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After the show ended, Gerard barely waited for the monitors to cut before he was already stepping offstage. Literally noise collapsing into noise.
Gerard came offstage laughing breathlessly, arm slung around Ray's shoulder as a tech peeled his mic pack off. He was sweating down his neck, soaking into the collar of his shirt.
Frank followed a few steps behind with his guitar already aside, shoulders finally loose. The night had been exactly what he expected it to be, after all.
Backstage was a mess of movement, there were cases rolling, and worse, people shouting inside and outside. The crowd couldn't even be silent, even if they were offstage now.
“I’m telling ya,” Gerard said, organizing his things with Mikey's help, “when this tour ends, my body is just gonna– fuck, collapse! Like...it’s held together purely by spite at this point. My knee is done for tonight. Every damn time I kneeled, it made a sound it– definetly shouldn’t make.”
Ray snorted, just beside him. “Alright?" He backed off and leaned back against the counter. "That's called aging.”
"Don't say that outloud!" Gerard laughed.
Mikey joined the laughter easily. “C'mon, you survived.”
“Barely.”
"Hey," Frank called Gerard out from behind him, and he almost broke his neck from how fast he turned his head. Frank had a bottle of water in his and twisted the cap off. “You want one?”
“I’m good.” Gerard shook his head, dismissing him.
“You sure?”
“I said I’m good.”
The smaller man raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and took a long drink. It was going to be a long night.
In the car, streetlights slid past the windows, long streaks of yellow and white, back to the hotel. Frank and Gerard were sharing a room tonight, they got their keys, walking down the hotel hallway carpet.
The hotel room door clicked shut behind them, the sound of the latch catching and cutting off the hallway noise. It all looked the same: two beds, beige walls, a chair, a bathroom, a few other rooms, a faint hotel smell, blah, blah, blah...but, somehow, it all felt heavier tonight.
Frank dropped his keys on the dresser.
“God,” he rumble, stretching his shoulders, “my back is killing me." Slowly, he tossed his bag on the first bed, presumibly his. “I’m showering first, I'm gross."
“Yeah, go for it, go ahead” Gerard said, waving a hand dismessively while kicking off his shoes. “I'm sweaty as fuck but I still need a minute to convince my knees they still work. Gotta kneel a lot next shows."
Frank chuckled, shaking his head. "Skill issue, man."
Gerard sat on the edge of the (Frank's) bed as his bandmate went showering, the bathroom's door going shut. He placed his bag on the bed next to Frank's and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. He rubbed his hands together absentmindedly, like he was still warming up, even though the show had ended. He bounced his heel and stared at the wall.
His mind was a fucking hurricane.
He should be fine. No, no, he is fine. He’s a grown man, and they are friends. He’s past this. He’s past that. But, the pit in his stomach can't help but twist again and his hands itch either to push Frank away or to...touch him. Maybe drag his fingers over his hair softly, carressing and petting his head. Maybe stroking his cheek. Maybe yanking on his hair, making him whine. Slap his face, or shoving his fingers deep into his mouth so he could never use that filthy mouth of his to kiss any other man ever again. It's endless possibilities.
It took almost 20 minutes till the water stopped and Frank came back out, towel around his hip and hair damp, Gerard eyed him up and down, smirking.
“I thought you drowned,” he said casually with a light voice. “Took you forever in there.”
Frank walked around the bed and reached for his bag, grabbing on his clothes to get dressed. "Oh yeah?" he said, half-laughing.
“Yeah,” Gerard answered “I just figured if you took any longer, I’d have to come in and drag you out myself. And that would’ve been scandalous.”
Frank giggled and grinned nervously. “You would have done that, huh?”
“Uh-huh, maybe,” Gerard said, standing uo from the bed and walking over to the bathroom door. “Depends if I was in the mood for it, too.”
The bathroom door shut the noise of Frank's laugh and he locked the door. The shower started, water pounding hard against tile. Gerard leaned forward, palms braced against the wall, letting the water hit the back of his neck.
He could feel the effect Frank had on him, rising in ways that made him gulp. He dragged a hand down his face, breathing out slowly.
By the time he shut it off, he’d already decided what to do.
He stepped out with a towel around his hips, Frank was sitting on the bed, fully-dressed now, scrolling on his phone. Frank tilted his head up, but before he could open his mouth to say something, Gerard made an impression of shivering because of the coldness caused by the AC, making Frank chuckle.
