Loner

The music meets their ears, even as they're just approaching the club. Frank happens to be friends with the manager, thus he always insists that they come here. Gerard doesn't have any objections, though, because it really is a great club. The line at the doors is only a few bodies long, and soon they're stepping inside (not needing to pull any strings tonight, because they came at the ideal time, it seems) to be met with strobe lights, a disco ball and deafening dance music. Naturally, the dance floor is not the first place to draw their attention, but rather the bar. They push their way to the front, and Frank turns to ask Bert and Gerard what they want to drink.

Of course Bert is quick to join Frank in drinking some Jack. Gerard, however, seems to be having a little trouble deciding what he'd prefer to indulge in tonight. Frank would roll his eyes at him, but his expression is so cute and serious, that he only feels his chest clench with sheer love for the man.

"I'd like...uhm...hm. Fuck, I don't know what I want. Just give me a Corona."

"Hey, I'll be right back with you guys. I'm going to find the bathroom in this place," Bert informs them.

Gerard is actually grateful for his brief absence, because he has to tell Frank about Eric. Frank nods, acknowledging Bert’s departure, and they both watch him walk away.

"Hey, Frankie."

Frank turns his attention to his boyfriend, and Gerard suddenly feels stupid for having called Eric earlier.

"I think I did a bad thing."

Frank kind of stops for a second, looking at Gerard a little confused.

"Uhm," he asks, almost hesitantly. "What, baby?" His heart beats a little faster, and he really hopes this is just Gerard overreacting a little.

The look on Frank’s face almost makes Gerard change his mind about telling him. Gerard is suddenly unsure whether Frank actually really needs to know. Eric showing up out of the blue could be seen as a total coincidence.

Gerard knows that he can't do that, though.

"It was a stupid idea I had back home, and I kind of called Eric, and invited him out to join us."

Frank stares at Gerard for a moment, then finally shakes his head a little at him. "I don't get it, Gee." He gently touches his neck. "Why do you think it's bad?"

"Well, I wanted to set him up with Bert," Gerard admits. "But then I realized that I don't really know this guy. What if Bert doesn't want to be set up with someone, and he's mad, or what if he gets hurt?"

"Gee," Frank smiles warmly at his man, "Do you even have the slightest idea how incredibly sweet you are?"

Gerard blushes, and opens his mouth to answer, but closes it when their little conversation is cut short when the bartender hands them their drinks.

"There's no backing out now," Gerard says, seeing a bleached blonde man, which he realizes is Eric, approaching them.

"What?" Frank asks, then looks in the same direction that Gerard is looking. He immediately sees the guy who must be Eric, because he notices Gerard, and heads straight for them.

"Gerard!" Eric beams as soon as he reaches them.

He looks different. Gerard can't really figure out how, exactly. It does not matter, though, because he is here and he is, hopefully, about to spend the night with the man of his dreams. (Or, maybe, that’s just Gerard’s hopeful, romantic side shining through).

"Eric, hey! I'm glad you could make it."

Frank looks on curiously as Eric wraps Gerard in a quick hug. "Hey," he smiles at him politely.

Eric turns to Frank, extending a hand. "Hey, sorry," he grins, a little sheepish. "Eric."

"Frank," he responds quickly, not sure how he feels about this man before him.

Bert returns at this point, and Gerard eagerly sets about introducing the two men to each other.

"Bert, this is my friend, Eric," he says, barely hesitating to introduce the stranger as such. "And this is my best friend, Bert."

He watches, almost gleefully, as the pair exchange greetings. Eric is as charming as Gerard remembers.

"Hello, Bert. It's a real pleasure to meet you," he says smoothly, blinding smile flashed in Bert’s direction.

Bert's eyes scan over Eric for a moment, and then he gets this pleased little twitch in his lips. Frank’s pretty sure it's a sign that he likes him.

"Pleasure," Bert smiles brightly, extending his hand to Eric in greeting. It's kind of amusing how they all keep greeting each other in this manner tonight, but Frank supposes it's probably normal.

