Linchpin: Mikey/Frank/Pete 2/2
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turpsWhen they get back, Mikey hands the tray of drinks over to Bob and looks around for Frank.
"He's gone with Ray, said he'll be back soon," Bob says, and he plucks his frappuccino free.
"He didn't say where?"
Bob takes a drink, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks, then says, "He said a lot of things, I stopped listening after the first ten."
"Right." Mikey grabs his own coffee and sits, well aware that Bob will have listened to every word, and if Mikey pressed, would know exactly where Frank is. But Mikey doesn't press. What he does is take advantage of this time and space. Finding his laptop, he logs on, and looks for the nearest hotel, because Mikey has a plan.
Okay, it's not an elaborate plan, but it is a plan. Him, Frank, and Pete alone in a hotel room for the evening. The next venue is a short drive away, so they won't be leaving until late the next day. Therefore, there is ample time for them to come to some resolutions about what they mean to each other, if they have the privacy to do it.
After finding a hotel and making a reservation, Mikey texts the details to both Pete and the still-missing Frank. Jiggling his silent phone from hand to hand, Mikey decides to fuck waiting for replies, and sets about finding a ride to the hotel.
Mikey is in the midst of negotiating with a tech with access to a car when his phone buzzes. Surreptitiously looking at it, he sees it's from Pete and says, "c u there." His heart jumps and he smiles. The tech stutters to a stop with his protestations and blushes in response. Mikey looks at him and smiles wider. He so has a ride.
By the time Mikey has checked into the hotel, he still hasn’t heard from Frank. He goes up to the room, and leaves his duffel bag by the door. He got a room with a king sized bed instead of two doubles, and it looks big and inviting. And also very there. No doubting what this room is going to be used for. If Frank ever answers his texts, that is.
Mikey takes out his phone and double checks for new messages. There is nothing.
Restless, he wanders around the room, checking it out. He opens the minibar and looks at the beverages available. There is beer if anyone needs some encouragement, but he’s hoping no one does. He wants this night to be memorable for all of them, and not just another drunken dare. He twitches the drapes aside and peers through the glass. The room is on the eighth floor, but the view is just over the parking lot and highway. He shrugs; they’re not here for the view.
He sits on the bed, but jumps up almost immediately. He’s too keyed up to sit still. He desperately wants this to work and he’s afraid that Frank has changed his mind. He reminds himself that Frank was totally on board this afternoon, but it doesn’t loosen the knot in his stomach. Frank’s had a lot of time to think since then. And Pete has been suspiciously quiet since his one message also. Usually Mikey gets five to ten messages from him in the course of an evening; now, nothing.
He takes his phone out again and checks it. Still nothing. He glares at it fruitlessly and then, before he can stop himself, he texts both Pete and Frank again this time with the room number.
Hopefully that will prompt them into action.
Left with nothing to do, Mikey paces the room. He pulls back the cover on the bed, hoping it looks inviting, then smooths it back, worrying it appears too forward. When it's made once more, cover and pillows arranged just so, he goes to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. He takes a quick shower. Afterward he doesn't bother to dress up, not really, just adds a new layer of eye liner and changes his t-shirt and jeans. He looks at his watch and then runs his hands over his hair, wishing he'd brought his straighteners. Not that it matters, both Frank and Pete have seen him look less than his best, but still. Mikey wants to look good and he leans in close to the mirror, putting his glasses on the counter as he examines his liner for smudges before using his finger to carefully blend the line.
Which is of course when someone knocks.
Already keyed up, Mikey jerks upward, jabbing himself in the eye with his finger, which hurts and he's blinking hard when he scrabbles for his glasses, putting them on as the person continues to knock.
Unable to wait, Mikey doesn't look through the peep hole before opening the door, and his heart leaps when he's faced with Frank, holding a tray of takeout coffees which he thrusts towards Mikey with a frown.
"Here, are you crying?" Frank steps forward, the tray of coffees a barrier between them as he examines Mikey's face. "Tell me you don't get all sensitive with sex. I thought Gee was bad enough with his speech about expressing loving emotions and taking joy in an act which shows respect and devotion, because really, hearing it is bad enough, actually seeing it, it'll take some getting used to, not that I'm saying it's wrong to cry during sex. I mean, sex is fucking good, awesome in fact, the best. Just, if you cry can you look away because I might laugh and..."
The thing with Frank is he talks when he's nervous. Taking control of the situation, Mikey slaps his hand over Frank's mouth. "Shush. I'm not crying."
Frank steps back, nipping at the tips of Mikey's fingers as he does so. "Well good, because crying during sex? Kind of lame."
"You just said it was okay," Mikey points out.
"Well yeah, that's when I thought it had something to do with getting me laid."
Which is fair enough, and Mikey steps to the side so Frank can come into the room. Shutting the door, he puts the tray of coffees on the dresser and looks at Frank, who's staring at the bed like it's something he's never seen before.
"You brought me coffee."
