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His body just wasn’t the same anymore. It hasn’t been for quite a while. Since when? He couldn’t pin it. But Frank knew something has changed. At some point it had become undeniable. And in moments like these, he could think of nothing else, but his body deteriorating and failing.
Moments like these, just after coming off stage. Lying on a leather couch in a random greenroom. Legs, aching. Head, fuzzy. Arms, unmovable. But despite it all. Despite the exhaustion and the debilitating pain in his limbs. His dick was hard. Throbbing. Straining against the zipper of his pants. Fuck. Not being able to touch, not being able to release. That’s what hurt the most.
Frank would do anything to get off. But his body just would not cooperate.
A knock on his door. Frank didn’t care anymore. At this point he had nothing to lose. The bulge in his crotch was on full display for anyone who would dare to enter. So what about it? They’re all human.
Gerard entered. Still sweaty. Strands of drying dusty brown hair clung to his forehead. The cold white light of the greenroom made his skin look even more pale than it usually did. Almost gray. Sickly even. And it made Frank’s dick strain even harder against the fabric.
“Hey,” he just said with a lopsided smile. Frank could’ve sworn his eyes had drifted towards the bulge in his pants, just for a split second. “The others are getting ready to head out, thought I might check in on you.” They hesitated. “Are you alright?”
There it was again. Gerard had looked at his dick. Frank was sure of it.
“Yeah, no- I’m fine,” he stammered out. “Just really fucking tired, y’know?” Gerard nodded and Frank took it as a sign to continue. “It’s not so easy anymore, ever since the thing with my arms happened… and the issue of getting,” Frank swallowed, “older. My body just doesn’t act when I tell it to.”
“You want some help with that?” Frank had not noticed Gerard coming closer, but now they were kneeling so close to him, their face right in front of Frank’s and oh my god, their hand was on his chest. Fuck shit fuck.
Frank swallowed again. Hard. This close up he could see every slimy pore of Gerard’s gray skin. The sickly yellow undertone of his hazel eyes. The red shimmer of left over theater blood on his lips and cheeks. Frank felt hot all over.
“Because,” Gerard started while continuing to keep intense eye contact, their hand slowly inching down Frank’s chest and stomach, “your body is definitely acting on something.”
A pathetic sound, somewhere between a moan and a squeal left Frank’s lips. He pressed his eyes shut and bit down on his cheek. Having a raging boner in front of Gerard was nothing new. By now he had lost count of how often they had seen each others dicks. But a sound like that leaving him without Gerard actually doing something made him want to bang his head against a wall.
“Now, now, Frankie,” Gerard cooed. Frank almost let out another one of those deeply embarrassing sounds at the mention of his nickname. “I won’t do anything unless you want me to. Do you want me to touch you, Frankie?”
Frank continued to keep his eyes shut, not daring to open them. There was a very real fear he might cum without being touched, just from looking at his friend.
“Look at me,” Gerard demanded, voice soft but firm. “Look at me and tell me you want me to touch you, Frankie. Tell me you want me to make you feel good.”
Frank opened his eyes and Gerard’s stared right back into his. The yellow tint in their eyes had now taken over and turned into a deep golden color, reminiscent of a warning sign. A sign Frank would’ve recognized any other time of the day, but at this moment he could not care less. “Please, make me feel good, Gee. I need you. I need you so bad.”
Fuck, he sounded pathetic. But Gerard seemed to like it as the smile on his face grew wider. Alarmingly so. But the hand that was now stroking over Frank’s clothed dick made any thought about Gerard’s anatomical abnormalities impossible. They had always been a freak, so what? Their hand was on Frank’s dick and it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed everything.
His hips moved against his will, bucking upwards and grinding his cock on the hand above. Gerard made a pleased humming noise. “Oh, Frankie, you’re being so needy,” he whispered, drawing a high pitched whimper from Frank. The hand moved away from his cock and started to open the belt. “I will take care of you,” Gerard continued, still holding the intense eye contact. And Frank was melting. The loss of the so needed friction made him look up at Gerard with a look that could only be compared to puppy eyes.
