All I Wanna Do (1/2)
Title: All I Wanna Do (1/2)
Author: rulistenin14
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Frank/Mikey
POV: 3rd, but kinda alternates between Brendon and Frank
Summary: Brendon wants Mikey (really who doesn't) but he is dating Frank. Does Frank want Mikey too?no_day_but_tday
Disclaimer: Brendon belongs to himself and Frank and Mikey belong to their wives
Author Notes: This is an extremely late birthday present forno_day_but_tday. So happy birthday and the second part will be posted by Sunday.
Their relationship worked well. They were both hyper, ADHD, tiny and very horny. When Frank had met Brendon, three things had struck his; how he was so hyper he was practically vibrating, how smart he was despite the vibe he gave off and how perfect his lips would look around his dick. So Frank struck up a conversation with him and 20 minutes later ended up on his knees sucking the younger man off. But that was over a year ago, now they were living together and happy and still fucking almost every night. Which is why when Brendon started to pull away, it scared Frank
He wasn’t sure what had suddenly happened but Brendon wasn’t as affectionate or as talkative as he usually was, and most of the time he was like a chatty clingy monkey. When he talked about this problem with anyone they sadly informed him that perhaps Brendon was cheating. After all he was younger, didn’t have the relationship experience Frank did, so it was only natural that Brendon would start to stray. Except that Frank didn’t think that Brendon was capable of cheating, he was loyal almost to a fault, so he didn’t really have a clue what was happening.
Brendon felt bad, he really did, but he couldn’t help it. He loved Frank, more than anyone else but he had just felt so guilty that he couldn’t even stand to have Frank look at him. He was coming dangerously close to losing Frank and Brendon knew this but that didn’t stop him. He had been shamelessly flirting with the comic book shop boy for a couple weeks, nearly agreeing when he had asked Brendon out. There was just something about him; he was gorgeous, funny and really shy unless he was talking about something he was passionate about. It really wasn’t his fault either Brendon reckoned because Frank had been the one to send him down to the store to drop of something for Gerard, the owner, and had been one of the first people to meet the new employee. So Brendon had been by quite often to talk with this new boy, whose name he had learned was Mikey. He flirted shamelessly, wore his tightest jeans and never once mentioned his wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend. It was fun until Brendon would go home and see Frank’s fallen face and he would feel so horrible and withdraw into himself; leaving Frank more and more confused. He wanted to tell Frank, he really did but Brendon couldn’t stand hurting Frank like that. He knew that Frank was starting to suspect something, but prayed he didn’t know the truth.
Frank figured that maybe Brendon was just in a funk or maybe their relationship was in a funk, so he tried to let Brendon pulling away from him slid but often times it was difficult to pretend that everything was ok. When Gerard had invited them over to his place for movie night, Frank decided that it would be good for the two of them to get out for the night. Brendon didn’t put up any sort of a fight to go but Frank could tell that he didn’t really want to be out. When had it gotten so bad that Brendon didn’t even want to be in the same room as Frank?
It was nice though, Brendon seemed a little more himself, talking and joking with Gerard and the rest of the guys, until the door opened and Gerard’s little brother walked in. Although the apartment was still loud, Brendon had stopped talking mid-sentence, looking up at the taller man in the doorway. Frank wasn’t paying too much attention to Brendon but got off the couch to hug the new arrival.
“Mikey!” Frank exclaimed, “When did you get back?”
Mikey smiled and tore his gaze from something just over Frank’s right shoulder.
“A couple weeks ago, I have been working at the store,” Mikey replied. Frank noticed a faint blush stain his cheeks but just chalked it up to the cold and pulled Mikey on the couch next to him and proceeded to talk his ear off.
Brendon couldn’t believe it. Mikey was Gerard’s little brother! How could he not see it? And apparently Frank was friends with him, which if possible made Brendon feel more like douche. He tried mostly in vain to have an actual conversation with the other people in the room but his gaze kept wandering over to Mikey. Once or twice he swore Frank staring at him, but he hoped it was just his imagination. When they had finally left, the car ride home was one of the most uncomfortable and tense Brendon had ever experienced. He could tell that Frank was pissed but because he wasn’t exactly paying attention, he wasn’t quite sure what Frank had seen.
