking from the seated figure of Jamia on the bed down to the piece of torn notebook paper in his hand. When he’d pulled said note off of he and Mikey’s door and read the message, he’d assumed the “come to my room - ALONE” part had meant that Frank had something to talk to Gerard about in private. But apparently Jamia was going to be involved too. Maybe it was because it was her birthday and Frank didn’t want her to feel shut out, or maybe it was because Frank didn’t want to keep any secrets from the love of his life. Either way, Gerard suppressed his brief pang of jealousy with an understanding that Frank was just a really decent guy.
“Hey Gee, Frank’s just getting some ice. He’ll be back in a minute. Come on in.”
Jamia patted the bed and offered Gerard a welcoming smile. She was sweet and no one in the band could help but like her. Plopping down beside her, the two struck up an idle conversation about how Jamia’s final art history exams had gone until Frank returned. He shuffled in with a worn cloth bathrobe over his t-shirt and flannel sleep pants, putting the ice bucket down on the table by the door.
“Oh, Gee, you made it.” Though it sounded casual enough, Gerard could hear a note of tension in his voice.
“Yeah, I got your note… what’s goin’ on, Frankie?”
Jamia giggled none too subtly beside them, bouncing up from the bed and heading towards the bathroom. “I’ll just let you two boys talk for a while.”
Gerard blinked after her, his confusion growing. Clearly it didn’t seem to be something too dire, but still Frank seemed worried. What the flying fuck was going on?
Frank sat down next to Gerard. “I bet about now you’re wondering what the flying fuck is going on.”
Gerard nodded. “That’s about right on the fucking nose, actually.”
Frank sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Well, uh… see, I kind of need your help with something…” There was a long, awkward pause as Frank’s eyes fell to his lap. Gerard wondered whether or not Jamia even knew about what Frank wanted to talk about.
“Sure, man. Look, whatever you need, you know I’m here for you.”
Frank looked up and locked eyes with Gerard. “Anything?”
“Yes, of course. Anything.”
Frank swallowed nervously. “Do you understand exactly what ‘anything’ means?”
Gerard nodded. “I’m pretty sure it means anything.”
“Yeah, I guess it does.” Laughing to himself, Frank pushed himself up to his feet and began pacing back and forth in front of Gerard.
“Frank, what is it? Is it something to do with Jamia?”
“You could put it that way.” He ran a hand over his hair and took a deep breath in. “See, uh, for her birthday I told her I’d do anything for her. Anything at all. Because see I figured that we’re into the same sort of things so she wouldn’t go asking for anything freaky, like goat sex or necrophilia or something like that.”
Suddenly Gerard started feeling very uncomfortable. “But, uh, you were wrong?”
Frank turned to look at Gerard again. “No… no, I was right. She didn’t choose anything I wasn’t into.”
There was another long pause before Gerard realized there was something else passing between them beside Frank’s stare. “… Wait, what?”
“There’s no pressure or anything! I mean, I’d understand if you don’t want to. This has got to be as awkward for you as it is for me, so trust me - I get it.”
“Wait, Frankie, you’re trying to tell me she…uh, what did she ask for?”
“For you two to get it on while I watched, of course!” Jamia’s voice startled them both as she reemerged from the bathroom dressed surprisingly in a faux black corset with black panties, a garter belt and stockings. Gerard could almost hear Frank’s jaw hit the floor as he turned around to look her up and down.
Gerard cleared his throat nervously. “You want to watch Frank and I…”
“Have sex. You’ve got it!” She smiled again, that wide innocent smile that now looked so out of place with her current attire. Gerard felt guilty at the surge of attraction he felt, turning his sights back to Frank. Unfortunately, that did little to help things in the end. He swallowed hard, blinking over at Frank, unsure of what to say next.
Frank, for his part, looked sheepishly over at Gerard, giving him a painfully endearing lop-sided smile. “So… uh, what do you say?”
“To us having sex?”
“Yeah.”
“While your wife watches?”
“… Yeah.”
“Wearing sexy black lingerie and probably enjoying herself in ways I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be thinking about?”
“… I think that was the plan.” Frank looked back at where Jamia had taken a seat in a chair across from the bed. She gave the two a thumbs up and another cheerful grin to show that that was exactly what she had in mind.
“That’s… that’s really kinky, Frank. Like seriously, that’s pretty… yeah.”
Frank’s face fell and Gerard could almost see the hollow, disappointed ache in his friend’s expression. “So… so that’s a no then?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Behind Frank, Jamia clapped excitedly. “Frankie!” she said, trying to sound authoritative and important without squealing like a slash fangirl watching Queer as Folk, “you may kiss Gerard now.”
