Archive of Our Own

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"We should go on dates," she says over drinks at the bar while the latest Skeleton Crew baby band soundchecks.

"Dates?" Jamia asks.

"Yeah, dates," Lindsey replies. "I mean, we're dating. We should go on dates. I think it'd be good. You and me, just us. Frank and Gerard."

"Is that a good idea?" Frank asks quietly.

"I don't think it's a bad one. I think you and Gerard maybe deserve a chance to... be in love." She waves a hand around. "You've spent so long hiding it, suppressing it. Let yourselves just be, and I think J and I could have some fun while you're off doing it."

"Okay," Gerard says right away. Jamia nods next which gets Frank to nod, too. She reaches her foot over through the high legs of table to nudge Frank in the shin.

"I just think you guys deserve a chance to be really happy, and then we can all get back together and be happy that way, too."

"Okay." Frank links his fingers with Gerard's. "When?"

"We could do it next weekend?" Jamia suggests. "Friday night?"

"Next weekend in three days or the weekend after that?" Frank asks.

Jamia rolls her eyes. "Three days."

"Specificity," Frank says.

Jamia smacks him. "I swear you learned that word just to annoy me."

Lindsey grins. "So Friday. We can go on dates. Meet up again Saturday." She's already making plans.

"I'm in," Gerard practically purrs. She nearly laughs. Clearly Gerard has plans, too. She laces her fingers with Jamia's under the table and squeezes. Jamia squeezes back, and Lindsey's stomach swoops. The band starts playing, and they turn to watch.

"I miss going to shows where I'm not half working," Jamia practically shouts in her ear. Lindsey just smiles.

The rest of the night is pretty enjoyable. There are good sets and shitty ones. One of the shitty ones in particular annoys Frank and Jamia.

"They're fucking better than that," Frank mutters after they're done.

"Practice space visit," Jamia says.

"Yup," Frank replies and sighs. "Dammit."

"Yeah," Jamia replies.

Lindsey reaches out and squeezes Jamia's arm. "You two will sort them out."

"Frankie will," she says. "He's magic with the bands."

"Why don't you have one yourself?" Lindsey asks.

Frank shrugs. "Never found the right band at the right time. My best chance fell apart. We did get to tour a bit and record an album, but it never went further."

"You recorded an album?" Lindsey asks excitedly. "For real?"

Frank grins. "For real. I sang and played the guitar and everything."

"They were great," Gerard tells her. "Frank was -"

"Everyone loves the frontman," Jamia teases.

Frank runs a hand through his hair and grins. "I did my best. I was the only one who could sing even a little bit, so..."

"I'd like to hear the album if you don't mind sharing," Lindsey says.

"I don't mind at all. I'm proud of that. Though... just keep in mind that I was nineteen, okay?" he laughs.

"I bet you were adorable," Lindsey drawls.

"He had dreadlocks," Jamia whispers.

"Only for a while," Frank protests. "And you went out with me anyway."

"I did. I was still happy when you cut them off," Jamia says and reaches out to tug on his hair. He kisses her quickly. Lindsey wasn't lying; Frank is really growing on her. She could watch him with Jamia all day.

Frank and Gerard get pulled aside by someone they apparently knew a million years ago, and Jamia gently bumps her hip against Lindsey's. "Any favorites tonight?"

"The second band, definitely. They had personality." Jamia nods and grins.

"They're my favorites, too," she whispers conspiratorially. "Shh, don't tell."

"I won't, promise," Lindsey replies.

"The one that bombed the hardest really does have the most potential. I don't know what the hell happened."

"J," Lindsey says after a beat, "The guys aren't coming back."

Jamia looks. "The bathrooms are in that direction." Jamia tips her head back and laughs. "Of course."

Lindsey leans in and whispers in Jamia's ear, "What do you say we go out to your car, get in the backseat, and see where that takes us?"

Jamia laughs.

Lindsey lifts an eyebrow. "That's funny?"

“It is if you know what Frank and I did after his birthday party," Jamia tells her.

"Oh, did you?" Lindsey asks with a grin. She nudges Jamia toward the door. "Tell me," she says when they get outside.

Jamia grabs her hand. "You were so fucking hot in that dress, and Frank was so happy. I had to pull over a few blocks away and ride him," she murmurs.

"I was?" Lindsey asks.

"You started it," Jamia murmurs. "All that talk of corsets."

"That was ages ago," Lindsey says.

"And you were still hot then. Apparently corsets do it for me," Jamia says just as they get to the car.

"I have a real one that's not just part of a dress. I'll wear it for you sometime." Jamia whimpers, and Lindsey leans in and kisses her.

"In the car," Jamia whispers.

Lindsey obligingly slides across the back seat, and Jamia climbs on top of her, filling her hands with Lindsey's tits.

"Been having such a hard time not staring at these all night," Jamia mutters against her lips as she runs her thumbs over Lindsey's shirt and bra. She feels her nipples start to harden already.

"That was the point," she replies breathlessly. Jamia makes a frustrated little noise as she tugs Lindsey's shirt up and her bra down. She leans down and licks over Lindsey's nipples. They're completely hard now, and when Jamia blows a cool stream of air over them, Lindsey moans. She cups them again and starts sucking, a few seconds on one, a few on the other, moving back and forth.

"Want my mouth all over you," Jamia tells her.

"Same here," Lindsey replies. "One place in particular. Want to hear what kind of noises you make." Jamia moans loud. "I owe you one," Lindsey murmurs. "Let me?"

"Fuck, yes," Jamia replies. She gives Lindsey's nipples a little more attention before pulling back. They trade places, bumping into each other and laughing. Jamia's giggles fade when Lindsey shoves up her shirt and reaches up her skirt.

"Pull your bra down," Lindsey orders softly. Jamia obeys and lifts her tits free. Lindsey leans down and tongues roughly over both nipples before pulling back. "Pinch them," she says. "Want to watch you."

She pulls back far enough to work Jamia's panties down her legs. She slides both hands up Jamia's thighs but doesn't touch her pussy at all, just focused intently on Jamia's face, on her hands working her tits. She pinches and rolls her nipples between her fingers and squeezes. She's rough and panting, and it's so fucking hot, Lindsey can hardly stand it.

"Want my tongue now?" Lindsey asks, flicking just the tip against Jamia's thighs.

"Please," Jamia begs. Lindsey smirks down at her and shoves her skirt up around her waist. She leans down and licks up the top of one of Jamia's thighs. She nuzzles the soft area below Jamia's belly button and licks her way down. One of Jamia's hands lands in her hair. When Lindsey licks over her clit for the first time, Jamia moans, and her fingers tighten a bit, but she doesn't put any pressure on. Lindsey lifts her head.

"You don't have to be gentle. I like my hair pulled."

"Okay," Jamia murmurs, twisting long strands around her fingers. Lindsey leans back down and swirls her tongue around Jamia's cunt before sucking on her clit. Jamia moans again, and her fingers tighten to the point that Lindsey can really feel it.

"Yes, like that," she gasps and fucks into Jamia a few times with her tongue, then licks back up to her clit. She flutters her tongue against Jamia's clit and brings her fingers up and slides them inside.

"Oh, fuck," Jamia gasps and tightens her fingers in Lindsey's hair again. Lindsey crooks her fingers and strokes slowly over Jamia's g-spot. Jamia bucks up against her hand and mouth, and Lindsey starts sucking again. Fuck, she tastes good. Salty and perfect. She flattens her tongue and licks soft and gentle until Jamia brings her second hand down and puts them both in Lindsey's hair and pulls hard.

"Please, Lindsey." Lindsey works her fingers and her tongue a while until Jamia's panting and whimpering.

"I want to hear my name again, gorgeous," Lindsey murmurs.

"Fuck, Lindsey," she gasps. "Your fucking mouth. So good." Lindsey starts sucking again, hard and steady. "Linds. Oh god."

Lindsey would smile if she could. She sucks hard and then presses with the flat of her tongue as she crooks her fingers again, and Jamia bucks her hips up with a strangled "Linds!" Lindsey feels Jamia come around her fingers, against her tongue. She licks gently as Jamia shakes and moans. After a minute, her fingers relax in Lindsey's hair, and she tugs gently until Lindsey moves up Jamia's body and kisses her.

"What do you want?" Jamia murmurs.

"Just." Lindsey kicks her flats off, shoves her jeans down, and straddles Jamia's thigh and presses her tits against Jamia's. Jamia moans as Lindsey starts rocking them together. "Go on," Lindsey says breathlessly against her neck. "Come again if you can."

She rubs her cunt over Jamia's thigh, rubs her thigh against Jamia. For several moments, all she can do is pant and moan. She enjoys the feel of Jamia's tits against hers, the way Jamia's bunched up skirt presses into her belly as she rocks forward. Jamia curls her fingers into Lindsey's hair again and tugs until they're kissing. After that it's all mouths and hands everywhere they can reach and rocking against each other. They pull back periodically to pant into each other's mouths.

They speed up. Lindsey grinds down hard against Jamia's thigh. She's been ready for a while, but she loves the slow burn of doing it this way.

"Linds," Jamia grits out, working a hand in between them.

"Yeah, gorgeous," she breathes, and Jamia thumbs over one of her nipples, ducking her head to suck at the side of Lindsey's neck.

"Oh, fuck," Lindsey gasps. She rocks against Jamia, squeezes her thighs around hers, and comes, shuddering and moaning. She keeps moving through it. She wants to make Jamia come again.

"Come on, J," she urges. "Tell me what you need."

"Keep moving," she gasps. "Suck my tits. Bite. Lemme feel you. Fuck, Linds."

Jamia's nipples are still drawn tight, flushed pink and mouth-watering. Lindsey closes first her mouth and then her teeth, delicately, around one. She tugs, then moves to the curve of Jamia's breast, sucking a hickey into the skin. When she's satisfied that there will be a mark, that Frank will undress her at some point soon and see it and know Lindsey left it there, she moves to her other breast and gives it the same treatment.

All the while she keeps moving against Jamia. Her thigh is slick and sliding smoothly against Jamia and she can tell it’s just a matter of time. She takes Jamia's nipple in her mouth again and sucks hard. She twists the other in her fingers, not letting up at all, as Jamia moans in her ear, rocking up into Lindsey's thigh one final time and coming with a whimper.

"Oh god, Lindsey," Jamia breathes. "Fuck."

Lindsey stretches up to kiss her. And kiss her and kiss her.

Finally, she forces herself to sit up. She stares down at Jamia in the dim light from a distant streetlamp. Her clothes all in disarray, her tits hanging out, her cunt glistening and wet still.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous. All debauched for me. You gonna go home and make Frankie fuck you?"

"Till we can't fuckin' walk. What about you?"

"Depends if Gee got Frank to blow him like he told me he wanted. Depends what he's got left. Maybe I'll fuck his face. How's that sound to you, gorgeous?"

"Wanna see it sometime," Jamia murmurs, rubbing over Lindsey's thighs and reaches up to cup her tits.

"I bet we could arrange that," Lindsey replies.

"Wanna do that sometime," Jamia adds.

"Ride Gerard's face? He really fucking likes doing it," Lindsey breathes.

"I meant you. But...fuck, baby."

Lindsey leans up and kisses her again. "We can do that, too. We can do lots of things. I've got a lot of plans for us."

"I like the sound of that," Jamia says with a smile. Lindsey grins back and gently pulls up Jamia's bra and tugs her shirt back down. They put each other back together and Jamia tucks her underwear in her purse.

"You should hand that to Frank," Lindsey suggests.

Jamia grins at her. "Maybe I will. If Gerard got him off, I might just make him fuck me with a toy until he can get it up again."

Lindsey can picture it and, "Jesus, J. I want -"

"It can be your turn some other time," Jamia murmurs, cupping her cheek.

"Yes," Lindsey says fiercely and wraps her arms around Jamia and kisses her.

Jamia opens her mouth immediately, and their tongues move together until Jamia pulls back with a gasp. "We should probably go find the boys."

They let themselves out of the car, and they're decent but disheveled. Lindsey reaches for Jamia's hand. It's easier than expected to find Frank and Gerard; they're smoking in front of the bar. Gerard smirks at her and grabs her by the belt loops and pulls her close.

"Hey, beautiful," Lindsey murmurs.

"Hey, yourself. Have fun?"

"Yes, we did," Lindsey replies and leans up to kiss him. She wonders if she still tastes a little like Jamia.

"Guys, we're gonna go," Frank says from behind her. "It's been a really great..." He trails off, and Jamia laughs. Lindsey turns in Gerard's arms. Frank's a little bit pink, and Lindsey can see Jamia's panties peeking out of the top of his pocket.

"Really great," Lindsey agrees with a smile. "See you Friday, J."

"Bye, Jamia. Bye, Frankie," Gerard echoes. They watch them walk across the parking lot together, and Lindsey feels fingers creep under her waistband.

"Home?" Gerard says against her neck.

"Home," she replies. "And when we get there, you're going to fuck me, or I'm gonna sit on your face. And on the way, you're gonna tell me what you got up to in the bathroom."

He chuckles low in her ear and nudges her hips forward. "Then let's go trade stories because I definitely want to hear what you and Jamia were doing."

****

Frank and Gerard looked at each other a little sideways when Lindsey suggested they go out on a date, then promptly made plans to go see the horrible horror movie playing at the independent theater near Frank’s house the next weekend. Like most horrible horror movies, it just makes them laugh more than anything. They sit in the back and whisper to each other through the whole thing and barely notice when the movie gets to the last scene. When it does, it's so ridiculous that they sit in stunned silence for a second and then crack the fuck up. They're still laughing when they get out of the theater. Frank is so fucking gorgeous, cheeks pink and eyes shining, that Gerard just to push him against the wall and kiss the shit out of him.

Frank switches gears quickly, not that Gerard would have expected any less. He’s not complaining when he's got Frank practically climbing him - it's everything he's ever wanted to happen any of the dozens of times they've gone to the movies here, and he has to pull back. "Frank,” he says, “your house is five minutes away." Frank growls a little and holds on tighter, so they lose a few more minutes until someone yells at them to get a room. Frank pulls back and flips them off, and Gerard calls back, “Good idea, motherfucker, we will!” and tugs Frank off to the car. Frank doesn’t resist that either.

It’s the longest five-minute drive of his life. He sort of wants to firebomb the red light they sit at for a million years - they can literally see Frank’s street. Frank giggles maniacally beside him, and Gerard has to laugh, too, reaching over to pinch Frank's thigh until the light finally turns green, and he can turn. A minute more, and he’s pulling into Frank's driveway, then hustling into the house behind Frank. Once they get inside, Frank is on him again immediately, mouth on his neck, hands under his jacket. "Fuck, Frankie," Gerard says. "Fuck. Bedroom. I want.... Don't want to do this against a wall."

Before this - whatever crazy thing this is that they’re in the middle of - Gerard would have imagined the only way to do this is to go fast and hard, but he doesn't want that. He wants to take his time and drive Frank out of his mind. He tries to guide Frank down the hall right away, but Frank of course has to stop and let the dogs out and pet them and put them out into the yard. It gives Gerard a chance to cool down - a tiny bit - and just look around their house, Frank and Jamia’s house that he knows so well, where he's wanted this so many times. Where he’s tried so many times not to want this. When they finally get to the bedroom, they start taking each other's clothes off. Frank’s the one trying to hurry now, but Gerard's a little more focused, and he's moving slowly, deliberately.

Frank and Jamia have a big bed. Gerard laughed about it when he first saw it because they're both tiny people, but now he's glad of it. He still feels a little weird that Jamia and Lindsey aren't here. Paradoxically it feels even more like he's performing, on display. Frank is staring like he can’t get enough, like Gerard will disappear if he looks away. Gerard tries to make it count, tries to make a show of unbuttoning his cuffs and taking his shirt off. Frank doesn't even laugh at him when he takes off his shoes, so he supposes he's successful. Then Frank makes this little noise when Gerard takes his pants off, and Gerard asks, “Do you want to be fucked again, Frankie?" Frank nods wordlessly, and Gerard gets up close and starts stripping him. "Do you want to know how many times I've jerked off to that memory?" Gerard whispers, and Frank moans.

"Me, too," he croaks. "Me fuckin’ too." Frank wraps a hand around the back of Gerard's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. Gerard uses his tongue, fucking into Frank's mouth with it, and Frank breaks the kiss to gasp. "Gee, please," he whispers, grabbing Gerard's hand and putting it on his hip.

Gerard leans over to open the nightstand drawer and tosses a bottle of lube on the bed. He pulls off Frank's shoes then goes for his fly, opening it up and shoving his pants down his legs. And chuckling. "No underwear, Frankie? You always this easy?"

Frank laughs, too, a little bit of a groan behind it as Gerard traces the bottom of his swallow tattoos with his thumbs. "For you, yeah."

Gerard smiles. Smirks, probably, given the way Frank bites his lip, and presses a kiss to the middle of Frank's chest. "Bet you're just easy. Bet Jamia unzips you and pulls you between her legs all the time, wherever and whenever she wants it. You fuck her in the office, Frankie? Over stacks of demos on your desk?"

Frank's eyes widen, then show a bit of a sparkle. "Maybe I do. Maybe I should let you use your imagination."

Gerard pulls their hips together, groaning as their dicks rub together just right, and mouths along the side of Frank's neck. "I am using my imagination," he says. "Do you want to know what I'm thinking of now?" He rubs his hand over the head of Frank's cock, spreading the moisture already gathering there, strokes him a few times before pushing him down onto the mattress.

"Duh," Frank gasps, moving his hips against Gerard's.

Gerard pops open the bottle of lube and gets some on his fingers, then lifts up enough that he can get his hand between Frank's legs, rubs his fingers lightly over Frank's entrance. He leans down to whisper in his ear. "Jamia and Lindsey eating each other out and you watching. Just watching." Frank moans and tries desperately to get more contact with Gerard's fingers. Gerard pulls his hand back and holds himself above Frank's body, not touching him. "Would I need to tie you down, Frank?"

"N- n-" Frank tries to get a "no" out just as Gerard pushes two fingers inside.

"Maybe not," Gerard muses. "But I think you'd like that. I would. I'd lick all your tattoos while I was at it. Lindsey loves it when I do that."

"I want to -"

"You want to see that, or you want to do that?" Gerard asks.

"Both," Frank says. "Everything." He reaches out for Gerard's shoulders, pulls him down to kiss him again, shoves a hand into Gerard's hair, and holds him there.

"If you were a good boy, Frankie, I bet Lindsey would fuck you after. All that sweaty ink - yours, hers, so pretty, fuck - what do you think, Frank?"

"Yes," Frank gasps again, head rolling back against the mattress as Gerard adds a third finger and starts thrusting them harder. Frank moans Gerard's name, and Gerard leans down to kiss him. He goes slowly, forces himself to be gentle, in contrast with what his fingers are doing below. Frank kisses back desperately, and Gerard pulls his fingers out, making Frank whine brokenly while Gerard slicks up and presses into Frank with a hard thrust.

Frank keens, arching his back and panting. Gerard leans down and licks his chest. "Wanna fuck you while you fuck Lindsey sometime, too. Watch her face over your shoulder as you hit all her spots."

Frank moans.

“You want anything, Frankie?” Gerard whispers in his ear and changes his angle, so he hits Frank’s prostate.

“Fuck,” Frank chokes out. “Fuck. Want everything.”

“That’s not an answer,” Gerard says, twisting one of Frank’s nipples between his fingers. Frank arches up again.

“Want you to ride me, pin me down while I eat out Jamia and—” Frank moans again when Gerard thrusts slow, but hard. “—and Lindsey’s fingers in my ass.”

Gerard gasps at that, leaning down, so he can kiss Frank hard. “Shit, Frankie.”

Frank wraps his legs around Gerard’s waist, his arms around Gerard’s neck, and pulls him as close as he can get him. “Please, Gee. Please.”

Gerard nods, buries his face in Frank’s neck, and totally lets go, thrusting hard and fast, mouthing at the tattoo on Frank’s neck. He reaches between them and wraps his hand around Frank’s cock, just letting the momentum of his own thrusts push Frank’s dick into his fist. Frank’s coming within moments, clenching around Gerard and moaning. Gerard pushes his hand into Frank’s hair, looks at his face for a second before leaning in and kissing him again and again, thrusting one last time and coming hard. He collapses onto Frank, and Frank keeps himself wrapped firmly around Gerard, not letting him go or pull out.

****

Frank wakes up early the next morning. Gerard doesn’t sleep contained like Jamia; he’s all twining arms and legs. More like Frank, really, except he actually manages to wake Frank up doing it, and then once Frank is up, he stays up, preferring to study the wild tangle of black hair on Gerard’s pillow instead of sleeping in.

God, he’s beautiful.

He’s beautiful and filthy, completely ridiculous and inexplicably sexy, and Frank gets to fuck him now, and he is not over that. He’s also not over thinking about his wife and Gerard’s girlfriend, doing - whatever they’re doing right now. Maybe sleeping. Jamia likes to sleep in. Maybe cuddling in the kitchen over coffee.

The thought of coffee is what drives him out of bed. He detours to the bathroom and heads down the stairs, only to find that Jamia has set the auto-brew function on their machine because she is actually a goddess in human form. Frank pours himself a cup and sips it while leaning against the kitchen counter, then fills a mug and adds all the shit Gerard likes in his perfectly good coffee and carries the mug upstairs. He sits it on the dresser, though. If he gets his way, Gerard won’t have time for it for a while.

Gerard is sprawled out on his stomach, arms clutching the pillow. Frank can see the spread of his legs under the covers and bites his lip. Yeah, he’s never going to be over this. He crawls on the bed and drapes himself over Gerard’s back, kissing behind his ear, his neck, running a hand down his arm and settling it on Gerard’s side.

“Mmmph,” Gee says and stirs.

“Morning,” Frank murmurs into his ear.

“Ugh,” Gerard answers and turns over, dumping Frank off him unceremoniously. “It’s a good thing I love you,” Gerard tells him grumpily.

Frank turns on his side and brushes Gerard’s hair back from his face, cups his cheek. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, it is.”

Frank leans down, pressing his lips to Gerard’s. Gerard smiles into the kiss, and Frank knows he’s forgiven for waking Gee up. Frank kisses down his neck, kisses across his collarbones and down his chest. He stops to suck Gerard’s nipples, biting at them and licking them.

“Frankie,” Gerard moans and buries his fingers in the hair on the back of Frank’s head. Frank keeps working down, licking his stomach and around his belly button. Gerard’s hand still on his head. He tries to push Frank down further, but Frank resists, moving to nip at Gerard’s hips, lick his thighs, suck his balls.

Gerard sighs above him, but it’s not a frustrated sigh. Frank determines that he’s getting this right and keeps teasing. Keeps putting his hands and mouth everywhere but Gerard’s cock until Gerard is moaning, and his hips are moving in ways it’s clear that he can’t quite help. That’s when Frank wraps a hand around the base of Gerard’s cock, seals his lips around the head, and sucks. Gerard moans. Frank swirls his tongue and drops down farther until his lips meet his fist. Frank wants more, wants to take him all the way in, but he’s pretty out of practice with the deep-throating, so he holds back, only going down so far. Gerard doesn’t seem to mind if the noises he’s making are any indication.

Frank pulls off, his hand working up and down Gerard’s cock. “Gonna make you so crazy, Gee.”

“Fuck,” Gerard gasps when Frank runs his thumb over the head of Gerard’s cock. “You already are. Please.”

Frank leans back down. Gerard whines in the back of his throat when Frank doesn’t put his mouth back on his cock. Frank just smirks into Gerard’s hip and gets his hands around Gerard’s thighs and pushes them up, wider, and Frank puts his tongue to Gerard’s puckered entrance. Gerard moans long and loud.

Frank keeps licking, delicately, then with more pressure, then a stripe with the flat of his tongue from Gerard’s balls all the way down his crack and then back to Gerard’s entrance. He fucks into Gerard with his tongue, and Gerard writhes against him.

“Please,” Gerard begs again. “Please fucking fuck me already, Frankie.”

Frank leans up, pausing to sink his teeth lightly into Gerard’s inner thigh before reaching over and getting the lube out of the nightstand. He leans back on his knees, sitting on his heels, and looks down at Gerard. He’s got a wild look in his eyes, his hair is a truly fucked up mess, and he’s almost more gorgeous than Frank can stand.

“Please,” Gerard whispers.

“Yeah,” Frank says with a nod. “Yeah.”

Frank squirts some lube on his fingers and slides them both inside Gerard. Gerard thrusts against them, moaning and thrashing.

“Fuck, Frankie, need you,” Gerard gasps out. Frank adds a third finger, thrusting them slowly in and out. He crooks them, feeling for Gerard’s prostate and stroking it when he finds it. Gerard keens, hips bucking up.

Finally, Frank can’t even stand it anymore, and he removes his fingers and slicks himself up. “Knees up, Gee,” Frank whispers, and Gerard wraps his hands around the backs of his knees and pulls them up to his chest, holding himself open for Frank. Frank moans at the sight, lines up, and slowly pushes in.

“Gerard. God, you feel so fucking amazing. You are so fucking amazing.” Frank leans down and kisses Gerard, their tongues moving together. Gerard tries to speed it up, tries to move his hips faster, but Frank’s having none of it. He keeps at his slow pace, slow kisses, slow thrusts, all to drive Gerard wild.

“Frank,” Gerard moans, the word breaking over a moan mid-syllable. “Faster. Please. Fuck me already.”

Gerard wraps his legs around Frank’s back and pulls him down as close as he can get him. This time Frank goes with it, sinks down hard, and when he pulls back, he does it again. He starts moving his hips faster, angling for Gerard’s prostate. He doesn’t hit it every time, but holy shit, he can tell when he does. Gerard groans and clenches around him. Frank reaches between them and wraps his hand around Gerard’s cock and starts moving it in time with his thrusts. He hits Gerard’s prostate one last time, and apparently that’s it for Gerard because he moans and comes, spurting over their bellies and Frank’s hand. Frank pulls nearly out and then thrusts back in slow and steady and hard one last time and comes too, collapsing down on Gerard’s chest.

Gerard wraps his arms around Frank, breathes hard in his ear. “Frankie. Jesus.”

Frank nuzzles Gerard’s chest. He can’t quite form words yet, and Gerard’s arms around him feel nice. More than nice. Kind of perfect.

“I didn’t say anything before,” Gerard says into his hair, “because I knew you were gonna give me an orgasm, but you tasted like coffee. Is there coffee?”

Frank bursts into giggles and bites lightly at Gerard’s nipple. “I even brought you some, fucker.” He gestures in the direction of the dresser.

“I really, really love you,” Gerard murmurs fervently. Frank laughs again and tips his head up for a kiss. Gerard gives it to him happily. Frank pulls back, rolls off him, and stands, crossing the room to get Gerard’s coffee. It’s still hot, even. Gerard sits up in bed, and Frank hands it to him carefully.

“Be right back,” he says and goes into the bathroom to clean up a bit. He comes back in and sits next to Gerard on the edge of the bed.

“Hey,” Frank says.

Gerard swallows the coffee in his mouth. “Hey,” he answers with a smile.

“I love you,” Frank says. He’s said it before, but the fact that he can say it, that Gerard can know all the ways he means it, that’s not getting old, either.

Gerard beams at him. “I know.”

****

Lindsey confesses after she and Jamia talked the guys into going out on a date that she’d already wanted to take Jamia to this show in the city. Some band Lindsey knows and one Jamia isn't actually familiar with, which shocks her because she feels like she eats and sleeps music. It's fucking nice to be at a show where she doesn't really know anybody, doesn't have any responsibility other than to listen to the music. Jamia is pretty sure Lindsey figured that one out, picked this on purpose, because she keeps stealing looks over at Jamia and smiling when she sees that Jamia is nodding her head or tapping the beat out on the neck of her beer bottle. The club is sort of a dive but clearly popular. Jamia keeps an eye on Lindsey, too, but while Lindsey keeps half an eye on the pit, she doesn’t seem super interested in getting in at the moment, busy listening and drinking beer. And catching Jamia staring at her. “Hi,” Lindsey says with a grin when their eyes meet.

“I was just -” Jamia starts before she remembers that Lindsey is probably really fucking okay with a little staring. Fuck, she’s still really not used to this, not used to how easily it’s all unfolding. “Enjoying myself,” she finishes, and Lindsey smiles even wider. Jamia turns back to the stage, and a moment later arms wrap around her waist. Lindsey draws Jamia back against her chest and rests her chin on Jamia's shoulder, and they watch until Lindsey’s friend's band finishes their set. They have a couple more drinks, Lindsey says hi to her friend, and then they leave partway through the main act. It’s even colder outside without someone warm and soft pressed up against her back, and Jamia feels a sudden, sharp ache. Almost enough to make her want to lean in right on the train back to Jersey.

She manages to wait, but she holds Lindsey’s hand until they get back to Lindsey’s car at the park and ride, and she has to relinquish it, so Lindsey can deal with the gear shift. They go back to Gerard and Lindsey's place, and Lindsey just pulls Jamia directly into the bedroom.

"Want you so fuckin' bad," Lindsey says as she tugs on Jamia's scarf, using it to pull her closer. "Almost dragged you into the bathroom at Dante's."

"I'd have let you," Jamia whispers against Lindsey's lips and finally starts kissing her, opening her mouth immediately to get Lindsey’s tongue. She kisses hard this time, nothing like before, nothing to split their concentration, just them kissing dirty, all tongues and teeth. Jamia feels Lindsey’s hands at her neck, pulling her scarf off, unbuttoning her coat and shoving it off her arms, pulling Jamia's shirt over her head so fast Jamia is almost dizzy with it. Lindsey guides her down onto the bed, pushes her back until she's lying with her head in a mound of pillows and Lindsey working on her shoes and jeans. She pulls them and Jamia's panties off with one hard tug and then just stands there staring at Jamia's body, naked except for her bra.

"So goddamn gorgeous," Lindsey murmurs. Jamia feels her face heat, but she doesn't look away from Lindsey, doesn't move to cover herself at all. It's been years since anybody but Frank has admired her quite like this, and somewhere along the way, she just got used to Frank's appreciative looks, his words about how beautiful he thinks she is.

After a minute, though, she can't take it anymore. She needs Lindsey. "You're still fucking dressed," Jamia says. Lindsey laughs and slowly starts taking off her clothes, not once looking away from Jamia. Lindsey gets her boots, pants, and shirt off and shucks off her panties. Jamia bites her lip when Lindsey reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra. She's seen them before, but jesus fuck, "Fuck, your tits are amazing."

Lindsey smiles and kneels on the bed, crawling predatorily up toward Jamia and running a finger along the edge of one satin cup. "So are yours. I catch Gerard looking at them a lot... maybe he wants to fuck them. Would you let him?"

Jamia imagines it. She's never really been into that. Frank's wanted to try it a few times, but mostly he likes other things more. The thought of Gerard straddling her, his cock sliding between her breasts, maybe someone eating her out at the same time, Gerard coming all over her... "Yes, holy fuck, yes."

Lindsey tugs Jamia up, unclasps her bra, and pulls it off, throwing it over her shoulder. Her mouth immediately goes to Jamia's tits, no fucking around. She sucks hard on one nipple, licks over, and sucks on the other before bringing her hands up to join, fingers and mouth together starting to drive Jamia crazy. When Jamia starts arching into it, Lindsey stops abruptly, swinging her leg over to straddle Jamia's belly and bending down until their breasts are just brushing together.

"Wanna do so many things with you. To you," Lindsey murmurs. "Wanna use my mouth all over you, every goddamn inch. Want my fingers in your cunt and on your clit. Want your tongue on me. Want you to fuck me. And that's just tonight."

Jamia reaches up and cups Lindsey's breasts. Their weight feels amazing in Jamia's hands, and Lindsey gasps when Jamia rolls her nipples between her fingers. “Always loved this feeling,” she murmurs, running her fingertips over the puckered skin, pressing down with her thumbs. It’s been such a long time since she’s had the opportunity. It’s different when it’s a man - when it’s Frank, broad shoulders and hard padded muscles. The ink reminds her of him, though.

