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“That’s, that’s kind of a weird thing to be jealous of.”
“Okay, fuck you,” Mikey chuckled lightly as he sighed. “I didn’t say I was jealous.”
“Doesn’t mean you weren’t,” Frank eyed him, a grin creeping onto his face.
“Doesn’t mean you aren’t still jealous either.”
The two were sidetracked on a trip down memory lane, reminiscing about the days of the Projekt Revolution tour. Mikey sat on the couch as Frank stood in the kitchen, leaning against the wall. Humorous anecdotes had long been traded for speculation around the nature of Frank’s antics on stage, specifically, his antics with Gerard.
“You were all over G. Rubbing your everything on him and traumatizing those poor Linkin Park fans. You would literally hump him, Frankie, like you were a fucking dog.”
Mikey spat venom with each word and was only met with that shit-eating grin on Frank’s face. He seemed to be getting closer and closer to bursting out in a fit of laughter as Mikey’s tangent went on. Frank knew the stage antics were just that, but seeing Mikey so passionate brought him a sadistic sense of comfort. Mikey knew Frank was his, and he had no interest in sharing.
“Don’t even get me started on the kiss,” Mikey’s eyes lit up before he slammed them shut in frustration. “Seriously, it was getting to be a little much.” He cupped his hands over his mouth as his eyes fluttered open, leaning forward and looking in every direction possible other than Frank’s.
“Come on, Mikes,” Frank pleaded playfully, slumping down beside Mikey on the couch. “Prison’s the gayest song in our discography, the kiss just made sense.”
“Besides, he came up to me,” Frank gestured to himself, grin stretching wider as Mikey’s frustration began to falter. “I wasn’t ‘all over’ shit.”
Mikey remained silent, waiting cautiously before he said or did something he could regret. Frank’s infectious grin began to hack away at Mikey’s now feigned frustration, prying his lips apart ever so slightly.
“I felt like a cuck, Frankie,” He chuckled, his comment not entirely a joke but humorous enough to lighten the mood. “And my own brother of all people? Way to make a guy feel special.”
Frank dragged himself out of his seat and stood before Mikey. He peered down at him as Mikey leaned back, slightly parting his legs with a smirk.
“Oh, how could you ever forgive me?” He cried out mockingly, tossing his head back and dragging out his words.
“Do you want a turn or something?”
The room went dead silent. Frank covered his entire face to conceal the stupid, giddy smile stretched over it. Mikey looked down, a hand lazily draped over his mouth as the other slowly, pensively stroked his thigh. Of course, he ‘wanted a turn,’ he just didn’t know if he was desperate enough to ask for it. Saying yes would only confirm Frank’s suspicion that Mikey was, in fact, jealous of his erotic enhancements to each show.
Before Mikey got the chance to respond, Frank carefully, intentionally dropped to his knees. He looked up at Mikey, his eyes beaming with provocative intensity.
He knew the answer.
“You’re getting all worked up over some stage gay,” Frank said, his voice low and his gaze fixed on Mikey. “You think you can handle the real thing?”
Mikey grinned at his remark, leaning forward to meet Frank’s line of vision.
“Frankie,” he breathed, his eyes fluttering down the other’s face.
Mikey’s gaze met Frank’s eyes, then the red tinge in his cheeks, then his lips, then down to his hands, which began to creep up Mikey’s own legs. Frank lifted himself into Mikey’s lap, immediately burying his face in the crook of Mikey’s neck.
“How badly do you want it?” Frank murmured, his lips still pressed against Mikey’s skin.
Mikey sighed heavily, heat pooling in his core as Frank slowly pressed up against him. His lips traveled up to Mikey’s ear, hovering over his skin. Frank nibbled on Mikey’s earlobe before slowly tugging it down, eliciting a frustrated whine out of him.
“Use your words, Mikey,” Frank whispered in his ear, his lips just barely grazing it. “Tell me how badly you want me.”
“I need you, Frankie,” Mikey whined, his head falling back as his face burned bright red. “I need you so fuckin’ bad.”
“Good boy,” Frank whispered in Mikey’s ear, his voice low and intentional. “That’s what I thought.”
Frank grinded ploddingly, achingly slow against Mikey’s hard on. Incoherent expletives and pleas spilled from Mikey’s lips; the friction alone sent him reeling and made him desperate for more. Frank reached down between the two of them, palming his own growing erection through his jeans.
“Control yourself, Mikey,” Frank teased as his lips parted into a smile. “I can’t fuck you through my clothes.” He undid his jeans before haphazardly kicking them off and onto the ground.
Mikey grinned and bit his bottom lip as he removed his own clothing, tipping his head back down to look Frank in his eyes. Frank pinned him down onto the couch, holding a firm grip on Mikey’s wrist with one hand as he playfully toyed with the waistband of his boxers. He dug his hand in Mikey’s boxers and used his thumb to spread the precum, which had long been spilling out, down the base of his length.
“You drive me crazy, Frankie,” Mikey moaned, his mouth hanging open as he looked down at Frank stroking him. “I wanna feel you so bad.”
Frank pulled his own boxers down, his leaking cock springing free. He took his hand off of Mikey’s length and reached for his face. His fingers traced a line from Mikey’s jaw down to his lips, still parted and pulsating as he whimpered. Mikey would beg for more if he had to; whatever he needed to do to get Frank’s hands wrapped back around his cock, he would do it.
Frank reached his fingers into Mikey’s mouth, and nearly flinched as Mikey immediately hollowed out his cheeks to suck on them. Mikey swirled his tongue around the ink-ridden digits and never once broke eye contact.
