Fic: Toys to Play With
I'm finally reposting my no_tags fic! Now I've got to reply to all the comments... so laaaate. /o\
Title: Toys to Play With
Pairing/Prompt: 38. Frank/Jamia/Gerard, pegging
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mild D/s themes
Notes: Thank you to wonder_walldbc and maryangel200. :) Originally posted here.
Jamia sits apart from them, almost across the room, but Gerard is hyperaware of her presence, her gaze sliding over them, and he knows Frank feels the same. They’re putting on a show, but it’s much more private, much more intense than the one they perform with each other onstage. This is only meant for an audience of one.
Frank makes a low, needy noise in his throat and Gerard tightens his fingers around Frank’s neck in response, dragging Frank’s head closer for Gerard to swallow every sound, feel every vibration through Frank’s skin. Gerard doesn’t know how long they’ve been kissing; it doesn’t get old, it never does; he could kiss Frank forever.
Eventually Frank wrenches away from him, though, gasping in a deep breath with his head tilted back and his chest heaving. Gerard bends and kisses Frank’s chin, his wet lips sliding against Frank’s smooth skin, and he drops lower, leaving a slick trail down Frank’s throat. Frank feels warm everywhere Gerard touches him, but there’s no visible flush on his cheeks that Gerard can see. Gerard can tell he’s extremely turned on all the same.
“Very pretty,” Jamia says from where she’s sprawled across the bed in the hotel room. Frank and Gerard are still standing by the door, where Gerard dragged Frank into the room and kissed him right away. Gerard looks over at her; she’s lying on her side, propped up on one elbow, and her left hand is resting very high up on her leg. The buttons of her shirt are completely undone, and her skirt is scrunched up around her hand, exposing her pale thighs.
Frank turns his head to look at her too, and he makes that soft, urgent noise again. Gerard feels it in Frank’s throat. He grazes his teeth over the taut tendon in Frank’s neck, keeping his eyes on Jamia to see her reaction.
She licks her lips and grins. “I got a present for you boys,” she says after a moment.
Frank takes that as a cue to cross the room, and he drags Gerard with him by his hand. Gerard slips one hand beneath Frank’s shirt, palm resting on Frank’s hip, and Frank stills. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “What is it?” Gerard asks for him.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” Jamia replies. They’ve developed a language for each other, a code, and that means get naked now. Gerard grabs the bottom hem of Frank’s t-shirt and pulls it up, and Frank lifts his arms helpfully. Jamia gets off the bed and disappears into the bathroom.
“What is it, do you think?” Frank whispers, falling back to sit on the bed. He starts undoing Gerard’s belt while Gerard rids himself of his own shirt.
“No idea,” Gerard admits. “But knowing her, something awesome.”
Frank slides down to his knees, dragging Gerard’s pants with him. “Take off your shoes, asshole.”
“Take off your pants, bitch,” Gerard snaps back.
Frank crawls up on the bed again, kicking off his sneakers and shimmying out of his jeans as he wriggles up towards the headboard. By the time he stretches his arms out and rests his head on the pillow, he’s naked on top of the scratchy hotel comforter. Gerard stares down at him, at the tattoos at the top of his chest, which are starting to glisten as Frank sweats. Frank smirks up at him, and Gerard finally looks down and steps out of the confusing jumble of shoes and pants and underwear that’s tangled around his ankles.
Frank rolls his shoulders, pressing himself down on the bed, and says, “Do you think ‘make yourselves comfortable’ meant more kissing?”
Finally naked, Gerard climbs up over Frank, straddling his thighs, and replies, “I fucking hope so.” Frank sits up and yanks Gerard in for another kiss, and Gerard loses himself in Frank’s mouth until Jamia returns.
Jamia clears her throat pointedly a few minutes later. Frank and Gerard break apart to look at her, and Gerard’s brain short-circuits. She’s naked but for a simple black harness around her waist, identical straps circling her thighs, and Gerard’s gaze is drawn to the thick, black dildo hanging between her legs.
“Fuck,” Frank whispers.
“Who wants to go first?” she asks with a smug grin. She puts her hands on her hips, cocking them to one side, so the dildo shifts and sways out in front of her.