“Always,” Lindsey echoes, sitting up again and moving, her mouth landing on Jamia's shoulder and working up her neck. She sucks for a minute in a way that's sure to leave a mark and then moves down Jamia's arm, across her belly multiple times, the kisses getting lower and lower until Jamia is certain she's finally going to get Lindsey's mouth exactly where she wants it. Instead, Lindsey moves down Jamia's legs, kissing her knees and ankles and moving back up to nudge Jamia over onto her stomach. Jamia registers hands on her ass, and then suddenly Lindsey is rimming her. Frank fucking loves that, but Jamia’s usually on the other side of it, and she can't help but buck and writhe a bit at the sensation. Lindsey doesn't stay anywhere very long, though. Suddenly she's moving up Jamia’s back to her shoulders and gently sweeping Jamia's hair away, so she can get to the back of her neck and suck another hickey into the skin.

"Fuck, Lindsey," Jamia moans.

“I said everywhere.” Lindsey rolls her over again and mouths at her breasts before finally, finally her thumb makes its way to Jamia's clit and her fingers join it, sliding easily inside Jamia's cunt. She wants to cry it's so fucking good. Lindsey keeps sucking at her nipples but starts to thrust her fingers at the same slow pace. Jamia can feel her orgasm building already, bursting all over her in a wave of pleasure that causes her to shudder and buck. Lindsey slides down and pins her, sucking Jamia's clit like nothing is happening. When she finally stops coming, Lindsey moves up her body again, straddling Jamia's belly. Jamia can feel how wet Lindsey is and moans. She moans louder when Lindsey puts the fingers that were just fucking Jamia into her mouth and sucks Jamia's come off of them.

"I want you to fuck me now," Lindsey says and reaches over to the bedside table. She pulls out a dildo and a black leather harness, and Jamia can’t help the little noise she makes.

"Yeah," Jamia breathes. “Do you - does Gerard - “

Lindsey hums, working on getting the harness untangled and the dildo placed properly. “We have. Not much. He’s - I like getting fucked.” Her voice goes all gravelly on the last, and Jamia still hasn’t caught her breath when Lindsey helps her pull the harness on and tighten the straps. Once it's on, Jamia just looks down for a moment; she wraps a hand around the pale blue cock and rolls her hips. Yeah, she's definitely ready for this. She grabs Lindsey's shoulders and pushes her onto her back, kissing her hard before moving down, nudging Lindsey's legs open, positioning, and pushing inside. The straps pull, and the top of the dildo presses against her clit when she bottoms out inside Lindsey.

"Jamia," Lindsey moans. "Fuck. Fuck me. Hard."

Jamia pulls back and thrusts her hips back in. She’s pretty sure Lindsey's eyes roll back in her head, so she keeps doing it. Unrelenting long, hard thrusts, a little twist at the end keeping enough friction to make her lose her own breath as well. She keeps going until Lindsey gasps, wraps her legs around Jamia, and pulls her in as hard and deep as she can. Jamia pulls back fast, though. She pulls out and moves down, and her tongue goes directly for Lindsey's clit. Lindsey's hips come off the bed, and she shouts wordlessly, but Jamia just tightens her hands around Lindsey’s hips and keeps licking and sucking, tongue fucking into Lindsey and then back up to flick at her clit. Lindsey comes again within moments, her thighs shaking around Jamia's head. Jamia unbuckles the harness and tosses it aside, lying on top of Lindsey with their thighs intertwined and kissing her and kissing her and kissing her.

"Fuck, Jamia, that was perfect," Lindsey whispers between kisses and moves her thigh against Jamia, Lindsey’s chest pressing harder into hers.

Jamia moans and does the same. "Fucking yes. Perfect." They rock together, rubbing and moving against each other until they both come again. Not quite as strong, but still damn good.

****

Lindsey wakes up to the sensation of fingers gently circling her nipple, and she hums and turns over before she even opens her eyes. “Keep going, J,” she mumbles. Gerard is at his most groggy and pliable early in the morning. She fucking loves it when he’s like that, but she also loves that it’s Jamia in her bed now, taking the lead and touching her nice and slow and - Lindsey opens her eyes - looking sleep-flushed but intent. “You have plans for me?”

“Nah,” Jamia says, biting gently at Lindsey’s stomach. “I’m just gonna go down here and -” She presses her tongue against Lindsey’s clit, wide and flat, and alternates slow flicks with gentle circles. Lindsey moans, reaching down and pushing her fingers through Jamia’s hair, pushing it off her face and touching her forehead, her cheeks, cupping the back of her head as Jamia starts fucking her gently with her tongue.

“Fuck,” she breathes, “I - get back up here.” Jamia responds to Lindsey’s tugging by sliding up between her spread legs and all the way up her body, all silky skin and soft pale curves and tongue licking gently into Lindsey’s mouth, so she can taste herself. She moans again, pressing up with her hips, sinking her fingers into the curve of Jamia’s ass to drag her down harder.

Jamia gasps a little, pumping her hips a few times before she leans down and flicks Lindsey’s earlobe with her tongue. “I was just starting to get into that,” she teases in a whisper. “But I have an idea.” She pulls back, and Lindsey whines a little until Jamia slides back down her body, facing the foot of the bed this time. She props herself up on an elbow and reaches out to put a guiding hand on Lindsey’s hip. “Race you,” she hums, leaning back to suck Lindsey again, and Lindsey scrambles to reciprocate.

Slow’s been forgotten; it is a race, now, complete with gasped breaths and fingers gripping hard enough to maybe bruise a little. A race or maybe a dance where they twist and buck under each other’s hands and mouths. Whatever it is, it’s over fast. Lindsey comes hard but goes right back to fucking Jamia with two fingers and her tongue until she gasps and stiffens, too. Then Lindsey squirms around and drapes herself over Jamia’s chest, so they can kiss some more. Lindsey finds herself nearly asleep again when Jamia nips at her bottom lip and says, “Hey, no. Wake up, lazy, you owe me breakfast.”

“Says who?” Lindsey drawls.

“Says the girl who won. Feeeeeed meeeee,” Jamia says, giggling and poking at Lindsey’s sides with her fingers. It must be an Iero thing.

It’s really fucking cute, though. “I think we both won,” Lindsey grumbles, but she gets up and fumbles for a t-shirt anyway. She’s got pancake batter in the cupboard, and she’s making Jamia do the dishes. Possibly naked.

****

Making and eating breakfast with Lindsey is fun. They don't even put on proper clothes. Lindsey just throws her one of Gerard's old, thrashed t-shirts and pulls one over her own head. Jamia fucking loves watching Lindsey's bare ass as she moves around the kitchen.

She wants to hijack the cooking process almost constantly, but she behaves and keeps her hands to herself. Mostly.

They shower together when they're done with breakfast. They get each other off again as they're toweling themselves dry and then get in the car to drive back home. Well, home for Jamia. Her entire body feels really fucking good. She's happy to see Frank, though. She's been wondering about him. Knowing, of course, that he was fine and happy. She's more curious than anything else. Frank practically pounces on her when she opens the door, hardly lets her get her shoes off.

"Hey, pretty," he says against her lips. She feels Lindsey brush by them, and her hand trails over Lindsey's ass.

"Having a good weekend?" she murmurs.

"The best," he replies. "I'm glad you're here now." He puts his hands on the small of her back and draws her even closer.

"Where'd you leave Gerard?" she asks. She can hear him and Lindsey but not see them.

"In the kitchen eating a truly weird sandwich," Frank replies.

"What'd you get up to this weekend?" she whispers.

"We went to that stupid horror movie we saw the previews for. Then we came home, and he fucked me."

"You're not gonna get your fill of that anytime soon, are you?"

"But this morning I fucked him," Frank says smugly. She smiles and tugs the strings of his hoodie.

"And how about you?" he asks.

"I fucked her last night with a dildo. Wearing Lindsey's harness."

Frank hums in her ear. "Bet you liked that."

"Linds liked that. A lot."

"I want to see you two," Frank says quietly. "Last time I wasn't - I was too -"

"You were caught up, I get it," she replies. "Maybe tonight?"

"It's a date. Guys," Frank calls as he walks into the kitchen. "We have naked plans later. Your presence is required."

"Let's eat and watch some tv for a while first," Lindsey laughs. "I haven't gotten this much exercise in a while."

"You just ate," Jamia points out.

"That was like, an hour and a half ago. I'm fucking hungry." She snatches Gerard's sandwich off his plate and takes a bite. And promptly makes a face. Frank giggles.

"You are disgusting," she tells Gerard. "And you suck," she tells Frank.

"Only on request," he tells her. "Want me to make you a normal sandwich, Linds?"

"Please," Lindsey says. "How can you eat that?" she asks Gerard.

"He does it just to make Frank laugh. He's done shit like that since they first met," Jamia explains.

"Figures," Lindsey says with a smile at Gerard.

"Frankie has a great laugh," Gerard says and wraps his arm around Lindsey's waist. "Can you blame me?"

"Not at all, honey," she says, tipping her head up for a kiss. He leans down and kisses her quickly and then finishes the last few bites of his sandwich.

"That really was revolting," he says straight-faced when he's done. Frank has to put down the knife he's using to cut a tomato for Lindsey's sandwich he's laughing so hard.

Jamia grins. "Cut another tomato, Frankie. I'm hungry, too."

"See? We worked hard this morning," Lindsey says with a delighted laugh.

"We did," Jamia admits.

"Have you fucked her yet?" Gerard asks. "She really fucking likes being fucked."

"I did. Last night," Jamia says.

"Isn't she fucking gorgeous like that?" Gerard asks.

"She is," Jamia replies with a grin.

Frank sets plates in front of Jamia and Lindsey. "Food. TV. Then we can fuck more."

"And you were all ready to go when we got here," Jamia teases him.

"Well, I was maybe overstating my ability to do so at the time," Frank admits. Jamia laughs and pulls him down for a kiss.

"I love you," she whispers against his lips.

"Me fucking too," Frank murmurs back. Jamia and Lindsey eat their sandwiches while Frank and Gerard tell them about the movie they saw. Jamia's laughing too hard to eat at Gerard gesticulating about plot holes, and Lindsey isn't too much better. They move out to the living room. Gerard flops into the over-sized chair and pulls Lindsey down with him. She toes off her shoes and pulls her legs up to curl against his side, and he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

Jamia sits in her usual spot on the couch with Frank next to her. She swings her feet up into his lap, and his hands land on her shins. Jamia grabs the remote and scrolls through the channels and stops on the Food Network. They settle in for an episode of Chopped. They all have Opinions about the dishes and contestants, and it turns out to be an even more fun watching experience than she anticipated. She figured they'd probably all nod off for a while.

After a bit, Frank pulls her closer. She settles against him with a sigh. He curls his fingers under the hem of her shirt and strokes her skin gently as they watch. Now she's feeling sleepy, warm, comfortable, and happy. She rubs her face against Frank's chest and breathes in, and then she falls asleep for a while.

When she wakes up, she meets Gerard's eyes. He's unashamedly staring, watching them both. Jamia, just blinking awake; Frank, still gently stroking her side. She smiles at him. She's caught him at this before on sleepy Saturday afternoons much like this one. Before, she didn't really know how to react. Sometimes she'd laugh, sometimes tease, sometimes just ignore it. Now it feels like something she can acknowledge.

"See something you like, Gerard?" Jamia murmurs.

"Always," he replies. "Have we spent enough time eating and watching TV?"

Frank's hand stills.

"I say yes," Jamia says.

"I say upstairs," Frank says.

"I like this plan," Lindsey says. She sits up and stretches her arms over her head. Jamia stares.

"You totally missed a great opportunity to make a Ghostbusters joke there," Gerard says. "I'm disappointed."

"I wouldn't want to take away your chance to point it out," Lindsey says easily, pushing herself to her feet and crossing to Jamia. She tugs Jamia up and into her arms.

Jamia slides her hands around the back of Lindsey's neck. "I told Frank maybe we could give the boys a show. What do you say?"

"I say that sounds like fun," Lindsey murmurs. "A lot of fun."

"Lead the way," Frank says with a smirk. Jamia leans over to kiss him and pulls Lindsey up the stairs. She waits until the boys are inside to pull Lindsey's shirt over her head.

"You two should get naked, too," she says over her shoulder.

"There should be a law," Linsey murmurs, "Forbidding you three from wearing clothes."

Jamia shushes her, "Don't give Frank ideas."

"I am just saying, you're very pretty, and I like looking at you," Lindsey says and takes off Jamia's shirt. She traces her fingers over Jamia's clavicle and down over the edges of her bra.

"Likewise," Jamia says. She pushes off the rest of her clothes herself and goes after the button of Lindsey's jeans. She can hear the boys rustling around behind her, but she's intent on Lindsey. She steers Lindsey backwards to the mattress and climbs on top of her as soon as she's done and cups Lindsey's tits in her hands. She slowly runs her thumbs in circles around her nipples and looks into Lindsey's face.

"What are you planning, gorgeous?" Lindsey says lazily, skimming her fingers up one of Jamia's thighs.

"Wanna taste you all over. You got to last night. Now it's my turn," she says decisively. "After I'm done with that, I guess we'll see. Maybe we'll have some audience participation."

"I can guarantee that," Frank says thickly from across the room. Jamia peeks; Gerard's got him tugged up tight against his chest, removing items of clothing extremely slowly, inch by inch of fabric.

"Gotta wait. I have a gorgeous girl under me that I really fucking want to get off a time or two first," she murmurs.

"Yes, please," Lindsey says. Her eyes flick to Gerard, then back.

"Gee," Jamia says, "You paying attention?"

"Yeah," he breathes.

"Any suggestions?" Jamia asks.

"Use your teeth," Gerard murmurs.

"Okay," she replies and shoves Lindsey's shoulders down onto the bed. She goes up on her knees, and Lindsey slides out from under her to lay her head against the pillows. "You're not naked yet," Lindsey points out.

"So?" Jamia says. "I'm a little busy here." She leans down to close her teeth around Lindsey's collarbone.

Lindsey sucks in a breath. "Please? Wanna see you. Feel your skin."

Jamia smiles against her throat. "I can't really say no to that, can I?" She sits back on her knees and unhooks her bra and pulls it off, then pushes her underwear down her thighs. "Better?" she murmurs. "Your other half tells me to use my teeth on you. Where should I start?"

"That was good. What you were doing," Lindsey replies and reaches out to trace her fingers over Jamia's shoulders. Jamia hums and returns to Lindsey's collarbone, biting down on both sides before pressing her teeth against the curve of Lindsey's breast below.

"Yes, that," Lindsey whispers, and Jamia bites a bit harder before closing her teeth around an already-hard nipple and tugging. Lindsey moans, and Jamia runs her tongue over the nipple, then moves to the other. She tugs with her teeth and bites down on the top of Lindsey’s breast until she leaves marks she can lick. Lindsey writhes underneath her, pushing into Jamia's mouth, hands twisting into her hair, but she doesn't tug when Jamia slips slowly downward.

She wants Lindsey's pussy again, and she wants it now. She stops to leave tiny stinging bites on the tattoo on Lindsey's stomach, then runs her teeth down Lindsey's hipbones and nudges her legs further apart. She pauses, poised to take Lindsey's clit in her mouth.

"Do you want my teeth here, too?" Lindsey just whimpers, so Jamia goes for it, closing her teeth around the flesh with the lightest pressure she can manage.

"She can take a little more," Gerard murmurs as he gets on the bed beside her. "She especially likes it on her lips. Like you would her nipples on the inner lips. Lots of suction on the outer ones."

His hand is resting on her waist, as easily as it would if they were dressed. But they're not. Jamia can feel the heat off his bare skin. She makes a small noise and follows his directions. Jamia swirls her tongue around Lindsey's clit and moves down. She sucks her inner lips into her mouth, closes her teeth around them, and tugs just like she did with Lindsey's nipples. Lindsey moans long and loud. Jamia feels Frank settle on her other side, right at Lindsey's hip. She looks up at him and slides her tongue right into Lindsey's cunt. She's starting to know Lindsey's noises now, knows she's worked up and close to coming.

"Fuck, babe," Frank murmurs. "You're so fucking gorgeous eating her out."

Jamia smiles at him and sucks hard on Lindsey's lips, one after the other, then licks into her again and then up to her clit. It doesn't take much to get Lindsey to buck up and come, and she's in motion right away, tugging and rolling Jamia over and kissing her dirtily. Jamia is abruptly aware of how turned on she is. She's wet and wanting, and Lindsey's mouth is just making her even more ready. Lindsey moans against her lips, and Jamia looks up to see Gerard's hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her hips back against his crotch.

"Yeah," Lindsey breathes, rocking back, and then Jamia feels Frank wrap around her from behind.

"God, so wet," Gerard moans.

"Jamia did it," Lindsey replies. "Fuck, Gee. Let me... I need to touch her."

They shift forward, and Lindsey is practically on top of her. Jamia cups her tits, trying to get her mouth back on them, but she’s startled into a moan when Frank's fingers push into her from behind.

"Oh, fuck," Jamia moans. Lindsey leans down and takes her nipple in her mouth just as Frank reaches around to cup her breast. His fingers skitter away when Lindsey’s mouth touches them.

Frank fucks into her with his fingers a few times before she feels his mouth along her shoulder. He replaces his fingers with his cock, smoothly but not slowly, and Jamia whimpers against Lindsey's temple. Lindsey moans and rubs herself against Jamia. She feels fingers rubbing against her tit and realizes they’re the backs of Gerard's from where he's cupping Lindsey. She gasps, and suddenly the fingers are gone.

Jamia circles her hips back against Frank and twists her face back to kiss him, and he runs his hands over her sides. Lindsey's breathing hard against her neck, and fuck, she wants more of her. She grabs one of Lindsey's hands and pulls it down to her cunt. Frank whines against her mouth, hands tightening on her hips. Lindsey swears and bites down on her neck. Jamia realizes Frank can feel Lindsey's fingers, too.

Then Lindsey pinches her clit, and Jamia moans. She's so close, so ready to come, and when Frank moves his hand off her hip and tangles his fingers with Lindsey's, and they start stroking together, she does.

She throws her head back against Frank's shoulder and clenches around him, and soon she feels him come too, feels the heat, feels his groan of pleasure rumble in her chest.

"J," Lindsey breathes.

"Love you," Frank pants in her ear. She reaches back and pulls his head around, pulling their mouths together as she watches Gerard tug Lindsey up against his chest, arms curling around her as he thrusts harder. She watches his face as he fucks into Lindsey, watches until his eyes meet hers, and she takes a deep breath and sits up, pulling off Frank.

She lays kisses over Lindsey's stomach and slides her fingers over her clit. Gerard's nearly there, Jamia can tell, eyes squeezing shut and mouth open, thrusts still controlled. He starts mumbling under his breath, a curse as he bottoms out with each thrust, and after a few more moments he stutters and freezes and comes. Lindsey reaches for Jamia, and it's Jamia she braces herself against, pushing back into Gerard's thrusts and coming with a low moan. She gasps into Jamia's skin and pulls herself up, so she can kiss Jamia. They kiss and kiss.

Jamia feels Frank's hands rubbing over her, feels the ghost of Gerard's hands where he comes close to her as he touches Lindsey.

Jamia finally pulls back and rests her forehead against Lindsey's. "You didn't give me a chance to explore you like I wanted."

"Damn," Lindsey murmurs. "Guess we'll have to do this again, so you can."

"Trust me?" Jamia whispers, for Lindsey's ears.

"Of course," Lindsey whispers back.

"I have an idea," Jamia says, speaking quickly while Gerard is still catching his breath.

"What kind of idea?" Lindsey whispers back.

"What kind of idea?" Frank echoes, curling around her back. Jamia should have known he was listening.

"More dates," she answers.

"More dates?" Gerard asks, settling back on his knees and reaching out to stroke Frank's calf.

"Not with him," Jamia tells him, "He's spoken for."

"I am?" Frank asks. Jamia glances at Lindsey.

Lindsey nods in understanding. "By me," she tells Frank.

"You get me," Jamia murmurs, looking at Gerard over Lindsey's shoulder.

"I am totally okay with that," Gerard replies. She smiles at him, resisting a weird urge to cover up. As if he hasn't seen it all by now. Frank slips off the bed and goes to get them washcloths. Lindsey's the one to clean her up. She returns the favor, and they settle down on the bed. Jamia hands Gerard the remote.

"Movies up here mean not moving," she grins. She curls around Lindsey.

"Thanks," she whispers. Lindsey kisses her forehead.

"It'll be good. I think we need it, even," she whispers back.

Jamia knows she does.

****

Frank meets Lindsey in the driveway when she pulls up and shoos her straight into his car. She looks at him quizzically, a little smile on her face, but goes with it.

“Where are we going?” she asks, buckling her seatbelt.

“You’ll see,” Frank grins at her and backs out of the driveway.

“Okay, then,” she says, and they talk about their respective days. It's been about a week since he's seen her and Frank tells her about how he listened to some demos and heard a band he actually liked for the first time in a while. Lindsey tells him about helping a friend get ready for her big New York City gallery debut. Jamia or Gerard would have known by the second or third turn exactly where he was taking them, but Lindsey doesn’t know Jersey very well yet. It actually makes this a lot more exciting, in a way. When Frank turns into the parking lot of their destination, Lindsey starts laughing. “Family Fun Center, Frank?”

“Hell, yeah. We’re gonna get so many dirty looks for daring to be tattooed and in the presence of children. It’s gonna be fuckin’ great,” Frank tells her. She smirks conspiratorially at him, and Frank feels like he won a prize. He always feels this way around her, sort of shocked, like when he makes her laugh he’s really accomplished something. He remembers feeling that way when he’d first met Jamia - when he’d first met Gerard, too - and he gets a little bit of a fluttery feeling in his stomach.

They go in, and Frank pays for a round of miniature golf and two giant soft pretzels at the snack counter. He gets a little nudge in his side for it, but she doesn’t object. They take turns putting and holding each other’s pretzels. They start shit talking each other by about the third hole, and then it’s all over.

“Oh come on, Iero. My blind great grandma could hit that golf ball better than you,” Lindsey mocks when one of his putts goes off a ramp and into a water hazard.

“Fuck you, your first putt jumped over onto hole thirteen and fuckin’ knocked right into some poor ten year old’s ball. You could have prevented an innocent kid from getting a hole in one,” Frank fires back.

A mother with her family a couple of holes over huffs loudly and shoots a glare their way. Frank holds in a fit of giggles, and it looks like Lindsey is doing the same. It continues like that for the rest of the game. Frank kind of can’t stop smiling when he thinks she’s paying attention to her putting, and it doesn’t look like Lindsey can, either.

Afterward, he drives them to a diner, and they sit at one of the small, two-person booths and order milkshakes.

“This is pretty high school,” she jokes when they get their milkshakes.

“Shut up, you love it,” Frank says, and she crumples up her straw wrapper and throws it at him, but then she smiles.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ve had a lot of fun tonight, Frankie.” She slides her glass out of the way and leans in far enough that she can kiss him. He smiles into the kiss. She tastes like Oreos and mint.

“I’m glad,” he says finally. “I - just thought this would be something that - I’m glad.”

“You didn’t have to take me out at all,” she points out with a tiny glint of humor. “I’m sort of what you might call a sure thing.”

“No, Linds, that’s the point, right? It’s not a - this isn’t -” Frank stutters to a stop, confused at himself.

“Okay, yeah,” she says softly. “Yeah, I get you.” She takes another sip of her milkshake, then reaches across the table to grab one of his hands. “I’ve been watching your hands all night,” she tells him in a different tone. Frank feels it all across his skin.

“I’ve been watching - shit, Lindsey, every part of you. You ready to go?” She smiles a tiny smile, one that reminds him unaccountably - or maybe not - of Gerard, and nods enthusiastically. Her pigtails coil against her shoulders. She’s so fucking gorgeous. He grabs her hand on the way out to the car, and she laces their fingers together. It feels normal, and something in his chest that was a tiny bit off-center slides into place.

She takes control of his car stereo on the way to her apartment. It’s not a long drive, but she insists on playing him this rockabilly band she was telling him about on the golf course, and they’re great, like he knew they would be. Lindsey has good taste. In pretty much everything. Obviously.

“Wonder how Gee and J are?” he muses. “I -” He stops.

“I was wondering, too,” Lindsey tells him. “I think -” She trails off, then adds, “I like knowing they’re together.” Frank doesn’t reply right away; he’s busy pulling his car into a parking spot on the street right in front of her building. She adds, “I like being with you.”

“Good,” he says as she unlocks the apartment. “Good,” he repeats and stops her with a hand on her hip and he turns, and he kisses her again, free hand cupping her face. She sighs a little as he moves his mouth to her neck and says, “I’ve been watching your mouth, too.”

“Good,” he says again.

****

Frank’s been surprising Lindsey all evening. Not the teasing and the ragging on her mini golf skills - that’s pretty much to be expected, it’s Frank. But mostly she’s surprised at how he’s a total gentleman. She hasn’t seen that side of him since the first few times Gerard took her out with him and Jamia when he was clearly on his best behavior. Frank and Jamia themselves have been together so long that they’ve fallen into a totally different sort of rhythm. It’s actually sort of disconcerting. It makes her understand how impossible it must have been for Jamia - for Gerard - to have resisted him.

Lindsey’s sure, though, that they’re on the same page now. They’re in the kitchen kissing, and Lindsey’s really fucking ready to be doing something more. Then Frank pulls back and grabs them a couple of beers.

She likes that he feels at home enough here to do it, but she bites back a sigh and says as mildly as she can, “I thought you'd be more impatient than this.”

Frank smiles a little and says, “Sometimes things are better slow.” Then he just looks at her.

She realizes then that he wants her to run the show. She’d noticed before - how could she not - that Frank liked to give up control, but she'd thought it was just with Gerard. She shivers and feels herself get wet. Wetter. But she takes the beer from him and takes a swallow. “Can we take it slow in the bedroom?” she asks, starting to consider the situation, and Frank nods. Lindsey takes his hand and leads him down the hall, taking a large swig of beer as she goes. His grip on her hand is firm, and fuck, she wants his fingers. For a start.

They go into the bedroom, and she turns and sits on the foot of the bed right away, looking him up and down. She toes her shoes off, and he does the same, taking another sip of his own beer with this little smirk. She can suddenly see everything that Gerard sees in him, more than ever before. She has no clue how Gerard managed to keep his hands off him for so long, actually, and as she’s pondering how glad she is about the course their relationship has taken, she finishes off her beer and hands it to him. Frank takes the last swallow of his, sets both bottles on the dresser, and comes back toward her. She grabs his hips and pulls him between her spread thighs, wrapping her arms around his waist. Frank leans down and kisses her, resting his hands on her neck. She deepens the kiss, pulling him closer, so she can feel him get hard against her. He's already halfway there.

She winds her arms around his neck and pulls, leaning back into the mattress. He follows her, chasing her mouth, kneeling on the edge of the bed and pressing his thigh between her legs. She moves a little bit against his thigh, arching her back. She watches his face, his eyes fixed hungrily on her chest, and pulls him down against her again, pulls his mouth back to hers, this time arching up so her breasts press against his chest.

“Linds,” he groans, pushing himself up enough that he can mouth at her throat, lick down into the deep v of her shirt. “Your tits are -”

“Amazing?” she asks, amused, reminded of Jamia this time, and he nods wordlessly. “Take my shirt off,” she orders throatily. “And yours.”

He lifts up, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it. He leans down and goes more slowly with hers, sliding it up her belly, mouthing at her tattoo there before sliding it all the way up to her armpits, pausing to nuzzle at her tits before lifting her up and pulling it the rest of the way off.

“Bra?” she teases. He goes even slower with that part, tracing under the straps with his fingers, licking along the edges, pushing the cups aside to suck her nipples one by one. She threads her fingers into the hair at the back of his head and holds him there. His tongue swirls around her nipple, and he gently closes his teeth over her.

She gasps and whispers "harder," and he bites down with more force. She moans and arches. “Sit up,” she tells him and pushes herself up, too. He's beautiful. She’s always known that - broad shoulders tapering into a slim waist, covered in ink, and she lets herself explore for a while. His fingers move gently along her sides, and the scrape of callouses reminds her how badly she wants his fingers.

"Take my pants off," she tells him. He trails his fingers up her sides, over her shoulders, brushing her breasts, before reaching for the button on her jeans. He gets them undone and pushes her down on her back, unzipping them and pulling them off.

"Panties, too?" he asks. He's trailing his fingers under the elastic already, thumbs brushing along either side of her slit, and she heaves in a shaky breath - it tickles a bit but feels so fucking good. “I'm gonna take that as a yes,” he says.

"Fuck yes," she breathes, and he pulls them off. He looks at her expectantly. "Fingers. I want your fingers," she orders.

"Where?" He's got a teasing smirk on his face.

She pauses, tilts her head to study him, trails a hand down his chest. “Where do you want them, Frank?”

"Everywhere," he answers immediately and leans down to mouth at her knee. "Your pussy," he murmurs against her skin, "your mouth. Your ass."

“What else do you want, Frankie?”

"Wanna eat you out. Want your legs wrapped around my head and your fingers in my hair."

She moans, can't help rolling her hips a little bit. "Is that all?" she asks breathlessly.

“Want to suck on your tits while you ride me hard and fast. Think you can wear me out?” The more she loses it, the bolder he gets, and the look he gives her makes her nipples tighten.

She bites her lip. “Let's find out. Fingers," she demands.

Frank trails them up her leg, and she grabs his hand and pulls. He lets his body follow, and she wraps her lips around two of his fingers and sucks, swirling her tongue around them. When she stops sucking, he pulls that hand back but wraps her hair around the other, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he goes right for her clit. She bucks up into his hand and moans into his mouth, wrapping her hand around his wrist and directing his fingers down farther, into her cunt. He rubs her clit with his thumb while crooking his fingers inside, feeling for her g-spot, and it turns out she was right about the callouses. They feel amazing. Frank feels amazing, pulling back and kissing down her stomach, whispering against her skin as he works her with one hand and trails the other hand between her cheeks to rub at her ass.

She pulls in a deep, shuddery breath. "More."

He catches her eye, then leans down to kiss her stomach again and slides his fingers through her wetness before gently pressing one inside her ass. She gasps and clenches around his fingers. He gently thrusts the fingers of his other hand in and out of her pussy, thumb still stroking her clit.

"More," she demands again. He obliges, sliding in a second finger next to the first. Her hips move back and forth, fucking herself down on both his hands.

"Someday, Gee and I are both gonna fuck you. His cock in your pussy and mine in your ass," Frank tells her.

"Fuck," she gasps and sucks in a deep breath. She opens her eyes and looks at his face. He's watching her again.

"Jamia can work a cock," she tells him. "I don’t think I have to tell you how good she is at that. Maybe her in my ass and you in my pussy."

He moans. "Whatever you want. Both. Whenever, wherever you want it."

"Frankie," she moans. Because he fucking stopped. Not that she blames him for being distracted. It's a distracting thought either way. He laughs breathlessly and nuzzles her hip and starts moving his fingers again. He's going slow, and fuck, it's so fucking good. She thrusts down on his fingers as hard as she can, using her hands for leverage.

"Impatient," he whispers unsteadily but still doesn't speed up. She moans and collapses back down flat on her back. Frank leans over and kisses the tops of her thighs, and she's sure he's about to use his mouth on her, is fucking dying for it, but all he does is pull back a bit and start moving his hands faster, harder, rubbing deliberately, muttering under his breath about how beautiful she is, how much he wants to see her come.

She clutches the sheets tight in her fists. "Fuck, Frankie. Fuck, fuck, fuck," is all she can manage to say. He keeps going, moving both his hands in tandem. He sweeps his thumb firmly across her clit, and her hips lift off the bed. She comes hard, moaning and clenching around his fingers.

"That's right," he tells her. "That's next. Gonna fuck you, babe. Tell me - tell me how you want it."

"Like you said," she pants. "Wanna ride you. Want your mouth on my tits. Wanna hold you down."

Frank moans, pulling his fingers out of her, which startles a gasp out of her. "Don't worry, gonna fill you up again," Frank says. He shoves off his pants and underwear and crawls up the bed.

