Fic...though I need to start finishing things...
Title: Strangers in the night (or not at all).
Chapter: Standalone.
Rating: Hard R-Nc-17?
Pairing: It's meant to be half secret, but I don't think anyone stumbling across this will be too bothered by who they are, or that it'll be too hard to figure out.
Summary: They want to do it, just once, and Frank's enlisted to help.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened.
A/N: Was in the mood to write something that wasn't hearts and flowers with a cute happy ending.
Warning: Incentive: Incestuous brotherly loving.
Standing in the corner of the room, Frank looks ahead, asks if they're sure, if they're ready. He gets a joint thumbs-up in response, and lifts the object in his hands. Turns it on.
*****Earlier******
"What?" Frank had asked, eyebrows raised. "Are you serious?"
"Yes. Completely."
"Well... if you really want me to." Frank studied the face before him for any sign it was a joke (he would freely admit he didn't think it would really happen), but found none. "You know that's fuckin' weird though, right?"
"I'm well aware of that, yes. We both are. It's the only way we can do this..."
Then Frank was really wide-eyed, because he didn't realise it'd maybe happened before. "Oh. This isn't the first time?"
"No. Yes. We almost. Not like that, with the things," A sigh. "We wanted to, but it was too... nerve-wracking, too strange face to face. This. This'll be easier. We just need... just once."
Frank had laughed, "if you say so, man. If you say so."
****************
They sat in the dark of the hotel room, Frank looked nervously at his phone, waiting for the text to just arrive already. He was the only nervous one though, which he found odd, because he really wasn't the one who should've been nervous. Suddenly, Frank's phone bleeped. It made him jump, but his companion simply smiled, relieved. I'm here, his screen read. He typed in a quick reply, room number, and turned to his side, picking up one of two thick, but soft lengths of material. He didn't hesitate in tying it around his friend's head, covering his eyes securely and leaving him on the bed. Frank had been practising putting it around his own head so he knew how tight it should be, and what kind of knot wasn't going to just fall undone.
When he opened the door, nobody was there yet, so he ventured down the hall a little, stopping when the elevator pinged and opened, and out stepped the guy he was waiting for. "Come on," Frank said. "You ready? He's waiting."
"Yeah. Yeah I'm ready."
"Can I ask you something?" Frank asked, but didn't wait for a reply. "If you want this so much, why don't you want to see each other?"
"So we can pretend we're not who we are, what we are."
"But you'll still know, it's not like it's a lucky-dip or something."
They walked slowly down the hall, stopping outside the door where Frank tied the second piece of fabric tightly over his other friend's eyes. "Sometimes, Frank, seeing things makes them more real. This way... This way we'll still be able look each other in the eyes and hope we'll wake up. Hope it was a dream."
"I hope you're right," Frank said quietly, pushing open the door.
************
So there he stands, video camera in hand after leading the two men together at the foot of the bed, and thinking that what's in his hands kind of crosses out the whole 'anonymous' thing they wanted in the first place, but whatever. Their idea. He laughs suddenly, and they both turn to look at him. In his direction, at least. "Sorry," Frank says. "I just thought, y'know, if you're not gonna talk then it really could be anyone I brought here. How would you know? It's just. I'll shut up now," he says quickly when a set of lips purse tightly at him, bringing the equipment up to his eyes and looking at the little screen. "Whenever you're ready."
The taller of the two has tensed up visibly at Frank's attempt at humour, the other bringing his fingertips up to the lips in front of him, touching them gently. "We'd know," he whispers, tilting his head up the perfect amount to press his mouth to the spot his fingers were at.
Frank watches the screen to make sure he has them both in perfect view, and sits down quietly to get more comfortable, adjusting the angle to compensate. He watches them undress each other slowly, carefully. They've barely touched but somehow Frank can feel the electric, the spark between them. The shorter of the two, the one who seems the most sure of himself, finds the hands in front of him and runs both of his own up along them from wrists to shoulders, to wrap around his lover's neck and pull him closer.
