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Gerard doesn’t like to think of themself as a particularly jealous person. Maybe when they were younger and painfully insecure, when a girlfriend so much as looking at another guy sent them into a tailspin of self-deprecation, but definitely not since they started dating Frank.
They’ve evolved. They’ve progressed. The bounds of heterosexuality no longer apply.
It was a shift they’d had to make once they realised they couldn’t imagine a life without Frank, because, as loyal and devoted as he is, their boy is the touchiest person Gerard has ever met, even by werewolf standards.
At first, they’d assumed it was normal for him to be rubbing up against his friends, scenting them at any opportunity, and planting himself on the ground by their legs to lean against while zoning out of whatever conversation was happening above him.
He even cuddled with his friends, right in front of Gerard, who would’ve happily taken their place if only they got there first.
It was only when they brought up to Ray how reserved he was compared to Frank that he explained that Frank took things further than most werewolves he knew, including himself.
Still, as a part of Frank’s unconventional pack and the only other werewolf in it, Ray doesn’t exactly seem uncomfortable when Gerard walks in on them snuggled up on the couch.
Frank doesn’t see them at first since he’s straddling Ray’s lap and apparently trying to burrow his way into his neck and shirt collar, but Ray gives Gerard a quick wave before continuing to scent Frank.
Then his hand goes to Frank’s hair and scratches his scalp, which has Frank shivering where he’s held and letting out a sound that sets their nerves on edge.
Now, Gerard doesn’t think of themself as a particularly unaffectionate person. Most of those stereotypes about vampires being cold and unfeeling are based on centuries-old stories and are, frankly, offensive, but they cannot imagine doing anything like this with even their closest friends.
They quickly head for the kitchen to get busy pouring a cup of coffee– the only human drink that doesn’t taste weird– leaving the two werewolves to rub all over each other like they’re back in the dark ages.
They’re not sure how long they spend glaring into the pot of coffee, but they glance up when another heartbeat enters the room. Frank’s is still beating fast from the living room, but Ray’s is slow and steady, matching his relaxed expression as he strolls in.
“Hey, Gee,” he says, grabbing an armful of ingredients from the refrigerator.
“Hey,” they reply, unable to keep the sullen tone from their voice.
Ray looks over at them with a frown, immediately picking up on their state of mind. That’s another benefit that comes with being pack, although that seems pretty one-sided since Gerard and Mikey can’t use that weird, empathy shit back on Ray and Frank. Something to do with their superior sense of smell, apparently.
“You good, dude?”
“I’m fine,” Gerard replies, gripping the cup harder. “Why, do I not look fine?”
“Uh,” Ray chuckles. “Not really.”
“And you have no idea why that might be?” Gerard asks, trying to keep their voice measured.
Ray shakes his head, tossing his mussed-up curls back and forth. Frank is a very aggressive cuddler, which Gerard knows all about as they’re the one he normally comes to for that, especially since they started dating.
Before Gerard can keep trying to get a rise out of Ray, they hear Frank huffing from the living room, unhappy at the lack of attention he’s receiving.
Ray snickers, but stops when Gerard flashes their eyes his way. His expression morphs into one of understanding, which, if anything, only infuriates Gerard more.
“Ah, okay. I get it.” He continues pulling out various cooking implements while Gerard lingers near the doorway. “Gee, we’ve talked about this. There is literally nothing to be upset about here.”
“I’m not upset,” Gerard exclaims before realising how upset they actually sound. They look away and would probably have blushed if it weren’t for the fact that their heart hasn’t beat in decades. “It’s just…I don’t understand why he comes to you for this.”
Ray, in his infinite patience, doesn’t sigh at the childishness Gerard is displaying. He simply hands Gerard a knife so he can help chop the meat, staining the board red. Their mouth salivates briefly at the blood but, ever since getting with Frank, animal blood doesn’t do much for him. It’s easy to resist when they have a live supply waiting around the corner.
“You do know, Gee, you just don’t like it.”
Gerard shrugs. It’s not really something they can deny since they have had this conversation many times over the past year and a half they’ve been dating Frank.
Still, Ray gives it another shot.
“It’s the full moon this weekend. Our instincts go all haywire; it makes pack bonding even more important since we need each other on the night. Plus, Frankie’s…who he is. His form of bonding is a little more involved than others.”