"Shall I get us drinks, Bert?" Eric is much too suave to be coy.

Gerard’s inner girl claps happily at how well this is going. Bert seems to like Eric, but Gerard thinks it would be hard not to like him. He is clearly a master in making someone feel like the most important person in the room. Gerard remembers the time they spoke at Starbucks. All his attention had been focused on Gerard, like Gerard had been the only person in the room. It was a good trick to have when trying to get someone's attention.

Frank looks in Gerard's direction, trying to determine his reaction. He seems to approve of how Bert and Eric are reacting to each other. Well, it makes sense, since he wanted to introduce them. If he isn't picking up any warning signs, Frank’s not going to worry himself. It wouldn't be the first time he got a little paranoid, after all.

The two men head towards the bar, leaving Frank with Bert's drink he ordered for him. Well, he’s not going to complain.

"Shall we get drunk and dance, baby?" he smirks at Gerard.

"Hmm," he grins. "Trying to get into my pants, Mr Iero?"

Gerard doesn't have any alcohol in his system yet, aside from the wine he had drunk earlier with Bert, while they had been waiting for Frank, but he’s already horny as hell. Maybe it's the club's atmosphere, or maybe his hormone levels are still running high after the little incident in their apartment before they came here to the club.

Frank drowns his own drink in one gulp, immediately doing the same to the one he had ordered (unnecessarily) for Bert. That little look Gerard is giving him clearly sends the message that their sexual activity for the day is far from over.

"Come on, baby," he pulls him closer to him by the small of his back, nearly spilling his drink.

"Hold on." Gerard takes a large swig of his beer, before putting it down on a nearby table. "I'm all yours," he informs Frank, closely pressing his body to his boyfriend’s.

"Don't you forget it, baby," Frank smirks, kissing Gerard’s irresistible lips quickly, leading him to where all the other couples are shamelessly grinding in a sweaty mass, only to do the same. He likes to entertain himself with the idea that they're being a bit classier about it all than some others, though.

----

"So," Eric smirks at Bert, "Those two are pretty smitten, huh?"

"Frank and Gerard? Oh, yeah. Ever since I met them, they've been inseparable. Sometimes it gets a little uncomfortable to watch them, but they're perfect for each other," Bert grins, watching his best friends being unable to keep their hands off each other, choosing to omit some of his more personal feelings.

"That's nice," Eric smiles, wide and completely fake. This shit is exactly what he was afraid of. Well, at least Bert is yummy enough. Eric is pretty sure that he'd be able to keep him perfectly entertained for a while.

"Yeah, but tell me about yourself. How do you know Gerard?"

"Oh," Eric chuckles. "Yeah, that's a funny story, actually." Bert looks very interested to hear the story, and Eric finds himself getting briefly lost in his piercing blue eyes, before quickly recovering. "He and I just kinda kept bumping into each other coincidentally."

"Oh yeah?" Bert takes a sip of his drink, curious to hear what else Eric has to say. He is good looking, not in the same way as Gerard, but still. Even his hair reminds Bert of Gerard (when he had his hair bleached for a while). Gerard introduced Eric as his friend, so he must be a pretty solid guy.

"Yeah," Eric smiles. "Strangely enough, our meetings mostly kept taking place at Starbucks. I spilled his coffee on him the very first time I met him, actually. He was in such a hurry, though. He didn't even allow me to buy him a new one. The next time I bumped into him there, though, I finally got to buy him a fucking coffee."

Bert laughs at his words. He has to laugh. It is so typical of Gerard to only leave the apartment for Starbucks.

"That's not surprising, because he is the biggest caffeine addict that I know. You can probably get him to do anything in exchange for a cup of coffee."

"Yeah?" Eric smirks, raising his eyebrow slightly. That's rather valuable information, which he needs to store away for future use. "And what would I be able to get YOU to do for coffee?" he adds, feeling bold.

"I'd say I'm more of a nicotine addict," Bert smiles in response to his flirting. "I'm sure we can come to some agreement."

