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Tucker couldn’t tear his eyes away from Frank, not when he was like this on stage. The way he shut his eyes and played like the music was coursing through him, locks of dark hair falling over his face in a way that made him appear angelic. He was already imagining himself kneeling below the guitarist waiting for him to spit directly into his own mouth every time he noticed shining saliva on his chin.
However, Tucker wasn’t sure if that’s how he wanted things to play out tonight, especially with how Gerard kept looking over at Frank with a similar expression and obviously thinking very similar things. He didn’t feel exactly possessive though, the usual burning in his chest failing to even slightly occur. Instead, he felt that he and Gerard were both in this position together, watching Frank like he was their prey.
Frank was pretty much oblivious to the mental turmoil his stage partners were experiencing. He was too lost in performing as he screamed into his mic and bounced around stage, occasionally swaying around Gerard just to then run off to play with Ray. To Gerard, it felt like letting a dog off the leash in it’s favourite park - said park being Anfield stadium.
The show had to continue regardless of both Tucker and Gerard’s one track minds, Tucker luckily being able to simply stand back and admire the view he had. Although he did feel a small surge of jealousy every time Frank strode over to Gerard to strum on his guitar against him and make all sorts of questionable expressions which further sparked his imagination.
It seemed the guitarist was in an entirely different headspace all together, practically drooling on himself as he played, shaking his head around and getting any attention he could from his bandmates. It only made both Tucker and Gerard more eager to get their hands on him afterwards, plenty of ideas filling their minds on what they were going to do while keeping him in the dumb puppy headspace he was happily in.
Gerard was fully aware of the way Frank was acting, knowing a lot of it was over excitement about the show, but couldn’t let it get to him too much as he continued to put on the whole black parade act for the audience. Frank wasn’t necessarily out of character in terms of their performance, more just out of any sense of reality.
Remaining in his ignorant bliss, Frank continued to drink up every second of their set, putting his whole body into playing his guitar and practically moaning into the microphone at every opportunity for background vocals. The audience’s screaming at his every yell was drowned out as background noise as he sunk further into the zone.
By the end of ‘mama’, he leaned forward, feeling the show in his every nerve as his eyelids closed and his mouth dropped open. He could feel saliva falling from his lips and onto the floor in front of him but he couldn’t have cared less, far too engrossed in everything else around him.
Gerard’s eyes could only quickly glance over but Tucker had all the time in the world to stare at Frank, knowing everybody else in the stadium was too preoccupied to be watching who he had his eyes on. Even if he stood in the back along with other actors, he had to remind himself to stay in character with a firm expression and not soften his eyes at the sight of Frank’s antics.
Once the band were on the B stage, Tucker was already backstage getting changed out of his outfit while thinking of all of the different ways he could have Frank in their hotel later.
His mind raced with every possibility, almost falling over while changing his pants due to being so distracted by his own thoughts. The drummer considered all of the items that he was certain Gerard would’ve brought in his suitcase, hidden in a little bag that rarely got opened on tour anymore - he was certain that Frank’s collar would’ve been in there along with various toys.
A little clumsily, he reached over to the dressing table where his phone was situated before opening it and quickly finding Gerard’s contact. He typed out a quick and simple message for the singer to see after they’d finished their B stage set with the intention of it catching his attention.
‘come with frank to my hotel room after? bring ur bag’
He hummed, pleased with himself being able to get the point across in such few words before turning his phone off and shoving it into his pocket.
All he had to do now was wait for the others to finish their set and then they could have their fun.
Meanwhile on the B stage, Frank seemed to have at least calmed down somewhat, not exactly drooling all over the place but he still hopped around the stage looking giddy like his tail was wagging. Gerard couldn’t help but indulge now he was no longer in character, constantly smiling at him and teasing him in front of the crowd by joking that the guitarist had called him ‘too pretty’ to look at the big lights.
It didn’t seem too difficult to fluster the guitarist when he was so lost in their set, hooked onto each of Gerard’s words yet each one fell short of registering in his mind. Gerard didn’t care, he drank up the blissful expression on Frank’s face in adoration, knowing he was in for an even better time later on.
