Technicalities
Title: Technicalities
Author:![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
blackroses
Pairing: Bob/Frank
Rating: Adult
POV: 3rd
Beta:immortal_lights
Summary: Frank is messing around and Bob decides now's the time to try and get one of his fantasy's ticked off the list before their tour ends.
Warnings: Tea bagging, sex
Disclaimer: Just a figment of my twisted imagination. If you think this is real I can give you the name of a good psychiatrist.
Dedications:antontobias86, shadow_hive & fastbetty31
“Well, at least I wasn’t cheating on my girlfriend at the fucking time!” Gerard screams at his brother.
“Don’t you fucking dare, you fucking well know that Alicia and I have an open relationship. Why don’t you go and get laid? You know she’s fucking Kitty or are you really that stupid.?” Mikey shoots back, slamming the door between the lounge area and the rest of the bus.
Bob looks up at Frank, who’s just walked in past the arguing brothers.
“How’d the ‘my boyfriend broke my heart worse than yours did’ argument start again?” he asks.
Frank shrugs, throwing a packet of Cheeto’s to Bob and plonks down on the sofa next to Ray.
“I don’t know, but I’d wish they’d just fuck one another and be done with it.”
“Frank!” Bob shouts, not quite believing what Frank’s just said.
“What? They fight like they’re lovers, not brothers,” Frank says, innocent look on his face.
“Frank,” Bob warns. It’s a taboo subject among them. There’s not many of those but the Way brothers’ relationship is one of them.
“You know they had a foursome when Gerard was with Eliza,” Frank says, pushing the subject. Frank likes to gossip and he knows he can’t gossip about this with anyone else.
“Frank!” Bob growls. Frank drops the subject and pouts. Bob honestly doesn’t understand how that all happened, and he had asked Mikey about it once. Mikey shrugged it off like it was all normal. Bob never asked Mikey anything about his sex life ever again.
“What are you playing?” Frank asks, getting his nose in between Ray and his DS. Ray slaps him across the head.
“Pokemon,” Ray says dismissively.
He goes back to playing the game as Frank stretches out on the sofa, laying his legs across Ray’s and Bob’s laps.
“I can’t wait for this to be over,” Frank says, stretching out further. Ray gives up, shutting off the game. When Frank gets like this, he needs to be the center of attention. “Only two more weeks to go and I get to go home to my wife and shag her senseless for a week,” Frank continues.
“Only a week?” Ray asks.
“Leathermouth, dude. Back on the road, playing the smaller venues. Just like old times.” Frank smiles. He misses the smaller venues, the old times when the music was much more of an intimate experience.
“Tell me about it. First thing I’m going to do is, find my old gay bar, pick up two guys and get myself thoroughly roasted,” Bob responds.
Frank sits bolt upright. “Bob!”
“What? It’s all right for you lot, you’ve all got committed relationships. I’ve got nothing. I haven’t been laid in months,” Bob sighs. “You all can call up your wives or girlfriends if you need a booty call.”
“Oh come on, it’s not like we haven’t heard you getting it on with Matt,” Frank shoots back. Bob’s face reddens and he pushes Frank’s legs off him, causing the smaller man to tumble to the floor with a yelp.
“He’s cute and available. So sue me.” Bob crosses his arms and Ray laughs.
Frank stands up and starts making a kissy face. “Bob and Matt sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G.”
Frank ducks as Bob throws a cushion at him.
“Look, if you really want cock,” Frank’s hands move to his pants and begin undoing them. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Ray gets up. “Okay boys, you can have this room to yourselves.”
Frank turns around to face Ray, cock hanging out of his pants and shakes it.
“Awwww, come on Ray! How’d you know you won’t like it if you haven’t tried it?”
Ray backs up, hands out. “No, thanks. Really, no.”
“Oh Ray, I want you,” Frank says in a lusty voice, following a retreating Ray around the small room to the sound of Bob’s laughter.
“Fuck off, Frank!” Ray opens the door, walking out. Bob and Frank both laugh.
“I think Ray sometimes hates being the only straight man in the village,” Frank says, sitting down next to Bob.
“Only when you wave your cock in his face,” Bob chuckles. “You gonna put yourself away sometime tonight?”
