commentfic again

[mwestbelle]

I claim this entry for Frank/Gerard/Mikey VAMPIRE PORNOGRAPHY IN THE COMMENTS.

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Gerard nods, grinning despite himself. "Yeah. It probably won't take long, either. He's--" and he gestures to Mikey, who raises an eyebrow, "quicker than me. I think it's an age thing. And you're younger than him, so." He looks at Mikey thoughtfully. "What do you want to show him?"

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Mikey smiles at Gerard and strokes over his shoulder. "I want your mouth." He looks at Frank out of the corner of his eye, and his smile takes on a darker glint, a hard edge coming into his voice. "So he can see what's expected of him." He's not pushing down on Gerard's shoulder, but his hand there is firm enough that the unspoken message is clear.

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"I'll do it to him first, after, though," Gerard says, firm, because he has no intention of being unfair and he doesn't want Mikey to hurt Frank. Mikey is used to what Gerard likes and Gerard knows that, but they have to learn how things go for Frank before throwing him headlong into anything. At least, he thinks so.

He moves them until Mikey is flat on his back and hastily undoes the lacings, sliding his breeches down. He shifts downwards, taking Mikey into his mouth without hesitation, though he's entirely aware that he has an audience. Frank's eyes go wide and he swallows, staring.

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Mikey groans and arches his hips up off the bed, forcing himself deeper. He rests a hand on the back of Gerard's head, fingers entwined with his hair. He searches along the bed with the other until he finds one of Frank's, and holds onto it, running his thumb over where a pulse should be.

Frank can feel his stomach clenching and heating in that same strange way, watching Gerard's dark head between Mikey's pale thighs. It feels good even just to watch, though there's also a cut of pleasemenext that makes his insides feel hollow.

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Gerard sucks hard, tongue against the underside, and he groans himself as Mikey thrusts deeper, trying to make it feel good for Mikey and look good for Frank, watching with wide eyes. You next and he glances out of the corner of his eye at Frank, trying to convey the message.

Frank nods dumbly, unable to speak or do anything but stare, watching Gerard's concentrated expression, cheeks hollowed, and Mikey's open mouth, eyes shut tight. He doesn't have a word for the feeling from before, but it's happening again and it's almost overwhelming. He moves a curious hand to touch himself, nearly gasping aloud at the feeling of it.

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Mikey hisses and tightens his grip in Gerard's hair, hips rolling steady and shocks going through him every time he hits the back of Gerard's throat. He can hear Frank's little noises and if he had the strength to open his eyes, he's sure of what he would see.

Frank is afraid of this, because it seems like the sort of thing his mother would tell him not to think about, but he's so desperate to relieve some of that burning feeling. He tries to remember what Mikey had done and rubs a little at himself, and it feels amazing even though he isn't pushing down nearly hard enough.

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Gerard takes it easily, hand twisting in the sheets. He can hear Frank too, watching him out of the corner of his eye and god he can't wait to do this to Frank. He knows Mikey is close, they know everything about each other, and he sucks harder.

Frank blinks at the feeling and rubs harder, hips shifting and pressing into his hand. He wants more, wants to feel it more intensely but he doesn't know what to do so he just waits, watching Mikey and Gerard.

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Mikey can't think of anything he loves more at this very moment than how neatly Gerard accepts everything he gives him, and when Gerard sucks even harder, he presses down just-too-hard and comes with a choked gasp.

The look on Mikey's face makes Frank keen, high and desperate, because he just can't seem to make the same feeling Mikey gave him, and he wants it so badly. But Mikey, eyes still lidded, reaches over and slides his hand up under Frank's shirt to rest against the still-heated skin of his little belly. "Would you like Gerard to give you his mouth, Frank?"

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Frank nods frantically, shifting into the feel of Mikey's hand on his belly and even just keeping it there feels better than his own hand. "Yeah, I. Would you? Please?" He doesn't know what it's going to be like, has no idea, but if the slack-jawed pleasure on Mikey's face was any indication he wants it, bad.

Gerard nods, swallowing hard before shifting over towards Frank. He gives one last glance at Mikey to make sure he's okay, leaning in to kiss Frank's belly.

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Mikey is fine, the lazy haze of his orgasm softening his edges a little to make him forget how much he wants to use Frank's delicate little body, though he still undoes Frank's breeches quickly and perfunctorily. He slides them down, and stays close, leaving only enough room for Gerard to slip down between Frank's small thighs. He wants to watch.