After playing ‘the kids from yesterday’ as their final song and waving goodbye to the audience, the band headed out of sight and backstage where they almost collapsed in exhaustion. The whole thing had felt almost cathartic considering how many shows they’d already played in the past year - although being at Frank’s dream venue had definitely made everyone in the group buzz with excitement.
Once they were out of the changing rooms having grabbed their things, Gerard swiped his phone open and immediately noticed the text from Tucker. Curiously, he opened it with a feeling that he already knew what it would say.
His eyes scanned the short text, remaining seemingly composed even though Tucker’s message had filled him with anticipation as he couldn’t help but quickly glance at Frank who was busy talking to Ray with a huge grin on his face.
Gerard paused for a moment, glancing down to his phone before back up at where Frank and Ray were standing. He began to walk over to the two ensuring he didn’t look too eager or blatantly desperate - however the task was difficult after just having spent nearly 3 hours watching Frank whine like a dog on stage.
He placed a hand on Frank’s shoulder from behind before leaning over to mutter close enough to his ear so only he would hear.
“Tucker wants us in his room when we get back to the hotel”
Frank’s eyebrows raised, watching Ray quickly figure out what was happening as he shook his head in amusement and turned to go and find Mikey instead - it seemed he always knew when something was going on.
“any reason in particular?” Frank asked, turning his head slightly so he could see how close Gerard was to his face.
The singer scoffed, amused by Frank’s blatant ignorance as he rolled his eyes. He tilted his head slightly and watched the guitarist's expression like he was studying it.
“oh c’mon, I bet you can think of a few” He teased, his breath hot against Frank’s ear. Gerard watched Frank’s expression shift to something more intrigue and perhaps nervousness now as he couldn’t play dumb anymore.
He nodded slightly in response and gave a small hum.
“Do I need to bring anything?”
Gerard chuckled and shook his head, placing a firm hand on Frank’s shoulder and squeezing slightly.
“No, you can leave all of that to me”
Frank gave another nod before thinking out loud,
“it’s been ages since we’ve actually done anything though”
“with me, sure, but with Tucker?” Gerard’s voice was somehow soft yet assertive as if he could see into Frank’s mind and was using it against him. He wasn’t exactly wrong either; it hadn’t been too long since he and Tucker had been together on tour as well as the various encounters while they were touring with dunes. But Gerard? It had been years by now.
“Was it obvious?” He asked Gerard, who couldn’t help but give a small smile in adoration for Frank’s complete lack of awareness.
“I saw you going on stage looking fucked out quite a few times last leg of the tour” Gerard teased.
Frank sighed and struggled not to look flustered but he then nodded, knowing he didn’t put much effort into being discreet.
“Tell Tucker I’ll be in his room as soon as I’ve showered”
Gerard smirked, tilting his head slightly to look at Frank’s flushed cheeks in awe of how easily he got worked up.
“I’ll see you there”
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Tucker unzipped the bag Gerard had managed to sneak through the halls and into his room without being seen by some sort of fan or any of the hotel staff. He observed Frank’s collar with a hum, taking out a few objects and inspected them with curiosity. He already had a few ideas in mind but wanted to hear what Gerard had planned for the guitarist too.
“when did he’d say he’d get here?” Tucker turned to Gerard and asked, having that noticeable glint in his eyes like he could barely contain himself.
Gerard watched him observe the variety of toys and objects, humming and nodding slightly every time he held one up that could be on the table for tonight. He and Tucker had briefly discussed what they wanted to do with Frank over text so there wouldn’t be any miscommunication or lines crossed, although there weren’t many disagreements.
The two weren’t exactly attracted to each other in the same way they were into Frank per se. Sure, Tucker thought Gerard was hot and wouldn’t skip out on anything involving him and Frank, but he didn’t know if he’d ever see Gerard alone. Then again, he’d heard of the ways Gerard would treat the guitarist in the past and it definitely ignited something - considering he was happily and proudly a switch.