Frank grins, wicked glint in his eye. “Why? Is it turning you on?”
Bob blushes again. “No, I just don’t want your ugly cock in my line of vision.”
Frank pouts. “It’s not ugly. Jamia tells me it’s the most beautiful cock she’s ever seen.” He waves his hands around enthusiastically.
“Seen a lot of cocks, has she?” Bob retorts.
Frank puts on a mock shocked face. “Did you just call my wife a slut?”
Bob suppresses a grin. “She’s had more cock than me.”
Frank pounces, climbing on top of Bob and rubbing his genitals in the drummer’s face.
“Like that, do ya? Ooooh, you dirty slut.” Frank teases. He knows Bob doesn’t really mean it. He really wishes Ray hadn’t retreated from the room already, Ray would be squirming uncomfortably right now. Then Bob opens his mouth and sucks on Frank’s balls.
“Oh, fuck.” Frank’s caught off guard by the sudden jolt of pleasure. Frank stops moving, letting Bob roll him around in his mouth. He can feel himself getting hard as Bob sucks on his balls gently, closing his eyes and moaning softly.
“Stop, Bob,” Frank pants. If Bob doesn’t stop, Frank thinks he might just lose control. He values his friendship with Bob far too much to fuck it up with meaningless sex. Bob stops as Frank climbs off him, sitting up.
“Why’d you tell me to stop?” Bob asks. He knows Frank was enjoying himself. The erection sticking out of Frank’s pants is more than enough proof.
Frank searches for a good reason. “Because I’m fucking married, Bob.”
He knows as soon as he’s said it, that it’s a pathetic excuse. Everyone knows that their relationship isn’t exclusive. “And you’re my friend. I don’t want to fuck that up,” Frank blurts out the honest answer.
Bob sits, leaning back, obvious erection in his jeans.
“I’m horny, you’re horny. I don’t see the problem here,” Bob says, heart pounding in his chest. He has wanted to have sex with Frank for so long, he can hardly believe it might actually happen.
The grin is creeping across Frank’s face before he has a chance to say it.
“But would you still respect me in the morning?” Frank laughs. He’s always had an inappropriate sense of humor. He knows he shouldn’t laugh, but he can’t help it.
Bob says, smiling, “One way to find out,” and unbuttons his jeans.
One less fantasy to tick off the list, Frank thinks and shakes his head.
“It’s just not practical. There’s no lube and no condoms in here,” Frank gestures around the room, “and I’m not going back out there with those two.”
Frank can still hear Gerard and Mikey fighting, even though it’s moved to the other end of the bus.
Bob stands up and reaches above the TV, taking down a bottle of lube. Frank’s eyes widen.
“How long’s that been there?” he asks.
“Since the DVD player went in. Emergency stash.” Bob smiles at him.
“No condoms, though.”
“I’m clean,” Bob states.
Frank’s mouth drops open.
“I get myself tested regularly anyway and I haven’t fucked anyone without a condom. You’d be my first.” Bob steps close to Frank, hand brushing over the tip of his cock. “I haven’t got anything to give you and it’s not like you can get me pregnant. Don’t you want to know what it feels like to bareback?”
Frank swallows. He trusts Bob and God, he want to fuck Bob without a layer of rubber between them. Fuck, it felt so much better the first time he fucked Jamia without one but he swore to his wife that he’s never fuck anyone other than her without one. Not ever.
“I promised Jamia I wouldn’t.” Frank’s voice cracks. He knows what he’s passing up but he promised.
“Okay.” Bob steps back, turning to put the lube back.
“Bob.”
Bob stops, holding the lube in his hands. Frank knows what he’s doing and he damn well knows that it’s wrong but right now, the blood is not rushing towards his brain.
“I promised her I wouldn’t fuck anyone without a condom. If you fuck me, then I’m not technically fucking anyone. I’m the one getting fucked. Right?”
All it takes is for Bob to nod and he’ll do this.
“I suppose,” Bob looks at Frank doubtfully. “You’re sure?”
No turning back now, thinks Frank, pulling his top off and throwing it on the couch. When Bob doesn’t move, Frank steps forward and pulls Bob’s shirt over his head.
“I’m sure. Now fuck me,” Frank demands, crashing his lips over Bob’s.
