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Frank strikes the last chord of the night and jumps up onto the amp at the edge of the stage. Throwing his arms up as the audience roars. You watch as he and the rest of the band take their final bows and split up to hand off their gear to the various stage hands. Frank searches the side of the stage amid the post show chaos and grins wide when he meets your eyes. You smile back and move away from the wall you’re leaning against. Uncrossing your arms and heading backstage, you look behind you to make sure Frank’s following along.
You almost make it into the spare green room when you feel Franks hands on your hips, pressing up against you.
“Enjoy the show, baby?” he says into your hair as he walks you forward into the room.
You stumble when he accidentally steps on the heel of your shoe while trying to shut the door. Bursting out laughing, he throws his hand out to steady you. Turning you to face him, he crowds you back against the wall. With his face so, so, close to yours now, you tilt your head back just enough to brush your nose against his.
“Yeah, baby, I did.” you say teasingly, gently digging your fingers into his sides knowing full well how ticklish he is.
Frank huffs out a laugh and rolls his eyes as he leans in and places a soft kiss to your lips. You sigh and press into him, biting gently at his lower lip, moving to tug at his lip ring. Frank’s hands skim up your sides, grazing against your chest to settle at your neck, stroking his thumbs along your jaw as he guides your mouth open to deepen the kiss.
A quiet moan escapes you as Frank’s tongue slides against yours. He groans into your mouth when your nails drag up his back just hard enough to sting. Moving your hands to rest against his chest and tracing your fingers around his nipples. A stark contrast between the marks you left on his back and the feather light touches that have his breath catching in his throat.
You break the kiss, leaning your head back and take in Frank's features. His pupils are blown, and a sheen of sweat from the show still glistens on his skin. Lips parted and spit-slick as he takes light panting breaths. You push his shirt up further, slipping it up and off when he takes the hint and raises his arms for you.
With his shirt off and tossed away, Frank takes a few steps back, never breaking eye contact, and works his belt open. He bypasses the button and zip, simply pushing his jeans to the floor. Stepping out of them and kicking off his shoes in the process. He continues back until the edge of the couch hits his calves and he lets himself drop.
with your back still pressed against the wall, you stare at him from across the small room. Frank is reclined comfortably, his arms resting along the back of the couch. Legs relaxed and spread apart, almost inviting you to kneel between them.
A smile twists on Franks face when you gracelessly pull your shirt over your head and fumble with your zipper. You know with absolute certainty that he’ll make some sort of quip about you being desperate for him. Finally nudging your shoes off, you make your way over to him, stepping over his pile of discarded clothes.
Frank lets his head drop back so he can look up at you. Tonguing his piercing thoughtlessly as he lets his eyes wander, his hips shift on the cushions when his gaze settles at the waistband of your underwear. Keeping his focus, you slowly run your hands up your thighs and roll your hips slightly when you tease your fingers under the elastic.
“Fuck, c’mere” he says on a heavy exhale.
Frank straightens and pulls you into his lap by your hips. You carefully arrange your legs and settle in to straddle his thighs. Your hips just close enough to brush against his, but far enough away for him to frown and lift his own in an effort to move you closer. You laugh at the movement and put your hands against his chest to steady yourself. Looking down at him you can't help but smile. Can't help to think about how fucking lucky you are to have this gorgeous man between your thighs all to yourself. The thought has you shifting closer to him, putting yourself exactly where Frank wants you.
Frank’s mouth drops open at the friction of your hips aligning, already hard and straining against the tight fabric of his boxers. He digs his fingers into your hips and grinds up against you. Gasping sharply, you let your head drop and press your face into the crook of his neck. He doesn't stop his movements, instead reaching a hand behind you to rest just above your ass and bring you impossibly closer. He brings his hand up your stomach until his knuckles brush against your breast, moving to cup it and draw tight circles around your nipple with his thumb.
"Frank, ah, fuck-" you say between gasps as you lean back to make room when he ducks his head to trace his tongue around your other nipple. Taking it between his teeth and meeting your eyes as he bites softly, pulling a ragged breath from you. Frank continues licking and mouthing and sucking across your chest, dropping a bite occasionally under your collar bone as his hand makes its way to the front of your underwear. His teasing light touches making you groan when he pulls back every time you go to press against his wandering hand.
