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Ray was pissed off, and yet again, there was no one to blame but Frank Iero. Frank who for some reason always had an itch to be the loudest, most obnoxious person in the room. Frank who couldn’t help but be in someone else’s personal space. Frank who Ray couldn’t stop thinking about when he laid in his bunk at night.
It wasn’t Ray’s fault, Frank’s whole thing for Projekt Revolution was a hybrid of sexy rocker and mysterious emo twink, and he was literally humping and licking Gerard every show. Ray understood that it was mostly fan-service. Sure, the guys have had moments between them, drunk kisses and quick handjobs, but the majority of it was on the stage and between Frank and Gerard. It was intentionally provocative, something to get people talking, so Ray doesn’t think it’s his fault for being provoked.
Maybe it was jealousy. Frank and Gerard had their thing on stage, but it’s not like it completely stopped offstage either. They were closer and touchier with each other than with other people. Ray wasn’t about to come out and say that he wishes he had that, though, that would cause too many unnecessary problems.
What was a problem, however, was how worked up Frank got him, in every sense of the phrase. It wasn’t a mild annoyance every so often, it was a kind of anger that made his fists and jaw clench and his eye twitch every time Frank opened his mouth to crack another stupid joke or messed around with Ray’s guitar or mic on stage. But that was coupled with the feeling he got in his stomach every time Frank would moan “S-I-N-I-S-I-N” in House of Wolves. Thank God his guitar was where it was when he played, it gave him enough coverage for him to calm down his semi.
The whole thing had his head spinning. He didn’t know if he wanted to beat the guy up or kiss him. He knew he probably shouldn’t do either, but when it was just him in his head with no one else on the bus, he was allowed to fantasise about both.
But right now, thinking about it wasn’t doing much, so Ray decided to just walk it off. He didn’t know where Mikey and Gerard were, probably just on someone else’s bus, so he got out of his bunk and went to go find them to distract himself.
As soon as he stepped off the bus, he was hit with the unmistakable smell of cigarette smoke. He turned his head to see Frank – of course it was Frank – leaning against the bus as he smoked.
“Jesus fucking Christ, man,” Ray said, slightly startled by his presence.
“What’s got you so worked up?” Frank asked, a smile forming. “Got someone in there you shouldn’t?”
“Shut up,” Ray said. Maybe he was being over the top, but he almost couldn’t believe how quickly his mood could turn sour when talking to Frank.
“Hey, I’m joking, relax,” Frank said, taking another drag and blowing out the smoke in Ray’s direction. “If you do have someone in there, it’s none of my business.”
“There’s no one in there,” Ray said sharply. Frank only smiled again.
“I’m sure,” he said, dropping his cigarette and stamping it out, then walking to open the bus door. Ray followed behind him.
Frank looked around the bus before his eyes met Ray’s again. “Alright, I guess you weren’t lying,” Frank said, a cheeky smile on his face.
“Yeah, I fucking told you,” Ray said, his frustration very poorly covered.
“Fuck, man, lighten up!” Frank said, laughing slightly. “You’re so miserable these days, just smile every once in a while.”
That cracked Ray. The absolute nerve of Frank of all people to tell him to “lighten up” was astounding. Suddenly weeks of pent up anger was culminating and spilling out all at once.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ray asked, raising his voice. “You’ve spent every day trying to irritate people for a laugh. You just poke and push until you get a reaction. I’m fucking tired of it, Frank.” Frank stood still, watching Ray as he continued yelling and stepped closer to him. “And I just have to watch as you’re all over Gee every night, and I have to pretend I’m not frustrated out of my mind every interview and laugh at your stupid fucking jokes and games, but I’m telling you now, man, you’re not funny, you’re just fucking annoying. Do you do it because you’re unhappy? Frustrated? Honestly, I don’t care why. You’re aggravating. I can’t focus because I’m just so pent up all the time, whether you’re fucking grinding on the stage or just trying to do something to make me mad, but sure, I just need to lighten up.”