She immediately pushes him onto his back and swings her leg over him, positions his cock with her hand, and sinks down with a groan. Fuck, he feels huge and hot and so good, watching her face carefully, thrusting up hard until they fall into the same rhythm. When Lindsey leans forward a bit, all of a sudden she's got friction going right on her clit where it's still swollen and sensitive, and she's got Frank's mouth wrapping around a nipple and sucking hard. She rolls her hips, loving him buried deep inside her, loving his mouth on her, loving how her body is thrumming, how she can feel the blood rushing everywhere.

"Frank," she whispers and leans in farther, so she can get her mouth on him. She wants to taste him. She kisses up the side of his throat, along the line of his jaw and back to his ear. She sucks gently at the earlobe then bites sharply, and he swears and pushes himself up underneath her, fisting a hand in her hair and dragging her mouth back to his. She grabs his shoulders and hangs on, fucking down onto his cock as he reaches for her hip with his free hand.

She keeps going, his hand encouraging her movement. When he moves to put it between them, to go for her clit, she says, "No. Wanna come just like this. Just your cock."

"Ok," he whispers, tightening his grip on her hip, sending the other back up her torso to tweak her nipples with his fingers. "Keep going, I just - you feel so good, baby," he tells her.

She rolls her hips a few times before lifting up until he nearly slips out of her and then sinking back down again as hard as she can. He cups her breast in his hand, running his thumb across the nipple lightly, then encourages her to lean up again, so he can get his mouth around it, sucking and biting down and lightly tonguing it and repeating it all again. She starts working her inner muscles in earnest, clenching around him on every thrust, every movement, and he moans around her tit.

“Fuck,” she says. “Love your cock.” Frank’s only response is to thrust up into her hard and switch his mouth to her other breast. They keep moving until suddenly Lindsey feels her whole body clench, and she comes, shaking and moaning.

“Oh, fuck,” Frank groans and follows, coming inside her. And god, she loves the feel of that, too. She collapses against his chest, and then he’s rolling her over onto her back. She clings with her legs, so his softening cock doesn’t slip out quite yet. She’s not ready.

“Can’t eat you out if you don’t let me move, babe,” he whispers into her ear.

“Gimme a second,” Lindsey whispers back. “Need to feel you still.” Finally she lets her legs fall to the bed, and he slips out of her. He gently kisses the tops of her breasts and between them, kisses down her belly, tongue tracing the tattoo there, licks down the crease of her hip on one side, then up the other. He kisses her inner thighs, and then his tongue is lapping at her pussy, licking his own come out of her. She groans and grabs his hair and hauls him up her body again, shoving her tongue into his mouth.

They kiss for a long time until all she can taste is Frank.

“Shit, that was hot,” she breathes when he pulls back. He smirks at her and starts the whole process over again, the same pattern as before, until his tongue is back down where she really fucking wants it. She’s tender, and every stroke of his tongue sends sparks all over her body - and he’s not even on her clit yet. “Frankie,” she whines.

He smirks evilly at her and licks down her folds again, dipping into her cunt, and then finally, finally he’s on her clit with these maddeningly delicate strokes of his tongue. She writhes against the sheets and grabs his hair again, pulling him closer and wrapping her legs around his head. Her heels press into his back, and he grips her thighs tightly with his hands. She laughs when she realizes this is exactly what he wanted from her and tightens her grip on his hair. He starts sucking her clit hard, alternating the sucking with strong flicks of his tongue, flutters so rapid she can barely feel them, and then sucking again. She can barely breathe or think, and every time she bucks up against his mouth he just moves with her.

“Frankie, Frankie, Frankie,” she chants. It’s when he pulls one hand off her thigh, dips two fingers in her cunt, and then slides them back into her ass that she comes again. He just keeps licking her, moving his fingers slowly, prolonging her orgasm and nearly sending her into another. He only stops when her body relaxes again, when she lets her thighs fall away from his head, and her hand in his hair starts carding through it instead of gripping it tight. He turns his head then and nuzzles into her hand, rests his chin on her hip and smiles up at her, face shining with come and spit.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers.

“You are,” she counters and tugs at his hair again, gently this time. “Get up here.”

“Mmm, in a minute.” He rolls off the bed and onto his feet. “Be right back, baby.”

Lindsey watches his ass as he goes into the bathroom. Listens to the water run, to the little sounds he makes. He comes back into the room with a washcloth in hand and kneels on the bed next to her. He swipes it over her gently - over her breasts, between her legs - and then tosses it in the direction of the hamper and settles next to her, pulling the blankets up to their waists.

Once they’re under the covers, Frank just leans on his elbow and looks down at her, running his fingers over her face and down her arm. Lindsey laces their fingers together and smiles at him, leans in for a kiss, and turns onto her side with her back to him, pulling his arm around her. He crowds up behind her, nuzzling her neck, and cups her breast, brushing it softly with his thumb. It feels really nice.

“How do you feel about waking up with my mouth on your dick?” she murmurs sleepily.

His quiet chuckle rumbles at her back. “One of the best ways to wake up.”

“Good.”

“How about you, any preferred methods of waking?” His hand strokes down her belly and back up, lightly brushing her left breast with the back of his fingers and then cupping the right again as if he intends to fall asleep that way. She doesn’t mind.

“Mmmm, I like fingers. And kisses,” she informs him.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Night, Linds,” he whispers into her hair and kisses her just behind her ear.

She tries to say goodnight, but it mostly ends up as “mmm” before she drifts off.

****

Gerard is nervous. He's not really sure why. It's Jamia, not some alien. He knows her, knows he likes spending time with her, knows he likes kissing her. It's nothing to be nervous about, and yet he still is.

He's glad she called a little earlier to change their plans. Apparently she'd had a long day and had had to deal with assholes more than once. Gerard had offered to reschedule, but she'd insisted.

"I don't wanna mess up Frank and Lindsey’s plans, and I wanna see you. Just not a fuckton of other people like we would at the restaurant. I'll cook."

He’d been surprised at the depth of his own disappointment, and the strength of his own relief when she had made the offer. Gerard knows that they need this; he just hadn’t gotten around to formulating a plan of action yet.

He comes over around seven, knocking on the kitchen door. She greets him wearing a Skeleton Crew t-shirt and jeans. Her feet are bare, and her toenails are painted bright purple. He's pretty sure she's never been sexier to him. At first it's like so many other times he's been over - helping her reach things in the cabinets, chopping onions, that sort of thing. He has this nearly irresistible impulse to kiss her when Jamia's stirring the sauce on the stove. He has it every single time he watches her cook anything, but he always, always pushes it away. This time, he realizes, he can give in; he puts a finger on her chin and presses gently until she turns her head, then kisses her. She kisses back and is fucking blushing a little bit when Gerard pulls away, so that just means he has to kiss her again.

Gerard uses his tongue this time, goes slowly and thoroughly until he feels her tremble. Touching her is leaving him breathless, too. He inhales a few times, exhales slowly, resting his forehead against hers. "Shit, Jamia," he whispers.

"Gee," she answers, sounding just as needy.

"Food," he whispers, and she looks down at the pot in front of her.

"You really want to wait for the food to be done?" she asks.

"You're cooking for me. That's special. That's -”

"I've done it before," she points out. "You've stood right there as I did it."

"But it wasn't just for me. It was... this is special." He knows that he's red, that his breathing is fast. He steps back to let her cook but keeps his hands on her. She bites her lip and starts stirring again. Gerard asks her how things went at the office, and they both laugh over her story about how badly Eddie put his foot in his mouth today. He loves her smile.

Gerard decides that helping Jamia cook is most effective when he contains himself to stealing kisses every once in a while. Jamia asks him to set the table, has him grab the nice dishes she and Frank hardly ever use. While Gerard is nosing around the kitchen, he gets some candles from the cupboard where he knows they're kept.

“The power outage candles?” Jamia teases him when she sees what he’s holding, but she's also blushing a little bit, so Gerard knows he’s on the right track. They finally sit down at the table and look at each other over the steaming serving dishes, and there's a long, awkward pause. Jamia starts giggling.

Gerard grabs her hand and laughs, too. "We're being ridiculous, aren't we?"

Jamia laces their fingers together. "Maybe a little bit. I'm still me, and you're still you, and we've still known each other forever. But this is new, too. I think... we're allowed to be a little ridiculous while we're figuring it all out?" Gerard smiles and nods and lifts her hand to his mouth to kiss it. She laughs again. "Okay, eat before it gets cold."

Gerard takes a bite and moans. He fucking loves Jamia's cooking. "You are my favorite person in the world right now," Gerard tells her.

"If cooking you a meal I've made a thousand times before was all it took, I'd have done it sooner." She turns red once the words are out of her mouth, and he reaches for her hand again.

"You're my favorite person a lot of the time. You and Frank and Lindsey all rotate. Sometimes it’s all of you at once. And sometimes, it's just because you smile at me. No cooking required." Gerard tells her about how he spent part of the day working on some design stuff and then spent the last half of the day painting characters from his comic. "I probably shouldn't have. I've got a deadline coming up on this thing for one company, but I needed to, like, recharge my art batteries. Do something for me."

She nods and tells him how usually things are pretty good on Fridays, but today she'd had to field a million wrong numbers because apparently someone put an ad on Craigslist with a mistyped phone number. "Ours, of course. Not even our main line, our fax line, so it took like three tries to send off one contract. And then the people in the office next to ours had a major fucking leak in their bathroom, and they didn't realize until I fucking called the building management. It was a disaster. It's a miracle we didn't lose anything important, and we’ll have to have fucking construction guys in next week."

“Maybe they’ll be hot?” Gerard offers, and she snorts. They eat and clean up together, falling into familiar patterns even without the usual third - or fourth - set of hands. Jamia rinses the dishes, and Gerard puts them into the dishwasher. He probably spends too much time deciding how best to load them, considering the angles and the direction of water spray.

Jamia laughs at him, tells him to just "put the goddamn dishes in the goddamn dishwasher." Gerard laughs and does as she says, valiantly ignoring the angles. When he puts in the last dish, she pins him against the counter, leans up, and kisses the shit out of him. He makes a noise of surprise in the back of his throat and wraps his arms around her waist and kisses back.

Gerard loses track of how long they kiss against the counter. He slides his hands up under her shirt and strokes her back and sides and belly. She pulls back once, giggling. "Ticklish?"

She sounds husky, a little fucked out already. "Just a little right there."

Gerard strokes the same spot more firmly. This time she moans. "We should go upstairs," he whispers against her lips.

"Yeah," she whispers back. He takes his hands from under her shirt and slides the backs of his fingers up her sides, over her breasts, and cups her face before kissing her again.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he tells her.

She bites her lip. "Upstairs," she says and pushes him back, taking his hand and leading him up. Gerard has been up these stairs so many times. He's even been up them to have sex, but this feels different. Like when he turns the corner into the bedroom, it'll be like defeating the final boss: everything he's been working for will be on the other side. Except, of course, Frank and Lindsey are out together, so it's purely metaphorical. Jamia certainly isn't something to be defeated.

She hesitates in the doorway, shadows from the hall light falling across her face. It's dark in the bedroom; she holds her hand up for him to wait, and he leans against the door jamb. Jamia moves around the bedroom, and little lights spring up in the dark. Candles. She's lit more candles. "Wow," he breathes. "That is -"

"Over the top?" she finishes.

"Perfect," he corrects her. He steps into the room, runs a thumb across the curve of her cheek where the golden light is hitting her. "You look so fucking beautiful," Gerard repeats. "Always, but especially now. I don't even know what to do with you."

“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” Jamia murmurs in response. “Well - the first part. Not the second.”

Gerard frowns for a moment, then says, “We need to talk a little, don’t we?” She bites her lip again. That’s about as clear of a “yes” as he could expect. “I thought that might be it. Jamia -” She sits on the edge of the bed, and after a moment’s hesitation, he sits next to her, not touching. “Sometimes,” he continues, “it was really hard for me not to resent you, and I hated it every time it happened because you and Frank are amazing together. You're one of my favorite people."

She says, "I could say the same thing, you know."

Gerard takes her hand. "Yeah. We maybe should have all come clean about this a long time ago, huh?"

She smiles this time. "We weren't ready to. If things had been different, maybe you wouldn't have met Lindsey and brought her into our lives."

"That was the last straw, you know," he tells her in a whisper. "Seeing Lindsey touch you and make you lose it, seeing how you connected like you were made for each other, too. It made me realize none of us can really hold back, but I still did for a while. I think I was scared."

“Gee,” she whispers back, "I don't want to hold back. I want… I wouldn't even let myself think of you like that for years."

"And now you are?" he asks.

“All the time,” she says. “I can't stop thinking about it. I've seen you with Frank... with Lindsey....”

“Now you get me all to yourself," he murmurs, leaning over to brush his lips along her cheek. He whispers directly in her ear, "What are you going to do with me?”

“I think I'd like to start just by getting your clothes off,” she says wryly. “I’ve never gotten to, and you're so -"

"I'm so?" he asks. He's fishing a little bit, but he wants to hear what Jamia thinks about him.

"You're… you're so pretty. So… just… touchable."

"Pale as a vampire," he teases. “That’s what Frankie says.”

"Beautiful," she whispers, "White skin...soft...your eyes, so beautiful."

She's bright red at this point, and he takes pity on her and reaches out to cup her face again. "Then what, J?"

"Then, um, I want your hands. Your hands are… they're really amazing," she says. Gerard runs a hand up her arm and puts his fingers in her hair.

"What would you want me to do with my hands?" he presses.

"Undress me, touch me - everywhere," she says. "I think - I think you want to. Then - fuck, I want your fingers inside me." She reaches up with her own as she talks, toying with the fraying collar of his t-shirt.

He bites back a moan. "Fuck, yes." He takes her hands in his and puts them on the bottom of his shirt. "Undress me," he says, and she pulls his shirt up and over his head and smooths her hands down his body. It makes him shiver.

She goes to work on his clothes, but when she gets to his jeans he has to help her get them off him. "Fucking tight jeans," she murmurs. "Shit, Gee, it's like -" She stops when she gets to his briefs. "These are so fucking sexy. I can't even take it." She dips her hands into the back of his waistband and grabs his ass, and Gerard hisses and bucks up into her hands a little bit.

"Your turn," he groans. "Fuck, I love your tits," he says with a happy sigh and pushes her shirt off her. He reaches up behind her and unclasps her bra, pulls the straps down until the cups fall away; he can't help but lean down and swirl his tongue around one of her nipples right away.

She bucks up into his mouth. "I guess - the talking is over?"

Gerard pulls back. "Do you want to talk more? I can do that."

She shakes her head but licks her lips and adds in a whisper, "Tell me why you changed your mind. Just... just that."

“Why I changed my mind about what?" he asks, smoothing her hair out of her face.

“About me. What did I do? To make you want me, after all these years, enough to - to be here."

"Jamia. It's… you didn't… god." He doesn't even know where to start. He presses his forehead to hers. "You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever known," he tells her softly. "You're… I was so obsessed with my feelings for Frank and trying to just handle that and keep it in check that I didn't notice how you, well, you snuck in and took up residence right beside him and god, Jamia. You're still the same beautiful, wonderful you you've always been. I just finally pulled my head out of my ass and realized I was allowed now."

"Oh," she whispers. He pulls back and tips her chin up. Her eyes are shiny, and he has to kiss them, kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her mouth. Over and over. She grabs his hands and puts them on her breasts, and he leans down to lick them, suck until she's moaning and writhing against his mouth. He pulls away and nudges her to lie down so he can strip her.

Gerard moves back up her body and puts his lips back to hers. They slowly move up the bed, and Gerard’s mouth never moves far from Jamia’s skin. He can’t get enough. He wraps his arms around her, lowers her back onto the bed, and lies next to her, propped up on his elbow. She turns her head and looks at him. The light from the candles makes her hair glow reddish, and he reaches out to run his fingers through it, trails them down her neck and across her clavicle and down over the slope of her breasts, swirls the tips around her nipples and watches them tighten. He licks his lips and keeps moving his fingers, moving down her sides and across her belly. She sucks in a breath, and he looks into her face. He flattens his hand against her stomach, leans down to kiss just above her belly button.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. He walks his fingers back up, trailing his lips after them until he gets back to her mouth. “So fucking gorgeous,” he whispers against her lips.

They don’t kiss for long before she’s pushing his shoulder, rolling him on his back, and wrapping a leg over his thighs. “My turn,” she says and leans down to kiss his shoulder. She starts at the scar on his side from when he fell on a rake as a kid. Her fingers trace his body like he did hers, touching every mark, going back over every spot she touches that makes him shiver.

“J, you...” Gerard trails off and grabs Jamia’s hand, kisses her palm, sucks on her fingers. She moans as he works his tongue around her hand, jumps when she feels his hand on her thigh, and his fingers slide up and into her cunt.

“Shit,” she gasps, and he turns her onto her back, sucking on the underside of her breast, licking up to the nipple and swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard. "More," she says, "anything."

“So fucking beautiful,” he repeats hoarsely against her skin.

“Gee, please,” she begs. He rubs his thumb hard against her clit.

“Come for me, Jamia,” Gerard says, nipping at her collarbones. “Come now.”

She does, clenching around his fingers, arching up against his mouth and farther onto his fingers, pressing herself harder against his thumb. She hauls in a few heaving breaths and then says to him, “I got what I wanted. What do you want?”

“Jesus, J,” Gerard whispers against her skin, his hips twitching, “I want... wanna fuck you. Wanna see your tits while I do it. Want you to ride me.”

She slides a hand into his briefs and takes hold of his cock. “Whatever you want.”

“Jamia,” he whines, and Jesus, this could get addicting. She swings a leg over his thighs and settles down, working him with her hand. He moans. “Fuck. Please. Wanna be inside you.”

She lifts up, hand still on his cock, and sinks down onto it. She lifts her hips a couple of times, rolling them and getting used to the feel of him.

“Feel so good, Gee,” she tells him and then sits up, lifts her arms above her head, throwing her chest out, rolling her hips again. He reaches up, cupping her breasts, running his thumbs over the nipples softly, then rough, then softly again. She bends down, waits for him to take one of her nipples in his mouth and start sucking. Then she starts moving her hips in earnest, working herself up and down on his cock. He pulls his mouth away from her with a soft little pop and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her down, pulling her closer until their chests are touching. He’s breathing too hard to kiss her properly, but he presses his open mouth to the side of her neck and starts meeting the movement of her hips with thrusts of his own. “Can’t wait for Frank to see you fuck me,” she whispers in Gerard’s ear.

“Jamia,” Gerard moans, and she laughs softly in his ear as he jerks up and freezes and comes.

They rest in each others' arms for a while, and it feels incredibly nice to just lie there and brush his fingers through her hair. When he's sure she's woken up again, he lets his fingers go exploring further, gently but thoroughly, and she chuckles and guides his fingers back to her cunt. “More,” she whispers, “Please, Gee.” He's too sleepy and fucked out to get hard again quite yet, but he fingers her, mouthing her shoulder until she comes again, gasping his name. They wake up a little bit then, just talk some more - about Frank, about Lindsey, about their weekend plans - all with their arms wrapped around each other and their heads on the same pillow.

*

Gerard wakes up the next morning to Jamia kneeling between his legs and stroking his thighs. "Oh, yeah?" he rasps, reaching for her hand.

She smiles and evades his fingers. "Definitely yeah."

Fuck, she's gorgeous. He wants to touch her everywhere, but clearly she has other plans. He can wait. She wraps a hand around his cock, strokes the shaft slowly, and leans down to take the head in her mouth. "That feels good, J," he murmurs, collapsing back against the pillows to let her have her way with him. Her tongue swirls around, over the slit, and then she's sliding farther down, taking more of him in her mouth. He grips the sheets and tries not to thrust too much. It feels fucking great, but he wants more, and he tangles his fingers in her hair and tugs, gently. "Come up here," he tells her. She pulls off his cock.

"I was really enjoying your cock in my mouth, though." She's pouting, which is how he knows she's kidding. Jamia doesn't pout.

"I'll make it worth your while," he promises, and she moves up his body. He rolls her over when she gets halfway there, making sure she's cradled by the pillows before sliding down her legs. She makes a noise when she figures out where he's heading. He smiles. "Wanna taste you more than I want coffee right now, J."

She chokes out a laugh and reaches out to cup his cheek. "Then I won't stop you. Even if you did steal my giving-head thunder."

"It was memorable," he tells her before closing his mouth around her. She moans, her fingers push into his hair, and she holds on. He sucks her clit until her fingers clench in his hair, and then he swirls his tongue around and down, licking between her folds, tasting her. He moans against her cunt.

"Gee," she breathes, "Fuck, I can't -" He pulls away and pushes against her hands.

"Hold on if you need to."

Then he dips two fingers inside her and strokes her, searching for her g-spot. She bucks up against his hand when he finds it. She clings to him, curses, calls his name. He keeps stroking and leans down to suck her clit again. Fuck, she tastes good. The way she says his name...she sounds like Frank, a little. And like Frank, she comes beautifully. He feels it against his tongue and fingers, and he doesn't give her a break, just shifts to thrust into her right away, dick finding no resistance.

"Yes," she moans. "More, please, yes." He thrusts his hips and leans down to mouth her collarbone, suck a spot on her neck. He cups her tits in his hands and finds her mouth.

"So fucking... god, Jamia," he mutters.

"More," she insists, and he rolls her nipples between his fingers before speeding up his thrusts. She meets each one, hands dipping to squeeze his ass and urge him on. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth and sucks. She gasps and wraps her legs around him. "More, Gee. Harder." He pulls back and thrusts into her hard. She moans long and loud. "Like that. Yes." Her arms snake around his neck, and she pulls him in for a kiss.

Before long they're making the same noises, muffling moans in each other's mouths as Gerard rolls his hips hard and fast, Jamia clinging. She feels so good; he doesn't ever want to stop fucking her, but then she bites his bottom lip and clenches around him, and he can't help it. He thrusts into her one last time and comes hard, shouting her name. He sits up a bit without pulling out and gets his fingers on her clit. "C'mon, gorgeous," he murmurs. "Come again for me."

It barely takes anything at all; Jamia gasps and cups her own tits, and he feels her come around him, leaving him just as breathless as she is. She pulls him back down on top of her and wraps her legs around him again. They cling to each other for a long time. Gerard feels like there's so much he wants to say to her, but most of the words get caught in his throat, so he just tells her she's beautiful over and over.

He can feel her breath against his neck. It's unsteady and ragged, and he lifts his head and reaches up to cup her cheek. "So fucking beautiful," he repeats. She kisses his neck gently. He strokes his fingers through her hair. He's figured out what he really wants to say, and that's how much he loves her. He doesn't let himself, though. This was technically their first date. He did okay saying it early to Lindsey, but this is... it's big and important in ways that are different from Lindsey, and he wants to be careful.

"Gee," she whispers.

"Yeah, J?" he answers.

"I... thank you," she whispers.

"For anything specific, or is this just general gratitude?" he asks with a smile.

"For this. For saying yes. For -" she stops.

"How could I not? I adore you," he lets himself say.

"Gerard," Jamia says. Gerard leans down to kiss her soft and slow.

"What do you want to do today?" he asks her when they finally pull apart.

"Besides make us coffee?" she says with a smile.

"Besides that," Gerard replies and kisses her cheek.

"I... all I can think about is coffee and kissing you more," she admits with a small smile.

"What about kissing Frank and Lindsey? They'll probably wander back eventually."

"Them, too. Wanna watch them kiss. It'd be so fucking pretty," Jamia breathes.

"Shit, yeah," Gerard replies.

"But you're here, and if I know either of them, they'll be a couple of hours yet," she goes on. "So kissing you and coffee. We can decide on anything else later."

Gerard gets out of bed and hunts for clothes. Jamia follows. She grabs a t-shirt from a drawer, pulls it on over her head, doesn't bother putting her bra on. "God, you're so fucking sexy," Gerard breathes. She looks down at herself.

"Iron Maiden? Oh, of course."

"Shut up," Gerard says. He steps close and cups her tits, runs his thumbs back and forth across them. "Also these," Gerard murmurs as he watches her nipples harden under the soft, worn fabric. "J, if we don't get out of this bedroom, we are going to die of exhaustion because I can't stop doing this."

She laughs and wraps herself around him and kisses him. "I wouldn't mind, but we should probably save some for Linds and Frankie." She pulls away and puts on some cotton pajama pants. She doesn't bother with underwear, he notices. Sleeping with Jamia, Gerard realizes, gives him the perfect excuse to stare. And he really fucking wants to watch her every move. Even more so now.

They finally go downstairs, and he makes coffee while Jamia makes them breakfast sandwiches. For a while he just leans back against the counter and watches her move. Then he gives into his impulse to touch her. He wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles against her temple. "This is like last night," she laughs. "Do you interfere this much in the kitchen at home?"

"Not really," he murmurs. "Partly because Lindsey has this thing about people being in the kitchen with her. And partly because I'm the one cooking half the time. Scary, I know. But mostly, I just can't stop touching you."

"Gee," she says again, looking like half a sentence got lost. He cups her cheek and kisses her. God, how did he miss this? It's not really a new feeling, loving her. It's not the revelation of loving Lindsey or even much like how he loves Frank. It's different and a feeling that belongs just to her.

She tugs away after a moment and goes to top off his coffee and her own. "Living room? There's a big chair with our names on it," she suggests. They take their plates and coffee out. The two of them just barely fit side-by-side in the chair, but he's pretty sure neither of them mind the closeness.

They eat and drink their coffee then Jamia leans her head against his shoulder and curls up into his side. Gerard isn't sure how long they sit like that, just holding each other, but eventually she turns on the TV and crows in delight when she finds a Doctor Who rerun. "You're the best, Jamia," he tells her. I love you, he doesn't add.

Apparently it's a marathon because another episode comes on after. He can't keep his hands off her, though. Can't stop running his fingers through her hair and over her shoulders, her clavicle, the lines of her face. He doesn't stop until he's sure he probably knows the feel of her from memory. Then she turns it around on him. She strokes his chest, his sides, his face, places soft, tiny kisses everywhere her hands touch.

Somehow he doesn't think Frank and Jamia typically sit around and do this. Though if they do, he'd like to spend a while thinking about that mental image. That makes this something special, though, something about him. He likes that.

He puts a hand on her chin and leans down to kiss her. Her hand slides up his chest and into his hair. They kiss until they hear Frank's key in the door, and even then, they don't move very far apart. Frank's face when he comes in the house and sees them curled up together leaves Gerard a little breathless. He's so damn beautiful when he smiles like that. Gerard notices he's holding Lindsey's hand, and his stomach swoops, and he can feel his own smile stretch even wider. He hadn't been particularly nervous about them all doing this, but more and more it feels like it will work even better than he ever hoped.

The good morning kisses they get from Frank and Lindsey are every bit as good as anticipated. After the greetings, Frank and Lindsey fall in a pile on the couch.

"Did you guys eat?" Jamia asks.

"Yeah, we did the diner thing," Frank replies. Gerard's glad, if only because it means Jamia is going to stay tucked against his side.

"Doctor Who," Lindsey says from where she's sprawled with her legs over Frank's lap. Frank pulls her flats off and throws them toward the door and kicks off his own shoes. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Because you know we are individuals of excellent taste," Gerard says and kisses the top of Jamia's head.

Frank laughs. "You should see Jamia's face."

"Jamia is a big faker because she was just telling me about how much she likes Ten in his glasses," Gerard says.

"She likes me in my glasses, too," Frank says.

"And me," Lindsey adds smugly. Gerard pouts. Jamia laughs and slides a hand over his stomach and leans up to kiss him.

"Don't worry, Gee. You don't have to wear glasses for me to think you're sexy."

Gerard catches the back of her head and holds their lips together for a moment. He hears Lindsey laughing on the couch. Probably at him, but he doesn't care. He kisses Jamia until she's clutching at his shirt and making little noises into his mouth and then pulls back. "Good. Still, I feel like I should make up for my lack of corrective eyewear in some way."

"If we're still talking about Ten, there's always the crazy hair," she says, tugging on his.

"I do have that going for me," Gerard says with a grin and leans down to kiss her again. It's just, he can't seem to stop, and he doesn't want to. He hears a very familiar noise of pleasure, but it's Lindsey, not Jamia. He sneaks a peek. Frank's stroking her thighs, but mostly it's just from watching them, he realizes. He smiles and wraps one hand around the back of Jamia's neck and puts one on her waist. Jamia slides her hands up Gerard's chest and leans in to mouth at his throat. Gerard licks his lips and steals another look at Lindsey. She's biting her lip and staring, one of her hands clasped in Frank's. He looks at Frank who's... his face is so full of love, Gerard blinks and sucks in a breath.

"Linds?" he asks. He thinks maybe she'll know what he wants. She grins and leans over to reach Frank. She lifts a knee and tugs on Frank until he moves, his back resting against her chest and her arms circling him. God, they're gorgeous.

He turns his attention back to Jamia, drags his fingers lightly up and down her sides, barely brushing the sides of her breasts. Her nipples are already hard when he rubs his palms over her breasts and cups her.

"Leaving the bedroom isn't going to stop us from exhausting ourselves, huh?" she teases breathlessly.

"Not today." Or anytime soon, he guesses. He plucks at her nipples through the cotton, then skims back down to the hem of the shirt. He pushes it up over her tits. He can't even wait until he gets it over her head before he leans down to take one of her nipples in his mouth. He rubs his thumb over and around the other.

"That's so good, Gee," she whispers. He moves back, letting her nipple pull through his teeth, and kisses her.

"Love having my mouth on you," he murmurs and moves back down to her other nipple.

"Well, don't stop to talk," she teases.

"You'll have to tell me what you want, then," he whispers against her neck.

"Want more of your mouth," she replies. "And I wanna ride you." He moans.

"Yeah. Fuck. Definitely."

He goes back to sucking her tits and letting his hands wander over her torso. Gerard can't resist sneaking more looks at Frank and Lindsey, and Frank sees him and laughs.

"Don't you have a job to do, baby?" Frank teases.

"You're both so damn hot," Gerard says. "I can't help looking." He finally pulls Jamia's shirt over her head and runs his hands over her bare shoulders. "Where else do you want my hands, beautiful?" he murmurs.

"Everywhere," she replies. He slides them down her back and under the waistband of her pajama pants. He cups her bottom and pulls her up tighter against himself, holding her there as she rocks her hips against him. "What's this?" she says into his neck, licking at the skin.

"Want you so bad," he says. "From the moment I woke up."

"I want to see it," Frank says. Jamia stands up and shoves her pants off. She leans down and pulls his shirt off, then kneels on the floor in front of him.

"Hips up," she murmurs. "Time to show Frankie how much you want me." Gerard lets her tug his sweats off. She eyes his cock approvingly, and he hears rustling from the couch. He takes himself in hand and gives his cock a few lazy strokes. "Mine," Jamia says and tangles her fingers with his and helps him stroke a few times. She leans down to take the head in her mouth, and all he can do is moan.

Frank whimpers from the couch, and Gerard looks over to see Lindsey's fingers stealing under his waistband. Then he gasps as Jamia sucks hard, then flicks her tongue along his slit.

"Fuck, J," Gerard gasps and shoves a hand into her hair. He stops himself from pulling too hard, though. "Jamia, up here, please," he begs.

"He begs so pretty," Lindsey whispers from the couch. "Have you heard it yet?" Jamia shakes her head and looks up at him from under her eyelashes.

"Should I stay here? Make you beg for me some more?"

"I want to be inside you," he rasps. "I think you want that, too. How wet are you, J?" He runs his fingers through her hair, touches her cheek.

"Been wet all fucking morning, gorgeous," Jamia replies. She rubs her hands over his thighs and smirks up at him.

"Jamia, please," he begs. She pushes herself up, crawls back into his lap.

"Show Frankie what you can do," she whispers. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and holds himself steady.

"Now, Jamia," he says, and she sinks down as he pulls his hand away. Gerard wraps his arms around Jamia and pulls her against him, buries his face between her tits, and moans. His hands splay most of the way across her back, and she's rolling her hips already, but he takes his time, getting a nipple in his mouth again.

"Gee," she gasps.

He hums and flicks his tongue against her nipple and moves to the other. He sucks hard like he's discovered she likes, and then she's grabbing his chin and pulling his face up for a kiss. Gerard lets Jamia hold on as tightly as she wants, thrusting his hips steadily underneath her. She feels so good like this. He goes deep, and she clenches hard around him with every thrust.