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Gerard goes down, looking up at Frank to make sure he's okay before sliding his mouth over Frank, sucking lightly. Even that makes Frank gasp, eyes wide and shocked at the feeling. He slides further before coming back up, and Frank's hips buck hard. "Oh God," Frank groans, brokenly, staring at the ceiling and feeling no resistance from Gerard he thrusts forward again into the warmth of Gerard's mouth.

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Mikey leans in to kiss wetly at Frank's bare hips, boyishly plush in much the same way Gerard's are, and his lashes flutter against the underside of Frank's tummy when he rests his chin on the bed, just looking over Frank's thigh to watch Gerard's mouth soclose and knowing exactly how Frank is feeling.

It's no surprise, given Gerard's century of experience and Frank's youth, that he comes quickly, huffing out high breaths.

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When Frank can manage to speak again, he sits up a little, bracing himself on his elbows. "What should I do?" he asks, because somehow he has the sense that if they both did things for him he should do them back.

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Mikey kisses his tummy in answer, tongue flicking towards his navel. He desperately wants to use that tiny little mouth, make it bruised and shining, but he knows Gerard wouldn't approve.

"You don't have to do anything," Gerard says firmly, even though he's the only one still aching, but Frank shakes his head.

"I want to. You. You gave me everything." You fixed me, and you make me feel so good and I want to do something for both of you.

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Gerard frowns, glancing at Mikey, because while he's the only one untouched if Mikey wants Frank first he won't object. But Mikey just nods his assent and Gerard turns back to Frank. "You can--do something, if you want. If you're sure you want to. Like Mikey did to you or like I did?"

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"I can." Frank bites his lip, because what Gerard did felt so very good, just how he wants Gerard to feel, but it seemed complicated, and he's not sure he could do it right. "I can, maybe what Mikey did? If. If you tell me how." He sits up a little more, forcing Mikey to move back again, and reaches down hesitantly to press his palm against where Gerard is straining.

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Gerard's hips move toward Frank's hand automatically, and he hisses out a breath. "My, um. My breeches. Could you get them off? It's easier to do that way." And Frank is confused for a moment, because when Mikey did it that wasn't what happened, but he's sure Gerard knows what he's talking about so he reaches forward, sliding Gerard's breeches down as best as he can.

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Mikey watches with interest but doesn't make a move to interrupt. He's intrigued by the dynamics here, between Frank and Gerard, almost as much as he'd fascinated by how gorgeous they are in their contrasts (broad and everso small) and similarities (their dark hair, their softness).

And with no fabric sheathing Gerard, Frank has to stutter a little. "I. Um. My hands are. I don't know if my hands are big enough."

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Gerard looks down at them thoughtfully, and he leans forward to rest a hand on Frank's shoulder, reassuring. "It's okay, um. They don't have to go all the way around, even most of the way would work. You just kind of... move it up and down. It's easy." And it is, mostly, even though he knows he probably wasn't very good at it his first time.

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Frank is still worried about doing it right, but he decides that the longer he makes Gerard wait, the better he'll have to be to make up for it. He maybe closes his eyes when he pets at little awkwardly at the arch of Gerard, then closes a hand around him as completely as he can manage.

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It's good--it's nothing like when Mikey does it, and Gerard sucks in a sharp breath. He knows every nuance of the way Mikey moves his hand when they do this, the way he twists it just so--but this is Frank, totally unexplored territory, and even though it's a light, hesitant touch he makes an encouraging noise, trying to reassure Frank.

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Gerard certainly sounds like he's enjoying it, and Frank grips a little more firmly, sliding his hand up Gerard's length, then down again. He pauses, knuckles brushing against Gerard's body. "I. Is this right?"

"You're doing fine," Mikey assures quietly, rearranging himself to sit behind Frank, pulling him in so Frank's close and snug between his knees.

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Frank leans back against Mikey, feeling protected with Mikey wrapped around him like that, and he moves his hand faster, trying to gauge if what he's doing is working. Judging by the quiet noises Gerard is making, it is.

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Mikey fits one arm around Frank's middle, absorbing as much of his leftover heat (which will fade all too soon) as possible, and keeping him close. The protective instinct Frank raises in him is strange--though there's the desperate mine, don't touch he has with Gerard, there's something a little softer that makes him want to shelter him in a way he knows he doesn't have to do for Gerard (though he still does, to a certain extent).

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Frank curls into him, hand still moving almost reflexively, watching Gerard's face and every twitch of his expression as he rests against Mikey. He smiles, hesitant, still unsure if he's really doing this right, but when he tightens his grip Gerard lets out a low sound and pushes his hips up into Frank's hand more definitely.