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"I just— I don't know what I'm doing wrong, "
Gerard shrugged defiantly, the cheap hotel's porcelain mug filling up with scorching hot coffee as he tipped the pot. "I mean I guess he sounds like he's enjoying it but...when we're done, he just looks like he's...disappointed. "
That was the thing he'd been stressing about lately. Frank. Ever since they started having sex, It didn't seem enough— like something else was missing. It didn't make sense unless you we're really in that situation. Yeah, it felt really fucking good, but Frank never seemed to enjoy it as much as Gerard did— and it was driving him insane. "Like— it should be equal, you know? I can't be the only one that's actually getting what I want, it just feels wrong..." He sighed, "I just- I just wanna show him what feels good, too. "
Ray stared at the back of Gerard's head, swinging his legs on the edge of the bed. They found themselves alone in Frank and Gerard's shared hotel room, Frank out somewhere getting drinks with Bob— for some reason they've been gone for about 3 hours.
A hum came from behind him. "I don't know Gerard— maybe it's him. He's probably just like that. I mean, everyone's different." Ray figured.
Gerard brought the coffee up to his mouth, " Or...maybe I'm just not good enough. " he mumbled, and took a sip.
Ray huffed "Come on, don't say that, you know he's really—"
"But I can though. I know what he's like in bed, I know how he acts when he actually likes it Ray. " Gerard sighed, frowning and set his mug down and turned around to face him. "I mean— I don't know, like, am I too slow? Is it the positions? am I not fuckin' rough enough? I—"
"Maybe." Ray shot.
Gerard stopped speaking all together, arching an eyebrow, "Oh...? "
"I mean it could be a big possibility." He shrugged, staring Gerard dead in the eye.
When he didn't respond and kind of just— paused, Ray sighed again, almost like he dreaded having to explain things like this. "Okay, think about it. You say that you know how to tell when he 'likes' it, right? " he put two fingers up in the air to quote.
Gerard nodded, so Ray continued. "So, when you guys are having sex, like you said, he sounds like he's enjoying it, correct? But when it's over, he realizes that's not what he actually wanted. "
Gerard frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "...Then...What does he want? "
"I'm not finished. "
"Oh then—"
"You know, don't get mad at him 'cause he only shows his opinion after you fuck. Cause lets be honest, vanilla or not, sex still feels awesome no matter how you do it, so of course he's not going to complain. And knowing Frank, he's probably gonna want to have it as hard as it gets, so all you have to do is just that. " Ray spoke smoothly and casually about his friends sex life like this was the type of stuff that always happens on a regular Tuesday night. And to be honest, Gerard was impressed on how much he knew.
"Okay, are you like, a sex wizard or something? " He can't help but ask with a sly side smile, and Ray couldn't help but crack a smile at that.
"Dude, I hope not." He shook his head, his well kept fro shaking along with it. "Haven't had a one night stand in years. "
Gerard blinked. Years. Weeks was still understandable with how busy they always were— but years? that's a goddamn talent right there for the longest time taken for keeping your dick in those tight ass pants.
Bemused, Gerard shook his head. "Jesus Christ. " He chuckled, with the smile gone from Ray's face he gazed with a deadpan expression like he was trying to say 'its not funny. '
Ray then spoke, rolling his eyes at Gerards high-pitched giggling. "Stop laughing, Idiot." He deadpanned. "Unlike you I actually have a solution so I can stop hearing you tell me about how you keep failing to please Frank almost every night. "
The room fell silent after that.
"Thank you. So hear me out. This is probably going to sound very stupid, but for tonight, I need you two to...Well— you know, " he gestured with his hands,
"What are you—"
"And I'm going to watch. "
Gerard felt like the cogs in his brain slipped a turn. There's no way he was talking about wanting to actually watch them. Jesus Christ, his friends are insane. "What."
"I'm not just going to sit there— I'll help you. Tell you what you're doing wrong. I promise I won't- "
Just then the door clicks and hauls open, Frank, who looked exhausted appears in the doorway holding a paper bag with a serious look on his face. No reasons state why he was merely drenched in sweat.
