Loner

“Don’t cry, Bertie,” Gerard coos in his most gentle voice, stroking Bert’s hair lovingly out of his teary face. “You are loved, sweetie.”

Bert will have none of it, though. He simply carries on sobbing, streaking his face with even more tears, shaking his head furiously – causing his messy hair to get caught in the moisture a little. His face is turning a slight shade of red – whether from the booze, or from crying, they can’t be one hundred percent positive. It’s probably a healthy combination of both, though. The jury is still out on whether it was actually a smart move to let Bert drink quite so much, but neither Frank nor Gerard really mind being there to take care of their best friend when he clearly desperately needs them. They’re both secretly convinced that nobody would actually be able to look the male in the face and deny him anything – neither of them have even ever tried. So, Frank just patiently takes his own turn to remove Bert’s hair from his face, folding it behind his ears.

“Nobody wants me,” Bert whines. “Nobody will ever want me like the two of you want each other. Why would they? I’m too fucked up.”

Gerard and Frank share a quick meaningful look, both suppressing deep sighs. Bert tends to get a little depressed sometimes about his romantic associations, or, according to him, his complete lack thereof – especially when he’s indulged in some liquid comfort.

“I mean, I don’t even discriminate, okay? I’d easily go for a man, too. It’s not just all about the pussy for me. You guys know that, right? Oh, fuck! I’m whining like a teenage girl. Kill me, guys!”

Well, if Bert acknowledges that he’s whining so much, he’s probably not as smashed as they expected… He is still drunk enough to keep them concerned, however. Bert’s depression is definitely not something that is meant to mingle with the effects of alcohol. One also has to consider the fact that Bert only gets this lonely at times, because he loves with all his heart when he loves someone, but has a little trouble finding someone who appreciates him equally. He always gives more than he is offered in return. Tossing some Jack into that particular mix, well…

“Come, on, man,” Frank pulls Bert up, trying to usher him to the bathroom, hoping to sober him up a little. It’ll definitely be much easier to figure out which means of support and comfort their intoxicated friend will require once the total damage of the situation is fully evaluated. The best way to achieve that goal, is to feed Bert some water – a lesson learnt the hard way. Selfishly, Frank secretly hopes Bert’s not going to vomit tonight – he’s not one hundred percent positive he’ll be able to stomach it.

Bert’s movements are more than slightly uncoordinated, and Frank has a little trouble keeping all his laughter inside. The fact that Gerard’s chest is rocking with his own burst of suppressed laughter isn’t really doing all that much to alleviate Frank’s dilemma. After about three steps in the direction of the bathroom, though, Bert seems to have regained about ninety-nine percent of his composure – a fact that Frank is more than a little grateful for. They successfully reach the bathroom without any casualties, which Frank also dares to consider a win.

Frank leads Bert to the basin, running the cold water. Bert doesn’t even need to be told to, he simply gathers cupped handfuls of the refreshingly cool liquid, splashing his slightly flushed face with it. For some unfathomable reason it feels better already. As he uses his shirt to dry his face – instead of the towel, for some reason only Bert would understand (Frank is not even about to question the dude’s strange methods; the crazy ship has sailed a while ago) – Frank fills the glass next to his and Gerard’s toothbrushes – Frank’s green, and Gerard’s purple – with some water for Bert to swallow.

“Here,” he hands it to Bert with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “Drink up, man.”

Bert obeys, draining the entire glass of its contents, flashing Frank a small smile when he’s done swallowing it all down.

“You okay?” Frank enquires. “You’re not gonna puke all over our apartment, are you?”

Bert shakes his head, chuckling. “No.”

The trip back to the living room is even easier than the one to the bathroom had been. When they reach it, Gerard is clearing up the dishes from their dinner – the liquor already safely put away. He flashes a warm genuine smile at the other two males, pulling a shy smile out of Bert, and adding a ‘please-marry-me-now’ glint to Frank’s already bright eyes.
There is this tangible moment where a silent conversation passes between Frank and Gerard, which Bert notices. He’s about to enquire what’s going on, or make his excuses to leave, or something, when Gerard speaks up.

“Come here,” he says firmly, pulling Bert closer to him with seemingly no effort at all.

With a gentle hand on Bert’s cheek, Gerard closes the distance between them, placing a sweet, soft kiss to Bert’s unsuspecting lips.

Within barely a fraction of a second, Bert finds himself practically melting into the kiss. He allows the tender feeling of Gerard’s gentle lips gliding along with his own eager ones to temporarily cloud any thoughts of how wrong this particular situation should probably feel from his thoughts. Every nerve in his entire being is buzzing with the sensation of a very electrical yes, please.

“Mmmm,” he sighs, pulling away from Gerard.

He opens this eyes, sparing when exactly he had closed them to begin with basically no thought at all.

“Wha-“ he tries to ask, only succeeding in releasing a breathless little whining sound.

“Shh,” Frank whispers soothingly, stroking his fingers down Bert’s cheek. “Just go with it.”

Bert’s eyes go comically wide, but before he can say anything more, Gerard is humming “Mhm” and latching his mouth onto Bert’s neck.

Some faint voice in the very back of his mind whispers that this is probably more than a little weird, even for any of them, but before he can even make a move to get a better grip on what is actually exactly going on right now, Gerard’s teeth nip lightly at the skin of Bert’s throat, causing his body to tingle all over. Deciding not to question it any further, he tips his head back just enough to grant Gerard all the access he possibly craves. That, Bert decides immediately, is definitely, without even a tiny whisper of a doubt, one of his more brilliant ideas. It’s such a wonderful idea, because – holy fuck – out of the blue, Frank is growling something Bert can’t actually be bothered to decipher and dragging the material of his shirt out of the way to suck a hickey onto Bert’s collarbone, which Bert is more than okay with. He also has less than zero objections with the firm grip Frank’s hand suddenly has on the flesh on his hip.

