One-Shot series

Mikey opened the hotel room door and shut it behind him, calling out softly, "Hello?"
"Gerard?" Frank's voice called back, sounding strained.
He walked into the room and gasped.
Frank was stretched out on the bed, naked. His hands were cuffed together, over his head. There were black leather straps on his thighs, and the muffled buzz of a vibrator was
audible, though the object itself wasn't visible anywhere. He was panting and sweating, squirming on the bed desperately.
Frank turned his head in the direction of the voice he had heard. "Oh no," he whispered.
"Oh my God!" Mikey said.
"Mikey, get out of here," Frank ordered, his voice feeble and desperate.
Mikey took a step towards Frank, looking like he wanted to somehow help his tied up friend. Frank turned a dark shade of red, silently praying that Mikey was really looking him in the
eye.
Mikey snapped out of his shock, back in control of himself. He rushed over and his fumbling fingers started struggling with the handcuffs on Frank's wrists. He managed to undo one,
despite Frank struggling against him, and Frank pulled his arms away from Mikey, trying to squirm away from him. He clipped the cuff back around his wrist and said desperately,
"Mikey, please. Get out of here. Now!"
Suddenly, the hotel room door opened again. Gerard's voice called, "I'm back."
Mikey and Frank both looked over in time to see Gerard walk in, carrying a small bag from the hotel store and wearing only one of the hotel's bathrobes, and stop dead.
"Gerard," Frank breathed in relief.
"Mikey, what the hell are you doing in here?" Gerard burst at his brother.
"I…" Mikey couldn't speak, and looked from his pissed older brother to his panting friend. Frank was staring at Gerard, his huge brown eyes spilling over with desperation and need.
"Get out, Mikey," Frank said.
"Frank," Gerard snapped, his voice taking on a dominant tone. Frank snapped his mouth shut, biting his lower lip and holding back a smile. Then, clenching his jaw to avoid shouting,
Gerard growled softly, "Mikey, get out of our room."
Mikey nodded, dashing out. Before he shut the door all the way, he paused. He opened the door a crack, peeking inside. The bathrobe was on the floor. Mikey heard Gerard say,
"What did I tell you about talking? It's like you want to be punished, Frankie. I guess I bought this chocolate sauce for nothing, seeing as you're not being a good boy like I thought."
Mikey threw his hand over his mouth, stifling a gasp. He shut the door the rest of the way, and ran back to his room.
"Hey," Ray said as Mikey entered the room they were sharing. He looked up from the video game he was playing. "You wanna play?"
Mikey shook his head, his eyes still wide.
"Well, you want some of this ice cream from room service?" Mikey shook his head again. Ray rolled his eyes, and offered in a sing-song voice, "C'mon, it's chocolate."
Mikey went pale at the word, throwing his hand over his mouth, before rushing into the bathroom to throw up.

Notes

Sorry! No smut