“This room is freezing,” Gerard comments, crossing his arms. “Every hotel's like this, God, isn't Brazil supposed to be hot and shit? Anywhere we go?”
“Turn the thermostat.” Frank murmured, smile on his face, but he didn't wait for Gerard, already reaching for the thermostat, making him snort.
“Uhhh, alright, thanks. Tomorrow's schedule," he cleared his throat, opening his bag and getting dressed, “eight-thirty lobby call, then a three-hour drive to the airport...right?”
He grabbed his underwear first, fumbling slightly as his fingers brushed the waistband, then put on his shirt and pants.
“More than three, way more." Frank murmurs, moving away from the thermostat and Gerard laughed for a few seconds before going quiet. "I'm surprised you don't want the room to be cold, you seemed real worn out and sweaty after tonight's show."
“Yeah, yeah. Tonight was great." Gerard chuckles nervously. "What was that, anyway?" He said in a half-joke tone, like an inside joke being told between friends.
Frank paused, slow enough to be obvious but not dramatic. “Hm?" Gerard just made a humming sound, tilting his head from side to side, hoping Frank would catch up. He didn't. "Hey, you’re gonna have to be more specific."
“Kissing Charlie out of the blue,” Gerard said, shrugging with a light tone, almost amused. “I mean, just surprised me, I guess. It wasn't on the script. It felt very…intentional?”
Frank stopoed mid-movement, but turned his head away. “Everything onstage is intentional.” Frank shrugged as well.
“Exactly,” he said, smiling faintly. “That’s why it stood out.”
Frank raised an eyebrow, of course. It made look like Gerard is talking nonsense, one of the few times he actually gives him a bad impression.
Gerard staring at the ceiling, annoyed at himself for how much it still bothered him. "It's nothing, really. Just, uh, haven’t seen you pull that move in a while. I mean you don’t usually do that anymore.”
The guitarist shrugged. “Felt like it.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Mm...” Frank let the words sink after a beat. “Just thought the crowd liked it. Crowd stunt, that's it, we get a...reaction. People like it.”
“They always do." Gerard shrugged.
“Yeah. They eat that stuff up.” Frank glanced at him. “You think I should stop with that shit? Since when are you the authority on what things feel like, anyway?”
“No, no, not what I said,” Gerard answered too quickly. “Just observing."
“Observing what?” Frank questioned as quick as Gerard's answer.
“You'll never see the end of this for a while.” Gerard tilted his head, taking a glance up and down at Frank. "Well...also doesn’t mean we have to feed it to them, like, forever.” Gerard murmured with a restrained voice.
Oh, Gerard was definetly not subtle.
“...Well, yeah. I’m not surprised." Frank frowned slightly. He sat on the bed, gazing confused at Gerard. “You got a point or...?"
Gerard tossed himself over the bed and rolled onto his side, propped his head on his hand, and looked up at Frank.
“Just caught me off guard,” Gerard murmured, almost like an afterthought. “You don’t usually aim it that close to home.”
Frank stilled and then, hesitant. “I don't know what the hell you're talking about.”
“Uuuugh,” Gerard grumbled, like an annoyed kid, but...seriously, can't he just fucking say it to Frank's face? What's gotten into him? “Just felt deliberate.”
“Ohh...well, yeah. Most things onstage are,” Frank rolled his eyes, before glaring at Gerard. "Unless you’re reading into it.”
“Oh, I am, am I?” Gerard rolled his eyes as well. "You should know that's not what I mean. Ya know, nowadays everything gets...dissected.”
Frank shrugged. “Huh, let them dissect.”
“Easier for you to say...” Gerard murmured, a little sharper than before, “You’re telling me you didn’t pick that moment on purpose?”
“I picked a moment that’d get a reaction.” Frank scoffed, shaking his head.
“And?”
“And that’s it. Are you projecting something?"
“Come on,” Gerard pushed it a little sharper now. “You know you didn’t need to do that.”
“Didn’t need to, no. But I wanted to. Do you have a problem with it?" Frank paused before, looking away with his jaw tightening briefly before he smoothed it out. “I’m– okay not policing every move I make.”
Gerard scoffed loudly this time. “Hah, that’s rich.”
Frank frowned, turning his head down to look at Gerard. “Alright, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ve been policing yourself for yeaaaars.” Gerard dragged out, raised and eyebrow and tilted his head. He was clearly trying to imply something. Hoping Frank qould catch up.