When they got to the house, Brendon was wondering what would be the best way out; he could start a movie and fall asleep on the couch, giving him an excuse not to sleep in the same bed as Frank or he could shower and slip into bed quietly feigning exhaustion. But before he could decide what the best out would be Frank had shoved him against the front door and attacked his mouth. Brendon couldn’t help but respond, his mind flashing briefly to Mikey. It was like Frank knew that Brendon’s attention wasn’t focused solely on him, and he wedged a leg in between Brendon’s and ground up on him. Brendon broke away from the kiss to let out a long moan.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight,” Frank whispered looking at Brendon with an indiscernible look. Brendon had never seen that look on Frank before and a tiny shiver ran through him. He just nodded and followed Frank to the bedroom, both of them shedding their cloths on the way.
“Lie down, face down, on the bed,” Frank directed and pulled the needed supplies out of the nightstand. Brendon felt the bed dip as Frank sat down next to him.
“I don’t even know what to do with you,” Frank whispered, “I should just fuck you, no prep; would you like that, if I were rough with you? Or should I just finger you until you beg me to fuck you, it’s been awhile since I’ve heard you beg.”
“Please,” Brendon moaned, “I don’t care, just do anything.” He was aware how needy he sounded but he and Frank hadn’t had sex in a ridiculously long time and it was usually fun and carefree. The fact that Frank was dominating him was just turning him on more.
Frank didn’t think that he had ever been as angry and turned on in his entire life. He could see the way Brendon had looked at Mikey the entire night. It all made sense now, why Brendon was slowly pulling away; he clearly had feelings for Mikey and maybe he hadn’t acted on it, but it was only a matter of time. He had never been rough with Brendon, at least not this rough. And they never fucked with out any prep but now all Frank wanted to do was pound into Brendon until he realized who he belonged too. Brendon whimpered beneath him and Frank realized he hadn’t touched the other boy for a couple minutes.
Frank made up his mind and hoisted Brendon to his hands and knees lubed himself up and slowly sank into the quivering boy under him. Brendon let out a hiss of discomfort but tried to relax as much as possible. Frank tried to go slow, but damn, it had been so long and Brendon was so tight around him. He sank all the way down into his boy and paused a minute giving Brendon a minute to get used to the intrusion, then pulled out and slammed back into Brendon hitting his prostate with unerringly accuracy. Brendon let out a hollow moan and pushed back into him.
“You like that, me fucking you without any prep. You’re just taking it like the little whore you are,” Brendon just nodded and kept pushing back; taking whatever Frank would give him.
It wasn’t going to last long and Frank knew this so he reached in front of the younger boy and started to jerk him off. Brendon shook his head, like he didn’t want to cum but after a couple more strokes he came all over Frank’s hand which triggered his own orgasm and with one final thrust came into the abused boy below him and collapsed onto the boy beneath him. Frank laid there just recovering and felt Brendon start shake. He rolled off Brendon, onto the bed next to him and looked up at his boyfriend and felt his heart sink. Brendon’s face was stained with tears and was still crying.
“Oh God, Brendon, I am so sorry baby, I didn’t…” Frank trailed off as Brendon started to shake his head.
“I’m sorry Frankie, oh God, I’m so sorry,” Brendon cried out. At this point it would have been impossible for Frank to feel guiltier.
“What are you sorry for?” he asked gently.
“Oh Frankie, Mikey, I’m sorry, please, I’m so sorry,” Brendon sobbed.
Frank’s stomached dropped, “What happened with Mikes, Bren?” Frank was pretty sure he didn’t want to know.
“Nothing, but I’ve wanted it to and I flirt with him and never told him that you were my boyfriend and I have been horrible to you and you never knew why and I could tell that you were concerned but I just have felt so guilty and have messed everything up,” Brendon sucked in a giant breath.