He grabs her ass with one hand and thrusts harder up into her. He moves his other hand to her front, slides it down her belly, circling her clit with his fingers, gently compared to the movement of their hips. Jamia grabs his neck and kisses him hard as she grinds their hips together. "Fuck, Jamia. Love how you feel. Around me. Against me. Fuck," he gasps against her lips and starts stroking her clit hard in time with his thrusts.

"Gerard," she gasps. He can feel her start to come, pulls back to watch her face. She throws her head back and moans his name.

"Gorgeous. So goddamn beautiful," he breathes.

"You are," Jamia gasps.

He can feel her clenching around him. It's so good, and she's so hot and slick, but however much he wants to hang on, he can't. "Wish I could do this forever."

"But I wanna feel you come," she murmurs, running her hands through his hair. She bends down, mouths at his throat, his nipples, runs her hands over his arms and chest.

"That's - just what I -" Gerard groans and snaps his hips up. "Yeah, fuck."

She sucks hard at his neck, and he comes, hands cradling her, moaning her name. He pants against her skin, mouths endearments against her collarbones. He tightens his arms around her and leans his head up to kiss her again. He hears another familiar moan and peeks at the couch. Lindsey is wrapped around Frank, stroking his cock lazily as they wait for Jamia and Gerard to look their way. Gerard kisses Jamia again, strokes her cheek.

"Turn around. Let's watch Frank and Lindsey now."

Jamia pulls off him and settles back between his legs. He wraps around her and rests his chin on her shoulder. Frank gets busy once he knows they're watching, twisting around in Lindsey's arms and squirming down the cushions, helping her strip.

"Fuck, she's so gorgeous," Jamia breathes.

"Yeah, she is. We are really fucking lucky."

Frank pushes her knees aside and immediately buries his face in her cunt. Lindsey groans and arches into his mouth.

Jamia makes a soft noise. "He's good with his mouth," she murmurs.

"Oh, I know," he says in her ear, fingers slipping between her legs and making her gasp. He explores her folds with his fingers, going slowly. So slowly. He cups her breast with his free hand, and they watch Lindsey writhe under Frank's mouth.

"Frank," Lindsey moans brokenly.

"She's on the edge," Gerard murmurs. "She likes to go fast. So easy to tease. Just like Frank." His fingers drift circles around Jamia's nipple, gentle strokes of his fingertip over her clit.

Jamia turns her head and kisses up his jaw before turning back. "Make her come for you, Frankie," she murmurs. "Then fuck her. You know she wants it."

"He knows," Lindsey says, face flushed with arousal but eyes amused.

"Well, I want to watch," Jamia tells her.

"When are you gonna fuck me again, J?" Lindsey gasps out.

"Just say the word," Jamia replies. Lindsey's hands clench in Frank's hair, and she moans loudly.

Gerard increases the pressure of his fingers, dipping back to push inside a bit. Jamia makes a noise and arches back against him. He nips at her earlobe, then whispers, "They're so fucking hot."

"You have - a type," she breathes.

"So do you," he replies.

"You'd think so, but I'm pretty far gone on you, too, you know," she murmurs.

Gerard watches Frank shift up Lindsey's body, mouth fastening around her breast while his arm flexes. He's fucking her with his fingers now, fast and hard, and her fingers splay over the tops of his shoulders. "More," she groans. Frank replaces his fingers with his cock, and Lindsey clutches his shoulder with one hand and grabs the hand he was fucking her with and pulls his fingers into her mouth.

"If you were over there with them, J, maybe she'd eat you out instead," Gerard whispers in her ear. "But I'm keeping you right here."

"I'm okay with that," she replies and moves her hips against his hand. "Been thinking about sitting on her face, though."

Gerard moans. He really, really can't help it. If he could get hard again right now, he might have to interrupt things on the couch. As it is, he just says, "Come for me, gorgeous, and we'll add it to the list for later." He strokes hard over her clit. She moans, clamps her legs around his hand, and comes hard.

"Gee, fuck," she gasps. When she's done shaking against him, she turns her head back and kisses him. "We've got a really fucking long list at this point."

Gerard wants to keep kissing her, but he can hear Frank and Lindsey breathing harder, each exhale a moan, and he wants to watch. They turn to watch together. Watch as Frank fucks hard into Lindsey, watch Lindsey meet him thrust for thrust, clutch at his back hard enough to leave marks. Lindsey curses, arches up into him, tangles her fingers in his hair. She freezes when she comes, and Frank groans, pumping his hips hard several more times then stilling, her name tumbling out of him in a muffled shout. She keeps her legs hooked around Frank's thighs, doesn't let him move.

"She loves that, huh?" Jamia asks.

"Fuck, yeah," Lindsey breathes. When Gerard looks, she's blinking over at them, petting Frank's hair. "I feel - full. Like I could come again if I wanted."

"Could you?" Frank asks.

"Oh yeah. But I'm good, honey, don't you worry."

"I'm just saying, I can make that happen," Frank says.

"That would mean you'd move, though. And I'm not ready for that," Lindsey replies.

Frank nuzzles against her tits, up to her mouth, and they kiss, arms twining around each other. Gerard's fingers twitch where they're still resting against Jamia's cunt. "Fuck, all that ink. Wanna lick every line."

"Go do it," she says. "Don't think anyone will complain."

He chuckles in her ear. "Probably not. Want me to go eat out Linds again for you?" he murmurs.

"Oh sure, 'for me.'" She laughs.

"For me, for her, for Frankie." He slides two fingers inside her and strokes in and out a few times. "But mostly wanna give you a show." Jamia tips her face up to him, and Gerard kisses her, then slides out from under her and takes the few steps necessary to reach the couch. "My turn," he says, sinking to his knees on the floor in front of them.

Lindsey gives him a look and untangles herself from Frank. Gerard swings Lindsey's legs around, and Frank sits down on the couch next to her. Gerard kisses every tattoo he can reach from where he is on his knees. Which is a lot, considering the both of them. He slides his tongue over some lines, drags his teeth over others. He's dimly aware of Jamia moving closer, of her sitting on the other end of the couch. Gerard ends on Lindsey's stomach tattoo and licks his way down to her cunt from there. He moans when he finally tastes her, tastes Frank.

She's hot, swollen, slick - he can feel the blood pulsing and knows he'll have to be gentle, or this will be over way too quickly for his liking. "Oh fuck, Gee," she moans. He just moans back. He can't get over the taste of them together. He spreads her knees wider and buries his face in her cunt, licking inside her as far as he can get. He avoids her clit as much as he can, concentrating on her folds, on deep inside.

Lindsey settles her hands on his head, petting his hair over and over. He feels the couch cushions shift, sneaks a look up to see that Jamia has crawled over Frank to kiss her. Frank's hands are on Jamia's hips, and he loves how they look, the dark ink and darker hands against her skin. He lets his eyes close and concentrates on Lindsey, on how she feels under his tongue. He finally slides his tongue slowly and softly over her clit. She whines, fingers carding through his hair. Gerard eases back and slides two fingers into her, keeps licking gently.

She doesn't beg him to start going faster, harder, so he keeps it slow and gentle, with long licks, his tongue flat against her. "Oh, Gee. Fuck. Feels so good." He steals another glance up her body, at her tightly peaked nipples, red from Frank's mouth, at Jamia cupping her cheek and kissing her, and closes his mouth around her, starting to suck.

He sucks lightly and moves his fingers in and out of her at the same slow pace he's been keeping up, crooking them to slide over her g-spot every time. He hums against her and looks up into her face. Her lips are red from kisses and biting them and the remnants of her lipstick. Her hair is everywhere, some strands stuck to her cheek. She's so fucking gorgeous, he can hardly stand it. He starts sucking harder.

Her hips start to move against him, fucking up into his fingers. "Gee," she gasps, and her fingers tighten in his hair just before he feels her clench around his fingers. He sucks her through every moan, every shudder, until she pushes his mouth off her because it's too much. He slowly draws his fingers out of her and puts them in his mouth.

He looks up; Lindsey is looking down at him. Jamia is looking down at him, too, her head pillowed on Lindsey's shoulder, fingers gently brushing over her breast. He glances at Frank, who's settled himself into the corner of the couch, fingers resting high on Jamia's thigh.

"You three are so… Jesus, you're beautiful," he murmurs.

"So're you," Frank says. "Come up here."

Gerard pushes himself up on the side of the couch, hesitating for a moment before squeezing in between Jamia and Frank.

Frank wraps around him, arms around his shoulders and lips against his cheek. "I love you," Frank murmurs. "Loved seeing you with J. And Lindsey," Frank adds.

"Seconded," Jamia adds.

"Thirded," Lindsey says. "You get around, baby." She grins over at him.

Gerard grins back. "Only one I missed today was Frankie. How about it? You and me and my mouth on your cock later?"

"Twist my fuckin' arm," Frank drawls.

Gerard smiles and leans in to kiss him. "And here I thought I'd have to work harder at convincing you."

"Because you're a crazy person," Jamia comments. He looks over at her. She and Lindsey are curled around each other now, up against the throw pillows on the other end of the couch.

"Did I ask the peanut gallery?" he teases.

"The peanut gallery is about to take your girlfriend upstairs for a shower," she sasses back. "So do whatever you want."

"Mmm, shower," Frank murmurs.

"Babe, there's not enough room for all three of us in the shower," Jamia says. Frank pouts.

"I bet we could use the guest shower," Gerard says.

He'd walk around smelling like them all day and not give a shit, really, and Frank clearly knows that because he's eyeing Gerard suspiciously. But Frank is Frank, and Gerard likes to make Frank happy. And if Gerard stalls long enough, maybe he'll get to that blowjob sooner rather than later.

****

They fill the next few weeks with normal things - a few dinners with Gerard and Lindsey that unfortunately don't end in sleepovers. A couple movie nights and craft nights with Mikey and Alicia. It's hard to coordinate four people's schedules sometimes, and eventually a week comes where they aren't going to be able to see Gerard and Lindsey all week, and Frank doesn't like it at all.

He spends whatever free time he has either working, working out, or fucking Jamia. He's pretty sure Jamia's feeling as crazy as he is. She's just more contained about it. He catches her jerking off to mediocre threesome porn Wednesday night when he comes home from a gig. "That would be so much better if it were me, you, and Gee," he murmurs in her ear, closing the laptop and adding his fingers to hers.

"Fuck, yeah," she gasps and comes within seconds.

The next night, Frank walks in on Jamia panting into the phone with her hand down her pants. She doesn't notice him at first, and he watches - and listens - for a moment. "Miss you, Linds," Jamia murmurs. They're done with whatever they were doing - and he knows what they were doing - and just talking now. Frank's not mad - he's actually sorry he missed getting in on the action - and he definitely doesn't blame her. He had a similar conversation with Gerard earlier in the day. At the office. Fuck these artists who can make their own hours. He clears his throat, and when Jamia looks at him, he gestures for the phone.

"Frank wants to talk to you," Jamia tells Lindsey and hands over the phone.

"Hey, gorgeous," Frank says into the speaker. He sits down next to Jamia, tugs her hand out of her pants, and sucks lightly at her fingertips for a second.

"Hi, Frankie," Lindsey replies. Her voice is low. She sounds fucked out.

"Bet you look as hot as Jamia right now," he tells her. "Bet you taste as good, too." She whimpers. "Home alone?" he asks.

"Gee's out with Mikey," she replies. "No more of this no seeing each other for a week. Miss you guys too much."

"Yeah," Frank says. He sort of wants to ask her to come over, but he and Jamia have to drive to fucking Maryland tomorrow for a meeting, and even if they didn't have to get up at the crack of fucking dawn, he's...not sure if it's allowed. "Friday night, though. We can make that, and then we'll have the whole weekend if we want it," he says softly.

"I'm pretty sure we want it," Lindsey answers. He smiles into the phone.

"Yeah, I think we do. So what are you guys doing tomorrow again?"

"Dinner with my friends in the city," Lindsey replies. "It's been a while."

"Sounds nice," Frank says.

"It will be," she says. "I miss them. Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy about everything, but it's amazing how far apart Jersey and the city are sometimes."

"Yeah, I get that," Frank replies. "But Linds, we're really glad you're - I'm - yeah, it needs to be Friday." Jamia laughs softly behind him.

"I'm glad, too, Frankie. Really fucking glad. And yeah. It definitely needs to be Friday. We're almost through Wednesday. Just Thursday, and we're there," Lindsey murmurs.

"Do me a favor?" Frank asks her. "Tomorrow night when he's all dressed up, suck him off for me."

Lindsey laughs, "Do me a favor? Fuck your wife right now. I got her nice and wet for you."

Frank moans down the line. "Yeah, I bet you did. Will he be home soon, Linds?"

"I hope," she says huskily. "Otherwise I'm going to have to raid the toy drawer."

"Wish I could... fuck, Linds. Friday. You should raid the toy drawer anyway. Let him finish you off," he says. "Me and Jamia, we'll both be picturing it now," he groans. "Does that do it for you?"

"Fuck, yeah," Lindsey says. "I gotta - goodnight, Frankie."

"Night, Linds," he says and hangs up. But first he fishes his cell out of his pocket and shoots a quick text to Gerard. Go home. You'll like what you find. He puts both phones down on the nightstand and moves, so he's holding himself over Jamia. "Lindsey told me to fuck you now."

"And you're so good at following directions," she answers.

"I am great at taking directions when those directions are about fucking my hot wife," he says. She reaches down to shove her pajama pants and underwear off.

"Then you should do it."

"You didn't plan that, did you?" Frank asks as he leans up to take off his shirt. "Did you start it, or did she?" Jamia laughs.

"Both? She called, she happened to say she was home alone and bored, I said she sounded like the start of a porno, and she asked what kind of porno I wanted it to be. It... That was..."

"And you told her. Is it that one from the other day where the two girls are fucking and then the boyfriend walks in and joins them? Because I like that idea," he says and unbuttons his jeans.

She laughs and says, "You would like that. Luckily, I do, too."

Frank replies, "You'll have to make do with just me tonight."

"I will never run out of ideas for you, Mr. Nestor," Jamia tells him.

*

By the time Friday morning rolls around, Frank is antsy as fuck. He's pretty sure Jamia is a breath away from locking him in the storage room. Now they're frantically trying to get all the shit done they need to at the office before they can go home and Gee and Linds come over with takeout.

The doorbell rings while Frank is still getting out dishes in the kitchen, so Jamia gets there first. "We really ought to get you a key," she says as Gerard and Lindsey take off their shoes. Frank freezes.

"I have one," Gerard reminds Jamia.

"Then you should use it, and we'll make Lindsey one," Jamia says. "Both of you are always welcome whenever."

Gerard beams at her and kisses her, and Lindsey takes her place a moment later. "Hey, Frankie," Gerard murmurs and steps into Frank's arms. It's all Frank can do to just kiss him, then kiss Lindsey, and pull back. To get food and sit and not touch them more than strictly necessary. Luckily, despite being in contact all week, they still have things to talk about and catch up on. Frank satisfies himself with keeping a hand on Jamia's thigh under the table, thumb gently rubbing back and forth.

Gerard and Lindsey both tell about dinner with Lindsey's friends. "I really want you guys to meet them. I think you'd especially love Kitty, J."

"We'll come up with you next time," Jamia says.

"Okay," Lindsey says with a grin. Frank feels warm all over and squeezes Jamia's thigh.

"Anyone want seconds?" Frank asks, hoping no one does. Gerard has started...watching him. It's distracting.

"I'm full," Lindsey says.

"Me, too. We can use the leftovers to sustain us later," Gerard says. And the look he gives all of them is definitely pointed.

"We should go upstairs," Jamia says. "I want... I need to touch you guys, and I know Frank does, too."

It's amazing how fast you can clear a table with eight hands, and then Lindsey grabs Frank's hand and pulls him toward the stairs. Halfway up, Frank pushes her against the wall and kisses her hard. She digs her nails into his shoulders, and he tightens his grip on her waist. He can practically feel the crackle.

"No falling," Gerard says from a step down.

"You'd catch us," Frank says. "You and J." He leans in and kisses Lindsey again, kisses her until he feels Gerard's hands on him, gently pushing him up the stairs. When they reach the top, it's Gerard pushing Frank against the wall by their door.

"How the fuck did I go weeks without seeing you guys before? How did that work? Because I don't think I can do that anymore," Gerard murmurs against his lips.

"Don't," Frank says. "Fuck. I love you." Kissing Gerard is addictive.

"Love you, too," Gerard whispers. He slides his hands under Frank's shirt and presses even closer. Their mouths move together for a long time, tongues stroking against each other, exploring. Gerard tastes like Thai coffee and curry and himself, and Frank will never get enough. When he finally pulls back, they go into the bedroom to find the girls kissing on the bed, shirts off, Jamia's hands cupping Lindsey's tits. Gerard makes an indistinct noise and goes to sit on the side of the bed.

"Yeah," Frank says and follows. Jamia's already twisting around and tugging at Gerard's waistband - that's his girl - so Frank strips off his own clothing and slips in behind Lindsey.

"I'm blowing you," Jamia tells Gerard firmly. "I am sucking you off until you come in my mouth."

"Um." Gerard is actually speechless. Frank giggles.

"I love you, Jamia," he says.

"He didn't let me finish last time," Jamia says. "And you know how much I like sucking cock, Frankie."

"Well, go ahead," Frank murmurs. "I can occupy myself." He reaches around to unbutton Lindsey's jeans, and she wriggles back against him. "Hold on a sec," he murmurs and unsnaps her bra. She pulls it off and leans back, turning her face up for a kiss. "Hi," he says. "Let's get you naked."

As soon as she has her pants and underwear off, Lindsey pushes her ass back against him. "Mm, that's more like it," she says. Frank wholeheartedly agrees.

Frank slips his fingers between her legs, watching as Jamia wraps a hand around Gerard's cock. Gerard is splayed against the pillows, staring at Jamia like she's made of magic. Lindsey runs a hand up and down Gerard's chest and says, "She's got a really fucking talented mouth."

Lindsey moves her hips a little against Frank's hand, back against his cock. Frank fucking loves this position because he can see everything: Gerard's hard cock, Jamia's mouth. Plus, he's got his hands on Lindsey, who has no problem telling him exactly what she wants him to do with them. It's fucking hot. Both of them pause to watch Jamia finally take Gerard in her mouth. She goes down and down, until his cock must be nudging the back of her throat.

"Jamia, fuck," Gerard gasps. He clutches at Lindsey's hand and gropes for one of Jamia's. Lindsey leans in to kiss him. Frank tucks his chin over Lindsey's shoulder, working her with his fingers and listening to the moans she and Gerard muffle into each other's mouths. Frank focuses in on Jamia's mouth, watches her lips slide up over Gerard's cock to allow her tongue work the head and then back down as she swallows him again. She brings her free hand up to cup his balls, and Gerard finally loses control of his hips, snapping them up.

Gerard pulls back from Lindsey's mouth to gasp Jamia's name. Frank leans in and nuzzles at Lindsey's cheek until she turns her head. He speeds up his fingers on her clit. He loves how different she is from Jamia. How a move of his fingers that would have Jamia falling apart in his arms doesn't do much for her, but a different move leaves her gasping into his mouth, "So close, Frankie." He does it again. He wants her to come, and soon. "Fuck," she gasps, buries her face in Gerard's shoulder, and comes against his fingers.

Gerard chokes out a noise of his own, and by the time Frank can focus on him, Jamia is pulling off Gerard's cock and giving him a smug smile. Gerard reaches out and smooths his hands over Jamia's face and into her hair. "Come up here," he murmurs, and she moves up his body. They kiss slow and dirty. Gerard moans into her mouth, clearly loving his own taste on her tongue. "Turn over," Gerard says. "Lean against my chest. Let Lindsey eat you out."

Frank tugs Lindsey up and kisses her shoulder again. When he tries to move back, she grabs his wrist. "No, I'm not done with you," she tells him. She leans down to kiss her way up Jamia's thighs, and Frank pulls Lindsey's hips up, reaches between her legs to push a couple fingers inside her. "Yesss," she hisses against Jamia's pussy. "Want your cock, too, Frankie."

"I know," he laughs, settling his knees more solidly and taking his dick in hand to line up. He groans as he presses into her. She's hot and so fucking wet from her orgasm. Lindsey pants, her forehead resting on the top of Jamia's thigh. He can feel her fingering her clit as he fucks her. Frank looks up at Gerard, who's cupping Jamia's tits and staring back at him. Frank would say something if he knew it wouldn't catch in his throat. Jamia gives him a soft look before her eyes glaze over as Lindsey clearly returns to tonguing her, and she turns her face into Gerard's neck and moans quietly.

Lindsey clenches around him, and Frank snaps his hips forward. He knows by the little gasps Jamia's making against Gerard's neck that she's close. Gerard slides one hand down her belly and Frank can just see how he forms a V with his fingers on either side of her clit while Lindsey licks and sucks it. Frank locks eyes with Gerard again. He can't do anything but stare. Gerard's eyes flutter closed as Jamia comes, head tipped back against his shoulder, gasping something mostly wordless.

Frank bites his lip and grips Lindsey more tightly, thrusting hard and fast. He bends down over Lindsey's back and lets his lips rest between her shoulder blades. He feels hands in his hair. Jamia. He rolls his hips one more time and comes hard. He feels so good he can hardly breathe. Another hand touches his hair. Must be Gerard. Frank doesn't move, knowing Lindsey wants him to stay until he goes soft. He lets them pet his hair until he pulls out and sits back on his heels.

Lindsey's cunt is glistening, and Frank can see her back moving as she pants. He looks up to Jamia, whose hands are in Lindsey's hair now. She looks gorgeous, all sweaty and smiling. And Gerard. He's resting his cheek against Jamia's and biting his lip like if he stops, all the words in the world will come flowing out. Frank crawls up to the pillows and kisses him instead.

The girls shift around, but Frank can't stop kissing Gerard. A minute later, Lindsey's running a warm washcloth over him and leaning in to steal a kiss from him, then Gerard. Frank ends up sprawled half over Gerard, one hand cupping Jamia's breast. Lindsey settles down on the other side, which Frank thinks is too far away, but he'll just have to deal with that because he's got Gerard right there and Jamia still in Gerard's arms. Eventually, she moves over and into Lindsey's arms after kissing them both several times.

"You're fucking me later," Frank mumbles against Gerard's shoulder.

"Yeah," Gerard replies and sweeps his hands up Frank's back.

Frank's eyes drift shut, and he breathes. When he blinks them open again, he notices the girls are pressed close, kissing slowly. He'd like to watch more, but he can't seem to keep his eyes open.

****

Lindsey has discovered that Jamia likes morning sex more than she does coffee. Which is saying something because Jamia really fucking loves coffee, especially coffee in the morning. When the boys quietly slipped out of bed earlier, Frank dropping a kiss on her temple, Gerard on her shoulder, she'd smiled into the pillow for more than just the sweetness of the kisses. She also smiled at the prospect of waking Jamia up with her own kisses.

She rolls onto her side and looks at Jamia. She's got the blankets pulled up to her neck, but Lindsey knows she's naked beneath them still, knows she's got hickeys on her tits from all their mouths. None of them seem to be able to resist sucking Jamia's tits. Luckily, she doesn't seem to mind.

Lindsey moves closer and slides an arm across Jamia's waist. She stirs a little bit, and Lindsey leans in to kiss her neck, lips trailing up to her ear.

"Time to rise and shine, sunshine," Lindsey whispers, sliding her hand down Jamia's hip. Jamia makes an adorable little squeaking noise and stretches her arms over her head, then rests one on Lindsey's waist and pulls her closer, throwing a thigh over Lindsey.

"Morning," she murmurs huskily. "Boys?"

"No idea." Lindsey presses her chest against Jamia's. "They snuck out like, fifteen minutes ago. If we're lucky, maybe they'll make us breakfast between blowjobs."

"Mmm," is Jamia's only response. She rubs her chest against Lindsey's.

"That's the idea," Lindsey says and reaches down, sliding her fingers easily into Jamia's cunt and over her clit. That Jamia is already this turned on isn't even a surprise. She really fucking loves morning sex. Lindsey rubs Jamia's clit, slow and steady, and Jamia moves against her hand, rubbing her body against Lindsey's. She speeds up her strokes, dipping back to thrust her fingers into Jamia a couple of times before pulling them out and continuing rubbing her clit. Jamia starts gasping with every breath and soon starts shuddering against Lindsey, her arm tightening around Lindsey's waist, her thigh pulling their hips fully together. She breathes for a few moments, and then suddenly Lindsey is on her back, Jamia straddling her hips.

Lindsey was right. Her breasts are totally covered in hickeys, and the sight makes Lindsey's mouth fucking water. Jamia grinds down against Lindsey a couple of times and then moves back until she's kneeling between Lindsey's knees. She leans down, thrusts three fingers right into Lindsey's cunt, and wraps her lips around Lindsey's clit. Lindsey can't help but buck her hips, she just can't. Jamia laughs against her and keeps sucking, tongue working her and fingers fucking her.

Lindsey loves every second, but it's not quite what she wants, so she tugs in a lock of Jamia's hair until she looks up. "Come up here," Lindsey breathes. Jamia pulls her fingers out and gives Lindsey's clit one last swipe with her tongue before moving back up, dropping kisses all the way up Lindsey's body. Lindsey grabs her, wraps her arms around her, and pulls Jamia down on top of her. She wraps her legs around one of Jamia's thighs and starts grinding against it.

Jamia laughs. "Was I not close enough for you?"

"No," Lindsey says. "Kiss me."

Jamia leans down and kisses her, starts to move her thigh against Lindsey's cunt. It's slower this way. She was getting close to coming from Jamia's mouth and fingers, but she's enjoying the slow burn. Enjoying how it's building, the feel of Jamia on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, her tits against Lindsey's. She finally comes with a deep, shuddering breath against Jamia's neck. Lindsey holds her there, and they breathe together for a while.

"Fuck, best way to wake up," Jamia whispers.

"You are definitely convincing me. Think if we go downstairs we'll find coffee?" Lindsey asks.

"Maybe. Maybe even pretty boys to watch fuck." Lindsey can feel Jamia's smile against her neck.

"We should get up and see," Lindsey says. Neither of them move. They can get up in a minute.

****

Frank and Gerard wake up at the same time and manage to sneak out of bed without disturbing Lindsey or Jamia. They grab sweats and t-shirts, but Frank has a feeling those will be abandoned in short order. First, he's gotta get some coffee into Gerard. Gerard who looks bleary and about two seconds from falling back to sleep.

"No sleeping," Frank murmurs, prodding Gerard down the stairs to the kitchen, where he knows the coffee pot will be ready to do its magic. The dogs wake up when they hear feet on the stairs, and Frank shoos them outside to play in the yard for a while. They're up a little earlier than the coffee pot is preset to go off, so Frank pushes the button, leans against the counter, and pulls Gerard against him. "No, really. No sleeping." Frank squints up at Gerard, who huffs out a little half-laugh and leans down to kiss him.

"That's more like it," Frank mutters against his lips. Despite the fact that Frank can feel Gerard getting hard against him, the second the beeper for the coffee goes off, Gerard is pushing away from him. "I'm offended right now," Frank tells him, even though he's really not. "You don't want me anymore."

Gerard finishes murdering his coffee and looks up at him, blowing across the surface with a particularly obscene look on his face. "I do, Frankie. I really do. I just want some coffee, so I don't fall asleep fucking you."

Frank laughs and bumps Gerard's hip gently. "Then get out of the way, so I can have some, too. Although," Frank muses as he fills his own cup, "I think I'm also offended that you think you could fall asleep fucking me."

"You fell asleep on me last night after one round," Gerard points out. "One. It was like nine o'clock, and now you're all horny at an indecent hour of the morning. This is your fault." Gerard scratches his stomach idly and sips his coffee. Frank watches his shirt ride up and - yeah, horny about covers it. Jesus. Gerard notices Frank checking him out and does it again, deliberately this time.

"Just be glad I didn't wake you up at six," Frank finally says, letting his eyes wander from Gerard's belly down to his hard-on. He takes a sip of his own coffee and settles back against the counter next to Gerard.

"Why in the fuck did you wake up at six?" Gerard asks.

"Because I did! And because you were rubbing against my ass, and it felt fucking good."

"How good?" Gerard asks, licking his lips.

"So goddamn good, Gee. Wanted to wake you up so bad," Frank replies. "But I didn't because I'm a good—" he stumbles. He suddenly doesn't know what to call himself. "Because I'm a good boy," he finishes.

"Are you?" Gerard asks. "How good are you?" His eyes are intent, but he keeps sipping his coffee, watching Frank the whole time.

"I am so good," Frank breathes. "Whatever you want, let me prove it."

"You fell asleep last night before I could fuck you, Frank."

"You wanna fuck me, Gee? Where do you want me? How?" Frank pulls a small bottle of lube from his pocket. "Anywhere and any way you like."

"So prepared," Gerard purrs. He's clearly waking up now. "You are a good boy, Frankie." He hums and looks around the room, then strolls to the kitchen door. "You do have a nice comfortable couch we didn't use last night." Frank just nods. Gerard downs the rest of his coffee in three swallows. "Let’s make use of that couch."

Frank hands Gerard the lube. "Unless you want me to do it myself," he says.

"I want to," Gerard says.

"Okay," Frank replies, pulls his shirt over his head, and steps out of his sweats. "How do you want me?"

Gerard bites his lip, eyes bright. "Kneel and lean over the arm." Frank moves to do as he's told. Gerard waits until he's settled before he takes off his own clothes. He's just close enough that Frank could almost lean forward and take Gerard's cock in his mouth. He stays still, though. Waits as Gerard gets on the couch behind him and runs his hands over the small of Frank's back, over his ass, down his thighs, and back up. "I love fucking my girlfriend," Gerard says thoughtfully. "And I love fucking your wife," he adds. Frank moans softly. The bottle cap clicks, and Gerard's fingers brush against his opening. "But Frank, fuck, I love this."

"Oh, god," Frank gasps. "Fuck, me, too. Jamia sometimes fucks me, and it's so fucking good. Always want more."

Gerard makes a disgruntled noise as he slides fingers inside Frank. "Am I the only one she hasn't fucked?" Frank has to moan before he can answer.

"Guess so. Ask her sometime. She won't say no." Gerard crooks his fingers. Frank swears and bites down on his forearm. "Gee. Fuck."

"You and Linds. Just can't get enough of being fucked, huh?" Gerard murmurs.

"You have seen your cock, right?" Frank says. Gerard laughs. Frank can hear the delight in his voice and smiles.

"I. Yes, okay. But I think it's more than that. Isn't it?"

"I just like to have it both ways," Frank grins, biting back another moan as Gerard keeps thrusting his fingers. "I want you to - fuck."

"To what?" Gerard murmurs.

"To take whatever you want."

"That's why," Gerard murmurs and slowly, so so slowly it's making Frank a little crazy, thrusts his fingers. "That's why you like it so much. You like being taken. That's not why Lindsey likes it," Gerard muses, with another slow, wicked twist of his hand. "But you...fuck, Frankie."

"Please," Frank moans into the cushion. "Gerard. Please."

"Yeah. Fuck. Wanted to wind you up some more, but I can't wait."

Frank hears the click-snap of the cap of the lube again, and then Gerard lines up and pushes inside. They both groan together. Fuck, Frank loves Gerard's cock. He can't even catch his breath. Everything is hot pressure and stretch and sizzling nerves. Gerard pauses when he's all the way in. Frank concentrates on the feel of his cock, on how full he feels.

"Been waiting for this for fucking ever," Frank murmurs.

"I gotta - I want to go hard, Frankie, please." Gerard sounds breathless, too.

"Whatever you want, Gee. Fuck," Frank gasps. He'd been hoping for that if he's being honest. Then Gerard starts thrusting, and all other thoughts fly out of his head. He bows his head, concentrating on breathing and pushing back into Gerard as hard as he can. Gerard sets a driving rhythm, gasping out praise and Frank's name, finally folding over his back and mouthing along his shoulders.

"Love," Gerard gasps against his neck. "So much."

"Yes," Frank replies. "Yes. Oh fuck, Gee. Perfect. You're. Fuck."

