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Title: The Bachelor Party
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, SLASH, PWP
Disclaimer: Everything written here is pure fantasy
Summary: Queenie, don’t hate me, k? <333
It HAD to be done though. And I hope you guys like.

I looked over to my best friend, his eyes shining and happy. He cradled his beer in between his legs and listened intently as my brother, ever the talker, was making some kind of toast to his happiness. Inwardly, I groaned. He really did like to hear himself talk. But this wasn’t really about my brother. The truth of the matter was, my best friend was getting married in just one more day. While I could understand this was a joyous occasion, I, myself was married this time about a year ago, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy course through my veins. I shook it off as my spending so much time with him that was making me utterly possessive. Gerard raised his glass of sparkling cider, FINALLY, and I raised my own glass of red bull. Frank grinned and hugged my brother, while Ray mumbled something about bringing on the stripper.

I disappeared before she even arrived, escaping into the rear bedroom of the expensive suite rented especially for that weekend and closing the door. I deposited the glass of energy drink onto the dresser and sat down on the plush mattress. My ass felt like it was sinking into a perfectly molded place made just for me. With a deep sigh I fell back, letting my head hit and covering my face with my hands.

What in the fuck was wrong with me? And why couldn’t I get him out of my head? I growled in frustration. Maybe I just needed to talk to my wife. Alicia would make it all better, I decided. Talking to her would make all these fuzzy thoughts and crazy feelings go away. At least I hoped it would.

I pulled my sidekick from my pocket and began to send her a message. I knew I’d have to wait a few minutes for her response, so I lie back on the bed, bunching one of the soft pillows underneath my head. I closed my eyes, and abruptly opened them. All I could see was him. I squeezed them shut with a sigh, wishing Frank would just get out of my head and when I opened them back up, he was there looking down on me with his childish grin, his bright eyes reflecting off of the light in the room.

“Hi, Mikey Way!” He giggled.

He was just about fucking drunk. I groaned and closed my eyes again, “Hi buddy. Having fun?” I asked him.

“I’m having a blast!” Frank grinned, getting comfortable beside me. Frank stretched, lifting his arms and placing them under his head for support. And he was still grinning at me,
“What’s the matter Mikey Way?” He asked, staring me in the eyes. I felt my stomach quiver and suddenly I felt warm all over.

“Nothing, Frankie. I’m fine.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Are you sure? You don’t look fine my friend. I mean… You look…” Frank trailed off and took a lock of my hair in between his fingers. I held my breath and bit my lip. He looked down at me, and I stared up at him. “You look… absolutely gorgeous Mikey Way.”

“Wh-what?” I sputtered. I had no idea what else to do? Wait… Had I heard him right?

Frank’s face got serious. He pressed his lips together before he answered. “I said you’re gorgeous Mikey. And I love you.”

“I l-love you too Frankie…” I continued to stutter. Just like that, the man had turned my brain to a puddle of mush. I glanced down at my feet, and all of a sudden he was cupping my chin and turning my face to his.

“No. I love you Mikey.” He confessed breathlessly.

I gulped and bit down on my bottom lip hard, deciding to play dumb. He was obviously intoxicated. I couldn’t allow myself to get excited over anything he told me at the moment.

“Frankie. You’re drunk. And you’re missing your stripper.” I groaned, lightly pushing his hand away. He pouted, looking hurt.

“Fucking stripper… I’m not an idiot Mikey. I know what I’m saying.” He said gruffly, then adding more softly, “And I mean it. I really do.”

I cast my head down to the floor. This was all very, very confusing. I’d never felt for another man the way I felt for Frank. And I knew I didn’t want to. I just wanted him. I had no idea where these feelings came from either, because I loved my wife dearly.

“I know. It’s hard to believe. Or understand.” Frank went on, “But…”

“No,” I replied, watching his face for a reaction. “I understand. I-I love you too and I don’t know where these feelings came from…” I trailed off. Not a split second passed before he was pressing his mouth to mine and I swear I felt little jolts of electricity surge through my insides.

“We don’t need to know Mikes. It’s just this way… And there’s nothing we can do to stop it.” He told me, caressing my cheek with the rear of his hand. I couldn’t find any words suitable to respond to that with, so I just leaned forward and kissed him again. Frank giggled against my mouth and slid me his tongue. I let out a groan as we kissed like we were both starving and watched the opposite devour the last piece of chocolate cake.

