One Shot Series

Gerard's POV:

Frank has been acting weird all night. He has been pushing his guitar hard up against himself. I think he might have popped a boner sometime during the concert. He has just been walking up and humping me, licking me, kissing me, grinding against me. Why is he so damn horny tonight? He's making it hard for me to not pop a boner.

Im sitting in the ground belting out lyrics and all of the sudden Frankie is standing right beside me. He throws his guitar over his shoulder and grinds his crotch in my face. What the fuck! He's humping my face. I feel his jean clad boner rubbing against my face. He's moaning like crazy. God do I feel my pants tightening. He knows I'm pan but he doesn't know about my crush on him. I know he's bi, does he have a crush on me too though? If I gave him that boner I feel proud. I grab his ass as he grinds into me. I'm going to have to do something about him later. Good thing my house isn't far away from this venue. He pulls away from me and continues playing. I smirk to myself.

The concert ends and I seize the perfect opportunity. The whole band is chilling in one of the back rooms. I spot Frank and walk up to him. I grab his wrist and yank him away from the group. He gives me a worried look. The group looks at me with confusion.

"All's fine guys. Just need to talk to Frank." I say to them. I think Frank calms down a bit too. I drag him outside and to my car. "Get in." I command. My tone still softer than what I'm going to be using later. He doesn't seem to mind my command and gets in.

"So Gee. What did you want to talk about?" He asks. I start the car and start driving. His eyes widen with worry. "G-Gee. W-where are w-we g-going?" He asks with a stutter.

"My house." Is all I tell him and continue driving. He's fiddling around with everything he can get his hands on. He's very nervous.

We get to my house and I drag Frank inside. I open the door and slam it behind him. I grab him and pin him against the wall. He gives a slight gasp and tears come to his eyes.

"G-gee?" He asks nervously. I growl and keep him pinned against the wall.

"Why did you get a boner on stage Frankie?" I ask in a harsh and teasing tone. He starts shaking slightly.

"S-sorry." He mumbles and hangs his head. I growl at him. Not accepting that as a response. I think he gets my message because he continues. "Y-you w-were wearing t-tight j-jeans." He mumbles with a slight sob. So I was right. I did give him that boner. I grab the collar of his shirt and push him into the living room and onto the couch. I straddle his lap.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me then Frankie?" I hiss at him. "I could have changed my jeans or you could have saved that boner until after the show." I purr in his ear. He finally looks back up to me. Tears streaming down his face. I finally realize fuck, I made him cry. I let go of his collar, my hands shaking. I roll off his lap in horror. I make him cry. I stare at my hands. I look back up at him with tears in my eyes. I shake my head. I stand up and back away from him. "I-I s-scared y-you." I mumble.

He stares at me in horror. He nods his head. I fall to the floor. My heart breaking. The one person I never wanted to be scared of me is now looking at me as if I was a monster. Maybe I am a monster. I feel tears streaming down my face. "G-gee?" I hear him ask nervously. As if I would yell at him for talking.

"I-I'm s-sorry Frankie. I-I'm a-a monster. J-just l-leave me h-here." I mumble into my sobs. I hear the couch creak. Small shuffling footsteps approach me with caution. A hand is placed gently on my back.

"Why Gee?" He asks me softly. He sits beside me. I rest my head on his legs and wrap my arms around his small frame. Both of our eyes puffy with tears.

"O-on s-stage. I d-didn't know why you were so horny. You were only doing those sexual acts with me. I wanted to know why you were so horny and if it was because of me. I wanted to know if you liked me too. I wanted to be playful and intimidating. When I saw you crying. I can't. I hate myself. I made you cry. I betrayed your trust. I can't stand looking at myself knowing that I hurt you." I sob out. He starts petting my hair and rests on of his hands on my side.

"Please don't cry Gee. I was confused and it scared me a little with how dominant you were being. This doesn't make me think any different. Yes, I was horny because of you Gee. You didn't hurt me or betray my trust Gee. Just surprised me a little. Wait... Like you too?" He asks me. A slight playfullness in his voice. I cringed thinking he's going to make fun of me. I let go and stand up. I race to my bedroom and lock the door. I sit at the door crying. I hear soft knocks. "Gee? Gee? Please let me in Gee. What's wrong?" I hear him ask.

"I know that tone. Everyone uses that tone before they make fun of me." I mumble and keep the door locked. I hear his breath hitch.