Bob slides his arm around the smaller man’s waist, pulling them closer together before lowering both of them to the floor. He takes control of the kiss, grinding his crotch into Frank’s, listening to him whimper as the guitarist submits. Bob kisses the nape of Frank’s neck, suckling on him and making Frank moan some more. He slowly slides his hands over the tattooed body, stopping to trail his fingers along the sensitive flesh just above the waist band of Frank’s boxers.
“Please Bob, please.,” Frank begs. He wants Bob buried deep inside him now. The drummer smiles, sitting back and removing Frank’s shoes and shoes. Frank watches and Bob pulls down his pants, boxers and all falling down in one smooth motion. He spreads his legs wide as Bob smiles.
“Play with yourself,” Bob instructs as he undoes his own trousers, kicking his shoes off one after the other. Frank’s hand wraps around his dick, slowly stroking himself.
Bob bites his lip to suppress a moan, watching Frank like that, as he throws his jeans on the floor as well. He watches Frank for a moment, drinking in the sight of him stroking himself. Grabbing the lube, he drops to his knees between Frank’s spread legs. He slowly runs one hand up the inside of the legs in front of him, hearing Frank whimper at the contact. He strokes his fingers just at the top of Frank’s thighs, knowing from the little noises and the movements that Frank is making that it’s driving him crazy.
Bob uses his other hand to open the lube, years of practice meaning that he’s mastered the art of getting lubed up with a single hand. He warms the liquid between his fingers before spreading a generous amount on Frank’s hole. Frank hisses and bucks up at the contact of the slightly cool liquid. At first, Bob only slides one finger inside Frank, moving it slowly inside him and loosening Frank up. Bob places his other hand in the bushy hair, thumb just stroking the base of Frank’s hard cock.
“Please Bob, more.” Frank voice is needy. He wanted Bob’s cock buried deep inside him ages ago, this is pure torture to him.
Bob smiles, pushing a second finger into Frank’s tight arsehole. He can hear Frank hiss at the burn. Frank moans as Bob moves his fingers, bucking his hips up with a whimper as Bob inserts a third. Frank’s hand has moved from his leaking cock and is gripping the carpet.
“You’re moaning like a cheap whore, Frankie.”
Frank bites his lip. “Because that’s what I am. Now please just fuck me already.”
Bob slides his fingers out of Frank, covering his aching cock with the rest of the lube. He grabs himself, placing his cock head right at Frank’s hole and leans over Frank, looking deep into the younger man’s hazel eyes.
Bob thrusts hard and deep into Frank just as he opens his mouth to speak, clamping his lips over Frank’s and stealing the moan with a kiss. He feels Frank’s hips buck up to meet his and Bob stays buried inside Frank’s tight heat for a moment, just getting used to the sensation. Frank moves his legs, wrapping them around Bob’s waist, desperate to get off.
He moves slowly in and out of the younger man underneath him, making Frank moan below him.
“Beg,” he whispers in Frank’s ear.
“Please, Bob. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast with your big hard cock.” He tightens his legs around the drummer, panting hard as Bob speeds up. Bob shifts slightly, groaning as his cock finds Frank’s spot. Frank throws his head back, letting out a cry and the jolt of pleasure rushes through him.
“Harder Bob, fuck me harder.”
Bob speeds up, thrusting hard, licking and sucking at Frank’s neck as he writhes under him. Frank is moaning loudly as Bob fucks him, not caring that the others will be able to hear him. Bob feels Frank’s body arch, his arsehole clenching around Bob’s cock as he comes between them. Frank moans Bob’s name.
Bob keeps thrusting hard, pounding Frank into the floor, close to the edge himself. Frank writhes under him as Bob continues to catch his spot. He needs Bob to stop, his nails digging hard into Bob’s back, moaning in pleasure at each thrust.
“Oh fuck Bob, please!”
Bob comes, hard and deep inside Frank, groaning softly. He leans over the smaller man, kissing him lightly on the lips while slowly pulling his softening cock out of Frank. Frank lets his legs fall, allowing Bob to collapse beside him.
“Fuck, Bob, why haven’t we done this before?” Frank says, panting heavily.
Bob smiles. “I didn’t think you’d respect me in the morning.”
