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lizhanneTitle: Black tie and straightjacket
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anne_elliot
Pairing: Brian/Bob/Ray/Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17
Notes: Written forky_betty's birthday, with love to my beta extraordinaire. Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zephyrina for quick beta duties and handholding while I should have been sleeping, and to ashlein for cheerleading.
Pure unadulterated smut, really. It was lots of fun to write.
They had been doing it all night. All night, and Brian was tired of that game. He popped open another button of his black shirt, watching Gerard talking to Jay-Z and trying to ignore the way Bob was casually pushing himself against Brian's back, while pretending to be pressed by the crowd.
That party was crowded, yes, but Brian was quite sure that Bob's erection didn't come from a sudden love for big groups of people. The tease.
Talking about teases, his accomplice wasn't much better. Damn fuckers. Ray was half-sitting on a table, one leg hitched up on it, the other one straight and slightly parted on the floor, sipping champagne and eyefucking his boyfriend while he molested their manager. There has to be a special level of hell for people like this, Brian thought.
"Bob. Just stop it, please," he hissed behind his shoulder, keeping his voice low even if there was little chance of anyone overhearing in such a big, noisy crowd. This... thing, this slow torture, had been going on for months, subtle hints becoming ever less subtle, and he was running out of good reasons and excuses to try and make them stop. Not that he wasn't tempted, because fuck, who wouldn't, but -no. Not a good idea at all.
"What are you talking about?" Bob replied, smug with faked innocence. "I'm not doing anything here. You're way too nervous, Schechter. You should relax." And with that, he raised a hand to Brian's right shoulder and started kneading the tense muscles there with a light massage. Brian didn't know how, but he could feel the smirk on Bob's face even with his back turned. Possibly because it was mirrored on Ray's face, right in front of him.
Unconsciously, Brian relaxed into the touch, feeling the heat radiate from where Bob was touching him, his body relaxing slightly. That didn't last long; Bob's hand travelled down Brian's back, along his spine, and ending with his fingers an inch or two inside the waist of his pants, hot through his shirt.
"That's not relaxing, Brian. See, you're all tense again," Bob whispered into Brian's ear, a huge fake smile plastered on his face while he waved with his other hand to a passing acquaintance. That same hand came down to rest on Brian's waist, clutching possessively, Bob's erection digging into Brian's ass. "Come on, you know you want this. We've been waiting for you for months. Forget you're our manager for once and let's celebrate. We're at the fucking VMAs!"
Brian swallowed nervously, hard and frustrated and torn between wanting to let go and melt into Bob's body behind him, and the thousand voices in his head telling him that it was a bad, bad, bad idea. He looked at Ray again. As if he knew what Bob was saying, Ray nodded and took a sip from his glass, before putting it down on the table and striding towards them.
"Let's go," Ray said, deciding for all of them, "we can go up to our room. And don't try to say no, because I think I can see something that tells me otherwise." Ray's eyes slid down Brian's his body, he could feel himself turn red and fuck, yes, even harder when he knew his arousal was probably showing. Fuck this, he thought, and turned off his brain. "What about the others? They'll be looking for us after the party's over." The exchange of looks between Bob and Ray was so quick he could have imagined it, before Ray replied "Don't worry, they'll know where to find us."
Brian decided he'd rather not ask, and followed them to the elevators, Bob's arm still around his waist, trying not to think too closely about what was going to happen.
They jumped on him as soon as the elevator doors closed, Bob cupping his neck and pulling his head back for a kiss, Ray going directly for his crotch, palming his erection through the pants. Shit. He was kissing Bob Bryar. Not a particularly brilliant thought, but his mind was busy processing the double feeling of Bob's tongue in his mouth and Ray's hand pushing against his cock, so busy that he didn't even hear the elevator getting to their floor and the doors opening. He blinked at the sudden loss of contact, moaning a bit when Ray's hand left his cock.
"Come on, come on, we'll have time for that inside the room. I don't think you want to do this in public, do you?" Bob joked, leading him down the corridor to the room he was supposed to share with Ray.
Once inside the room, they didn't waste any more time on words. Bob pushed him towards the bed while Ray helped him take off his suit jacket, kissing his neck while he did that with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Brian closed his eyes and let himself collapse on the bed, slowly crawling up the mattress. He felt powerless and open, willing, and strangely free. His previous nervousness had disappeared the moment he walked inside the room, leaving all thoughts and "but"s outside. He opened his eyes and smiled at Bob, who had shrugged off his own jacket and was now kneeling between Brian's legs, going directly for his zipper while Ray took off Brian's shoes and dropped them on the floor.
They clearly weren't going for finesse: Bob unbuckled Brian's belt and opened the zipper, leaning forward to breathe once, twice on his cock through the briefs. Brian moaned, wanting more contact, wanting the thin layer of tissue to disappear, lifting his hips to offer himself to Bob and in hope he'd drag his pants down a little. Ray joined them on the bed, kneeling down beside Brian and slowly opening his shirt before kissing him, from the neck up to his jaw and finally his mouth, forcing his tongue in. Brian opened up to him, pliant and earnest, wanting more, still waiting for Bob to finally free his erection from his clothes. His eyes closed, he almost didn't notice Ray's hand sliding down his right arm and grabbing the wrist: he only opened them when he felt Bob move from his position and do the same with his left arm, both of them dragging the hands up towards the head of the bed. They had their ties in their hands, and - oh. Without a word, only with a smile, they tied him to the bedpost, making sure the knots would hold but weren't too tight. He tried pulling his arms, not too much, just to see how much he could move, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Instead of feeling tied up, he felt suddenly relaxed again - at least in his mind.
