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November 14th, 2022
Frank didn't think Gerard would actually show up. He hadn’t reached out in two weeks, since they got home from the last show. Not that Frank had bothered either, other than a text two days ago reminding him of the Troubadour show. There had been times where they went months without talking, but Frank had really felt like they were healing, so he was doubly hurt by Gerard’s radio silence. They’d done so well all those months on tour– only a few awkward moments when Frank had to resist the urge to pull Gerard in for a kiss at the end of a show.
But there he was, sneaking around the crowd to the backstage area, just minutes before their set time.
“Gerard, you made it!” Anthony exclaimed, genuine excitement on his face as he threw his arms out for a hug.
The two singers embraced, Gerard looking a lot more awkward than Anthony.
Gerard nodded at the other guys, exchanging pleasantries, and strolled over to Frank. They stood staring at each other for a few seconds, the tension palpable.
“I didn’t think you were coming,” Frank said, pulling him in for a tight, but considerably more subdued hug than Anthony’s.
“I wouldn't miss it. I’m so proud of you,” Gerard said, genuine warmth in his eyes.
A soft blush appeared on Frank’s cheeks at the praise.
“But you didn't reply to my text,” Frank replied.
“I wanted to surprise you,” Gerard shrugged.
“Frank, we’re on,” Tucker said, patting Frank on the shoulder as he passed by him to walk onstage.
“I’ll see you after?” Frank asked, a hopeful smile on his face.
Gerard nodded and gestured for him to go.
The crowd was electric and Anthony was on fire through the whole set. Frank was amazed that the album had only been out for three days and the fans were already able to sing along to every song. He got teary eyed a few times, the feeling of playing new songs for a crowd something he would never get enough of.
Frank didn't even really notice all the times Anthony came over to his side of the stage to paw at his chest or lean on him as he wailed into the microphone. He was already getting back into the swing of being touchy on stage with the last few shows they’d played and fuck– Frank had missed that. As good as the reunion tour had been for Frank’s mental health, it was obvious how much different it felt to play a show where his singer was all over him the whole time.
They left the stage after Past Lives for a short break before coming back to play the final two songs. The rest of the guys grabbed bottles of water to suck down and Frank was headed to the cooler when he felt a hand around his wrist and he was spun around against his will. Gerard’s face was scrunched up and Frank could tell it was his pissed off scrunch, not the cute annoyed one Frank loved so much.
“What are you two playing at?” Gerard demanded, not letting up on his grip.
“What are you talking about?” Frank was genuinely confused. He could usually figure out what was pissing Gerard off, but this time, he had no idea.
“You ignore me for the last two weeks and then you invite me to a show just to throw yourself at your other lead singer in front of me?” Gerard’s words came out like venom.
Oh. Frank grinned.
“Don’t give me that fucking smirk; I know that one,” Gerard groaned, stepping back from Frank and running a hand through his hair.
They had talked about this already, but apparently Gerard was ready to go back on their promises. The entire band had agreed that they weren’t going to go back to any of their previous self-destructive behavior that had led to the breakup in the first place— including whatever had gone on between Gerard and Frank. Especially whatever the fuck had gone on between Gerard and Frank.
Mikey had implied that their thing was the start of the end for the band. Frank was pretty sure it wasn’t, but he had to agree it definitely made things uncomfortable when Gerard met Lindsey and everything got— weird.
Frank missed Gerard at first. Really fucking missed him. So much he wrote he three fucking albums about it. His wife was still teasing him about that.
They would go months without even a text to check in and somehow, that wasn't even the bad part. The worst part, Frank thought, was when they were talking, but it was so disconnected, so surface level it was like they were never even friends to begin with. If he was going through his pills quicker, it was usually a time where he and Gerard were actually speaking.
But then he started hanging out with Anthony more. He fucking loved Anthony from the beginning, back when they first met, but they didn’t start fooling around until they started making music together last year. Frank assumed it had something to do with the intimacy of writing together since literally the only other person he’d been with that he wasn’t making music with was Jamia.
That was another thing she liked to tease him about. He would come home from days at the studio with his new bandmates beaming. Even though there was a worldwide pandemic raging, he was the happiest he’d been since the early 2000’s, when touring was still fun.
He had been secretly grateful the world had shut down and cancelled the tour in 2020. He hadn't been ready to spend months breathing the same air as Gerard. Getting together with Anthony had been cathartic, like going to therapy. The first few times they hooked up, they didn’t even have sex. Frank just broke down sobbing while Anthony held him and ran his fingers through his hair.
Anthony hadn’t experienced anything like that since he left Saosin. Even then, he hadn't been leaving a person he loved, but an experience. He didn’t have much time to wallow in it until he formed Circa and he’d been making music with his friends ever since. He couldn't imagine what Frank had been going through for the last decade.
Gerard had been the first fling Frank had fallen in love with. There had been others that came close, but nothing had ever compared to Gerard. Frank wasn’t sure yet if even what he had with Anthony compared. It was probably too healthy to be comparable.
“You can’t act like that and expect me to not be jealous,” Gerard said, and Frank remembered they were still standing just off stage, the fans in the front row probably able to see their altercation.
Frank pulled Gerard further backstage so the crowd couldn't see. The last thing he needed were new allegations floating around online. He was sure there would be rumors starting just from Gerard’s appearance at the show.
“It’s just how he is.” Frank attempted to explain with a shrug.
Gerard glared. “Then why is it just you?”
Frank shook his head. “It’s not!”
Gerard just continued to glare at him. Anyone with eyes could see it was only Frank that Anthony gravitated toward onstage. Frank thought he would probably be all over Tucker too if he weren’t stuck behind the drum set, but it didn’t change the fact that Travis and Tim never got similar attention.
Frank sighed. “It’s just our thing. He’s done most of the lyric writing with me playing in the background; it’s just that closeness, you know?”
Gerard did know, but that didn't make it feel any better. He didn’t have that anymore and he supposed sometimes he missed it, too.
“We’re back on!” Travis yelled to Frank as he grabbed his guitar from the tech.
“We can talk later, okay?” Frank threw a desperate look at Gerard who just nodded.
2022 and Sleep Cult were arguably Anthony’s most emotional songs and he belted them out during the encore like they were. He threw himself into the crowd and screamed the words along with the fans.
Toward the end of Sleep Cult, Anthony had his full weight leaning on Frank and Frank's head was pushed between Anthony’s shoulder blades. Frank knew he was going to be sore and emotional when he came down from the high and hoped Anthony would massage Tiger Balm into his shoulder before he fucked him sweet and slow.