Frank hasn't even touched himself. Can't touch himself, he's clinging too hard to the arm of the couch, and then there's a noise from the entrance to the living room, and Frank looks up. Jamia and Lindsey are standing there in t-shirts and no pants and looking so fucking sexy.

Jamia leans back against Lindsey. "We did get here in time for the show."

Frank whimpers. Gerard laughs thickly. "Deep breath, Frankie." And then he straightens up and sits back on his heels, tugs Frank up against his chest, and reaches around to wrap a hand around his cock. Frank can't do anything but call Gerard's name. He wants to watch the girls, but he can't seem to open his eyes. "Isn't he gorgeous?" Gerard asks. Pants, more like. He's got to be close. Frank is a breath away from coming himself.

Gerard slides his thumb over the head of Frank's cock, and he does come, thrusting hard into Gerard's hand and back down on his cock. "Fuck!" Gerard cries. "Frankie," he moans.

"Go on, Gerard," Frank hears Jamia murmur. Then he feels Gerard's lips, sucking hard at his neck as he thrusts a last few desperate times and comes with a wordless groan. He holds Frank tightly, and Frank turns his head to mouth Gerard's jaw.

"So good," Frank murmurs. "Always so good."

"You are," Gerard tells him, grasping Frank's chin, so he can turn his head and kiss him deeply. "So good." They kiss until Gerard nudges Frank up, and he pulls out. Jamia is right there to steady him, run her hands through his hair and kiss him.

"Good morning, baby," she says, pressing up against him.

"Morning," he whispers and pushes his hands under her shirt, slides them back and forth over her skin. "You having a good one?"

"I am," she answers. "And I saw that you definitely are."

"I made coffee," he says.

"And I am headed there next, after I let the dogs in. Will you make pancakes, too?"

"Ooh, I second that," Lindsey says, leaning in for a kiss, too. Frank smiles against her lips and tugs her closer.

"Yeah, I'll make pancakes. I know you love bacon, but all we have is facon."

"I'll survive," she replies and wraps her arms around his neck.

"I hope so," Gerard says, leaning in to kiss her cheek as he slips by. Frank cups her shoulder blades and kisses her until he hears Jamia giggle in the kitchen and Gerard say something indistinct, but clearly amused.

"Pancakes. And facon," Frank says.

"After you," Lindsey says. Frank really should have expected it, but the sharp smack on his ass as he precedes her into the kitchen still makes him yelp. "You gonna cook naked, Frankie?" she asks. "Not that I'd object on principle, but you'll be handling hot things."

Gerard snorts out a laugh, and Frank wrinkles his nose at him. Gerard, apparently, remembered clothes. "I'm used to handling hot things," Frank says, leaning toward her and snapping playfully at her neck as he goes back to grab his sweatpants.

Once he's dressed, he returns to the kitchen. Gerard hands him a fresh cup of coffee. Jamia hands him a spatula. Frank laughs and heads for the stove.

*

Frank has been at work too fucking long today, and he is tired. He's tired and kind of cranky. He doesn't want to be alone, though, and if he goes home, he will be because Jamia is visiting her parents, and Frank had to stay here and deal with a crisis.

He dials Gerard and Lindsey's, and after three rings, Lindsey finally picks up.

"Hey," she says into the phone, kind of breathless, "what's up, Frank?"

"Sorry, did I interrupt something?"

"Aside from me just coming in the door, not really," she answers. Frank can tell she's smiling.

"I'm tired and cranky and probably terrible company, but I was wondering if I could come over?"

"Sure, Frankie. Jamia's at her parents’ place, yeah?"

"Yeah. So I'll be over in a few?"

"Sounds good. It'll be just us. Gee had a dinner meeting with some clients. Any food requests?" she asks. Frank hears come clattering and pictures her opening kitchen cupboards.

"Whatever. I can pick something up if you want," Frank offers.

"I would not say no to Indian from that one place," Lindsey says.

"Then I'll be over in more like half an hour."

"See you then."

Frank texts Jamia to let her know he's going over to Gerard and Lindsey's and laughs for about five minutes at the immediate, filthy reply. God, he misses her when she's not around. He makes sure he has his keys and his wallet and leaves the office. Frank goes to the Indian place and gets food, then swings by the liquor store on the corner, grabs some beer he remembers Lindsey liking and heads over.

When she opens the door for him, she takes the food while he gets his shoes off and leads him into the kitchen. She takes one look at him and says, "Frankie, you look like shit."

He laughs. "Thanks, Lindsey. You're so sweet."

She puts a finger through one of his belt loops and pulls him close. Frank wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her neck.

"Long day?" she asks, slipping her arms around his waist and holding him close.

"I think every single one of my bands had a fucking crisis today, and Jamia took a half day to go do things with her parents. Eddie was out sick, so it was basically just me trying to hold everything together." He sighs and breathes her in. He feels better already, which he tells her. He feels her smile against his temple.

"I'm glad. Let's have food and beer, and you'll feel even better." She lets her hand wander down and squeeze his ass. "And maybe we'll do something else to take it to the next level."

Frank kisses her neck, trails his lips to hers, and they kiss for a few minutes, tongues moving lazily against each other. Frank pulls back, "Okay, food, or it'll get cold, and nobody wants cold curry."

They sit cross-legged on the couch and eat and drink their beer. Lindsey tells Frank about her day spent in the studio cutting paper, about how she's making a new thing inspired by Greek mythology.

"Linds, I'd never in a million years be able to do what you do," Frank tells her, "It's fucking amazing."

She beams at him. "I like the challenge. Forcing myself to be patient and get things done. It makes the final piece that much more satisfying."

He goes into the kitchen and grabs them more beer and plops down on the couch closer to her. "You know, I was so nervous about you."

She lifts an eyebrow and sips her beer. "Nervous?"

"Okay, more like terrified," he admits quietly, picking at the label on his bottle. "I hated Gerard's last girlfriend, and I was so worried that I wouldn't like you or that you wouldn't like us. And the way he talked about you. Still talks about you. It…" he trails off.

"Made you jealous?" she asks.

"Horribly, crushingly jealous," Frank says quietly.

"I didn't notice," Lindsey tells him. "Not until later."

"You got all the things I couldn't have," Frank whispers.

"You have that now, Frankie," she reminds him, clinking her bottle against his.

"I have so much more than that now," Frank says, grabbing her free hand.

Lindsey squeezes his hand back and smiles. "You always this sappy?" she teases.

"Worse," Frank says and drains his beer. This time Lindsey gets up and gets them more beer. They get giggly. Lindsey sparkles when she smiles. Everything about her lights up, and Frank wants to kiss her. So he does.

"Mmm," he murmurs when he pulls back. "Love kissing you."

"Good, wanna do more?" she smirks and leans in, nipping his lower lip. His lips are just the tiniest bit numb, and it feels fucking amazing. He can't stop the little moan that escapes. Lindsey pulls her shirt up over her head and takes her bra off so fast, it makes Frank's head spin. Suddenly she's sitting there, tits out, and Frank has to really moan this time. He reaches out and cups them in his hands, runs his thumbs over her nipples, and puts his mouth on hers again.

"We should…" Frank leans in to kiss her again and then pulls back, "go to the bedroom."

"Fuck, yes," she answers and stands. Frank stands too, and that's when he really notices how much he's had to drink. His head feels light as air, and everything is whooshing around him.

"Jesus," he says and grabs onto Lindsey.

"Nope. Pretty sure that dude's dead," she laughs. They clutch each other, giggling as they make their way back to the bedroom. The second they're in the door, she has her pants undone, and suddenly she's standing naked in front of him. Frank puts a hand on her hip and pulls her close, sliding two fingers of his other hand over her clit and inside her. She gasps.

"So fucking hot," Frank tells her. He reluctantly pulls his fingers back to get rid of his own shirt and pants. He feels her eyes on him the whole time. She laughs at him and catches onto his hips when he nearly falls over trying to get rid of his socks, then doesn't let go, pulling him close again as she backs up and gets on the bed. She forces him to follow, kneeling up between her legs as she moves back until her head hits the pillows. Then she reaches down to grab his dick and positions him.

"Fuck me," she demands. Frank slides right in, hands cupping her breasts, lips finding hers. He kisses down her neck, sucks, and then bites.

"Vampire," she gasps.

"Only when I've been drinking," he says back.

"Liar," she accuses and meets his thrusts with her own. "You love biting all the time."

"Well, yeah. More when I'm drunk, though. There's something about it. Gee likes it," Frank whispers and switches to the other side of her neck, biting again, losing himself in thrusting into her slick cunt, in the way her tits feel against his chest. Her legs wrapped around him, one of her hands buried in his hair, the other between them, touching herself. He speeds up his thrusts, moves a hand to join her fingers on her clit. He feels her come, feels her clench tightly around him, and that makes him come, too.

They both startle when a throat clears in the doorway. Frank rolls over and looks up at Gerard looking at the two of them like he just walked in on one of his fantasies. He probably did. Lindsey stretches next to him, her arms over her head, making her tits stand out.

"You gonna just stand there, Gee? Or are you gonna fuck me, too?" She asks throatily. Both Frank and Gerard moan.

Gerard strips fast and crawls onto the bed. He stops to kiss Frank, posed like it's just for a minute. Frank buries his fingers in Gerard's hair and holds on, makes him keep kissing Frank for a good long while. Finally, he lets go, and Gerard leans down to kiss Lindsey, and then he's hauling her hips into his lap and sinking inside her with a moan. Frank just watches for a minute. Watches Gerard's hands on Lindsey's hips as they slide up her torso and back down, watches Gerard's cock as it works in and out of her, watches Lindsey's tits as they move with Gerard's thrusts and her own thrashing and moaning. Frank leans down and sucks one of her tits into his mouth and feels her fingers in his hair.

He kisses up her chest, across her collarbone, and to her lips. He can tell she's about to come again by all the little gasps she makes, the little broken moans. Gerard beats her, coming with a loud moan, and Frank knows it's the feel of him coming inside her that sends her over the edge this time, shaking and panting into Frank's mouth.

Frank moves to the side a little, and Gerard collapses between them. Frank rolls over and rests his head on Gerard's shoulder, and Lindsey does the same on the other side.

"Shit, that was the best thing I've ever come home to, pretty sure," Gerard murmurs.

Frank laughs, dropping a kiss on Gerard's shoulder, and reaches over to squeeze Lindsey's hand.

****

Lindsey wakes up happy. She's hemmed in by her boys and not feeling like she really wants to move, and she's not at all hung over. She turns on her back and stretches her arms over her head and looks at the back of Gerard's messy head, at Frank's face, still gorgeous even with his mouth hanging open.

She starts with Frank. He'll be less pissy about her waking him up, and then Gerard can wake up to whatever it is they happen to get up to. She leans forward and kisses the corner of his mouth.

"Mmf," he says, automatically rolling over and draping an arm over her.

"Morning," she murmurs, running her hand up his arm to his shoulder.

"Mmf," he repeats. She kisses him again. This time, he kisses back, slipping a leg between hers. She lets her hand move into his hair, and his own hand roams over her hip and up her side. "Morning," he finally murmurs and opens his eyes to look at her.

"Surprise?" she offers. "I'm not Jamia."

"Didn't think you were," he mumbles, nuzzling under her chin. "It's early. Are you hungover?"

"Nope. You?" she asks and tilts her chin up to give him better access.

"Not even a little bit. Clearly we did something right."

"We did lots of things right. Want to do more?" She hums in approval as he sucks gently on the bite marks from last night. He shifts, so he's completely on top of her and presses his thigh against her cunt. She gasps and pulls his face in, so she can kiss him. Frank lets her grind up against him while he squeezes a hand between them to cup her breast. His callouses rasp against her nipple, and she arches into his hand.

Gerard finally grumbles beside them and flops over and cracks an eye at them. Lindsey licks her lips, leans up to kiss Frank again, and turns to Gerard. "Morning, Gee," she murmurs. Frank lets her out from underneath him but presses right up against her back. She can feel his dick, feel how hard he is, and she wants to push back and forward at the same time. Fuck. She wants... "Frankie, remember the first time we were together?"

"Not likely to forget anytime soon," Frank murmurs in her ear.

"Do you -" she breaks for a gasp as Gerard closes his mouth around her nipple. "Do you still want what you said you wanted?"

"Been waiting for it," Frank murmurs and runs his fingers down her hip and over her ass, just barely brushing down her crack. She moans.

Gerard pulls back from her nipple with a soft pop. "What are we doing?"

"You're both gonna fuck me, Gee," Lindsey whispers.

"Oh," he breathes. "Fuck, yes. You guys talked about this and didn't tell me?" He slides a hand over her to grip Frank's hip behind her.

"It didn't come up," Lindsey says, sliding a hand down to wrap around Gerard's cock. "Till now. It's definitely...up."

Frank giggles behind her. "I bet it is."

She strokes Gerard's cock a couple of times then pushes him gently over onto his back, swings a leg over his thighs, and pushes herself up, so she's straddling him. She looks down at him and grins at the dazed expression on his face. "You know where the lube is, Frank," she says.

"l...yeah."

She feels the mattress shift, and she can't help the grin that steals across her face at the way they're both just...letting her boss them around. She lowers herself to rub her pussy against Gerard's hard-on, grinding down with little circles of her hips, waiting for Frank.

"Fuck," Gerard gasps.

Frank settles behind her, and one of his hands settles on her back. The other traces over the tattoos on her shoulder, down her arm, her hip, over her ass, and down. She can tell he cups Gerard's balls from the look on Gerard's face, and then he slides his fingers forward between her cunt and Gerard's cock, and she gasps. He cups her pussy for a moment, middle finger just teasing her clit, then traces back along her crack again.

"Frank," she moans.

"Think you can handle being inside her while I finger her, Gerard?" Frank asks quietly.

"I...Frank," Gerard moans.

"That a no or a yes, Gee?" he asks. "Because how this goes for the next few minutes depends on your answer."

"He can handle it," Lindsey says confidently and lifts up. Frank takes Gerard's cock in hand, and Lindsey sinks down on it and looks Gerard in the eye. "He has to handle it."

"You have to handle it," Frank whispers in her ear.

She feels slick fingers probe her entrance. She takes a deep breath. "I'm good. I... fuck, Frank." He presses one finger inside her slow and careful. She wishes she could see his face, but she can see Gerard's. He's biting his lip, and his hands are gripping her thighs tightly. "You're gonna make it, Gee," she murmurs.

"Lindsey," he groans.

Lindsey breathes hard. Gerard's cock feels great. Adding Frank's fingers feels unreal. He presses his lips against the back of her neck. "You're gonna feel incredible."

Maybe she shouldn't be surprised, but Frank is thorough. So thorough that she can't hold back her noises, whimpers from deep in her throat, curses, and praise. She finally leans down to kiss Gerard just to have something to focus on. It's hard not to move much, to keep her hips steady, so she doesn't make things more difficult for Gerard. He kisses her back.

"Love," he gasps into her mouth. The rush she feels...

"I love you, too," she whispers. Frank thrusts his fingers harder, and she makes a noise. "Frank, now." She's not going to be able to hold on long.

Frank grips her hip with one hand. She feels his cock press against her and then in. She pants into Gerard's mouth, and Frank squeezes her hips hard as he pushes all the way inside. "Linds, fuck," he breathes into her hair.

"Oh god,” she moans. “So full. Fuck."

They're all frozen for a moment, afraid to move. Then Lindsey leans down to kiss Gerard again, and he starts flexing his hips. After a breath, Frank does the same, but more slowly.

"Gee," Frank breathes. "I can feel you. Fuck."

Gerard just moans. Lindsey feels like she's going to come apart already. Gerard wraps her in his arms. She can feel one hand searching for Frank. He's gasping something, and after a moment she hears it, "Love, love."

She can only nod and breathe at this point, only feel them both inside her, fucking her. They're not quite moving in tandem, which only makes it more intense. There's never a moment when one of their cocks isn't moving, isn't sending sparks all over her body. Gerard comes first, muffling a shout against her throat. He pulls out almost immediately, fingers going to her clit, and she whimpers. It's so much.

"Linds," Frank groans. He pulls out, too, spilling on the small of her back.

She laughs and gasps, "You fucker." He tugs her back up against his chest, fingers joining Gerard's. She comes within moments of Frank's fingers touching her. Pressing back against him and clutching at Gerard's free hand. When she's done shaking, she turns her head to kiss Frank. "Frank," is all she can say.

"Yeah," he answers, voice soft.

Gerard leans in to kiss her throat. She slides her hands into his hair and brushes softly through the tangles. He looks up into her face and smiles. "So fucking beautiful," she murmurs.

"God, Lindsey," he says. She kisses him. She doesn't have any other way to express everything she's feeling in this moment.

Frank's arms are still wrapped around her, and she doesn't want to move. Finally Gerard pulls back, and she slumps against Frank. "Think it's shower time, babe," he says.

"Yeah," she murmurs. "You and me? Gee can watch through the glass."

"I'm good with that," Frank says. "And then I'll make us breakfast."

She nuzzles against his cheek. "Sounds good." He pulls away from her and gets up. Lindsey leans down to kiss Gerard again and then follows Frank to the bathroom. She snags Gerard's hand on the way there and tugs him after her.

*

Lindsey sits on the bed next to Gerard's suitcase and neatly folds the shirts Gerard throws at it from the closet and the chest of drawers. "It's like you've never packed before," she says, shaking her head.

"If you're going to criticize my perfectly valid method of sorting out the clothes I want to take, you can go back to the living room," Gerard snaps. There's not much heat in it, but she snaps her mouth closed anyway. She takes a deep breath and tries again.

"I was just making a joke, Gee. You okay?"

He rubs a hand over his face and sits down next to her. "Sorry. I... I'm so fucking nervous about this trip. Like it's finally actually going to happen. That's fucking mind-blowing, but I don't want to leave you or Frankie and J. It'll be good to see Scott and Elisabeth and Sid when it's not, you know, a wedding and." He laughs and rubs his face again.

"Don't be nervous," Lindsey says, shuffling closer on the bed until she can grab him. "Because your comic is brilliant. They all know that, and you're finally doing what you want to do."

"You're required to say that because you love me," he says and cuddles close.

"You think I'd bullshit you about that? You think Frank would?"

"Nah, guess not," he says after a moment. "Things are just changing really fast, you know?"

"They are," she says, stroking her hand through his hair and nuzzling his cheek. "But I think every single one is a good change. You'll have fun once you actually get to Portland."

"I'll bring us home some of the good coffee," he says.

"And Frank and Jamia," she adds.

He looks at her for a second. "Yeah, us, I - oh."

"We really kind of are, huh?" she asks quietly.

"Yeah, a little. Lindsey...."

"Gee, I never expected this, but I think it's... it's good," she says. "Are you freaking out?"

"No," he says thoughtfully. "I was just - thinking about you. I always think about you first, Linds."

She leans in and kisses him. "I know you love me, Gee. I'm not worried about that. Honestly, since we started up with Frank and Jamia, I worry about it a lot less. Sometimes getting exactly what you want is fucking scary," she whispers. "Come here."

"Gotta pack," he whispers back.

"You have time for this," she replies and pulls him even closer. He rubs his cheek against her hair.

"Next time you're coming with me, okay?"

"Definitely. I've always wanted to go to Portland," she whispers and slides her fingers under his shirt. She thinks all four of them should go on a trip together sometime too, but she doesn't mention it.

"You're helping me finish packing," he says as he tugs his shirt off over his head and slides his fingers under the straps of her tank top.

"Of course," she murmurs and leans back on the bed and pulls him with her. "And buying you an extra big coffee."

****

Jamia and Frank are just about to turn out the lights when Jamia's phone rings on her nightstand. She’s all set to ignore it. The only people who ever call this late are people in their bands begging Frank to come rescue them from a ditch or some shit because Frank can sometimes be a softie when it comes to their bands. But the display says “Lindsey,” so she picks it up.

“Hey, Linds, what’s up?” She sits on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Frank turns over, wraps his arm around her waist, and nuzzles her belly.

“Hi, um—”

“Tell her it’s late, and I’m tired,” Frank says teasingly.

Lindsey must be able to hear him because she answers right away. “Oh, yeah, I guess it is pretty late, huh?” she says. She sounds... off.

“A little bit, but that’s okay. Frank’s just being a shit. Can I... Is there anything...” Jamia stutters. She doesn’t want to assume, but Lindsey sounds sad.

“I had a fight with my sister, and Gee’s away, and I just... wanted to hear a friendly voice, I guess,” Lindsey explains, and Jamia bites her lip. Frank’s looking up at Jamia now, a concerned look on his face.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Jamia tells her. “Do you... Will you and your sister be okay?”

“Yeah, we already made up. Just. It sucked.” Lindsey sighs over the line.

“You should come over here,” Jamia says abruptly.

“It’s late. I couldn’t bother you guys like that,” Lindsey protests.

“Shut up. Just come over, stay over. Tomorrow is Friday; we can handle missing a little sleep,” she insists.

“I’d really... if you’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. See you in a few,” Jamia says.

“Okay,” Lindsey answers softly, and the line goes dead.

Frank raises an eyebrow at her. Jamia shrugs helplessly. “She had a bad night, and Gee is in Portland.” Frank knows Gerard is in Portland. They all know.

“It's late, are you sure....”

“You don’t want her coming?” Jamia asks.

“Did I say that?” Frank asks, eyebrows raised. Jamia sighs.

“I think she feels silly about it. I bullied her into coming over, so she’s probably going to feel even sillier about that. So we should not let her.” Jamia absently runs a hand through Frank’s hair.

“I think we can come up with a few ways to distract her.” Frank nuzzles her again, nipping at her belly through the ratty t-shirt she’s wearing to bed.

Frank distracts her for a while until Jamia happens to glance at a clock. “I should go down and let her in,” Jamia says and extracts herself reluctantly from Frank’s grip, heading downstairs. She’s sort of tempted to make coffee, but then she wouldn’t get any sleep at all. The knock on the door comes a couple of minutes after she gets downstairs, and she opens it to find Lindsey on their porch, wearing over-sized pajamas that are clearly Gerard’s. Jamia pulls her into the house and into her arms. Lindsey clings back.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Jamia whispers. “Frankie gives amazing hugs.”

Lindsey laughs a little bit. “Yeah, he does.”

Jamia lets her toe off her shoes then leads her upstairs by the hand. Frank’s sitting on the edge of the bed when they come in the room, and Jamia leads Lindsey right to him. He stands and wraps his arms around her, whispering assurances into her hair. When he releases her, Frank glances at Jamia, and they both get on the bed and pull her in between them, tugging her up until her head is against the pillows. Frank leans down and places a soft, almost chaste kiss on Lindsey’s neck, and Jamia puts a hand on her cheek and kisses her lips.

Lindsey falls asleep after a while, and Frank reaches for the remote. They keep the DVR stocked with all sorts of mindless reality TV for late-night wakefulness - Frank is prone to it, especially when he's sick. Jamia drifts for a while too, and she's pretty sure they're on at least the fourth episode of Good Eats when she feels Lindsey stir against her. Not just stir, she nips at Jamia's collarbone, and Jamia sees a white smile flash as she looks up for a reaction.

If she wants a reaction, she can have one. Jamia starts out soft and slow, leaning down to catch Lindsey’s mouth and exploring with her tongue. Jamia reaches up with the other hand and cups her breast through the fabric of the pajama top. She feels Frank’s hand go for Lindsey’s other breast, and she pulls back to smile at Frank a little bit before kissing down Lindsey’s neck and beginning to unbutton her top. Frank starts at the bottom, and they pull the shirt aside.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Frank says and wraps his lips around Lindsey’s nipple. Jamia takes a moment to watch. To look at Lindsey’s face, her eyes closed in pleasure, the troubled lines of her forehead gradually smoothing out. She watches Frank, eyes also closed, mouth and tongue working Lindsey like he’s porn. All the while, Jamia is stroking and touching Lindsey’s breast until finally she just has to get her mouth on Lindsey, too.

She and Frank suck Lindsey’s tits for a while while Jamia runs a hand down Lindsey’s stomach, unties the drawstring to the pants, and slips her hand under the waistband, stroking Lindsey’s cunt. She’s getting wetter by the second. Jamia smirks around Lindsey’s nipple and then keeps sucking. After a few moments, Frank’s fingers join her, and they’re intertwining their fingers, and Lindsey moans. They keep stroking until she’s shaking and coming under their mouths and hands. Jamia pulls her mouth off Lindsey, and she and Frank pull their hands out of Lindsey’s pants.

Jamia leans over Lindsey and kisses Frank, listens to the appreciative noises Lindsey makes below them.

“Please,” she begs.

“Please, what?” Jamia asks.

Lindsey lifts her hips and shoves her pants off and grabs Frank, pulling him on top of her.

“I think she wants me to fuck her, J. What do you think?” Frank asks against Lindsey’s skin.

“Hmm, maybe,” Jamia jokes.

“Please,” Lindsey begs.

“Yeah,” Frank whispers, lines up, and Jamia watches his cock disappear inside. Lindsey wraps her legs around him, and they move together. Lindsey’s eyes are closed, and her chest is heaving. Frank’s got his eyes closed, too, his face the picture of concentration.

“Stop,” Lindsey says suddenly. Frank stills. Jamia can tell it’s quite an effort. “Jamia,” Lindsey says. “Jamia now.” Frank opens his eyes and looks down at Lindsey, then nods. He pulls out and moves toward Jamia.

She holds his hips and steadies him as he slides inside easily; she’s so fucking turned on, and he’s still slick from Lindsey. Just the thought that seconds ago he was deep inside Lindsey, fucking her with the same cock that’s fucking Jamia now, makes her moan and writhe, working herself on Frank’s cock. And then Lindsey gets her hand in between them, gets her fingers on Jamia’s clit, and she comes right then. Frank pulls out and straddles her belly, hand pumping his cock once, twice, and then he’s coming all over Jamia’s tits.

“Fuck,” both she and Frank moan when Lindsey leans down and starts licking it up. Frank sitting straddled over her, softening cock still in his hand, eyes fixed on Lindsey’s tongue, Jamia’s breasts. When Lindsey pulls back, a satisfied look on her face, Frank manages to lie down. Jamia is pretty sure he’s gonna drift off soon. She hooks an arm around Lindsey's neck and pulls her down, kissing her open-mouthed and sloppy while she slips her fingers between Lindsey's legs, rubbing firm circles until Lindsey gasps and grabs Jamia's wrist.

“Linds,” Frank whispers and tugs at her until he can get his arms around her. “Glad you’re here. Always.” He kisses her cheek, and Jamia watches her blink a couple of times then smile bright. Frank's eyes drift closed, and his breathing evens out.

Jamia pulls Lindsey into her own arms. “What he said. Whenever you need us, okay?”

Lindsey nods against her chest and absently runs her fingers over Jamia’s belly.

“Thanks for—” Lindsey waves her hand in the air. “The comfort. And the orgasms.”

“Any fucking time,” Jamia says. “Seriously.”

****

Lindsey is sitting with her feet up on the couch, toes tucked under Jamia's thigh. Ostensibly, she's watching a movie. Mostly, she's just watching Jamia's hands move as she crochets. She's basically been camped out at their house since that first night. She did go home to get some clothes that weren't Gerard's pajamas, but that's about it. Being around them just makes her feel a lot better about...well, everything.

Finally Jamia sighs and puts the hook and yarn on the coffee table. "That's enough, I guess. It's only March and Christa's not due until June anyway. Though, you'd think she was due tomorrow the way Ray is right now. But my hands are tired," she says. Lindsey smiles at her and shifts around, so she's pressed against Jamia's side. She loves lazy Saturdays like this best. Jamia's soft and warm, and the sun is shining outside. Lindsey feels so goddamn content, she's pretty sure it's going to come out her ears.

She reaches out and takes one of Jamia's hands between hers, massaging gently. "My hands aren't." She keeps rubbing Jamia's hands, and Jamia makes a happy noise and closes her eyes. Lindsey massages until Jamia opens her eyes and looks at her again.

"I love you," Jamia murmurs.

"Oh," Lindsey breathes. She can't remember the last time she was literally speechless. "I - so much, Jamia." She draws Jamia's hands up to her mouth and kisses the back of each one, then turns the one closest to her over to kiss Jamia's palm. She trails her lips up her wrist, her arm, and pulls down the strap of her tank top to kiss her shoulders and down across her clavicles. "So much," she repeats.

Jamia twists one of Lindsey's pigtails around her fingers and tugs, then leans in to kiss her lips. "So that's...okay?" she asks. "It seems like it's okay, but -"

"So okay. I... Jamia, god. Anyone who says lightning doesn't strike the same place twice is a fucking idiot. I love you so fucking much," she breathes.

Jamia's smiling, practically glowing. Lindsey just has to lean in and kiss her again. She pushes Jamia's other tank strap down her shoulder and reaches down to cup her breast. She kisses down over Jamia's chin, down her neck and her chest until she swirls her tongue around Jamia's nipple. Jamia hums and reaches for Lindsey, but she leans back.

"Nope, my turn. Just watch the movie," she says with a grin. Jamia snorts a laugh but lets Lindsey touch her how she wants. She gets Jamia's nipple into her mouth and sucks, then switches to the other. She slides her hand from Jamia's hip down the front of her pajama pants.

Jamia sighs and pushes up into it. Just enough to get a bit more pressure and still follow directions. "Love your fingers," she says.

Lindsey smiles against her nipple and kisses her way back to Jamia's lips. "I know you do," she murmurs and moves them in a circle over Jamia's clit. Fuck, she loves this girl, loves how she responds to Lindsey's touches. Loves watching her crochet and eating her cooking and - "Love you," she says, rubbing harder. "Want to make you come. Tell me how."

"Just keep doing that," Jamia gasps. "All I need is your fingers."

Lindsey pushes her fingers back into Jamia's cunt. She's even wetter now, and Lindsey's fingers slide easily back over her clit. "Wanna taste you, too. Make you come again with my mouth."

"I like a girl who plans ahead," says a voice from the kitchen. Lindsey looks over.

"Frank! I didn't hear you!"

"I did," Jamia breathes. Lindsey looks at her sparkling eyes. "Keep going," Jamia orders throatily.

Frank sits on the coffee table and folds his hands over his knee to watch. "Suck her nipples for me?" he asks. Lindsey returns her mouth to Jamia's breast, sucking hard then gently biting. She fondles the other breast with her free hand, keeping her fingers moving on Jamia's clit.

"Lindsey," Jamia gasps. "God, so good."

"Should I reward her, J?" Frank asks. "Fuck her after she makes you come for the first time? While she's eating you out?"

"Do I get a vote?" Lindsey laughs against Jamia's breast.

"Do you object to any of Frank's suggestions?" Jamia gasps out.

"Didn't say that," she tells Jamia, slipping her fingers down and inside to thrust again. Jamia moans, and Lindsey sucks hard on the top of her breast. She wants to leave a mark. "Come on, beautiful," Lindsey whispers, twisting her fingers and rubbing Jamia's clit with her thumb. Jamia bucks against her hand.

"Love you. Fuck. Lindsey," she moans and comes. Lindsey feels her clenching around her fingers and smiles against her chest. She sneaks a look at Frank. He's gripping his thighs tightly and staring at them, his mouth hanging open.

"Thought you were gonna fuck me," Lindsey murmurs.

"Y-yeah," Frank stammers. Lindsey turns back to Jamia, helping her settle into the corner of the couch, tugging her pajama bottoms down her legs. When they're off, Frank tugs on Lindsey's hips until she stands. He's already naked, cock hard and leaking. Lindsey shivers. "Yeah, I know you want me," Frank says. "Let's get your clothes off."

It's not hard - she's only wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants. Not even any underwear. You could say Lindsey's had ideas about how this day would end up since morning. He kisses her, makes sure to roll her nipples between his fingers before pushing her down on the couch. He gently directs her head to Jamia's cunt, and she leans forward and licks over Jamia's swollen clit. She moans in unison with Jamia. The taste, the smell, it's intoxicating.