“Have I? Since when?"
Alright,
this is going nowhere, Gerard thought.
Gerard sighed audibly loudly and then sat up on the bed, finally dropping some of the looseness. "Look, whatever Frank, it happens, okay? Whatever, you did it anyway. I know, it's the thrill of performing and shit–"
“So?” Frank crossed his arms as he interrupted. "If you know, what's the issue now?"
“Just don’t pretend it was nothing!" Gerard raised his voice. “You–You're acting like me bringing this up came out of nowhere.”
“Well, from my perspective, it did.” Frank shrugged.
Gerard rubbed his face with pure frustration bleeding through his composure, before meeting Frank's eyes again. They looked at each other then, not like bandmates checking cues, but like two best friends who knew each other very, very well.
Too much, actually.
Frank studied him now. Yeah, he might just be losing his patience. “You jealous or something?” This landed heavier than it should have.
Gerard scoffed, almost barking out a laugh. “Don’t be stupid.”
“That’s not a no. I’m not the one bringing it up hours later.”
“Because it registers. I brought it up because it threw me.” Gerard turned his head to Frank.
"Why?” Frank raised both eyebrows this time.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out..." Gerard grumbled again, rubbing his temples “Don't make this weird, alright? I don’t like being blindsided. Don't make me spell it out."
Frank had to laugh at this, but instead, he snorted. “...By a kiss?”
“By you.” Gerard said, then immediately regretted it. “Whatever– we’re too old for this. It just hit weird. Do what you want, forget I said anything.”
Frank raise and eyebrow, a smug smirk still on his face. “You want me to apologize, Gee?”
“Frank,” Gerard seemed really annoyed now, he answered really quickly, and with a restrained voice. “Stop that, no.”
Frank frowned, this time rolling his eyes. “It wasn’t at you, you know that."
"I wasn't implying–" Gerard looked away, before cracking. “It just didn’t feel that way." He wanted to say a lot of things, but just nodded, already backing off from the bed. “Cool, great. Anyway, I’m getting ready to sleep.”
He stood and walked towards the second bed of the room. Now, his. "Maybe,” Gerard turned around to Frank. “It didn’t feel so random as you claim it did.”
That did it.
Frank straightened slightly, standing up walking toward's Gerard's bed with his smile thinning into something more deliberate. “It’s a show, Gee,” he said, tilting his head, standing behind Gerard. “You know that.”
Gerard frowned, not turning around, properly adjusting the blankets in his bed, holding the urge to tighten his fists, or look behind him. “I know what a show is.”
The guitarist’s smile sharpened before scoffing. “I just didn’t think you’d still be territorial, huh?” He wanted to test Gerard's patience.
Gerard turned fully toward him, glaring at Frank. His voice didn’t rise though, it dropped. “Don’t mistake restraint for disinterest. This,” he said evenly, taking one step closer to the point they got infront of each other. “is me deciding whether I’m going to let you keep running your fucking mouth.”
“Running my mouth?” Frank teased, tone playful, but really wary. "You mean the way I ran my lips over Charlie onstage?"
Gerard chest tightened, and without thinking, he took another step forward. Before Frank could even react, Gerard's hands shot out, braced firmly against the wall on either side of Frank's head. Frank froze with eyes wide, he couldn't trust his heartbeat anymore and lips parting slightly as the force of it. Gerard's gaze had darkened, almost predatory. His chest pressed against the other’s as he held him pinned.
“Ohh Frank," he murmured lowly, but angrily. "Bold choice of words, honey, are you sure you wanna go down on this route?”
Frank swallowed hard, smirk faltering slightly. “And if I—”
“You will not speak.” Gerard cut him off, placing a hand firmly on Frank's mouth. “Not another word until I say so.”
Frank tried to form words, but he was only being capable of muffled whimpers against Gerard's hand. "Hmmm! Hmph!"
"I can't quite understand you, sweetheart." Gerard pouted mockingly, his voice dangerously calm despite the violence of his actions. He leaned in closer, slowly pulling his hand away from Frank's mouth, his breath hot against Frank's face.
Frank's body went rigid as he gasped, finally feeling able to breath through his mouth again, his eyes suddenly snapping open. "G–Go fuck yourself..." he whispers, loud enough for Gerard to hear.
Gerard's eyes widened with genuine surprise, a slow grin spreading across his face.
"Oh?" Gerard voice carried amusement. "Is that so?" He leaned even closer, his face inches from Frank's.