The second their lips connect again they part for one another, their hands roaming all over and both trying to hold the other closer, even though there's a serious lack of space between them already. The taller pushes the other backwards, sits him down on the edge of the bed and kisses and feels his way down the soft skin, urges him further back to lick alongside the thin spread of hair on his lower stomach.
A moan comes from someone and Frank's glad it isn't him, because as hot as he imagined it would be, he didn't actually think they'd go through with it. The part where they let him film it. Frank keeps his eyes directly on them, only looking to the screen now and then, because looking at them in the room with him helps him remember that he's not watching a porno, and that no, it is not okay to jerk off to it. Because otherwise, he totally would.
Frank's head's a little cloudy because there's a lot going on; they've got up on the bed, sitting cross-legged opposite each other and each mirroring the other's movements. They trace each other's faces with their fingers, delicately moving over the features that make them who they are. The differences in their noses, chins, the way their mouths are almost identical with that particular expression, except one set of lips is slightly fuller. Hands move down over necks, palms flat over shoulders, mapping each other out slowly, taut skin over bone verses a mildly fleshier chest and sides.
They link fingers for a few minutes, leaning forward to kiss and it only takes a second to correct their error in judgement when noses bump against cheeks. It's hesitant at first, but Frank can see the moment a tongue slips out, snakes it way into the other's mouth. That one had been wearing glasses, and Frank wonders when he got so confident that he felt able to pull the other over him as he lay back. He'd gone willingly though, and then their hands were everywhere, still slow, but each with a different route. One running a hand through hair, cupping a cheek softly and connecting their mouths again. The one underneath dragging his hands down the smooth back above him, down further to curve over his equally blinded partner's ass to pull him down whilst pushing his hips up.
"Fuck!"
The silence is broken. It takes Frank a second to realize who did it. It's not who he thought it would be.
"Don't talk, remember? Not a word, Gerard, okay?"
"Mikey," is all he says in reply, mouthing his way down his brother's chest and biting testingly at his hip. Mikey doesn't speak. He tugs at Gerard's hair and screws his face up, but doesn't say a word. Gerard does it again, harder, and Mikey yelps slightly. Gerard smirks, Frank can see it clearly. Mikey nudges Gerard's head, tilts his hips in a silent question that Gerard answers by licking along the hard length of his brother, fitting his mouth over the head and sucking him down.
For Frank, it just got a whole lot more interesting. There's some sucking and licking, head holding, shallow breathing, panting. And he draws in a sharp breath himself, trying to make sure his eyes aren't bugging out too far, but they probably are. Not that anyone can see him anyway.
They must've talked about this, Frank thinks, because the one he had to lead down the hall, Mikey, knows exactly where the lube is when he reaches out for it-where they obviously discussed it would be. And he holds it up in front of him blindly, pressing it into Gerard's shoulder. Gerard takes it, sets it down on the bed and starts just working his hand over Mikey, moving his fist in sloppy jerks that make Mikey's toes curl and his hands reach to touch Gerard's head-his shoulders-any part of him he can reach, before Mikey hums what sounds like a question, fumbling for the lube. Gerard licks over the head of his cock once, simply saying, "no."
He starts to make a note of how much space they have immediately around them. How much to his left and right, how much behind him. At Gerard's absence Mikey starts touching himself, licking his palm and jerking himself off slowly. Frank thinks maybe the show is for him, he's the only one that can see it, afterall, but then he remembers Gerard can still hear. And he knows Gerard can hear what's going on because Mikey's whimpering quietly, letting him in on what he's doing. Something of a grunt passes Gerard's lips, and he bends down to nip at Mikey's fingers until he stops and Gerard sits him up on his knees. He gives Mikey the lube and positions himself in front of his brother, hands and knees braced below him. Mikey reaches out, momentarily startled to find his hand landing on an ass in the air.
Gerard leans back into the touch, and when Mikey flips the lid of the tube in his other hand, Gerard mumbles something of an approval. Mikey nods, then shakes his head like he forgot they were blindfolded. He pats at Gerard's side before messily tipping some lube onto his fingers.