“Me,” Frank replies immediately, because he’s never speechless and Gerard still hasn’t picked his jaw up off the floor.
“Hey,” he says after a moment. “That’s not fair. You always go first when we try things.”
“I’m always faster than you,” Frank points out. “So suck it, Gee.”
“Yeah,” Jamia adds softly. “Suck it, Gee.”
Frank gives him a nudge and Gerard slides off him, off the bed, onto his knees on the floor. He shuffles forward to Jamia, where she’s still standing in the bathroom doorway, and sucks the head of the dildo into his mouth without even pausing. It’s heavier than a normal dick would be, thicker than any Gerard’s blown before, and he doesn’t worry about stretching his lips over his teeth as he goes down. The silicone warms in his mouth, and Gerard starts to think of it less like a dildo and more like Jamia’s cock, some kind of extension of her.
He drags the flat of his tongue up and down the shaft, swirls it around the head, sucks like he would Frank’s cock, and Jamia rocks her hips a little, pushing it into his mouth. She’s a lot gentler than Frank, though. Gerard looks up at her through his eyelashes, lips stretched wide around her cock, and she and Frank moan in tandem.
Jamia taps his cheek with her thumb and whispers, low enough that Frank probably can’t hear, “Go give Frank something to think about.”
Gerard gives the dildo one last, lingering lick, leaving a trail of saliva from it to his lips, and Jamia bites her bottom lip. She strokes his cheek and taps him again, and Gerard rises to his feet to kiss her before joining Frank on the bed.
Jamia kisses differently than Frank, but there are still so many similarities between them that it feels completely natural to Gerard to kiss both of them. Jamia takes more control than Frank ever does, and she twists her fingers in Gerard’s hair to hold him still. It doesn’t last long; Jamia pushes him away with a pointed nod towards Frank, and Gerard takes the hint.
Gerard turns around and sees Frank lazily stroking his cock, his free hand fisted in the pillow beside his head. The blankets are wrinkled around him, so Gerard suspects he’s been teasing himself for a while now. Frank licks his lips as Gerard approaches, his eyes glinting with excitement and a little bit of apprehension. Gerard kneels down on the bed and leans over him, kissing him softly and then moving on, dragging his lips down Frank’s chest until he reaches the thin trail of hair that starts at Frank’s navel.
Jamia comes over to them and stands beside the bed, watching. She puts her hand flat on Gerard’s back, high up between his shoulder blades, and doesn’t even press him down, just touches him gently. Gerard covers Frank’s hand with his own and guides it away, replaces it with his mouth. For a moment, he doesn’t think to cover his teeth when he goes down, and Frank’s hips jerk up suddenly.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says quickly, hands flying up to pet Gerard’s hair. “Keep going, sorry.”
Gerard pulls off enough to grin at him, and then Frank closes his eyes and Gerard gets back to work. Jamia leans down too, so her face is level with Gerard’s, and starts to whisper to him. Gerard isn’t sure if Frank can hear her; his head is thrown back, mouth open, lips pink and glistening, and he doesn’t seem to respond to anything beyond what Gerard is doing with his tongue.
“Swallow him down, Gee,” Jamia says quietly. “Tease him, drag it out. Give him what he likes, but don’t let him come yet. I’ll tell you when he can come. Use your hands, too. Drive him crazy, I know you know how.”
Gerard pulls out tricks he knows Frank loves, grazes his teeth ever so slightly up the shaft when he raises his head. Frank’s hands clench in the scratchy comforter, and Gerard can see him trying desperately not to thrust his hips.
Jamia’s hand leaves Gerard’s back for a moment; she steps away from him, and when she returns, she takes Gerard’s left hand and squeezes out a little bit of lube onto his fingers. With a pointedly raised eyebrow, she guides Gerard’s hand between Frank’s legs, and Gerard takes over from there. It’s familiar, this part, stretching Frank open with first two and then three fingers, and it’s familiar to watch Jamia lean over Frank and kiss him while he’s distracted. Gerard almost forgets the plan Jamia has for the evening.
