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Lip pulled between his teeth, grunting in frustration with small whimpers, Mikey laid on top of his suitcase, struggling to get it to shut. He was regretting trying to bring so much with him but it was all the stuff he needed. After a flash went off, he looked up at Frank who was grinning like a fool as he looked at him from behind the camera. “You’re supposed to be helping Frank,” he said through gritted teeth before he wiggled against it, making Frank laugh.
“Sorry, but watching you is just too cute,” Frank replied from his spot by the couch.
His words made Mikey blush and Mikey shook his head. “Shut up Anthony,” he growled, daring to bring on the wrath of using Frank's middle name.
Frank chuckled as he moved closer, standing behind Mikey now, admiring the ass that was sticking up in the air as the bass player struggled with the stubborn luggage. “Why little Mikey? You don’t like blushing?”
“I wasn’t blushing!”
“Then what do you call it?”
“My cheeks are red because I’m exerting myself trying to get this fucking suitcase to CLOSE DAMN YOU, YOU BASTARD!” He screamed and tried to push down harder, trying to ignore Frank’s laughter.
Frank laughed to himself as he straddled Mikey’s hips, holding himself up with his arms on both sides of the thinner man who only acknowledged him when he started to slowly grind his crotch against Mikey's bottom. Mikey tensed and stopped all movements when he heard the soft moan Frank gave.
“F-Frank, what are you doing?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at Frank, who smirked at him, sending chills through his body.
“Just having some fun Mikey,” he answered and leaned down, lifting the back of Mikey’s shirt with his teeth before he placed a few soft kissed on the pale flesh. “But you don’t really mind, do you Mikey?” He thrust his hips and moaned against Mikey’s back.
Through half-lidded eyes, Mikey looked back at Frank. “I do mind.”
“You’re not very convincing,” Frank murmured against Mikey’s back, darting his tongue out to taste Mikey’s flesh. He bent his arm under Mikey, grinning when he groped Mikey’s semi through his pants, making the smaller man moan. “I think you’d like it if we fucked right now, on your floor. You’re already obviously aroused Mikey.”
“Frank, you know I can’t.” He whimpered, trying not to push back. “You know I’m taken.”
“Aw, but what Gerard doesn’t know Mikey,” Frank chuckled, finding himself more amused as Mikey tensed up, gasping softly. “What, you didn’t think I knew? I heard you guys in the hotel room on the last tour, and in the bunk. Your ass for my silence. What do you say?”
Mikey whimpered, trying not to moan when Frank squeezed him. “Frank, please stop.”
Frank grinded against his ass again, squeezing and stroking as he nipped Mikey’s back, making him moan deep in his throat. “Ooo, what a sexy moan Mikey, no wonder Gerard loves pounding into you.” He squeezed harder again, making Mikey push his hips back against him. He lifted up and pushed Mikey’s knees together, putting his knees on either side. “If you don’t want this Mikey, fight it,” he said as he reached under, his head resting on Mikey’s back for a moment as he undid the tight black pants that were keeping him from what he wanted.
He undid the pants and sat upright before he pulled the pants down, exposing a pale white ass. “Now why aren’t you stopping me Mikey?” He asked with a smirk as he undid his own pants, moaning as he freed his cock from the fabric confines. “Could it be that you want this as much as I do?”
Mikey bit his lip and shook his head, trying not to moan and show any response when Frank used his own spit to lube his cock, pressing his head against his entrance. “I don’t want this Frank.”
“Then tell me to stop. Tell me to stop Mikey and I will,” he said as he pressed his head in.
Mikey closed his eyes tight, his mouth opening as he moaned, leaning his head back. “S..St.Sto-oh God Frank,” he moaned as Frank grabbed hold of his hips and slowly pushed his length all the way in, making him shudder back against him.
“Do you really want me to stop?” Frank asked, looking down at Mikey as he pulled almost all the way out before forcing his cock all the way back in. When Mikey nodded, Frank chuckled. “You have to say it Mikey. Say it. Frank stop.” He squeezed Mikey’s hips as he began a slow fuck pace, moving as slow as he could to draw out the torture he was obviously inflicting upon Mikey.
“Oh God... Frank... Please.”
“Please what?”
Mikey whimpered, biting his lip as his mind screamed stop, but his lips formed the words he had been trying to hold back, the words that would betray what he knew was right. “Please Frank, fuck me.”
Frank chuckled to himself as he pulled Mikey’s hips back against his own, impaling the bass player on his thick cock, the action making Mikey cry out Frank’s name. “That’s it, baby, moan for me,” Frank growled out before he picked up his pace, moving in and out of Mikey, groaning as Mikey clenched around him.
“Oh God, Frank,” Mikey moaned as he began pushing back against Frank’s hard and deep thrusts. He nails dug into the carpet as Frank fucked him, pounding into his ass, making him cry out Frank’s name again.