“You still want Mikey?” Frank asked. Brendon just nodded not looking at Frank.
“Do you want him to fuck you, or do you want him instead of me?” Frank whispered the second part.
“Oh Frankie, no, I still love you, more than anything, but lately, I don’t even know, with Mikey, I haven’t wanted anybody this bad since meeting you,” Brendon still wasn’t looking at him, just staring very intently at his hands.
“Brendon, please look at me,” Frank implored. He never meant for Brendon to feel this bad. Slowly Brendon raised his eyes, the pain in them startled Frank and he immediately enveloped the other boy in a hug.
“I’m so sorry Brendon, I never meant for you to feel this way. I love you so much, I just wanna fix it,” Frank whispered in Brendon’s ear.
“How?” Brendon asked. Frank shook his head; he wasn’t sure.
Brendon felt raw; his emotions all over the place. The way Frank had handled him was rough and a little uncaring but Brendon figured that it was what he deserved. He had never meant for things to get as bad as they did and now both he and Frank were miserable.
“Brendon, what if we invite Mikey to join us?” Brendon looked up sharply and shook his head.
“NO! Frank I can’t ask you to do that,” He had the best boyfriend in the world and was probably throwing it all away.
“Bren, you wouldn’t be asking more for anything. Mikey and I, a long time ago, were kinda together, not for long and nothing serious, but it wouldn't be a chore or anything.” It was odd because Brendon and Frank had never spoken about past relationships, and it was kind of startling to learn that Frank and Mikey had been together in the past.
“I don’t want this to affect us,” Brendon said while his mind was playing images of all three of them together.
“Baby, it already has, but maybe if we do this, things could go back to how they were,” Frank was aware of the possibility that he could lose Brendon, but he was willing to risk it if it made his boy happy.
Brendon nodded and felt himself start to get tired from that night’s events.
“We’ll talk more in the morning, but right now I just want to curl up with you and sleep,” Brendon lay down. Frank smiled and crawled in next to Brendon and both of them fell into a deep sleep.
Author: rulistenin14
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Frank/Mikey
POV: 3rd, but kinda alternates between Brendon and Frank
Summary: Brendon wants Mikey (really who doesn't) but he is dating Frank. Does Frank want Mikey too?no_day_but_tday
Disclaimer: Brendon belongs to himself and Frank and Mikey belong to their wives
Author Notes: This is an extremely late birthday present forno_day_but_tday. So happy birthday and the second part will be posted by Sunday.
Their relationship worked well. They were both hyper, ADHD, tiny and very horny. When Frank had met Brendon, three things had struck his; how he was so hyper he was practically vibrating, how smart he was despite the vibe he gave off and how perfect his lips would look around his dick. So Frank struck up a conversation with him and 20 minutes later ended up on his knees sucking the younger man off. But that was over a year ago, now they were living together and happy and still fucking almost every night. Which is why when Brendon started to pull away, it scared Frank
He wasn’t sure what had suddenly happened but Brendon wasn’t as affectionate or as talkative as he usually was, and most of the time he was like a chatty clingy monkey. When he talked about this problem with anyone they sadly informed him that perhaps Brendon was cheating. After all he was younger, didn’t have the relationship experience Frank did, so it was only natural that Brendon would start to stray. Except that Frank didn’t think that Brendon was capable of cheating, he was loyal almost to a fault, so he didn’t really have a clue what was happening.
Brendon felt bad, he really did, but he couldn’t help it. He loved Frank, more than anyone else but he had just felt so guilty that he couldn’t even stand to have Frank look at him. He was coming dangerously close to losing Frank and Brendon knew this but that didn’t stop him. He had been shamelessly flirting with the comic book shop boy for a couple weeks, nearly agreeing when he had asked Brendon out. There was just something about him; he was gorgeous, funny and really shy unless he was talking about something he was passionate about. It really wasn’t his fault either Brendon reckoned because Frank had been the one to send him down to the store to drop of something for Gerard, the owner, and had been one of the first people to meet the new employee. So Brendon had been by quite often to talk with this new boy, whose name he had learned was Mikey. He flirted shamelessly, wore his tightest jeans and never once mentioned his wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend. It was fun until Brendon would go home and see Frank’s fallen face and he would feel so horrible and withdraw into himself; leaving Frank more and more confused. He wanted to tell Frank, he really did but Brendon couldn’t stand hurting Frank like that. He knew that Frank was starting to suspect something, but prayed he didn’t know the truth.
