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Friday:
They had just finished another show and had scattered for the night. Ray and Gerard had maybe gone to freshen up and Mikey...well he wasn't sure but he had probably joined whatever the other two were doing too. Frank thought that it was another pretty successful show. He played like hell (only barely screwing over his back even more) and the kids looked like they had fun which was the most important thing.
Sure, Frank had gotten on his knees for Gerard during the show and sure rubbed his face all over the other man's crotch but whatever. It was just to piss off the toxic dolt boyfriends their female fans brought along anyway.
He was currently lying in his bunk having just showered himself (as well as one can given the circumstances) and was waiting for the other guys to get back from whatever it was they were doing when Mikey suddenly entered. Frank jumped at the chance to have something to do.
"Hey, sup?"
Mikey just shrugged in response. Cool, whatever.
Frank watched as casually as he could manage as Mikey took off his tshirt and replaced it with a fresher one. Mikey caught his gaze, purposefully, he could tell. He didn't say anything for a moment but then he spoke. "Don't you wanna know what it's actually like?"
Frank blinked. "Know what what's like?"
"Sex. With a guy."
Frank blinked again. Then again, until he realised what Mikey had just said to him. "Uh, yeah, nah I'm good."
"Really?"
"Uh-Huh."
"100%?"
"Dude, I'm not gonna have sex with your brother. And yes, it's weird that you're pushing him onto me FYI."
"Not with Gee, doofus. With me." Okay, what. Frank jumped up only kind of hurting his head like hell on the ceiling of his bunk. This dude had to have been smoking some bullshit to come out with that. "Praise be whatever you're on and can I have some, I wanna see what kind of crazy shit I'll come up with."
Mikey punched Frank's arm but it was the weakest attempt ever.
"I'm serious"
"Then no. The answer is no."
Mikey didn't seem to take it too hard, he just shrugged and grabbed his jacket. But, he clearly had a higher motive for initiating the discussion. On his way out of their collective 'bedrooms' he called back, "Okay, Fibber."
Fibber? Man, come on. Frank was many things but he wasn't a liar. Just because what he and Gerard got up to onstage wasn't real didn't mean they were just putting it on to garner attention.
It was like allyship. There was nothing pent up or closeted about it, neither was it just for show. It was just to help their fans with those inclinations feel more comfortable. That was all.
Maybe it was a tactical move by Mikey to stop him and Gerard initiating fucking softcore puppy play on stage. Frank guessed that couldn't be comfortable to watch for him. Like 'Hey, there's only so many times I can turn my goddamn back to everyone during a set: Leave my brother alone.' Frank mulled over it a while longer before coming to the conclusion that it would be better to just put it to rest.
It wasn't fair; Mikey was out getting some and Frank was left wondering what the hell had just happened.
Saturday:
He thought he'd forget. No, he was sure he would forget. That night, Mikey was about to go meet up with some random guy and do what he'd been doing the entirety of the tour. He was probably just pre-emptively horny and Frank doesn't mind saying it, he's a pretty good looking guy, Mikey just thought, in the heat of the moment, to say that to him. He definitely didn't mean it...Did he mean it? But wait, even if he did, why the hell would he take him up on the proposition?
Frank rubbed out the butt of his cigarette and turned back to where the rest of the guys were standing around for the soundcheck. Ray was messing around with his guitar, Gerard was throwing out whatever vocal warmups came to their mind, and Mikey, well, Mikey was just focused on his bass. Which, yep, it was a soundcheck. Why would he be focused on anyone - anything else. Frank picked up his guitar and joined in on whatever the hell Toro was riffing.
Tuesday:
Mikey had definitely forgotten he'd asked Frank anything for that matter. Maybe he really was on something when he said it. He'd barely acknowledged Frank since that night and sure they're busy (and Mikey was even busier) but maybe some kind of apology or assurance that it was a stupid joke would have been nice.
There was no reason for Frank to be losing his mind over this as much as he was. Chances are it was just a stupid joke and he was just torturing himself over something that was never going to happen from the start. And even if it wasn't (which it was!) Frank wasn't interested. Not one bit.
Well, maybe his curiosity had been pigued a little. Mikey wasn't unattractive. Yes he looked like a total dork especially with those glasses but he had a pretty good build (he could maybe admit it was what would be considered 'sexy' for a guy) and he and Gee weren't totally unalike each other in looks (though he kept telling himself that this didn't matter).
