Never Mind About The Shape I'm In

I wasn't going to lie. Bob was hot. Like hot!
You could bake cookies on dat ass!
He was gentle, but strong... strong was good...

Our lips were brushing. I'm no slut, but I wasn't blushing.
I had flipped over, now straddling him on Gee's plush couch.

Bob's face was dull now. I'd done this before. It's his fault for ignoring me all the time!
He craned his neck to the right and reached for the remote on the coffee table without daring to move his head. He could pick me up and lift me off of him if he wanted to, but there was no way for him to remove me without grinding me on him and/or kissing me.
Honestly, I wouldn't care either way.

Bob still wasn't paying the proper attention to me. He only avoided my lips nonchalantly.

"Stop ignoring me Bobert!" I yelled at him now looking -or rather ACTING- defeated. He finally grabbed the remote and turned up the volume on Princess Sofia the First. Still ignoring me? Wow Bob, you're fucking cold.

Bob's POV

I finally reached the remote then turned up the TV.

"Stop ignoring me Bobert!" Frank murmured/yelled looking down at our laps.

I can't believe he was still trying. He does this too often and I couldn't talk to him if I wanted to.
I'm almost positive Gerard likes Frank and I'm not trying to get on his bad side. I've him forever and he's really jealous and protective.

Frank kissed the accessible skin on my neck. Is it wrong that I like this?
Shit. If Frank marks me I'm a dead man.
My lip is numb from me biting down on it in hopes of supressing moans.

It worked until found my sweet spot. I shivered and I guess he noticed because he nipped it.

Shit I moaned! Not loud, but Frank heard it because now he's biting.

I moaned louder. This one was kinda loud and I hope the guys didn't hear because I can't have Gerard run in here.

I felt Frank lift his head and he made eye contact with me.
I was fighting to get my poker face back, but I really wanted him to keep going.
I turned my attention to whatever the fuck was on TV and fought my on coming hard on.

Frank's POV

His eyes went wide when I rolled my hips and he clasped a hand over his mouth mid-moan.
His moans are pretty hot...I bet Gerard's sound better- I can't think of Gerard. He's Kellin's and I'm just a friend.

"Is that okay?" I asked as innocently as I could while rolling my hips harder, but found that I was smirking like a mad man.

I made Bob moan.

I'm not stopping til this fucker talks and it's only going to get harder.
-no pun intended-
Innocent isn't working, so I have to get creative.Think Frank. Think.

"I'll only stop if you tell me to." I say in the sexiest voice I can think of.
Bob's POV

Frank starts grinding harder on me while marking my neck and collar bone. I moaned restricting it's volume if not it's existence.

"Look at me." I did what he wanted me to.

He laid me out on the plush couch. Putting his hands up my shirt. Then he paused at my waist band before tugging down the zipper.

"F-frank" I whispered. Even though I didn't want to stop, he had to. We had school in half an hour and Gerard could walk in any minute.

"What was that?" He unbuttoned my pants and eye contact with me. Still grinding.

"We h-have school in 30 minutes." I state.

"So?" He palmed me through my boxers "I don't mind being late." He sounds so hot right now, but I have common sense. Gerard will have my head.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you?" I tried. He slowed his grinding to a halt.

No response.

"Gerard told me to stay away from you."

He looked confused then smirked.
Wait. Does Frank like Gerard?
Frank zipped and buttoned my jeans. He's still straddling me though.

"Do you forgive me or what?"
He bent over me still straddling me.

"Not for getting Little Frankie so excited."
Little Frankie = Frank's dick.
Excited= Hard
"But you know what happens when you ignore me now" He sat up then poked me in the chest "and fuck you for drinking my coffee."

I chuckled then smiled at Frank and turned the TV down again. 'We have a fucked up version of friendship.'I thought.

Gerard's POV

I made Frank some coffee because I felt bad for not making him some in the first place.
That boy loves his coffee.
I guess I should bring the whole pot and pour it there -in the living room- because Bob might want a refill. As I get closer I hear the TV is turned down, but I don't hear talking. Whatever. I just decided to shrug it off and run from the paranoia of Frank liking Bob.

I push through the door seperating the kitchen and the living room with my back because I have well heated coffee in one hand and Frank's favorite mug in the other.

Bob's POV

Then Gerard walked in with coffee.

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