"Good to know," Eric winks. "I'm also more of a nicotine junkie, myself. I'm sure we'll get along just fine." He can sense that he’s gonna have quite some fun with Bert.

Bert thinks to himself that he must remember to thank Gerard for introducing him to his friend, because he finds himself taking quite a liking to him.

"Can I get you another drink?" he offers, noticing his empty glass.

"On one condition," Eric smirks at Bert. "I get the pleasure of dancing with you."

"We can always skip the drink," Bert winks. He’s not sure where that came from, but it feels good to take charge.

"I'm not gonna argue there," Eric beams at him. "Come on," he pulls him towards the grinding masses.

His eagerness surprises Bert, but he follows all too willingly. The night is just starting, and Bert can already tell that it's going to be unforgettable. His hips meet Eric’s as soon as they stop near Frank and Gerard's grinding bodies.

Eric senses that Bert is kind of putty in his hands, so he’s just going to fully enjoy this. He pulls Bert closer to him, grinding his hips onto his to the pulsing beat of the music around them. Bert meets him half-way on every thrust, without fail.

It's been a while since Bert experienced the sensation of grinding up against someone. It feels good. The alcohol and thumping music as well as the air of expectation contribute to the feeling and it's not too difficult to get lost in the moment. Eric is particularly skilled in his movements, after all.

Eric wasn't necessarily particularly planning on it, but he might actually be going home with Bert tonight, or even taking him back to his place. He’s definitely on the right path for getting completely turned on, and Bert seems to be not that far behind.

The tension between their bodies keeps building, song after song, until it reaches a point where Bert can't take it anymore, and instinctively he steps away. There is no need to let this become embarrassing.

"Fuck, Bert," Eric pants, "Would I be completely out of line in assuming that this needs to go a little further?" Fuck, he hopes Bert doesn't say no, because he’s literally aching for him, and he doesn't even give a single fuck why anymore.

"No," Bert says breathlessly. This is so bad. He can't go home with a guy he doesn't know. Fuck it, it won't exactly be the first time, and if he doesn't, he’s going to explode. This is probably not at all what Gerard had in mind when he introduced two of his friends to one another. He'll worry about Gerard hating him in the morning, though. "Your place or mine?"

"Fuck," Eric groans, trying to clear his mind enough to form a required reply. "Uhm, I don't know about you, but my place is kinda close to here...?" he gently runs his fingertips over the skin of Bert’s forearm, enjoying the way he seems to slightly shiver at Eric’s light touch.

He is only running his fingertips over Bert’s arm, but Bert could feel it in his groin. He really hadn't gotten laid in a long time. That has to be it.

"Your place then." he states, grabbing Eric’s hand, and heading for the doors.

Bert’s eagerness is really thrilling. Eric loves knowing that this is as exciting to Bert as it is to him. He hasn't had a little hook-up like this in a while, so he’s positive that this will be an amazing evening. As Bert leads Eric towards the exit, Gerard and Frank notice them.

Bert stops quickly to tell the guys that they're leaving. He doesn't want them needlessly worrying about him.

"GERARD," he shouts, trying to get Gerard’s attention over the loud music.

Frank reluctantly let's him go to talk to them.

"We're heading out. You guys don't mind, do you?" Bert asks anxiously. In his head, he’s praying that Gerard is cool with this.

"Of course," he immediately grins. "Thanks for letting us know."

Bert nods, hurriedly pulling Eric away again.

"YOU KIDS HAVE FUN NOW!" Gerard calls after them.

Eric looks back at him and Gerard winks, giving him a thumbs up. Eric smirks, and turns to follow Bert out the club. As soon they are out of sight, Gerard turns to Frank with a satisfied smile.

"They totally hit it off!" Gerard exclaims excitedly. "Bert is getting laid tonight," he grins unashamed.

"Yeah," Frank nibbles Gerard's ear gently. "Hopefully I'll be getting laid tonight too, baby."