Or maybe he’d want to fuck hard and dirty. Frank hadn’t figured out how to tell what Anthony would want after a show yet, not in the way he knew with Gerard. After their first show at Riot Fest, Anthony had a crazed look in his eyes after their set and Frank was sure he was going to get fucked rough, but Anthony just held Frank against the door and stroked him to completion when they got back to their dressing room, murmuring assurances into his ear, calling him every sweet nothing in the book. It was one of the hottest fucking things Frank had ever experienced.
Frank walked offstage and saw Anthony clapping the other guys on the back. He beamed at his band mates, so proud of what they’d created and how the fans were responding to it. Then his gaze landed on Gerard, who was glaring at him. Fuck, he could never have a normal conversation with Gerard when he was already half hard and high from a show.
Gerard approached the shorter man, looking ready to go off, but Anthony intercepted him, a towel draped over his shoulders. “Give him a minute to come down,” he demanded, motioning for Gerard to step back.
Gerard nodded and went to sit down on a bench a few feet away.
“Just take a minute, baby.” Anthony put his hand reassuringly on Frank’s sore shoulder and rubbed a bit.
He noticed how Gerard stiffened at the pet name. Anthony didn't usually use those in public, especially when the other guys were around.
Frank leaned into Anthony’s touch and let one of the techs take his guitar. Frank let his head rest on Anthony’s shoulder, nuzzling under the collar of his open button up to breathe in the smell of his sweat drenched white t-shirt. The post gig musk was always grounding.
“They knew every word.” Frank's breathing grew slower and a grin formed on his face as he spoke softly into Anthony’s neck.
“It’s amazing, isn't it?” Anthony pressed a kiss to Frank’s sweaty hair.
“I will never get sick of it.” Frank lifted his head up and took another breath, looking into Anthony’s blue eyes. “I think I’m okay now.”
“You sure, baby boy?” Anthony whispered, cupping Frank’s face with his palm.
Frank nodded and gestured for Gerard to come back over.
The other guys were giving them a wary look. They didn’t know where Gerard fit into their arrangement. If he did fit into it. Fuck, Frank thought, how did he fit into this?
“Frank, I’m sorry– I didn't realize there was something going on with you guys.” Gerard looked genuinely apologetic. “I thought you were just doing it to piss me off.”
Frank’s anger flared. “You know, not everything I do is about you.”
Frank’s relationships with other men had never been about Gerard at all. It was always about whatever came over them while playing or writing together. During the Death Spells era, when Frank was at his most mentally unwell, writing and fucking around with Dewees kept him from killing himself. He’d blown Tucker when he’d toured with them. There was even an awkward attempted Leathermouth orgy that they never talked about. Unlike Gerard, who had fucked Bert because he was pissed that Frank had proposed to Jamia.
Gerard grimaced. “Frankie, that’s not what I meant.”
Frank stiffened at the nickname. Anthony never called him that because he knew that was Gerard’s name for him. It was always Frank, Francis, sweetheart, baby, sometimes dirtier things when they were horny– but never Frankie. It still held too much weight.
Tucker looked over and shot Frank a look, nonverbally asking if everything was okay. Frank nodded and Tucker visibly relaxed. Out of all of them, the drummer understood best. Anthony had admitted that they had fucked a lot in their 20s. Fuck, Frank thought, why the hell had the three of them not done anything together? Anthony was still very clearly attracted to Tucker if their Instagram lives had anything to say about it.
“I guess I thought–” Gerard started. “Sorry, it was a stupid idea.”
“You thought right.” Frank cut him off, gathering the courage to put it out there.
“Wait– what?” Gerard blubbered like a fish out of water.
“Do you want to watch or something?” Frank asked, looking at Anthony to monitor his reaction.
Anthony’s face was unreadable, but he didn't seem to be against it. Their wives had watched before, but they had never invited another man, especially one that they had such a history with. Frank thought for a second it might be a good idea to start with a more neutral party, but fuck it, he was horny and Gerard still looked so delicious after all those years.
“I–uh,” Gerard looked back and forth between Frank and Anthony.
“Meet us at the hotel in an hour. We can discuss more then,” Anthony said, his voice calm.
Gerard nodded, pulling out his phone to call an Uber. Anthony gave him the hotel address and then led Frank to the dressing rooms to wipe as much sweat from him as he could without a full shower.
Fifteen minutes later, the band and some techs were piled in a van on the way back to the hotel. Frank doesn't remember how, but he made it back to the room he was sharing with Anthony, one of the beds with rumpled sheets from where they’d cuddled earlier.
Anthony led him to the bathroom and peeled off his own sweat slick clothing before working on Frank’s. He let the shower water warm up while Frank stared at the bathroom tile, dissociating from the high of the show and anticipation of what was going to happen later.
“What rules do you need tonight?” Anthony asked, pulling Frank into the warm stream of the shower.
“I don’t care what you do, but I don't want to fuck him.” Frank said, knowing he wasn't ready for that. He didn't know if he would ever be ready to do that with Gerard again, not if he wasn't willing to make it work. Frank didn't do casual. And he couldn't go through that heartbreak again.
“That’s fine, baby, but you know I’m a one man type of guy.” Anthony smiled, running suds of shampoo through Frank’s sweaty hair.
As odd as it might sound, Anthony described himself as very monogamous. Wives didn’t count, because the intimacy that came with fucking your band mate, your songwriting partner, that was an entirely different thing.
Some of them had been short flings, some more awkward than others. Frank wasn't even sure what Anthony’s history was with anyone other than Tucker. But what they had together was clearly something more than just fucking around.
“I like when your hair gets long like this,” Anthony commented, rinsing the shampoo from Frank’s hair.
“I like when you pull it,” Frank murmured, enjoying the feeling of Anthony’s long fingers massaging the soap off of his scalp.
Anthony grinned and tugged on the wet locks, making Frank moan. “But I like to just run my hands through it, too.”
Once they were sufficiently clean, Anthony turned the shower off and pulled Frank out. He grabbed a robe for Frank, settling with just wrapping a towel around his waist. There was no point in getting dressed when he knew where tonight was headed.
Frank sat on the closed toilet seat as Anthony blow dried his hair, then his own. He pressed a kiss to Frank’s clean, fluffy locks and heard a knock at the door.
“Just in time.” Anthony grinned and went to answer it.
Frank dragged himself out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed nervously, tugging the belt of the robe tight around his waist.
Gerard had clearly brushed his hair and as he got closer, Frank could smell the cologne he wore whenever he was trying to come onto Frank. He knew how much Frank liked that woody, musky scent.
Frank’s cheeks flushed and he almost said something to Gerard, but thought better of it because he knew it would come out snarky, even if he didn’t mean it like that. Of course that fucker still knew how to turn Frank on.