Author:
blackrosesPairing: Bob/Frank
Rating: Adult
POV: 3rd
Beta:
immortal_lightsSummary: Frank is messing around and Bob decides now's the time to try and get one of his fantasy's ticked off the list before their tour ends.
Warnings: Tea bagging, sex
Disclaimer: Just a figment of my twisted imagination. If you think this is real I can give you the name of a good psychiatrist.
Dedications:
antontobias86, shadow_hive & fastbetty31“Well, at least I wasn’t cheating on my girlfriend at the fucking time!” Gerard screams at his brother.
“Don’t you fucking dare, you fucking well know that Alicia and I have an open relationship. Why don’t you go and get laid? You know she’s fucking Kitty or are you really that stupid.?” Mikey shoots back, slamming the door between the lounge area and the rest of the bus.
Bob looks up at Frank, who’s just walked in past the arguing brothers.
“How’d the ‘my boyfriend broke my heart worse than yours did’ argument start again?” he asks.
Frank shrugs, throwing a packet of Cheeto’s to Bob and plonks down on the sofa next to Ray.
“I don’t know, but I’d wish they’d just fuck one another and be done with it.”
“Frank!” Bob shouts, not quite believing what Frank’s just said.
“What? They fight like they’re lovers, not brothers,” Frank says, innocent look on his face.
“Frank,” Bob warns. It’s a taboo subject among them. There’s not many of those but the Way brothers’ relationship is one of them.
“You know they had a foursome when Gerard was with Eliza,” Frank says, pushing the subject. Frank likes to gossip and he knows he can’t gossip about this with anyone else.
“Frank!” Bob growls. Frank drops the subject and pouts. Bob honestly doesn’t understand how that all happened, and he had asked Mikey about it once. Mikey shrugged it off like it was all normal. Bob never asked Mikey anything about his sex life ever again.
“What are you playing?” Frank asks, getting his nose in between Ray and his DS. Ray slaps him across the head.
“Pokemon,” Ray says dismissively.
He goes back to playing the game as Frank stretches out on the sofa, laying his legs across Ray’s and Bob’s laps.
“I can’t wait for this to be over,” Frank says, stretching out further. Ray gives up, shutting off the game. When Frank gets like this, he needs to be the center of attention. “Only two more weeks to go and I get to go home to my wife and shag her senseless for a week,” Frank continues.
“Only a week?” Ray asks.
“Leathermouth, dude. Back on the road, playing the smaller venues. Just like old times.” Frank smiles. He misses the smaller venues, the old times when the music was much more of an intimate experience.
“Tell me about it. First thing I’m going to do is, find my old gay bar, pick up two guys and get myself thoroughly roasted,” Bob responds.
Frank sits bolt upright. “Bob!”
“What? It’s all right for you lot, you’ve all got committed relationships. I’ve got nothing. I haven’t been laid in months,” Bob sighs. “You all can call up your wives or girlfriends if you need a booty call.”
“Oh come on, it’s not like we haven’t heard you getting it on with Matt,” Frank shoots back. Bob’s face reddens and he pushes Frank’s legs off him, causing the smaller man to tumble to the floor with a yelp.
“He’s cute and available. So sue me.” Bob crosses his arms and Ray laughs.
Frank stands up and starts making a kissy face. “Bob and Matt sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G.”
Frank ducks as Bob throws a cushion at him.
“Look, if you really want cock,” Frank’s hands move to his pants and begin undoing them. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Ray gets up. “Okay boys, you can have this room to yourselves.”
Frank turns around to face Ray, cock hanging out of his pants and shakes it.
“Awwww, come on Ray! How’d you know you won’t like it if you haven’t tried it?”
Ray backs up, hands out. “No, thanks. Really, no.”
“Oh Ray, I want you,” Frank says in a lusty voice, following a retreating Ray around the small room to the sound of Bob’s laughter.
“Fuck off, Frank!” Ray opens the door, walking out. Bob and Frank both laugh.
“I think Ray sometimes hates being the only straight man in the village,” Frank says, sitting down next to Bob.
“Only when you wave your cock in his face,” Bob chuckles. “You gonna put yourself away sometime tonight?”