"Hopefully Eric and Bert are happy together. I might just have a knack at setting people up. I'm like Cupid," Gerard continues to gush. He’s still too happy about their sudden leaving together to realize what Frank is hinting at.

----

"Okay, Bertie, wanna make this a little interesting?" Eric smirks at him, hoping he'll be into some more adventurous things.

Bert gulps, not exactly sure what Eric means by ‘interesting’. He’s too afraid that he'll kick him out if he says no, so...

"Definitely," Bert hears myself say, nodding vigorously.

Eric grins, satisfied with Bert’s eager reply. This should be fun. "How about you," he trails his finger down Bert’s cheek, down his throat, down his chest, to his nipple; then circles around it, "leave me a trail of clothes, leading to the location you want this to go down, while I go get us some...supplies?"

Bert stares at him for a second, momentarily speechless.

"Think you can do that for me, Bertie?" he coos, wanting a reaction from the other male.

Bert nods, and watches him disappear from the room. Somehow Bert doesn't think the bedroom is included in this little game.

The kitchen...

He’s never been fucked on a table before. He almost feels bad for the idea, and his sudden eagerness. He hurriedly removes his jacket, and drops it on the floor. The rest of his clothes are quick to follow, and soon he’s in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his underwear. He’s not sure whether he should keep them on, or take them off. In the end, they are discarded somewhere randomly.

Eric hurries over to his study, which happens to be the location for all his...supplies. Upon entering, he notices that he still has the folder with the pictures he had downloaded of Gerard open on his PC, and that the picture of him with his platinum hair from earlier is still posted to the wall. He hurriedly rips it off, stashing it in the top drawer of his desk. He also exits the folder of the pictures on the PC, also completely logging out of his user profile (which is protected by a password, of course). He opens the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out a pair of cuffs. It would probably not be a very smart move to go much further than that with Bert tonight. He grabs some lube and condoms too, and heads off to follow the trail the other man had left for him, with a devilish smirk on his face.

Bert waits nervously for Eric to come find him. He leaves the lights off, for some unexplainable reason, only allowing the streetlight to cast a small amount of clarity on the situation. Eric may be more surprised if he turns them on himself. He considers that he should maybe have kept his underwear on, let Eric take them off instead.

The trail of Bert's clothes leads Eric to the kitchen. Well, he has to admit, that's definitely not something he’s used to, and he can't say that he expected it from Bert tonight, but he’s not going to complain. He’s feeling adventurous tonight, after all. The kitchen is dark, and he’s tempted to switch the light on, to see Bert's reaction, but he decides that surprise would be far more exciting. As he makes his way over to Bert torturously slowly, he wastes no time in trailing his hands over Bert’s body. To his delight, Eric finds him completely naked. He didn't even keep his underwear on. Slut.

Bert finds some minimal comfort in the fact that Eric keeps the lights off. He shudders as Eric's hands roam his entire body. He doesn't expect it, but Eric goes straight for the kill.

Eric feels Bert shudder beneath his touch, as he swiftly parts Bert’s thighs. He bites and sucks his marks into Bert’s tender flesh. If he does this right, Bert would be marked for weeks. As Bert thrashes above him, Eric’s urge to cuff him, and fuck Bert mercilessly, only grows.

Bert was never going to make it at this rate. Eric’s teeth on his thighs... All of his mouth... Bert can't even form a coherent thought, and they’ve barely done anything. Maybe if Bert distracts his thoughts from Eric’s actions, he’d be able to think straight – and not explode on the spot. He grabs onto Eric’s shoulders, pushing his jacket down his arms.

As Bert impatiently pushes at Eric’s clothes, Eric decides to finally discard them. He starts with his jacket, since Bert had already started getting rid of it for him. He makes a bit of a show of slowly removing his shirt, belt, jeans, shoes and socks. He loves the look that Bert gives him, like he's hungry, as he slowly teases him.


His underwear is Bert’s to take off, Bert decides, long before Eric even takes off his jeans. As Eric reaches for them, Bert grabs his hands, stopping his movements.

