mwestbelle

Frank tries to remember what felt good when Mikey did it to him, but that was with his breeches still on and still a haze of hotyes to him. He bites his lip, twisting his hand again on the upstroke when Gerard's hips stutter. He smiles, childishly pleased at his discovery. Mikey laughs a little, lips pressed against the top of Frank's head, feeling warm in a way different from desperate heat in your stomach at the sight of the boys, his boys.