Gerard felt he should make some other sort of protest, if only to make it seem like he wasn’t as aroused by this idea as he was, but before he could think of anything remotely intelligent to say he felt his mouth pressed against Frank’s. This was no quick peck, no kissing for the camera, no fast or chaste form of casual affection. This was open mouth to open mouth, teeth clicking against each other, tongues sliding over moistened lips, moaning into one another’s mouths kissing. The two let themselves sink into the kiss like a hot bath after a long day, their muscles relaxing even as their lips collided with nearly bruising force. Hands found their way to the other’s body, both caressing and tugging at one another’s clothing. Gerard pushed Frank’s bathrobe off his shoulders as Frank slipped a hand up the back of Gerard’s shirt, feeling his warm skin beneath the simple cotton of the t-shirt. Their eyes were closed and even though neither could see Jamia, they knew she was watching. Something about that made the temperature of the room rise several degrees.
Finally shrugging off his bathrobe the rest of the way, Frank pulled away from Gerard who took the opportunity to pull up the guitarist’s shirt and mouth the tattoos at his waist. Moaning low in his throat, Frank made short work of his shirt as well, leaving him in only his pajama bottoms. As Gerard teased the dip at Frank’s hip with his tongue, Frank ran his fingers through his friend’s hair, looking down in wonder. They’d both lusted after one another for so long, but had decided long ago that it wouldn’t happen. Frank had loved Jamia for years, and Gerard had always been worried that any romantic relationship with another band member would end messily. But their decision hadn’t done anything to stave off thoughts of each other late at night.
Deciding that Gerard was entirely over dressed, Frank reluctantly stopped him from doing that maddening thing with his tongue long enough to lean over and pull his t-shirt off. Gerard was still sitting on the edge of the bed with Frank standing in front of him as Gerard pushed down Frank’s flannel pants.
“Frank, you’re in the way… turn to the side a little.”
Gerard only glanced briefly over at where Jamia had sunk down in her chair, legs spread with a hand comfortably resting beneath her panties. Frank immediately moved so that Jamia could watch both of them at once, shivering at the feel of Gerard’s fingers on his painfully erect cock. Not even thinking anymore, Gerard took him in his mouth and began sucking, pausing now and then to lap at the underside of Frank’s erection or to tease the tip. His hands wandered, cupping Frank’s balls or tracing the line between his legs and his torso with a single finger. Frank’s hand had found Gerard’s hair again, guiding his head back and forth while trying to keep enough control so as to not thrust into Gerard’s agonizingly heated mouth too hard. As Frank moaned, so did Jamia, both their hips twisting in the air. Eventually Frank moved Gerard’s head away from his penis, sinking down onto the bed while he tried to catch his breath.
“Con… condom…” He looked around the room, on a single-minded quest to find something to use before his brain melted from the sexual tension and dripped out his ears. Jamia paused in her self-jammin’ and tossed one over to Frank, who wasted no time in tearing the package off and unrolling it on himself while elbowing Gerard. “Take off your paaaants.”
Gerard couldn’t help but laugh at Frank’s whining tone, but he immediately complied. “Turn me on, Frank. Turn me on.”
“Shut up. I’ve done my job, by the look of things.”
Gerard blushed, his ears turning red. He cleared his throat and kicked away his pants and boxers once they’d fallen around his ankles. Eying the condom stretching around Frank’s straining erection, he leaned in and nipped at his lip ring, tugging gently. “I guess that means you’re, uh, on top?”
Frank laughed quietly and looked down. “Yeah, this time I guess.”
“This time?”
“Lay down.”
The condom was lubricated, but Frank still took the time to reach between Gerard’s parted legs and prepare him first with a finger. Pushing one inside, he tried not to think about what it would feel to enter something so tight. Gerard clenched his teeth and groaned as Frank hooked the end of his finger inside him, pressing against the tense muscles and stroking them in a way that made Gerard moan like he was in the middle of throwing himself into his vocals. To the left of them they heard heavy breathing and the sound of fingers moving of slick flesh. Frank added another finger, praying for the strength to not go from zero to orgasm in point two seconds.
By the time he removed his fingers, Gerard was writhing on the bed and clawing at the sheets beneath him. If Frank didn’t know better, he’d think he was putting on a show for Jamia. That would have been just like him, though. Moving into position at the end of the bed, he pulled Gerard against him by his legs, guiding them around his waist. There was another moment of positioning before their eyes met.
“You ready, Gee?”
Gerard nodded breathlessly. “Fuck, Frankie. Please.” He chewed on his lower lip, preparing himself. Frank pushed forward, slowly entering Gerard. Both their faces took on an almost painful expression as Frank sank in to the hilt, one hand on Gerard’s hip and the other propping himself up on the bed. They paused their, half-lidded and gasping as they watched each other’s faces in the dimly-lit room.