"Mine," he says through gritted teeth.

If Eric can make a show of it, so can he. He has a lot more courage now that he’s not the only naked guy in the room. He slowly reaches his hands forward, and places them on Eric’s hips. He pulls him closer to his body. His hands glide to Eric’s back, and down into his somewhat tight briefs. His hands briefly cup Eric’s ass, and he also uses the opportunity to press his dick against his own. Finally, Bert proceeds in taking off Eric’s last piece of clothing, slowly gliding them down his legs and allowing his erection to spring free.

Bert is getting a little too handsy for Eric’s liking, like he might be the one in control here. That's not really the case, though.

"Bert," Eric groans, getting a little bit of distance between their bodies. "I think we'll be needing this," he smirks, even in the darkness, as he reaches for the cuffs, gliding it teasingly over Bert’s heated skin.

The cool metal against Bert’s skin, and the sound it makes, instantly lets him know that Eric intends to cuff him. He’s not sure how, and to what, exactly, though he’s sure that the room holds endless possibilities. He’s not about to chicken out.

"Okay," he lets out a ragged breath.

It looks like Bert won't be making things too difficult for Eric tonight. He seems willing enough, even a little eager, to submit to him. Eric’s not totally sure if that little fact pleases him, but he guesses it'll give him more consensual possibilities to choose from.

"Baby, shall I cuff you to the fridge? Hmm? Shall I have you standing up for me, while I fuck you? Have you spread these legs of yours, while I pound into you so hard you'll forget your own name?" he growls into Bert’s ear. "Does that sound good to you?”

Anything sounds good at this moment. This whole element of surprise, of not knowing what Eric’s going to do to him, is a real turn on. It's very exciting.

"What about all over? The kitchen, I mean," he lets out breathily.

"Fuck," Eric growls, pulling roughly at Bert's hair, biting at his now exposed throat. "I'm gonna enjoy you, baby," he murmurs into his skin, which tastes like a turned on, sweaty man should. It's enough to drive him insane. Eric, not even remotely gently, shoves him bodily against the fridge, relishing the little "ooff" sound he exhales. He makes quick work of cuffing him, slapping his ass hard, for good measure. "Spread 'em," he orders.

Bert doesn't even think about hesitating, and instantly separates his feet about shoulder width. The stinging sensation of the slap to his ass is slowly fading, and actually feels good.

Eric notices his breath hitching at the smack. "You like that, huh?" he growls. "You want me to hit you?"

"I..."

Bert’s not sure if that's what he wants. He’s fucking cuffed to the fridge. What if things get out of hand? He really doesn't know this guy.

Eric senses that he is met with slight resistance. It might be more exciting than it's supposed to be, but he brushes that thought off.

"I said," he growls, pulling Bert’s hair roughly, "you want me to hit you?" he bites at his neck to emphasise his urgency.

The sudden pull of his hair takes Bert by surprise, but doesn't exactly hurt. The more important issue, though: why the hell not?

"Yeah," he shudders.

Satisfied that he was finally graced with a reply, Eric starts off by planting a few smacks to Bert’s inhumanely fine ass. Then something in him just...snaps, and he starts landing the hits on any piece of flesh at his disposal.

"What the fuck? Dude..." Bert stammers, as the sting on his skin grows a little uncomfortable. "What are you doing?"

"Unf," Eric bites into Bert’s shoulder, breathing raggedly, as he feels his heart racing at an alarming speed.

Something in him reminds him that it might not necessarily be the best idea to completely abuse the man he’s hooking up with, especially since he's Gerard's best friend. He'd be damned if he didn't fuck his brains out in the very near future, though.

"Shut the fuck up!" he hisses, lowering swiftly to level himself with Bert’s ass. He parts the cheeks, using his fingers and tongue to open him up for him, not really bothering to be particularly gentle about it. Judging by Bert’s mewls and moans, he doesn't think Bert's really all that opposed to it.