“said he’d shower first but that can take any time between 5 and 25 minutes really” Gerard shrugged, situating himself in the chair placed conveniently in the corner as he watched Tucker continue to pull things from the bag and tilt his head while trying to figure out what some of them were.
Tucker hummed, a little distracted by the metallic name tag on Frank’s collar reading ‘NERVOUS RESCUE’. He’d seen Frank wear bracelets saying the same thing but had never enquired too far into it. The more he thought about it though, the more he wondered if he’d been too vanilla with the guitarist over the years, if this was what he was into anyways.
“inside joke”
Tucker blinked and turned to Gerard, his eyebrows furrowing.
“what?”
“‘nervous rescue’, it’s just him being into being cared for and dumbed down like a dog really, he started using the name as a joke years ago so I took advantage of it” Gerard explained to Tucker who made a long ‘ohhh’ sound and nodded. The drummer looked down at the collar again, moving his thumb over the shiny nametag.
The two both turned their heads to the door when they heard a knock before Tucker headed over and opened it. Frank stood in the hall now changed with slightly damp curls framing his face, quickly glancing down to Tucker’s hand and noticing the collar.
The guitarist’s eyebrows raised, clearly not minding this at all as he seemed to find it difficult to mask his excitement.
“come on in” Tucker smirked and teasingly shook the collar purely just to taunt Frank before stepping aside to allow him to walk past.
“I wasn’t sure what you had in mind so I didn’t-“ Frank began but was cut off by Gerard who was still sat in the chair and looking at Frank with both amusement and affection.
“don’t worry about it, sweet thing, Tucker and I have it all planned out”
Frank raised his eyebrows, both impressed and glad that he could leave all of the thinking to the others. However, he still felt anticipation winding up in his chest as he caught the mischievous look in Gerard’s eyes. In response, he gave a simple nod to him before glancing at Tucker.
“you wanna help him get his clothes off?” Gerard asked Tucker, who struggled not to seem eager as he turned to Frank and reached for his belt.
“this alright Frankie?” Tucker asked him in a low voice before receiving an affirming nod in response. Frank pulled his own shirt off while the drummer’s hands had already worked his jeans down and was now hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers.
It was difficult not to stare at Frank when he took his clothes off due to his body being completely covered in ink, beautiful pieces of art littering his skin and doing everything to compliment his appearance. Seeing him like this always made Tucker want to reach out and trace his fingers along each line and curve just as an excuse to appreciate his body for even longer.
“why don’t you get on your knees for Gerard, hm?” Tucker said to him, although the suggestion sounded more like a sugar-coated demand, therefore Frank immediately did as he was told and lowered himself onto his knees despite the slight ache of them. He got comfortable in a position that wouldn’t cause too much pressure on his knees before looking back up at Gerard.
“that’s my good boy” Gerard praised, giving a short nod to Tucker before the drummer carefully clipped the collar onto Frank’s neck and pet his hair in appreciation.
Frank was already enjoying all of the attention as he watched Gerard’s eyes dart from Tucker back onto him, ensuring to trail his gaze over every part of him.
“now, Tucker and I just wanted to show you how much we enjoyed watching you play tonight. The moaning, spitting …it seemed like you were in your own space out there” Gerard’s head tilted as he teased Frank with a smirk plastered onto his face. It was obvious Frank knew what he was like on stage based off of his slightly flustered reaction and breaking of eye contact.
The guitarist then heard a ‘pop’ noise behind him as Tucker had seemed to remove the cap of something but he refrained from moving his head out of Gerard’s direction. He then felt one of Tucker’s hands trail down his back followed by a series of kisses, causing him to shiver and hum in approval before the drummer pushed him forward slightly.
“lean forward for me, puppy” Tucker said which caused Frank to become even more aware of the collar he was currently wearing. He did as was told, pushing himself so Tucker had a better access to his ass as he felt the drummer reach down and give a small squeeze before moving his fingers elsewhere.