The noises Frank makes in response to Gerard’s mouth on his cock, Gerard’s fingers in his ass, are muffled by Jamia’s lips. Gerard pulls off, gently licking the head of Frank’s cock to lap up the precome that gathers there, in order to watch them kiss. Frank’s eyes are still closed, and he lifts his hips off the bed a little, searching blindly for Gerard. Jamia breaks away to smile at Gerard and murmur, “Make him come, Gee.”
Gerard drops a quick kiss to Frank’s hip, just a slight brush of his lips to Frank’s skin, and takes Frank into his mouth again. He crooks his fingers inside Frank, keeping the gentle thrusts timed with the rhythm of his mouth, and his eyes sink closed when he hears Frank moan.
“Look at him, Frankie,” Gerard hears Jamia murmur to Frank. “Watch Gee, open your eyes. Look at your cock in his mouth, Frankie.”
Gerard can’t bring himself to look up and meet Frank’s gaze, but he can feel Frank’s eyes on him. Frank’s hips jerk up and Gerard holds him down with his free hand. Frank is close, he can feel it.
Jamia’s voice drops to a low hum and Gerard can’t make out what she’s saying. He listens to Frank’s moans instead, which are louder now as Jamia teases him. Gerard presses down so his nose bumps Frank’s pelvis, opening his throat and swallowing around the head of Frank’s cock, and Frank lets out a choked cry of warning.
“Swallow, Gee, let me see you,” Jamia breaks in quickly.
“Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck,” Frank hisses through clenched teeth.
Gerard draws back and goes down again, this time with his eyes open, and Frank’s body tenses beneath him. In seconds, Gerard feels Frank starting to come, and he pulls back enough to taste it before he swallows. He wants Frank to taste himself on Gerard’s tongue when they kiss.
By the time Frank finishes, Jamia’s kneeling next to Gerard on the bed, nudging his shoulder. She pulls him upright and kisses him gently, swiping her tongue over Gerard’s swollen lips. “Perfect,” she murmurs, loud enough for Frank to hear.
Gerard retreats, giving her space, and waits for her to maneuver Frank into position on his hands and knees, ass in the air, before climbing back on the bed. Frank looks up at him with a dazed expression, his body relaxed and satisfied, and Gerard ducks down to kiss the smug grin off his face.
Frank moans when he recognizes the taste on Gerard’s lips, as Gerard knew he would, and then Gerard pushes down on Frank’s shoulder, a not-too-subtle hint. Gerard catches Jamia’s eye and she nods, slicking up her strap-on with the hand not occupied with keeping Frank still.
Frank doesn’t hesitate to take Gerard deep into his mouth; he’s pliant and obedient after his orgasm, and it doesn’t take much convincing. He balances on his elbows, reaching with both hands to touch the tops of Gerard’s thighs, absently petting him in complete counterpoint to the rhythm of his mouth.
Frank sucks Gerard cock with a single-minded focus, and Gerard knows Jamia’s waiting for him to be utterly absorbed in the task before pushing in. He can see in her eyes that she wants Frank surprised and off-balance. Frank hums around Gerard’s cock, moans low in his throat, and his eyes slip closed as he loses himself in it. Gerard looks up and nods back at Jamia.
Her fingers tighten around Frank’s hips, turning Frank’s skin pink and white with pressure, and she pushes the dildo in smoothly, not pausing until her hips are flush against Frank’s ass. Frank freezes immediately-he doesn’t tense up; he’s too sated to fight the intrusion, but his body goes utterly still-and his mouth drops open as he loses focus. Gerard ruffles his hair, gently scratching at Frank’s scalp, and counts down until Frank’s ready to keep going.
Jamia doesn’t wait, though. She runs one hand up and down Frank’s spine, and then she pulls out and thrusts in again, faster, harder. Gerard glances down at Frank’s face.
“Keep going, come on,” he mutters, curling his hand around the back of Frank’s head.
Frank pulls away, drops his forehead to Gerard’s hip and moans loudly.
“Knew you’d like this,” Jamia says smugly.
Gerard brings his hand around to Frank’s cheek and tilts Frank’s head up. “You fucking love it, don’t you, Frankie?”
