Birthday Fic
Title: Making The Rounds
Author: Casey Ben Sullivan
Pairing: Frank/everyone
Rating: adult
POV: third person, Frank's POV
Summary: "You've been with all the other guys but me. Do you not like me or something?"
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Author's Note: For yekith on her birthday.
It's always fast and hard with Gerard, like it is the first time, right after Gerard pushes him down on the stage for the first time. It's semi-planned, but they both like it more than they'd expected. When the concert's over, Frank pushes Gerard into his dressing room and locks the door before going down on him. Gerard's hips roll like a wave on the ocean, cock pushing fast and unyielding into his mouth. Frank pulls back to ask about a condom but then Gerard comes on his shoulder, so it isn't an issue anymore. After that, they always steal some alone time in the dressing rooms when they can.
It's different with Mikey; although he's Gerard's brother, his approach to sex is completely different. Mikey's confident and slow and starts by stalking him toward the bed or the bunk, crowding him against whatever flat surface they can find. He's skinny but he seems to take up the whole room, dominating everything with his steadiness and stealth.
Frank's never ready for him, even though he's given plenty of time to react. He just never expects it when it comes - or when Mikey comes. He comes with his eyes closed and his teeth gritted together, like it's something painful instead of pleasurable. But Mikey always assures him that it feels fucking good, and Frank accepts that and curls up against his side.
There's one word for Bob, and that's Dominant. He takes control like nobody's business, setting the scene with a firm tone of voice as he tells Frank exactly what they're going to do. Usually, Frank thinks planning is boring and a waste of time, but Bob has already done the planning and it's hot to listen to what he has planned. For his part, Frank always goes along with it, no matter how unusual it is.
One time, Bob dares him to wear a blindfold onstage and crawl across the stage floor on his knees, and Frank does it, much to the delight of the screaming fans. Gerard shows him how much he liked it later, fucking Frank's face in the dressing room while Bob watches and smokes a cigarette. When Gerard's done, they switch; Gerard takes the smoke and Bob takes Frank's face. It's one of the best sexual encounters Frank has ever experienced.
One day, he finds Ray watching him in the lounge of the bus and he tilts his head at him, curious. Ray shrugs and looks away, but a few minutes later, he takes a seat next to Frank and says, "You've been with all the other guys but me. Do you not like me or something?"
Frank's shocked, because it literally never occurred to him to have sex with Ray. He's not sure why; maybe because Ray looks and acts straight, but then so does Bob, and Mikey kind of looks straight too. If you ignore his clothes. So the point is, Frank doesn't know why it hasn't occurred to him to have sex with Ray, but now that Ray brings it up, Frank thinks it's an incredibly good idea.
"Are you kidding? I fucking love you," Frank says, and leans over to kiss Ray on the mouth, and Ray freezes for a minute but then he's kissing back hot and heavy. Frank ignores the fact that they're in the lounge with the door open and slings a leg over Ray's thighs, straddling him in one quick move and grinding down into his lap. Ray's just as hard as he is, and it's a little bit of work, but Frank gets both their belts and buttons and zippers undone so he can wrap his hand around Ray's cock and Ray can do the same to him.
Ray's hand is hurried but firm, just the way Frank likes it, and he arches back and selfishly lets himself come first, spurting come on Ray's hand and stomach and shirt. When he's recovered, he speeds up his hand on Ray until Ray comes, making sure to let his hand wrap around the head of Ray's cock and then twist up so he can catch as much of Ray's come as he can in his hand.
When it's over, Frank smears Ray's come down over his jaw and neck and shirt, then unstraddles him to go into the kitchen while buckling himself back up. He grabs a towel and brings it back to Ray in case he wants to clean up, and when Ray shakes his head, dazed, Frank shrugs and throws the towel on the floor.
Ray's looking at him funny, so Frank raises an eyebrow. He stares at Ray until Ray speaks.
"I thought it was the love handles," he confesses, and Frank bursts into laughter. Ray looks hurt, but Frank just shakes his head, shoving Ray's shirt up with both hands so he can blow a raspberry on Ray's stomach.
"You don't have fucking love handles," he informs Ray, "but you do have a very nice stomach." To prove his point, Frank bites at it and squeezes it, chuckling to himself when Ray holds back a groan. See, it's nice to make people feel good. And Frank certainly isn't against being given a little extra to love. "I'm the one with love handles."
Pulling back, Frank pulls up his shirt, letting show his flabby, soft sides. They hide easily enough under a t-shirt if he tucks it in tight enough and especially if he wears a leather jacket, but he doesn't need to hide it in front of the guys he loves. He's more than enough self-confident now, even if he started out being self-conscious of the weight he'd gained. Gee loves it, and Mikey loves it, and Bob loves it. Now Ray will, too.
"Come and get me," he challenges, climbing off the couch to run out of the bus, the door slamming behind him and come drying on his face. He hasn't been this happy in a while.
ETA: Posted to better_mcrslash, mcrslashfics, and mychemicalslash. If you know other comms I should be posting at, please let me know in the comments!