Frank looks down at the strain in his jeans, the clearly visible bulge pressing awkwardly at his zipper. They're actually going to do it, he thinks. They're really, seriously, actually going to fuck. And they're letting him watch and film it. Who for, he's not sure, but after unzipping himself-they can't see, he rationalizes, they won't know-he notices the camera's slipped a bit, and now it's focussed on the beige carpet at his feet. He looks up quickly, bringing them back into sight as his free hand wraps around himself.
Mikey has two fingers inside Gerard, leaning over him and licking along his spine as Gerard tries to push himself back, tries to fuck himself on Mikey's slender fingers. They can't talk-won't talk-unless they have to, so Mikey pulls his fingers out after a few minutes of pushing them pretty deep and twisting them around, Gerard moaning quietly with his head hanging down between his shoulders, fingers clenching hard into the sheets.
Frank sees Mikey use his dry hand to rub over his brother's side and down his arm. He pushes himself up between Gerard's cheeks a couple of times and Gerard shoves himself back, craning his neck to catch some part of Mikey with his lips. It ends up being his shoulder, but it's enough, and he moves down onto his elbows, waiting.
By the time Mikey's lubed and ready-there's no condom, not something they wanted to attempt without sight-straightening up for a moment to catch his breath, the camera Frank's holding is shaking slightly. He's holding his breath, not daring to let it out because he's sure it'll be loud and unsteady. He looks down quickly, thumb slipping through the precome slowly leaking from him, and lets out his shuddery breath at the same time Mikey finally pushes his hips forward and lets a gruff moan escape his throat.
Gerard tilts his hips down, his ass up a little more as Mikey starts to move slowly. He holds the tops of Gerard's thighs and pulls him into it. Mikey's biting his bottom lip, snapping his hips forward and back while Gerard bites on the pillow in front of him-Frank can see it caught between his teeth, and he can see Gerard's cock bobbing between his legs. He kind of wants to reach out-pretty far because he's not really that close-and touch it, but he's got his own to deal with so he concentrates on that, subconsciously keeping in time and rhythm with Mikey. Besides that, Mikey's pretty much got things covered; after a few hard and fast thrusts that rip a whining whimper from Gerard, Mikey leans right over him, one hand braced next to Gerard's elbow, the other around his waist as he brushes his lips over Gerard's neck, and finding the spot he always scratches at when he's nervous, scrapes his teeth over it.
Gerard hisses loudly, pushing back because Mikey's stopped really moving, just rocking gently back and forth against him as he brings his hand down across Gerard's stomach to finally touch him. Gerard's shoulders sink a little lower, and Frank can tell there's so much precome he must have been thinking about this all day-all week-because Mikey's first stroke sees his hand almost slide right off. He looks pretty smug to realize that, and wipes his hand off over his thigh before trying again.
Frank's going for it too, needing to finish before they do. Mikey begins thrusting properly again, trying to coordinate his limbs and doing a good job, because Gerard's lost his sense of 'we must not speak', and is stuttering Mikey's name. Mikey groans, and Frank fists himself harder, faster, suddenly realizing he's got nowhere to do his 'thing'. The carpet's beige though, as he already noticed, so he just leans forward a bit, keeping his eyes on the little screen as he spills onto the floor, pursing his lips to keep from making noise.
The only sound to be heard above the harsh breathing and moans is the slap of skin on skin. It's Frank's favorite noise in the world.
Mikey straightens up a little, arching his back with his jaw slack and open, hands gripping Gerard's thighs again. The shift of position obviously agrees with Gerard because he's growling into the pillow. There, Frank thinks. Right there. And he's right. Gerard lifts his head from the pillow and reaches back for Mikey's hand. "Touch me. M-Mikey, please," he asks through gritted teeth, and Mikey lets his fingers curl with Gerard's around his cock so they can finish him off together.
Seconds later Gerard comes over their hands, the sheets, dropping his head back down letting his hand fall limp onto the bed. Mikey only lets himself say his brother's name once more as he drapes himself over Gerard's back and gives a couple of hard final thrusts into him. He's kissing the back of Gerard's neck tenderly as Frank switches the video camera off and stands, tucking himself into his jeans and zipping them up quickly.