She feels Frank's hand settle on her hip. He kneels behind her and rubs the head of his cock up and down her slit. "Fuck, Frankie. Please," she begs against Jamia's pussy. He strokes his free hand over the small of her back and presses just barely inside her. "Frank," she groans. He chuckles and pushes the rest of the way inside. Fuck, he feels good. As good as Jamia tastes. Lindsey runs her tongue up and down, dipping in for a taste, up to flutter at her clit. Jamia's hands tangle in her hair, and she moans loudly. Lindsey sucks hard on her clit right as Frank thrusts into her extra hard.

"Frank," Jamia murmurs. "Lindsey. Wanna come now. With you."

Frank leans over Lindsey's back and wraps an arm around her, sliding his fingers over her clit. "Keep sucking," he whispers against her back and starts stroking her off in time with his thrusts. Jamia comes first, still riding the wave of the first orgasm. Lindsey tastes it and moans, clenching her thighs. Frank speeds up his fingers on her clit, rolls his hips harder and faster. "C'mon, Linds. Come for me. Wanna feel it."

"Want you, want you, want -" The orgasm takes her by surprise. She moans, mouth still resting against Jamia's cunt. She feels herself clenching around Frank, relishes the feel of him fucking hard into her as she comes. "C'mon, Frankie. Fill me up," she gasps.

"Anything you want," he groans and keeps thrusting. She feels his hands tighten, his hips stutter and still, the rush of him coming.

"Oh, fuck," she whispers. He bends down over her again, mouth pressing against her back, her shoulders. He knows what she wants because he tugs her up and lets her crawl into Jamia's arms, nestles back up against her back. He's still inside her, and when Jamia's not kissing her, she's mouthing at Frank's fingers, and it's all hotter than it has any right to be.

Because it's them. She realizes that the way she feels for Frank isn't much different than what she feels for Jamia, but something stops her from saying it. Maybe it's the fact that she can't see his face, the fact that they just had sex. Or maybe she just wants it to be special and lovely like it was with Jamia earlier. It's good enough just to be here, really. She nuzzles against Jamia and reaches up and back to cup Frank's cheek. "Perfect," she whispers.

They lie like that until Frank lifts up with a gentle caress over her back. They take turns cleaning up in the tiny downstairs washroom and put themselves back together. "Well, I completely forget what was happening in this movie," Jamia says, reaching for the remote.

Lindsey laughs and kisses her. "I'm pretty sure I never knew. Was way too busy watching you to pay any attention."

"Happens to me a lot," Frank says from the kitchen. "Anyone else want a sandwich?"

"Fuck, yes," Lindsey says. "I'm starving," she replies. Jamia grins.

"I'm stunned that you're starving after we just had sex."

Lindsey sticks her tongue out. "Smartass."

"My smart mouth is part of my charm," Jamia replies and crowds into Lindsey's space.

"I guess," Lindsey teases.

Frank calls out from the kitchen, "J, quit flirting, and tell me if you want food."

"Yes, please," she replies and tugs Lindsey into the kitchen. They pull themselves up on stools at the bar, and Lindsey takes Jamia's hand over the counter and laces their fingers together. "Did you and your dad get the kit moved okay?" Jamia asks Frank.

"It was fine. Dad's jeep will be fixed on Tuesday, so I won't be called to do these things anymore," Frank replies. Jamia laughs.

"Sure you won't."

Frank puts plates in front of her and Lindsey. "You talk to Gerard yet today, Linds?" He asks.

"Not today," she replies.

Jamia hands her the phone. "We should call him now," she says.

Lindsey dials his cell and listens to it ring. He answers on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Gee," she says with a smile. Fuck, she misses him.

"Hi, babe. You're at Frank and Jamia's?"

She laughs. "Pretty much since you left. They haven't kicked me out yet, so -"

"And we aren't going to," Jamia interjects.

Lindsey grins at her. "You do love me."

"Maybe a little," Jamia teases.

Lindsey steals a look at Frank. He smiles and takes a bite of his sandwich. "How are things going?" she asks.

"Meetings are going great," Gerard says, sounding enthusiastic. "I'll be glad to fly home tomorrow though. I miss you."

"I'm glad everything's going well, but I miss you, too. So do Frank and Jamia," she says.

"You guys got a big homecoming planned for me?" he asks.

"We'll put our heads together. Want to talk to anyone else?"

"Yeah, definitely. Pass the phone around," he says.

"Okay. Love you," she says and hands the phone to Jamia.

"Hey, hot stuff," Jamia says. "When are you coming to a comic store near me?" Lindsey can hear Gerard's delighted laugh from where she's sitting and grins at Frank before starting to eat her sandwich. "Six months isn't so long to wait," Jamia says. "Yeah. We miss you a little around here. Frank's despondent. Uh huh. No really, can't wait. You, too, Gee. I'll definitely do that. Won't be a hardship, believe me. Here's Frankie."

Frank takes the phone. "She's right, I'm totally despondent. You being gone fucking sucks. A welcome home present? Oh, baby, I have that." He laughs. He's got a really great laugh, Lindsey thinks. "Remember how the last time you came back from Portland and then everything happened?" he asks. He smiles softly into the phone. "Yeah. Yeah. I love you, too. We're really proud of you, by the way," Frank murmurs. He listens for another moment, then says goodbye, and hands the phone back to Lindsey.

"Okay, now I'm really glad I'll be home tomorrow. Give them kisses for me?" Gerard asks.

"Of course," Lindsey replies.

"And touches. I know you're going to fuck later. And I'll probably still be out to dinner, so you can't even call me for it."

"But that would be kinky," Lindsey murmurs.

"Too kinky since Sid and Elisabeth will be there." He drops his voice. "But maybe you already fucked today?"

She smirks. "We really did."

"Tell me?" he asks.

"You sure you want to be stuck with an awkward hard-on, beautiful?" she asks. Frank giggles.

"I told you I missed you," Gerard answers.

"Is that a yes on awkward hard-ons?" she asks. He sighs.

"I... I shouldn't. I can wait a day. Maybe."

Frank circles the counter and drapes himself over her shoulder to whisper in her ear. "Tell him I'll be waiting at the airport tomorrow. Tell him I'll blow him in the car. Maybe not even in the car. Maybe just up against the door." She shivers, grabs his hand to hold him around her, and relays the information.

"Fuck," Gerard moans in her ear. "Okay, now you might as well tell me about what you guys did."

Frank sneaks his hand down to tweak her nipple. "I got Jamia off...twice. Frankie came home and fucked me through the second round," Lindsey tells him. Gerard makes a strangled little noise.

"Bet he loved coming home to that."

"Seemed that way," Lindsey says smugly. She flicks a look at Jamia, who's smiling. "I left a hickey on Jamia for you to find," she tells him.

"Shit. Linds," he whines.

"You told me you wanted to know," she teases.

"And I'm an idiot," he replies breathlessly. "I don't even... we're leaving in like, ten minutes."

"Fuck, honey," she breathes.

"I... I can't. I have to..." She hears rustling over the line.

"I fingered her first," she says. "We were sitting on the couch watching a movie, and I just reached down her pants." She gets her first moan for that, quiet. "Neither of us bothered with underwear today. Just a hassle. I sucked her tits, too, of course."

"That where the mark you left me is?" he gasps out.

"Yes," she replies. "And then Frank came home and undressed me and pushed my face in Jamia's cunt and fucked me from behind." He pants into the phone. Lindsey looks from Frank to Jamia, licks her lips automatically. "He went hard. You know I like that," she murmurs.

"Fuck. Yeah, you do. Especially from behind," he says.

"And I ate Jamia out while he was doing it. She was swollen and so damn wet from before. She tastes so good, Gee."

"I know," he moans. "Oh, I know. Fuck."

"She came first. I didn't move my mouth much, though. Didn't want to stop tasting her. And then Frank started fingering me as he was fucking me." She moans when Frank twists her nipple and mouths her neck. Gerard echoes her.

"Who?" he groans.

"Frankie, of course," Lindsey says. "Are you getting close, Gee?"

"Yeah. Fuck. Tell me more. Just a little."

"He's so good with his hips. Fucked me so good and god, his fingers. When I came, he kept going. Went even harder. Fuck, Gee. He felt so good. You know. God."

"I know, I know, I -" Gerard stutters off into curses, a long moan. "Fuck," he whispers after a few moments of silence. She smiles down the line and leans back against Frank more heavily.

"Just in time, too," she murmurs. "And no awkward boners in public."

"I gotta go, Linds, I -"

"Love you," she smiles. "See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," Gerard breathes, and the line goes dead.

Lindsey lifts her arms back and around Frank's neck. "'M all hot and bothered again, Frankie."

"That was just as good for the people on this side of the phone," Frank murmurs, reaching both hands around to cup her breasts.

"Yeah, it was," Jamia says and leans in to kiss her.

When Jamia slides her hands over Lindsey's stomach, Lindsey gasps. "Okay, we need to move upstairs or something because this stool is just not going to be sufficient."

"Yeah, the two of us have a lot of payback for you," Frank says, touching her mouth.

"Not that I won't take it, but that was all Gee," she says.

Frank pinches her nipples. "Gee isn't here, and it was definitely you."

"He misses us! I was just making sure he wouldn't be sad." Lindsey can't really even feign innocence, and she knows she's going to pay for it.

"Your mouth has been busy today, Linds. Maybe you should put your feet up for a while," Jamia adds. Now that. That was some effective innocence. Lindsey giggles. She's also incredibly turned on.

"I don't think you'll find me objecting."

Frank shifts, wraps an arm under her knees, and lifts her off the chair. He sets her back down on her feet. "Upstairs. We're gonna take such good care of you."

Lindsey knows they will.

****

As he's driving up the road to the airport, Frank decides at the last minute to just park and go meet Gerard at security. Cell phone waiting areas are boring, and however much he hates flying, he kind of enjoys airports. He stops and buys Gerard a coffee and walks straight to the waiting area. The board says Gerard's flight is on time, and when he texts to say they've landed, Frank replies with, Cool. He's not sure why, but he wants this to be a surprise.

Gerard is easy to spot coming down the hallway. Probably the giant sunglasses he's wearing despite being, you know, inside. Frank looks around and finally puts the coffees down by his feet. Not precisely safe, but better than if they're in his hands. When Gerard finally spots him, the smile that spreads across his face is totally worth the $10 he dropped for parking.

"Frankie," Gerard breathes. "I'm gonna kiss you now."

Frank grins. "Yes, please." And then Gerard's on him, hands going into his hair and mouth covering his. Frank wraps Gerard tightly in his arms and kisses back. Yeah, he's glad he put the coffees down. "I missed you, motherfucker," Frank says plaintively when they pull apart. "And I brought you coffee."

"I brought you coffee, too," Gerard says with a grin. "Beans, though." He makes grabby hands at a cup. Frank hands it over, and they go down to baggage claim. Gerard chatters about the trip, about his comic, about everything he saw and did. It's great to just listen to him talk.

When they're about ten feet from the car, he nudges his hand against Frank's. "I didn't hear it directly from the source, but I'm pretty sure that I got promised a blow job last night."

Frank smirks as he walks the last few steps to the car. "Your dick has a standing invitation to my mouth," he says. Gerard looks at him expectantly. Frank smiles innocently and unlocks the trunk, so they can load Gerard's luggage. Gerard rolls his eyes, but plays along. After Frank slams the trunk shut, he opens the door to the back bench seat and gestures for Gerard to get in.

"This is a full service establishment," Gerard says, climbing in. Frank follows him.

"You bet your ass it is," Frank says. Gerard settles on the bench, already unzipping and unbuttoning, and Frank bats his hands away. "Mine."

"Yours," Gerard says, voice wobbling a bit as Frank reaches into his briefs. He's been picturing this a lot since Gerard left.

"Fuck, I missed you. And your cock," Frank says and licks over the head. "Missed your taste."

"Missed your mouth," Gerard groans. "Frankie."

Frank reaches up and tugs at Gerard's waistband, easing his jeans and briefs down his thighs as Gerard obligingly lifts his hips. As soon as he's done, Frank leans back in and nuzzles Gerard's cock again. Gerard moans and puts his fingers in Frank's hair.

Frank takes Gerard's cock in hand and licks from the base up to the head and then sinks down, his tongue pressing against the underside. The taste, god. He wasn't lying. He can't get enough of it. Can't get enough of Gerard's helpless noises and how fucking big he feels in Frank's mouth.

"Fuck, Frankie. Feels so good. Been thinking about your mouth since last night. Had to jack off in the bathroom twice," he says breathlessly.

Frank hums since his mouth is a little fucking busy. Gerard can talk enough for both of them. He does, too. Murmurs praise, tells Frank over and over how much he loves him, how much he missed him. Frank rewards him by cupping his balls and swallowing around him. They've been doing this now for a few months, but it still feels brand new sometimes. Frank will never get tired of hearing Gerard's voice break, feeling his hips tremble.

He licks and sucks at the head of Gerard's cock, mostly so he can look at Gerard's face. He's so gorgeous, especially like this. "Frankie," Gerard whispers, twisting his fingers in Frank's hair. It feels so good. Frank arches into it a little, then starts sucking again, using his hand to stroke the base. Gerard is already close, his hips already twitching. Frank goes with every movement, encouraging him with his hand on Gerard's hip.

Gerard thrusts up erratically, his hand tight in Frank's hair. Frank does the best he can with his mouth and hand to rein him into a rhythm and a speed that he knows will get Gerard off, groaning a little in his throat every time Gerard's fingers clench. It's one of those groans that seems to set Gerard off, echoing it and thrusting up hard and coming with a rush in Frank's mouth. Frank pulls off and swallows, licking his lips and looking up at Gerard. They're both panting a little, and Frank smiles, enjoying the stretch of swollen lips. "Welcome home," he says.

"Fuck," Gerard says with feeling. Frank leans up to kiss him. Gerard wraps a hand around the back of his neck and holds him close. "It's so fucking good to be home. Let's go meet the girls, yeah?"

"Definitely," Frank replies and moves up between the bucket seats to sit in the driver's seat. He's hard, too, but he doesn't really care at the moment. He knows someone will take care of that later. This was about Gerard, and fuck was it good. He starts the car but lets Gerard put himself back together and get his seatbelt buckled before pulling out of the space.

Frank drives over to Gerard and Lindsey's apartment, knowing that Lindsey and Jamia will both come straight there, are probably both itching to get done with their responsibilities for the day. He's glad he has this time alone with Gerard, though. Gerard reaches across the space between them and takes his hand. Frank looks over at him, but he's looking out the window and sipping his coffee. Frank squeezes his hand and turns back to the road.

He pulls into a parking space outside Gerard and Lindsey's place. He helps Gerard get his luggage upstairs, but Gerard stops him from pulling the suitcase back to the bedroom and tugs him down onto the couch with him.

"Unpacking? Laundry?" Frank offers.

"Stop being organized and sit," Gerard scolds him, pulling him close and sticking his nose behind Frank's ear. Frank doesn't take much convincing. And besides, he's not the one who has to deal with the suitcase full of dirty clothes because Gerard doesn't live with him, however much he might sometimes wish it. "What'd you do while I was gone?" Gerard asks. "We didn't get to talk very much."

"Set up PR shit for a bunch of the bands, tracked merch orders all over the fucking state. Fucked your girlfriend," Frank giggles. "I mean - I'm sorry, I just had to say it."

Gerard laughs in his ear. "And fucked your wife. And watched them fuck each other, too, I'm sure."

"Yeah, those, too. Lindsey came over the second day you were gone and then basically never left. It was nice," Frank says.

"I wish -" Gerard makes a frustrated noise.

"You're not mad, are you, Gee? I mean, we haven't really...."

"No. No, it's. I like that she has you guys, too. I. I wish I could have been here for it. But if I'd been here, we probably wouldn't have all been in the same place. It's…" Gerard trails off again. Frank turns in his arms, so he can see Gerard's face. "There's no such thing as 'too much time with you,' Frankie," he finishes finally.

"Yeah," Frank breathes. "Either of you. And Jamia. I never thought… well, I never expected a single second of this, nevermind anything else," Frank says.

"I just don't want to cross any lines. Be too demanding. I've got ten years of it stuffed in the back of my mind, and that's without adding Linds or Jamia into the mix." Gerard laughs. "Sorry. It's been on my mind, well, the entire time I was gone."

"I've been thinking about it, too," Frank murmurs. "I think… I feel like the lines aren't there anymore? Or they won't be there for much longer? At this point, the fact that we're all separate so much is kind of bothering me."

Gerard smiles and cups his cheek. "That's... really not surprising, Frankie. Knowing you."

Frank laughs ruefully. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Mr. Commitment here, ready to commit. But… you feel it, too, right? And not just about me."

"Um. Speaking of - I've been thinking about proposing to Lindsey," Gerard says. "But I just - I love you, too, Frank."

Frank leans in and kisses him lightly. "I know that. But you can't marry both of us. I… creepy religious polygamy and the fact that our governor is a fuckwad aside, would you? If you could?" Frank asks quietly.

"In an instant. But you're already married," Gerard reminds him.

"I know. I just. Like knowing that," he says and leans up to kiss Gerard again. Maybe it's dumb. Frank made his choices a long time ago, and he's definitely not going to unmake them, but it's still good to know.

"I just need you to know I'm not taking the easy way out," Gerard adds. "I still choose you, too. And Jamia. Even if no one will let me say so."

Frank breathes out. That's exactly what he wanted to hear, he's pretty sure. "I love you," he whispers. "So goddamn much." Gerard lets him cling for a while. The more Frank thinks about Gerard getting married, the more he thinks it's amazing. Because Lindsey is amazing, and if Gerard marries her, they definitely get to keep her. And Frank definitely wants to keep her. There's… basically not much in the entire world that he wants more.

A key in the door a while later lets in not only Lindsey, but Jamia as well. Lindsey smiles brilliantly when she sees Gerard and Frank sitting on the couch. Gerard disentangles himself from Frank and stands up to catch her around the waist when she launches herself at him. He laughs delightedly and spins her around a bit before setting her back down. Jamia exchanges a grin with Frank and then steps into their space when they're done moving.

"Special delivery, one glue-covered artist," Jamia says, stretching up to kiss the corner of Gerard's mouth.

Gerard grabs her wrist and tugs her close. "You're pretty special, too."

"I know," Jamia says contentedly. "Also, I have takeout in the car. May I borrow Frank?"

"I suppose," he replies with a smile and leans in to kiss her properly. God, Frank loves watching them together.

"Mmm," she says when she pulls back. "I'm going to want more of that later." She tugs a lock of his hair and pulls back, holds out a hand to Frank. He pops up off the couch and holds her hand as they walk down to her car. "So, did you give him a blowjob in the car?" she asks with a sideways grin.

"I am a man of my word," Frank says, mock-offended.

She laughs and squeezes his hand and presses the button to unlock the car. They carry the food upstairs and find Lindsey and Gerard sitting on the couch. Well, Gerard's sitting on the couch; Lindsey is straddling his lap and kissing the shit out of him.

Frank and Jamia leave them to it. They set all the takeout boxes on the counter and get out plates and silverware. Jamia fills him in on her afternoon in the office, and when someone behind him kisses him on that spot behind his ear, he doesn't even feel the need to look. Especially not when a chin lands on his shoulder, and the smell of her perfume hits his nose. "I wanted to stop by your studio before I went to pick up Gee, but I got caught in some stupid traffic," Frank murmurs against Lindsey's cheek.

"Probably good - there was an... Incident." She gestures at her messy shirt and jeans. He laughs and kisses her cheek.

"We'll be sure to mess you up even more, later."

"I don't care as long as I'm naked," she replies.

"Food first," Gerard says. He looks unimaginably fucking happy.

They sit and eat. Frank can't even make himself believe it's not a family dinner. He's pretty sure he doesn't have to. He knows he and Gerard are on the same page. Jamia, too. Maybe he doesn't know for certain about Lindsey, but he'd be surprised if she didn't feel the same. Lindsey prods Gerard for more details about his meetings, and even though Frank's already heard some of it, he's happy just to sit and listen. He's just happy.

*

Frank and Jamia leave together for the office the next morning, trading kisses with Gerard and Lindsey between bites of breakfast and sips of coffee. When they get to the office, Frank makes a prediction. "Bet you he asks her to marry him by the end of the day."

"Are you withholding information from me, Frank Iero?" Jamia says, hands on her hips.

"He told me while we were alone yesterday! I didn't have a chance until just now. It's not like we were ever really out of hearing distance of Linds," he says, hands up in mock surrender.

"Married," she muses. "I guess I'm not surprised. Didn't he say he decided he wanted to marry her when he first met her?"

Frank smiles. "Yeah, he did." He grabs Jamia's hips. "And you know what that means? We get to keep her forever."

"I guess it does, doesn't it?" Jamia smiles. She cocks her head. "I am glad to hear you say that, baby."

"I... Gerard and I talked about it a little bit. About how it's about all four of us now, not just me and you and him and her," he says softly. "But there are still times it can't be. I think he wanted to make sure I knew that it was still - that we were part of what he wanted."

"And we are?" she asks. He beams.

"We really are. It's... we should all discuss it soon, probably. For now, I think it can wait." Just then, Frank's phone starts buzzing in his pocket. "Hello?" He answers. "Hey, Gee. What's up? Wait, what?"

"I asked her to marry me. We went to the courthouse and applied. We can get married in three days," Gerard replies. Frank can hear the glee in his voice.

"Jesus. I told J we'd probably get a call by the end of the day. I didn't expect..."

"No reason to wait," Gerard says. "So, Thursday. Mom and Dad are free, Mikey and Alicia can get free, but you - will you and Jamia be our witnesses?"

"Gee," Frank breathes. "Of fucking course, we will. What time?"

"Four! I... Frankie, this is really happening," Gerard murmurs in his ear.

"I feel so unprepared! Who's going to make your cake?" Frank teases.

"Eh. Cake is not necessary," Gerard says. Frank shoots a look at Jamia.

"Are we - ah - dinner after?"

"Yeah, definitely," he replies.

"Wait," Frank says. "We were going to have dinner tomorrow. Do you still want to -"

"Definitely. Okay, I gotta go. Frankie, I love you," Gerard says.

"Love you, too, Gee," he replies and then hits end. "They're getting married Thursday," Frank tells Jamia, staring at his phone.

"Well. Glad I didn't take that bet," Jamia says. Frank giggles. Only Gerard. Well, they did it, too.

"I think we're bad influences. J...we need to make them a cake! Need to. We can invite them back after dinner and -" He hesitates, momentarily unsure.

"We can help them celebrate, and if they want a wedding night to themselves, we let them go?" she says.

"Yeah," Frank replies. He kind of hopes they don't, but if they do, that'll be okay. "Too bad I'm not as good at fondant sculptures as Gee."

"Haven't you heard?" Jamia asks, stepping close and wrapping her arms around his waist. "The secret ingredient is love."

He laughs hard into her neck. "And they call me a sap."

"You will always be the biggest sap," Jamia says. "So I guess we're knocking off work Thursday?"

"We so are. Eddie can handle any crisis. He's perfectly capable, aren't you Eddie?" He opens the office door and calls down the hall.

"Aren't I what?" Comes the answer.

"Capable of handling this place for a day on Thursday if we happen to fuck off to bake a cake for Gerard and Lindsey's wedding," Frank says.

"This Thursday? Wow. Sure, tell him congratulations," Eddie replies.

They go home by way of a quick stop at the grocery store for more powdered sugar and cream cheese to make the cake. Frank smiles as he tucks them away.

They meet Gerard and Lindsey at the local pizza place on Tuesday night for dinner. It's just like basically every other dinner they've had together, and Frank realizes that's because not much is actually changing. The marriage license and ceremony are just formalities. He was right the first time; it's bringing them closer together, not pushing them into separate spheres. He decides right then to stop worrying.

He's bummed they have to separate to their own places after, but Lindsey has to go into the city early, and Frank promised his dad they'd have breakfast, which always happens stupid early because his dad likes to get to the diner before it gets super crowded.

Gerard and Lindsey don't say much about the wedding over the next couple days, but they're clearly busy because neither Frank nor Jamia gets more than a few texts throughout the day. Frank is busy, too. Studio time for one of the bands falls through, and Frank has to scramble for a substitute booking. He still wakes up early on Thursday, though. Baking day. He prods Jamia, and when she doesn't open her eyes quickly enough, whispers "Coffee. Cake," a couple times into her ear.

"Cake scraps," she whispers back and cracks open an eye at him.

"Exactly," he says and pulls her up and out of bed. But first, there's coffee and yelling at the morning shows on TV and eggs and toast, and then they start baking.

While the layers cool on the counter, he fucks her bent over the kitchen table. He comes so hard his vision whites out, and Jamia shouts louder than he's heard from her in a while. He kisses the back of her neck while they both recover. It tastes like flour. Then they go clean up and start putting the layers together and store everything up on top of the fridge to keep it out of Sinatra's danger zone.

It's fucking fun. He loves working on things like this with her. They bicker about how they should decorate the cake and steal kisses as they work. He doesn't say it, but fuck, if there isn't a lot of love going into the making of the cake.

They take enough time on the project that eventually they run out of time, which means rushing upstairs and sharing a shower - while not even doing anything fun, which sucks except for how Jamia is so pretty that he's happy just to look at her - and then getting dressed and heading to the courthouse.

They get to the courthouse in plenty of time and find Gerard and Lindsey and Mikey and Alicia already waiting. Mikey's on the phone with one of his parents, who are apparently running late, but Alicia watches the round of extremely proper cheek-kisses that the four of them exchange with an amused expression.

Frank steps next to her and elbows her gently. "Be nice."

"I didn't say a thing. You guys are fucking adorable," she replies and elbows him back a whole lot harder.

"Ow," he sighs. He should have known better. Alicia could probably break him if she wanted to. Which is one of the reasons he had initially sort of dreaded them finding out about - things. Not like Gerard and Mikey keep secrets, though.

Alicia wraps an arm around his shoulders and pulls him in for half a hug. "I may as well be getting another brother-in-law today, too, huh?"

"You always had one," Frank tells her.

"Aww, Frankie," she murmurs and squeezes. "So we're partying at your place after dinner?"

"The best fucking cake you've ever had," he replies, just as Donna hurries up.

"Your father is still parking. I left him ranting about people 'who don't fucking know how to use their turn signals,'" she says and hugs Gerard. "Look at you, getting married."

"Not at the moment, Ma," Gerard replies, letting himself be squeezed until Donna turns her attention to Lindsey and tells her how gorgeous she looks. Frank was trying to ignore that because it's fucking distracting. They all get squeezed, actually, because that's Donna for you.

"Go upstairs," Alicia offers. "Sign in or whatever. I'll make sure Don finds us."

They make their way up, and after that, everything moves astonishingly fast. Frank stands next to Gerard and Jamia next to Lindsey as they say their vows and then say, "I do" to each other, beaming gorgeously. Frank looks at Jamia, and she looks back at him, and he has to contain a full-body shiver.

I still do, she mouths at him with a wink. God, he loves her. Gerard and Lindsey kiss and set off a round of cheers and clapping from their little party. They sign the license, the judge shakes their hands and congratulates them and then lets them have the room for a few minutes, and there's a mess of hugging and kissing. Frank tries not to cling to either Gerard or Lindsey. It's hard, but he manages. He does let himself whisper to Gerard that he loves him, lets himself tell Lindsey he's really fucking glad Gerard met her.

He also lets himself ogle a little as she moves on to Jamia, though. No one's paying attention to him anyway. Except, apparently, for Gerard, who snorts quietly in his ear before announcing to the room that he made a reservation for eight at a nearby Italian place, and they'd better get going now or they're going to be late, no really, now. His punctuality is fucking adorable.

They go to the restaurant and laugh and eat, and Don rants about traffic some more, which mostly has them all in stitches, and then everyone drives back for cake. Frank loves having them there, loves celebrating with them all, but he keeps wondering what will happen once the rest leave, and it's just the four of them.

Donna, after a few glasses of champagne, makes a couple comments about them being inseparable that have Frank first chuckling and then feeling a weird sort of icy flush creep over his body. Mikey and Alicia are one thing. Parents are another. But she's vague enough that he's not sure, and she's still smiling and has her arm wrapped around Jamia's shoulders as she says it, and they all move on. Except for how Frank distinctly sees Mikey's lips twitch. Fucker.

But he and Alicia say their goodnights soon after, begging tiredness - which is a crock because it's early, and Frank knows they're just going home to play MMOs or something with Alicia's best friend in California - and Frank is pretty sure that's for their benefit.

And then they're gone, and Don and Donna a few minutes later, and suddenly Frank is standing there by the front door looking at them sprawled over the living room, and he's just. Happy. Happy like he was when he and Jamia got to the end of their wedding day.

"Are you staying?" he asks finally. "I can get us refills if you are, or -"

"Of course we're staying," Lindsey says lazily. She's barefoot - they all are at this point - with her feet propped up on the coffee table. Her toenails match her lipstick. He sort of wants to eat her alive, but he's been trying really hard all day not to assume.

Frank lets out a breath slowly. "Good." He goes to her first. Bends down over where she's curled up into the corner of the couch and kisses her soft and slow. She tastes like cake and lipstick, and he's been dying for this all day.

Lindsey makes a contented noise and curls her hands into his hair. He has to prop a knee on the cushion by her hip to hold himself up. He wraps a hand around the back of her neck, feels someone slip onto the couch beside him and put a hand on his hip.

He knows by the way the fingers twitch that it's Gerard. He turns his head to capture Gerard's lips with his. He's just getting into it when Lindsey tugs on his hair, and he turns to face her, looking from her to Jamia, who's perched on the arm of the couch.

"Let's go upstairs and celebrate some more," Lindsey says.

"Upstairs is good," he breathes and stands up straight, pulling Lindsey up with him. She wraps him up in a tight hug for a few moments. He clings back like he wouldn't let himself earlier.

Jamia, who's been a lot calmer than him all day, slips by them and squeezes his ass. Frank jumps and squeaks and feels himself grin; he was completely zoned out, living up to the sappy reputation they'd joked about earlier. Gerard is already a step behind Jamia on the stairs, and Frank grabs Lindsey's hand and tugs her after them, crowding against Gerard's back, calling him a slowpoke and making him laugh.

When they get into the bedroom, Jamia pushes Gerard down on the bed and climbs into his lap. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her, lets his hand slip up the back of her shirt. Frank steps up to her back and leans in, touching her cheek to turn her head and kisses her himself. She tastes like sugar and champagne and makes a happy noise into the kiss.

"Clothes," Gerard murmurs. "Off. I want… I need." Frank smiles into Jamia's mouth.

"Yeah, us too, Gee." He pulls back, and Lindsey's hands are on the buttons of his shirt.

"Did I tell you how beautiful the cake was?" Lindsey asks him as she pushes the fabric off his shoulders. "I could tell you did the painting," she says, sweeping her fingers across his chestpiece, lingering on Jamia's name over his heart.

"It wasn't…" Frank trails off at the look on her face. "You deserved cake," he says.

"I still deserve cake," she teases him. "I will deserve cake for breakfast, and it might be your job to feed it to me." Frank's suddenly sure they are going to be really fucking late to work tomorrow.

"I'm sure we can make that happen," he replies and reaches around her back to unzip her dress. It's an orangey shade of red and looks amazing on her, but he's ready for it to be off. He helps her pull it over her head and presses close to kiss her again when it's on the floor.

"My turn," Gerard says after a moment, wrapping his arms around Frank. Jamia's on her feet, unbuttoning her skirt. Frank takes her place on Gerard's lap, toppling them both over with his haste.

Gerard giggles and wraps his arms tightly around Frank's shoulders and rolls him over onto his back. "Frankie," he whispers.

Frank just kisses him, hard and desperate and everything else he's feeling.

Gerard shifts completely on top of Frank and kisses down his throat. "Fuck me," he mutters against Frank's collarbone.

"Yes. God, Gee," he says. He hears Lindsey moan low at the foot of the bed and looks to see Jamia pressed against her, fingers gently rubbing over her nipples. They're both naked already, and Frank's mouth goes dry at the sight of all that bare skin. "Get over here, so we can both see you," Frank says. "Touch you." The girls move around and get in the bed beside them. Frank sighs happily. "That's better."