Frank straightens up a little, mouths wetly at the curve of Gerard’s stomach, just under his belly button, and then he sucks Gerard down again, this time with an easy rhythm that feels like an echo of Jamia’s thrusts. Gerard loses focus of Jamia as Frank’s tongue swirls around his cock, but he feels it every time the toy slides against Frank’s prostate, he can tell, like he’s an extension of Frank.
“Fuck, Frankie, come on,” he whispers, tightening his hands in Frank’s hair again. “Gonna come, Frank, come on.”
Frank balances on one elbow, reaches up to wrap his hand around the base of Gerard’s dick and tightens his lips around him.
“Yes, Gee, come, I want to see it,” Jamia adds. Gerard’s eyes pop open to find her staring right at him. Gerard fists Frank’s hair, thrusts up sharply into Frank’s mouth, and comes with Jamia smirking at him from over Frank’s back.
He sits back on his heels to catch his breath, Frank still lapping at Gerard’s belly and thighs. Frank eventually drags him down farther, laying wet kisses up and down Gerard’s torso, all the way up to his collarbones, and Gerard finally asks, “How does it feel, Frankie? Tell me how it feels.”
Frank rocks forward as Jamia thrusts into him, nudging his cheek against Gerard’s shoulder, and sighs. “Fucking amazing, Gee, gotta do this, you gotta do it. So fucking good.”
Gerard sees Jamia’s hands roaming over Frank’s back, sliding easily over his sweat-slick skin. “You look fucking amazing like this,” he replies. “Just taking it, from both of us. Just taking whatever she gives you.” Jamia flashes Gerard a wicked grin and bucks her hips sharply, surprising a soft cry out of Frank. “So fucking good, Frank,” Gerard continues in a low voice.
Jamia leans down over Frank and Gerard pushes up to kiss her, Frank caught between them. It’s messy and wet, and Gerard knows Jamia’s close, he can feel the slackness of her mouth as she loses concentration, and he runs his fingers through her hair in an easy caress. “You’re next, Gee,” she whispers when they finally break apart. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
Frank’s hands flex open and splay across Gerard’s thighs and he presses his forehead to Gerard’s stomach, a soft moan escaping his lips. Gerard looks back at her. “Can’t fucking wait.”
fin.
Title: Toys to Play With
Pairing/Prompt: 38. Frank/Jamia/Gerard, pegging
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mild D/s themes
Notes: Thank you to wonder_walldbc and maryangel200. :) Originally posted here.
Jamia sits apart from them, almost across the room, but Gerard is hyperaware of her presence, her gaze sliding over them, and he knows Frank feels the same. They’re putting on a show, but it’s much more private, much more intense than the one they perform with each other onstage. This is only meant for an audience of one.
Frank makes a low, needy noise in his throat and Gerard tightens his fingers around Frank’s neck in response, dragging Frank’s head closer for Gerard to swallow every sound, feel every vibration through Frank’s skin. Gerard doesn’t know how long they’ve been kissing; it doesn’t get old, it never does; he could kiss Frank forever.
Eventually Frank wrenches away from him, though, gasping in a deep breath with his head tilted back and his chest heaving. Gerard bends and kisses Frank’s chin, his wet lips sliding against Frank’s smooth skin, and he drops lower, leaving a slick trail down Frank’s throat. Frank feels warm everywhere Gerard touches him, but there’s no visible flush on his cheeks that Gerard can see. Gerard can tell he’s extremely turned on all the same.
“Very pretty,” Jamia says from where she’s sprawled across the bed in the hotel room. Frank and Gerard are still standing by the door, where Gerard dragged Frank into the room and kissed him right away. Gerard looks over at her; she’s lying on her side, propped up on one elbow, and her left hand is resting very high up on her leg. The buttons of her shirt are completely undone, and her skirt is scrunched up around her hand, exposing her pale thighs.
Frank turns his head to look at her too, and he makes that soft, urgent noise again. Gerard feels it in Frank’s throat. He grazes his teeth over the taut tendon in Frank’s neck, keeping his eyes on Jamia to see her reaction.
She licks her lips and grins. “I got a present for you boys,” she says after a moment.