“Sit.” Anthony motioned to the desk chair.
Gerard nodded, pushed the chair closer to the bed Frank was on and sat down obediently.
Frank stifled a groan as the towel sank lower on Anthony’s hips, revealing the dimples just above his butt. He loved the hard angles of his friend’s body, so much different from the soft curves of his wife. He had thought about what it would be like to fuck them both at the same time, but had never gotten up the courage to ask.
“There are rules tonight,” Anthony started, resting his hands on his own hips as he stood in front of Gerard.
Gerard nodded, folding his hands in his lap. Frank liked how compliant he already was. Anthony was going to have so much fun with the other singer.
“You are not to touch him,” Anthony said.
Frank whined and pouted at Anthony. He didn’t want to fuck Gerard, but he kinda wanted to kiss him. It had been years, but he still craved the taste of Gerard’s tongue, his stupid little teeth, the whimpers he could get him to make when he nipped at the older man’s throat.
“I have boundaries, too, my sweet boy.” Anthony's voice softened, glancing back at Frank.
Frank could see the possessiveness in Anthony’s eyes, his clear blues growing darker, stormier, filled with lust, but also ownership.
“You’re not to do anything without my permission.” Anthony addressed Gerard again. “That includes touching yourself. Is that agreeable?”
“Yes,” Gerard said with a dreamy sigh. Frank could tell he was sinking into subspace already just from Anthony’s commanding voice.
“Yes, what?” Anthony’s voice was even more stern, taking on the tone that always got Frank’s cock to stand at attention.
Gerard had been in this situation enough times to know what Anthony was asking. It had been so long since he’d been ordered around by another man, he hadn't even realized how much he was craving it.
“Yes, sir,” Gerard swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing dramatically.
Frank couldn't help but shudder at how quickly and easily Gerard was falling into the submissive role. It was another thing Frank missed about him. Anthony always took the dominant role as that was what Frank needed those days. But sometimes Frank craved the feeling of Gerard’s soft skin underneath him, squirming and writhing as Frank fucked him roughly.
“Good,” Anthony turned away from Gerard and looked at Frank. “Okay, sweetheart, lay down. You’re sore.”
Frank nodded, laying on his side and pulling the robe off his sore shoulder.
Anthony laid behind him and Frank felt the cool lotion hit his bad shoulder. Sometimes they just did this, on nights when that’s what Frank needed. Frank felt himself relaxing already, just from the feeling of Anthony’s long fingers massaging his sore joints.
When it was sufficiently rubbed in and the cooling sensation had numbed his pain, Anthony pressed a kiss to the side of Frank’s face and got up from the bed. He walked over to Gerard, who was looking up at him through his long eyelashes, eyes glittering with want, hands still folded across his lap.
“I changed my mind,” Anthony practically growled.
Frank blinked a few times as Anthony fell to his knees in front of Gerard. There were two pairs of handcuffs in Anthony’s hands– Frank didn't even know he had those– and before either of the other men could say a word, Gerard’s hands were cuffed to the armrests and his pants and underwear were around his ankles.
“Have you used colors before?” Anthony asked, checking the security of the cuffs.
“What?” Gerard choked, totally distracted by the fact that Anthony had just restrained him and freed his quickly hardening cock to the cool air of the hotel room in one swift motion.
“What color are you, Gee?” Frank asked, rolling onto his back as he continued to enjoy the cool lotion soaking into his joints and the sight of Gerard’s thick cock coming to attention. He felt his robe fall open and expose his chest, the fabric dragging across his sensitive nipple as it did. Anthony was distracted, so Frank undid the belt around his waist to allow his own cock to breathe.
“Oh.” Gerard suddenly remembered. He and Frank had used colors before, it had just been so long he’d forgotten. “Green. Bright fucking green.”
Anthony grinned and wrapped his long fingers around Gerard’s length. He rubbed his thumb over the slit, drawing out some precum to spread around and Gerard shuddered, his hips jerking upward.
“Such a needy boy,” Anthony teased. “My Francis had his hands full with you, didn’t he?”
“Nnnngh,” Gerard groaned, unable to form a real word. Fuck, it had been too long since he’d had a man’s rough hand wrapped around his cock.
“I bet I could get you off just talking dirty to you,” Anthony purred.
Gerard nodded and grunted as Anthony squeezed his cock. All of the sudden, there was a cool ring being slid onto his length and nestled at the base.
“Anthony–” Gerard choked as the strokes resumed on his restricted cock.
“Be quiet or I’ll have to gag you,” Anthony threatened, his eyes flicking up to meet Gerard’s.
Gerard didn't know it was possible, but he felt his cock growing even harder at the thought of Anthony stuffing a sock in his mouth or worse– a ball gag. He was tempted to be a brat just so Anthony would make good on the threat, but he wanted to be able to breathe comfortably that night so he shut up.
Gerard groaned as he started to notice a tingle on the tip of his cock. Anthony hadn’t washed his hands after massaging Frank’s shoulder and there was still leftover residue from the lotion. The combination of camphor and menthol created a pleasant burning sensation that caused tears to form in the corner of Gerard’s eyes.
Anthony grinned, biting his lip. “Frank mentioned you were a pain slut.”
Gerard looked over at Frank desperately. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to talk since Anthony hadn’t explicitly asked him a question. Frank offered him no clarification, just grinned back and wrapped a hand around his own cock and started teasing the tip with his thumb.
“Lemme wash my hands, baby,” Anthony said to Frank as he went to the bathroom.
Frank also enjoyed a little pain, but tonight Anthony only wanted to pleasure him. He was so proud of his friend for how beautifully he’d played that night, how much of himself he’d thrown into that set. Anthony wanted to show him how much he cared for him. And he wanted to show Gerard the absolute treasure he had fumbled when he let Frank go.
Frank’s cheeks grew red when it was just he and Gerard in the room alone. He hadn’t been fully naked in front of Gerard for years and he suddenly felt self conscious. He’d always been insecure next to Gerard who had a bigger cock and longer legs and smoother, unblemished skin. The pandemic had been rough for Frank and his mental and physical health suffered yet there was Gerard, looking perfect as ever, like the goddamn vampire that everyone was convinced he was.
“You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” Gerard sighed, testing the restriction on the handcuffs.
Frank flushed even brighter. He knew Gerard was lying, the fucker was just horny and would say anything to get someone’s hands on his dick. Frank wasn’t falling for it.