Frank figured that maybe Brendon was just in a funk or maybe their relationship was in a funk, so he tried to let Brendon pulling away from him slid but often times it was difficult to pretend that everything was ok. When Gerard had invited them over to his place for movie night, Frank decided that it would be good for the two of them to get out for the night. Brendon didn’t put up any sort of a fight to go but Frank could tell that he didn’t really want to be out. When had it gotten so bad that Brendon didn’t even want to be in the same room as Frank?
It was nice though, Brendon seemed a little more himself, talking and joking with Gerard and the rest of the guys, until the door opened and Gerard’s little brother walked in. Although the apartment was still loud, Brendon had stopped talking mid-sentence, looking up at the taller man in the doorway. Frank wasn’t paying too much attention to Brendon but got off the couch to hug the new arrival.
“Mikey!” Frank exclaimed, “When did you get back?”
Mikey smiled and tore his gaze from something just over Frank’s right shoulder.
“A couple weeks ago, I have been working at the store,” Mikey replied. Frank noticed a faint blush stain his cheeks but just chalked it up to the cold and pulled Mikey on the couch next to him and proceeded to talk his ear off.
Brendon couldn’t believe it. Mikey was Gerard’s little brother! How could he not see it? And apparently Frank was friends with him, which if possible made Brendon feel more like douche. He tried mostly in vain to have an actual conversation with the other people in the room but his gaze kept wandering over to Mikey. Once or twice he swore Frank staring at him, but he hoped it was just his imagination. When they had finally left, the car ride home was one of the most uncomfortable and tense Brendon had ever experienced. He could tell that Frank was pissed but because he wasn’t exactly paying attention, he wasn’t quite sure what Frank had seen.
When they got to the house, Brendon was wondering what would be the best way out; he could start a movie and fall asleep on the couch, giving him an excuse not to sleep in the same bed as Frank or he could shower and slip into bed quietly feigning exhaustion. But before he could decide what the best out would be Frank had shoved him against the front door and attacked his mouth. Brendon couldn’t help but respond, his mind flashing briefly to Mikey. It was like Frank knew that Brendon’s attention wasn’t focused solely on him, and he wedged a leg in between Brendon’s and ground up on him. Brendon broke away from the kiss to let out a long moan.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight,” Frank whispered looking at Brendon with an indiscernible look. Brendon had never seen that look on Frank before and a tiny shiver ran through him. He just nodded and followed Frank to the bedroom, both of them shedding their cloths on the way.
“Lie down, face down, on the bed,” Frank directed and pulled the needed supplies out of the nightstand. Brendon felt the bed dip as Frank sat down next to him.
“I don’t even know what to do with you,” Frank whispered, “I should just fuck you, no prep; would you like that, if I were rough with you? Or should I just finger you until you beg me to fuck you, it’s been awhile since I’ve heard you beg.”
“Please,” Brendon moaned, “I don’t care, just do anything.” He was aware how needy he sounded but he and Frank hadn’t had sex in a ridiculously long time and it was usually fun and carefree. The fact that Frank was dominating him was just turning him on more.
Frank didn’t think that he had ever been as angry and turned on in his entire life. He could see the way Brendon had looked at Mikey the entire night. It all made sense now, why Brendon was slowly pulling away; he clearly had feelings for Mikey and maybe he hadn’t acted on it, but it was only a matter of time. He had never been rough with Brendon, at least not this rough. And they never fucked with out any prep but now all Frank wanted to do was pound into Brendon until he realized who he belonged too. Brendon whimpered beneath him and Frank realized he hadn’t touched the other boy for a couple minutes.