Frank takes that as a cue to cross the room, and he drags Gerard with him by his hand. Gerard slips one hand beneath Frank’s shirt, palm resting on Frank’s hip, and Frank stills. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “What is it?” Gerard asks for him.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” Jamia replies. They’ve developed a language for each other, a code, and that means get naked now. Gerard grabs the bottom hem of Frank’s t-shirt and pulls it up, and Frank lifts his arms helpfully. Jamia gets off the bed and disappears into the bathroom.
“What is it, do you think?” Frank whispers, falling back to sit on the bed. He starts undoing Gerard’s belt while Gerard rids himself of his own shirt.
“No idea,” Gerard admits. “But knowing her, something awesome.”
Frank slides down to his knees, dragging Gerard’s pants with him. “Take off your shoes, asshole.”
“Take off your pants, bitch,” Gerard snaps back.
Frank crawls up on the bed again, kicking off his sneakers and shimmying out of his jeans as he wriggles up towards the headboard. By the time he stretches his arms out and rests his head on the pillow, he’s naked on top of the scratchy hotel comforter. Gerard stares down at him, at the tattoos at the top of his chest, which are starting to glisten as Frank sweats. Frank smirks up at him, and Gerard finally looks down and steps out of the confusing jumble of shoes and pants and underwear that’s tangled around his ankles.
Frank rolls his shoulders, pressing himself down on the bed, and says, “Do you think ‘make yourselves comfortable’ meant more kissing?”
Finally naked, Gerard climbs up over Frank, straddling his thighs, and replies, “I fucking hope so.” Frank sits up and yanks Gerard in for another kiss, and Gerard loses himself in Frank’s mouth until Jamia returns.
Jamia clears her throat pointedly a few minutes later. Frank and Gerard break apart to look at her, and Gerard’s brain short-circuits. She’s naked but for a simple black harness around her waist, identical straps circling her thighs, and Gerard’s gaze is drawn to the thick, black dildo hanging between her legs.
“Fuck,” Frank whispers.
“Who wants to go first?” she asks with a smug grin. She puts her hands on her hips, cocking them to one side, so the dildo shifts and sways out in front of her.
“Me,” Frank replies immediately, because he’s never speechless and Gerard still hasn’t picked his jaw up off the floor.
“Hey,” he says after a moment. “That’s not fair. You always go first when we try things.”
“I’m always faster than you,” Frank points out. “So suck it, Gee.”
“Yeah,” Jamia adds softly. “Suck it, Gee.”
Frank gives him a nudge and Gerard slides off him, off the bed, onto his knees on the floor. He shuffles forward to Jamia, where she’s still standing in the bathroom doorway, and sucks the head of the dildo into his mouth without even pausing. It’s heavier than a normal dick would be, thicker than any Gerard’s blown before, and he doesn’t worry about stretching his lips over his teeth as he goes down. The silicone warms in his mouth, and Gerard starts to think of it less like a dildo and more like Jamia’s cock, some kind of extension of her.
He drags the flat of his tongue up and down the shaft, swirls it around the head, sucks like he would Frank’s cock, and Jamia rocks her hips a little, pushing it into his mouth. She’s a lot gentler than Frank, though. Gerard looks up at her through his eyelashes, lips stretched wide around her cock, and she and Frank moan in tandem.
Jamia taps his cheek with her thumb and whispers, low enough that Frank probably can’t hear, “Go give Frank something to think about.”
Gerard gives the dildo one last, lingering lick, leaving a trail of saliva from it to his lips, and Jamia bites her bottom lip. She strokes his cheek and taps him again, and Gerard rises to his feet to kiss her before joining Frank on the bed.
Jamia kisses differently than Frank, but there are still so many similarities between them that it feels completely natural to Gerard to kiss both of them. Jamia takes more control than Frank ever does, and she twists her fingers in Gerard’s hair to hold him still. It doesn’t last long; Jamia pushes him away with a pointed nod towards Frank, and Gerard takes the hint.
Gerard turns around and sees Frank lazily stroking his cock, his free hand fisted in the pillow beside his head. The blankets are wrinkled around him, so Gerard suspects he’s been teasing himself for a while now. Frank licks his lips as Gerard approaches, his eyes glinting with excitement and a little bit of apprehension. Gerard kneels down on the bed and leans over him, kissing him softly and then moving on, dragging his lips down Frank’s chest until he reaches the thin trail of hair that starts at Frank’s navel.