Anthony returned, completely naked, towel abandoned in the bathroom. Frank was distracted from his own self deprication by the reappearance of his tall, lithe friend. He admired the differences between Anthony and Gerard; Gerard’s skin pale white and blank while Anthony was slightly tanned and covered in a splash of colors. They were both still so beautiful, so unlike Frank who desperately tried to cover up every inch of his body with ink and long sleeves.
“Stay out of that head of yours,” Anthony said, as if reading Frank’s mind. He knew his friend could be in his thoughts too much and it had definitely thrown off hook up plans more than a few times. Not that Anthony minded. He would be there for Frank in whatever way he needed.
“Tony,” Frank whined, aroused, but feeling vulnerable being stared at by two flawless men.
“Sweet boy.” The dominant tone was completely gone from Anthony’s voice, replaced by the gentle resonance it took on when he was singing a particularly vulnerable lyric. He knelt on the bed, straddling Frank’s thighs, placing one hand on the smooth skin of his lower belly and the other in the middle of his chest, nestling between the soft swell of his pecs. “You are fucking beautiful and I will not have you thinking otherwise.”
Frank sighed. Of course Anthony knew where his mind was going. They’d talked about it plenty of times.
Anthony leaned down to press a kiss to Frank’s lips for the first time that night. Frank sighed and felt himself melt into the kiss. Every time with Anthony felt like the first time. He hoped that feeling never wore off. Anthony’s lips were so soft Frank was always jealous of the microphone. God, what if he just kissed him on stage one night? It’s not like he hadn’t done it with Gerard.
There was so much more at stake now though. Neither of them would want to deal with the comments online about cheating on their wives and their kids were old enough to see that shit now.
There was a sharp intake of breath from the corner of the room and Frank had almost forgotten Gerard was there.
Anthony grinned, sitting back on his haunches and throwing a look over his shoulder at Gerard. “Should we show him what he’s missing out on, sweetheart?”
Frank nodded, wiggling underneath Anthony so their cocks brushed. Both men gasped at the contact. They had been dancing around each other all night, teasing and building up to this moment when their hot skin made contact.
Gerard looked like he desperately wanted to say something, but he wanted to be good so they would reward him. He only squirmed in his seat, trying and failing to get any sort of friction against his cock that wasn’t just cold air. Anthony had made sure to cuff his hands far enough back that he couldn't even get the tip of his finger close to his cock and his pants were fully around his ankles, offering no surface to rut against.
Anthony caught the motion from the corner of his eye, but decided to ignore it. He knew Gerard was restrained well enough and he had something much more important to focus on.
Frank was looking up at Anthony like he was the only thing to ever exist and Anthony’s heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest. He loved this man so much, had said so many times before, but never in that way. He wanted to say it now, but didn’t think it was appropriate in front of Gerard so he just tried to communicate it with his eyes. He had no idea if the message got through to Frank and would definitely make sure to say it later, but for the meantime, he got to work showing Frank physically.
“So perfect,” Anthony murmured, pressing soft kisses to Frank’s neck. “I’m the one singing, but I know everyone is looking at you on stage.”
Frank tried to protest, knowing what a mesmerizing performer Anthony was.
“You give them everything up there, even when you’re in pain.” Anthony trailed his tongue over Frank’s throat tattoos, tracing the lines of ink that said “let love in”. Anthony had a soft spot for that one, felt like it matched his hands perfectly. He wondered what it would look like with his fingers wrapped around Frank’s neck, cutting off his oxygen just the smallest bit.
Anthony trailed his fingers along Frank’s throat and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath. Frank’s lips were parted and his dark eyes were half lidded with lust and affection and Anthony hoped also a hint of love- romantic love, not just the friend love that had grown over the years. Anthony felt his stomach lurch as he realized he wanted to take Frank out on a date, introduce him as his boyfriend. Fuck, they were definitely going to have to talk about that.
“You tear yourself apart for them, it’s so fucking beautiful.” Anthony applied just the slightest pressure to the sides of Frank’s neck.
Frank let out the faintest mewl, eyes rolling back and Anthony could have sworn he felt him push back against his hand trying to get more pressure.
“God damn, baby, you were made to submit to me, weren’t you?” Anthony admired Frank underneath him, staring up at him with nothing but trust.
“Yes, daddy, all yours,” Frank moaned, canting his hips up to meet Anthony’s.
Anthony let up on Frank’s neck, letting his fingers linger. He leaned down to capture the smaller man’s lips in another kiss, this one decidedly more messy as Frank was currently having an out of body experience.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” Anthony whispered against Frank’s lips, his eyelashes tickling Frank’s cheekbones.
“You too,” Frank replied.
“No, this is about you tonight, cutie.” Anthony pressed a kiss to Frank’s chin. “This is about making you feel so good you never think about running back to him ever again.”
Frank’s eyes flicked over to Gerard in the corner who was practically drooling on his own shirt at this point. As much as Frank missed running his hands up Gerard’s smooth thighs, tangling his fingers in that silky hair, he would give up everything to stay beneath Anthony’s comforting weight right now.
“I’m going to suck on your pretty tits now, sweetheart.” Anthony was narrating more so for Gerard’s benefit, but he was also asking Frank for permission. Anthony knew how much he loved to have his nipples played with, but he was still a consent freak.
Frank nodded enthusiastically and Anthony stole a look at Gerard’s blissed out face before he dove into the colorful expanse of Frank’s chest. Anthony flicked his tongue along the swell of his left breast, wondering if he licked hard enough he would be able to taste the layers of ink accumulated over the years.
Frank let out the smallest whimper as Anthony’s tongue flicked over his nipple, licking it to a peak. Anthony traced the lines of Jamia’s name, long covered up and inked in a more prominent place on Frank’s hand, but there nonetheless. Anthony wondered if Frank would get his name somewhere. He probably only had to ask. He still had some space on his inner thigh. Anthony thought it would look perfect there, in a place only his most intimate partners could see.
“I know you can be louder than that, sunshine,” Anthony purred, nipping lightly at the pebbled tip. “Let Gee hear you sing.”
That was all Frank needed to let his moans loose. “Tony, please,” he breathed, the desperate whimper making Anthony’s cock twitch.
“Please what?” Anthony’s lips moved to Frank’s right nipple, still massaging the left one with his fingers.
“Just-“ Frank started, squirming underneath Anthony’s thighs pinning him in place. “Fuckin— don’t know, hurt me, please.”
Anthony looked up at Frank, shaking his head. “Not tonight, sweet boy.”
Frank’s eyes were begging. He needed it. He couldn’t take just the softness, the sincerity in Anthony’s sweet touches. It was usually wonderful, but Frank didn’t feel like Anthony’s beautiful baby boy, his sweetheart, his— whatever he was. He wanted to hurt like he’d hurt with Gerard, craved it.