His eyebrows raised as Tucker’s fingers, seemingly coated in lube, circled his hole in a teasing manner. Frank resisted the urge to lean back and feel them inside of him already as he put up with what felt like a never ending torture from the other. However, before he could mentally complain any further, he felt Tucker push a slick finger into him just slow enough to draw out the feeling.
He gasped slightly, his lips remaining parted as the drummer slowly and teasingly began pumping a finger into him but refusing to go anywhere near Frank wanted it the most.
When Gerard noticed Frank’s eyelids shutting, he nudged the guitarist with his foot and made an ‘ah ah’ sound like he was scolding him. This caused Frank to re-open his eyes, albeit a little distracted by Tucker slowly pushing another finger into him, to see what Gerard was disapproving of.
“eyes on me, puppy” Gerard told him, tilting his head and speaking to Frank in a tone that caused him to immediately feel like he was melting. He gave a breathy ‘uh huh’ and a short nod before his mouth once dropped open again due to Tucker intentionally curling his fingers and stroking his prostate.
“that’s it… good boy” Tucker leaned over and whispered in his ear while intentionally making each pump of his fingers slow and precise. Frank had never wanted anything more than to lean his head back on the man’s shoulder and let him hold him while continuing to finger him, however he didn’t dare take his eyes off Gerard’s. He knew the vocalist was enjoying watching every slight twitch in his expression and how his eyebrows would quiver each time Tucker hit that sweet spot.
“I think he’s ready” Gerard said to Tucker, now looking away from the guitarist kneeled in front of him. Frank struggled not to look confused as he heard Tucker hum in agreement, receiving a nod from Gerard.
Before he could try and ask what they were talking about, Frank felt the drummer’s fingers slowly pull out of him, resulting in him letting out a whine at the now lack of stimulation. Gerard chuckled, watching him squirm slightly.
“just a moment, puppy, don’t be so impatient” he teased but before Frank could whine any further, he felt the tip of a cold, metal plug push against his hole. He shivered slightly and let out a small whimper as Tucker then began to slowly push it in, giving Frank just enough stimulation to satisfy him for now.
Once the plug was fully in, Tucker gave a pleased hum before fully taking his hands off of Frank. The guitarist huffed and turned to make a pleading face at Tucker before Gerard spoke again, this time busy taking his belt off.
“since you seemed so keen on spitting everywhere tonight, I figured you’d be happy to keep your mouth occupied with something”
Frank’s eyes widened eagerly. It had been forever since he’d done as much as touch Gerard in any intimate way, nevermind get his mouth on him like this. He didn’t hesitate to give a nod, his eyes frequently glancing back down to the other’s crotch.
“c’mon, boy, over here” Gerard teased as he watched Frank have to crawl slightly to sit between his legs, now visibly aware of the plug brushing against his prostate every time he moved. He didn’t take long to lean forward and mouth at the fabric of Gerard’s underwear, leaving a damp spot right at the tip of his growing hard-on.
Frank then attempted to use his teeth to pull down the elastic of Gerard’s boxers but was met with some difficulty before the vocalist smirked and helped him, tugging at his own underwear until his cock was free from the damp fabric.
He started by licking lightly at the tip, testing the waters by pushing his tongue into slit which caused Gerard to wince and moan at the same time. Picking up on the reaction, he took more of the man’s dick into his mouth and slowly moved his lips down further until he could’ve swallowed him whole. Taking all of Gerard in his mouth wasn’t always easy, often causing the back of his throat to be hit slightly, resulting in him only being able to reach to the base of his cock for a short amount of time before moving back up.
Gerard reached a hand out and grabbed Frank’s hair, not worried about being too rough with him at all as he could easily remember the countless times the guy would beg him to grip tighter, hit harder, he always wanted just more than Gerard would give him. With a fistful of Frank’s hair, he guided the guitarist up and down slowly on his cock, feeling the wet warmth of his mouth surrounding him
“jesus…”
Gerard turned to see Tucker kneeled by their side, watching Frank blow Gerard like it was his favourite thing in the world. His hand was already on his dick, stroking it slowly as the vocalist raised his eyebrows, struggling not to taunt him.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Frankie’s happy to do you next” he smirked, continuing to hold Frank’s hair while the man moaned on his dick with saliva already pooling in the corners of his mouth.