"M-make fun of you? You think I would do that? No, Gee. I like you too. Please let me in." I hear him say. A light shake in his voice. I unlock the door and scurry to a dark corner in my room and keep myself in a tight ball. I hear him walk in. "Gee? Where are you?" He asks softly. I stay quiet. "Gee, please. Come out of hiding love." He whispers. I stay in place. I hear him sigh and start moving around my room. I keep in my small ball. I feel his foot hit me. I don't give a reaction. He leans down and sees me. I hear his breath catch and he sits beside me. He gives me a sideways hug. "Come on Gee. Please talk to me. I was just scared that you were mad at me. Can we go back to before this all started and continue? I need my Gee back." He tells me softly. I look up at him.

"Y-you d-don't h-hate me?" Is all I manage to mutter out. He stares at me with a sadness in his eyes. An even trail of tears streaming down my pale face. He wipes the tears away softly with his calloused fingers.

"Gee. Why would I hate you? Can we please stop the crying? Let's pretend none of this crying happened and go back to what we were doing before. Now I know I wasn't in trouble so we can fix up that little boo-boo okay?" He asks me. I nod. He kisses my forehead softly and stands up. He extends a hand to me and pulls me up. "Lets clean you up first. I don't want you looking so sad." He tells me. I nod again. We walk to the bathroom and he grabs a cloth. He cleans both of our faces up and walks both of us to the living room again. He sits on the couch exactly where he was sitting before and pulls me onto his lap. "Start where you left off Gee." He says. I take a deep breath and nod.

"I could have just changed my jeans or you could have just saved that boner until after the show." I purr into his ear. My voice still a little shaky. I pet down his arm. I feel him shiver beneath my touch.

"Why save it when I can get another?" He asks seductively. I chuckle and start sucking on his ear. He shivers again. I put a finger under his chin and tilt his head. I start kissing down his neck.

"Maybe because someone doesn't like having his face fucked onstage when he can't do anything about it. Maybe that someone would rather bend that person that was fucking his face over and fuck his sweet little ass. Maybe he wants the person that was fucking his face to know that he really likes them and wants to call them his." I growl slightly and start nipping at the skin on his neck.

"Maybe the person fucking his face already gave himself to the man he was face fucking? Maybe that man onstage who was so horny just couldn't take it any longer? What happens if that man already has another boner and is waiting for the man he face fucked to finally fuck him and own him?" Frankie moans. I growl louder and snap my hips forward. He moans. I start getting rougher and biting at his neck. Leaving many large and harsh hickies that could easily be seen from miles away.

"Fuck Frankie. Own you? Is that how you want it kitten? You're mine kitten." I growl. He whimpers and flips is around so he's straddling me. His hands fly in my hair and I continue sucking at his now marked skin.

"Yes! Please! I'm all yours daddy." Frank moans. I smirk and start pulling his shirt up. I take it off and slide my jacket off. He starts playing with my shirt. I allow him to take it off. I attack his nipple with my mouth. He releases another breathy moan.

"Oh kitten. Do you want to go to my room? You want daddy kitten? Daddy can't wait to show off those marks he gave you." I purr. He wraps his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist.

"Please daddy. I need you. I'm all yours daddy." He moans. I grab his ass and stand up. I kiss him softly and he kisses back eagerly. I chuckle and deepen the kiss. I shove my tongue into his mouth. I find my way to my room and throw him on the bed. I climb ontop of him. I start undoing his belt and rip it off of him. I unbutton his pants. He raises his hips and allows me to drag down his pants. He went commando.

"Kitten. You're so hard. Daddy is going to take care of that for you." I purr to him and stroke down his sides as he fiddled with my belt. I help him out. I'm glad I decided to go commando too. I kiss him and reach over to my bedside table. I pull out a condom and lube. I quickly slip the condom on and quickly prepare him. "Ready kitten?" I ask.

"Yes daddy. Ready when you are." He says innocently to me. I've always been a little possessive over Frank. Now I'm really allowed to be. I line up and slowly push in. His breathing starts getting heavy. "Daddy. It hurts." He whines. I stop moving.

"Okay kitten. I'll wait. Just tell me when you are ready for me to move in." I purr to him and kiss him softly. He shifts down. I push in further and I'm all the way in. "Let me know when to move kitten." I tell him. I can tell he's still adjusting. I start touching him and he moans.