Jamia comes over to them and stands beside the bed, watching. She puts her hand flat on Gerard’s back, high up between his shoulder blades, and doesn’t even press him down, just touches him gently. Gerard covers Frank’s hand with his own and guides it away, replaces it with his mouth. For a moment, he doesn’t think to cover his teeth when he goes down, and Frank’s hips jerk up suddenly.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says quickly, hands flying up to pet Gerard’s hair. “Keep going, sorry.”
Gerard pulls off enough to grin at him, and then Frank closes his eyes and Gerard gets back to work. Jamia leans down too, so her face is level with Gerard’s, and starts to whisper to him. Gerard isn’t sure if Frank can hear her; his head is thrown back, mouth open, lips pink and glistening, and he doesn’t seem to respond to anything beyond what Gerard is doing with his tongue.
“Swallow him down, Gee,” Jamia says quietly. “Tease him, drag it out. Give him what he likes, but don’t let him come yet. I’ll tell you when he can come. Use your hands, too. Drive him crazy, I know you know how.”
Gerard pulls out tricks he knows Frank loves, grazes his teeth ever so slightly up the shaft when he raises his head. Frank’s hands clench in the scratchy comforter, and Gerard can see him trying desperately not to thrust his hips.
Jamia’s hand leaves Gerard’s back for a moment; she steps away from him, and when she returns, she takes Gerard’s left hand and squeezes out a little bit of lube onto his fingers. With a pointedly raised eyebrow, she guides Gerard’s hand between Frank’s legs, and Gerard takes over from there. It’s familiar, this part, stretching Frank open with first two and then three fingers, and it’s familiar to watch Jamia lean over Frank and kiss him while he’s distracted. Gerard almost forgets the plan Jamia has for the evening.
The noises Frank makes in response to Gerard’s mouth on his cock, Gerard’s fingers in his ass, are muffled by Jamia’s lips. Gerard pulls off, gently licking the head of Frank’s cock to lap up the precome that gathers there, in order to watch them kiss. Frank’s eyes are still closed, and he lifts his hips off the bed a little, searching blindly for Gerard. Jamia breaks away to smile at Gerard and murmur, “Make him come, Gee.”
Gerard drops a quick kiss to Frank’s hip, just a slight brush of his lips to Frank’s skin, and takes Frank into his mouth again. He crooks his fingers inside Frank, keeping the gentle thrusts timed with the rhythm of his mouth, and his eyes sink closed when he hears Frank moan.
“Look at him, Frankie,” Gerard hears Jamia murmur to Frank. “Watch Gee, open your eyes. Look at your cock in his mouth, Frankie.”
Gerard can’t bring himself to look up and meet Frank’s gaze, but he can feel Frank’s eyes on him. Frank’s hips jerk up and Gerard holds him down with his free hand. Frank is close, he can feel it.
Jamia’s voice drops to a low hum and Gerard can’t make out what she’s saying. He listens to Frank’s moans instead, which are louder now as Jamia teases him. Gerard presses down so his nose bumps Frank’s pelvis, opening his throat and swallowing around the head of Frank’s cock, and Frank lets out a choked cry of warning.
“Swallow, Gee, let me see you,” Jamia breaks in quickly.
“Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck,” Frank hisses through clenched teeth.
Gerard draws back and goes down again, this time with his eyes open, and Frank’s body tenses beneath him. In seconds, Gerard feels Frank starting to come, and he pulls back enough to taste it before he swallows. He wants Frank to taste himself on Gerard’s tongue when they kiss.
By the time Frank finishes, Jamia’s kneeling next to Gerard on the bed, nudging his shoulder. She pulls him upright and kisses him gently, swiping her tongue over Gerard’s swollen lips. “Perfect,” she murmurs, loud enough for Frank to hear.
Gerard retreats, giving her space, and waits for her to maneuver Frank into position on his hands and knees, ass in the air, before climbing back on the bed. Frank looks up at him with a dazed expression, his body relaxed and satisfied, and Gerard ducks down to kiss the smug grin off his face.