“You weren’t exactly shoving him off, though,” Gerard replies.
“No,” Ray says simply. “And I won’t. Packs have a structure for a reason. Frankie wasn’t bitten all that long ago and, when I found him, he recognised my wolf as older, more experienced. That’s just the way it goes.”
“So he has to be your lapdog forever?”
Ray smirks, unbothered by their provocations. “Nope. But if it works for him– for both of us – I don’t see why we’d stop. Unless it really bothers you that much.”
“No,” Gerard replies, guilt prickling uncomfortably below their skin.
The green haze overtaking them clears long enough to recognise that what they’re asking for is unreasonable. Maybe in a normal, human relationship it wouldn’t be, but Gerard knows better than anyone what denying your natural instincts can lead to.
Despite being a born vampire, they nearly starved to death in adolescence from just how much they wanted to fit in with everyone else.
“Hey,” Ray presses up beside Gerard, patting their shoulder in a way that shouldn’t be as comforting as it is. “It’s fine if you find it weird. I think sucking blood out of people’s veins is pretty weird, but it’s your thing. I let you have your thing.”
Gerard nods, pressing their lips together tightly. “I get it, honestly. It’s just– I sometimes feel like he’d be better off with you. Or another werewolf. Basically, anyone who could understand him better than I do. I feel like– I don’t know– he’s just settling for me.”
“Gee, I’m sorry, but that’s insane. Frank is obsessed with you. Like, painfully obsessed.”
Gerard glances into the living room where Frank is curled up on his side, having decided that being conscious isn’t worth the effort if he’s not getting any attention.
Ray catches their line of sight and goes on, “What he gets from me and other werewolves isn’t the same as what he gets from you. It’s not like there’s a limit to how much love you have to give. Especially when it comes to Frankie.”
He throws an arm around Gerard, nuzzling his face in their hair.
Gerard squirms in his grip, unable to stop the smile creeping onto their face. Ray really is good at diffusing the tensions that arise from a pack like theirs, full of warring instincts. If Gerard had been a werewolf instead, they could understand wanting to cling to someone like him, so settled and sure of himself.
“Stop,” they whine unconvincingly.
“Sorry,” Ray says with a shrug. “Bonding.”
He doesn’t sound very sorry at all and doesn’t let Gerard go right away. Instead, he leans in, not so subtly sniffing them as he whispers into their ear.
“Hey, Frankie’s probably gonna be up and looking for you soon. He was getting real antsy while you were out.”
“Yeah?” Gerard asks, biting down on their lip.
Ray hums. “There’s more than one kind of bonding, you know?”
Before Gerard can take a steadying breath, Ray pulls back, switching on the oven. He gives Gerard a loaded look, and Gerard can’t hold back a nervous laugh.
“What are we cooking anyway?” Gerard asks between giggles, running their hands through their hair to shake off the way Ray’s lingering gaze makes them feel.
“Something filling. Gotta make sure we’re sated before the full moon or our wolves are gonna go crazy. You remember last month?”
“Right, yeah. Obviously.”
“Gee, it’s okay that you don’t know all these things.”
They look down with contrition. “But it’s not really. I’ve known you both for years.”
“Yeah, but werewolves keep a lot of this stuff private. Even I didn’t start letting you in on full moons until I was sure we were becoming a real pack, and that was mostly down to Frankie. Speaking of…”
“Hey,” Frank says, wrapping his arms around Gerard’s waist so that they can’t turn around to face him.
He presses his face hard into the curve of their spine and inhales.
“Hi, Frankie,” Gerard replies, leaning back into him.
“What’s up, Frankie?” Ray asks, passing by to ruffle his hair. “Are you hungry?”
“No.”
“Yeah, you are,” Ray says, rolling his eyes. “But sure.”
It’s only then that Gerard notices something else pressing into his back. Unconsciously, Frank starts rolling his hips in tiny circles, trying to get as close to Gerard as humanly possible. Gerard glances at Ray, who gives nothing away.
“Gee,” Frank groans. “Where have you been?”
“I’ve been back for a while,” Gerard says, chuckling.
“Why didn’t you come find me?”
“You looked pretty busy when I came in,” Gerard says, able to smirk about it now that the hurt has faded.
Frank unclasps his arms just long enough to put himself between Gerard and the countertop, hardly leaving enough space to breathe between them. His face is already flushed, and his hazel eyes dance across Gerard’s face like they’re the only thing worth seeing.