“Exactly what that mouth’s for,” Frank joked, his cock beginning to throb with lustful desire. He wanted nothing more than to shove his length down Mikey’s throat, just to feel that desperate warmth wrapped around him, but Frank knew Mikey deserved better than that. Mikey reached down to stroke his own length before Frank reached to stop him, pulling his soaked fingers out of Mikey’s mouth.
“Frank Iero,” Mikey breathed, his tone whiny and needy. “You’re killing me.”
Frank pinched the bottom of his shirt and lifted it to his mouth, securing it between his front teeth before leaning over Mikey. Frank leaned over him, enough for both of their cocks to be pressed flush against each other. Mikey unintentionally jerked into the contact, rutting his hips up to graze his length against Frank, which made the younger man smile giddily. Frank then took his soaked fingers and reached down for Mikey’s entrance, watching the disbelief plague his face.
“You’re kidding,” Mikey said, his voice no higher than a whisper.
Frank gave a hum of approval before weaving the fingers of his supporting hand into Mikey’s, his hand lazily slacking against the couch cushion.
Frank traced sporadic, convoluted shapes around Mikey’s entrance, his movements eliciting little huffs and whimpers out of him. He chuckled to himself as he watched Mikey squirm and wriggle beneath him. His merciless teasing was all build up to his exceptional apology for messing with him for all of ProRev. Frank pictured all of the little glares Mikey tossed him on stage, the scowl he wore whenever Frank got entirely too intimate with Gerard for all of those hundreds of people to see. It was all a sick way to get into Mikey’s head, his own unusual method of showing Mikey just what he was in for. Frank still had no idea why exactly Gerard went along with it, but that was the least of his concerns. The whole act, messing with Gerard, bending himself over speakers, chewing on condoms, was a ploy to keep Mikey’s attention hooked on him no matter what.
“Playing with you’s so much fun, Mikes,” he murmured, low enough for Mikey to ignore if he chose. “You clearly wouldn’t know that, though. So sensitive.”
“So tight,” Frank whispered.
“Tell me how bad you want me,” Frank said, louder this time.
“Fuck me now,” Mikey cried out immediately, the deprivation hanging off of each word. “Your fingers, your cock, your tongue, an object, whatever.”
“I want you to fill me up. I’ve been waiting so long for you, and you’ve been,” He paused his whiny tangent to breathe, his chest heaving. “You’ve been fucking around with me for months. Come on, Frankie.”
Frank leaned in close enough to feel Mikey’s stifled breath against his face. He felt his cock twitch, something which could have been entirely in his head due to the lack of a reaction from Mikey. He peppered kisses along Mikey’s jaw up to his ear, pausing to nibble and tug on his earlobe before whispering.
“It was always you, Mikey.” Frank crept a finger inside of him, feeling his cheeks burn as Mikey let out a pornographic moan. “It was all about you.”
Frank thrusted in and out, curling his finger the way Mikey loved. He inserted another finger and relished in the louder, heavier moan Mikey let out. He reached down to stroke himself again before Frank tapped his length against Mikey’s finger. He rutted against his fingertips and tried his hardest not to whimper into Mikey’s ear, fighting out the words “touch me too” in messy breaths.
Mikey wrapped his fingers around Frank’s cock as well, and fought the natural urge to drain his balls over both of them as Frank’s shameless moans flooded his ears. His pace was moderate, as moderate as it could be while Frank was working him apart with his fingers from the inside.
Frank pressed his lips high up against Mikey’s ear, sucking and biting at the skin enough to leave an obnoxious bruise. Mikey’s moans and pleas were like music to his ears, only spurring him on to keep fucking the fist that gripped both of them. The friction had Frank’s vision going white, rutting against both Mikey’s fingers and his cock.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he struggled to vocalize. “Just like that, don’t stop.”
Instead, Mikey stroked the two of them faster. He tried to simultaneously lower himself onto Frank’s faltering fingers while also jerking himself up into his own hand, which gave him an overwhelming high when all combined. Mikey was a moaning mess, crying out every obscene thing that came to mind while also begging for more. His words were hardly coherent as his climax crept closer and closer.
Mikey stroked as fast as he could, the stinging burn of his wrist a tolerable condition for the immense pleasure that he felt coursing through his body. Frank’s whimpers of how he was “such a good boy” and “doing so well” only spurred him on to keep going.
Mikey stroked his length until he couldn’t any longer. He spilled his warm, sticky load all over himself, coating his stomach and fingers as his hand fell languidly on top of him.
Frank pulled himself out of Mikey and stroked himself at a rapid, needy pace. He kneeled over Mikey as his head fell back, his eyes slamming shut and his jaw hanging open lazily. The light accentuated his neck, his frame, and the tattoos that littered his entire body. Frank was a work that was meant to be seen and savored by only Mikey. In that moment, nothing else mattered; nothing else existed. Frank and Mikey were the only two human beings present, and no kind of stage banter could have ruined that moment.
Mikey held himself up on his elbows, his mouth hanging open as Frank came all over him with one last wanton groan. His load landed all over Mikey’s face; some on his cheeks and in his mouth, and some dripping down his chin and onto his shirt.
“Fuck,” Frank huffed, lowering himself to be within Mikey’s line of vision. He grabbed Mikey’s chin, gently pulling him in for a closer inspection.
“Fucked out looks good on you,” he joked, the smile lingering on his face.
Mikey swatted his hand away, not fast enough since Frank was able to pull him in. Frank closed the gap between them, kissing Mikey like he was starving. He licked his own cum off of Mikey’s lips, the heat from his flushed cheeks radiating between them. Frank eventually let him go and just watched him, soaking in the bliss that left them both in comfortable silence.
“You forgive me now?” Frank asked him, grinning cheekily.
“Fuck off,” Mikey sighed, giving him a look that made it clear he was hardly upset in the first place.