When Frank moved his lips back up so he could swirl his tongue around Gerard’s tip, Gerard couldn’t help but moan and lean his head back as he gripped onto Frank’s hair harder. It didn’t take long for the vocalist to begin slowly thrusting into his face, making sure not to choke Frank but knowing he’d probably be into it anyways.
Frank continued like he had to put his all into it, hollowing his cheeks as Gerard practically fucked his face by now. Saliva from the corners of his mouth ended up sliding down to the base of Gerard’s cock while Frank remained busy drawing moans from him.
“almost there, puppy…” Gerard panted, scratching lightly at Frank’s scalp.
Tucker watched with eager eyes, his cock still in his hand as he continued to stroke himself with growing speed. He didn’t want to come before he’d even gotten his hands on Frank yet but it was going to be difficult if the guy continued looking so hot like this.
Before Gerard could give much more warning, his head went back and he gripped onto Frank’s hair even harder as his orgasm hit him. He couldn’t help but give a long moan as he coated the guitarist’s tongue in cum, Frank doing his best to swallow all that he could but not being entirely successful.
Frank didn’t stop sucking until Gerard had to pull him off, the stimulation now becoming too much for him. However, the sight of Frank kneeled before him, head held up by the fist in his hair and his eyes half lidded was enough to make the vocalist completely ignore that. Frank’s lips were all glossy and his chin was damp from both his own saliva and the cum that hadn’t quite made it into his mouth.
The guitarist made a weak attempt to clean it up by licking his lips but didn’t get very far, earning an affectionate pat on the head from Gerard.
Once Gerard had come down, he turned to see that Tucker was still knelt nearby, his hard length in hand but not stroking it. He seemed too preoccupied taking in the look on Frank’s face as if that alone could get him off.
“you want a turn now, Tucker?” Gerard panted, glancing back at Frank whose eyebrows raised at the idea of getting his face back in someone’s lap.
Tucker shook his head, beckoning for Frank to come closer as he reached back for the lube.
“I think I’ve got something else in mind” He smirked, waiting for Frank to sit closer before making him lean forwards again so his palms rested on the carpet of the hotel room. The drummer’s hand then slid down Frank’s back, scratching slightly at his lower back just to taunt him before moving down to the plug which sat snugly in the guitarist’s ass.
At first, he teased by pushing on it slightly so it’d rub against Frank’s prostate just so he could get some desperate whines from the man. But soon enough, he began to remove the plug before placing it out of the way while Frank huffed at the feeling of being empty.
Tucker tutted and coated his fingers in lube once again, watching Frank’s hair fall in front of his face as he looked down at the floor.
“you tell me if this is good, puppy” He said before once again pushing two fingers into Frank’s hole. The guitarist nodded and whined, immediately looking back up at Gerard who watched intently.
“mhm.. yeah- good..” Frank moaned but furrowed his eyebrows when Tucker pulled his fingers back just enough to remove any pleasure he was experiencing.
“puppies don’t talk, do they?”
Embarrassed, Frank shook his head in a desperate attempt for the drummer to continue what he was doing. He wiggled his hips slightly before whining.
“now, sweet boy, tell me if this feels good” Tucker went back to pushing his fingers into Frank, curling them before stroking his prostate in a way that made Frank’s jaw drop open.
Frank managed to nod once again, only this time he let out a short yip noise in response much to Tucker’s approval. Pleased with Frank’s answer, he continued pushing his fingers in and out of the man’s hole.
“not long now, just be patient for me” He whispered while continuing to massage the guitarist’s prostate at just the right angle, causing him to moan and attempt to grab onto anything nearby - although failing to.
Once satisfied, Tucker once again removed his fingers from Frank’s ass so that he could reach for the lube again. He ignored Frank’s incoherent whimpers and pleads as he remained preoccupied stroking his length slowly so that it was slick enough for the man.