“Ah…hhhngh…. Ahhhnnnnn!”
Surprised by the sudden sound, both looked over to where Jamia was almost melting out of her chair, a sated smile clinging to her dreamy-looking face. “Heh heh… sorry boys… don’t worry about me, do continue.” She blew Frank a kiss, adjusting her position in the chair to better watch what was to happen next.
Frank turned his attention back to Gerard as he began moving himself in and out. With each inward thrust, Gerard raised his hips to allow Frank better access and to push back against him. Slowly Frank built up a steady rhythm, though with Gerard’s efforts it was short lived. In little time at all he was putting his all into fucking Gerard, slamming himself into Gerard who moaned all the louder for it. Leaning over him, Frank felt Gerard’s own cock pressing against his stomach as he pounded into him, rocking the bed back and forth with loud squeaking sounds in the small hotel room. Finally Frank couldn’t hold back anymore and he came with a loud groan, collapsing on top of Gerard.
They lay there for a silent moment, their sweaty skin feeling hot but good against one another. Gerard leaned up to kiss Frank, wincing a bit at his own erection still pinned between their two bodies.
“Frank, that wasn’t very nice of you.” The bed beside them dipped down as Jamia sat next to their tangled bodies. Gerard felt a shudder run through him at the way Jamia looked down at them as if trying to burn the image into her mind inch by sweat-drenched inch. “Get up, Frankie. It’s Gee’s turn.”
Fighting back a groan, Frank pushed himself up and slipped out of Gerard, who moaned at the sudden emptiness and the feel of air hitting places that would normally never feel it. Frank removed the condom, tying a quick knot in it and tossing it into the nearest trash bin. Gerard fought his way to his feet, the ache in his cock settling into the pit of his gut. But then Jamia was pulling Frank towards her, having him stand between her legs. It was only then that Gerard noticed she’d removed her panties. He felt another surge shoot straight down to his groin.
“That’s a good Frankie… my good boy.” She leaned up to kiss him deeply, running her fingers in small gentle circles against his shoulders. “Now, let’s have Gerard fuck you. Right here.” She settled back on the bed, propping herself up on her hands like she planned to watch television before bed.
Gerard, surprised at how hot this idea seemed to him, quickly grabbed another condom from the table where Jamia had been sitting next to and pulled it on before taking his place behind Frank. He prepped him hastily before thrusting in, holding onto Frank’s hips. Frank bent forward, a hand on either side of Jamia and his head to one side of hers, groaning in her ear. From over Frank’s shoulder, Gerard could see Jamia shiver. He began thrusting now, reaching around between Frank and Jamia to take Frank’s sensitive cock in his hand and slowly work it back to attention. He pumped his hand in time with his own movements, listening to the dull slap of skin on skin and kissing along Frank’s back.
Pushing himself in as far as he could manage, Gerard paused. If this was a show he was putting on for Jamia, then he just had to do what came natural to him. He had to blow her fucking mind. Putting a hand behind each of Jamia’s knees, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and then took a hold of her thighs. Looking over Frank’s shoulder, he locked eyes with her.
“Lean forward.” She did immediately, pressing herself against Frank. Gerard and Jamia kissed over Frank’s shoulder, and from the rumbling vibration in Frank’s back, Gerard could tell he was moaning. Then he reached between them again and guided Frank to Jamia’s entrance. The next time he thrust into Frank, he pushed Frank forward so that he in turn thrust into Jamia, causing all three of them to arch against one another with various cries of pleasure.
Gerard was thankful that everything felt so good, as the position proved more awkward to maneuver in than he’d counted on. He slammed into Frank, Frank drove harder into Jamia, and Jamia reached between herself and Frank to stroke herself. None of them could last much longer, and soon like dominos falling over one another, they came in an almost literal wave of pleasure.
Not wanting to crush poor little Jamia, Gerard pulled out of Frank and rolled to one side of her while Frank rolled to the other. They both held her, Gerard and Frank holding hands on her belly as they let their breathing return to normal. The room was silent aside from their panting as they all stared past the ceiling.
Jamia was the first to break the silence with a shy little giggle. Frank joined her, and Gerard followed with his own louder laughter. They weren’t entirely sure what was so funny, but laughing felt good. Frank leaned over Jamia to kiss Gerard one more time, and Jamia leaned up to kiss them both from the side. They fell back to the bed with more giggles and Frank squeezed them both.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
“Frankie?”
“Yeah Gerard?”
“… would you do anything for my birthday?”