Slowly, Mikey pulls out, trailing his lips and hands down Gerard's back as he does so, and takes a second to get his breath back as Gerard lets himself collapse down onto the sheets. Quietly, Mikey removes his blindfold and climbs off the bed, gathering his clothes and putting on a robe of Gerard's that's lying on the floor. With a final glance to Gerard, and rubbing at his eyes sadly, Mikey steps over to Frank to whisper, "give that to him, okay?" Frank nods, noticing the way Mikey's shoulders slump forward and his head hangs low as he leaves.
Frank feels a little awkward now, Gerard hadn't filled him in on this part, he didn't expect Mikey to leave. So he pulls up the blanket from the foot of the bed and covers Gerard up with it. He's curled up on his side, blindfold still on and his arm covering his face. "He's gone," Frank states carefully, and Gerard nods. Kneeling down at his side Frank unties the material slowly. "Didn't do this up too tight for you, did I?" But Gerard doesn't answer. The blindfold's damp in Frank's hands, and when he looks down he realizes why. Gerard wipes his eyes dry, not looking at Frank but staring at the wall behind him. "Are you okay? I don't..." Frank doesn't get it at all, not really, and goes to hug him, hold him, wants to make him feel a little better. Gerard shrugs him off. "You want me to leave you?" he asks.
Gerard answers, "please," and it's cracked and croaky. Broken.
"Alright," Frank says, setting the video down by Gerard's knees and standing. "You know where I am if you need me. Just. If you need anything, call me?"
Gerard closes his eyes, fresh tears slipping through his lashes. "I will. If I need you."
Frank leaves slowly in case Gerard changes his mind. He doesn't though, just brings the camera up into his arms and hugs it close to his chest. Frank feels his heart sink, and when he steps into the hall he sees Mikey at the other end, sitting on the floor with his knees up to his chest. He's wearing the same pained expression as his brother, and Frank makes him the same offer and gets the same reply...
alternate ending #1 pg-13
alternate ending #2 nc-17
Chapter: Standalone.
Rating: Hard R-Nc-17?
Pairing: It's meant to be half secret, but I don't think anyone stumbling across this will be too bothered by who they are, or that it'll be too hard to figure out.
Summary: They want to do it, just once, and Frank's enlisted to help.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened.
A/N: Was in the mood to write something that wasn't hearts and flowers with a cute happy ending.
Warning: Incentive: Incestuous brotherly loving.
Standing in the corner of the room, Frank looks ahead, asks if they're sure, if they're ready. He gets a joint thumbs-up in response, and lifts the object in his hands. Turns it on.
*****Earlier******
"What?" Frank had asked, eyebrows raised. "Are you serious?"
"Yes. Completely."
"Well... if you really want me to." Frank studied the face before him for any sign it was a joke (he would freely admit he didn't think it would really happen), but found none. "You know that's fuckin' weird though, right?"
"I'm well aware of that, yes. We both are. It's the only way we can do this..."
Then Frank was really wide-eyed, because he didn't realise it'd maybe happened before. "Oh. This isn't the first time?"
"No. Yes. We almost. Not like that, with the things," A sigh. "We wanted to, but it was too... nerve-wracking, too strange face to face. This. This'll be easier. We just need... just once."
Frank had laughed, "if you say so, man. If you say so."
****************
They sat in the dark of the hotel room, Frank looked nervously at his phone, waiting for the text to just arrive already. He was the only nervous one though, which he found odd, because he really wasn't the one who should've been nervous. Suddenly, Frank's phone bleeped. It made him jump, but his companion simply smiled, relieved. I'm here, his screen read. He typed in a quick reply, room number, and turned to his side, picking up one of two thick, but soft lengths of material. He didn't hesitate in tying it around his friend's head, covering his eyes securely and leaving him on the bed. Frank had been practising putting it around his own head so he knew how tight it should be, and what kind of knot wasn't going to just fall undone.
