*Title: Lose Control
*Rating: NC-17
*Genre: Smut, PWP
*Disclaimer: This is completely fictional. Though we wish it weren't. ;D.
*Summary: Mikey's POV. Gerard/Frank/Mikey threesome.
*A/N: Hahahaha, this gave me such a headache ... I found myself having to go back and read it over again to remember where everyone was. *headdesk*. Also, there were originally 5 parts following this one, but I ended up hating them, and I think that this is fine as a stand-alone.
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I wish I wasn’t so afraid of driving in the rain. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. We had just left the bar, Frank and Gerard very drunk in the back seat, and I the designated driver. I didn’t like getting drunk anyway. It was gross. I wasn’t a fan of vomiting. But I was surprised at Frankie. He was maybe even a little more wasted than Gerard, which was often hard to accomplish.
They were laughing in the back about something, I didn’t really want to know what, when I decided that it would be best to just stop for the night instead of continuing to drive in the ever worsening storm. So I pulled into a cheap motel to get us through the night and dragged the two drunks from the back seat and into the lobby, where I got us a room. As I was waiting for the key I heard Frankie giggling and I looked back at them. Up to no good, I assumed, but tried to ignore it and got them to the room in one piece, minus getting drenched along the way.
I walked in. It was tiny. There were two beds. I heard my brother run into the door and start to laugh, Frank stumbling in close behind. I sighed. Ignore them, Mikey, ignore them. I tried to figure out who would sleep where as I yanked my jacket off, it sticking to my skin.
“Ooo, Frankie, you’re all wet.”
I supposed I would sleep on the floor.
“Gerard, stop it …”
It would be a lot easier for someone to run to the bathroom to vomit if they could just roll off a bed anyway.
“Oh, fuck …!”
I heard the door close and Frankie giggling again. (His giggling was so infectious.) I turned to see Gerard with Frank up against the door, kissing at his neck, tugging at his shirt. Frank had his hands on Gerard’s shoulders, half-heartedly pushing the man away, his head back against the door.
I sighed inwardly. You have got to be kidding me.
I decided to try and ignore their antics, which made figuring out who slept where a hell of a lot easier, and crawled under the covers of the bed nearest the window. I watched the storm rage outside and heard my brother and his best friend fool around. When I say I heard them, I don’t mean I listened to them; there is a big difference between hearing and listening. I heard them.
I also heard them moving to the wall nearest the other bed, the light brushing sound of clothing-on-clothing, then clothing-on-skin, perhaps a shirt being pulled off, soft moaning in between hungry kisses. But I listened to them bump against the other wall and Frankie panting, moaning. I wasn’t sure I wanted to look. But I did.
Gerard had his face in the crotch of Frank’s jeans and Frank had one hand in Gerard’s hair, slowly beginning to ride his hips against it. Imaginary blowjob? Gerard licked the spot nearest his nose and apparently Frank could feel it because he groaned my brother’s name.
Frank pulled Gerard up from his current position and flopped the two of them down on the bed, Frank on top, pulling Gerard’s shirt off. I turned over, my back to them, and really concentrated on ignoring them this time. Now kissing was all I heard and the rustling of sheets. I heard my brother moan, more sheets moving. I shut my eyes tightly and shook my head. Part of me wanted to throw up a little bit, but the other …
Fuck!
I shook my head again, harder this time, attempting to chase away my arousal. This was not supposed to be turning me on.
More panting. Gerard. “Frankie …”
More kissing, moaning, Frank muttering something like, “Gerard, I want you to fuck me so hard …”
It was really strange listening to this and not seeing what was actually going on. I guess no one really knows how stupid they sound when they’re having sex or, rather, just about to.
I heard my brother giggle that time (which was never a good sign) and a whimper of frustration from Frank. “Gerard, what the hell?”
“Sshh, sshh. I think Mikey’s jealous he’s not getting any.”
Woah, woah, woah. No. Absolutely not. “I don’t want any part in this, Gerard.”
Frank laughed.
I didn’t hear anything then, which was probably the first warning of the things to come. I thought maybe they had stopped, but the hot breath on my neck and the hand creeping over my chest assured me otherwise. I turned onto my back quickly, the person taking that opportunity to remove the sheets that were covering me, straddle my hips and hold me down on the bed.