Still, it was an absurd notion anyway.
Not completely unwanted.
But out of the question. Definitely.
Wednesday:
They hadn't had to play today so Frank had spent the day doing fuckall. He'd checked out some other bands but none had really grabbed his attention so he decided he'd go sulk back at the bus.
When he entered he was greeted by Mikey sprawled out over one of the couches, engrossed in his DS.
"Where's Gerard and Toro?" He asked, hoping to sound as neutral as possible.
"Dunno. Think they went to check out a set together."
"Oh." Great. They could've at least invited him.
"Anyone else here?"
"Nope."
"Alright." Frank fought the urge to groan. It wasn't like he didn't mind being there, alone, with Mikey but he felt just a little on edge. It wasn't Mikey's fault, Frank blamed his own goddamn imagination. With nowhere else to go he resigned to lying across the other couch in hopes of getting some shut eye. Maybe when he woke the others would be back.
He tried relaxing there as much as he could but not much time had passed when he could feel eyes on him. He cracked an eye open and sure enough Mikey was looking up at him from his DS. Seeing Frank had noticed, he took it as an invitation to speak.
"Problem, Frankie?"
"Nope." Frank said, popping the P.
He let his eyes close again but he couldn't get something off of his mind. Frank knew he shouldnt say anything but he couldn't help himself. He'd never been all that good at keeping his mouth shut. 'So,' he began, 'what fresh, young tail are you meeting with tonight?' The reply was quick.
"None of your business."
"Jeez, Mikey, I know that. I'm just messing with you. Mess with me back every once in a while. You know, I'm absolutely scandalized by your sex life." He laughed.
"Dude, whatever."
"Man", he said giggling, "you're such a buzzkill."
He felt a bit more at ease and let himself get more comfortable on the couch. He closed his eyes again and well, third time's the charm, right? It was when he was barely dozing off that Mikey decided to speak up out of nowhere.
"Do you like my brother?"
"What?" Frank sat up.
"I said: Do you like my brother?"
"Seriously? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Nothing, man. I'm just messing with you."
Frank didn't say anything for a second. Rather, it was like he couldn't say anything. He just sat there, mouth agape watching as Mikey chuckled proudly to himself. He just wished the guys would hurry up and get back. Eventually, he groaned and rubbed his hand over his face.
"I didn't mean like, not now - ugh why are you so dense. I mean, it runs in the family I get that but you could at least try to act like a regular, socially adept being-"
"Frank."
He hadn't noticed but somewhere during his tirade, Mikey had gotten up and was now standing over him.
"Can we get this over with?"
The look in Mikey's eyes was something Frank hadn't ever seen from him before. It felt like it was swallowing him whole and all he could manage in response was to mutter, "Sure."
He wasn't really sure of what he was conceding to but there was no time for him to wonder as Mikey pinned him against the back of the couch and leaned down over him.
The first thing Frank noticed was that Mikey's lips were soft. Like super soft. Not like Gerard's who's were rough and chapped and usually wet from where'd he'd been licking them during the show. The second thing Frank noticed -really noticed- was that Mikey was kissing him.
He felt some clarity return and pulled back. "Hey, what if-"
"They won't."
"They won't?"
"They won't." Frank didn't know why he was so sure of that fact but he couldn't really bring himself to care. All he wanted in that moment was Mikey's lips back on his, and something to grind against. Maybe he said that out loud or telepathy was just invented because all of a sudden Mikey's tongue was invading his mouth, his hands stroking over the uncommitted beard on his face, and positioning his legs over Frank's lap. Frank moaned when Mikey's tongue ran over his own then again when he felt his crotch make contact with the other's. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more.
"Greedy." Mikey chastised playfully but he wasn't cruel, he would give him what he wanted. He grinded down his crotch, dragging it up across Frank's, their hardons making contact through the clothes between them.
Frank keened at the contact, his head going fuzzy. "Hey, you wanna know what it's like, right?" Mikey whispered right beside his ear. Frank thought he tried to say something but he wasn't sure if any coherent words came out so he just nodded his head as best he could manage. Even that was sloppy and languid but it was better than nothing.