His fingers moved to Frank's throat, pressing against the column of his neck in a way that was more possessive than...restraining. "That's adorable," Gerad murmured, tone dripping with condescension. He gave a slight squeeze.
"Care to repeat yourself? I didn't quite hear you, puppy." He coaxed mockingly. "Come on, pretty boy. Show me that sass again. I'm fucking curious."
Before Frank could answer anything, Gerard's hand cupped the front of Frank's pants, feeling the growing hardness there. He just chuckled. "Mm, would you look at that?" His fingers pressed harder, rubbing the length of Frank's arousal through the fabric. "Someone's excited." Gerard whispers, almost to himself.
The words echoed mockingly in Frank's head and he realized with mortifying clarity that he'd given Gerard exactly what he wanted. A small, broken whimper escaped his lips.
"You're still such a dog," Gerard murmured, his voice now a reverent whisper. His free hand continued its exploration, fingers tracing Frank's belly before sliding lower, feeling the heat radiating from between his legs. "Do you want my help, baby? Do you?"
He pulled Frank's closer. "I wonder what happens when I touch you here..." Gerard's thumb traced over the head of Frank's dick through his pants, his touch both soothing and maddeningly arousing, making Frank whimper loudly. "Ooh, how cute." Gerard leaned in to press a soft kiss to the top of Frank's head, his other hand sliding up to cup the back of his neck. "What a good boy."
Frank's snapped open as he felt something in the pit of his stomach, an old sensation. He glared up at Gerard. "Sh–shut up," Frank choked out, his voice raspy from the earlier chokehold. "I'm not your 'good boy', Gerard. Not anymore. You hear me?" He tried to inject as much venom into the words as he could, but it came out sounding more...petulant?
Aw, it was adorable, really. Gerard almost pity him.
Almost.
With a sudden movement, Gerard hooked one of his legs behind Frank's knee, using the leverage to pin him against the wall. He pressed his thigh firmly against the front of Frank's pants, feeling the hardness of his arousal even through the fabric.
"Shit," Frank choked out. "Damn it, Gee..."
He couldn't stem the tide of whines and pleas spilling from his lips. "You're, fuck, such an asshole." It was weak, and the words were barely above a whisper, and he knew they rang hollow even to his own ears.
His hips jerked forward, grinding helplessly against Gerard's knee seeking more of friction. "Fuck," He shuddered, his body betraying him. "Please, I...I need...I need..."
Gerard watched the smaller man squirm and whimper beneath him. "Need, need, need?" He mimicks him with faux tenderness, "That's all you whine about. Because you're greedy," he growled, mocking with contempt. "A dirty mutt who can't control himself around me."
He ground his knee viciously against the straining bulge in Frank's pants, now toring a choked cry from his throat. Music to his ears. "Or better yet, around anyone else, considering you've been fucking around with anyone onstage, hoping it'd catch my attention."
He leaned in close, his breath hot against Frank's ear. "Well, guess what? You have all my attention now," he hissed. "Do I have to train you again?"
"Please," Frank gasped out, repeating himself again loudly writhing helplessly against the pressure against his aching cock. "I can't control myself, I really can't." His hips jerked forward at the whiny admission. "Please, Gee," he keened, he was whining. "It feels too good."
"Fraaaankie," he dragged out with mock sympathy. "What to do with you?" He leaned in closer, murmuring with his tone almost tender.
Gerard leaned in, capturing Frank's mouth. His lips claimed him, with his tongue delving deep to stake his claim. At the same time, his knee pressed harder against Frank's straining erection, grinding against him with punishing pressure that bordered on pain. He could feel the smaller man jerk and shudder against him, and the needy muffled whimpers vibrating against his invading tongue.
He kissed Frank until he was nearly out of oxygen, when Gerard pulls back he sees the glaze in Frank's eyes and feels the way his body goes lax against the wall, hearing him struggle to get his breathing under control.
Without warning, Gerard grabbed Frank by the hair, yanking his head back sharply. Frank cried out in surprise and pain.
"On your knees, puppy," Gerard commanded, his voice cold. "Now." He guided Frank down to the floor, making sure the man knelt directly in front of him. Gerard's fingers tangling in the soft strands of hair.
"Eyes up on me," he growled, his other hand sliding down to the front of his pants, palming the hard length there. He could feel his cock straining, and the sight of Frank kneeling before him wasn't helping his self-restraint.