Yes, Bert suddenly realises, this is really happening.

Seemingly in the blink of an eye, all three males find themselves in a tangled mess of warm bare skin on Frank and Gerard’s bed. Their hands and lips and teeth exploring any bit of skin within reach, searching out sensitive spots and relishing in the feeling of hot skin and the taste of burning desire.

The natural course of actions lead them to a point where Bert is laying sprawled on the bed, with his head on their pillows, exclaiming expletives at the overwhelming sensation of Gerard’s sinfully skilled mouth doing wonders he wouldn’t even have been able to dream up, while Frank lovingly caresses both of their bodies with firm and gentle touches and torturously heavenly lips.

Gerard is kneeling over Bert’s lower body, holding his hips down as he swallows Bert down. He’s humming and moaning around Bert like he’s hungry for it, like he’s enjoying it even more than Bert is – which Bert isn’t even sure is even a remote possibility. He throws his head back in pure ecstasy as Gerard continues to work his magic, crumpling the sheets in his fists and arching his back off the bed. Gerard has his ass up in the air, and he’s wriggling it a bit in desperate invitation. He makes a whiny little noise in his throat – which drives Bert crazy – and is extremely grateful that Frank immediately gets it, because he really, really doesn’t want to pull away from Bert to ask.

Frank expertly gets Gerard ready, pulling out all his favourite tricks with his tongue and fingers and only just enough lube to get Gerard into that particular state where he is barely a single heartbeat away from begging desperately for Frank to take him.

He doesn’t torture him for too long, before he slicks himself up, entering his boyfriend slowly, smoothly. He stays motionless there for a second, catching his own breath, as he allows Gerard to reluctantly pull away from Bert in order to gasp – before he chokes or passes out.

It’s all a blur of gasps, heavy panting, perfect thrusts and frantically beating hearts.

They drive each other over the edge of pleasure, catching each other as they come down from it hard. They only clean up half-assed, and pass out in a mess of tangled limbs.

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Bert’s first thought when he wakes up is damn, Gee is clingy in his sleep. It’s quickly followed by I really need to take a piss. He untangles himself from Gerard and Frank (mostly Gerard, though, because Frank seems to be able to sleep without an excessive amount of physical contact), sparing a moment to appreciate the sight of the two sleeping figures, before crawling carefully over Gerard to tend to his bladder’s needs.

When he returns from the bathroom, Gerard is stretching and opening his eyes lazily. Bert can’t really help but observe that Gerard looks a mixture of completely adorable and ridiculously hot like this – all crazy hair, slightly pink cheeks and pale skin with some sleep-creases.

He sends a sleepy smile in Bert’s direction, which Bert feels himself returning instantly.

Bert holds his hand out to Gerard, mouthing the word coffee, to which Gerard beams brightly. He pulls Gerard up from the bed, pecking his cheek quickly as they head towards the kitchen for some very welcome caffeine.

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When Bert is busy with his second coffee, and Gerard is already onto his third, Frank yawns and stretches his way into the kitchen.

“Morning,” he grins at them, to which they respond accordingly.

He pecks Bert quickly on the lips in hello, before stealing Gerard’s mug of coffee from his hand and giving his boyfriend his own good morning peck.

“Mmmm,” he sighs, with his eyes closed in pleasure, at the taste of his stolen coffee.

Gerard would bitch about it, but he’s already two ahead of Frank, so he’ll make the best of it. Besides, Bert offers him a sip of his own coffee, so he should be able to manage.

“You almost heading out to work?” he asks instead.

“Yeah, almost. Got a few meetings, so…”

Gerard gives his boyfriend an encouraging smile. He knows that Frank works extremely hard, and that it sometimes takes its toll on the younger male, but Gerard enjoys playing the part of stress-reliever – they both gain something from it, after all.

“Speaking of which,” Bert announces “I should probably do the same.”

They finish their (stolen or not) coffee and Bert grabs his clothes, before both Gerard and Frank kiss him goodbye at the door.

“Thank you,” Bert smiles warmly at them both. His gratitude is evident in his eyes.

Both men assure him that it was just as much their pleasure, and vow to always be there when he may need either or both of them.

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If it maybe takes Frank a little longer than he had originally
anticipated to get showered and dressed for work, then only Gerard pinning his hips to the shower wall to put his amazing mouth to use, only to have Frank growl and pull him off his cock and up from his knees, to pin him to the wall and fuck him senseless could be to blame. Gerard being a total diva, discarding every outfit Frank tries on, only to finally decide on the one Frank originally put on, didn’t do all that much to help either.

Luckily Frank isn’t late for work yet, even after all these antics. He’s still on time, but barely.

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After Frank is off to work, Gerard readies himself for his own appointment with someone he went to art school with, who is interested in doing a collaboration series. To his delight, the meeting is at Starbucks – so he wouldn’t have to make a stop there first, and the atmosphere there is relaxed enough for the blissed mood he’s in today.

Nothing of consequence happens on his way to Starbucks, but, as he’s about to enter the shop, his phone vibrates in his pocket. He doesn’t recognise the number, but answers anyway. It ends up being a prospective client, which isn’t really a surprise at all.

“Yes, this is Gerard Way speaking,” he confirms the client’s inquiry, completely oblivious to the male sitting alone at a table nearby busy on his laptop.

The man perks up at Gerard’s statement, typing in a new google search immediately for Gerard Way.

Notes

Frank and Gerard are in a monogamous relationship, don't worry!

They're just honest and comfortable enough for things like this not to but a damper on their relationship...

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