“Color?” Anthony could see the thoughts starting again and needed to check in, if only for his own sanity.
Frank took a breath and his voice cracked as he said, “yellow.”
Anthony returned to eye level, cupping Frank’s face with his hands. “I’m not hurting you when you’re like this. You don’t know your limits sometimes.”
Frank nodded. He knew Anthony was only taking care of him. He didn’t know what he needed. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe they should have tried it with someone else, or on a different night, not when Frank was still so vulnerable from letting his soul out on stage with all those new songs.
“Do you want him to leave?” Anthony asked, practically a whisper.
No, Frank definitely still wanted Gerard there. If only to show him how much better he was now. Prove that he wasn’t broken. Or that he’d at least been mostly put back together by his new best friend.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” Anthony ran his thumb over Frank’s bottom lip, back and forth over his piercing scar like a worry stone. “I’m not going to do anything unless you ask me.”
“Just fuck me.” Frank couldn’t think of anything he wanted more right now. “Fuck me like he never could.”
Anthony smiled, knowing exactly what Frank meant. Anthony was going to be so sweet and gentle, Frank would never think about Gerard again, never need anyone else besides the ones he already had. He’d talked about this before with Jamia privately, when she’d expressed her worry about her husband being lonely, about needing that connection with a writing partner again. Anthony had promised to take care of him.
“How do you want me?” Anthony knew Frank usually liked when they lay on their sides, Frank’s back to Anthony’s chest, so he could rock into him slowly, one arm curled around his belly and the other in his hair. But it wasn’t his decision tonight. He needed whatever Frank needed.
“Just like this,” Frank said. “Want to look at you.”
Anthony smiled. “I want that too, love.”
Frank’s face flushed. That was a new one. It felt… too coupley. Not that he didn’t like it. It freaked him out that he liked it. He’d never considered actually having a relationship with anyone else. It was different when you were friends and writing together and touring all the time and fucking. Or was it? He supposed spending a bunch of your time with someone you’re also getting off with was essentially a relationship, but he’d never had the time or clarity of mind to consider it with anyone else before.
Frank felt so giddy at his realization that he almost blurted it out right there. Anthony raised an eyebrow, as if reading his mind, and captured his lips in another sweet kiss to silence the confession. Neither of them wanted the memory of the first time they really said ‘I love you’ to involve an ex… whatever.
“Shhh,” Anthony whispered in Frank’s ear. “Later.”
Frank nodded, nuzzling a kiss onto Anthony’s cheek.
Anthony reached for the lube he’d placed on the nightstand earlier, tossing another glance at Gerard. His pupils were blown wide open and he looked like he was hardly breathing as he stared a hole in the back of Anthony’s head. Anthony made sure to flex his arms a bit to show off how much more toned he was than the soft, pale man handcuffed to the desk chair.
“I bet my hands feel so much better inside you, filling you up more than he ever did,” Anthony teased, mostly for Gerard, but he could see Frank reacting too as he coated his fingers with lube.
“So much better,” Frank echoed, groaning as Anthony swiped across his entrance, just testing the resistance. Frank felt himself opening up already, body so used to taking those beautiful inked fingers. They were long enough to easily massage Frank’s prostate and thick enough to give him a delightful pressure as he opened him up.
“I bet he never made you come just from this,” Anthony mused as he worked his fingers into Frank, eagerly looking for that spot that made him squirm.
“Never even tried,” Frank replied, a slight edge to his voice. Gerard hadn’t exactly been a selfish lover, but he’d been inexperienced with men, especially when they first started fooling around. Gerard had always been self conscious and awkward, despite how fucking gorgeous he still was. The only time he really ever looked comfortable was when they were performing. It was also the only time Gerard was able to kiss him without any hint of hesitation. Frank didn’t dwell on the fact that it was probably because thousands of other people were watching then. He wasn’t going to think about what that meant. It was in the past, and Anthony was his future. Tonight was about showing him that, and showing Gerard that it was over.
Anthony could hear Gerard’s low growl from the edge of the bed and he flushed with pride. This was exactly what he’d wanted from the encounter. He loved Gerard too, but couldn't help feeling inadequate in comparison. Frank had admitted Gerard had been the first man he’d gone all the way with, had actually fallen in love with. Anthony wanted to be the last.
“How about we see if you can?” Anthony mused.
Frank frowned. “No, want you inside me.” He squirmed as Anthony laid a hand on his belly, just above his swallow tattoos.
“I’m already inside you, beautiful.” Anthony grinned and curled his fingers upwards, stroking Frank from the inside.
Frank’s cock twitched with increased interest. Anthony had made him come twice in a night before, but never from just fingering him. He wasn’t sure if he could do it, but he was up for the challenge. His skin felt hotter than it usually did just from Gerard’s eyes on them.
Anthony smiled and pressed a kiss to the curve of Frank’s ear before whispering, “you can do it, baby. Show daddy you can come on just his fingers.”
Frank was getting antsy. He wanted to come with Anthony’s cock inside him, wanted them to climax together. He was so worked up from the foreplay that he was sure he was going to bust so hard he wouldn’t be able to do it again for 24 hours. But he wanted to make Anthony proud of him.
“Yes, daddy.” Frank let himself relax as Anthony stroked his prostate over and over again.
“Tell Gerard how it feels, baby.” Anthony pressed a kiss to the middle of Frank’s chest.
“Gee, it feels so good,” Frank whimpered. “He could get you off like this too, but he’s not going to cause he’s mine.” Frank pushed up into Anthony’s body, desperate for some friction on his cock.
“No, baby, fingers only,” Anthony scolded gently, pushing Frank back on the bed.
He was so overstimulated he felt tears running down his cheeks. “Anthony, I can’t do it, you have to touch me.”
“I’m not going to, baby, you can beg all you want, but I know you can do it,” Anthony taunted, but his voice was calm. “Color?”
“Green,” Frank answered quickly. His cock was painfully hard, but he was enjoying Anthony pushing him like this. He didn’t mind showing off how filthy he could be for Gerard. He’d never been like this with the other man, their encounters always hidden, rushed, like it was something to be ashamed of. He’d so rarely even been able to fuck Gerard in a proper sized bed.
“You’re so pretty when you come, Francis,” Anthony cooed, increasing the speed of his thrusts, curling upwards as he did. “Let me see.”
Frank was panting and writhing in a more obscene way than Anthony had seen in even the nastiest of porn, tits jiggling from Anthony’s finger fucking.
“We have to do this more, love seeing you like this.” Anthony looked down at his beautiful friend spread out underneath him, his soft curves covered in ink. He covers himself up too much, Anthony thought, it’s a shame this isn’t on display all the time. “I might be able to come just from watching you get off.”