“Frank, Jesus Christ, you need to do something before I get up and do it myself, I swear to—“ You’re almost able to finish your sentence when Frank finally pushes aside your underwear and sinks two fingers into you, tearing a shocked gasp that turns into a moan as you roll your hips down harshly, pushing them deeper. Frank's other hand drifts down to your waist to steady you when you quicken the speed of your thrusts downward. He keeps his wrist braced against his thigh so you can control his depth and angle.
Your eyes snap open when he adds another finger, shifting them forward ever so slightly so he’s just barely brushing up against your g-spot, causing your mouth to drop open and rhythm to falter. Frank brings his hand up to rest on your face, running his thumb across your cheekbone. You lean your head into his hand, letting your eyes fall shut and eyebrows drawing together as you regain your pace.
"No, Baby, open your eyes." Frank says, voice rough and lustful "C'mon Sweetheart, look at me, I wanna see your gorgeous eyes."
You whimper at his words and open your eyes to meet his and groan quietly. His head is tilted back slightly, mouth open, lips down turned. His breath is uneven, and you can feel his hips twitching every so often, trying to keep still so you can fuck yourself down on his fingers. Your hands leave their place on his shoulders, dragging one up to the back of his head, nails scratching at his scalp and grasping at the barely long enough coppery hair, wishing it were just slightly longer so you'd have something to grab onto and pull. You bring your other hand to the nape of his neck, squeezing lightly as you lower your head to lick into his mouth, silently begging for more. Frank sighs and returns your kiss, his intensity bordering on desperate. Your hips kick forward of their own accord, and you nearly shout when you feel Frank's thumb press gently against your clit. Making tight circles around it, pressure just enough to make you cry out and hips stutter.
"There you go baby, my good girl. How're you doing?" he asks breathlessly, " 's it feel good? You like fucking my fingers?"
You struggle to form any sort of thought to convey just how fucking perfect his fingers feel. How three of them, now crooked and stroking inside of you causes heat to pool low in your abdomen. How his thumb working your clit sends waves of pleasure up your spine and down your thighs.
"Yeah, yes, God please, Frankie. More, please I need more. Anything, fuck." It's all you can manage right now. Half of you despising him for getting you to a point that you're begging, and the other half just desperate enough to consider begging for his cock specifically.
"I think I can do that, sweetheart." Frank smirks at your pleas and God do you just want to smack it off his smug face.
You don't have time to act on your thoughts as Frank abruptly pulls his fingers out of you. Garnering a frustrated moan from you that borders on a growl. Your indignation doesn't last long when you see his hands working his boxers down just enough to get his cock out. You shift forward in anticipation, trying to set your knees apart farther as you watch him close his hand around himself. Frank lets his head fall against the back of the couch when he strokes himself once, twice, squeezing his tip slightly. Hips lifting and letting out short groans, his aching cock finally getting some much needed attention.
"Frank…Frank c'mon" you whisper quickly as your hand goes to your clit, picking up where he left off.
Frank's eyes open, once again wandering down your body and speeding up the hand working his cock upon seeing you grind against your fingers. He shifts down the cushion slightly as if coming to his senses and remembering why it was he got his dick out to begin with. You move your hand away from your clit so you can keep your underwear pulled to the side as Frank guides your hips closer and lines up with your entrance. Keeping your hand in place at the back of his neck and his hand holding your hip, you shift down until you can feel the head of his cock pressing against you. Just enough to tease the both of you until you slowly lower yourself.
The feeling of finally getting him inside of you causes your shoulders to tense, arching your back slightly at the sensation. Frank holds eye contact as he brings you down further, cock halfway in and filling you up better than his three fingers were previously. Your hand abandons your underwear and flies up to grip his shoulder when you feel his fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts up sharply, pushing in the rest of the way, causing you to cry out.
"Fucking Christ, baby--" he grits out as he continues to hold you still and sets a rough pace. He leans his back again as his breath quickens, now panting harshly, letting out short moans with every few thrusts.