“I’m not busy now,” he murmurs.
“Oh my god,” Ray groans, leaving his sizzling pan to come over to the two of them. “I don’t need you guys stinking up my kitchen like this. You can cool off or leave.”
Gerard doesn’t know what he’s smelling, but Frank at least has the decency to lower his head abashedly.
“Sorry,” he says, not willing to look Ray in the eye.
Most of the time, the whole pack hierarchy thing doesn’t get in the way of Frank being a menace to himself and those around him, but the closer they get to the full moon, the more he submits to Ray’s wolf. It’s strange, but not exactly out of character. Despite his rebellious streak, Frank lives to please.
Gerard briefly closes their eyes, trying to push down how much it turns them on, especially since Ray’s nostrils are flaring like he knows exactly what they’re doing.
They smile with an antsy edge. “C’mon, Frankie. Obviously we’re not wanted.”
Ray lays a hand on the back of Gerard’s neck, giving them a knowing glance before scratching Frank’s head. He leans into it instinctually as Ray taps his cheek twice.
“Be good.”
“Yeah,” Frank replies in a voice so small and soft Gerard can’t decide between wrapping him up in cotton or tying him up and teasing him until he cries.
At any rate, their possessiveness rears its head again as Frank leans towards Ray as if hypnotised by his presence. Gerard isn’t going to lose out on any more time with their boyfriend, so they make a quick exit, dragging Frank behind them like a dog on a leash.
“Missed you so much,” Frank says, pressing up against Gerard as they try to climb the stairs.
Gerard laughs, manoeuvring around him with their superior strength so they don’t fall and break something, even if it would easily heal.
“Careful, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.”
“God, I feel fucking crazy. How long were you out?”
“Like three hours,” Gerard drawls. “But I should’ve known better than to leave when the full moon is coming up.”
“Oh shit, you’re totally right. I thought I was losing it.”
Gerard smiles to themself, proud of knowing something Frank didn’t, especially since the whole dating a werewolf thing is still so new to them.
They crash into Frank’s bedroom since it’s the first door they come to and fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
“Sorry,” Frank says, trying to climb off of Gerard before they grab hold of him.
“I’m not that breakable, baby. Where are you trying to go?”
Frank’s eyes are blown so wide the hazel is barely a ring around his pupils. Though he’s leaning over Gerard, deceptively heavy despite his figure, they know he won’t make a move until they let him.
“How long have you been waiting for this, baby?” Gerard asks, letting their head drop against the bed as their hair fans out around them.
They like having to look up at Frank through hooded eyes, watching his chest heave as he holds himself back for them.
“So long,” he says breathlessly, losing control just long enough to nuzzle his head against Gerard’s.
Gerard grabs him by the hair, pushing him back.
“Frankie,” they say in a low, warning voice. “That’s not how we do things, is it?”
“I–” Frank bites his lip, bent over with Gerard’s hand still in his hair.
It must be making it hard for him to think, so Gerard does the job for him.
“Maybe you’ve been spending too much time with Ray. You forgot, huh?”
Frank frowns, tilting his head to the side as he pants.
“What do you mean?”
Gerard loosens their grip on his hair, stroking his face with a gentle touch for a moment just to see Frank’s eyes flutter shut.
“It’s okay, baby. I know you need your pack time or whatever. So long as you know who to come back to at the end of the day.”
“It’s you,” Frank says, leaning in as close as Gerard will let him. “Always you, Gee. I love you so much.”
Gerard hums, letting their hands come up to cup Frank’s flushed cheeks. His skin is tacky to the touch, always running so warm compared to Gerard’s icy touch.
“Is that right?”
“Yes! Please, please let me–”
“Tell me you need me,” Gerard interrupts, the words falling out before they can catch them. “I know you love me, but I need more than that.”
“God, I need you, Gee. So, so, so much. Need you right now.”
Gerard moans, his hands falling from Frank’s face to the bed. “Okay, baby. You have me. Take your clothes off.”
They watch Frank rip off their shirt and pants in record time, leaving on his boxers as he climbs back on top of Gerard.
“Can I?” he asks, eyes locked onto Gerard’s crotch as their hard-on lifts the fabric.