Frank squirms until he can flip the two of them over. Lindsey reaches for the hem of Gerard's shirt while Frank works on his pants. They get Gerard naked, and Frank looks down at him, at the fresh hickey he knows Lindsey left on his collarbone in the last few days. "You should eat out your wife while I fuck you." Gerard makes a wanting noise, and Frank taps him on the flank. "Roll over." He does as he's told and stays up on his knees to give Lindsey room to move, so she's lying against the pillows, then goes down on his elbows between her legs. Frank watches them settle, watches Jamia curl up next to her, and lays a hand on the small of Gerard's back.

Jamia leans up to kiss Gerard while Frank gets the lube from the drawer next to the bed. He keeps a hand on Gerard's back; he doesn't want to lose contact at all tonight. Jamia and Gerard are both close enough to bury their faces in Lindsey's lap, and from the look on her face, she knows it and wants it, bad. Frank smirks at her and runs a hand over Gerard's ass, trails his fingers down over Gerard's hole. He cups Gerard's balls through his legs, and Gerard breathes hard. "Frankie. I don't know how much I can...need you so fuckin’ bad."

"Your mouth, Gerard," Frank reminds him, coating his fingers with lube. Gerard leans in and licks up and down Lindsey's cunt then wraps his lips around her clit and starts sucking. Lindsey has one hand in his hair, and the other is clenching Jamia's shoulder. Frank presses a finger into Gerard and watches Jamia kiss Lindsey's thigh, her belly, push herself up until she can suck on a nipple.

He'd be happy to just sit back and watch this, he thinks. The three of them are incredibly hot together, but Gerard sounded pretty desperate, and Frank's not about to tell him no. He feels Gerard trembling and adds another finger. Gerard pushes back into his fingers, a whine translating into a gasp and a buck from Lindsey. He watches her eyes go from Gerard to Jamia, to him, looking glazed but intent.

"Fuck him now, Frankie. He wants to really feel it," she murmurs. Gerard moans. Lindsey echoes him and arches off the bed. Frank pulls his fingers out, and Gerard gasps again. Jamia leans her cheek against Lindsey's hip and reaches up to finger her while Frank lines up and pushes in, not as slow as he should or as fast as he wants to.

Gerard breathes hard against Lindsey's hip. He wraps his hand around Jamia's wrist. Frank can't see it, but when Jamia moans, he knows Gerard started sucking on her fingers. He starts to thrust, reaching around after a moment to close his hand around Gerard's cock. He wants Gerard to come, he wants to watch Lindsey come, and he really wants to reward Jamia for being patient. He thinks he can hold on for all of that. Maybe.

Once Gerard gets himself under control, he puts his mouth back on Lindsey. Frank can hear the noises his mouth makes, hears Lindsey's heavy breathing and little moans whenever he uses his tongue just right. Jamia shifts again, and Frank feels her fingers join his around Gerard's cock. His hips jerk hard, fucking into their hands, and Frank tightens his own grip, speeding up.

"Your mouth, Gee," Lindsey moans and tightens her fingers in his hair, holding him against her pussy. Frank can tell by the flush spreading down her body that she's getting close.

"Is it good?" Jamia murmurs. "Wanna see you come. Frankie can't take his eyes off of you."

Frank groans. It's hard to talk. Too many sensations. "Yeah," he says. "Really can't. Please." Whether it's what they said or whatever Gerard does next, Lindsey jerks against his mouth a couple times and curses breathlessly as she comes.

"Fuck, Linds," he murmurs and thrusts harder. He lets Jamia take over jacking Gerard off, so he can grip his hips with both hands. Gerard rests his forehead on Lindsey's thigh and thrusts back against Frank. Frank closes his eyes and focuses on the feel, on the sound of Gerard's breathing, of Lindsey's breathing evening out, the whisper of Jamia's hand on Gerard's cock.

"You look so beautiful like this, Gee," Jamia tells him.

He sees her lean in to kiss his shoulder, hears him gasp Jamia's name, feels him start to clench and come. "Frankie," he mutters, face still smashed against Lindsey's skin. Frank can't answer; he has his lip clamped between his teeth, breathing hard through his nose, so he won't come.

Gerard comes for a long time. Frank can barely hold himself back, but Jamia's lying there. Frank can see her pussy, see how wet she is, and he wants to just move over and slide right in. When Gerard is done, he pulls out and sits back on his heels, hand wrapped around his dick. "Fuck," he whispers, staring stupidly. He can't figure this out, doesn't want to take the time to clean up.

Lindsey reaches over and grabs a condom from the drawer and hands it to him. "Fuck her, Frankie."

Of course. He smiles at Lindsey. "I -"

"Get on with it," she tells him with a smirk.

He tears open the packet and rolls the condom down his cock. Jamia turns fully on her back and spreads her legs wider. "So fucking hot," he whispers and crawls on top of her. "Using rubbers makes me feel like a teenager," he says against her neck, lining up and sliding in. "You remember our first time, J?"

"All two minutes of it?" she teases, moaning as he gets a hand in between them and pinches her nipple.

"Yeah, this is going to remind you of it," he pants. He flicks a look at Gerard and Lindsey, twined around each other and kissing and sneaking looks of their own.

He reaches between them and starts rubbing Jamia's clit. He's pretty sure she'll come just as fast as he will. He stays still for as long as he can, just rubbing her, winding her up until he knows she's close and then starts thrusting again.

She grabs his shoulders hard. One of her hands is still sticky from Gerard's come, and he can smell it and her, and he dips his head to kiss her as he thrusts harder, angling for maximum friction. She hooks her ankles around his thighs and thrusts back against him. Her tongue is doing wicked things in his mouth, and she feels so goddamn good. He can't hold out for much longer. The first time she clenches around him, he starts coming.

Frank keeps moving through it, thrusting, pressing hard with hips and mouth, eyes squeezing shut as he rides out her orgasm. She pulls away from his mouth to gasp his name, mouthing weakly at his jaw until he slips his mouth over hers again, kissing more gently this time. He feels a hand in his hair, smoothing it out of his face.

He turns his head to kiss Lindsey's palm. She looks radiant. Gorgeous and sweaty and amazing. And theirs. She's the only one he hasn't touched yet - not really, not since he undressed her. He can't let that opportunity pass. Gritting his teeth, he pulls out and sits back to deal with the condom. She sits up with him, laughing at the irritated expression on his face.

"Come with me," Lindsey says. He casts a quick look at Jamia and Gerard before letting her tug him off the bed and into the bathroom.

She turns on the hot water and kisses him while she waits for it to get hot, then runs a washcloth under the water and runs it gently over his chest, his stomach, his cock. He's having a hard time breathing, and it's definitely not because of the physical sensations. When she's done, she tosses it in the hamper and wraps her arms around his waist.

"You've been working hard," she says. "Time to relax, babe."

He rubs his cheek against hers and wraps his arms around her shoulders. He loves how she feels in his arms. Lindsey's taller than Jamia, less soft, but she feels like she's meant to be there just as much as Jamia does. Just as much as Gerard does. Her hair smells like sweat and perfume. He kisses her ear and says, "Congratulations. Again."

She smiles softly at him, cups his cheeks in her hands. "Thanks, Frankie. You're stuck with me now."

"Reverse that," he says. "Or. Add a lucky. Very lucky." She slides her arms around his neck and kisses him again, soft and slow. "If I kiss your husband right now, will he still taste like you?" Frank asks her, mostly because he wants to say 'husband.'

"Go find out," Lindsey murmurs.

They walk back into the bedroom hand-in-hand. Gerard has Jamia wrapped tight in his arms, his face buried in her neck. Frank crawls on the bed next to them and cups Gerard's cheek. When he turns his head, Frank moves in, presses his lips against Gerard's. "Mmm," he murmurs when he pulls back. "You do taste like your wife."

"You like that?" Gerard asks.

"I like that," Frank confirms, draping himself over Jamia and tucking his fingers under the arm Lindsey's got wrapped around Gerard's waist.

****

When Jamia picks up the phone on Wednesday morning, she's really not expecting to have to put out any major fires. She probably should be, knowing their business, knowing their bands. Apparently the person who had been lined up to tour manage two of their bands for a short east coast tour broke his leg the night before. Doing something incredibly stupid, so maybe it's better that he's not tour managing anyway.

"Fuck," she says. "Fuck. Fuck." Then, raising her voice, "Frankie!"

"Yeah?" Frank replies and comes into the office.

"Jerry broke his fucking leg and can't do the tour," she replies. She's already got her contacts list up, but she's pretty sure the reason they went with this guy is that he was the only one who could.

"Fuck," Frank replies, scratching his head, then rubbing his jaw. He sighs. "So when do I have to leave?"

She takes a deep breath and finishes scrolling down the list before looking back up at him. "First show is Friday night in Philly. Maybe someone else can do it," she adds, but she knows it isn't going to happen, and at this point Frank will probably insist anyway. Whoever they'd find last minute or on a favor might not be as good as their bands deserve.

And they definitely deserve something good. They all worked really hard to make this tour possible. "At least there's a nice, new van and another one that's not terrible," Frank says.

He sits down in one of her visitor chairs, and they go through the list of things they'll need to do, numbers he'll need to have, make the calls they need to make, and finally look at each other and take a breath.

"Coffee?" Frank suggests.

"I'm going to miss you," Jamia tells him.

"Me too, babe. Been a while since I was out on the road. But you'll have Gee and Lindsey this time. That'll make it better, yeah?" He reaches out to take her hand.

"Better. But I'll still miss you." He leans in and kisses her. "And so will the other two. Fucking dickheads who break their legs pulling stupid stunts right before they're supposed to do a job."

"I'll call as much as I can," Frank says. "Dirty texts are also an option." He grins, and she sticks her tongue out at him. She knows he's going to enjoy this. And hey, it's only two weeks, and he's right. She won't have to bang around the house all by herself the whole time. She can have Gerard and Lindsey come over or go over to their place. It'll be fine.

*

Frank leaves on Friday, and Gerard and Lindsey just come right over to the house when they’re done with their respective jobs for the day. They spend a nice evening making dinner together and watching increasingly bizarre documentaries on the History Channel. They’re watching a rerun of part seventy of “The History of Sex” when Jamia abruptly turns off the television.

“This is ridiculous. I’m sure we’ve all seen this at least twelve times at this point. Why are we watching it when we could be having sex?” She stands and crosses her arms over her chest, looking down at Gerard and Lindsey still cuddled up on the couch. She knows she sounds cranky, but fuck it. She misses Frank already.

Gerard reacts first. He stands and crowds into her space, slips his hands up under her shirt and cups her breasts, takes one look at her and rolls her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers right away. She’s never been happier that she took her bra off almost as soon as she walked in the door from the office. “Been staring at these all evening,” Gerard whispers into her neck.

“I know,” she says, closing her eyes and arching into his touch, putting her hands on his waist. Jamia has never forgotten Gerard's fantasy about fucking her tits; whenever she catches him staring, she likes to ever so casually stretch or move so they're more in his face. It always makes Lindsey laugh, and it looks like tonight she - and Gerard - will finally get what they want.

She hears Lindsey get up too, wants to open her eyes and look, but Gerard takes that moment to shove her shirt up and suck on one of her nipples. Lindsey presses herself against Jamia’s back, sliding her hands up Jamia’s belly until her fingers brush the bottoms of Jamia’s breasts. “He loves your tits so much,” Lindsey whispers in her ear. “You should let him fuck them tonight.”

Jamia grins. She loves it when she and Lindsey are on the same page. “Yes,” Jamia gasps, and Gerard bites down on her nipple just hard enough to sting, then tongues it gently. He gives her nipple one last good suck before lifting his head to kiss Lindsey over Jamia’s shoulder and then pulling back.

“Bedroom,” Gerard orders. Jamia thinks about Frank as she climbs the stairs. She still misses him, but she's so fucking grateful - so happy - that Lindsey and Gerard are here. The way they're both crowding close to her on the stairs tells her they feel the same. The second they’re in the bedroom, Gerard pulls Jamia’s shirt over her head, and Lindsey pulls her sweats and panties down and helps her step out of them.

“Lie down,” Gerard tells her, nudging her toward the bed. She does, gets comfortable on her back, and stares over at Gerard and Lindsey. Gerard’s whispering in Lindsey’s ear as he unbuttons her pants and slides them down her hips along with her panties. He doesn’t finish pulling them all the way off before going back to her shirt and pulling it up and over her head. Lindsey is wearing a pretty lace bra, and when Gerard unclasps and pulls it away from her chest, Jamia sucks in a breath at the sight. God, Lindsey is fucking gorgeous. Gerard finally finishes with her pants, and Lindsey immediately unzips his hoodie and pulls it off his arms, then goes for his shirt. She doesn’t waste any time with his pants before he’s down to his briefs, which Jamia knows Lindsey left on just for her because she likes seeing him in them. They’re red today. He’s ridiculous, and she loves it.

Gerard pulls Lindsey against him, her back to his chest, and slides a hand down her front, slipping two fingers into her cunt. He rubs teasingly a couple of times, cupping her breast with his other hand. Jamia knows it’s just to drive her wild. She moves her hand to start touching herself, something, but he clears his throat, and she takes it away automatically. He doesn’t get like this with her super often, but goddamn, it’s hot when he does. They finally come toward the bed, and Lindsey rummages in the drawer of Jamia’s bedside table and pulls out the black dildo and one of Jamia’s bullet vibes. She tosses the vibe to Gerard.

“We’re gonna make you come so hard, beautiful,” Gerard tells to her. “Spread your legs. Wide.”

Jamia moans and does, bending her knees. They both lie on their bellies in the space between her legs. Instead of doing anything to her, though, they start kissing slow and open mouthed, mere inches from her pussy. It’s maddening and hot, and Jamia can’t help but moan and twitch her hips a little bit.

“You know how Gee gets when you’re impatient, babe,” Lindsey reminds her, and Jamia stills. She knows how Gerard gets when Frank is impatient, and it’s fucking hot, but she’d rather he not spend half an hour teasing her. Not tonight.

Gerard turns his head to kiss her inner thigh, and then grabs Lindsey’s hand holding the dildo and helps her push it in. Jamia moans long and loud and then gasps, unable to help the movement of her hips when Gerard presses the switch for the vibrator and touches it against her clit. Lindsey starts fucking her with the dildo, pushing in and pulling out slowly and steadily. Gerard is relentless with the vibe, holding it directly on her clit. He knows she fucking loves that, and it only takes a couple of minutes for Jamia to come like that.

She's panting from the orgasm, but Lindsey keeps fucking her with the dildo. Gerard sets the vibe aside. He leans over to kiss Lindsey again, reaches down and dips his fingers into her for a brief moment. It makes Lindsey stop moving the dildo and moan, but then Gerard is pulling them out again. He's focused entirely on Jamia now, and it makes her shiver. She can't take her eyes off of him, as he kneels on the bed and pushes his briefs down his legs. As he swings his leg over Jamia’s chest, settling down with his hard dick resting between her tits. She moans as he puts his fingers - the ones just inside Lindsey - against Jamia’s mouth.

“Suck,” he urges her, and she wraps her lips eagerly around his fingers, licking and sucking all of Lindsey’s wetness right off of them and more besides, teasing at the pads of his fingers. God, it tastes good. She hears Lindsey moan too and feels the dildo speed up just a tiny bit. Jamia puts her hands on her tits, pressing them together and around Gerard’s cock and thumbing at her own nipples roughly. He stares, and she smiles.

Then he moves his hips experimentally, and Jamia whimpers, pushing her tits even tighter around Gerard. She bends her neck down to lick at the head of his cock, and he starts really thrusting. She lets her head fall back and looks up at him. He’s still staring down, licking his lips and watching his cock slide between her tits over and over, her sweat and his precome just making the slide easier and easier with each thrust.

“Lindsey, now,” Gerard says, and suddenly Lindsey’s tongue is on her clit, licking and sucking, all while fucking her with the dildo.

Gerard keeps moving his hips, starts fucking her tits with abandon now. He’s got one hand gripping the headboard and the other in his hair, and he moans like he can’t get enough of her. “Jamia, fuck. Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are like this?”

She shakes her head. She can’t even imagine what they look like right now.

“Fuck, so gorgeous. Your fucking tits. So perfect,” he tells her, his thrusts getting more erratic. Her own hips are moving as much as she can against the dildo and Lindsey’s mouth. Lindsey gives Jamia’s clit a long, hard suck, thrusts hard a few times, and Jamia cries out and comes. She arches her back, throwing her head back and exposing her throat, and Gerard comes then, too, spurting all over her throat and chin. And probably her hair. His own head is thrown back, hand still in his hair. Jamia lets go of her tits, lets her hands fall to the side. Gerard just straddles her and sits on his heels for a few moments, panting.

“Lindsey,” Jamia croaks desperately - she’s stopped moving the dildo, her fingers just stroking lightly instead. Lindsey pulls the dildo out and moves up the bed to where she can see them. She takes in the sight of them, Jamia covered in Gerard’s come, Gerard’s dick still resting between Jamia’s tits, and she moans, her hand going for her pussy. Jamia shakes her head but can’t get out a word, so Gerard speaks for her.

“Wait, Linds,” he says, and Lindsey pulls her hand back. He swings his leg over, leans down and starts licking Jamia clean. Lindsey moans again, and Jamia arches up. "You want her now, beautiful girl?" he whispers in Jamia's ear when he’s done.

"Always," Jamia replies shakily. God, she can barely move, but she still wants. Gerard kisses her cheek and turns Jamia on her side, settling at her back and wrapping his arms around her belly.

“Okay. Closer, Lindsey,” he says, and she moves, so her chest is pressed up against Jamia’s. Gerard reaches out and pulls Lindsey’s leg over Jamia’s thigh and then directs Jamia’s fingers to Lindsey’s cunt. Jamia works her with her fingers, sliding them in and out of her cunt and against her clit over and over again until Lindsey is shaking and coming with a moan. Jamia keeps moving her fingers slow and steady through Lindsey’s orgasm, and Lindsey comes again a few moments later.

"We need to do that again," Lindsey says as soon as she catches her breath.

"What, right now? You're going to kill us," Jamia answers. She hears Gerard laugh and turns her head to look at him. "You're basically gonna have to get used to me being around all the time until Frank gets back," she says.

"Good," Gerard murmurs.

Lindsey kisses her and echoes, "Good. You miss him, baby? He'll be home before you know it."

"I already took off the Monday after he comes back," Jamia admits with a quiet chuckle.

"I say that Sunday is all his, too," Gerard adds, wrapping them both in his arms.

Jamia thinks that sounds perfect. They'll spend the night re-learning his skin, together.

*

Jamia yawns and stretches. The two weeks that Frank was gone sucked, but they honestly did fly by, especially with Gerard and Lindsey to keep her company. She knows they sucked for Frank too, even though she's pretty sure he enjoyed a taste of touring. She's glad he gets to do it every once in a while, and always, always glad when he comes back. But now, things are back to normal, which is to say - busy.

Frank and Lindsey both left early, Lindsey for the city to meet up with visiting friends, Frank to his dad’s to go help his uncle move. Gerard and Jamia kissed them goodbye and fell back asleep. Gerard’s breathing heavily, still asleep. Jamia has learned that he does better when he wakes up gradually, so she doesn’t disturb him.

She rolls onto her back and slides her underwear off, pushes her nightshirt up over her tits and squeezes them with her hands, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. It’s nice. Not quite as good as a mouth, but it’ll do the job. She runs her fingers over a couple of the hickeys on her breasts. The skin is sensitive, and it hurts just right. She can’t help but gasp. She looks at Gerard, but he just rubs his face in his pillow.

She slides a hand across her torso and then three fingers down to rub her clit. She rubs lazily, squeezing and massaging her tit with her other hand. After a minute, she dips back and finds plenty of moisture and uses her fingers to spread it around, fucks into herself a couple of times, and then goes back to her lazy rubbing.

She’s so lost in sensation, that she’s almost startled when Gerard says in a gravelly voice, “Fuckin’ love waking up next to you.”

She keeps her circles over her clit steady but manages to say, “I fuckin' love waking you up.”

He goes up on an elbow and leans down, sucking her nipple. She cries out. Fuck, she’s glad he woke up. She feels him rustling as he ditches his briefs and smiles at the ceiling. He trails a hand down her side, palms her hip, and pulls her up onto her side. Her hand is dislodged from her cunt, but she just slides it over his waist and pulls him closer.

He rolls her onto her back, and she spreads her legs wide, letting him settle between them. He leans down to kiss her, trailing his lips down her neck, licking at the hickey he made the night before on the top of her breast, then sucking her nipple again. She moves her hand back to her cunt, and Gerard lifts his hips; Jamia grabs his cock and directs him inside. She moans and puts her fingers back on her clit and starts rubbing again in the same unhurried way she was before.

“Fuck, Gee. Feel so good,” she murmurs, and he bites her nipple before starting to thrust. He keeps pace with her fingers, slow and steady. She meets him thrust for thrust, clenches around him every time he pulls back, all the while stroking her clit with her fingers. Her orgasm builds slowly, exactly how she wants it to. She comes with a long moan, rubbing herself through it while Gerard fucks her.

“Jamia,” he moans, “so fucking perfect.” He picks up the pace then, pounding into her for a few thrusts before coming with a shout against her neck. She wraps her legs around his waist and holds on tight while he pants. Finally, he rolls off her, pulling her over, so her head is pillowed against his chest.

“Seriously,” he murmurs into her hair. “You make me think mornings might actually be worth it.”

She laughs and kisses his chest. "Am I really that much of a miracle worker, though?"

"Yes," Gerard says emphatically and cups her cheek, tipping her face so she's looking at him. "God, J. I... fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you...too. Oh," she breathes. "Gerard?"

"I waited way too long to say that," he murmurs. "I've felt it for ages."

"Me, too," she admits. "I tried to show you." He rolls her over onto her back and stares down at her. He strokes gently through her hair and leans down to press his forehead against hers.

"You did. I... you did. The only doubts I ever had about you were if I could make you as happy as Frank and Lindsey do."

"Gerard," she whispers. "I can't deny that you were the part of this that made me the most nervous, but Gee. But Gee, you... I." She doesn't know what else to say, just wraps him tight in her arms.

"It's been a long time, but I remember meeting you," he says. "You weren't even with Frank yet, and you were so out of my league."

She laughs. "That is so not true, Mr. Art School."

"No, it really is," Gerard says. "I was a total mess back then," he murmurs. "I was always glad that you and Frankie found each other, even when it hurt. Because he deserved someone amazing and so did you." She reaches up and pulls him against her.

"Gerard," she whispers in his ear. "I... fuck. I'm really. I'm so happy things have worked out this way."

"Love you," he repeats in her ear. "Love love love." She swallows hard, blinks the moisture away from her eyes, and sniffs. She feels silly being so emotional over this, but she can't quite help it. It's big and important, and she's still half-terrified, but she knows she has Gerard. Has Lindsey. Has Frank.

Gerard pulls back just far enough to kiss her. They kiss slow and soft, tongues exploring each other thoroughly until they're both blinking back sleep. "Coffee or more sleep?" Jamia whispers.

"Sleep," Gerard replies, and Jamia nods.

They snuggle back down together and sleep for a good hour before Gerard wakes up and drags her to the kitchen. He makes coffee and toast, and they sit close in the oversized chair much like they did their first morning alone together like this.

"I was ready to tell you after the first time," Gerard admits quietly. "I kept thinking, 'fuck, I love her.'"

"I love you," Jamia whispers back. He smiles at her, takes a sip of coffee, and leans in to kiss her again. He takes his time about it, and Jamia is feeling pretty short of breath by the time he pulls away.

"What do you think Frank and Lindsey will say?"

"I think they'll both be really happy for us," she replies. "Actually, I doubt they'll be surprised at all."

"Probably not," he says. He kisses her, and they finish their coffee and toast.

She catches him staring at her, and she raises an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"Just thinking about how gorgeous you are," Gerard replies. It's such a line, but she knows he means it.

"I'm usually thinking the same thing about you," she says, pushing his hair out of his face.

He beams at her and takes the plate from her lap and the mostly empty cup of coffee from her hands and pulls her snugly into his arms. He kisses the top of her head, next to her eye, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "J, I just can't. I can't stop."

"Don't want you to," she murmurs.

"Good," he says. His hands explore her. Every caress feels amazing. It's... it's sexy, but it doesn't feel like there's much intent behind it. That could change quickly, she knows. All she'd have to do is ask. But mostly he's just touching her, tracing her lines, her curves.

"I feel like you're drawing me," she says.

"I am," he says. "Basically. I keep starting and then trashing all these drawings and paintings of you. I can never get you right. Maybe now I'll be able to."

"You can try as much as you want," she smiles.

"I'll keep trying until I get it right. I think touching you will help. I'll just keep doing that, yeah?" he murmurs against her neck and slides his fingers over her belly, down her hip, her thigh.

"Keep going," she says.

"When is Frankie coming home?" Gerard murmurs.

"Dunno. When he gets his uncle's couch moved," she replies. "Not supposed to be too long, but who even knows with that family."

"I want to be with the two of you," he tells her.

"Yeah. God, that's been... feel like I've been waiting forever to... not that I don't want Linds here all the time. Just..." she trails off.

"We have something of our own, too. I think that's okay, Jamia. I think - I feel like it's important."

"It is. It's... what's between the three of us is kind if what started it all," she murmurs.

"It is. I love you," he says against her cheek.

"Love you, too," she tells him. "My turn."

"Your turn?" He asks.

"To touch you. Even though I'm not an artist."

"Don't have to be," he says. "Touch me."

She thinks he's beautiful. That it means something that she doesn't compare him to Frank. That she wants to learn him for himself. She runs her hands over his shoulders, his belly, up under his shirt to the small of his back. She wants to touch him, wants to feel him. She closes her eyes.

As she lifts her hands to touch his face, he leans in and kisses her palms one by one. She opens her eyes. In some ways, this is a lot like their first time together, but it's so much more. Her phone rings then, startling her out of her intense focus on Gerard.

"Fuck," she whispers and reaches for the phone on the side table. "Hey, Frankie," she says a little breathlessly.

"Hey," he sounds amused. "What're you up to?"

"Um. Sitting on the chair with Gerard," she replies and smiles at him. He smiles back and leans in to slide his lips down her neck. She can't hold in the small noise she makes.

"Are you fucking?" Frank asks.

"No," she answers. "Clothes still on. I think we're waiting for you. We're mostly just talking. And touching."

"Then it's a good thing I was calling to tell you I'm on my way. Should be ten minutes," Frank replies. He sounds cool. Sounds totally unaffected. Jamia knows he's probably turned on already. Probably hitting the gas a little too hard now.

"Meet us in the bedroom, then," she replies and hangs up. She stands and holds her hand down to Gerard. "Let's go upstairs. Frank's on his way."

Gerard laces their fingers together and lets her pull him up the stairs. When they're in the bedroom, he immediately pulls her shirt over her head, then his own, and pulls her close against his chest. "I feel like I've never had so much sex in my life," he jokes while his hands run trails up and down her back. "But that's not all it is, it's like...catching up..."

"Learning," Jamia replies.

"Yeah," Gerard breathes and leans down to kiss her. When he pulls back, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Jamia's pajama pants and pushes them down. "I fucking love weekends. I love that we have time and can stay together, love the easy access, fuck. Everything." Jamia laughs and pulls down his pajama pants.

"Weekends were already pretty great. Now they're definitely even more special," she says and wraps a hand around his cock. He's hard. She wonders how long he's been turned on. Maybe since he started touching her downstairs.

"Jamia," he breathes. "I want... would you fuck me? I really want you to fuck me."

And yeah, she's maybe given that a thought or two since she saw him whimpering for Frank on his wedding night. "I... yeah, Gee. I'd... fuck." She can feel herself getting wetter just thinking about it.

She has to cross the room to the bureau where she keeps her harness. She can feel Gerard watching her, and the slam of the door downstairs makes her jump. She gets all the supplies out of the drawer and listens to Gerard breathe, listens to Frank greet the dogs and take the stairs two at a time. She turns, harness in hand, just as Frank enters the room. Frank's got his mouth open, probably ready to make a joke or something, but when he sees what she's holding, nothing comes out.

"Gerard wants me to fuck him," she tells him.

He swallows and turns to Gerard. "Told you she'd say yes." She lifts an eyebrow at Gerard.

"You thought I'd say no?"

"I don't know. I just knew I really, really wanted you to say yes," he replies, taking a step toward her. "Can I help you put it on?"

"Yeah," she breathes. He kneels at her feet and takes the harness from her. Fuck, he looks good like that, Jamia thinks. He slides the dildo through the ring and shakes out the straps, then and holds it out for her to step into.

"Think we can be coordinated enough for me to fuck Frankie while you fuck me?" he asks as he pulls it up her thighs.

"That's up to you," Jamia murmurs.

"You're gonna look amazing," he tells her, fingers brushing her skin. "I like buckles."

"You like what's attached, too," Frank teases.

"I love what's attached," Gerard says. He tightens every buckle until it's just the right side of too tight.

"Such a cockslut," Frank says, laughing.

"No, I mean Jamia," Gerard answers softly.

"Oh," Frank says and steps close behind Gerard. He puts his hands on Gerard's shoulders and leans down to kiss the top of his head. "Yeah, she's pretty fucking incredible." Jamia reaches out to run her hand through Frank's hair.

"Love you, too," she says. "Both of you." She sucks in a breath and blinks rapidly. She is not going to cry now. There's fucking to do.

Gerard bites his lip and looks up at her. "Would you get him ready for me? If I fuck him? I wanna feel it, but I wanna see it, too."

"Whatever you want," she says, holding back a moan as he nuzzles up against her thigh. He hasn't shaved for a while, and he's scruffy.

"Want everything, don't you know that already?" he asks quietly. She has to take another deep breath.

"Then both of you better get on the bed."

Gerard moves right away, but Frank has to stop to undress. They both stare unashamedly while Frank quickly gets rid of his clothes. He settles on his stomach next to Gerard on the bed and wraps his arms around a pillow, spreading his thighs. Gerard moves closer and sets a hand on his head.

Jamia grabs the lube and sits on the bed between his legs and just stares at his body for a moment. She hasn't seen this view in a while. Frank shudders the moment she runs a hand over his ass. "Missed this," he whispers.

"I thought maybe with Gerard you..." she trails off at the look on his face.

"Not just about cock, baby. It's about...wanting you inside me."

Jamia really has to laugh. "Yeah, I know that feeling. Sorry," she says after a beat.

"Want you always. In all ways," Frank says. Jamia circles her fingers around his hole and slides one inside. Gerard echoes the noise Frank makes, and Jamia tilts her head. Gerard is staring at Frank.

"Gee, get yourself ready for me," Jamia orders softly.

"Okay," he breathes and gropes around for the bottle of lube. She gives Frank another finger then. He moans again and clenches around her. "Fuck," Gerard gasps and pushes two fingers inside himself. His position is a little awkward, but she can't help but enjoy his eyes on her and Frank.

"J," Frank gasps. "More."

Jamia adds a third finger and fucks him slowly. "Gee? Want me to finish?"

"Don't. He can take me like that," Gerard says throatily. Jamia takes a deep breath and squirms a bit, pressing the base of her cock up against her clit. Fuck, she's ready.

"Can you take me?" she asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, want you inside me. Wanna fucking feel it," Gerard replies, pulls his own fingers out and gets up on his knees. "Let me... Frankie, up on your knees," he says.

Jamia removes her fingers, and Frank does as he's told. Jamia moves off to the side, watches Frank kneel up and push back into Gerard's hands steadying his hips. Gerard lines himself up and presses inside with a long smooth thrust. Frank's eyes squeeze shut as he breathes hard, and Gerard stays still, lets him adjust. When he opens them again, he looks directly at Jamia.

"Fuck him, J. He wants you so bad."

Goddamn. She hasn't done this for a while. Lindsey was the last. "Okay," she breathes. Gerard has left plenty of room behind himself for her to kneel. She sets a hand delicately on his back, reaches for more lube for the dildo. She gives it a few strokes and lines up.

"Do it, Jamia," Gerard breathes, and she pushes the head inside, pauses until Gerard nods and slowly presses in the rest of the way. She presses her lips against the base of Gerard's neck and wraps her arms around his waist.