Frank grins, wicked glint in his eye. “Why? Is it turning you on?”
Bob blushes again. “No, I just don’t want your ugly cock in my line of vision.”
Frank pouts. “It’s not ugly. Jamia tells me it’s the most beautiful cock she’s ever seen.” He waves his hands around enthusiastically.
“Seen a lot of cocks, has she?” Bob retorts.
Frank puts on a mock shocked face. “Did you just call my wife a slut?”
Bob suppresses a grin. “She’s had more cock than me.”
Frank pounces, climbing on top of Bob and rubbing his genitals in the drummer’s face.
“Like that, do ya? Ooooh, you dirty slut.” Frank teases. He knows Bob doesn’t really mean it. He really wishes Ray hadn’t retreated from the room already, Ray would be squirming uncomfortably right now. Then Bob opens his mouth and sucks on Frank’s balls.
“Oh, fuck.” Frank’s caught off guard by the sudden jolt of pleasure. Frank stops moving, letting Bob roll him around in his mouth. He can feel himself getting hard as Bob sucks on his balls gently, closing his eyes and moaning softly.
“Stop, Bob,” Frank pants. If Bob doesn’t stop, Frank thinks he might just lose control. He values his friendship with Bob far too much to fuck it up with meaningless sex. Bob stops as Frank climbs off him, sitting up.
“Why’d you tell me to stop?” Bob asks. He knows Frank was enjoying himself. The erection sticking out of Frank’s pants is more than enough proof.
Frank searches for a good reason. “Because I’m fucking married, Bob.”
He knows as soon as he’s said it, that it’s a pathetic excuse. Everyone knows that their relationship isn’t exclusive. “And you’re my friend. I don’t want to fuck that up,” Frank blurts out the honest answer.
Bob sits, leaning back, obvious erection in his jeans.
“I’m horny, you’re horny. I don’t see the problem here,” Bob says, heart pounding in his chest. He has wanted to have sex with Frank for so long, he can hardly believe it might actually happen.
The grin is creeping across Frank’s face before he has a chance to say it.
“But would you still respect me in the morning?” Frank laughs. He’s always had an inappropriate sense of humor. He knows he shouldn’t laugh, but he can’t help it.
Bob says, smiling, “One way to find out,” and unbuttons his jeans.
One less fantasy to tick off the list, Frank thinks and shakes his head.
“It’s just not practical. There’s no lube and no condoms in here,” Frank gestures around the room, “and I’m not going back out there with those two.”
Frank can still hear Gerard and Mikey fighting, even though it’s moved to the other end of the bus.
Bob stands up and reaches above the TV, taking down a bottle of lube. Frank’s eyes widen.
“How long’s that been there?” he asks.
“Since the DVD player went in. Emergency stash.” Bob smiles at him.
“No condoms, though.”
“I’m clean,” Bob states.
Frank’s mouth drops open.
“I get myself tested regularly anyway and I haven’t fucked anyone without a condom. You’d be my first.” Bob steps close to Frank, hand brushing over the tip of his cock. “I haven’t got anything to give you and it’s not like you can get me pregnant. Don’t you want to know what it feels like to bareback?”
Frank swallows. He trusts Bob and God, he want to fuck Bob without a layer of rubber between them. Fuck, it felt so much better the first time he fucked Jamia without one but he swore to his wife that he’s never fuck anyone other than her without one. Not ever.
“I promised Jamia I wouldn’t.” Frank’s voice cracks. He knows what he’s passing up but he promised.
“Okay.” Bob steps back, turning to put the lube back.
“Bob.”
Bob stops, holding the lube in his hands. Frank knows what he’s doing and he damn well knows that it’s wrong but right now, the blood is not rushing towards his brain.
“I promised her I wouldn’t fuck anyone without a condom. If you fuck me, then I’m not technically fucking anyone. I’m the one getting fucked. Right?”
All it takes is for Bob to nod and he’ll do this.
“I suppose,” Bob looks at Frank doubtfully. “You’re sure?”
No turning back now, thinks Frank, pulling his top off and throwing it on the couch. When Bob doesn’t move, Frank steps forward and pulls Bob’s shirt over his head.
“I’m sure. Now fuck me,” Frank demands, crashing his lips over Bob’s.