When he opened the door, nobody was there yet, so he ventured down the hall a little, stopping when the elevator pinged and opened, and out stepped the guy he was waiting for. "Come on," Frank said. "You ready? He's waiting."
"Yeah. Yeah I'm ready."
"Can I ask you something?" Frank asked, but didn't wait for a reply. "If you want this so much, why don't you want to see each other?"
"So we can pretend we're not who we are, what we are."
"But you'll still know, it's not like it's a lucky-dip or something."
They walked slowly down the hall, stopping outside the door where Frank tied the second piece of fabric tightly over his other friend's eyes. "Sometimes, Frank, seeing things makes them more real. This way... This way we'll still be able look each other in the eyes and hope we'll wake up. Hope it was a dream."
"I hope you're right," Frank said quietly, pushing open the door.
************
So there he stands, video camera in hand after leading the two men together at the foot of the bed, and thinking that what's in his hands kind of crosses out the whole 'anonymous' thing they wanted in the first place, but whatever. Their idea. He laughs suddenly, and they both turn to look at him. In his direction, at least. "Sorry," Frank says. "I just thought, y'know, if you're not gonna talk then it really could be anyone I brought here. How would you know? It's just. I'll shut up now," he says quickly when a set of lips purse tightly at him, bringing the equipment up to his eyes and looking at the little screen. "Whenever you're ready."
The taller of the two has tensed up visibly at Frank's attempt at humour, the other bringing his fingertips up to the lips in front of him, touching them gently. "We'd know," he whispers, tilting his head up the perfect amount to press his mouth to the spot his fingers were at.
Frank watches the screen to make sure he has them both in perfect view, and sits down quietly to get more comfortable, adjusting the angle to compensate. He watches them undress each other slowly, carefully. They've barely touched but somehow Frank can feel the electric, the spark between them. The shorter of the two, the one who seems the most sure of himself, finds the hands in front of him and runs both of his own up along them from wrists to shoulders, to wrap around his lover's neck and pull him closer.
The second their lips connect again they part for one another, their hands roaming all over and both trying to hold the other closer, even though there's a serious lack of space between them already. The taller pushes the other backwards, sits him down on the edge of the bed and kisses and feels his way down the soft skin, urges him further back to lick alongside the thin spread of hair on his lower stomach.
A moan comes from someone and Frank's glad it isn't him, because as hot as he imagined it would be, he didn't actually think they'd go through with it. The part where they let him film it. Frank keeps his eyes directly on them, only looking to the screen now and then, because looking at them in the room with him helps him remember that he's not watching a porno, and that no, it is not okay to jerk off to it. Because otherwise, he totally would.
Frank's head's a little cloudy because there's a lot going on; they've got up on the bed, sitting cross-legged opposite each other and each mirroring the other's movements. They trace each other's faces with their fingers, delicately moving over the features that make them who they are. The differences in their noses, chins, the way their mouths are almost identical with that particular expression, except one set of lips is slightly fuller. Hands move down over necks, palms flat over shoulders, mapping each other out slowly, taut skin over bone verses a mildly fleshier chest and sides.
They link fingers for a few minutes, leaning forward to kiss and it only takes a second to correct their error in judgement when noses bump against cheeks. It's hesitant at first, but Frank can see the moment a tongue slips out, snakes it way into the other's mouth. That one had been wearing glasses, and Frank wonders when he got so confident that he felt able to pull the other over him as he lay back. He'd gone willingly though, and then their hands were everywhere, still slow, but each with a different route. One running a hand through hair, cupping a cheek softly and connecting their mouths again. The one underneath dragging his hands down the smooth back above him, down further to curve over his equally blinded partner's ass to pull him down whilst pushing his hips up.
"Fuck!"
The silence is broken. It takes Frank a second to realize who did it. It's not who he thought it would be.
"Don't talk, remember? Not a word, Gerard, okay?"
"Mikey," is all he says in reply, mouthing his way down his brother's chest and biting testingly at his hip. Mikey doesn't speak. He tugs at Gerard's hair and screws his face up, but doesn't say a word. Gerard does it again, harder, and Mikey yelps slightly. Gerard smirks, Frank can see it clearly. Mikey nudges Gerard's head, tilts his hips in a silent question that Gerard answers by licking along the hard length of his brother, fitting his mouth over the head and sucking him down.