Gerard smirks, resting on their arm like they’re settling down to watch a show. “Go ahead. Make yourself useful, Frankie.”
Frank fumbles with the buttons before finally succeeding in pulling down Gerard’s pants, eyes widening as their red panties are exposed underneath.
“What?” Gerard asks, blinking innocently. Frank says nothing, utterly transfixed. “Oh, Frankie, do you like it? I completely forgot, I–”
“Can I?” Frank interrupts Gerard this time. “Can I, please, Gee?”
As much as Gerard likes to tease him, they’re so turned on it’s starting to hurt, and any further delay would probably hurt them almost as much as it would Frank.
“Yes, baby. You gonna take care of me?”
“Yes, Gee,” Frank says before mumbling out a string of words that are muffled as he starts to mouth at their panties, his wet mouth latching on their cock as it strains against the material.
The sudden burst of sensation sends pleasure shooting up their spine.
“Fuck,” Gerard exclaims, arching their back. “Feels so good, Frankie.”
Frank groans in response, and the vibrations feel even better. Gerard can’t look away, but they also need more than he’s giving right now.
“Take them off, baby.”
When Frank reluctantly pulls away, Gerard stops him.
“No,” they say. “With your teeth.”
Frank nearly melts in front of them, sweat glistening on his forehead already.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, Gee,” he says, but he gets to work nipping the material with his teeth and slowly dragging it down their thighs.
The fabric catches in places, so it takes a little longer than Gerard would like, but once Frank looks up at him with his round, pleading eyes, they take a deep, shuddering breath.
“Now, baby,” they say, and, without drawing another breath, Frank takes their cock down in one, pressing his face right into their pubes and sucking hard.
“Oh, fuck me,” Gerard moans, bucking up instinctively.
Frank chokes around his cock, but he stays put, continuing to deep throat them while Gerard pets his hair, trying to ground them both.
“So good, baby. You’re so good.”
Once they release his hair, Frank starts to bob his head up and down, enveloping Gerard’s cock in his warm mouth and hollowing his cheeks every time they hit the back of Frank’s throat.
Gerard pulls their thighs up to the sides of Frank, holding him in place as if he’d even think about moving. For a long moment, they become one person, the boundaries between what they are temporarily collapsing as touch binds them together.
They could stay like this forever, but Gerard feels pressure building below and knows it won’t be much longer until Frank takes them over the edge. As much as they like to be overstimulated, right now, Gerard wants to make sure that, when they orgasm, they do it together.
They need to feel closer to Frank, and he’s still too far away. It’s a shame they don’t have a full moon to blame for their own neediness.
“Frankie,” Gerard gasps as he sucks particularly hard. They almost give up, letting their head drop back, but then he pauses long enough for them to say, “Frankie, that’s enough. I need you in me right now.”
Frank pulls off their cock, lips slick with spit and precum. A bead of drool drops down his chin, and Frank licks it up absent-mindedly. It’s a testament to their self-control that Gerard doesn’t cum right then and there.
“Please,” Frank pleads, gripping Gerard’s thighs. “Please let me fuck you.”
“I am, baby,” Gerard replies, sighing desperately. “You gonna get me nice and ready for you?”
Frank doesn’t waste another second, sinking two fingers into Gerard’s hole.
They buck up at the feeling– relishing in the pain of the stretch. One long moan escapes their mouth as Frank’s fingers bury themselves deeper.
“Okay?” Frank asks, beyond full sentences now.
Gerard nods floppily. “Yes, yes. More now, Frankie.”
As he starts pistoning his fingers up and down, increasing the pace as Gerard loosens up, Gerard fights the urge to clench around them, knowing it will only prolong the process. But they want to trap Frank inside them. To keep him there forever, belonging to Gerard in every way that matters.
He adds a third finger, gently scissoring them inside, rubbing up against their prostate until Gerard’s eyes are rolling back in their head.
“Okay, okay,” they say, trying to regain control of the situation. “I’m ready for you, Frankie. Give it to me.”
“Of course,” Frank says, going in for a kiss instead.
He pulls out his fingers and holds onto Gerard’s face as they make out, tasting each other until their flavours are indistinguishable. He sucks two hickeys hard into Gerard’s neck, drawing out another string of moans, before finally moving back to guide his cock into Gerard.
“Oh, you need it bad, huh?” Gerard comments, unable to stop themself from teasing Frank. He looks so hard it must be hurting. “Baby, why didn’t you just say so?”