That's more like it for Bert. He arches his back, relaxing into it. Now he feels that they are finally getting somewhere again. At least, somewhere that doesn't leave him completely bruised and battered. He was worried there for a second. Eric clearly has some demons to deal with. If only Bert wasn't cuffed to the fridge, he could've helped him.

"You ready?" Eric breathes against Bert’s ass, kneading the cheeks, biting gently.

"Do it," Bert says bravely, biting down on his lower lip as he waits for the impact.

That's all the encouragement Eric needs. He quickly fumbles on the condom, and slicks himself up with the lube, enjoying watching Bert squirm helplessly against the fridge. He lines himself up with Bert, and pushes in with one swift, dizzying thrust. "Holy mother of fuck," he pants. "You feel so...FUCK!" he pulls out a few inches, and slams back in. His eyes roll back, nearly popping out of his head, in pure pleasure.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Bert almost slurs. That feels so fucking good. He forces his hips backwards to meet Eric’s merciless thrusts, needing him to go much deeper.

"Oh, fuck!" Eric grabs a firm hold of Bert’s slim hips, hoping to mark him with yet more bruises, and picks up his pace. He fucks into him frantically and mercilessly, going as hard, fast and deep as the position can possibly allow, earning the most delicious of sounds from Bert.

Bert’s muscles strain from supporting himself against the fridge, otherwise Eric would fuck him right into it – not that Bert would even mind, being too far gone in ecstasy.

"Aw...uh...uh...uuuuhuhuh..." his head hangs backwards, rolling around as he moans in pleasure. His cock only needs some attention, then this would all be perfect, because the (not so) little fucker is throbbing like a bitch.

"Can...fuck, Bert...can you...fuuuuck...come on d-demand?" Eric stutters through that sentence. He wants Bert to come from just this, for some reason. He really feels like he’d need that to push him over the edge. "You gonna cum for me? Huh?" he growls. "You gonna lose it like a needy little whore?"

It's the release that Bert had been craving since their hips met on the dance floor at the club. His back arches, and his eyes roll back, as he lets go, and releases everything at Eric’s pleas (or, more like, commands).

"Fuck," Eric growls deep in his throat as Bert loses it.

Bert’s whole body goes tense, and shaking with it, too, but at the same time it's like he's relaxing into it. He clenches around Eric, which is enough for Eric to tighten his grip on Bert’s hips, as he snaps forward into him a few more times, before shoving as deeply as possible into him, and releasing a huge load into the condom.

"Fuck."

Eric suddenly regrets wearing the condom in the first place, which might prove to have something to do with being slightly possessive, but the intensity of the orgasm cannot be denied, either way.

He collapses onto Bert while they both heave for air, and Bert is actually disappointed that it's over so soon.

"You," Eric pants, struggling for breath, "are fucking amazing. Shit."

"That was fucking amazing." Bert agrees wholeheartedly. "I'm kind of disappointed that it's done. Can you please unlock my cuffs?" he asks, tugging gently at his restraints. Now that they're done, he feels awkward being cuffed.

Eric’s light laughter is muffled into Bert’s shoulder, as he slowly pulls out. He ignores Bert’s request, carefully pulling off the condom, tying it off, and heading to the trashcan to dispose of it.

"Thirsty?" he asks lightly, casually, pulling a bottle of Smirnoff from the liquor cabinet. He raises his eyebrow at Bert quizzically, pulling two glasses from the cabinet next to it.
Bert is confused by his reaction, but answers Eric’s question nonetheless.

"Yeah."

Eric smirks at him, pouring some of the liquor into the glasses. He gulps his own down, heading back towards Bert with the other glass. He barely allows Bert to have a proper sip of his, all while still being cuffed to the fridge, before downing the rest of it down himself. He places both glasses down on the table, and leaves the kitchen to go get some smokes, not bothering to tell Bert where he’s going.

Well, shit. Now what? Bert wonders briefly why he agreed to come here with this guy? He has to remind himself, though, that it was because he just had the best sex of his life. But the guy has issues. It doesn't matter, though, because Bert has those too.