"Open your mouth." Gerard said, his voice a low dangerous purr. He kept one hand firmly in Frank's hair, using it to guide the man's head closer to his crotch.
Frank's lips parted slowly, hesintantly. Gerard's other hand slid down to the zipper of his pants deliberately. "Good boy,"
Gerard's fingers hooked into his waistband, pulling down his underwear just enough to free his cock. The head of it flushed and leaking with pre-cum. "Puppies need mouth inspections too, right baby? Look at all that drool."
Gerard drags two of his fingers inside Frank's mouth, rubbing his tongue softly. "Does it feel good when I rub your tongue? Yeah? What about a bit little deeper?"
He shoves his two fingers further down Frank's throat, making him gag and choke. Frank's hands itched to move Gerard's fingers out, but he knew better. "Suck on them."
No sooner said than done. Frank starts sucking on Gerard's two fingers as if his life depended on it, because he knew that if he did a good job, he would get a reward. And he was looking forward to it.
His skilled tongue licked softly the pad of Gerard's fingers inside his mouth, before softly bobbing his head indirectly, making Gerard chuckle and pull back his now wet fingers, making the kneeling man gasp for air.
"Oh, your imagination is running wild, huh? Does my puppy need something else filling their throat? Is that it?" Gerard cooed, and Frank nodded his head eagerly. "Words, Frankie."
"Y–Yes, please." Frank's brain was short-circuiting and he was nothing but a whimpering mess at this point. His eyes fixated on Gerard's dick. "Yes, want your cock in my–"
Frank's words were cut off by a sharp slap in his face by Gerard's hand, making him whine. "Nuh-uh, try again."
Frank didn't had time to think straight or to even connect the dots of what Gee could be possibly referring to. He was so silly, to a point he'd just answer everything on automatic. He just looked up at Gerard with a frown in his face, till Gerard sighed, mockingly disappointed.
"Bark, you dumb dog."
Frank blinked, unable to help his lips parting open, hesitating actually doing it. He knew he could stop whenever he wanted to. The thing is, he didn't want to stop. He was zoned out for a moment, but a slight stroke Gerard gave to his own shaft made him come back to reality. He wanted it to be his hands so badly.
"Woof, woof." Frank barked, in a low tone. Almost a whining puppy voice. Embarassed. He didn't wanted to hear himself. But Gerard couldn't give less of a shit, could he?
"What was that?" Gerard, the asshole, tilted his head, feigning confusion. "Couldn't quite hear you."
Frank groaned to himself, cheeks getting redder and redder with shame. "Woof, woof!" He raised his voice, earning a satisfying smirk from Gerard, and a soft pet on the head, before yanking Frank's head again.
"Aw, good boy. Keep your mouth open." Frank had a feeling he had to open his mouth wider for Gerard's dick, so he did so, looking up to Gerard's eyes. Gerard's hand was slowly stroking his own shaft.
Instead, he spits on Frank's open mouth.
Frank might've discovered something about himself now. He gags softly, surprised, making Gerard chuckle. "Swallow, would you?" Gee sneers.
Frank did as told, swallowing down Gerard's spit, making sure to open his mouth again to prove it. "So eager to take anything I say. Does my puppy want a bone?"
Frank didn't answer, because instantly, Frank's tongue made contact with Gerard's slit. The taste was salty and musky, and it made his own cock throb with desperate need.
"Mmm, t–that's it," Gerard groaned, his voice thick. He could feel the wet heat of Frank's mouth after so much time and it was almost enough to make him lose it.
Frank gagged slightly with his (now) watery eyes, but he didn't pull back. Couldn't pull back, even if he wanted to. His body was too desperate for this.
His tongue swirled around the shaft coating it with saliva, and he could feel Gerard's hands tangling in his hair using it to guide his movements. The grip was firm and painful.
It made him suck harder, bobbing his head up and down, not on Gerard's fingers, but on his cock.
Gerard's cock throbbed in his mouth and Frank could feel the pulse of it against his tongue because of it, and he felt his own pre-cum soaking through his pants.
It made a wet spot, and Gerard with his hungry eyes, of course tracked it. His eyes were looking down at Frank all the time, since he got his pretty little mouth working on him.
Gerard's steps down on Frank's crotch in between his open thighs, the unexpected weight of Gerard's shoe pressing down on the already aching bulge in his pants made him choke on Gee's cock, but he managed to calm down and keep the pace. Still, the vibrations of that choke traveled up Gerard's shaft, and it made his balls tighten. He wouldn't last long.