It was Gerard.
I tried to squirm free from his hold, to no avail. “Gerard, what the fuck?!”
He smirked (also never a good sign) and lowered himself onto me, his mouth at my neck, nibbling, kissing, making my breath hitch, making me want him off me. I shoved at his shoulders. “Gerard, stop!!”
He sat up and looked at Frank, sing-song-ily calling for him, “Ohh, Frankie! We’re going to need a second set of hands!”
I felt Frank grab at my wrists and position himself behind my head, holding my arms up where he was sitting. I tried to break Frank’s hold on my arms which, for a drunk man, was pretty tight. Gerard smirked again and kissed my cheek. “Now, where were we?” I jolted at the feeling of Gerard’s tongue on my jaw and felt my breathing speed up. “Gerard, stop it, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
He bit at the lobe of my ear and whispered. “You want this, Mikey.”
“No, no, I don’t!”
“Yes, yes, you do.” He started biting down to my shoulder, moving himself forward on my hips and kissed more deeply at my skin.
“Fuck! Gerard! You have no idea what you’re saying!” I suddenly felt his hand at my crotch. I bit my lip and shut my eyes, hoping it would all just go away. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want this.
He started rubbing slowly, firmly.
I bit harder. I didn’t want this!
Frank loosened his grip on my wrists, but somehow I couldn’t find the strength to do anything about it. Gerard moaned deep in his throat before whispering into my ear, “Does it feel good, Mikey?”
Fuck, it did … it did, and I didn’t want to give in to this. Everything about the thoughts, the desires, were absolutely wrong. I wanted to push him away, tell him to just go to sleep, and he would forget in an instant everything he wanted to do with me. But I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t let me. He removed his hand from its spot, at which a small whimper escaped my lungs. He brushed his fingers over my cheek and uttered a guttural, drawn out, “Relax.” I felt myself subconsciously buck my hips against Gerard’s, at which he chuckled and planted himself more firmly down on my thighs, pinning me to the bed.
“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast!” He kissed at my open lips which I hesitantly turned away from him. If there was one thing I would try to convince myself not to do, it was kiss my own brother on the lips. But that plan failed. He gently kissed the corner of my mouth, his hand cupping the opposite cheek lightly to turn my face back to his. I did my best to restrain myself, I really did, hoping that maybe I still had a chance to get out of this with only an insignificant moment of weakness, but I felt myself slowly giving in to his torture.
I nipped at his bottom lip and kissed him, softly at first, until his tongue managed to slip into my mouth and I repeated the same action. He slid his hand from my cheek to my neck, pulling me in closer before trickling his fingers down to my ribcage and pulling away from my lips.
I realize now that all of this was to get me to fall into it, to make me want it, to make me want him. I pressed my head back further into its place between Frank’s legs as Gerard started pulling my shirt over my head with a little help from the man sitting behind me. Gerard started biting at the skin on my neck, my shoulder, my chest, readjusting himself on my legs. I felt myself moan and Frank’s fingers creep into my hair as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, like he hadn’t eaten in a week, upside-down, Spiderman style, and I felt the rain in his hair drip onto my face once. And it was sexy.
Gerard’s mouth left my skin momentarily as his hands undid my belt and my pants, yanking them down just enough to run his fingers over my length. I moaned into Frank’s mouth, squirming, my chest heaving. I heard Gerard laugh. He kissed my left hip bone. I reached my hands into Frank’s hair and broke away from his lips when Gerard started stroking me up and down slowly. Frank sucked at my jaw and groped at my chest with his hands and Gerard started pumping me harder.
I panted my brother’s name, groaning, feeling myself reaching the limit, but Gerard pulled his hand away and before I could ask him why the hell he stopped, he was above me, kissing Frank, who had grabbed at my wrists again when I reached down to jerk myself off, because Gerard obviously wasn’t interested in finishing the job he started. I was still panting, “Gerard, don’t … please …” He leaned over and kissed me, silencing me.
