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Frank’s lips and teeth crash against Gerard’s mouth and the door they stumble through backstage turns suddenly into the hotel’s, card key abandoned on the first bed while they collapse on the second.

Frank’s sweat drenched button down shirt hits the mattress and Gerard’s fingers are caressing the skin over his ribs, kneading and molding as Frank moans up into his kiss, Gerard pushing his lips upward against Frank’s.

He’s in between Frank’s legs and under him, his loose jeans scraping under Frank’s chipped black nails.

Frank makes tiny panting whines like he’s trying to hold them in, old sweat replaced over his face with new sweat. He mindlessly pulls off Gerard’s tattered jacket, letting fall to the bed next to them, because who really throws clothing on the floor except over-excessive porn stars?

Gerard is muttering something in Italian just because he knows it turns Frank on.

Frank fumbles with Gerard’s top shirt button while Gerard shoves his hand down into his pants and licks his lips as he pleasures himself.

Frank just watches with lust clouded eyes as Gerard’s eyelids close over his own vibrant green irises, slightly swollen lips parting gently.

Frank, still positioned over Gerard’s hips, can feel Gerard pushing up against his own hand, zipper undone and pale skin above the elastic evident.

Frank groans and presses his face against Gerard’s; he isn’t gonna let the night end like that. He pulls Gerard’s hand away, causing the older man to squeeze his eyes tighter and rock up against Frank’s perfectly placed hips. Frank peels Gerard’s shirt off and looks down at Gerard’s exposed chest. Gerard shifts under him and pushes Frank off him so he’s on top.

“Don’t look at me…” he whispered against Frank’s ear.

Frank frowns and feels Gerard pull him closer against him, hands gripping his head and once they’re attached by the mouth, tongues running over each other and lips bruising.

“You’re perfect Gee; don’t make me get Ray into this…” Frank threatens between kisses.

Gerard strips Frank of his tight black jeans and soon they’re both naked, hot flesh against hot flesh.

Still kissing Frank heatedly, Gerard slips three fingers in between their lips, which Frank sucks greedily, biting at the digits. Gerard pulls away both his mouth and fingers while Frank pushes up against Gerard, movements needy and insistent.

Minutes later they’re depending on rhythm, Gerard’s hips moving steadily and slow into Frank. One of Frank’s legs is stretched out underneath Gerard, helping to keep his balance as he moves against his companion, helpless cries of each other’s names pouring out of their mouths.

“God, Gerard… harder… please…” Frank begs, almost whispering into the fabric under his face.
Gerard is absorbed in pleasing Frank he almost doesn’t notice the figure in the corner of the room. When he does he almost doesn’t believe it’s there, it’s so faint.

“Fuck, Frank, get under the sheets.” He breathes, moving to cover them both.

Frank looks perplexed, but doesn’t argue.

“What’s… wrong?” he asks, breathing heavy.

“There’s someone fucking in here!”

“Uh, you can say that for sure, it was /us/.”Frank replied sarcastically.

Ignoring Frank, Gerard craned his neck and yelled, “What are you doing in our room?!”

Frank snorted and got up, sliding out of the bed to walk over to the corner.

“There’s no one here, Gerard.” He said gently.

There really wasn’t.

Gerard stared, but eventually let his head fall back down to the pillow. Frank joined him again and climbed over to lie on top of Gerard, kissing his neck and nibbling at the tender flesh.

Gerard tried to get back into it, but he was still sure he could see something in the corner. He eventually resigned to letting Frank rock out his orgasm into Gerard’s hips, eyes locked on the spot next to the window while he tried hard to hold interest with Frank.

“Sorry, baby…” he said guiltily after Frank was snuggled warmly into his side under the blanket.

“Hey, it’s alright. I know how bothered you get over stuff like that. It’s okay.” Frank said, flipping over to place his hand on Gerard’s cheek.

The motion was slightly too fast and rough, but neither noticed, because that was the exact sort of motion people made. It wasn’t always slow and gentle. Nothing was. And that was what made it perfect.

His fingers lingered over the rough stubble on Gerard’s chin before dropping down to the man’s shoulder.

They slept, Gerard spooning Frank from behind and keeping him held tightly to his chest.