Frank grinned for a moment as Mikey pushed back harder, looking at him over his shoulder. Frank gripped Mikey’s hips tighter when he saw the flushed cheeks and the lust-filled eyes that looked back at him. “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are right now Mikey?” Frank dug his stubbed nails into Mikey’s flesh, moaning when Mikey pushed back against him. He reached around and under Mikey, grabbing the smaller man’s throbbing cock, jerking it as he continued to thrust into him.
Mikey clenched tightly around Frank’s cock when Frank’s hand began jerking his cock. He bit his lip he fought to not cry out when Frank pounded into him harder, his hips losing their rhythm as his orgasm approached. When Frank gave one last hard thrust and hilted himself in Mikey’s ass, hitting Mikey’s prostate, Mikey cried out, his cock spurting his jizz onto the floor and suitcase.
Frank held Mikey’s hips tightly as he spilled his jizz into Mikey, letting out a strangled moan as his mind went blank from his pleasure. He jerked Mikey’s cock a couple more time before he let go and pulled out, panting as he rested his head against Mikey’s back.
Mikey put all of his weight on his suitcase, not caring it hurt like it did; his mind was too focused on his pleasure. He whimpered when Frank’s warmth left his body, frowning as he sat up on his knees and looked back at Frank, who was sitting up on his knees, looking at him with a hint of a smirk. “Do you promise not to tell?” He whispered, unable to find it in himself to speak louder.
Frank chuckled and pushed himself up, pulling his pants up and buttoning them as he looked down at Mikey. “Hey, you upheld your part of the deal, I can hold up mine,” he said with a grin before he stood on Mikey’s suitcase. “Now shut it.”
Mikey gave him a puzzled expression as he pulled up and buttoned his pants before he looked at the latches, seeing they were lined up. “You...You could have done that all along but instead you-”
Frank shut him up with his hand over his mouth. He smirked, his eyes shimmering with an evil glint. “If you really didn’t want it Mikey, you know you could have fought me off. You know you could have screamed loud enough and Gerard, who’s down by the car, would have heard you since your front door is still open. So shut up and shut your suitcase.”
Mikey stared up at Frank as he leaned down and shut the latches on his suitcase. When Frank stepped off and walked out of the room, Mikey looked at his suitcase and the floor, his cock twitching at the memory of what had caused the splatter of fluids that was on the bottom of his suitcase.
[Author's Note: This is a one-shot I was requested to do off of this picture: And if that HTML I put in didn't work/didn't show, you can go here to see it. : http://www.geocities.com/hentai_riotchic/mikeysuitcase.jpg and it had to be Frank that took the pic. All they told me was off of this pic, nothing else, so I hope you like it. You know who you are ^^]
“Sorry, but watching you is just too cute,” Frank replied from his spot by the couch.
His words made Mikey blush and Mikey shook his head. “Shut up Anthony,” he growled, daring to bring on the wrath of using Frank's middle name.
Frank chuckled as he moved closer, standing behind Mikey now, admiring the ass that was sticking up in the air as the bass player struggled with the stubborn luggage. “Why little Mikey? You don’t like blushing?”
“I wasn’t blushing!”
“Then what do you call it?”
“My cheeks are red because I’m exerting myself trying to get this fucking suitcase to CLOSE DAMN YOU, YOU BASTARD!” He screamed and tried to push down harder, trying to ignore Frank’s laughter.
Frank laughed to himself as he straddled Mikey’s hips, holding himself up with his arms on both sides of the thinner man who only acknowledged him when he started to slowly grind his crotch against Mikey's bottom. Mikey tensed and stopped all movements when he heard the soft moan Frank gave.
“F-Frank, what are you doing?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at Frank, who smirked at him, sending chills through his body.
“Just having some fun Mikey,” he answered and leaned down, lifting the back of Mikey’s shirt with his teeth before he placed a few soft kissed on the pale flesh. “But you don’t really mind, do you Mikey?” He thrust his hips and moaned against Mikey’s back.
Through half-lidded eyes, Mikey looked back at Frank. “I do mind.”
“You’re not very convincing,” Frank murmured against Mikey’s back, darting his tongue out to taste Mikey’s flesh. He bent his arm under Mikey, grinning when he groped Mikey’s semi through his pants, making the smaller man moan. “I think you’d like it if we fucked right now, on your floor. You’re already obviously aroused Mikey.”
“Frank, you know I can’t.” He whimpered, trying not to push back. “You know I’m taken.”
“Aw, but what Gerard doesn’t know Mikey,” Frank chuckled, finding himself more amused as Mikey tensed up, gasping softly. “What, you didn’t think I knew? I heard you guys in the hotel room on the last tour, and in the bunk. Your ass for my silence. What do you say?”
Mikey whimpered, trying not to moan when Frank squeezed him. “Frank, please stop.”