He pulled away and whispered, “Do me a favor?” before biting at Frank’s chest, making him moan. I knew what my brother wanted me to do and, honestly in that moment, I didn’t care. I scooted myself up slightly and started hastily undoing my brother’s jeans. I heard him moan and put his hand in my hair, pulling me against his stomach. I kissed it obediently and pulled down his pants. He was already hard. I kissed his waist before taking him into my mouth slowly.
I felt him stiffen and he groaned my name. Both his hands were in my hair now, directing me, and I grazed my teeth over him. He moaned and I felt him thrust into my mouth and I put my hands on his hips to hold him still as I sucked him off. I teasingly pulled my mouth away from him, even though his hands were urging otherwise and so were the noises he was making, running my tongue across him one last time. I wrapped my fingers delicately around his cock and started to stroke it quickly, his hands scraping their way down to my shoulder blades and my teeth digging into his neck.
I felt Frankie’s hands creep around to my chest as he started planting kisses and an occasional nibble down my spine, groaning softly. He wanted some too. And I wanted some Frankie. I let go of my brother and he swore something about putting my hand back where it was. I brushed my cheek against his, whispering, “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast.”
I felt Frankie’s lips moving up my back and his hands moving down my front and he turned me around and pulled me on top of him. I moaned and kissed him roughly. I grinded my hips down onto his, making him say my name in a high whimpering voice and put his hand on my neck, pulling more of me into his mouth. He must have removed his jeans earlier while Gerard and I were … er … busy, because I didn’t remember him having them off. And I was the sober one, so I could defend my case.
I sucked at his neck and he tossed his head back, breathing heavily into the air, his nails nearly embedded in my skin. And I hadn’t even really gotten started yet. But I figured that both of us had so much pent up desire at this point, we just really needed to get it out. Gerard would do this to us, I decided.
I rolled over, taking Frankie with me and he really could have convinced me he was starving because it was the second time he kissed me like he was. I decided then that where Gerard was coy and sexy, Frank was dirty and sexy, and I liked it. I felt him stop breathing for a moment and I tilted my head back, craning my neck and letting him devour it, seeing my brother positioning himself behind Frank, kissing up his spine. Gerard reached forward and yanked Frankie’s head back by his hair, then held his hand out in front of him. Frank took Gerard’s hand and spread its fingers, running his tongue slowly along my brother’s palm, at which I assumed they were not prepared for this sort of thing.
Frankie licked under my chin and I pulled him back onto my lips, tugging at his hair. I didn’t want to watch my brother lubricate himself, personally, especially with Frank’s saliva. I felt Frankie’s breath hitch and he groaned slightly into my mouth, which he broke away from soon after and his face was against mine and he was making this half-whimpering half-moaning noise and it was the hottest fucking thing ever, and when his rubbing against the side of my face became more rhythmic it confirmed my suspicions of what exactly was going on back there. I don’t know whose hand it was that grabbed at my erection (I assumed it was my brother’s), but they started jerking us off, me and Frank, in time with Gerard’s own movements.
I panted out Frankie’s name and put my hand in his hair as he half-whimpered half-moaned into my ear and the pace of the hand quickened. I tossed my head back, listening to Gerard’s audibly labored breathing. I felt Frank stiffen and I felt a stickiness on my stomach and the hand slowed, perhaps assuming both of us were done, which was completely untrue. I grabbed at Gerard’s wrist and guided his hand quickly over my cock and heard him moan as he watched me get myself off. My jaw hung slack when I gave one last whimper of pleasure, almost in sync with Gerard’s, and came onto his fingers. My body went limp and I caught my breath as Frank kind of dropped to the side and moaned contentedly. A moment went by and I felt my brother creep up in between us and yank at the ruined covers to pull them over the three of us.
I shut my eyes and caught my breath, feeling the warmth radiating from Gerard as he snuggled up against me, drunk off his ass, but entirely pleased with the situation, giving my shoulder a short kiss and a satisfied sigh. A slight emptiness took its place in my stomach when he leaned up to my ear and breathed, “I love you, Mikey.” I didn’t say anything back, because what was I supposed to say to that? I ignored him and he kind of rolled over and muttered something to Frankie before I fell off into much needed sleep.
Verified by Chibi 8/29/08 |
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