commentfic again

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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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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.

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Mikey takes the invitation, licking and sucking hard so that the blood Frank took from Gerard and him rises to the surface. Frank shifts a little, already feeling warmth pooling in his stomach, especially once Gerard obeys, snuggling in tight against the both of them. Mikey continues to pet at Frank's tummy with the hand wrapped around him, fingers tracing the soft underside, and the other he uses to stroke the curve of Gerard's hip, thigh to side round and supple under his careful hand.

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After a moment Gerard shifts the three of them so they're lying on the bed, Frank on the middle on his back and Mikey and Gerard on either side. At this angle, he can see Mikey's face, look to his brother for input of what they should do next. What do you want to try?

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Mikey hums a little under his breath. He has so many ideas, beautiful pictures in his mind of how he can shape Frank and Gerard, and no idea where to start. He smiles when Frank leans his head against his chest, pulling one of Gerard's arms across his stomach. "Tired, Frankie? Or do you want to try more?"

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"More," Frank says insistently, pouting. "I'm not tired." He doesn't feel tired in the slightest, not in the way of wanting to go to sleep anyway and he wants to try everything that they do.

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Mikey runs his hand down to Frank's thigh. He's been moving rapidly towards readiness since he nested Frank between his legs, and he knows that Gerard will be ready soon--Frank, of course, needs next to no time with his youth and enthusiasm. "I think I'll take Gerard, and Frank, what would you like? A mouth again, or something new?"