“I–” Frank pants, stumbling over his words as he presses into Gerard. “I did. I wanted you so bad.”
“You have me,” Gerard gasps, adjusting to the feeling of Frank inside them. “You’re not leaving me, Frankie.”
“Never,” he says, somehow sounding certain despite his whole body trembling with anticipation.
Once he’s all the way inside, Gerard pulls him in close, letting their clothed chest rest against Frank’s naked, glistening form. Their lips press together, teeth clashing as Frank starts to roll his hips, increasing the fullness sensations tenfold.
“That’s it,” Gerard moans into his open mouth. Frank can do nothing but whimper and carry on chasing the feeling of Gerard enveloping him. “Harder, baby. Need it harder.”
Frank is always so careful with them. When they first got together, he actually thought that, as a werewolf, he was stronger than Gerard and had to be gentle or risk hurting them. It didn’t take long to confirm that Gerard was more than capable of holding Frank down, whether to keep him safe while in his wolf form or to keep him pinned while they were like this.
Gerard gives him a moment and, though Frank picks up the pace, it’s not enough. In one motion, they grab hold of Frank and roll on top, bracing themself against his shoulders as the bed creaks beneath their shared weight.
Frank curses as Gerard starts bouncing up and down on his cock, slamming their ass down to meet his bucking hips. It feels wild, beyond human senses, and yet entirely within their control. With every drop, Frank is hitting their prostate, sending pleasure racing through their body, pooling in their cock as it rests heavy between them, leaking precum onto Frank’s chest.
They’re both getting desperate now, hardly speaking as they pant and moan. Still, Gerard is determined to reach their climax together, so they shut their eyes, riding even harder while Frank’s hands move from their thighs to their chest, toying with their nipples and rolling them under his fingers.
The feelings are too overwhelming for Gerard to separate, and they merge into one mess of adoration and need.
“Close, baby?” they ask as they feel their own orgasm building up deep inside them.
When Frank nods, unable to get a single word, they press down harder, preventing him from moving at all beyond a small space to grind his hips upwards. The show of strength has Frank whining high, turning his head to the side as he draws short, rapid breaths.
Gerard reads the signs and keeps up their pace, feeling Frank’s balls pull tight where they meet their ass.
“Let go for me,” they grit out as their climax starts to crest, causing their fangs to drop from their gums. “Together, Frankie.”
At the feeling of Frank’s cock pulsing deep with them, flooding them with cum, Gerard clenches down and leans into Frank’s neck, fangs piercing the hot skin. They drink in heavy gulps as their moans bounce between them, orgasms hitting them with brutal intensity. The pleasure keeps rolling as Gerard rides Frank at a slower speed, forcing them both to experience each and every sensation to its maximum.
It feels like it goes on forever, their pleasure merging into one shared thing that overtakes their senses, fixing them in this moment.
Finally, Gerard pulls away, blood dripping down their chin. It takes like their shared arousal and Frank’s brutally alive presence.
Once they’re over the climax, Gerard opens their eyes, taking in Frank’s beautiful, slack face. He’s drooled into the pillow, eyes still shut and brows knit together as he continues to ride the wave and the venom Gerard pumped into his neck.
“Fuck, Frankie,” Gerard sighs, coming to a stop with Frank still pulsing weakly inside him.
“Yeah,” Frank replies breathily, barely present.
Gerard giggles, stroking the sweat-slick hair from Frank’s forehead. “You were so good, baby. So perfect for me.”
“Really?” Frank asks, blearily blinking his eyes open. His gaze takes a moment to find Gerard’s.
“Yes,” Gerard says, leaning in to kiss him long and languidly. “Feeling better now?”
Frank smirks despite his dazed expression. “Are you?”
“Fuck off,” Gerard says, beginning the uncomfortable process of rising off of Frank’s softening cock.
They groan at the sudden emptiness, and Frank is immediately sitting up, embracing Gerard in his lap like they’re something small and precious rather than a blood-sucker that could tear his throat out at any given moment.
“I didn’t drink too much, did I?” Gerard asks, licking over the wounds on Frank’s neck.
“No, never,” Frank sighs, hugging Gerard tighter to keep their head trapped between his shoulder and chin.