"I'm ready daddy. Please be gentil though." He tells me I nod and kiss him softly. I slowly start moving and letting him adjust to my movements. "Daddy. It's a bit sore." He says to me. I kiss him again.

"I know kitten. Once I find that special spot though you'll be okay." I tell him. He nods. It's been taking my everything to not ruthlessly fuck his ass into the mattress. I shift slightly and that's when I hear it.

"Motherfucking shit fuck! Oh my god! What was that daddy?" He asks me. I chuckle and hit that's spot again. He moans and arches his back.

"Gotcha! That my kitten, was your sweet spot." I tell him and continue picking up the pace and hitting that spot again. He moans and whimpers under me. I feel myself about to come loose and he looks like he's about to as well. "You going to cum kitten?" I ask him. He nods. We both release together.

We sit out our highs. I pull out and take off the condom and tie it up. "Daddy?" He asks me softly. I nod. "Do I still call you daddy after sex?" He asks. I giggle.

"Call me what ever you want love. You are my Frankie, my love, my kitten, my baby. You are mine. You are everything to me my sweetheart." I tell him. He smiles. I kiss his nose and lay in bed beside him. "Let's go to bed. We have to go back to see the boys tomorrow." I tell him softly.

"Okay. You are my Gee, my love, my daddy, my baby. You are mine as well. You are everything to me too." He says to me with a yawn. I smile and wrap him in my arms. We soon fall asleep quite quickly.
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"Yo! Frank! What's with the scarf all of the sudden?" My brother asks. I giggle. Mikey shoots me a confused look. I keep a hand on Frank's shoulder. "What's with you being so possessive over Frank?" Mikey asks me. I growl lightly.

"I'm allowed to be Mikey." I say sternly. Frankie looks up to me. I smile at him. "Am I allowed to be possessive over you Frankie?" I ask. He smiles widely.

"Yes Gee!" Frankie says cheerily. Mikey gives him an odd look.

"Why may I ask?" Mikey questions. I smirk and prowl around Frankie. He just keeps an eye on Mikey. Mikey looks as if he's questioning my behaviour. I grab the edge of Frankie's scarf and pull it off. I stand behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.

"His mine Mikey." I growl. Frankie leans into me and I kiss his head.

"Daddy. I think he figured out I'm yours." Frankie says with a giggle. I keep him close to me and Mikey stares at us in horror.

"Yes kitten." I tell him. He leans up to me for a kiss and I happily comply. "Want us to put on a show for you Mikey?" I ask with a chuckle knowing he's an asexual. His eyes widen and shakes his head no. His face goes pale. He runs off.
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3rd Person POV:

Mikey runs into the tour bus, a ghostly pale.

"Woah dude! Looks like you just saw a ghost!" Ray says to Mikey. The younger Way stares at his two other bandmates.

"Worse." He says. His thought being cut off by his brother and Frank walking into the bus. He screams and runs out covering his ears. Ray and Bob watch as the young Mikey goes running. Frank and Gerard chuckle.

"What was that all about?" Bob asks the two. Frank takes off his scarf again. Bob and Ray stare at the marks on the youngest's neck. "Frank get laid? By who?" Bob asks. A low and primal growl can be heard from Gerard. Gerard grabs his boyfriend and towers over him while keeping his arms laced around the younger.

"I gave him those marks. Right kitten?" Gerard purrs. Ray and Bob stare at the two unbelievingly. They know well about the stage gay but just thought of the two as friends, not lovers.

"Yes daddy." Frankie says innocently to his love. Gerard smirks and stares the other two men down.

"I'm just going to go." Ray says nervously and runs out calling Mikey for help. The two lovers chuckle.

"I don't believe you two." Bob says challengingly. Both of the lovers smirk. What Bob didn't know is that the two were some of the kinkiest people you'd meet. They were more than willing to prove it.

Mikey and Ray were sitting across the street from the bus when they see a paled Bob walk out and sit beside them. Fear and regret in his eyes.

"We need a new couch." He says with his voice shaking.

"Why do we need a new couch?" Mikey asks nervously. Just then Gerard and Frank walk out of the bus with sexed out hair and giggling. Bob spots them and screams. The thing is, Bob doesn't scream. The two lovers walk and sit beside their friends.

"Like our little show Bob?" Frank purrs as Gerard continues sucking on his neck. All three men stare at them in complete fear. They had realized what poor Bob had witnesses. What had been seen could not be unseen.

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