Author: Casey Ben Sullivan
Pairing: Frank/everyone
Rating: adult
POV: third person, Frank's POV
Summary: "You've been with all the other guys but me. Do you not like me or something?"
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Author's Note: For yekith on her birthday.
It's always fast and hard with Gerard, like it is the first time, right after Gerard pushes him down on the stage for the first time. It's semi-planned, but they both like it more than they'd expected. When the concert's over, Frank pushes Gerard into his dressing room and locks the door before going down on him. Gerard's hips roll like a wave on the ocean, cock pushing fast and unyielding into his mouth. Frank pulls back to ask about a condom but then Gerard comes on his shoulder, so it isn't an issue anymore. After that, they always steal some alone time in the dressing rooms when they can.
It's different with Mikey; although he's Gerard's brother, his approach to sex is completely different. Mikey's confident and slow and starts by stalking him toward the bed or the bunk, crowding him against whatever flat surface they can find. He's skinny but he seems to take up the whole room, dominating everything with his steadiness and stealth.
Frank's never ready for him, even though he's given plenty of time to react. He just never expects it when it comes - or when Mikey comes. He comes with his eyes closed and his teeth gritted together, like it's something painful instead of pleasurable. But Mikey always assures him that it feels fucking good, and Frank accepts that and curls up against his side.
There's one word for Bob, and that's Dominant. He takes control like nobody's business, setting the scene with a firm tone of voice as he tells Frank exactly what they're going to do. Usually, Frank thinks planning is boring and a waste of time, but Bob has already done the planning and it's hot to listen to what he has planned. For his part, Frank always goes along with it, no matter how unusual it is.
One time, Bob dares him to wear a blindfold onstage and crawl across the stage floor on his knees, and Frank does it, much to the delight of the screaming fans. Gerard shows him how much he liked it later, fucking Frank's face in the dressing room while Bob watches and smokes a cigarette. When Gerard's done, they switch; Gerard takes the smoke and Bob takes Frank's face. It's one of the best sexual encounters Frank has ever experienced.
One day, he finds Ray watching him in the lounge of the bus and he tilts his head at him, curious. Ray shrugs and looks away, but a few minutes later, he takes a seat next to Frank and says, "You've been with all the other guys but me. Do you not like me or something?"
Frank's shocked, because it literally never occurred to him to have sex with Ray. He's not sure why; maybe because Ray looks and acts straight, but then so does Bob, and Mikey kind of looks straight too. If you ignore his clothes. So the point is, Frank doesn't know why it hasn't occurred to him to have sex with Ray, but now that Ray brings it up, Frank thinks it's an incredibly good idea.
"Are you kidding? I fucking love you," Frank says, and leans over to kiss Ray on the mouth, and Ray freezes for a minute but then he's kissing back hot and heavy. Frank ignores the fact that they're in the lounge with the door open and slings a leg over Ray's thighs, straddling him in one quick move and grinding down into his lap. Ray's just as hard as he is, and it's a little bit of work, but Frank gets both their belts and buttons and zippers undone so he can wrap his hand around Ray's cock and Ray can do the same to him.
Ray's hand is hurried but firm, just the way Frank likes it, and he arches back and selfishly lets himself come first, spurting come on Ray's hand and stomach and shirt. When he's recovered, he speeds up his hand on Ray until Ray comes, making sure to let his hand wrap around the head of Ray's cock and then twist up so he can catch as much of Ray's come as he can in his hand.
When it's over, Frank smears Ray's come down over his jaw and neck and shirt, then unstraddles him to go into the kitchen while buckling himself back up. He grabs a towel and brings it back to Ray in case he wants to clean up, and when Ray shakes his head, dazed, Frank shrugs and throws the towel on the floor.
Ray's looking at him funny, so Frank raises an eyebrow. He stares at Ray until Ray speaks.
"I thought it was the love handles," he confesses, and Frank bursts into laughter. Ray looks hurt, but Frank just shakes his head, shoving Ray's shirt up with both hands so he can blow a raspberry on Ray's stomach.
"You don't have fucking love handles," he informs Ray, "but you do have a very nice stomach." To prove his point, Frank bites at it and squeezes it, chuckling to himself when Ray holds back a groan. See, it's nice to make people feel good. And Frank certainly isn't against being given a little extra to love. "I'm the one with love handles."
Pulling back, Frank pulls up his shirt, letting show his flabby, soft sides. They hide easily enough under a t-shirt if he tucks it in tight enough and especially if he wears a leather jacket, but he doesn't need to hide it in front of the guys he loves. He's more than enough self-confident now, even if he started out being self-conscious of the weight he'd gained. Gee loves it, and Mikey loves it, and Bob loves it. Now Ray will, too.
"Come and get me," he challenges, climbing off the couch to run out of the bus, the door slamming behind him and come drying on his face. He hasn't been this happy in a while.
ETA: Posted to better_mcrslash, mcrslashfics, and mychemicalslash. If you know other comms I should be posting at, please let me know in the comments!