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Frank should’ve known better when Gerard had put the blanket over them. Unfortunately, he didn’t, and now in the middle of their weekly horror movie marathon with Ray and Mikey in front of their portable television; Gerard’s hand is slowly rubbing over his crotch, and Frank is becoming wetter by the second.
“Gee,” Frank says in a whisper. “Gee they’re in the same room as us.”
“Mm,” Gerard mutters back. “We can stop if you want.” his hand squeezes Frank’s pussy and it’s all Frank can do to not moan. “Didn’t think so,” Gerard grins evilly.
“Are your hands clean?” Frank asks.
“I just washed them!”
“Guys shut up, this is the good part,” Mikey says without turning around.
There’s a moment of silence before Frank whispers in Gerard’s ear: “Fuck me on your fingers and see if he finds out.”
Gerard grins and works the button on Frank’s jeans one handedly, and sticks his hand down his underwear unceremoniously. His fingers softly stroke Frank’s cunt, and he bites his lip and tries to keep his hips from bucking up into Gerard’s hand.
The zombies on the screen begin attacking the main characters and the movie suddenly gets very loud, so Frank allows a small gasp to fall from his lips.
“Oh you like that,” Gerard growls as his fingers start thrusting into him. Frank nods, his lip trapped between his teeth. “Too scared to use your words, baby?” Frank leans his head back into the couch as a response, still staring at the screen where two of the remaining survivors had been turned into zombies. Gerard moves his head down and sucks a mark on Frank’s neck.
“C’mon!” Ray shouts at the screen. “C’mon you survived before! You can do better than that!”
“Chop his legs off!” Mikey chucks popcorn at the television. “Chop them!”
“Next time,” Gerard growls as he thrusts deeper, “I’ll have you sitting on top of me, and grind into you so much that all you’ll want, all you’ll need, all you’ll think of is my cock.” He finds Frank’s G-spot and twists his fingers in a certain way, causing Frank’s hips to buck up uncontrollably. Gerard puts his other hand around him, on Frank’s left hip, and holds it in place. “Maybe I’ll even manage to fuck you while they’re not paying attention. Do you think you could stay quiet when I put my dick in your tight little cunt?” A tiny whimper escapes Frank, the loud screaming covering it up perfectly.
The smaller man feels teeth on his earlobe and his boyfriend’s tongue caressing his piercing. “Come for me Frankie,” the older man hisses. Gerard rubs Frank’s clit with his thumb and Frank comes as the lead stabs the lead zombie with a scream, biting his lip so hard he tastes blood.
“Good boy,” Gerard croons in a whisper. “Very good boy.” Frank collapses against Gerard’s shoulder, sweating through his sweatshirt. Gerard kisses all over the side of his face, pulling his hand out of Frank’s pants and wiping it on one of the paper towels that just so happens to be next to them on the couch.
“You planned for this, didn’t you?” Frank asks as the final battle on the television dies down.
“Maybe,” is all Gerard says in response.
As the credits begin rolling, Mikey turns around. “I really don’t want to know what you two were doing under the blanket, but next time please don’t fuck during movie night.”
“And why do you think we were doing anything of the sort?” Gerard asks with mock innocence. “How dare you accuse me of fucking my wonderful boyfriend with my own brother in the room!”
Mikey raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. “Are you finished with the dramatics?”
“Me? Never.” Gerard grins, and Frank decides that it’s time for them to make a gracious exit before they start throwing pillows at each other.
“Ok, bedtime for Bonzo,” he says, slipping out from the blanket and beginning to pull Gerard with him. “I’m going to get him home before he starts trying to fuck me on Mikey’s bed just to piss him off,” he says to Ray.
“Good idea,” Ray smirks and puts a hand on Mikey’s shoulder before he can try to chase Gerard out.
Frank pushes Gerard out into the hall and calls over his shoulder, “Same time next week?”
“Sounds good!” Ray calls back cheerfully.
“It’s a date! Oh, and Mikey,” Frank, having successfully shoved Gerard out the door, turns around and makes a big show of zipping up his fly before shutting the door and running down the hall with a laughing boyfriend in tow.