He then held Frank by the waist, taking a moment to squeeze lightly and feel at what was there to grab onto. He could never get enough of Frank’s body, never mind the soft rolls of fat around his middle that only made him look hotter than ever.
“how about while you ride me, you can keep those pretty eyes on Gerard, hmm?” Tucker spoke in a low voice into his ear before helping him sit back and position himself over his aching cock.
Gerard hummed in agreement, feeling his own dick twitch at Tucker’s proposal. He watched intently as Frank tilted his head back before slowly lowering himself onto Tucker.
Frank held onto Tucker’s thighs, his eyes closing and his lips parting in the perfect ‘O’ shape as he felt himself sink further onto the man’s length before he bottomed out. He took a moment to catch his breath and re-open his eyes, not wanting Gerard to be unhappy with the view, before he began to lift himself back up.
Tucker’s hands snaked around Frank’s waist as he then firmly held onto his hips to guide the guitarist’s movements. He started slowly, rocking himself in Tucker’s lap letting out short pants and moans while he kept eye contact with Gerard - although the other man was already stroking himself so wasn’t entirely focused on where Frank was looking.
“good puppy.. that’s it” Tucker groaned, gripping Frank’s hips a little harder now as his movements became more purposeful and precise. It was obvious the guitarist was trying to hit a certain spot but seemed unsuccessful so far so Tucker decided to meet Frank’s next roll of the hips with, at first, a small thrust.
The movement alone received enough positive feedback, such as the louder moan Frank let out as he leaned back against the drummer’s chest, meaning Tucker didn’t waste much time putting more force into each thrust. Each snap of his hips rocked Frank forward a little harder and caused the drummer’s cock to rub against his prostate in a way that made him whine.
By now, Frank had already been reduced to a babbling, panting mess as he attempted to give breathless pleas to anyone in the room willing to listen - only, Tucker was preoccupied by reaching one hand up to Frank’s hair to pull on it while kissing the back of his neck. Plus, Gerard was too caught up in the look on the guitarist’s face while he was fucked to even pay attention to the empty pleading taking place.
“fuck… gonna cum, pup” Tucker breathed, the hand on Frank’s hip now moving to the guitarist’s front so he could wrap it around his cock and pump it in a rhythm matching his slightly uncoordinated thrusts. Frank gasped and moaned, unable to turn to Tucker and beg him never to stop due to the hand in his hair firmly forcing him to stay looking directly at Gerard.
As all of the stimulation built up in his core, Frank could only let out a pathetic warning before his orgasm hit him hard. It was like his brain completely stopped working for a moment as he spilled out onto his own stomach and thighs while Tucker fucked him through it, drawing out his release as long as he could.
Before he had the chance to even come down, Frank heard the drummer groan and grip his hair harder as he came into him, the rhythm in his hips now becoming more broken and desperate as they snapped forward with each thrust. He moved his hand off of Frank’s cock to hold onto his hips one last time as his own orgasm dwindled away.
Now left panting and spent, both Tucker and Frank looked up at Gerard to see he was still stroking his own cock in his hand as he took in the sight of the two. Frank didn’t hesitate to lean forwards, the drummer now slipping out of him in the process, before replacing Gerard’s hand with his own.
He stroked Gerard with enough pace and accuracy for the man to only last another minute or two before he was yet again coming on Frank’s face. The guitarist made his best effort to open his mouth and catch what he could but most of the man’s cum ultimately ended up on his cheeks and chin.
Gerard panted and ran a hand through his hair before looking down at Frank knelt in front of him. He only had to give a look to Tucker to know that he also thought Frank looked completely out of this world, all fucked out with Gerard’s, Tucker’s and his own spend decorated on various areas of his body.
“such a good boy, Frankie.. you look gorgeous” Gerard praised the man, reaching out and petting his hair affectionately.
“mhm, but I think we’d better get him cleaned up so he can come down” Tucker commented as he only had to look at Frank’s face to know he wasn’t quite back in his own head yet. Now un-clipping the collar from the guitarist’s neck, he allowed Frank to lay back against his chest with an exhausted look on his face.