For Frank, it just got a whole lot more interesting. There's some sucking and licking, head holding, shallow breathing, panting. And he draws in a sharp breath himself, trying to make sure his eyes aren't bugging out too far, but they probably are. Not that anyone can see him anyway.
They must've talked about this, Frank thinks, because the one he had to lead down the hall, Mikey, knows exactly where the lube is when he reaches out for it-where they obviously discussed it would be. And he holds it up in front of him blindly, pressing it into Gerard's shoulder. Gerard takes it, sets it down on the bed and starts just working his hand over Mikey, moving his fist in sloppy jerks that make Mikey's toes curl and his hands reach to touch Gerard's head-his shoulders-any part of him he can reach, before Mikey hums what sounds like a question, fumbling for the lube. Gerard licks over the head of his cock once, simply saying, "no."
He starts to make a note of how much space they have immediately around them. How much to his left and right, how much behind him. At Gerard's absence Mikey starts touching himself, licking his palm and jerking himself off slowly. Frank thinks maybe the show is for him, he's the only one that can see it, afterall, but then he remembers Gerard can still hear. And he knows Gerard can hear what's going on because Mikey's whimpering quietly, letting him in on what he's doing. Something of a grunt passes Gerard's lips, and he bends down to nip at Mikey's fingers until he stops and Gerard sits him up on his knees. He gives Mikey the lube and positions himself in front of his brother, hands and knees braced below him. Mikey reaches out, momentarily startled to find his hand landing on an ass in the air.
Gerard leans back into the touch, and when Mikey flips the lid of the tube in his other hand, Gerard mumbles something of an approval. Mikey nods, then shakes his head like he forgot they were blindfolded. He pats at Gerard's side before messily tipping some lube onto his fingers.
Frank looks down at the strain in his jeans, the clearly visible bulge pressing awkwardly at his zipper. They're actually going to do it, he thinks. They're really, seriously, actually going to fuck. And they're letting him watch and film it. Who for, he's not sure, but after unzipping himself-they can't see, he rationalizes, they won't know-he notices the camera's slipped a bit, and now it's focussed on the beige carpet at his feet. He looks up quickly, bringing them back into sight as his free hand wraps around himself.
Mikey has two fingers inside Gerard, leaning over him and licking along his spine as Gerard tries to push himself back, tries to fuck himself on Mikey's slender fingers. They can't talk-won't talk-unless they have to, so Mikey pulls his fingers out after a few minutes of pushing them pretty deep and twisting them around, Gerard moaning quietly with his head hanging down between his shoulders, fingers clenching hard into the sheets.
Frank sees Mikey use his dry hand to rub over his brother's side and down his arm. He pushes himself up between Gerard's cheeks a couple of times and Gerard shoves himself back, craning his neck to catch some part of Mikey with his lips. It ends up being his shoulder, but it's enough, and he moves down onto his elbows, waiting.
By the time Mikey's lubed and ready-there's no condom, not something they wanted to attempt without sight-straightening up for a moment to catch his breath, the camera Frank's holding is shaking slightly. He's holding his breath, not daring to let it out because he's sure it'll be loud and unsteady. He looks down quickly, thumb slipping through the precome slowly leaking from him, and lets out his shuddery breath at the same time Mikey finally pushes his hips forward and lets a gruff moan escape his throat.
Gerard tilts his hips down, his ass up a little more as Mikey starts to move slowly. He holds the tops of Gerard's thighs and pulls him into it. Mikey's biting his bottom lip, snapping his hips forward and back while Gerard bites on the pillow in front of him-Frank can see it caught between his teeth, and he can see Gerard's cock bobbing between his legs. He kind of wants to reach out-pretty far because he's not really that close-and touch it, but he's got his own to deal with so he concentrates on that, subconsciously keeping in time and rhythm with Mikey. Besides that, Mikey's pretty much got things covered; after a few hard and fast thrusts that rip a whining whimper from Gerard, Mikey leans right over him, one hand braced next to Gerard's elbow, the other around his waist as he brushes his lips over Gerard's neck, and finding the spot he always scratches at when he's nervous, scrapes his teeth over it.