Frank practically sobbed as his cock twitched harder this time, spilling seed all over his stomach. He felt his vision go white and almost couldn't believe he’d actually come from just Anthony’s fingers in his ass. This orgasm felt so different, like it had come from so much deeper inside him. Frank would have cringed at that thought, if he’d not been out of his fucking mind at that moment.
“Goddamn,” Anthony breathed, so enamoured with his friend. “You’re so fucking good for me, you precious thing. I’m so proud of you.”
Frank just stared up at Anthony with those fucking doe eyes of his. Anthony felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest.
“You’re so pretty,” Anthony blurted out, then noticed his hand was still in Frank’s ass. He gently slid his fingers out and massaged the skin of Frank’s ass cheeks reassuringly.
Frank’s cheeks flushed as he moved to look away, but Anthony caught his chin and forced him to maintain eye contact.
“Gerard, tell him how pretty he is,” Anthony demanded, his bright eyes staring into Frank’s with such intensity Frank felt his cock twitching again.
Gerard sighed shakily. “You’re so fucking pretty, Frankie.”
“See?” Anthony reassured him. “Gee wouldn't lie.”
The skin around Frank’s eyes crinkled as he smiled sadly. “Yeah, he would.” He had before.
Anthony frowned, imagining what Gerard could have possibly lied to Frank about. “You’re not lying to me are you, Gerard?”
“No!” Gerard answered frantically. “I wouldn't lie about that.”
“But you would lie about other things?” Anthony asked, patting Frank lightly on the cheek before rising off the bed. “What did you tell your wife?”
Gerard stammered. “I– she–”
Anthony moved to stand in front of Gerard, fully naked and cock erect. “Does she even know you came here tonight?”
“Anthony…” Frank scolded his friend. He had never pushed Gerard in that way, even after he’d run back to his bed after that stupid backstage marriage stunt.
“He’s a bad boy, Frank, you know what I do to bad boys.” Anthony’s voice turned as dark as his eyes as he leaned over Gerard, hand hovering just over the older man’s cock.
Frank shivered. He wasn’t usually bad, but sometimes he purposely acted out to get Anthony to rough him up. And oh god, was Anthony good at the rough stuff. Frank had a craving for his soft hand making contact with his ass cheeks, but knew he wouldn’t get to have that tonight. Gerard, on the other hand, was in for it.
Gerard looked up at Anthony with a plea in his eyes. He was desperate for any type of contact, even if it was just a hand on his cock. Neither Gerard nor Frank thought Anthony was going to be that generous though.
Anthony lifted his hand and then there was a sharp snap as he brought it down across Gerard’s cheek.
“Fuuuuuuck.” Gerard tried and failed to stop the word from sliding from his lips as his cock twitched eagerly.
“Color?” Anthony paused to check in.
Gerard’s eyes rolled back in his head as he breathed, “green. Please, sir, again.”
“You are a whore, aren’t you?” Anthony dragged a finger across Gerard’s red cheek and toward his mouth. “Suck.”
Gerard obediently took Anthony’s finger in his mouth and suckled on the digit.
“I could make you do anything right now,” Anthony mused, pushing his finger further into Gerard’s mouth, gagging him a little bit.
Gerard nodded as he continued to suck Anthony’s finger like it was a cock.
“I could make you get down on your hands and knees, spread your ass for me. Make you beg for my cock.” Anthony pondered all the possibilities. He wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted to make Gerard do, if anything. He got a fleeting thought in his mind that it might be fun to edge Gerard all night and send him home still hard.
Gerard groaned as Anthony withdrew his finger and a trail of spit dribbled onto his chin. Anthony patted Gerard’s cheek again before drawing his hand back for another smack.
Gerard gasped again as Anthony’s hand made contact with his cheek, the sharp pain gone too soon.
“Your pretty skin goes red so easily.” Anthony tested a smack on the other cheek. He could see Gerard’s cock twitch again as he did it. “It takes a lot more to make Frank’s skin red.”
Frank blushed from across the room. He loved to be spanked and Anthony always took great care to make sure his ass was a deep red underneath his tattoos. He loved being able to feel it the next day, especially if they had to sit for an interview. He would squirm in his chair, sure that someone could tell, like they were reading his mind as he replayed the scene from the night before in his head.
“What do you want Gerard?” Anthony asked, not intending to give him what he wanted, but curious nonetheless.
Gerard blushed, but admitted, “I want you to fuck me, sir.”
Anthony smirked. “That’s sweet, but it’s not going to happen.”
Gerard sighed as he frowned, but his breath was quickly stolen as Anthony lifted up his chin and brought their lips together.
Frank rolled his eyes as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. “You can’t resist a pretty face can you?”
Gerard felt Anthony pulling away far too soon, but was pleased when he smiled sweetly, his anger clearly forgotten. “He deserved a reward for taking my smacks so beautifully.”
Gerard sighed again, revelling in the praise.
“All right, you sit there quietly like a good whore while I take care of Francis.” Anthony patted Gerard on his reddened cheek again and turned away.
Gerard’s cock was throbbing painfully at all the teasing combined with the pressure of the cock ring.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Anthony asked as he grabbed a few tissues to wipe the cum off Frank’s stomach. They would probably have to shower again after Gerard left, but Anthony did his best to prevent the sticky substance from drying on Frank’s belly and getting itchy.
“Good,” Frank sighed, dreamily. His cock still lay limp against his thigh, but watching Gerard get smacked had definitely gotten him horny again. “Just waiting for my cock to catch up.”
“Getting old is terrible, isn't it?” Anthony joked, capturing Frank’s lips in an open mouthed kiss. Besides pain, kissing was the quickest way to get him hard again.
Anthony straddled Frank, his own hard cock bouncing against his stomach as he moved. “Can’t wait to have my cock in you again, baby boy. It’s my favorite thing.”
Frank could feel his whole body flush. It was his favorite thing, too.
“Lemme make sure you’re not too sensitive,” Anthony hummed as he grabbed for the lube again.
Frank’s opening was still slick, but Anthony always made sure he had enough lube and stretching. He knew Frank liked the feeling of being entered before he was open enough, but Anthony was too soft to hurt him like that, preferring to leave the pain on the surface of his skin, not inside.
Frank sighed and his eyelids fluttered shut as Anthony’s fingers slid inside him again. He thought that he could lay here all night with those fingers just massaging his insides. The pad of Anthony’s finger grazed against his prostate and his cock twitched back to life. He was still a little sensitive, but god he needed to be filled up.
Anthony pressed a kiss to Frank’s forehead. “You ready, baby?”