He pulls at the cuffs, all in vain, of course.

"Eric? Hey, Eric! Do you mind giving me a hand here?"

Eric returns to the kitchen with the cigarettes.

"You want a smoke?" he asks, nonchalant, once again ignoring Bert’s request, lighting up two cigarettes, not even bothering to wait for his reply whether he wants to smoke or not.

"Does it matter?" Bert asks, annoyed. It's not like Eric listens to him.

Once Eric has both cigarettes lit, he smirks as he walks into Bert’s space. He brushes his lips lightly against Bert’s.

"Grumpy, baby?" he coos in his sweetest voice.

"Can you blame me? You're acting like a jerk."

Bert is in no position to piss him off, but that's what he is, pissed off. He’s sticky and tired, and fucking cuffed to a fridge. In a stranger’s house, no less.

Eric gently kisses up and down Bert’s neck. "Want to go take a shower?" he mumbles into his skin. He pulls away, grabbing the keys to uncuff him.

Bert relaxes, relieved that Eric doesn't plan on leaving him here all night, nodding slowly. "That would be nice."

Eric hands him his cigarette, and they make their way to the bathroom, smoking in post-orgasmic bliss.

----

“Finally,” Frank pants as he shoves Gerard up against the door, after barely locking it. “Took fucking long enough,” he whines, latching his mouth onto Gerard’s neck, tasting the sweat from a night out dancing and grinding there.

“Mmmm,” Gerard hums. “Eager, are we?”

“Don’t be cute,” Frank mumbles into Gerard’s skin. “Just fucking fuck my brains out already.”

“Whatever you say,” Gerard growls, flipping them over, so Frank is the one against the wall.

“Shit,” Frank breathes.

They quickly stumble out of their clothes, discarding it all over the floor, before hungrily latching onto each other again. Like it’s both their first and last time together.

The transition from the pair frantically kissing, to Frank up against the wall, with his legs wrapped tightly around his boyfriend, and his boyfriend pounding into his prostate perfectly on every single thrust, is such a blurry one – but completely fucking fantastic, all the same.

“Oh, motherfuck,” Frank grunts, clawing at Gerard’s back for dear life.

“Yeah?” Gerard grunts huskily. “You like that?”

“Fuuuuck,” Frank moans, already feeling it building up inside him, threatening to rip him apart.

“Shit,” Gerard breathes, pumping in and out frantically, reconnecting their mouths to swallow the worst of their moans.

Frank is the first to lose it, having been on edge all night, but Gerard is right there with him.

“Now…I…remember…why…I…love…you…” Frank pants, startling a tiny laugh out of Gerard.

Gerard would normally make a joke about being offended that Frank is only with him to use him as a fuck-toy, but he still has his cock shoved up Frank’s ass after they’ve both just cum their brains out –so he just kisses him again, instead.

----

When Bert opens his eyes after a surprisingly peaceful sleep, he sees Eric watching him, cigarette in hand.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," Eric grins. "Smoke?" he grabs the pack on the nightstand, along with the lighter, and holds it out to him, without really waiting for an answer.

It's definitely not the worst way Bert can come up with to start the day. He pulls out a cigarette from the pack, and places it between his lips, waiting for Eric to light it.

It's almost like he's ordering Eric with his eyes to light the cigarette for him, but Eric feels like making him work a little harder for it. He cocks his eyebrow at Bert, smirk taking over his lips. Rolling his eyes, Eric throws his leg over Bert, so he’s straddling him, pinning his writs above his head. Cigarette still between his lips, Eric leans down towards him, inhaling deeply, exhaling the smoke through his nose, making sure to blow it in Bert’s face.

Bert inhales Eric's second hand smoke. There is only one way to do this then, he figures. He lifts his head up in order to press his own cigarette to Eric’s already lit one.

"Mm-mm," Eric mumbles, shaking his head, his eyes conveying that Bert won't get his way that easily – if he even gets to have his way at all.