Gerard hisses loudly, pushing back because Mikey's stopped really moving, just rocking gently back and forth against him as he brings his hand down across Gerard's stomach to finally touch him. Gerard's shoulders sink a little lower, and Frank can tell there's so much precome he must have been thinking about this all day-all week-because Mikey's first stroke sees his hand almost slide right off. He looks pretty smug to realize that, and wipes his hand off over his thigh before trying again.
Frank's going for it too, needing to finish before they do. Mikey begins thrusting properly again, trying to coordinate his limbs and doing a good job, because Gerard's lost his sense of 'we must not speak', and is stuttering Mikey's name. Mikey groans, and Frank fists himself harder, faster, suddenly realizing he's got nowhere to do his 'thing'. The carpet's beige though, as he already noticed, so he just leans forward a bit, keeping his eyes on the little screen as he spills onto the floor, pursing his lips to keep from making noise.
The only sound to be heard above the harsh breathing and moans is the slap of skin on skin. It's Frank's favorite noise in the world.
Mikey straightens up a little, arching his back with his jaw slack and open, hands gripping Gerard's thighs again. The shift of position obviously agrees with Gerard because he's growling into the pillow. There, Frank thinks. Right there. And he's right. Gerard lifts his head from the pillow and reaches back for Mikey's hand. "Touch me. M-Mikey, please," he asks through gritted teeth, and Mikey lets his fingers curl with Gerard's around his cock so they can finish him off together.
Seconds later Gerard comes over their hands, the sheets, dropping his head back down letting his hand fall limp onto the bed. Mikey only lets himself say his brother's name once more as he drapes himself over Gerard's back and gives a couple of hard final thrusts into him. He's kissing the back of Gerard's neck tenderly as Frank switches the video camera off and stands, tucking himself into his jeans and zipping them up quickly.
Slowly, Mikey pulls out, trailing his lips and hands down Gerard's back as he does so, and takes a second to get his breath back as Gerard lets himself collapse down onto the sheets. Quietly, Mikey removes his blindfold and climbs off the bed, gathering his clothes and putting on a robe of Gerard's that's lying on the floor. With a final glance to Gerard, and rubbing at his eyes sadly, Mikey steps over to Frank to whisper, "give that to him, okay?" Frank nods, noticing the way Mikey's shoulders slump forward and his head hangs low as he leaves.
Frank feels a little awkward now, Gerard hadn't filled him in on this part, he didn't expect Mikey to leave. So he pulls up the blanket from the foot of the bed and covers Gerard up with it. He's curled up on his side, blindfold still on and his arm covering his face. "He's gone," Frank states carefully, and Gerard nods. Kneeling down at his side Frank unties the material slowly. "Didn't do this up too tight for you, did I?" But Gerard doesn't answer. The blindfold's damp in Frank's hands, and when he looks down he realizes why. Gerard wipes his eyes dry, not looking at Frank but staring at the wall behind him. "Are you okay? I don't..." Frank doesn't get it at all, not really, and goes to hug him, hold him, wants to make him feel a little better. Gerard shrugs him off. "You want me to leave you?" he asks.
Gerard answers, "please," and it's cracked and croaky. Broken.
"Alright," Frank says, setting the video down by Gerard's knees and standing. "You know where I am if you need me. Just. If you need anything, call me?"
Gerard closes his eyes, fresh tears slipping through his lashes. "I will. If I need you."
Frank leaves slowly in case Gerard changes his mind. He doesn't though, just brings the camera up into his arms and hugs it close to his chest. Frank feels his heart sink, and when he steps into the hall he sees Mikey at the other end, sitting on the floor with his knees up to his chest. He's wearing the same pained expression as his brother, and Frank makes him the same offer and gets the same reply...
alternate ending #1 pg-13
alternate ending #2 nc-17