“Fuck, yes,” Frank groaned.
“Do you want to use a condom?” Anthony asked. The answer was always no, but he inquired nonetheless.
Frank shook his head, predictably. “You know I like to feel you.”
Anthony lit up again with pride. “I love that, baby. Love to make you feel good and full.”
Frank flushed. “No one else,” he admitted. Anthony was the only one he’d ever felt comfortable letting fuck him raw. The idea would have terrified a younger version of himself, when he was railing lines of whatever the fuck someone handed him and putting his dick in anything. But he trusted that Anthony wasn’t getting intimate with anyone he didn’t know.
“I’m gonna fill you up so good, get you pregnant, baby,” Anthony groaned, working his fingers deeper into Frank’s opening. “Get those tits full of milk and suck on ‘em.”
Anthony heard Gerard gasp and raised an eyebrow at Frank, who smirked. Yeah, he’d almost forgotten about the time Gerard had confessed he wished he could be pregnant.
“Oh, he likes that huh?” Anthony grinned. He was definitely going to use that to his advantage. “Gonna put a baby in you, sweet thing. Gonna take care of you. Me, J, and Mer all will.”
Frank flushed, thinking about his and Anthony’s wives also getting involved in this fucked up sister wife situation he was now imagining. Fuck, could that actually work?
“You like that idea, huh? All of us taking care of our sweet boy.” Anthony’s chest swelled with affection. This was definitely not where he’d been planning the night would go, but fuck if he didn’t mind.
“Yes, need you to take care of me,” Frank whined, eyes hazy with desire. “Tony, please fuck me, get me pregnant.”
“Anything for you, my love.” Anthony leaned down and caught Frank’s lips in a gentle kiss.
There it was again and Frank’s heart felt like it would swell so much it would burst out of his chest. He groaned into the kiss and pushed up against Anthony, needing every inch of their skin to be touching.
Gerard groaned from the corner, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth to gnaw on it. He felt like he was going to start drawing blood soon, but he didn’t have any other way to stop himself from opening his mouth.
“You can talk, Gerard.” Anthony took some pity on him. He was doing so good after all, and he wouldn't be able to do anything with his arms bound to the chair. The least Anthony could do was allow him to babble desperately. Besides, then they could tease him even more.
“Fuck, Frankie, you look so good, missed seeing this,” Gerard groaned desperately, tugging on the handcuffs binding him to the chair. His bare ass was sweating against the cheap vinyl of the chair, making it slippery, but the restraint still restricted him from any of the contact he wanted.
“You’re the one who gave this up, Gerard,” Anthony reminded him. “How stupid you were to do that.”
“Yeah,” Gerard agreed. “I was so fucking stupid.”
“You missed your chance, but I’m glad you let him go. He’s mine now.” Anthony cupped Frank’s chin and smiled at him as he said it. Frank’s eyes fluttered shut as he nuzzled into Anthony’s warm palm.
“Fuck him now, Anthony, come on,” Gerard begged, the command coming out a lot more submissive that he’d hoped, but he couldn’t help saying it, not when he was bound to the desk chair and those two sexy men were about to fuck on the bed in front of him.
Anthony threw a glare over his shoulder. “I will fuck him when I’m damn well ready.”
“I agree, Tony, you should fuck me now.” Frank’s lips were puffy from the kisses and Anthony got a flash of memory from their younger years, what Frank must have looked like all those years ago under Gerard.
Anthony’s possessiveness flared again. “You’re mine, sweet thing, tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re never going back to him.”
“Yours, Tony, I promise,” Frank groaned, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “I have everyone I need, there’s never going to be anyone else.”
That was all it took for Anthony to pull his wet fingers out of Frank, wipe them on the sheets next to him, and wrap his arm under one of Frank’s legs to hold him open even further.
Both men groaned as Anthony pushed himself into Frank’s eager hole. Frank’s eyes fluttered shut as he adjusted to the feeling of being full again. They had only been back together for a few weeks after months away from each other, sustaining themselves on dirty texts and FaceTime only. Frank had fingered himself in his bunk so many times, but could never get the right angle for himself.
“Fuck,” Anthony groaned as the stimulation on his cock threatened to overwhelm him. He’d been so focused on the other two men that he hadn’t even touched himself. “You feel like heaven, baby.”
Frank whined, hips bucking involuntarily at Anthony’s words. As much as he loved when Anthony made him hurt, he loved the praise, too. Actually, he loved anything as long as Anthony was doing it. Fuck, he loved this man so much, he needed to fucking say it.
“Anthony, I–” Frank’s eyes flicked over to Gerard. “I–”
Anthony understood, his eyes softening even further. “I know, baby, me too.”
That was another thing Frank loved about Anthony. They didn’t even have to exchange words anymore, they just knew. Frank could play a new song idea for him and Anthony always found the correct words for what he was trying to express.
Frank went silent and relaxed against the pillows. There was nothing else that needed to be said. His head rolled back, exposing his neck and Anthony took this as a sign, peppering kisses along his throat. He could feel the vibration of Frank’s moans against his lips.
Anthony thrust into Frank with slow rolls, the exhaustion from the show and from taking care of his friend and teasing Gerard all catching up to him.
Frank noticed this and shifted so he could shuffle out from under Anthony. “Let me ride you.”
Anthony grimaced. “You’re still hurt.”
“I’m fine now,” Frank assured him, his shoulder still pleasantly numb. “Besides, Gee will love it.”
Anthony relented, knowing Frank was right— it would get Gerard even more worked up, plus he was really exhausted.
Frank pushed Anthony back onto the pillows and moved to straddle his thighs this time. His robe was totally open in the front and hanging off one shoulder, giving Anthony access to his once again hard cock. Frank felt a surge of bravery as he slipped his arms out of the robe and let it pool around him. He didn’t usually love how he felt this angle made him look, his soft hips and belly a stark contrast to the skinny, toned man underneath him.
There was a sharp intake of breath from behind him and he knew Gerard was taking in the sight of all his back tattoos. There were a bunch that Gerard had never seen before.
Frank threw the robe onto the floor and positioned himself on his knees above Anthony’s cock.
“Beautiful.” Anthony grinned up at him, gripping Frank’s hips and massaging the skin there.
Frank didn’t bother denying it because he knew it was futile. Anthony saw him through rose colored glasses and he would never be convinced that Frank was not gorgeous or beautiful or stunning.
Instead, Frank lowered himself again onto Anthony’s cock and sighed as he allowed himself to rest his weight on Anthony’s lap.
He leaned back with his hands pressed into the bed, stretching his shoulder, but also elongating his neck so Gerard could get a glimpse of the blossoming bruises Anthony had sucked into his skin. Bruises like Gerard used to leave.