This man is frustrating Bert extremely, to say the least. He’s not quite sure what Eric wants him to do, anyway.

Eric smirks around the cigarette between his lips, amusement blazing in his eyes, until Bert huffs and spits the cigarette out to the side, scowling up at him in pure annoyance.

"You really get your kicks from being a dick, don't you?" Bert questions, feeling more than a little annoyed. "You love being in control." This time it isn't a question.

Eric pushes himself up a bit, his hand resting solidly on Bert’s chest, as he takes one last, satisfying, inhale from his cigarette, before stubbing it out in the ashtray on the nightstand. Exhaling the smoke into the air between them, he allows his smirk to grow.

"Well," he mutters, shifting a bit, rolling his hips down on Bert’s tauntingly, "not all of you seems to be complaining."

Bert immediately feels the sensations Eric’s little movement causes, but he ignores it.

"I wasn't complaining. It was just an observation."

"Okay," Eric concedes, "let me put it this way, baby: either you shut your mouth right now, or I'm putting it to good use. Hmm?"

Bert practically chokes at those words, staring up at the still smirking man above him.

"What did you have in mind?"

Eyebrow raised, Eric glances down between them. "Well," he pretends to be considering, "you have a pretty big mouth. I'm sure you'd be able to fit all of me," he winks teasingly.

There's an appealing idea if Bert’s ever heard one. This time he could give Eric a good time.

"Payment for last night?" he smirks.

"If you wanna look at it that way," Eric grins. "Or maybe I just wanna get my fucking dick sucked."

"Sounds good enough to me," Bert grins back, reaching his hands forward, and placing them on Eric’s thighs, almost willing him closer.

"Mmmm, someone's eager," Eric breathes, shifting forward, bringing his cock within better reach of Bert’s face. And, wow, sleeping naked was a very smart move.

Bert’s hands snake around to Eric’s backside, and his palms press slightly upward, lifting him up by barely an inch. He lifts his head from the pillow, and then Eric is inside his mouth. Finally.

"Oh, fuck," Eric exhales. "Shit, yeah!" Bert is really good. "Fuck, so good. You, oh fuck, you do this a lot, don't you?" he pants, as Bert’s doing something with his tongue that's, without a doubt, a very practised move. "You like sucking cock, huh, you slut? Fucking shit!"

He clearly didn't expect Bert to be any good, and Bert almost grins in satisfaction. Instead, he makes sure to take all of Eric in, and then focuses all his efforts on making him explode.

"Fuuuuck," Eric moans, loud and drawn out.

It feels like Bert just sucked all his brains out. He can feel his orgasm building, and he’s not even going to consider being a gentleman about it. He’s gonna cum inside his amazing mouth, and he better fucking swallow.

It's not just about sucking anymore. Bert realizes that Eric’s close when his hips start moving, gradually increasing their speed.

"Ohfuck," Eric groans, releasing all of his load down Bert’s throat without warning, feeling Bert’s fingers dig into the flesh of his ass. Fuck.

Bert swallows the hot liquid, and even sucks him clean, before releasing him and licking his lips.

"Fucking," Eric pants, slumping a bit, trying to regulate his breathing. He’s pretty sure that he has never had his dick sucked quite like this before. "You like that, huh, slut?"

"I think you rather liked it too," Bert grins, somewhat triumphantly, a little too smug for Eric’s taste.

"Oh, yeah?" Eric asks, crawling off of Bert, slumping down on the bed next to him. "Wanna hear what happens next, though?"

Bert sure hopes that it has something to do with his own satisfaction, because he has quite a boner of his own after their activities.

"Well, I'll tell you what'll happen next. You," Eric points at him, "are going to stand there in front of the bed," he indicates the space that he is referring to, "and you're gonna give me a bit of a show, taking care of this," he grabs a hold of Bert’s boner, squeezing it a bit. "If it pleases me," he grins, hearing Bert’s breath hitching in his throat at his touch (or his words), "I might fuck you in the shower afterwards."

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