You can't help the frustrated moan that you feel come out of you when his grip tightens, not allowing you to match his movements. Instead, you press your face into his neck, kissing and sucking on every spot you find that gets him gasping, leaving angry red bite marks in your wake. Frank tilts your hips back in hopes of finding your g-spot, succeeding just enough times to make you whine, but not enough to bring you any closer to coming.
"Fuck, I'm- I'm close" he pants out, "Baby please, hah, please tell me you're close--"
You lift your head to look at him when you hear him whimper. He's flushed and trying desperately to keep up his fast and hard pace but failing every now and then as his hips stutter. You can see it on his face, he's so close to coming, he won’t last much longer. You can't even be annoyed at him for being on the edge so soon after getting inside of you. You know full well how he is during a post-show back room fuck. You know that even if he does come before you that he'll make damn sure you get yours too. With that goal in mind, you pry his hands off your hips and move them to your waist.
Steadying yourself with a hand on either shoulder, you let your hips drop heavily against his. You take over and set a fast pace thrusting hard against him, causing him to cry out each time. You can feel his thighs start to shake, trying to hold off, fingernails digging painfully, perfectly, into your skin.
"Don't make me wait, Frankie. C'mon, come for me baby." You rasp against his ear.
Frank's hips jerk up once and you can feel his body stiffen as he comes, moaning high in his throat, voice breaking. You bring your hips against his in a slow grind, clenching around him, working him through his orgasm until he whimpers desperately. Pushing against your hips, trying to guide you off his softening cock.
His shoulders relax as he slumps forward, resting his head against your chest, trying to get his breathing under control. You run your fingers across the back of his head, his neck, down his back. Patiently tracing nonsense patterns until you feel his hands rise back to your waist, pulling away and looking up at you. You smile, leaning down to kiss him sweetly, holding his face in your hands, and sighing as he scratches softly along your back.
“Here, c’mon baby, lie back”. He says, barely audible.
Frank eases you off him and shifts so he can press you down onto the couch. Returning to your lips in a filthy continuation of the kiss prior. You moan in relief as you feel his fingers move lower, landing at your clit and giving it a few purposeful strokes before pushing his fingers into you. You can feel him pushing his come back into you, hear it. Thinking about what that must look like makes you feel dirty and even more desperate to come. You whimper as you push your hips down to meet his thrusts.
“What do you want, baby?” He whispers against your ear, leaning further to suck a bruise just beneath your ear. Making you gasp as he brushes his thumb against your clit with every push of his fingers. "Where do you want me, huh? Let me hear you". You can't help the sob that he rips from you when he speeds up his pace, his thumb now in constant contact with you, making you writhe underneath him.
"I-- ah, fuck, your mouth, fuck Frank, please".
Frank grins, leaning to kiss you one last time before he starts making his way down your body. Leaving a kiss at the hollow of your throat, a fleeting suck on your nipple, a trail of bites across your abdomen. Finally, finally, he settles between your legs. One arm hooked behind your left thigh, bringing it up to rest over his shoulder.
For a moment he just stares, slowing his hand and watching his fingers slide into you. Mouth falling open, so focused on the sight of his come being pushed back into you with every thrust. Almost forgetting that you had yet to finish at all. You bring his attention back with a whine and quick jerk of your hips. Frank's eyes snapping up to yours apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" he rushes out, "it's just...Fucking look at you. Christ, you're gorgeous like this."
Before you can respond he brings his mouth to your entrance, pushing his tongue in alongside his fingers, groaning heavily at the taste of himself mixed with something distinctly you. The action has you whining, hands shooting down to his head, trying to hold him in place. You whimper desperately as he moves up to close his mouth around your clit, nails scratching against his scalp, searching for anything to hold on to.
Frank speeds his thrusts, setting a rhythm to match his tongue. His hand going to your hip, encouraging you to move against him. Taking the hint, you start to push your hips down onto his fingers. You slap a hand against your mouth to muffle your scream, not intending to be that loud. Back arching off the cushions as Frank maintains that angle, still alternating between harsh sucks and pointed licks to your clit. Your thighs begin to shake, and hips fall out of your quick pace as you get dangerously close to coming.