Frank grinded against his ass again, squeezing and stroking as he nipped Mikey’s back, making him moan deep in his throat. “Ooo, what a sexy moan Mikey, no wonder Gerard loves pounding into you.” He squeezed harder again, making Mikey push his hips back against him. He lifted up and pushed Mikey’s knees together, putting his knees on either side. “If you don’t want this Mikey, fight it,” he said as he reached under, his head resting on Mikey’s back for a moment as he undid the tight black pants that were keeping him from what he wanted.
He undid the pants and sat upright before he pulled the pants down, exposing a pale white ass. “Now why aren’t you stopping me Mikey?” He asked with a smirk as he undid his own pants, moaning as he freed his cock from the fabric confines. “Could it be that you want this as much as I do?”
Mikey bit his lip and shook his head, trying not to moan and show any response when Frank used his own spit to lube his cock, pressing his head against his entrance. “I don’t want this Frank.”
“Then tell me to stop. Tell me to stop Mikey and I will,” he said as he pressed his head in.
Mikey closed his eyes tight, his mouth opening as he moaned, leaning his head back. “S..St.Sto-oh God Frank,” he moaned as Frank grabbed hold of his hips and slowly pushed his length all the way in, making him shudder back against him.
“Do you really want me to stop?” Frank asked, looking down at Mikey as he pulled almost all the way out before forcing his cock all the way back in. When Mikey nodded, Frank chuckled. “You have to say it Mikey. Say it. Frank stop.” He squeezed Mikey’s hips as he began a slow fuck pace, moving as slow as he could to draw out the torture he was obviously inflicting upon Mikey.
“Oh God... Frank... Please.”
“Please what?”
Mikey whimpered, biting his lip as his mind screamed stop, but his lips formed the words he had been trying to hold back, the words that would betray what he knew was right. “Please Frank, fuck me.”
Frank chuckled to himself as he pulled Mikey’s hips back against his own, impaling the bass player on his thick cock, the action making Mikey cry out Frank’s name. “That’s it, baby, moan for me,” Frank growled out before he picked up his pace, moving in and out of Mikey, groaning as Mikey clenched around him.
“Oh God, Frank,” Mikey moaned as he began pushing back against Frank’s hard and deep thrusts. He nails dug into the carpet as Frank fucked him, pounding into his ass, making him cry out Frank’s name again.
Frank grinned for a moment as Mikey pushed back harder, looking at him over his shoulder. Frank gripped Mikey’s hips tighter when he saw the flushed cheeks and the lust-filled eyes that looked back at him. “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are right now Mikey?” Frank dug his stubbed nails into Mikey’s flesh, moaning when Mikey pushed back against him. He reached around and under Mikey, grabbing the smaller man’s throbbing cock, jerking it as he continued to thrust into him.
Mikey clenched tightly around Frank’s cock when Frank’s hand began jerking his cock. He bit his lip he fought to not cry out when Frank pounded into him harder, his hips losing their rhythm as his orgasm approached. When Frank gave one last hard thrust and hilted himself in Mikey’s ass, hitting Mikey’s prostate, Mikey cried out, his cock spurting his jizz onto the floor and suitcase.
Frank held Mikey’s hips tightly as he spilled his jizz into Mikey, letting out a strangled moan as his mind went blank from his pleasure. He jerked Mikey’s cock a couple more time before he let go and pulled out, panting as he rested his head against Mikey’s back.
Mikey put all of his weight on his suitcase, not caring it hurt like it did; his mind was too focused on his pleasure. He whimpered when Frank’s warmth left his body, frowning as he sat up on his knees and looked back at Frank, who was sitting up on his knees, looking at him with a hint of a smirk. “Do you promise not to tell?” He whispered, unable to find it in himself to speak louder.
Frank chuckled and pushed himself up, pulling his pants up and buttoning them as he looked down at Mikey. “Hey, you upheld your part of the deal, I can hold up mine,” he said with a grin before he stood on Mikey’s suitcase. “Now shut it.”
Mikey gave him a puzzled expression as he pulled up and buttoned his pants before he looked at the latches, seeing they were lined up. “You...You could have done that all along but instead you-”
Frank shut him up with his hand over his mouth. He smirked, his eyes shimmering with an evil glint. “If you really didn’t want it Mikey, you know you could have fought me off. You know you could have screamed loud enough and Gerard, who’s down by the car, would have heard you since your front door is still open. So shut up and shut your suitcase.”
Mikey stared up at Frank as he leaned down and shut the latches on his suitcase. When Frank stepped off and walked out of the room, Mikey looked at his suitcase and the floor, his cock twitching at the memory of what had caused the splatter of fluids that was on the bottom of his suitcase.
[Author's Note: This is a one-shot I was requested to do off of this picture: And if that HTML I put in didn't work/didn't show, you can go here to see it. : http://www.geocities.com/hentai_riotchic/mikeysuitcase.jpg and it had to be Frank that took the pic. All they told me was off of this pic, nothing else, so I hope you like it. You know who you are ^^]
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