Frank moans when he recognizes the taste on Gerard’s lips, as Gerard knew he would, and then Gerard pushes down on Frank’s shoulder, a not-too-subtle hint. Gerard catches Jamia’s eye and she nods, slicking up her strap-on with the hand not occupied with keeping Frank still.
Frank doesn’t hesitate to take Gerard deep into his mouth; he’s pliant and obedient after his orgasm, and it doesn’t take much convincing. He balances on his elbows, reaching with both hands to touch the tops of Gerard’s thighs, absently petting him in complete counterpoint to the rhythm of his mouth.
Frank sucks Gerard cock with a single-minded focus, and Gerard knows Jamia’s waiting for him to be utterly absorbed in the task before pushing in. He can see in her eyes that she wants Frank surprised and off-balance. Frank hums around Gerard’s cock, moans low in his throat, and his eyes slip closed as he loses himself in it. Gerard looks up and nods back at Jamia.
Her fingers tighten around Frank’s hips, turning Frank’s skin pink and white with pressure, and she pushes the dildo in smoothly, not pausing until her hips are flush against Frank’s ass. Frank freezes immediately-he doesn’t tense up; he’s too sated to fight the intrusion, but his body goes utterly still-and his mouth drops open as he loses focus. Gerard ruffles his hair, gently scratching at Frank’s scalp, and counts down until Frank’s ready to keep going.
Jamia doesn’t wait, though. She runs one hand up and down Frank’s spine, and then she pulls out and thrusts in again, faster, harder. Gerard glances down at Frank’s face.
“Keep going, come on,” he mutters, curling his hand around the back of Frank’s head.
Frank pulls away, drops his forehead to Gerard’s hip and moans loudly.
“Knew you’d like this,” Jamia says smugly.
Gerard brings his hand around to Frank’s cheek and tilts Frank’s head up. “You fucking love it, don’t you, Frankie?”
Frank straightens up a little, mouths wetly at the curve of Gerard’s stomach, just under his belly button, and then he sucks Gerard down again, this time with an easy rhythm that feels like an echo of Jamia’s thrusts. Gerard loses focus of Jamia as Frank’s tongue swirls around his cock, but he feels it every time the toy slides against Frank’s prostate, he can tell, like he’s an extension of Frank.
“Fuck, Frankie, come on,” he whispers, tightening his hands in Frank’s hair again. “Gonna come, Frank, come on.”
Frank balances on one elbow, reaches up to wrap his hand around the base of Gerard’s dick and tightens his lips around him.
“Yes, Gee, come, I want to see it,” Jamia adds. Gerard’s eyes pop open to find her staring right at him. Gerard fists Frank’s hair, thrusts up sharply into Frank’s mouth, and comes with Jamia smirking at him from over Frank’s back.
He sits back on his heels to catch his breath, Frank still lapping at Gerard’s belly and thighs. Frank eventually drags him down farther, laying wet kisses up and down Gerard’s torso, all the way up to his collarbones, and Gerard finally asks, “How does it feel, Frankie? Tell me how it feels.”
Frank rocks forward as Jamia thrusts into him, nudging his cheek against Gerard’s shoulder, and sighs. “Fucking amazing, Gee, gotta do this, you gotta do it. So fucking good.”
Gerard sees Jamia’s hands roaming over Frank’s back, sliding easily over his sweat-slick skin. “You look fucking amazing like this,” he replies. “Just taking it, from both of us. Just taking whatever she gives you.” Jamia flashes Gerard a wicked grin and bucks her hips sharply, surprising a soft cry out of Frank. “So fucking good, Frank,” Gerard continues in a low voice.
Jamia leans down over Frank and Gerard pushes up to kiss her, Frank caught between them. It’s messy and wet, and Gerard knows Jamia’s close, he can feel the slackness of her mouth as she loses concentration, and he runs his fingers through her hair in an easy caress. “You’re next, Gee,” she whispers when they finally break apart. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
Frank’s hands flex open and splay across Gerard’s thighs and he presses his forehead to Gerard’s stomach, a soft moan escaping his lips. Gerard looks back at her. “Can’t fucking wait.”
fin.