"I did," Frank says. "Bob suggested flowers, the sarcastic bastard, but I thought, coffee. You like it, and I imagine Pete does too.
"He does," Mikey says, and he moves so he's standing close to Frank. "But you didn't have to, all you needed to bring was yourself."
Frank doesn't reply, just looks at Mikey for the longest time, until, eventually, "I really want to kiss you right now."
"Then do it."
"What about Pete?"
"He'll catch up."
Frank looks at the door, then back at Mikey, says softly, "Okay." Reaching up, he curls his hand around Mikey's neck, tugging gently until Mikey bends slightly, until his mouth is just brushing Frank's, no pressure yet, just that maddening sensation of touch. "I've been waiting forever for this, Mikey Way."
Frank increases the pressure then, deepens the kiss as he licks into Mikey's mouth, his hand against Mikey's neck, holding him still as if he expects Mikey to run away. Which Mikey has no intention of doing, not when their bodies are pressed so close together and Frank nips at Mikey's bottom lip, a sting of pain that he soothes by running his tongue over the same spot.
It's a wonderful kiss, and Mikey's close to giving up all control, pushing things on because the need to touch Frank is almost overwhelming, but Mikey holds on, aware that something, someone is missing.
It's then that there's a knock at the door.
Relief floods through Mikey. He breaks the kiss and grins at Frank, who is grinning back. Another knock sounds and Mikey releases Frank and bounds to the door and opens it to Pete.
Pete has changed to a new hoodie and tight jeans and his hair is carefully styled. He’s wearing eye liner as well, but a thicker line than Mikey’s. He looks amazing, and Mikey's breath catches. Pete's looking at him in concern though. "Are you crying?" he asks as pushes into the room, dropping his backpack by the bed. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your second text, but Patrick was insistent on best friend time and blah, blah, blah, did I know what I was getting myself into and what were your intentions, and he hit me every time he thought my attention was wandering. That dude has a seriously sharp elbow."
Pete finally pauses for breath and looks at Mikey expectantly.
Mikey rolls his eyes and says, "For the last time, I haven't been crying. I don't cry during sex, and I'm not some emotional, delicate flower. Can we lay off now?"
Frank and Pete smirk at each other, and Mikey huffs and crosses his arms.
"So we started without you. A little hello kiss," Frank says.
Pete frowns. "You guys didn't arrive together?"
Shaking his head, Frank says, "No, Mikey and Gerard had some brotherly time, and I had some personal business to take care of. I just got here."
Pete raises his eyebrows at Mikey, and Mikey shrugs. He doesn't know what personal business Frank had to take care of either.
Continuing, Frank says, "So I was thinking I owe you a hello kiss as well." He slinks up to Pete and slings one arm around his shoulders, nuzzling along Pete's jawline. Mikey can hear him murmur, "You smell good." Then they're kissing and Mikey can't take his eyes off them. He keeps on wondering if he will feel jealous when he's left out, but it never happens. He just feels turned on and joyful. Somehow, he knows they haven’t forgotten about him, so he enjoys the sight unburdened.
They break apart, Pete licking his lips and looking deep into Frank’s eyes. He must be reassured by what he sees there because he suddenly grins wide and devilishly. He says, “Your turn, Mikey Way.”
It’s his turn to do some slinking, but there is more bounce in his step which ruins the sexiness a little. Mikey can’t help smirking at him. Pete grins back and simply tugs on Mikey’s belt loops until they're flush together. They’ve been in similar situations before, in a hotel room about to have sex, so Mikey suspects Pete finds that aspect reassuring. Pete leans up and brushes his lips against Mikey’s, just light touches at first. He does smell good and Mikey gasps to take more of the smell in. Pete takes advantage of his open mouth to flicker his tongue into Mikey’s mouth and drag it out along Mikey’s bottom lip.
Mikey’s had enough teasing, and he holds Pete’s head steady as he kisses Pete deeply and with a lot of tongue. Pete moans and Mikey opens his eyes to see Pete caught up in the moment with his eyes closed, and also Frank out of the corner of his eye, adjusting himself.
He breaks the kiss and says, “There should be a lot more nakedness here.”
Something flickers in Frank’s eyes, but before Mikey can comment on it, it's gone and Frank is ripping his shirt over his head.
In an impressively short amount of time, Frank's kicked his sneakers to the side of the room and wiggled out of his jeans, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxers, he starts to pull them down, then stops when he realizes that both Mikey and Pete are standing, watching, neither making an attempt to take off their own clothes.
"Hello, naked time," Frank says. "Clothes off, now."
"Demanding little fucker, isn't he?" Pete says, which makes Mikey laugh, because while Frank is demanding, so's Pete, just in a different way.
"There's nothing demanding about wanting what you've been promised." Frank looks at Mikey, at Pete, and a lifetime of friendship means Mikey knows Frank's about to pounce, and he's ready when Frank suddenly jumps, leaping straight at Mikey. Still, with the force of his leap, they go down hard, landing in a heap on the bed. Before Mikey has time to draw breath, Frank's scrambling up until he's straddling Mikey's thighs. Grinning wide, he looks over his shoulder at Pete. "Want to help get him naked?"