Then he felt the button of his pants pop and Gerard’s hand slid under the waistband of his boxers. The warmth of their palm made Frank draw in a sharp breath. This was so much. Too much. Too good. More. Sweat started to build on his forehead as he breathed heavily, ever so slightly thrusting his hips into Gerard’s fist. Never enough.
“Oh dear, you need me this badly?” Gerard cooed, his other hand cupping Frank’s cheek. “Relax. I am here now. You won’t have to do anything.”
The calming words made Frank shut his eyes again, relaxing into Gerard’s palm, barely noticing the warm limb snaking itself around his hip. It pushed itself under the fabric of his pants and slowly slid them off his body, wrapping itself around his leg. The sensation it left on his inner thigh drew out a low moan from Frank. In response another warm limb curled around his other thigh, spreading his legs apart. Not using force, but not requiring any effort from Frank.
Before he knew it another limb hat come up behind Frank and had wrapped itself around his head, covering his eyes below its warm and slimy form. It made him tilt his head, gently. Giving him full support. And he let it. He was taken care of.
Next thing he knew, Gerard’s hand had left his throbbing cock. Frank let out a small whine, only to be silenced by Gerard’s lips on his, turning the whine into a soft moan. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed to open his lips for Gerard, needed to let him in. Needed to taste their tongue with his.
As if they could read his mind, Gerard parted their lips, their wet tongue slipping out between them and diving into Frank. The taste of saliva, sweat and nicotine gum filled his mouth and so did their tongue. Ever pushing and demanding, but oh so gently, it continued to fill him until it hit the back of his throat.
The choking noise Frank made drew an almost animalistic moan from Gerard, his tongue retreating just ever so slightly. Only to come back and slide deeper into Frank’s neck, fucking his mouth and fuck he couldn’t fight the gagging. It made tears shoot to his eyes, but Gerard’s tongue in his throat felt so good. Felt so needed. So filling.
Whatever had wrapped itself around Frank’s thighs had now started to move again. Slowly drawing circles on the sensitive flesh near his groin, driving him absolutely insane. Wrapping themselves tighter around his thighs and inching upwards. Between all the gagging he whimpered around Gerard’s tongue, trying to arch his hips, but not being able to actually move them. The only response from Gerard was another deep but gentle moan, followed by the tip of one of their tentacles circling around the rim of Frank’s hole. It spread its slick slime around his entrance, before gently pushing into him, spreading him open and filling him out with a pleasurable sting.
Frank let his whole body relax into the tentacles and the tongue fucking his mouth. Every opening of him was being filled, fucked, taken care of. All he needed to do was enjoy it. Enjoy how his ass was getting stretched by the soft tissue as it pushed deeper and deeper into him. Ever so slightly rubbing against his prostate, making his dick twitch and leak with precum.
As suddenly as it had come Gerard’s tongue left Frank’s mouth, making him gasp for air. Leaving him unsure whether he was enjoying the ability to comfortably breathe again or mourning the full feeling in his throat. He felt a tentacle gently ghosting over his cheek and before he knew it, it had slipped past his lips and was now filling his mouth instead.
“You look so beautiful, Frankie. All filled up. You take me so well,” Gerard praised from somewhere besides Frank. “You’re being such a good boy.”
The words alone could have been enough to make Frank cum, but instead he felt another tentacle pressing against his hole. It was so much. Too much. Not enough. It entered easily without much pressure, thrusting into him at the same rhythm as the other tentacle.
Frank was fully at Gerard’s mercy and it was just what he needed. And Gerard had known that. He had seen him and knew that all Frank needed right now was to be taken care of.
Another tentacle wrapped itself around Franks cock, moving rhythmically with the others. Frank couldn’t take it anymore. It came all too quick and before he knew it his cum was leaking out of the gaps where the tentacle was wrapped around itself and his cock.
The tentacle around his eyes and in his orifices retreated, but stayed wrapped around his limbs, shifting him until he was curled up on top of Gerard.
“You did so good, Frankie,” they cooed, a tentacle continuing to gently stroke over Frank’s arm. “You did so good and were so pretty. I’m proud of you.”
Frank hummed, nuzzling his face into Gerard’s chest. “Might need to shower, would you mind helping me with that, too?”