“I’m running out of words to describe how perfect you are,” Anthony breathed, grazing his fingertips over Frank’s cock, coaxing it back to its full hardness.
“Anthony Green is out of words? Something I never thought I’d hear.” Frank smirked, rolling his shoulders and letting his hands come to rest on Anthony’s tight abdomen.
Anthony ran a hand through his own hair, teeth biting into his lower lip. “I’m not gonna last long, baby.”
Frank wiggled his hips around to find the angle that hit his prostate just right and moaned when he found it. He set a pace that was slow enough to keep him from coming prematurely, but fast enough that it was making Anthony lose his breath.
Frank laced their tattooed fingers together, bringing Anthony’s hands up to rest on the swell of his chest, more as an anchor than anything.
“I’m gonna—“ Anthony’s eyes started to roll back in his head and Frank braced himself.
A moment later, Anthony’s face twisted and he came with a small cry not unlike something Frank had heard on stage so many times. Frank rocked his hips and reveled in the warmth spreading through his lower body as Anthony’s cum coated his insides.
Through his post orgasm haze, Anthony flipped Frank on his back again, groaning as he pulled out his softening cock to allow his cum to drip out of Frank’s hole. Anthony was tempted to lap it up like a dog, but his cock suddenly looked so delicious.
They had a couple days off between shows so Anthony had no reservations about shoving Frank’s entire cock in his mouth, burying his nose in the swell of Frank’s belly, the top of the shorter man’s cock threatening to trigger Anthony’s gag reflex.
Frank barely had time to register what had happened when he was coming with a choked shout.
Anthony pulled off Frank’s cock and let the cum drip from his mouth, mixing with his own cum leaking from Frank’s opening. If Anthony hadn’t just finished, the sight would have been erotic enough for him to come again.
Gerard whined at the sight. He needed to be fucked or sucked or something so badly tears were streaming down his face. He was way too overstimulated for someone who had barely had his cock touched that evening.
Anthony took a moment to catch his breath. He looked down at Frank, who looked absolutely fucked out and blissful. God, this man is a fucking treasure, Anthony thought. Gerard needs to fuck off immediately.
Anthony untangled himself from the flat sheet that he’d just noticed they were twisted up in and stood in front of Gerard again. The older man’s eyes were pleading and his breath hitched, expecting to feel Anthony’s hands on his cock or around his throat or something.
“Please,” Gerard begged, the cock ring riding on the edge of painful.
Anthony bent down and pressed the quick release on the handcuffs. Gerard’s hands threatened to fly to his cock, but he held himself back, still under Anthony’s dominating spell.
“Go home,” Anthony demanded.
“What?” Gerard was bewildered.
“We’re done with you, go home.” Anthony repeated.
“But—“ Gerard looked down at his cock, engorged and angry red.
“Go home to your wife– she can get you off. You know, the one you left Frankie for?” There was a bite to Anthony’s tone, the nickname slipping from his lips with a sinister growl.
“Anthony,” Frank warned. He was getting dangerously close to being mean again.
Anthony ignored Frank, turning toward the bathroom. “You’re not allowed to come until you're home. Send us proof.”
Gerard’s face turned white. His wife would certainly be wondering what kept him out so long and why he was coming home with a raging hard on.
“Well?” Anthony raised an eyebrow, returning with a wet washcloth. “You’ve got, what, a forty minute drive back home? Get a move on.”
Gerard snapped out of his reverie, yanked his pants back up over his painful cock and waved goodbye to Frank who was still riding the wave of post fuck euphoria.
“See ya, Gee.” Frank waved sweetly as Gerard scrambled out the door.
As soon as the door clicked behind him, Anthony and Frank both went to speak at the same time.
“I—“ Frank started.
“We—“ Anthony said.
They both smiled and Frank offered to Anthony, “you first.”
Anthony blushed for the first time that night, suddenly feeling exposed now that all the boners were deflated and was real life again.
“Frank, we’ve always been good friends and I know we haven’t been sleeping with each other for that long, but I guess— I think I’ve had… feelings for a lot longer than I realized and fuck— I don’t even know what I’m trying to say, I just don’t ever want to stop doing this and I think I’m love with you.” The run-on sentence left Anthony’s mouth before he could even think about it. His eyelids snapped shut, and he cringed, suddenly terrified of Frank’s reaction, even though he couldn’t deny what he had seen on his friend’s face.
They weren’t fucking, hadn’t been in a while. They were making love and they both knew it. Anthony hadn’t experienced anything close to this since Brendan and assumed Frank hadn’t since, well, probably since Gerard.
Frank’s only response was, “come here, you big dork.”
Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed into Frank’s arms.
“I love you, too.” Frank didn't know how this was going to work, had only ever considered it with Gerard, who’d gotten too freaked out when the subject was broached and married the first woman who looked at him.
Anthony breathed in Frank’s scent, the clean aroma of shampoo and Tiger Balm and cum. He never wanted to be away from Frank, wanted to curl up next to him with their wives on either side surrounded by a gaggle of dogs.
“I don’t know how this works, but we’re gonna have to get a bigger bed.” Frank chuckled, running his rough fingers through Anthony’s hair.
“Can I call you my boyfriend?” Anthony asked, innocently.
“We’ll have to talk with Jamia— and Mer too.” Frank reasoned. He saw Anthony’s face fall and added, “but I’d like that.”
Anthony grinned, burying his face in the crook of Frank’s neck and breathing deeply.
“Clean me up before this turns into a sticky mess.” Frank demanded, exhaustion starting to rough up his voice.
“You wanna shower again?” Anthony asked.
Frank shook his head. “In the morning.”
Anthony cleaned up as much of their cum as he could with the washcloth and the two men dozed for a while.
An hour later, Anthony’s phone buzzed with a text. Frank was out by then, mewling softly in his sleep.
Anthony reached over for his phone on the nightstand, wondering who was texting him this late. Surely the other guys were fast asleep as well.
He saw Gerard’s name with a video attached. He’d already forgotten he’d demanded proof. A grin spread across his face as he turned the volume down and opened it.
On screen, Gerard had his hand wrapped around his cock and he was frantically jerking himself off over the toilet.
“I was good, sir, but she’s so mad at me.” Gerard’s breathy voice came through as just a whisper. “I won’t come until you tell me to. Please, sir, let me come.”
Anthony thought about ignoring the message, but Gerard had been so good up until then. He typed out go ahead and come for me, slut before throwing his phone face down back on the nightstand.
He swore he could hear Gerard’s yelp all the way across the city as he finally came.