"Of course."
Resigned, Mikey lies still as Pete moves to the side of the bed and bends down so he can give Mikey an upside down kiss, his nose pressing against Mikey's chin.
"His t-shirt needs to be off."
Mikey looks along the line of his body, taking in how Frank's sitting back on his own heels, watching every move Pete makes, and while this wasn't in his original plan, Mikey's prepared to be flexible, sensing Frank needs to be the one in control right now. Not that Mikey minds, not at all.
"Mikey, put your arms above your head."
When Mikey does as he says, Frank inhales sharply, as if he hadn't expected Mikey to obey. Enjoying the reaction, Mikey stretches his arms as far as he can, knowing that it's making his t-shirt ride up, leaving a tempting expanse of skin.
"Good. Good, Pete, take his t-shirt off, slowly."
Knees braced on either side of Mikey's head, Pete leans forward and takes hold of the hem of Mikey's t-shirt, and starts to slowly pull it up. Helping, Mikey arches his back, eyes fluttering closed when he feels Frank rest his palm on the flat of Mikey's stomach and keep it there, a reminder that Frank's just there as Pete eases off Mikey's t-shirt and follows that by taking off his hat. Dropping them both to the floor, Pete nips at Mikey's ear lobe and says, "Glasses, on or off?"
Normally Mikey would say off, it's easier that way, less chance of them breaking or having them cut into his nose with a mistimed kiss, but tonight's not about being flipped on his front, or pushed against a wall, it's about touch and exploration and the first steps of something new, and for that Mikey needs to see.
"Leave them."
"Good choice," Pete says, and runs his fingers along the line of Mikey's collarbone, all the time looking at Frank. "You should take off his pants, see if he's going commando, he does that sometimes."
"Right," Frank says, and he looks down, his hair falling into his face as he unfastens Mikey's belt buckle, tugging it open before undoing the top button and zip. When they're open Mikey expects Frank to pull at his pants, has started to push himself up when Frank shakes his head and places both of his hands along the curve of Mikey's hipbones, keeping him pressed against the bed.
It's the gentlest of touches, but it feels like fire, and Mikey's breathing hard as Pete gasps, says, "Fuck, you two."
Mikey resettles onto the bed as Frank pats his hip and says, “Good boy.”
Frank parts Mikey’s trousers as far as they will go, and with only his fingertips lightly traces Mikey’s erection through his underwear. The touch is barely there, but Mikey still shudders. Almost conversationally Frank says, “I’ve never been with a guy before, you know. Macking on Gerard on stage isn’t quite the same thing.”
Mikey had suspected, but he hadn’t known. Before he can say anything, Frank pats his hip and Mikey instinctively lifts them and Frank finally starts tugging his pants down.
Never at a loss for words the way Mikey so often is, Pete says, “We’ll be gentle.” There is a leer in his voice and when Mikey looks up at him, he’s got a cheesy smirk on his face.
Frank snorts. “Fuck gentle. I just wanted to be clear.” Frank leaves Mikey’s boxers on. He then looks at Mikey with a small smile and says, “It seems only fair for you to help me strip Pete.”
Pete says, “It’s about time! My dick is suffocating in these pants.”
Frank giggles and Mikey laughs as Frank scrambles off Mikey, allowing him up. With a sideways look to Mikey, which Mikey knows instantly means, “let’s pounce on Pete together,” they both tackle Pete and bang him into the headboard. He goes down with a yell and a laugh of his own.
They manhandle Pete onto his back, tickling him all the while. Pete’s squirming body is making Mikey hard and his erection is beginning to tent his boxers. When he surreptitiously looks over, he’s relieved to notice that Frank isn’t unaffected either.
Moving from tickling to stroking, Frank slides his hands up Pete’s sides taking Pete’s t-shirt with his hands. Frank is unusually focused and quiet, looking right into Pete’s eyes. Pete takes big, calming breaths and stares right back. Mikey, on the other side of Pete’s chest can just watch them breathlessly. Frank says, “Up,” and Pete lifts his arms and shoulders from the bed, allowing Frank to remove his shirt and hoodie in one go. Once they're wrapped around Pete’s hands, Frank stops, trapping Pete. He leans down and kisses Pete, almost sweetly. Pete lies there pliant and accepting, except for his eager mouth.
And, huh.
Mikey and Pete never did any bondage type things, and he never suspected this aspect of Pete’s personality. Pete has always been a demanding little bugger when they had sex. He files it away for later. This isn’t the right time for it, but he certainly isn’t going to forget it. He suspects Frank won’t either.
Frank breaks the kiss and finishes removing the shirt. Pete leaves his arms thrown over his head. “You want the honor of freeing his suffocating cock, Mikey?”
It’s Mikey’s turn to snort, but he moves to straddle Pete’s thighs and toys with Pete’s button fly jeans, stroking the buttons. Pete moans and Mikey can feel the bulge of his cock; he is quite hard. Pete says, “Stop torturing me, already. I’ll make it worth your while.”
