commentfic again

[mwestbelle]

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

Please sit back and enjoy as thelemic and I astound and amaze you with our insane love/lust for commentficcing.

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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.

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And Mikey could offer advice, whisper soft in Frank's ear just how to leave Gerard wanting and breathless, but he doesn't. He just strokes his fingers absentmindedly over Frank's tummy and watches the clean slide of his brother's body flushed with stolen blood through Frank's stubby little fingers. Frank is surprised to catch slickness when his thumb slips over the head and he blinks up at Gerard. Is that supposed to happen?

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Gerard catches Frank's confused look and nods, smiling reassuringly and intending to say as much, but he gasps instead, pushing up into Frank's hand. "It's good," he manages after a moment, and Frank twists his hand experimentally, looking down at his hand with a thoughtful expression.

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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.

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"Frank, I'm going to come," Gerard says weakly after a moment, hips pushing up desperately one last time. But Frank doesn't know what he means exactly, and so he doesn't know to pull away when Gerard does (after what seems like years of buildup) and he stares, fascinated. "Did I do that?"

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"Mmm." Mikey hums his assent, since Gerard looks more than a little dazed from waiting for his end, and drops his head to kiss softly at Frank's neck, where the bitemarks have already disappeared. He licks a little under Frank's ear, petting through his hair with his free hand. "Good boy."

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Frank grins sunnily at the endearment, stretching his neck to the side to give Mikey more room to lick (or to bite down again, like he did before) and he grabs Gerard's hand, trying to pull him into a hug from the other side. He wants to have the comfort of both of their notwarmth on either side of him, sandwiching him.