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“Hey, hey, shh, Frankie please, they’ll hear.”
Frank whined as best as he could into the gag, which just so happened to be a wad of Gerard’s bedsheet, which had been haphazardly shoved into his mouth when he was getting too loud.
Everything was fuzzy and the lack of room to move meant that he couldn’t cling onto the blonde like wanted to.
If his mind were a little clearer, Frank would probably feel bad about the angle that Gerard was bent over at in order to see him as bunks on a tour bus aren’t exactly made for what fucking in.
Gerard had one hand on the inside of Frank’s thigh, keeping him spread open over his cock, his hips rocking in small movements so that they didn’t make too much noise.
With every drag of Gerard’s dick over his g-spot, Frank was finding it increasingly difficult to keep quiet. The fabric in his mouth could only do so much, and Ray was just outside the tour bus…
“Hhn, fuck, Frankie, ah- m’close, you- uhn-” Gerard moaned a little helplessly into the other’s ear.
Frank shifted his hips to wrap his legs around Gerard’s waist, the new angle making him cry out.
Now, usually, he would have ended up with a palm over his mouth for that sort of whorish noise, but Gerard’s eyes were locked in something else. And it was making him thrust faster.
Frank reached out with one hand to do something, he didn’t know what, but it was interrupted by another reaching out, guiding it to press on his abdomen. For a moment, frank was slightly confused, a half-formed thought beginning to break out of the haze of his head…but then he felt it.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Underneath the palm of his hand, was what Gerard had been staring at. It was his own cock, so fucking big that it was visible and Frank could feel it both inside and out and oh God-
Gerard knew when the guitarist had realised.
Mostly because Frank’s eyes had rolled back in his head, drool leaking out from the corners of his mouth where it wasn’t being soaked up by the gag, and the absolutely beautiful noise that he let out.
“Oh, shit, you like that? H-huh? You- ahn, so fuckin’ close, Frankiieee…”
Gerard felt himself grin, but it didn’t last long, because Frank’s convulsing walls made everything so damn tight, and it was quickly wiped off of his face by his own orgasm.
Frank’s back arched as he felt Gerard cum inside of him, filling him to the fucking brim with warmth, and he there he was cumming again just from that.
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.
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Frank came back to himself when he felt a warm washcloth being dragged ever so gently along the inside of his thighs. Where had that come from?
With bleary eyes he looked up from where he was lying on Gerard’s bunk, having not moved since his second orgasm, to see the man in question smiling at him softly, the washcloth in his hands.
Ah.
“Sap.” He murmured quietly, rolling over and falling into a content sleep.