Then he nuzzles closer, and Gerard realises he is trying to get his scent all over Gerard, to claim them as his own as if he didn’t just mark them inside.
“Frankie, the blood,” Gerard complains, though there isn’t much force behind it. They both know they could push Frank off if they really wanted to. “It’s gonna get everywhere.”
“Don’t care,” Frank says, rubbing his wrists against Gerard’s neck and arms. “These sheets are gonna need changing anyway.”
“Well, guess whose job that is now,” Gerard teases, and Frank finally lets go, giving a dramatic frown before pushing Gerard back on the bed. “No way, I can’t go again right now, Frankie.”
“I know,” Frank says, even though he very clearly could. “That’s not the point.”
Instead, he lies over Gerard’s body before pressing his face into Gerard’s neck and inhaling deeply.
“God, you smell so good,” he moans.
“I smell like you,” Gerard says, though it’s more of an assumption than anything.
“No,” Frank insists. “Like both of us.”
Gerard doesn’t know what to say to that, but their whole body feels warm and sated, so they’re happy to stay under Frank, contently letting him sniff and nip at their neck like some sort of vampire-werewolf hybrid.
They don’t know how much time has passed before there’s a knock on the door.
Frank doesn’t stop what he’s doing, not recognising any threat given that he can smell Ray from a mile off, and Gerard knows his specific heartbeat well enough.
“Come in,” they call out, rather than making the effort of extracting Frank from where he’s stuck himself.
Still, they giggle as Frank licks an especially ticklish patch of skin.
“They cannot possibly taste that good,” Ray says to Frank as he enters the room, able to bypass the territoriality other werewolves have with their rooms since they’re packmates.
Frank doesn’t reply, so Gerard does so for him.
“I guess that means I do.”
Ray lays down a tray of food– mostly made up of red meat– on the dresser and crosses his arms.
“I’m not even gonna ask if you’re hungry,” he says to Gerard, pointedly glancing at the bloody mess on the bedsheets.
Gerard can’t even hide their satisfaction. That is one area, at least, that Ray cannot compete with, and Frank loves getting drunk from more than he probably should.
“You mind if I hang out while we eat?” Ray asks, some of his mocking edge dripping away as he takes in the intimate moment sincerely.
Generally, they don’t have many boundaries between them. Frank and Gerard have definitely had sex while Ray was in the room, and Ray regularly cuddles their boyfriend and rubs his scent all over him, so pretending like they can be normal together is probably an exercise in futility.
“Sure,” Gerard says. “I’m sure Frankie doesn’t mind, right?”
When Frank doesn’t reply, Ray comes over and lifts his head a little, taking in his blown pupils and hazy expression.
“Fuck, you got him totally scent-drunk,” Ray laughs. “I guess you really are something special.”
Gerard laughs along, even if that whole concept sort of flies right over their head. It’s pretty cute regardless. Ray must think so too if the way he is tracking Frank’s face is anything to go by.
Maybe it’s the afterglow of a fucking spectacular orgasm, or maybe Gerard is just feeling generous because Ray was nice to them earlier, but they decide it wouldn’t be so bad if Ray stayed a little longer.
“You said something about eating,” Gerard says, shivering as Ray’s heady gaze turns to them. “Better bring that tray over here, then, ‘cause I don’t think he wants to get up.”
Ray smirks, happily falling right into the game Gerard is playing. He rises from the bed.
“Can’t say I blame him.”
While his back is turned, Gerard pulls Frank’s face from their neck, which takes more force than expected.
Frank looks around, confused for a moment as to why he’s not nose-deep in Gerard’s scent before his eyes land on Ray.
“Shit,” he whispers. “How long was I–”
“Not long,” Gerard assures him. “I just wanted to know if you mind Ray hanging out for a while.”
Frank’s eyes lock in on Gerard’s, as if parsing out how serious they are about this.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“You wound me, Frankie.” Gerard giggles. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m asking if you are?”
“Yeah, I just know you can be a little…”
“What?” Gerard asks sternly, not letting him get away with trailing off.
Frank takes a deep breath, settling against Gerard’s shoulder. “A little jealous, Gee.”
All things considered, it would be hard for them to deny that after how much they enjoyed having Frank all to themself just now. That being said, the thought of Ray downstairs, probably smelling everything they were doing, definitely added something to their arousal.
“Yeah, well. Maybe I changed my mind.”