Frank’s hands wildly delved into my hair while one of my hands awkwardly rested on his hips.

“I-I don’t know what I’m doing Frank…” I whispered as we released each other to catch our breath.

“I don’t either Mikes. But we’ll just… go with it.” He replied, dropping light kisses all over my face, chin and neck.

Was I really about to do this? And just how far were we going to go?

Just then I realized Frank was sucking my neck and rubbing my thigh. I knew it was too late to turn back. My cock twitched and I began to panic. Was this wrong? I’m a man! I like chicks! I love my wife! But I couldn’t stop. I asked myself in my head, who are you willing to die for? For whom are you really willing to leave this earth to keep alive in your place?

The answer was simple: Donna. Don. Gerard. Alicia…

And Frank.

From then on there was no hesitation, only deep kisses and loving caresses.Our tongues battled wildly as out t-shirts came off so swiftly I can barely remember.

“I love you…I love you.” Frank whispered. I replied in the same manner, nibbling his ear and watching him squirm.

We finished undressing hastily, our lips barely parting, and I forgot all about the festivities downstairs. They were probably too preoccupied with the pretty little stripper down there anyway. I climbed onto the bed, bringing Frankie with me, brushing my lips over every expanse of his skin that I could reach. He did the same, breathing labored and hissing when we got close enough for our cocks to rub. It felt funny. Of course it did because I’d never had another man’s dick against my own before, but then again, maybe because it felt so good.

The more I thought about this. The more I knew how much I loved him. Because there is no way in HELL I could even conceive doing this with anyone else. My body tingled as we explored each other, my fingers trailing over his chest and down his stomach, his fingers following my movements on my own body. I only stopped looking into his eyes when my fingers reached his pelvis, tracing along his hairs and gently wrapping around his cock.

Frank moaned, and reciprocated the action. We smiled at each other before starting to kiss again slowly. I pumped him up and down slowly, taking care as if I were masturbating myself, making his moans grow louder.

“M-mikey…” He stuttered, squeezing my cock in his own hand.

Hearing how much I was turning him on turned me on more. Just like with my wife.

I released his mouth and went back to nibbling and sucking his neck, as he did the same to me. My breath hitched in my throat and I thrust into his hand at his pace, slowly.

Sweet fucking torture.

We sat there, on our knees, exquisitely close, jerking each other off. I moaned and felt my body jerk every time the soft, satiny tip of his dick rubbed against mine. Frank began to thrust and work his hips wildly, and I assumed he was close to his orgasm. I knew I was going to get off watching that. I jerked him a little harder, before pulling back and flicking my tongue across his hardened nipples.

“Mikey...” He groaned, speeding up his wrist motions. I hissed and moaned like a whore, whimpering when Frank bit down on my shoulder.

“Frank!” I mumbled, trying to keep from crying out.

He didn’t try at all.

Frank moaned loudly and let out a strangled cry as he reached his peak, stiffening into my hand and emptying all over my fingers.

I panted as he kept working on my erection relentlessly. But it wouldn’t come. Until he tried something else…

I grunted as Frank released me, hard and aching, and kissed my lips, whispering he loved me again. “Stay there.” He instructed as I began to move. That’s when he slid down my body and into place between my legs.

“Oh fuck holy shit!” I couldn’t muffle my moans as he took the tip of me into his mouth, sucking it slowly like he was trying to figure out what he was doing.”Oh, Frankie, no. You don’t have to…”
“Shhh!” He whispered and continued, moving his mouth and lips up and down on me slowly. I choked back another whimper and grunted, working my hips to him and threading my fingers through his hair. He kept on going, only pulling me out when I started to come in spurts across his chest. He sat back and grinned at me.

“You’re too adorable when you’re coming.” He panted. I chuckled and kissed him again, deeply and passionately. We hugged tenderly when the kiss ended, and I inhaled his scent, the faint cigarette and soap smell I’d become accustomed to. The both of us spent an extra minute just watching the other’s facial expression. I could see the love he had for me in his eyes. And I knew he could see mine too.

As much as we loved each other, I knew he’d be getting married tomorrow afternoon, and he knew I’d go home to my wife. Would this happen again? I can’t answer that. Who knew it would happen today after all? But at least now we knew…

There was no unfufilled feeling or emptiness gnawing at the back of my mind now. I was complete, the love of my wife and Frank completing me.

Forever.
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