Jamia lets Gerard set the pace at first, waits until he's found a comfortable rhythm. Then she moves her hands to his hips and starts thrusting her own. Knowing that each thrust of hers is sending Gerard into Frank, that each time Gerard moves back against her it's because Frank has thrust back against Gerard, is heady and fucking incredible. And each thrust presses the dildo just right against her. It's not enough to make her come but definitely enough to make her moan.

Gerard is swearing, garbled curses mixed with praise for them both. He's on the fucking edge. She smiles against his neck and moves her lips down to the junction of his shoulder. She licks there, then closes her teeth lightly around the skin as she thrusts hard into him.

"Fuck," he cries, thrusting back hard, then into Frank a couple more times before collapsing over Frank's back. Jamia wishes she could feel it.

She hears Frank moan into his pillow. Gerard reaches to take Frank's cock in his hand. Jamia can tell he only gets a couple of strokes in before Frank is coming, gasping their names. She bites her lip. "Gee, can I -" He turns his head to look at her.

"Whatever you fucking want. What can we do for you, J?"

"Gotta pull out," she warns him. He still moans when she does. "Help with these buckles, I want -" She needs something, anything, now. Gerard eases out of Frank and turns to help her, and Frank rolls over to watch. "You," she whispers to him. "Make me come, Frankie."

He moves farther down the bed and gestures for her to move up his body. "Let me. Sit on my face, okay? Gee, you'll kiss her?"

"Of fucking course," Gerard says. He helps Jamia loosen the straps and straddle Frank's shoulders.

Frank wraps his hands around her thighs and pulls her against his mouth. He licks up her cunt and swirls his tongue around her clit. "Fuck, J. So wet," he murmurs against her.

"Because of you," she whispers. "Fuck. More." She puts a hand in his hair. Gerard perches by his shoulder and reaches for Jamia. "Because of you, too," she tells him. He just leans in and kisses her right away, tongue fucking into her mouth just as enthusiastically as Frank's in her pussy.

Frank sucks on her clit, and Gerard's hands cup her tits. She moans, thrusts her hips against Frank's mouth. He just tightens his hands on her thighs and sucks harder. She cups her free hand over one of Gerard's and encourages him to squeeze. His mouth wanders down her neck. He uses his teeth, and Jamia moans again, helplessly, rocking her hips into the strokes of Frank's tongue.

She's not quite ready to come when she feels her orgasm start, but fuck it feels so good, their mouths, their hands. She comes for a long time, and Frank keeps sucking her through it, prolonging things even more. Gerard cradles her with one arm and keeps working her tits with one hand. She whines when Gerard takes his hand away, but he just tugs her off of Frank and into his lap, fingers searching out her clit instead.

"Got another one in you, baby?" Gerard murmurs in her ear.

"Find out," she moans and wraps her arms around his neck.

His fingers rub down and around her clit. He dips them inside her and pulls them back to her clit. He keeps his strokes gentle at first, stroking her slowly through the few minutes where it's too much, and then it's not enough, and she moans in his ear. Frank pushes himself up to curl around her, leaning down to close his lips around her nipple and suck.

"Fuck," she gasps, and her hips twitch against Gerard's fingers. Gerard runs his free hand over her belly, up her side to cup the breast Frank isn't sucking. It isn't until Frank's fingers creep up to join Gerard's that she finally loses it, arching up against Frank's mouth and pressing her face against Gerard's neck and coming again. "Love you, love you, love you," she chants.

She's not sure it's ever been more true than in this moment with the two of them wrapped around her. They murmur it back, both of them, hands tangling together. It's everything she'd never pictured and she loves it.

Jamia lets herself rest for a while, feeling utterly content cradled between them, but after a while she stirs, kissing Gerard's jaw and asking, "When's Lindsey home?"

"Mmm. She didn't give an exact time, but I think she was gonna try to be back by early evening," Frank answers.

"Okay," Jamia replies. "I'm going to make us dinner tonight. Something nice."

Gerard nuzzles against her neck and says, "That sounds good. Let me know if you want help."

"Every time I cook for you, you do more interfering than helping," she teases.

"I'll keep him busy," Frank says. Jamia laughs and turns her head to kiss him.

"I don't actually mind his brand of interference, but I'll keep you around to rein him in if necessary."

Frank hums and hugs her close. "Just say the word."

Gerard leans in and steals kisses from both of them, and she thinks about getting comfortable again, but... "I need a shower." Gerard moves to lie back down. "And so do both of you," she adds. Frank laughs, and Gerard sighs. "Frank can take the guest shower if showering with me sweetens the deal any," Jamia suggests. Gerard pouts.

"No, I want both of you. You'll wash my hair?" he asks.

"Of course. And you can do whatever you want to my tits," she adds.

"God, I love them," he groans feelingly. "Frankie. How do you ever get anything done?" Frank giggles.

"Sometimes it's fucking difficult. That's why we keep Eddie around, really."

"I'm telling him you said that," Gerard says.

"If we've gotten to talking about Eddie, I am getting out of bed," Jamia says, making a face at both of them. Of course, they both follow her. She really expected nothing less.

****

When Lindsey calls to say that she and Gerard are going to Connecticut because her grandma is in the hospital, Frank's immediate response is to be concerned. She assures him it's relatively minor - for someone who's 80 years old, at least - but she hasn't been home in a long time, and now she's married. He invites her and Gerard to come over for dinner that night before they leave in the morning, and they hang up. Ten minutes later, after the call ends and his worry fades, he starts feeling something different. He shoves the thoughts away and puts another demo in the stereo. He's got shit to do.

"We're having the Ways over for dinner," Frank tells Jamia when she sticks her head in his office around three. "Do we have food to give them, or should I stop for takeout?"

"What's the occasion?" Jamia asks. "Are we celebrating?"

"They're leaving town," Frank says, "So no, not celebrating. Lindsey's grandma had surgery or something."

"Oh," she replies. "Is everyone okay? Does she need anything? And maybe lead with that next time, Frank?"

"Sorry. She says it's fine," Frank says.

"Well, good, I guess," Jamia murmurs. "They're leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he replies. The more he thinks about it, the more it's making him unhappy.

"We have food. I got stuff for stir-fry the other night," Jamia says. She's frowning at him. He never gets anything by Jamia. It's just sort of a toss-up whether or not she'll call him on it.

"Stir-fry, great," Frank says. He's pretty sure right now he couldn't eat a fucking thing. His stomach is one giant cramp.

She doesn't say anything further about it, and they leave for home after an hour or so. Frank spends the time while Jamia is cooking walking the dogs and then trying to put some order into the living room. When Jamia calls over to ask if he'll clean the washroom, he snaps, "I was just getting to that."

"I don't know what crawled up your ass, but you can snap out of it any old time," she tells him evenly.

He takes a deep breath. "Sorry, J. Doing the bathroom now."

Frank manages to keep it together when Lindsey and Gerard actually arrive. Mostly. He's just having one of those days where everything that comes out of his mouth has a bite to it. Jamia eyes him a few more times but doesn't say anything. Knowing she expects him to rein himself in is probably the only thing that really makes him do it, and sometimes they go down a tangent of conversation that makes him forget how he's feeling for long stretches of time. Then it creeps back again. Every time.

He just... hates the thought of them going up without him, without them. Hates it a lot. Hates it so much he wants to listen to the angriest music he owns and run on the treadmill until he can't think anymore. Instead, he has to make it through dinner. He's so lost in his thoughts that when Lindsey says his name he snaps, "What?" back.

Lindsey just stares at him for a moment, then frowns. "Why are you being such a little bitch?"

Frank opens his mouth and snaps back, "Because I love you!" Just as suddenly, he closes it again and takes a couple of deep breaths through a lump in his throat. He breathes out in a whoosh and adds quietly, "I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to leave tonight, and I don't want you to leave in the morning without us."

He knows Jamia knows what he means because they've talked about it a bit. Gerard just looks at him with giant eyes. Lindsey stops and looks at him for a moment and says, "We'll be back, Frank."

"I know," he says. "I just…" and he trails off.

"And Frankie, my grandma is pretty open-minded and badass, but I think introducing her to Gerard for the first time and then telling her I have a husband, a boyfriend, and a girlfriend would not go over super well."

Gerard makes a pathetic little noise. Frank isn't much better; he only manages not to squeak because he literally has no air to make sounds with. Jamia finally says, "Is that what you would tell her? If you could?"

Lindsey obviously gets it now and just nods, wide-eyed, until Jamia walks over to give her a little squeeze. "Frankie means he wants this to be where you come back to," she whispers. Lindsey squeezes back.

"For Sunday, or for like… every day?"

"What do you think?" Jamia whispers. Lindsey bites her lip, and they both look automatically over at Frank and Gerard. Frank's fingers are twitching. Gerard's breathing a little fast.

"I think," Lindsey says, "That I would really, really like coming home to all three of you every day. How about you, Gee?"

"I want that," he says decisively. Frank bites his lip and reaches out to take Gerard's hand.

"Good," Frank says. Jamia nods and leans in to kiss Lindsey softly.

"We - fuck you, Frank, we have to go, and now I really don't want to," Lindsey says helplessly, and Frank tugs Gerard across the room, nuzzles Jamia's cheek before leaning up and kissing Lindsey, too.

Lindsey wraps her arms around Frank and then pulls back, pressing her cheek to his. "I love you, too," she whispers in his ear. "If that's not completely obvious."

To the side, he can see Gerard framing Jamia's face with his hands and kissing her tenderly. "That's - all I need to know. We can work out everything when you get home," Frank whispers back, and she nods.

Gerard releases Jamia and reaches for Lindsey and tugs her close, so he can kiss her, too. Frank reaches for Jamia. They all stand in a funny little clump for a few moments, breathing and wishing they didn't have to separate.

They finally do with quick kisses all around.

Frank goes through the rest of his evening routine in a bit of a daze, waiting for the moment he can cuddle up to Jamia in their bed, kissing her belly and thighs and knees and back up to her collarbones and everywhere. "We have a backyard, J, with a fence. We have a spare room that's already half a studio."

"We have a king size bed," Jamia adds, arching her back as he sucks along the underside of her breasts.

"You're my life," he tells her. "My partner, my girl, my -" She cuts him off with a kiss.

"Frank, always. Be patient, babe."

"Can't," he moans. It's true. He's not a patient person.

She abruptly rolls him over onto his back and straddles his stomach; she runs her hands up his chest and leans over, putting her hands on either side of his head. "Fuck," Frank says and takes Jamia's nipple in his mouth and sucks. She moans and rolls her hips, so her ass brushes against Frank's cock just the slightest bit. "Jamia, please," he begs, lifting his hips for more contact, but she won't move, clamping her thighs around his waist and trailing her palms up his arms until she's got his hands clasped above his head.

She's not strong enough to hold him there, but it doesn't matter. He's already panting against her breastbone, and she sucks on his lower lip as she drops her free hand and positions him, so she can lift up and take him in. Frank groans as she sinks down, "Fuck, Jamia."

"That's what we're doing," she pants, and he laughs.

"Fuck, wanna touch you. Please?" he begs. She leans down and kisses him hard then lets go of his hands. Immediately, one goes to one of her breasts, and the other snakes down his belly and strokes her clit. She's wet - he can feel how wet - and ready to lose it. He knows from how her hands drift, one shadowing his on her breast, one bracing on his thigh as she rides him. He wonders how long she's been wet - since they tumbled onto the mattress, since Lindsey cuddled close, since Gerard kissed her... he speeds up his fingers on her clit, fucking up into her as far as he dares, baring his teeth in a smile as she swears and slams down harder and clamps tight and comes. He follows a heartbeat later. He can't help it.

She collapses down on top of him, tucks her head in his neck and breathes for a minute before kissing her way up his jaw to his mouth. They kiss for several minutes, arms wrapped around each other, Frank still inside her. It feels fucking perfect. Jamia finally lifts her hips and repositions herself with her head on Frank's shoulder and her arm slung across his chest.

"They'll be back," Jamia says finally, smoothing his hair away from his face and kissing his cheeks, eyebrows, chin. "And in the meantime you have me."

"I'll have you again in the morning," he jokes. When she pulls a face at him he laughs, like he knows she meant him to, and they finally fall asleep together.

****

Gerard and Lindsey hold hands in the car on the way home. Lindsey laces their fingers together and mostly looks out the window as he drives. When they get home, they really should sleep, but neither of them seem to be able to help the soft touches that turn more heated. Gerard rolls her onto her back and slides in, and she wraps her arms around his neck and clings, kissing between gasping breaths.

"I love you," he tells her. "Love you so much."

"Gee -" she breathes. "Tonight -"

"Was perfect. Was right. Can't you feel it?"

"Yes," she moans.

He speeds up his thrusts, and Lindsey takes one arm from around Gerard's neck and reaches down to touch herself. She's definitely almost there because with a few strokes of her fingers, she's coming. She wraps her arm back around Gerard's neck and wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him as hard and deep into her as she can. Gerard comes with a loud moan into her neck.

She clings to him and doesn't let him move even when he goes soft inside her. "I never regretted leaving Brooklyn for you," she whispers into his hair. "Can't live without you," she adds. "Any of you."

Gerard hums and wraps his arms tighter around her. "Won't have to," he says.

Finally, he rolls off of her, pulling out. She sighs, but he just turns her on her side, spoons up behind her, and kisses her neck. "Let's sleep. We gotta be up early."

"Yeah," she whispers back.

*

When they stop at Starbucks on their way out of town, Gerard gets himself a venti latte and two of the Starbucks energy drink cans. Lindsey shoots him an amused look. "It's early, and I have to meet your family," he says. He sounds way more bleak than he means to.

"They're all humans, I promise," she says. "And they're going to like you. I hate to tell you, but you're going to be their distraction today while Nonna is in surgery."

He sighs. "Yeah. Which is why it's best if I'm caffeinated. And... I know meeting my mother was probably an experience. So."

She laughs. "It was. And you weren't even there."

"I'm glad. I might have never recovered. I know what pictures she shows people."

"I like Donna," Lindsey says.

"Good," he says and leans in to kiss her when he gets his seatbelt buckled again. "Okay. Connecticut, here we come. Hopefully it won't eat us."

The drive and the subsequent introductions go about as well as Gerard might have expected they would. Of course, Lindsey's family is great - they're related to her, after all. He even meets her grandmother, briefly, and despite the mild sedation she smiles when he squeezes her hand and tells her he's so glad to have her granddaughter in his life.

"When Nonna's back on her feet, she's going to grill you like there's no tomorrow," Lindsey teases him. Then he gets whisked off to meet aunts and cousins, and only the fact that Frank and Jamia are texting him all day keeps him from feeling overwhelmed. Well, that and Lindsey holding his hand. He has a feeling that's just as much for her benefit as his, though.

They're sitting in a waiting room waiting for everyone to decide what they want to do for lunch when Lindsey gets another check-in text from Frank. Gerard leans his head on her shoulder and watches her tap out, Good. Gerard seems to still be in one piece. Nonna's doing pretty well. Wish I could introduce you to my sister. You'd get along.

Next time, maybe we can, Frank texts back, and Gerard sighs. He should have known Frank would have been this upset about not being here. He steals the phone.

miss you -g he texts.

Gerard can practically see Frank taking a deep breath and forcing himself to pause, think. Miss you both so much Jamia's probably going to kill me at some point.

Don't be a dick to J., Lindsey replies. And yeah. Someday I want you to meet everyone. I hate that you're not here.

Yeah. Love you both. Call when you can?

We will. Love you too, Frankie.

They finally get a chance to call when they're back at Lindsey's mom's house. It's late, and the house is quiet. Everyone's exhausted from sitting at the hospital all day, and Gerard can tell Lindsey feels a little weird about being in her old bedroom. Gerard, for his part, is glad to be curled up together with pajamas and blankets and Frank and Jamia on the other end of the phone. Gerard hits the speaker button and lays it on the mattress next to Lindsey's head, spooning up behind her.

"What are you doing right now?" Gerard asks, fingers slipping just under the waistband of Lindsey's sweatpants.

Jamia laughs. "We're in bed."

"In bed or in bed?" Lindsey asks, rubbing her ass back against Gerard teasingly and looping her fingers around his wrist.

"Whichever one means we're naked, and I've only got one hand for the phone if you know what I mean," Frank laughs. Gerard makes a little noise in his throat, and Lindsey breathes in sharply. They can still hear Frank murmuring to Jamia, "You can't wait for her to be home, so you can do this again, can you? Wanna finger her until she's whimpering and coming and then use your mouth and make her come again."

Jamia's the one whimpering now. "How long after he gets through the door are you gonna wait to be on your knees, Frankie?" she replies. "I bet he won't get two feet."

"Nope. Not even that. Gonna push him against the front door and suck his cock until he's about to come, and then I'm gonna watch him fuck you on the living room floor."

Jamia moans loud. "I like to watch, too," she gasps. "So pretty, all of you...they love you so much...Harder, fuck me, now."

"Now," Lindsey urges Frank through the phone. Gerard edges his fingers a bit lower, teases at her slit. "Wanna hear it."

"So much," Gerard adds thickly.

Frank laughs. "See? They love you, too, babe."

"You see the way Gerard looks at you, don't you, J?" Lindsey asks Jamia.

"Lindsey can't keep her hands off you for more than five minutes at a time," Gerard says. He moves his hand back up, pushes up the hem of Lindsey's shirt to get to her breast.

Jamia moans on the other end of the call.

"You feel perfect," they hear Frank say.

"Keep going," Gerard urges. "Keep talking."

"Fuck," Jamia says breathlessly. "He can't answer; he's sucking my tits right now." Lindsey whines a little, and Gerard pinches her nipple. Gerard can picture Jamia's face in his head, knows she's breathing hard and biting her lip. Lindsey rubs her ass back against him again. "Harder, Frank," he hears Jamia gasp, slides a finger down to circle Lindsey's clit.

"Oh god," Lindsey breathes. "Harder." Gerard isn't sure if he's telling Frank or himself, but he rubs over her clit a little bit harder anyway.

"Linds," Jamia says, then trails off into a moan.

Gerard hears Frank echo it. "So close," he grits out.

"Come, Frankie," Lindsey urges. "Make Jamia feel it."

Gerard bites his lip, so he won't echo the strangled sound Frank makes, imagines him pumping his hips harder, sweat gleaming on ink, and keeps gently stroking Lindsey as he listens to Frank come.

"Fuck," Jamia says down the line. "He's eating me out now. God, I love his fucking tongue."

"Me, too," Gerard and Lindsey say at the same time. Jamia laughs, then moans, then gasps.

"J, did you -" Lindsey breathes.

"Yeah," she replies over a moan. "Fuck. Frank, get up here." The sound of their heavy breathing and kissing filters down the line.

"We love you," Gerard tells them.

"So fucking much," Lindsey adds. "Two more days, okay?"

"Too long," Jamia answers. "But... Fuck. Just come home soon, and we'll follow through on all of that."

"We'll hold you to that," Gerard murmurs. "Night."

Lindsey hits end on the call. "Feels good, Gee," she murmurs. She sounds tired but content.

He ignores the pulse of his own cock and keeps stroking gently, slowing his fingers to wind her back down, then kisses her neck. "Two days is nothing," Lindsey whispers. She sounds like she's trying to convince herself.

"Nothing," Gerard agrees. He definitely doesn't sound convincing.

"I - we need to sleep," she says, "I love you, Gee."

"Love you, too," he murmurs. She rolls over and tucks her head under his chin. He strokes his hands up and down her arms until they both drop off to sleep.

*

They return to the hospital the next morning. Lindsey's grandmother is recovering and more alert. She speaks with Gerard for a while, Lindsey at his side, holding his hand. She seems to approve of him, and she asks about his art, his interests. He likes her and thinks she'd be really fun to talk to when feeling one hundred percent. He wonders if they can somehow arrange a trip up here with Frank and Jamia. He hopes so. Lindsey is totally right about her sister and Frank. He's pretty sure they'd act like long lost siblings.

There's a big family dinner that night, and Gerard and Lindsey escape to her room like grounded teenagers to call Frank and Jamia. They're too tired to do more than murmur a few minutes' worth of conversation.

"You're coming straight here tomorrow, right?" Frank asks.

"Yeah, Frankie. There's nowhere else we could possibly go, really," Gerard replies.

They go back down afterwards for another hour. Lindsey's sister greets them with a smirk and an eyebrow. Lindsey ignores her.

"Who's that you've been in such close contact with all weekend?" her mom asks. "I've been meaning to ask."

"Our best friends," Lindsey says honestly.

"Family, really," Gerard adds. "Mine. Well, ours." Lindsey nods.

"They've been great to me. Just as much family as Gerard's brother and his wife."

Gerard holds back a laugh. It's true, just not quite the same. "That's lovely," Lindsey's mother says to them. "We are, of course, happy to see you here with this part of your family."

"Thanks, Mom. Jamia and I were talking about maybe all of us coming up here later in the summer?" Lindsey says.

"Oh, Jamia! You should have said so in the first place. You talk about those two often enough; I'm almost surprised you didn't just bring them up with you this time."

"Wasn't sure if I - well - next time," Lindsey stammers out. "Sorry, Mom, I'm tired."

Lindsey's mom comes over and kisses the top of her head. "It's fine, sweetheart. You have a long drive tomorrow. You and Gerard should go get some rest. We can discuss future visits later."

They spend one more night wrapped up in each other in Lindsey's old bedroom. They get up early the next morning and make a Starbucks run before hitting the highway. Gerard only gets one can of energy drink, and Lindsey laughs at him. "Don't you think you'll need your strength?" she teases. He giggles.

"Well. I will. But not the same way."

"I can't wait," she says softly.

"It's going to be really fucking hard not to speed the entire way home," he says. She shrugs.

"Just don't get caught."

He laughs. "That sounds like a recipe for disaster, but I'll set the cruise control at eight over."

*

Whatever he does, he gets them there safely. A dog barks when they pull into the Ieros' driveway. "Fuck," Gerard breathes. "Home."

"Home," Lindsey replies and gets out of the car.

Gerard gets out and follows her up to the door. As promised, Frank and Jamia are there waiting. Jamia grabs Lindsey and pulls her in the door and wraps her in her arms. Gerard doesn't get a chance to watch them at all because, also as promised, Frank closes the door and pushes Gerard against it.

"Frankie," Gerard groans.

"I told you," Frank says thickly, unfastening Gerard's jeans and yanking them and his briefs down around his knees. Gerard's not even hard yet, but Frank takes him in anyway, free hand tight on Gerard's hip.

Gerard strokes his fingers through Frank's hair. "Fuck, I missed you. Missed your mouth." Frank presses his tongue against the base of Gerard's cock, and Gerard moans and lets Frank work him until he's fully hard.

"Fuck," Frank agrees, pulling off and stroking him with his hand, "I can't even explain how fucking much I love that feeling."

"I'll return the favor someday," Gerard tells him.

"Someday soon," Frank says, then closes his mouth over Gerard's cock again, bobbing his head a bit. Gerard takes a deep breath and looks over at Jamia and Lindsey.

Jamia has her backed against the arm of the couch, her hand down the yoga pants Lindsey wore for the drive. Lindsey is moving against Jamia's hand and biting her lip. "So wet," Jamia murmurs. "Were you thinking about this in the car?"

"Gerard was driving," Lindsey breathes. "Wasn't like I had anything to distract me."

"Go sit on the couch," Jamia tells her. "I want my mouth on you." Frank moans in the back of his throat, and Gerard makes a noise.

Lindsey toes off her shoes, shucks off her pants and underwear, and pulls her shirt over her head. She sits on the couch, spreads her legs, and Jamia kneels between them. He notices for the first time that apparently she didn't bother with pants this morning; she's just wearing what Gerard knows are her favorite panties. He bites his lip and watches her ass for a minute, until Frank swirls his tongue around the head of his cock, and he has to close his eyes and moan.

"You gotta stop soon, Frankie, or I won't be able to hold up the other half of the bargain. You want me to be able to fuck Jamia, don't you? Right there, with her in between Lindsey's legs."

Frank moans again but pulls off with a final hard suck. "Yeah. I... yeah. Fuck. Wanna watch that."

"What do you want after, Frankie?" Gerard asks and pulls him up off the floor. He steadies himself on Frank, toes off his shoes, and steps out of his pants.

"I. Fuck. Lindsey. Wanna fuck her when Jamia's done with her."

"Are you two plotting without us?" Lindsey says. She's barely pitched her voice above a moan; Gerard's impressed she can do full sentences right now. The truth is, Lindsey was thinking about this during their ride down. And talking about it. Gerard's memory of a good stretch of I-95 is sort of blank.

"I'm going to fuck Jamia now. She's gonna keep eating you out. Frank is gonna watch, and then he's going to fuck you. If that's okay with you," he says.

He crosses over to the couch, kneels down behind Jamia and pulls aside her panties. He runs his fingers up and down her slit, only barely dipping in. "Not even gonna take them off," he murmurs, leaning forward to whisper to her. He turns his head and nips at Lindsey's thigh while he's there, then pulls back and sinks two fingers into Jamia.

"Fuck, Gee," she gasps into Lindsey's cunt. "Please. Been so long." He slides his fingers out slowly and holds his hand out to Frank to suck clean which Frank does with enthusiasm. He lines up and pushes inside her.

"Fuck, missed you so much," he whispers. "Feel so good." He slides his hands around to her stomach and up under her shirt, cupping her bare breasts and plucking at her nipples as he starts thrusting.

She moans. Gerard can hear the sounds of her mouth on Lindsey's cunt, and it's almost more than he can take. Lindsey is moaning breathily above them, and Frank's... fuck, he's kneeling near Jamia's head, holding Lindsey's hand, and being so fucking patient. Gerard moves a hand down to rub Jamia's clit. He wants to make her come at least once. Maybe again while they watch Frank and Lindsey fuck.

Lindsey's already there. She's gasping out curses and pushing her hips up into Jamia's mouth. Gerard holds Jamia still and watches as Frank leans in, nudges Lindsey's bra cup out of the way, and sucks her nipple into his mouth. She arches up against his mouth and moans. She reaches out and grabs his shoulders, tugs him up her body.

They shift around, so Lindsey's lying on the couch, Frank's hips cradled between her legs. He's still wearing sweats, and Gerard imagines Lindsey's making a wet spot on the front. The thought makes him moan, and he starts thrusting his hips again, starts rubbing Jamia.

"Can't -" she breathes. Lindsey lifts a hand and tangles her fingers in Jamia's hair. Gerard leans in to kiss them.

"Frankie, you're the last to get naked, what the fuck," he laughs.

Frank smiles at him. "I wanted to watch." He lifts his hips, and Lindsey helps him shove his sweats down, and he slides into her with a moan that Lindsey echoes.

Apparently that's enough for Jamia because she comes then, clenching around him and thrusting hard back against him. He keeps his fingers moving over her wet folds, still working her clit underneath her panties as he gently thrusts his hips. He waits till she grabs his wrist. "Harder," she orders him, bracing both hands on the couch cushion and pushing back into him.

He fucks into her hard. It only takes a few more thrusts before he's coming deep inside her, calling her name against her back. As soon as he pulls out, he tugs on her hips and leans back on his heels, settling her in his lap. He keeps rubbing her as they watch Frank work his hips, watch him suck Lindsey's nipples. Jamia leans her head back against his shoulder, her hair tickling his neck. He loves hearing how uneven her breathing is; it doesn't matter if it's because of his fingers or the expanse of ink and skin on display on the couch.

He knows her, knows her body well enough by now to know that she's definitely going to come again. He keeps stroking, runs his lips up her neck to her cheek and turns his eyes back to Frank's ass. Lindsey's legs are spread wide enough that Gerard can see every time his cock thrusts into her again, and fuck, if he could get hard again at this moment, he would.

"Feels so good, Frank," Lindsey moans and tightens her fingers in his hair to pull his mouth up to hers.

"Fuckin' love you," he tells her, biting his way up her neck and chin to her lips.

"Love you, too. Oh fuck, Frankie," she gasps and hooks her heels around his thighs, pulling him deep. That's what it takes for her to come, legs wrapped tight around him and two handfuls of his hair.

"So beautiful," Gerard breathes.

"Yeah," Jamia agrees and moans when he rolls her nipple between his fingers.

"Think you can come for me again?" he asks.

"Give me your mouth," she begs.

"Okay," he whispers. "Frankie, come. Let us see." Frank thrusts into Lindsey one last time and comes, his face buried in her neck and his whole body shaking with it. Gerard nudges Jamia up and off him and into the chair, pulls her panties off, and leans forward to taste her.

She makes an amazing noise. He loves the ways she's different than Lindsey. Loves her taste, though right now she tastes a lot like him, loves the shape of her. Loves every fucking sound she makes. And fuck, the way she says his name when she comes. Like now. Like she's surprised. God he loves her so much.

He keeps sucking on her until she pulls him up to her mouth. "Missed you, Gee," she whispers before kissing him.

"I missed you, too," Gerard tells her. "Feels so good to touch you."

"Did you eat anything?" Jamia asks once he's settled on the chair with her, because she is always on a mission to feed them.

"Listen, M&Ms and Pringles are a totally legit meal choice when your wife keeps describing all the ways she wants to fuck your girlfriend, and all you want to do is get home," Gerard says. Jamia laughs, sounding a bit startled and amused and maybe turned on.

"Well. I mean. Fuck." She looks over at Lindsey, whose expression is both smug and unrepentant. "I'll make us all lunch."

Gerard leans in and kisses her quickly and pulls back. "I had to make her stop after a while, or we'd never have gotten home." He helps Jamia back into her panties and goes searching for his own clothes. Frank catches him and kisses him hard. "I love you so much it fuckin' hurts," Gerard tells him.

"Me fuckin', too," Frank replies and pulls his sweats up. The girls walk into the kitchen, arms wrapped around each other's waists. "I was serious, you know. I want you guys to move in here."

"I know," Gerard says. "I... Just." He looks around the kitchen. It's a nice big house. There are four dogs running around - or, more likely, sleeping - all the time. Gerard barely even notices them half the time anymore, except for Sinatra who is both the largest and exceptionally good at being underfoot.

"You just?" Frank prods. Gerard thinks for a minute. Frankie looks concerned, but Gerard wants to make sure he's got his thoughts going right, wants to make sure they come out right.

"We kept calling it home. The entire time we were there, when we talked about home, we meant you two. We meant this house. So I just nothing, really. My apartment was only home as long as Lindsey was there, and you and Jamia have been here all along. So...when can we move in, and what the hell are we going to tell everyone?"

Frank looks at Jamia, who nods. "Whenever you want, basically. I don't know what your lease looks like or anything. J and I talked, and we figured we could just say we were feeling a little strapped for cash and wanted help with the mortgage. Which isn't necessarily untrue. So to the people we don't want to tell, we're roommates."

Jamia pauses in the middle of assembling a grilled cheese. "And to everyone else, we're family."

"And when Frank gets drunk and clingy," Lindsey adds, "we're..."

"Going home and getting naked as quickly as humanly possible?" Frank answers hopefully. Gerard laughs.

"I guess we can cross that bridge if we get to it. The chances of that happening now are pretty high, anyway."

"Right now?" Frank says brightly, pressing suggestively against Gerard and nipping at his throat. Gerard laughs even harder.

"Don't tell me you're ready to go already. I won't believe you."

"I can pretend," Frank tells him. "Until it's true." Gerard wraps his arms around Frank's waist and kisses him.

"I think our lease is nearly up, right Linds? We had several months when she moved in."

"Yeah, I don't remember exactly, but it should be soon," she says.

"Oh, fuck," Frank moans despairingly.

"What, Frank?" Jamia asks.

"All those fucking art books," he replies. Lindsey crosses the room and presses up against Frank's back.

"This time, I know exactly how to reward you for moving my books," she murmurs in his ear.

"You better," he says and leans back against her.

Jamia pulls the frying pan off the burner and steps close. "It'll be worth it." She kisses them all, wherever it is that she can reach, and orders them to go sit down. Then she feeds them, grilled cheese and vegetables, coffee and juice, and they all know it's just a matter of time before someone coaxes someone else upstairs. But the anticipation is as sweet as the eventual release will be.

He's happy to sit with them at the table for now. They're his family, and he loves them so much, he feels it in his chest. It's a living thing, twisting and shaping itself between him and each of them and around and around like a web. A chain. An embrace. And it's everything.