They grin at each other and Mikey starts flicking the buttons, one by one.
"Pete likes to go fast," Mikey says conversationally, deliberately lingering over the last button. "Not that I mind. Sometimes that's exactly what I need, to be held down and fucked so hard that all I can do is take it. Sometimes though, sometimes slow is good."
"Fuck slow," Pete says, pushing up against Mikey.
If Mikey were cruel he'd slow even further, but he's not, even though the temptation is there. Sliding his thumbs between Pete's jeans and skin, Mikey strokes gently and then starts to wiggle down Pete's legs; says, "Up." Pete arches his back, giving Mikey enough room that he can grab hold of the waistband of the jeans, pulling them down until they're bunched around Pete's thighs. Which isn't an ideal position but it does leave Pete's cock exposed, hard and just there and Mikey's leaning in, hands against the bed.
There's something about sucking cock that Mikey loves, the feel and taste, the intimacy of having someone so close. Building up he teases with the faintest touch of his tongue, running it over the head of Pete's cock then away. He repeats the touch, lingering longer this time, pressure increased that little bit more, over then down, away, no rhythm at all, just random flickers of touch as Pete squirms and pushes up against Mikey's tongue, wanting more.
"Mikey," Pete says, half warning, half plea.
It's the signal Mikey's been waiting for. A last lick with his tongue and Mikey tightens his lips around Pete's cock and slides his mouth down, sucking all the time, until he feels the hit at the back of his throat.
"Fuck, yeah."
Mikey's not sure who's talking, the words so strangled it could be either Frank or Pete, not that it matters. All that does matter is the way that Pete's trembling in an effort to stay still and Mikey slowly pulls back, keeping up the suction all the while, then stops, the tip of Pete's cock in his mouth. Mikey hesitates briefly, just enough that he knows he's driving Pete insane, then sinks back down, faster this time, building up the pace.
Which stutters when he feels Frank touch his back, tentative at first, but quickly becoming more sure, as he uses his fingers to trace along Mikey's spine, the callouses on his fingers dragging against soft skin.
"You should finger-fuck him, he likes that."
Pete's voice is rougher than usual, but still sure, which isn't surprising, because talking is something Pete excels at, and right now he's setting a scene, his words as effective a tool as Mikey's mouth.
"Once, I finger-fucked him for hours, just me and him in my bunk and he couldn't move, just had to lie there and keep still. You should have seen him, knee up and face pressed against my pillow, the curve of his back, the sounds he made as I added another finger."
Mikey can remember that night, the sounds of Patrick and Joe talking in the kitchen, how hot it was, how dark, sweat sliding down his face, dampening behind his knees, how Pete lay stretched along Mikey's body, almost too heavy, only moving his hand. The squelch of lube as he added more, always keeping Mikey just this side of climax until he had to clench at the sheets with his hands.
"You should do that, get him ready with your fingers. Not for hours though, we can't hold on that long, not today."
Somehow Mikey keeps his own rhythm, keeps sucking as Frank moves his hand and shifts on the bed, making the mattress dip slightly as he must lean over the side. There's a click then, the lid being taken off the lube, then Pete is pulling away, and Mikey looks at him, confused.
"I want to watch, and don't want my dick bitten off," Pete says, grinning.
"Point," Mikey says, because it's not like he's an expert at threesomes, and while maybe he could suck and be finger-fucked at the same time, maybe it's best to go slow.
Squirming back, Pete kneels up then sits on the side of the bed, palming his own cock once before pushing down his jeans and kicking them to the floor.
"You want this?"
Mikey turns his head toward Frank, who's crawled up beside him, looking eager and well-kissed, but there's also a question there, and Mikey knows he needs to give this last permission, before they move to a point of no return.
"I want it." To emphasize his answer Mikey kisses Frank, hard, then takes Frank's hand. Turning it, he grabs the lube, squeezing it over Frank's fingers, hoping his point is made.
Frank grins and wiggles his fingers, says, "Good."
Frank says, “Take off your boxers,” and Mikey hurries to comply. He doesn’t make a show of it, he isn’t Pete after all, but he does notice the way Frank’s eyes watch him avidly anyway. Mikey's dick hardens more and he is panting by the time he is shaking his boxers off his foot.
He begins to roll over, but Frank says, “Stop,” and he freezes. Questioning, he looks over his shoulder at Frank, who is biting his lip. “I want to see your face. Lie on your back.” Mikey rolls the other way and onto his back again. He’d do anything for Frank. With the lube-free hand, Frank grips one of his feet firmly and lifts it, bringing it to his shoulder. Mikey flexes his toes rubbing them against Frank’s muscles and lets his knee splay out.
He knows he is on display, but it's Frank so he doesn't feel self-conscious. Frank is looking at his groin with deep concentration. He would laugh, if he wasn't so turned on by it. Frank reaches out slowly and drags his fingertips slowly up the length of Mikey's cock. Mikey shudders but holds still otherwise. Adding to the intensity of the moment, Pete says, “You two are killing me.”