"Good." Then Mikey's hand found its way to his head and slowly started scratching there. It started off gently but quickly started to gain vigor and Frank's hair was yanked back. He accepted as the rest of his blood travelled south. "I need to go grab something, take your pants off whilst I'm gone." Frank's head lolled and he gargled something which was incoherent. Mikey tapped Frank's cheek lightly. "Frankie, can you do that for me?" He reiterated. Do something? Yeah, Frank would do anything right now if it meant he got to stick his dick in something quicker. And taking his pants off? Easy peasy. He hummed absentmindedly in acknowledgment and Mikey must have deemed it as enough as he got up and entered into the bunk area.
Frank laid there for a moment enjoying the haze in his head. They hadn't even really done anything yet and he was the horniest he'd ever been. Right. He had something to do. He didn't really want to move, but Mikey asked him to after all.
He started by unbuckling his belt (and totally did not struggle getting it off from his position.) Next, he lifted his hips and pulled his jeans down until they were off enough so that he could fling them across the room. He hadn't been told to remove his boxers so he left them on hoping that was the right thing to do.
When Mikey re-entered he flung what he was holding at Frank with a delayed "Catch." which he barely managed. "Pour that onto one of your hands." He said as he began to take his own jeans off.
Frank stared dumbly at the lube now in his hands before doing as instructed. When he had poured out what he suspected was enough he looked up to see Mikey reassuming his position from before over him, his leaking dick on full display.
"You're gonna open me up and then I'm gonna ride you." ...Seriously? It was like being romanced by a robot. But even then, the robot would probably have at least some idea of what seduction was.
"Way to keep the suspense, Romeo."
Mikey gave him a look but didn't humour him, instead he ignored him and pushed forward.
"Have you done it before?" He hadn't. But how hard could it be? He ignored Mikey's lameass question and placed one hand on mikey's hip for stability as his other hand tentatively approached his entrance. He hestitated before placing one of his fingers up against it and kinda just prodded at it. Mikey just groaned, annoyed.
"Out of all people I sort of expected you to have tried it before."
This fucking guy. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Relax." Mikey rolled his eyes and took the lube from where Frank had placed it by his side. He poured some out over his own hand and then brought it down to his entrance. "It's easy, look." He rubbed over his entrance a little before slipping his index in, then begun to slowly piston it in and out. Frank watched, enraptured.
"You've fingered a girl before right? It's pretty much like that."
"And how would you know." Frank couldn't help but bite back though it came out quiet, almost faraway. "Shut it." Mikey removed his hand and repositioned it over Frank's hip. "You try." So Frank did.
He twitched as Mikey shivered from the temperature change of the lube and slowly started working his finger in and out. "Like this?" He asked, only slightly nervous. "Uh huh, just like that, well done." Mikey praised. "You can speed up a little too." Frank did as he was told, speeding up his rhythm.
"Shouldn't you be like loose as shit anyway?" Frank mumbled.
"Yeah that's real nice Frankie, slut shame the guy who's kindly teaching you all this crap."
Frank felt bold and really pushed his finger in but what he wasn't expecting was for Mikey to gasp and arch his back, fingers digging into Frank's thighs. It took a moment before Frank realised what had happened "Oh that's the uh...sweet spot, huh?"
"Uh-huh". Mikey nodded. "Quick, add," He moaned, "another."
Frank did as he was told and was amazed at how easily it slid in there. He continued as before, hitting into the same spot.
"You're doing," a moan, 'so,' another, "well, Frankie." He emphasised this with a scratch to his head which Frank immediately leaned into, delighted. He worked another finger into him and he thought that it had gone in even easier than the one before. He kept up his rhythm, gradually opening him up, until Mikey's hand grabbed his wrist, halting his movements.
"Okay, I'm ready." Frank opened his eyes which he hadn't realised he'd closed to see Mikey staring at him and realised he was waiting for him to also agree. He nodded his heavy head.
"Get your dick out." That snapped him out of his reverie and he couldn't help but flush again at how goddamn unceremonious Mikey was being about everything. For some reason (oh yeah, he's never done this before) it felt weird to hear what Mikey considered 'dirty talk'. Or rather what was just him barking commands. Well, not like Frank minded all that much. It wasn't like he was expecting to get the hole rose petal treatment but come on.