Frank kept quiet. The room felt too still after Ray was finished yelling. “What, you got nothing to say? That’s a first-” he said, but was cut off by Frank grabbing his face and kissing him. When they separated after a few seconds, Frank looked up at Ray, a slight fear that he may have misjudged the situation in his eyes. Ray looked back, trying to read him. Weeks of anger and sexual frustration forced its way to the front of his mind. Fuck it, he thought, and he kissed Frank, harder this time and slamming Frank’s back against the wall. It was wrong, Ray knew it was wrong to kiss his bandmate like this, but the way Frank’s hand touched Ray’s waist under his shirt made Ray’s head spin. Frank moaned into Ray’s mouth when his head hit the wall, and Ray took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into Frank’s mouth. He tasted like the cigarette he had just smoked.
“I’m sorry,” Frank said into the kiss, gasping as Ray’s hands groped his body.
“Shut up,” Ray replied, gripping Frank’s thigh. He bit Frank’s lip to pull out another groan before pulling back slightly to rest his forehead against the other man’s. “Frank,” he panted. “Tell me now if you don’t want to go further.”
“I do, I want to,” Frank said quickly.
“Are you sure? I won’t be holding back.”
“I don’t want you to hold back.”
That was all Ray needed to keep going. He bit Frank’s lip harder this time, and put a hand on the back of Frank’s neck to kiss him deeper while his other hand unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.
“On your knees,” Ray told him, and Frank sank down in the space between Ray and the wall. His mouth hung open slightly as Ray pulled his jeans and underwear down, revealing his hard length. Frank made a small noise when it sprung out. He’d seen Ray naked before, but his dick seemed a lot bigger up close. He felt his mouth water and immediately lifted a hand to hold it before Ray grabbed his hair and pulled him back hard, making Frank wince.
“You don’t touch anything unless I tell you to, got it?” Ray asked. Frank nodded and his own cock throbbed in his tight jeans as he held his wrist behind his back, keeping his arms out of the way. “Answer me.”
“Yeah, I got it,” Frank answered, still straining against the grip that Ray had in his hair.
“Open your mouth,” Ray ordered, and Frank’s jaw widened and he stuck his tongue out slightly. Ray tapped the tip of his cock against Frank’s tongue, amused as the way Frank seemed to instinctively try to take him in further despite being held back by Ray’s hand. Ray didn’t give a warning before pushing into Frank’s mouth and fuck, it was better than all the times he’d imagined it while only using his hand. His mouth was warm and wet and Frank tightened around him so deliciously. Frank expertly took him in, relaxing his throat and letting it be used.
“Fuck, Frankie,” Ray moaned as he slid his cock in and out of Frank’s mouth that was rapidly filling with saliva and making everything sloppier. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Getting me wound up enough to fuck your throat like this. Fucking slut.” Frank moaned around Ray’s cock at the words and shifted on the floor, his cock raging against his jeans. Ray smirked. “Christ, you’re ridiculous. Of course being treated like shit is what gets you off. That’s why you act like such a little shit all the time, you’re desperate for it.” He used his hand in Frank’s hair to move his head over his cock as he kept thrusting and hitting the back of Frank’s throat.
Just as Frank was starting to get lost in the pain in his throat and the back of his head, Ray pulled out and stepped back, letting go of the grip on Frank’s hair. Frank whined and leaned forwards, hoping to get Ray’s cock back in him, only for Ray to slap his cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt him too much, but hard enough to sting in a way that almost made Frank come in his pants. It wasn’t hard to guess that he liked getting hurt, but the moan that Frank let out confirmed it for Ray.
“Fucking freak,” Ray spat out, and Frank shuddered and closed his eyes.
“Please,” Frank said quietly. “Please, just-”
“Just what?”
“I need to come, fuck, please, Ray,” Frank said. His whole body was tense, as if he was focusing all his energy on not coming in his pants.
“If you come now, I’m still gonna fuck you,” Ray warned, and Frank nodded rapidly.
“Yes, just please, Ray, I’m really fucking close,” Frank whined. He lifted his head to look Ray in the eye with his own eyes wide and begging. “I’ll behave, I promise.”
Ray looked down at Frank. The spit around his chin and the desperate tears beginning to form in his eyes and the way he was about to come just from his mouth being used made him look pathetic.