Mikey glances over at Pete, who is still kneeling next to them and stroking his cock. He's watching Mikey's groin just as avidly as Frank. Mikey wonders when he became the center of it all and then calls himself a fool. Of course he is their linchpin. Frank and Pete still have a ways to go in order to mean as much to each other as they mean to Mikey. Mikey knows deep in his bones that they will get there, but in the meantime he'll do his best to keep them focused on the three of them. Mikey asks, “I thought you were going to finger-fuck me?”
Frank says, “Yeah, yeah, I'm getting there. Just getting used to the territory.” He smiles up at Mikey and shoots a glance to Pete.
Pete just grins back. “Hey. I'm admiring the view too. I've only gotten Mikey to hold still under me that once. You wouldn't think it, but he tends to be a pushy bitch in bed.”
Frank snorts. “I would so think it. Mikey isn't afraid to get what he wants.” Frank's fingers have drifted down by this point in the conversation. Two of the fingers coated with lube are circling Mikey's hole, and Mikey can't stop himself from arching into it, trying to get more. Frank looks startled when he moves, but then smiles wide. “You really do like this.” His fingertip slips inside to the first knuckle. Mikey squirms at the sudden intensity of feeling. Frank is killing him with how slowly he's progressing.
Pushing in more deeply, Frank isn't tentative anymore. Mikey sighs and relaxes into the touch, undulating with the thrust of Frank's finger. It's good, great even, but Mikey wants more. He loves the stretch and full feeling he gets when it's multiple fingers, all agile and wicked. But he doesn't want to rush Frank, so he settles into the motion and says nothing. Pete is smirking at him when he glances over, but he can't call him on it without rushing Frank. Instead he just sticks his tongue out at Pete and Pete says, “Careful, you might not get that back next time.”
Just then, Frank pushes in a second finger and Mikey can't hold back his groan. This is what he's talking about. Pete laughs and even Frank's face loses its concentrated look for a second and he grins. Pete says, “Now the show will really start.”
Mikey wants to give him the finger, but Frank hasn't stopped moving his fingers and he can already feel his body moving and his hands are clenched in the bedsheets. Luckily he loves Pete partly because he is an asshole. Frank speeds up and Mikey is lost.
Head pushed back against the pillow, Mikey gasps for breath, pulling in air. He digs his heel firmly into the bed and moves his hips, meeting each thrust of Frank's fingers.
"Fuck, Mikey."
Mikey turns his head slightly and looks at Pete, who's staring at Frank's hand, the way his fingers are slick with lube as he pulls them from Mikey's body and then pushes them back in, adding a twist that makes Mikey arch and dig his toes into Frank's shoulder.
"Sorry," Mikey gasps, and he shivers when Pete reaches out and runs his hand over Mikey's inner thigh.
"I wish you could see yourself," Pete says, and he keeps stroking, switching his gaze from Frank's hand to Mikey's face. "You look obscene."
"I don't..." Frank twists his fingers again and Mikey's words are lost in a strangled groan, deliberately he suspects, and he'd glare at Frank if it didn't feel so good.
"You're like everything I ever wanted, laid out in front of me," Pete says. "Things like this don't happen to people like me."
Normally Mikey's careful of Pete's insecurities, but right now isn't the time for careful and he reaches out and grabs hold of Pete's upper arm, pulling him forward. "They are happening to you, they'll continue to happen to you."
"Buildings burn, people die..."
"...but real love is forever," Mikey interrupts, smiling slightly. "I know, now get down there and suck me."
"As you wish," Pete says, and he grins as he knee walks to the side so he's close to Frank. "Mikey says I have to suck him."
"So I hear." Frank's still moving his hand, but slower now, experimenting with angles as he crooks his finger, looking delighted when he causes Mikey to gasp. "Should I be memorizing movie quotes too? Like, is it a thing?"
"It's not a requirement or anything," Pete says. "But he likes them, too many movies when he was a kid I think."
"I can see that, how about Gimme some sugar, baby?"
"How about suck my dick or I'm going to kick you in the head?" Mikey says levelly, because seriously, this isn't the time for details.
"I think he's getting impatient." Frank grins, big and bright. "You'd better get to it."
"I've a better idea," Pete says then, and he leans in, whispering in Frank's ear.
Curious, Mikey wants to know what Pete's saying that's making Frank look so serious. It doesn't take long to find out. They start kissing, a deep kiss, Pete's hands in Frank's hair and then they're pulling apart and leaning down and Mikey shifts his foot from Frank's shoulder to the bed, barely having time to take a breath before they're running their tongues over his cock, matching their speed, a slow drag before their mouths meet. Frank doesn't hesitate at all, even though it is his first taste of cock, but he was always a daring little fucker. It's one of the things Mikey loves best about him and about Pete. There is the briefest of kisses before they repeat the action and Mikey looks along his body, seeing their heads together, working in sync to drive him insane.
