[A/N In some form of warning, this one is kind of... you'll see, but it really did have to happen. I'm not practiced in writing stuff like this, so if you have any tips, let me know in the comments bellow or message me. o_0]

"Time." I ignore him. Andy is spastically rutting on my thigh and the look on his face couldn't possibly be legal. He starts to turn toward Mikey when he yells "TIME!", but I set a firm hand on his jaw and keep his eyes on mine. "Come on, guys! Everyone hasn't gotten a turn!" I hold his hips down and turn to Mikey with all the exasperation, bitch face, and silent "you better be fuckin kidding me" I felt in that moment. I guess Andy agrees on some level 'cause he just throws a look at him too. Then, he tugs on my shirt and points down the hallway, so I pick him in this reverse piggy-back thing and head down the afore-mentioned hallway.
"FRANK!" Pete calls, before Mikey can.
"What?" I huff with my head poking around the wall.
"Ask someone." His tone makes it seem an obvious request.
"Jaime?"
"Truth." Shortly thereafter, was a chorus of "come on" and "really" and slurred profanities.
"What's you favorite type of pie?" The chorus errupts yet again.
I head back to my room and feel a wave of nostalgia, seeing as I haven't been in my house in forever, but get over it quickly when Andy's sitting on the bed with his hand down his pants. I drop down in front of him and tug his lower garments down enough to be comfortable. I go deep right off the bat and he's already a wreck. As soon as he's close, I pull away and pull him frimly. He's biting the shit out off his lip, but sounds are still slipping through. "Lemme hear." In that moment, I sounded like utter shit, but when he barely let anything out I decided it was fine to use my broken voice. "Louder."
"F-Frank, I'm so..." Then, there's a string of "oo"s and "ah"s.
"Fuck louder!" This time he does a decent job.
"I can't- Fuck- I need-Frankie just-" I slip back down pretty quickly and rather deep. He tugs my hair I reach down to hold myself, so I wouldn't lose it like that. Then, he's gasping and shouting and rolling his hips while pushing my head down just a bit further, seeing as my nose was already smushed against him.
Then, there's the slam of my door followed by stomping and me being yanked back by my shirt. Andy's shooting and there's no good way to fix this situation without knowing who just stormed the fuck in. I look up to see none other than Gerard dragging Andy out by collar. I hop to my feet to try and slow him down if not stop him because Andy's fumbling with his jeans which are too tight to fix in this kind of hurry.
"The fuck, Gerard?" I pull on his arm with all I've got to keep him from pulling Andy through the guest infested living room. He doesn't respond to me at all. "Gerard!" He doesn't shake me off or say anything or falter in his unreadable expression and he certainly does not slow down.
Andy ends up settling for pulling his shirt down to mid thigh and holding his unbuckled pants up the best he could. At least they're all fairly drunk, aside from Jaime. Someone's gotta drive.
He uses his grip to shove Andy pretty hard and everyone stares wide eyed.
"Get the fuck out!" He pants with eyes shooting daggers and Patrick scrambles to kill the music. No one moves, including me. We may be drunk, but we can always count on life preservation to kick in. "Out! All of you!" They start to stumble around, hastily gathering their things.
"You can't kick my friends out of my house!" I shout as loud as I can with my throat still not up to par.
"Shut the fuck up, Frank. I just did." I look aound and it's like they were never here. Well, actually, I think it's cleaner than before. Then, I look to the door and Andy looks hesitant with his hand on the doorknob when he mouths "are you okay".
I nod and make a call me gesture because we cannot leave it at that. Then, he slips through the door.
Gerard plops down on the sofa and I sit a bit closer than I need to beside him.
"Please explain yourself because I want to smack you, but I really want to forgive you." I say turning to face him.
"I broke up with him. I wanted to tell you. I didn't think I'd walk in on you two or the party I wasn't invited to." He sighed.
"Um why'd you want to tell me?"
"I thought-" He looked at me and I still couldn't read him. "I wanted to-Nevermind."
"Alwaysmind."
He smiled down at me. "What?" He got serious again. "I just thought you'd like to hear that."
"Well, who dumped who? He's an idiot if he dumped you." I think I only slurred a little bit.
"No, no I dumped him."
"Well, he's an idiot for not finding a way to keep you."
He kissed me then and my mouth opened of its own accord. He pulled back rather quickly and grimaced, then.
"Ugh. Brush your teeth please. I can taste him."

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