He stepped in, and quickly realized that all eyes were on him. He narrowed his eyebrows, though his features were mostly covered by his hair to notice. He looked at Ray, then Gerard, then Ray again.
"The fuck are you two lookin' at, " He said quietly, leaving the paper bag on the carpeted floor next to the unused closet and shut the door behind him.
Ray snuck a glance at Gerard and made an expression that said, 'Tell him, goddamn it! '
Gerard jerked back and frowned, shaking his head, jerking it towards Franks direction like saying, 'No, this was your idea. '
"Okay, whatever the shit you guys are trying to tell me, just say it now cause I feel like I just ran a mile, I'm genuinely tired and you're pissing me off. " he said pointedly with his fingers.
Gerard closed his eyes and really just accepted defeat. Sweet Mother of God this is going to be embarrassing.
"Uh, Frank. " He cleared his throat, swallowed and looked at his feet, avoiding eye contact at all cost.
"Yes, Gee. " He put on this oddly comforting and patient tone— hands resting on his hips. This made Gerard a little more confident. A little.
"Uh, shit- um, So I talked to Ray just now, and I might have told him about how we're not really like— going well with the... you know, " Gerard gestured weirdly and looked up to watch Franks expression, but it didn't change even a bit. Just that same face he always made when he was listening.
Ray barged in though, thankfully for Gerard. "Basically what he's trying to say is, I'm offering to help you two... do it right. "
Frank was silent for a moment— like he was thinking. He squinted his eyes, "So, you wanna help us... bang...correctly? " He asked, no sort of disgust on his face or anything— just, pure concern.
"Yes, that's what I meant. But of course that's only if you guys want me to. " Ray shrugged, looking down like he just realized he hadn't left his place on the bed since him and Gerard started talking an hour ago.
Frank rested his eyes and relaxed. He looked at Gerard, who had a very tense face like Frank was about to hit him any moment.
That's obviously not what happened though. Instead, he shrugged and said, "Alright, sure."
Then It was silent. For a moment. "And...you're okay with this? " Gerard questioned.
"I mean, why not, right? We've got absolutely nothing to lose, " Frank said with confidence, turning towards the bathroom and heading inside, "I'm gonna shave, everyone be fucking quiet. " His voice echoed, and then the door was closed.
It was silent once again. That very awkward, uncomfortable silence. Gerard deadpan with his arms around his chest while Ray just blinked, absolutely delirious.
Until he spoke up, "Is that like a rule you guys have or...what? "
Gerard didn't know what he meant at first, then he quickly shook his head, "Huh?, Oh, what— no, he just wants to, every time. I told him it wasn't necessary but he still does it so—"
" I can hear you two you know?" Frank's voice boomed from the bathroom, "Talk about me again and I'll walk out here with my balls half shaved. "
After a while, He eventually came out. In just his boxers. Where did he put the rest of his clothes? God knows. "Come on, let's get this over with. "
Gerard really couldn't hide that in that moment, he was nervous. He was about to literally do the deed with the man he has a terrifyingly huge crush on infront of Ray. The motherfucker who can't even get the word 'tits' out of his mouth before correcting himself like a Catholic church boy.
"Gerard? Still with us? " He then asked, still sitting near the front edge whilst Frank raised an eyebrow, already sat on the right edge of the bed.
He nodded, finally moving and headed towards them. "Yeah, yeah— okay. "
Frank then got onto his back whilst Gerard kicked off his shoes and socks, hiking a knee up on the sheets.
Ray suddenly spoke, "Go ahead and like— get in the moment or whatever, just tell me when you're ready. "
"Thanks Ray. Jesus Christ, This is so fuckin' weird. " Frank laughed, and it made Gerard smile. Ray already had got up and headed to a nearby wall next to the bed— casually leaning on it. He didn't even look like he was watching, more likely zoning out or thinking about something else. One good thing about Ray was that he's not a fucking creep.
Gerard got snapped out of a trance when he felt Franks fingers gently tilt his jaw to face his direction. That smile was back on his lips, sweet and reassuring. He wanted to kiss that fucking smirk off, so of course he did.