Which shouldn't take long, because their rhythm is perfect, and Mikey's close, his legs shaking when Pete pulls back, says, "I think you should fuck him now."
Which is something Mikey agrees with, and he runs his fingers over the fading red marks on Frank's shoulder. "You should. I want you to."
"I can do that," Frank says and he traps Mikey's hand with his own. "Condoms?"
"Here." Pete is leaning to one side, reaching for something on the floor. When he straightens he's holding a thick foil packet which he lets unroll, revealing a long line of condom wrappers. "I like to be prepared."
"So I see," Frank says, and he tears off one of the packets, holding it between two fingers. "You sure? This is the point of no return."
Mikey laughs. "You've had your fingers up my ass and just sucked my dick with Pete; we passed that point a while ago."
"Sure, it's been all good fun up to now, but I tend to obsess about the people I fuck. We can't go back to just friends if you change your mind about this afterwards."
Mikey knows he should have expected more insecurity, this is a big step for the three of them, but he is surprised by Frank's words. He struggles up to a sitting position and reaches out to cup Frank's face. "Hey. I know, all right? And I'm more than okay being the object of your obsession. You've been the object of mine for so long now it'll be a relief having the tables turned." He kisses Frank sweetly and is relieved when Frank closes his eyes and kisses back.
Afterwards Frank turns to Pete and says, "And are you okay with this? We may not have the foundation that Mikey and I have, but it'll be true for you too."
Mikey is glad to see Frank include Pete without any prompting from him. It shows that Frank is as on board with the three of them as a unit as he is. Besides, Pete had looked a little forlorn sitting quietly off to the side while he and Frank had their moment. Pete should never sit quietly. It's unnatural.
Pete's face blossoms into one of his broad grins as he says, "I know all about obsession. Obsession and me are old friends. I can take it if you can take it in return."
"Oh, I can take anything you can dish out."
"Do you really want to throw down as to who's more obsessive? Because if you do, I gotta warn you, I have years of failed therapy backing me up."
Grinning at each other, Frank pulls Pete into a kiss, this one more of a battle than the one he had exchanged with Mikey, but they break apart laughing and Mikey laughs with them.
Frank says, "Now I'm ready for some fucking."
Laughing harder, Pete says, "So put the condom on and get to it, some of us have been waiting forever to see it."
Spreading his legs again as Frank rolls on the condom, Mikey and Frank shuffle into position as Pete settles in next to Mikey. Mikey lets Frank lift his legs onto Frank's shoulders and he curls them slightly so that the stretch isn't that bad. Frank slides in with a firm stroke, and they moan in unison. Frank's eyes are closed and his face is scrunched in concentration as he begins thrusting and Mikey feels burningly alive. Mikey turns to Pete and demands, "Kiss me."
Surging forward, Pete complies and their tongues tangle as Frank speeds up. Mikey's arousal had ebbed when they were talking, but it returns full throttle now. He loses the rhythm of the kiss on a broken moan and Pete, always a step ahead, slides down and begins licking at Mikey's nipple. It is a tight fit with Frank pushing Mikey's leg into his head on every thrust, but Pete seems uncaring.
It causes a circuit of feeling to circle through Mikey's body from his ass to his nipple and back again. Unable to control his movements, Mikey's head begins thrashing back and forth as he moans continuously now. Over the roaring rush in his own body, he can hear Frank cursing and feel Pete press in tighter against him and all of it ratchets his coming orgasm higher.
Sensation cresting to the feel of Frank's thrusts, each one timed to perfection, the heat of Pete's mouth and the way he's got his hand curled over Mikey's hip, more cradling than a hold and this moment has been building all day -- longer even -- and as good as it feels, the pleasure of being fucked so hard and so well is enriched by being with two people he loves so deeply.
"I'm close..." Mikey starts to warn, his words cut off when Pete immediately slides even further down, kissing as far as he can physically go. Then he stops, resting his head against Mikey's stomach, his breath warm pants of air against Mikey's skin, and it's yet more sensation to deal with and Mikey's legs are trembling with the effort to hang on and enjoy this as long as he can.
Something that's made impossible when Pete shifts his hand so he can wrap his fingers around Mikey's cock and runs his thumb over the head once, before beginning to stroke, the movements shallow as Frank begins to thrust harder, twisting his hips slightly as he increases the pace even more and all Mikey can do is lie back and take it, eyes half closed as he takes in how Frank's mouth is slightly open, his lip ring glistening. How Pete's hair is so dark against the paleness of Mikey's skin.
Which is when Pete turns, his expression serious as he looks at Mikey, neither breaking eye-contact until Mikey says, "Come here."
Pete does, retaking his original position near Mikey's head, lying along the bed, his body solid and hot and just there as they begin to kiss. The last thing Mikey sees before he closes his eyes is Frank reaching out and resting his hand against Pete's side. They're connected in a way that already feels solid and Mikey gives himself up to the heat that burns through his body, his kisses stuttering as he gasps for air, his cries and gasps taken in by Pete's mouth, and Pete's holding on, one hand between Mikey's head and the headboard of the bed, the other still on Mikey's cock as Frank pushes Mikey to the edge.