“Get up,” Ray told him, pulling him up by his arm. Frank got to his feet and Ray’s lips were on his with a hand slipping down to Frank’s crotch.
“You wanna come so bad? Go on, Frankie,” Ray said, rubbing and squeezing the front of Frank’s jeans. Frank whimpered into the kiss and rutted into Ray’s hand. It wasn’t until Ray’s free hand moved to Frank’s neck and started squeezing that Frank came in his underwear with a breathy moan. Ray didn’t stop until Frank was whimpering softly in his arms and burying his head in Ray’s neck.
Frank’s legs felt weak, but he was quickly made to walk again when Ray pushed him towards the bunks. The bunks weren’t huge, each of them having a small double bed to themselves, and the ceilings weren’t very high, just about high enough for a person to sit up in with a couple of inches of headroom. “On the bed,” Ray told him, shoving him onto his bed face down. He pulled Frank’s shoes, shirt, jeans and dirtied underwear off, then reached into the draw below his bed and pulled out a bottle of lube. He took off his own clothes and kneeled between Frank’s legs. He slapped Frank’s inner thigh lightly to get him to spread his legs wider. Frank groaned when Ray put a hand on each of his ass cheeks and spread them roughly.
Frank ground his hips into the sheets slightly. “Stay still,” Ray told him, and Frank tried his best to not move when he felt the cold lube be dropped onto his hole. He groaned into the sheets when Ray pushed a finger in roughly, keeping his promise of not holding back. Ray started pumping the finger in and out, curling it to stimulate and stretch Frank out before pulling out.
Frank groaned louder when Ray pushed two fingers into him, scissoring them and holding Frank down by his lower back with his other hand. Frank felt his cock starting to swell again and he hummed out a moan Ray slipped a third finger in. The stretch of three fingers pumping and stretching caused Frank to squirm, making Ray pull out his fingers and slap one of Frank’s ass cheeks.
“What did I tell you?” Ray asked roughly.
“I’m sorry, just felt really good,” Frank said into the sheets. Ray spanked him again, harder, making Frank almost sob out a whine.
“Answer the question, what did I tell you?”
“You told me to stay still, I’m sorry, please, just fuck me, I can take it,” Frank begged. They both knew that Ray hadn’t stretched him enough to take Ray’s girth without it hurting, but they were both also incredibly impatient in the moment. Ray took more lube and slicked up his cock before repositioning himself and pressing his tip against Frank’s hole. There was some resistance as he pushed in, making both of them groan out as Ray pushed past it and buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Ray grunted, pulling out halfway and slamming back in. “So fucking tight.” He immediately set up a rough rhythm, fucking into Frank hard and fast. Frank moaned and writhed beneath Ray as his cock repeatedly rammed into his prostate.
“Fuck, Ray, so fucking good, oh my god,” he was saying, until Ray pushed his head further into the bed roughly, muffling him.
“Shut the fuck up,” Ray said harshly. He wondered for a moment if he was being too harsh but his worries were quelled when his roughness was met with the most pathetic moans from Frank and his hole somehow getting tighter around Ray’s cock.
Ray was playing up how angry he was, he was leaning heavily into this role, but how could he not when it got this reaction from Frank? He was using it as a way to take out his frustration, and he was sure the sick masochist in Frank was using it as some kind of self-flagellation. They were both giving each other what they’ve wanted for weeks, using each other and letting themselves be used as an outlet for the other’s dissatisfaction.
“Fuck, Frankie, look at you. All it took was some dick in you to make you fucking listen for once. Such a fucking slut.” Frank moaned again at Ray’s words and nodded shakily below Ray’s hand.
“Yeah, yes I am,” he whimpered. He felt himself getting close to the edge again as his cock rubbed against Ray’s sheets. “N-Need, I need,” he stuttered, “Ray, I’m gonna c-come, fuck.”
“You don’t come until I say you can,” was all Ray told him. Frank whined and gasped for a while longer, but Ray’s harsh words above him were going straight to his cock. It took Ray spanking his ass again to push Frank over the edge and he spilled into the sheets with a shaky moan, his legs trembling.