He could feel the pressure grinding down on his straining cock. Gerard could definetly torment Frank, but he was babbling words, well, what can he say? Frank has a good mouth.
All that came out of Frank's mouth were desperate whimpers, needy sounds of pure frustration. His hands clutched at the floor. Suddenly, his hips bucked up against Gerard's shoe, seeking more friction.
His hips soon were trying to seek release, the wet spot on his pants now growing, his cock leaking so much that it was beginning to seep through the fabric.
He uses Frank's pretty mouth like he owna it, spit clinging to his dick as Frank's breathes through his nose. He thrusts back into his throat.
"Fuuuuck, Frank," Gerard groaned, his hands gripping the back of Frank's head, holding him in place as his hips began to thrust more into his mouth. "That's it, you're doing so good, baby, so good."
Gerard's shoe pressed down harder on Frank's crotch as he kept humping Gerard's shoe. "Cum, cum for me," Gerard commanded, breathless. "Cum on my fucking shoe like the good little puppy you are. Show me how much you need this." His cock throbbed in Frank's mouth. Frank was so, so close.
"My my… does humping my leg turn you to this stupid puppy? Poor thing. Do you need me to guide your hips, Frankie?" Gerard's head tilts to the side, looking down at Frank as he bit on his lips, he was enjoying the view. As Frank finally started whining, Gee shook his head, thrusting harder.
"Shh, shh, no, shush. I got you. Does it feel good to let yourself leak all over my shoe? Messy pup. Look at that...not a thought behind those pretty eyes anymore. It’s okay. Let yourself go."
And then it happened.
Frank's body went rigid, his hips jerking up one last time against the shoe, and then he was cumming. Hard. His cock pulsed and twitched, messing his pants with his own hot, sticky cum staining Gerard's shoe, even through his pants, and the sound of his pleasure-drunk moans. His eyes rolled back, his mouth going slack around Gee's cock, drool dripped down his chin as his orgasm washed over him.
Gerard's own release was right behind it. His head fell back, eyes squeezing shut, body jerking and twitching with the force of it, cumming inside Frank's mouth.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Gerard's shoe was a slight mess with Frank's load. He takes his shoe out of Frank's crotch, slowly, the sound of the shoe creaking on the hotel floor echoed in Frank's head.
Gerard pulled his softening cock from Frank's mouth. "Kiss my shoe."
Frank tilted his head up, confused. Those glassy eyes of his couldn't fool anybody, suddenly, Gerard yanked on his hair again, making him whimper against his will. "I believe I told you to do something. What's wrong? Ashamed now? Imagine it's Charlie, baby. It'll be easier for you, won't it?"
Frank stayed quiet, looking up at Gerard with those puppy eyes, now biting his lips and raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, so you were jealous."
Gerard tightens his hand on Frank's scalp, making him wince now. But still, Gerard was oh, so defensive. "That's– that doesn't matter. Fucking do it."
But it really didn't matter to Frank.
It was just good to know.
He took a deep breath and leaned down to kiss Gerard's cum stained shoe, giving it also a soft lick, making Gerard give a smug, proud huff. "Gooood boy."
Yeah, he was still Gerard, after all. He let go of Frank's hair, stroking it softly to soothe the sharp pain. He helped Frank back on his feet. "Lay on the bed, and, uh...spit it out, okay? I don't want you feeling bad tomorrow on the plane. I'm gonna grab us some water, alright?"
Frank nodded his head, still tense from the aftershocks of his orgasm. "A–Alright." He sat on the edge of the bed as Gerard went to the kitchen(a-hem, half-naked).
He decided to swallow Gerard's cum down his throat, anyway. He doesn't have to know.
Gerard comes back with two glasses fo water, one half-drinked and the other one's full. He sits next to Frank.
"Here, drink." he said softly, giving Frank the full glass. Frank took some sips to relaz his throat, and it made Frank chuckle as Gerard drank down the whole half-full glass eagerly.
"Oh, now you're thirsty? You didn't even do anything other than, what? Moaning?" Frank said as he placed his glass on the nighstand.
"Well, shit, I'm the frontman. What can I say? I need my vocals in a few days."
"To moan onstage instead in our hotel room, got it."
Gerard scoffed, nudging Frank. "Fuck you."
Yeah, he just might.