It's a relief when Mikey gives in, allowing the feelings to sweep over him as Pete kisses Mikey deeply, licking into his mouth before he pulls back and rolls slightly on his side and lifts his hand with a last slick slide of his fingers. Almost frantic, Pete starts pulling on his own cock, his hand moving like a blur. Mikey says, "No, wait, let me." and tries to make his noodle arms work, but only manages to hit Pete's hand and knock it off his cock. They both reach for it at the same time and grapple with each other, until they settle down with Pete's hand wrapped around Mikey's.
Pete groans and starts pumping again. Mikey feels Frank thrust extra hard and breathlessly he says, "Come on, Pete. Just imagine the way Mikey looked displayed for us."
Pete groans again and arches off the bed as he comes hard. Afterwards, always the performer, Pete brings his hand to his mouth and licks at his palm then moves on to his fingers, sucking on the first before he stops and offers his hand to Frank.
"Jesus, fuck, Pete." Frank's still thrusting, his movements almost frantic as he takes hold of Pete's hand, holding on to the wrist as he sucks at two fingers, and tasting what has to be a combination of both Mikey and Pete. Frank keeps sucking, his cheeks hollowed and flushed. It's one of the hottest things Mikey has ever seen and he can't help himself, has to push himself up onto his elbow and reach down his own body, pressing the tips of his fingers against the place where Frank's cock is pushing into his body.
"You won't hurt me," Mikey says, easing his fingers in the tiniest amount, and Pete draws back his hand as Frank moans, a strand of hair clinging to his face as he snaps his hips forward and Mikey urges him on, says. "That's it, fuck me harder, as hard as you can. Make me feel it, Frankie." And Frank does, the last of his control stripped away, until, finally, he stiffens, his whole body still.
It's minutes later when Frank says, "Mikey." Frank's panting and he pushes back his bangs as he opens his eyes. "Mikey, are you..."
"I'm fine, better than fine," Mikey interrupts, and he is. Right now he feels amazing, loved and desired as Frank pulls out and takes off the condom, tying it up. When it looks like he's about to get off the bed, Pete grabs hold of his hand.
"Stay."
"I should throw this away, and I'm gross." But Frank doesn't move, just stays kneeling between Mikey's spread legs.
"We're all gross," Mikey says, and he winces a little as he straightens his legs before bending his knee so he can run his toes over Frank's side. "We can shower later, come lie down."
Frank looks at Mikey. "Promise?"
"Promise," Mikey says, and pats the bed on both sides. "Come and lie next to me. I'm getting a chill."
"Such a delicate princess, you all indulge him too much," Pete says, but he's grinning as he lies so he's close to Mikey's side.
"We do," Frank agrees, throwing the condom into the trash as he lies against Mikey's other side. "It's a bad habit we need to break."
Mikey says nothing. Just smiles.
They cuddle and Mikey doses off for a few minutes, feeling warm and replete. He blinks his eyes open when Frank tries to shift away though, and manages a, "Hmmm?"
"I'm gross. I'll be back after a shower."
Pete says, "Mikey told me about your cleanliness kink, but I didn't believe him." His smirk can probably be seen from space.
Frank ineffectually swats at Pete and says, "Fuck you."
"Anytime." Pete says it with a grin, but Mikey can hear the seriousness underlying it. He wants to grin too, he's so happy, but he looks to Frank to see if he understands all that Pete is offering as well.
"Yeah, yeah, maybe after you and Mikey deflower my ass."
They all laugh at that.
Frank goes into the bathroom and Mikey hears the shower turn on. He curls into Pete and closes his eyes again. He tries to drift off but he can feel Pete thinking and possibly worrying, so he can't. Finally, he opens his eyes and props his head up on one hand. "What's up?"
Pete looks guilty. "Nothing. Go back to sleep."
"I can't when you're thinking at me."
"I'll stop."
"Pete." Mikey looks at Pete calmly. Pete might joke with Frank about Mikey being the baby of the band, but he knows how to get what he wants and getting Pete to talk is a simple thing on that scale.
Biting his lip, Pete says, "I'm just wondering how this is all going to work. I mean, it makes sense for you and Frank. You're in the same band and you're on the same schedule. I don't see why you really need me."
"We need you because you're Pete. The rest is just logistics. We'll make it work. We'll move out to L.A. if we have to."
"Frank might have something to say about that."
From the doorway of the bathroom, clad only in a towel, Frank says, "Frank might have something to say about what?"
Mikey says, "Pete is worried that we aren't serious about him. I said we would move out to L.A. if things became too hard to manage otherwise."
Before Mikey can even begin to worry about Frank's reaction, he says, "Totally. New Jersey will always be home, but with, well," Frank pauses and looks at the ground, scuffing his feet, before continuing. "Jamia there and everything. I'm ready for a change of scenery."