"Frank, oh God, Frank please, I'm so fucking close". It's almost as if you have to force the words out between your breathless pants and nearly involuntary moans. Frank takes the cue and replaces his fingers with his tongue, bringing his hands to grasp your thighs and push them back, nose brushing against your clit with every lick into you.
He groans against you, getting an even better taste of his come leaking out of you as you tighten around him. The vibrations of his voice against you are what ultimately pushes you over the edge. Crying out a litany of swears interspersed with his name as your hands hold the back of his head, pressing his face closer to you, tongue deeper into you.
Frank continues to work his tongue against you, moving slightly to avoid your overly sensitive clit. Whispering how good you are, his perfect, beautiful, baby girl. Once your hands relax against his head he presses a soft kiss against your inner thigh and noses against your lower abdomen, still trembling with the occasional aftershock of your orgasm.
"Hey there" you say with a tired smile.
Frank simply meets your eyes, looking at you as if you hung the moon and stars just for him. He runs his fingers along your collarbones, settling against your throat. His other hand braced against the cushion next to your head as he brings his lips to yours, pressing a soft kiss against them.
His hand moves higher up your throat, fingers gently pressing against your jaw. You part your lips for him, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and tugging gently. It's not until he licks into your mouth that you realize he's also pushing your mixed come along with it. You groan in surprise, Frank's hand still at your throat, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss. Still hazy from coming, you allow his tongue to continue, tasting yourself on him. Tasting yourself with him. When Frank finally pulls away he still has that look on his face as if he's studying you.
"Was that okay?" He whispers, sounding unsure of himself as he brings his hand to cradle your jaw and brushes the spit and come off your lower lip.
Saying nothing in return, you look back at him and run your tongue along your lip, brushing his thumb in the process, and swallow.
"Jesus Christ, baby". He mumbles and kisses you a final time before sitting back and letting himself melt into the couch, catching his breath.
You scoot back, and rest against the opposite arm of the couch, wedging your toes under his thigh. Frank's head turns and he smiles widely at you, giggling in disbelief when he looks away, blushing as if he didn't just force a mouthful of his own come into a kiss.
"So... didn’t know you were into that, Frankie, eating your come out of me". You say teasingly while nudging your foot against his hip.
"Oh my God, stop!" he says with an exasperated laugh.
"No, Frank, you were quite literally the one with his face pressed against me licking your come out of me".
Frank slaps your foot away from him with another laugh, blush spreading down his chest. You swing your legs over the side of the couch, settling next to him.
"Frank. Frank seriously-" You say, taking his face in your hands and forcing him to meet your eyes, "You're allowed to like that. I know I liked it. Did it surprise me when a mouthful of your come, that was inside of me, came along with that kiss? Yeah, but baby, never feel nervous to try something new or be embarrassed that you liked it, okay?"
Frank just stared at you, partly in disbelief and partly in awe.
"God, I fucking love you so much, you have no idea." You smiled at his words, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips.
"If it's anywhere near as how much I love you, then I think I have some idea". You say stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs.
"Now c'mon, one of the guys are gonna come looking for you, and I'm the one who's gonna get shit for making you late for meet and greet, because I'm 'supposed to know better'". You say with a laugh, throwing air quotes mimicking Rays lecture from a few shows back.
As if on cue, there's a knock on the door and Rays voice filters through.
"Frank? Come on, please tell me you guys are decent in there, we've gotta go".
You look at Frank and the two of you burst out laughing, hearing a frustrated 'oh c'mon guys, again??' from the other side of the door. You can practically visualize Ray throwing his hands in the air before stalking past Gerard and Mikey, ignoring their laughter. Giving Frank one last look, you heave yourself up off the couch, picking up his jeans, shirt, and shoes and dropping the pile onto his lap.
"Now get dressed and go sign some shit and make someone’s day, alright? I think we've made them wait long enough, yeah?"
Frank stands and begrudgingly pulls his shirt back on, tugging his jeans into place, and slips back into his sneakers as you do the same.
You grab his wrist as he passes by you, pulling him into one more kiss, and pushing him playfully out the door, off to join his bandmates at their table.