Frank made up his mind and hoisted Brendon to his hands and knees lubed himself up and slowly sank into the quivering boy under him. Brendon let out a hiss of discomfort but tried to relax as much as possible. Frank tried to go slow, but damn, it had been so long and Brendon was so tight around him. He sank all the way down into his boy and paused a minute giving Brendon a minute to get used to the intrusion, then pulled out and slammed back into Brendon hitting his prostate with unerringly accuracy. Brendon let out a hollow moan and pushed back into him.
“You like that, me fucking you without any prep. You’re just taking it like the little whore you are,” Brendon just nodded and kept pushing back; taking whatever Frank would give him.
It wasn’t going to last long and Frank knew this so he reached in front of the younger boy and started to jerk him off. Brendon shook his head, like he didn’t want to cum but after a couple more strokes he came all over Frank’s hand which triggered his own orgasm and with one final thrust came into the abused boy below him and collapsed onto the boy beneath him. Frank laid there just recovering and felt Brendon start shake. He rolled off Brendon, onto the bed next to him and looked up at his boyfriend and felt his heart sink. Brendon’s face was stained with tears and was still crying.
“Oh God, Brendon, I am so sorry baby, I didn’t…” Frank trailed off as Brendon started to shake his head.
“I’m sorry Frankie, oh God, I’m so sorry,” Brendon cried out. At this point it would have been impossible for Frank to feel guiltier.
“What are you sorry for?” he asked gently.
“Oh Frankie, Mikey, I’m sorry, please, I’m so sorry,” Brendon sobbed.
Frank’s stomached dropped, “What happened with Mikes, Bren?” Frank was pretty sure he didn’t want to know.
“Nothing, but I’ve wanted it to and I flirt with him and never told him that you were my boyfriend and I have been horrible to you and you never knew why and I could tell that you were concerned but I just have felt so guilty and have messed everything up,” Brendon sucked in a giant breath.
“You still want Mikey?” Frank asked. Brendon just nodded not looking at Frank.
“Do you want him to fuck you, or do you want him instead of me?” Frank whispered the second part.
“Oh Frankie, no, I still love you, more than anything, but lately, I don’t even know, with Mikey, I haven’t wanted anybody this bad since meeting you,” Brendon still wasn’t looking at him, just staring very intently at his hands.
“Brendon, please look at me,” Frank implored. He never meant for Brendon to feel this bad. Slowly Brendon raised his eyes, the pain in them startled Frank and he immediately enveloped the other boy in a hug.
“I’m so sorry Brendon, I never meant for you to feel this way. I love you so much, I just wanna fix it,” Frank whispered in Brendon’s ear.
“How?” Brendon asked. Frank shook his head; he wasn’t sure.
Brendon felt raw; his emotions all over the place. The way Frank had handled him was rough and a little uncaring but Brendon figured that it was what he deserved. He had never meant for things to get as bad as they did and now both he and Frank were miserable.
“Brendon, what if we invite Mikey to join us?” Brendon looked up sharply and shook his head.
“NO! Frank I can’t ask you to do that,” He had the best boyfriend in the world and was probably throwing it all away.
“Bren, you wouldn’t be asking more for anything. Mikey and I, a long time ago, were kinda together, not for long and nothing serious, but it wouldn't be a chore or anything.” It was odd because Brendon and Frank had never spoken about past relationships, and it was kind of startling to learn that Frank and Mikey had been together in the past.
“I don’t want this to affect us,” Brendon said while his mind was playing images of all three of them together.
“Baby, it already has, but maybe if we do this, things could go back to how they were,” Frank was aware of the possibility that he could lose Brendon, but he was willing to risk it if it made his boy happy.
Brendon nodded and felt himself start to get tired from that night’s events.
“We’ll talk more in the morning, but right now I just want to curl up with you and sleep,” Brendon lay down. Frank smiled and crawled in next to Brendon and both of them fell into a deep sleep.