Gerard leaned in, lips barely brushing Frank’s. The kiss was hesitant, almost shy. They haven't done this in a while, Gerard refused every time Frank asked just so he didn't have to face seeing him unsatisfied. It was torture for the both of them.
Their mouths met again, slower this time. Gerard felt Frank's fingers press harder to the lines of his jaw, anchoring and trapping him in.
What felt gentle at first grew intense. Gerard pressed closer, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, his lips moving with more urgency now, tasting and biting. Frank let out a low sound against Gerard’s mouth, his hands sliding up into Gerard’s hair and tugging him closer.
The kiss deepened messily. Their breaths forgotten as the tension finally spilled over the two. Eventually Gerard slid his hands onto Franks hips, digging into the soft inked flesh there as they made out all messy and sloppy. He felt Frank smile into it, releasing him and bringing his hands down to the neck of Gerards oversized shirt, tugging it towards him like he wanted it off.
Gerard pulled off and blinked for a while, suddenly remembering that Ray was literally right there. It didn't feel right that he was popping a half-boner whilst sweaty and horny in the same room as his other guitarist.
"Hey, don't think about it, " Frank assured, giving Gerard a light tap on the face. "It's just you and me, kay? " He glanced to the side, and Ray was still there, blank expression on his face like he had places to be.
Gerard managed to nod, sitting up on his knees to haul off his shirt. Frank reached for his belt, flicking and tugging it off as they discarded it somewhere on the floor.
When Frank swiftly unclipped the button and unzipped his jeans, Gerard released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He quickly peeled them off, hooking them off his ankles like his body would go into shock if he didn't feel something that instant.
Frank obviously had no shame in undressing infront of Ray, after all the endless embarrassing encounters in tour busses, he casually slid off his boxers and kicked them off— hooking his legs around Gerard's hips and pulling him closer.
He adjusted himself on the pillow as Gerard reached for an open bag under the bed, pulling out a small bottle of what Ray would obviously assume was lube.
"Um, guys." He snapped his fingers, "Switch positions. "
Gerard paused, glancing at him finally.
Ray had his arms and legs crossed, suddenly having some serious look on his face like he's actually been inspecting this whole time. "Frank, turn around. Elbows and knees, missionary's kinda boring. " He scratched his face for a moment, "Dude, just trust me. "
Gerard watched as Frank nodded and obeyed, flipping over and arching his back far with his head between his hands so that he was in the position Ray asked him to be in. And holy shit, that turned him on even more cause he did not know he could do that. It did make it a little harder, since Franks legs were way shorter than Gerard's making him have to bend just slightly more to reach.
Frank obviously prepped already, since it took him like twenty fucking minutes to 'shave', so he impatiently took his boxers off as well, throwing them aside and not wasting any time by coating himself in a shit ton of lube that it dripped onto the sheets.
"Geez, slow down Gee, I know you want me." Frank chuckled, though the noise came to a hitch when Gerard ignored him and started to press in, slowly making his way in inch by inch.
Frank felt the stretch was so slow it stung like a bitch. Gerard said going slow would make it 'hurt less,' but it always felt like the opposite every single fucking time.
"Gerard, we haven't got all day here, " Ray urged, seeing the pain and discomfort evident on Franks face even though they were almost hidden completely in the pillows. Thankfully, Gerard had no problem in slamming himself all the way in with one hard push, knocking Frank forwards and making the both of them groan loudly.
Rays spoke from the right side of the room and god it's so weird hearing his voice right now in this setting. "Oh and start of strong. Like— Don't let it build up or aything. I'm not even exaggerating, just go all out. "
"But I'll—"
"No he's right. You won't fucking hurt me Gerard, Jesus Christ— just, just fuck my fucking brains out- I don't caare. " Frank groaned, muffled by the pillows he hid himself in.
Ray shrugged, "You heard him. "
Gerard didn't dare to even look at Ray, his stupid face probably full of the shining look of 'I told you so'.
He used both his hands to hold onto Franks lower hips and started rocking sharply back and forth and— oh my god he is so glad he put a shit ton of lube.