Bob slides his arm around the smaller man’s waist, pulling them closer together before lowering both of them to the floor. He takes control of the kiss, grinding his crotch into Frank’s, listening to him whimper as the guitarist submits. Bob kisses the nape of Frank’s neck, suckling on him and making Frank moan some more. He slowly slides his hands over the tattooed body, stopping to trail his fingers along the sensitive flesh just above the waist band of Frank’s boxers.
“Please Bob, please.,” Frank begs. He wants Bob buried deep inside him now. The drummer smiles, sitting back and removing Frank’s shoes and shoes. Frank watches and Bob pulls down his pants, boxers and all falling down in one smooth motion. He spreads his legs wide as Bob smiles.
“Play with yourself,” Bob instructs as he undoes his own trousers, kicking his shoes off one after the other. Frank’s hand wraps around his dick, slowly stroking himself.
Bob bites his lip to suppress a moan, watching Frank like that, as he throws his jeans on the floor as well. He watches Frank for a moment, drinking in the sight of him stroking himself. Grabbing the lube, he drops to his knees between Frank’s spread legs. He slowly runs one hand up the inside of the legs in front of him, hearing Frank whimper at the contact. He strokes his fingers just at the top of Frank’s thighs, knowing from the little noises and the movements that Frank is making that it’s driving him crazy.
Bob uses his other hand to open the lube, years of practice meaning that he’s mastered the art of getting lubed up with a single hand. He warms the liquid between his fingers before spreading a generous amount on Frank’s hole. Frank hisses and bucks up at the contact of the slightly cool liquid. At first, Bob only slides one finger inside Frank, moving it slowly inside him and loosening Frank up. Bob places his other hand in the bushy hair, thumb just stroking the base of Frank’s hard cock.
“Please Bob, more.” Frank voice is needy. He wanted Bob’s cock buried deep inside him ages ago, this is pure torture to him.
Bob smiles, pushing a second finger into Frank’s tight arsehole. He can hear Frank hiss at the burn. Frank moans as Bob moves his fingers, bucking his hips up with a whimper as Bob inserts a third. Frank’s hand has moved from his leaking cock and is gripping the carpet.
“You’re moaning like a cheap whore, Frankie.”
Frank bites his lip. “Because that’s what I am. Now please just fuck me already.”
Bob slides his fingers out of Frank, covering his aching cock with the rest of the lube. He grabs himself, placing his cock head right at Frank’s hole and leans over Frank, looking deep into the younger man’s hazel eyes.
Bob thrusts hard and deep into Frank just as he opens his mouth to speak, clamping his lips over Frank’s and stealing the moan with a kiss. He feels Frank’s hips buck up to meet his and Bob stays buried inside Frank’s tight heat for a moment, just getting used to the sensation. Frank moves his legs, wrapping them around Bob’s waist, desperate to get off.
He moves slowly in and out of the younger man underneath him, making Frank moan below him.
“Beg,” he whispers in Frank’s ear.
“Please, Bob. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast with your big hard cock.” He tightens his legs around the drummer, panting hard as Bob speeds up. Bob shifts slightly, groaning as his cock finds Frank’s spot. Frank throws his head back, letting out a cry and the jolt of pleasure rushes through him.
“Harder Bob, fuck me harder.”
Bob speeds up, thrusting hard, licking and sucking at Frank’s neck as he writhes under him. Frank is moaning loudly as Bob fucks him, not caring that the others will be able to hear him. Bob feels Frank’s body arch, his arsehole clenching around Bob’s cock as he comes between them. Frank moans Bob’s name.
Bob keeps thrusting hard, pounding Frank into the floor, close to the edge himself. Frank writhes under him as Bob continues to catch his spot. He needs Bob to stop, his nails digging hard into Bob’s back, moaning in pleasure at each thrust.
“Oh fuck Bob, please!”
Bob comes, hard and deep inside Frank, groaning softly. He leans over the smaller man, kissing him lightly on the lips while slowly pulling his softening cock out of Frank. Frank lets his legs fall, allowing Bob to collapse beside him.
“Fuck, Bob, why haven’t we done this before?” Frank says, panting heavily.
Bob smiles. “I didn’t think you’d respect me in the morning.”
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