Wanting to hug Frank, Mikey says, "Come here."
With a small smile, Frank says, "No way. You're still all gross."
"Would you really move out to L.A. for me?" Pete sounds flabbergasted.
Both Mikey and Frank say, "Duh." They laugh at each other and then Frank does come over to the bed. He leans down and kisses Pete chastely. "You're worth it."
Pete says, "But I'm not worth getting back into bed for?" He then tugs on Franks towel and cackles when it comes undone and Frank ineffectually tries to yank it back.
Frank mock scowls at him before winking at Mikey and saying,"To hell with it." Jumping onto the bed, Frank squashes himself in between Mikey and Pete and throws his arms around both of their shoulders. "There's no place I'd rather be than in bed with you two smelly asses."
Mikey and Pete protest their smelliness and attack Frank in conjunction, but it is an ineffectual attack because they are laughing too hard. Mikey has never been happier. This is so going to work.
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Date: 2009-06-13 08:17 pm (UTC)That was brilliant. Amazing. Gorgeous. Touching. And HOT.
Cheers! :-)
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Date: 2009-06-15 04:55 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked <3
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Date: 2009-06-15 03:58 pm (UTC)I'm glad. Thank you for reading <3
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Date: 2009-06-15 03:59 pm (UTC)For reading and especially taking the time to comment.
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Date: 2009-06-15 08:26 pm (UTC)This was amazing. All the little details like Frank's cleanliness kink and Mikey's reaction to Pete's submissiveness when his shirt and hoodie were trapping his arms and Mikey just knowing he could bring the three of them together and make it work and... so many things.
Please tell me you're going to do a sequel where they deflower Frank. Please???
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Date: 2009-06-16 12:09 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your comment! Right now we don't have plans to deflower Frank, we're sort of toying with a Mikey Way/Spencer Reid (of Criminal Minds) story, but you never know. Frank does need to be deflowered in the worst way.
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Date: 2009-06-16 01:44 pm (UTC)Mikey so knew what he wanted, and went out and got it. He was determined like that.
Thank you so much for such a lovely comment, and while we're not planning on that sequel, I'm sure you can come up with some delicious mental images when Mikey and Pete have their wicked ways with him ;)
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Date: 2009-06-16 01:48 pm (UTC)the ways in which Pete and Frank are similar and can connect but also the ways Mikey complements each of them and is necessary as a balancing influence
Yes! That! I love when people pick up on what you're saying. It makes me so happy.
Andy's comment about polyamory is one of my favourite moments. When I got that part back from
Thank you for such an awesome comment <3
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Date: 2009-06-16 11:58 am (UTC)Happiness is yummy threesomes. ^_____^
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Date: 2009-06-16 12:13 pm (UTC)Happiness is awesome threesomes.
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Date: 2009-06-16 01:51 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked, it's a story we love a lot, so it's lovely to see other people enjoyed too.
Next time I see you I'll have to put a tuna burger in your bed in thanks ;)
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Date: 2009-06-16 05:14 pm (UTC)But it wasn't just Beyond Hot, it was always touching and just gorgeous. I loved how quiet it all was, because that's how Mikey is, right? Definitely intense in the way he goes for what he wants, but still quietly, with that subtle way of his. Loved the guys' dynamics, Mikey and Pete's, Mikey and Frank's, plus the three of them, obviously, but also the rest of MCR as well as FOB. You could really tell they're a family and I just loved how tight and sweet they all are to one another - the bestfriend!talk and the brotherly!talk, just loved it all.
And then there's the issues they all have, the needs and wants and insecurities... it's all there and they all take care of each other and just - I loved it, I can't be more clear than this :-)
Great job, you two! ♥ ♥
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Date: 2009-06-17 08:05 am (UTC)Your comment! You get everything we tried to show, the way they all loved one another, but in different way, and how that extended to the others, the rest of MCR and FOB, all of whom are important.
Thank you!
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Date: 2009-06-17 08:36 am (UTC)That's what I like best with you and your writing - ok, one of the things I like best, I guess - how your kinks are my kinks :-)
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Date: 2009-06-17 10:44 am (UTC)And it was supposed to be hot, but you are right, we were shooting for more in how they fit together and how Mikey could see the possibilities clearly.
I'm so happy you enjoyed the story so much!
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Date: 2009-06-20 09:12 pm (UTC)You made me want more of this pairing, ugh.
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Date: 2009-06-21 06:40 pm (UTC)IT made us want more of the threesome too. Unfortunately, I don't know of any more out there.
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Date: 2009-06-22 12:03 pm (UTC)And man, I know what you mean, there needs to be more of those three!
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Date: 2009-07-01 07:04 am (UTC)Sweet, hot and comfortable is a lovely description. When we started this we wanted a story that was fun and easy, with no angst. I mean, sure, that may happen later. But for now they're very happy.
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Date: 2009-07-01 10:22 am (UTC)I love the dynamic at the end too. Everyone throwing their all into it.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
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