The fact that they didn't have any time to adjust made every slide of Gerards cock even tighter than it usual was. The way he was trying to force fuck Frank as hard as he possibly could into the matress made him make these type of noises that you would only hear in porn.
Frank was gripping onto the sheets for dear life. His hair was hanging all over his face with his mouth ajar, and he felt it, but it wasn't enough.
"Can you— fuck, ugh, " He heaved, the force being knocked out of his lungs every time he tried to speak.
"Say it, Frank. "
"Can we like— oh, Jesus fuck, " Frank managed to lift himself up onto one of his hands, and put most of his weight onto Gerard's hips so he was half sitting on him.
Gerard paused for a while, panting, he said, "Like that? " He adjusted and lifted his hips again, directly hitting Franks sweet spot making him shut his eyes and cry out.
"There? "
Frank nodded and panted, grinding back onto him so Gerard kept going on the same pace, aiming for that same spot every thrust.
"oh, shit, yes, yes, yeah— " Frank gasped over and over again, and Gerard thought that he finally made it, by the way his hips and back were already giving out. But no, someone had something to say.
"Come on, you know you can give him more Gerard. It's not enough."
"You've gotta be- fucking, kidding me, " Gerard gritted through his teeth and brought Frank lower so he could snap his hips up harder, making him yelp with how deep he suddenly drove in. If he wanted all out, he'll do exactly that.
"Yeah, see? wasn't that hard. " Ray said, and Gerard wanted to strangle him.
He continued pumping in and out of Frank all the way out and in, leaving him shouting out vulgar words and moans that echoed across the cheap hotel room. It smelt like sweat and sex and it was probably torture for Ray to be trapped still in, but it really didn't look like he cared at all.
Frank was writhing, literally being thrown back and forth as he pawed onto the lube stained sheets. He wasn't sure if it was from Gerard or him. "Huh, wait- fuck I'm going to—"
"Don't." Gerard snapped, suddenly changing the pace to become more and more brutal making Franks mind blurry and swirled.
"No- c- can't" He felt his thighs numbing and shaking as the knot in his stomach twisted tight. If Gerard kept this up, he wouldn't last long.
"Yes you can, come on, just a little longer Frank. " Gerard panted, not stopping even for a second as he railed into him, the pit in his abdomen building up. He felt like a rabid animal after Ray told him to go all out, and he was right about it.
Frank squeezed his eyes shut and hung his jaw as he slid his thumb over his own cock to stop himself from coming too early, biting on the ring on his lip muffle his loud moans turning into soft whimpers.
"Now." Gerard groaned, releasing into Frank as he fucked them both through it. Frank spilled all over the sheets after two tugs, what lasted seconds felt like it lasted forever.
The last time Frank had an orgasm that hard was when he was a teenager— during that one period of time where he used a vibrator for the first time and left in in his ass for about a hour on max. This almost felt better than that.
If they weren't sweaty before, they were definitely out of it now. They felt high, achey, and worst of all, fucking sleepy. It usually didn't feel like this before.
Like they read each others minds, both Frank and Gerard flopped themselves onto their backs on the bed, heaving their chests out.
"You guys alright? " Ray suddenly appeared infront of them, a smug look on his face.
Frank chuckled, and Gerard didn't notice at first until Frank pointed it out.
"Need help with that? " He gestured to the not so obvious tent in his pants. Gerard couldn't help but grin and snort.
"Nah, I'm good. I usually just let it die down. " He declined the offer, which Gerard thought was a very stupid thing to do cause hey man, its Frank Iero for heavens sake. He wouldn't mind sharing.
Frank shook his head, "Suit yourself but— Jeez man, I feel bad for your dick. "
Ray shrugged, "It's alright. "
"Hey, thanks— by the way," Gerard spoke, "I've never seen him this 'happy' before. I didn't expect it to work but, really appreciate it. " He lifted his arms for a fist bump and Ray gladly accepted it.
And Frank just proved his point. He had this bright smile on his face and his eyes and skin were glowing. "I'd say I'm pretty happy. " he smiled.
"No worries man, anything for you guys."
And he meant that literally.