"So fucking demanding." But he did as he was told anyway. He'd barely had it out a moment before he gasped sharply as he felt the tip of his dick disappear inside of the other. Despite what he expected, Mikey's hole was still pretty tight and it felt like it was sucking him in further and further. He let his head fall back and his eyes shut as he groaned in pleasure. His hands found their way to Mikey's hips and he grabbed them to ground himself. He could've stayed like that, floating in the pleasure, but Mikey caught hold of his chin and pulled him back. "Watch."
Oh, okay then. So, he did. He watched with hazy, lidded eyes as Mikey sunk onto his dick then off then down again and repeat. His pace was slow, and it was clear to Frank he was doing it on purpose. The way Mikey's walls squeezed around his cock was like heaven but it wasn't often enough for Frank's pleasure to build any higher and it was agonising. He bucked his hips in hopes Mikey would get the hint but instead Mikey took hold of his hips and pinned them down. He tried to fight against it but he felt like liquid and couldn't manage the strength to do so. So that's how the bastard wanted to play it. "Come on, Mikey..." He whined (not pitiful at all).
Mikey giggled through breaths. "Be patient, and you'll be rewarded, okay?" He said sweetly. Frank could've been a brat, he was kind of interested in seeing how far he could push Mikey since most of the time he was a pretty straightlaced goody-two shoes. He couldn't really think back to a time when Mikey had lost his temper. But he couldn't really think that well right that moment anyway. Mikey's hands released him and began to slide up under his tshirt. He let his hips lay flat (as best he could, he really, really wanted to pound into the prime twink meat positioned above him) and allowed as Mikey began to caress his torso.
It made him jump and unwittingly buck up. "Prick." He choked out, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that rode through him. Mikey laughed, even more breathless than before. He rode Frank's tshirt up, revealing his ink, and gave one simple warning. "Remember, don't move."
Then Mikey started to properly ride him and Frank could've sworn he was on the verge of blacking out. His vision went white as his eyes rolled back and his mouth lay agape with tiny gasps coming sporadically out of it. Mikey was getting louder above him as Frank's dick must have been repeatedly slamming into his prostrate, and it only spurred on the pleasure quickly building in his stomach. "Fuck, Mikey." He gasped out. Mikey only moaned, high-pitched and needy, in response. "Hey, look at me."
He tried his hardest to focus his gaze on Mikey but it was just a blur of movement. He hoped that it was good enough. He thought he felt his tongue loll out at some point but he couldn't be sure. All he remembered was the coil in his core springing loose inside of the other and the wet slapping noises as Mikey started to to jack himself off with vigor. He vaguely felt something warm land on his exposed stomach before reality slipped away.
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Frank blinked back to awareness, staring up at the ceiling of the bus. He was still on the couch. He groaned as he tried to sit up but decided propping himself up by his elbows was good enough. He was beat.
"Hey." Mikey's voice came from behind.
"Oh, you're still here."
"Uh-huh. Can't really go anywhere else." He joked. "Sorry about, uh, that. I'll clean it up now." Frank didn't know what he was referring to but when he followed his gaze he saw the puddle of Mikey's rapidly drying cum all over his bird tattoo, the angel one to be specific. He wrinkled his nose up at it. "Oh, yeah, alright."
He leaned back down and rested his head agaisnt his arms as Mikey sat down on the edge.
"Well?" He began to wipe down Frank's abdomen. "What's the verdict?"
"Huh? Oh, I don't know, I mean, you were uh yeah you were good - it! It was good." Frank kept his gaze firm on the ceiling.
"No dude, I meant, what was it like doing it with a guy."
"Oh." He flushed, embarrassed. "It was uh...it was like," He paused, trying to find the right words to use, "an even better fleshlight?"
Mikey laughed. "Wouldn't that just be a vagina?" Frank hummed. He watched as Mikey wiped off the last of the gunk. "By the way," He started, "how were you so sure no one would walk in on us. Pretty risky, don't you think?"
"Oh, uh." Mikey looked away and Frank had to crane his neck just to see the side of his face. He could've sworn he saw a blush appear over Mikey's cheeks. "I asked everyone to stay out during the afternoon..." He mumbled.
Frank didn't know what else to do but laugh. "So you orchestrated this whole thing?"
Mikey groaned. "You'd been staring at me ever since I asked you about..well.you know what! So I just thought..."
Frank blushed at that. Had he really been that obvious? "So, what then? They all think you were holed up in here banging some guy."
"Probably. I mean, that's what I was doing, right?"
"...yeah." Frank sighed. "Great."