Ray slowed his thrusts to a halt, stilling as deep inside Frank as he could before pulling out, flipping Frank over, and plunging back in and continuing his hard and rapid pace. “You doing this on purpose?” he asked, watching the way Frank reacted to the change in angle, gasping and whining from the overstimulation. Ray slapped him across the face again and Frank moaned. “Answer me.”
“‘m sorry,” Frank said. His speech was slightly slurred as he moaned and wrapped his legs around Ray. “Just felt too good, so fucking good, I’ll be good, I’m sorry.” Tears started streaming down Frank’s face as he reached up to touch Ray, but Ray grabbed his wrists and put them up on the pillow together.
“Keep them there,” he said, then removed his hand and put it back on Frank’s body, looking into Frank’s eyes. Frank’s pupils were wide as he looked back at Ray. Tears were still falling and his parted lips and flushed face gave him a completely fucked out look. Ray could tell he was starting to tip into subspace as his eyes started glossing over. He was gorgeous, and Ray couldn’t stop himself leaning down to kiss him again. They moaned into each other’s mouths as Ray kept up his thrusts and Frank’s sensitive cock brushed against Ray’s happy trail. Frank whined when he pulled away from his lips and Ray used a hand to wipe Frank’s face.
“Keep being good like this and I’ll let you come again, okay?” Ray asked, and Frank nodded, keeping his arms above his head. Ray felt himself getting closer, and gritted his teeth, trying to focus on not coming and making this last longer. He put a hand on Frank’s neck and Frank lifted his chin for better access. Frank gasped and whined when Ray’s large hand wrapped around his throat and started squeezing.
He looked down to see that Frank’s cock was hard and leaking and red at the tip. He noticed Frank’s whispers of “Please, please, please”, barely audible as he held Frank’s neck tighter.
“After me, Frankie, then you can come,” Ray panted, and Frank whimpered softly in response. Before long, Ray couldn’t hold back any longer, and his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave crashing over his body as he groaned deep in his throat. He let go of Frank’s neck and continued thrusting, prolonging his orgasm as much as he could.
Once Ray had come down from his climax, he saw that Frank hadn't come yet. In the state he was in, it was clear that it wasn't enough that he had felt Ray coming in him, he needed Ray’s instruction. He was still silently begging, breathing fast and hard, clearly using all his effort to not come before Ray had told him to.
“You can come now, Frankie, it’s okay. Let go for me,” Ray said, gently pushing the head of his cock against Frank’s prostate, and Frank came untouched over the pair of them with the reaction time of a soldier. His eyes rolled back as he sobbed out a moan and his entire body shook. Ray held him tight as he gasped and sniffled through his orgasm.
“Thank you, thank you, ‘m sorry,” Frank kept repeating as he caught his breath.
“Shhh, it’s okay, I’ve got you, just breathe,” Ray told him, wiping Frank’s face. It was a while before Frank was fully back in his own mind, and Ray held him and stroked his hair to help to ground him again.
“Ray,” Frank said after a while. “Fuck.” Ray hadn’t pulled out yet and they were both getting uncomfortable. Ray pulled his cock out and they both groaned. Frank felt Ray’s come leaking out of him.
“You okay?” Ray asked softly, laying next to Frank.
“Yeah,” Frank responded. “I’m sorry.” He looked at Ray with a sincerity that made Ray feel a pang in his chest.
“You’re not the one who should be apologising. I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier, I went too far.”
“No, you were right, I needed to hear it. I’ve been acting out. I keep trying to get people angry at me, keep getting into fights and shit. I don’t know, maybe I’m homesick or maybe just overworked and I need a break.” He turned to look at Ray. “This… This was good, though. Really good. I’m not hearing the voice telling me to be obnoxious anymore.”
Ray paused for a moment. “You’re not obnoxious.”
Frank scoffed. “You don’t need to lie, I know I am. I definitely have been. But I don’t know,” he said, smiling softly. “I think you set me straight, Toro. Thank you.”
Ray took Frank’s face in his hands and kissed him softly. Frank smiled into the kiss. “I think we should get up and clean up before anyone comes back,” Ray said against Frank’s lips. Frank groaned.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to get up, you fucked me real good.”
Ray smiled and stood up, holding his hand out for Frank to take. “Come on.”