"See, no choices, no decisions. We're taking care of you tonight," Bob said, smiling down at him. Brian didn't reply, only smiled back and arched an eyebrow, nodding in the direction of his crotch. He needed to come, and he needed to fucking come soon before he did so in his pants. "Pushy little fucker," Ray laughed, "giving orders even when you're powerless. Let's see if we can shut you up."
They moved in unison, almost as if they'd rehearsed it: kneeling down on both sides of Brian, Bob helped him to lift his hips up while Ray dragged pants and underwear down, just enough to free his cock at last. Then they leaned in closer, mouths open, sucking lightly against the base of Brian's cock on both sides. They worked their way up like that, taking a break every now and then to kiss, hot and wet. Brian's cock was resting against their faces as they did so and he panted heavily, desperate to be touched again, to be sucked in soon. Once at the top Bob went down first, sucking on the head while Ray pumped the base with his hands with short strokes. He probably wasn't going to last long, not with that visuals in front of him, not with the overabundance of stimulation from two mouths, four hands, two pairs of eyes staring up at him and promising that it was only the beginning.
When Ray took Bob's place, sliding down the length of his cock in one smooth movement while Bob was blocking Brian's hips so that he couldn't move and gag him (and fuck, being forced to stay still while tied too shouldn't have been so damn arousing), he knew it was going to come soon. Closing his eyes he threw his head down on the pillow, arching slightly, letting them work on him, using and worshipping his body at the same time, Ray's head bobbing up and down faster as he kept on sucking his cock, Bob's mouth on his hipbones, biting.
He didn't warn them, he didn't have time to: he let out a loud, incoherent moan and shivered, coming down Ray's throat as he continued to suck him while Bob snickered and came up to kiss him, stealing the small, shallow gasps from his lips.
"Fuck, that was nice." Frank's voice surprised Brian, but why should he be surprised, after all? Ray had hinted as much earlier, when they were still at the party, even if Brian hadn't thought of the implications of his words at the time. "The others will know where to find us" - he knew Mikey disappeared right after the show with Pete Wentz, so that left Gerard. He laughed, guessing he'd pop up later, as Frank just did. Brian's inhibitions had disappeared so far from his mind that he was surprisingly okay with it; to be completely honest, he was probably more than okay with it. It was as Ray said - no choices, no decisions, no responsibilities. His band was deciding for him that night.
Frank came up to the bed, sitting next to Bob on Brian's right side. He was smiling as he took off his tie, unbuttoned his black shirt. "That was nice, but you know what? I think you came too soon. Maybe if you didn't watch - " he waved his hand in front of Brian's face, pretending to close his eyes - "you'd last more. Ray, lift up his head." And just like that, Frank blindfolded him with his tie, making sure that it wasn't too tight but that Brian couldn't see much either - and he couldn't, only shadows and lights moving if he rolled his eyes up and down.
Why should he, though? He knew he could trust them. "You're a kinky little fucker," Brian smiled, still a little out of breath.
"Says the one tied down to the bed with two men going down on him at the same time," Frank replied, his voice close to Brian's mouth, and he kissed him, fast and dirty, all tongue and teeth and hands clutching at his neck. Brian felt Bob and Ray move, someone - Bob? He thought he could recognize the touch - encouraging him to lift his hips and finally removing his pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. The same pair of hands, caressing his legs, ankle to hip, in small, light circles and broad upward strokes, opening his legs slowly and exposing him to something, someone he couldn't see. He should have been worried or ashamed, or even self conscious, but he wasn't. Every touch was like coming home, even in a hotel room that was getting hotter by the minute and smelling of sex. He concentrated on Frank's mouth, chasing his tongue with his own, playing with his lower lip, arching under the hands caressing him.
Another set of hands touched him and those, at last, surprised him. One pushed his right leg up to his chest, the other went straight for his ass, slick, cold fingers pushing in. He gasped and moaned but nobody heard him, only Frank, who swallowed the sounds into his mouth and probably decided he liked them, because he slid his hand inside Brian's open shirt and pinched a nipple with increasing pressure, smiling against his mouth when Brian moaned again. He arched and trashed on the bed, pushing himself against the fingers inside him, hoping for more but unable to ask for it with words. Two fingers became three, three slowly became four, opening him inch by inch, loosening him up as he hadn't been in a long time.
The fingers disappeared then, leaving him empty and waiting, and Brian sensed someone crouching down between his legs, slicked latex pushing against his entrance, entering slowly. He didn't know who it was, and he gave up trying to discern who was who from that moment on. Slow pushing became hard thrusting, one hand keeping his right leg bent towards his chest, almost touching the shoulder, using the position for better leverage; someone came inside him, groaning, and someone else replaced him, bigger and slower, leaving him breathless and voiceless, shaking while two pairs of hands stroked his chest, his shoulders, his neck, his hair, his arms. A third someone, a third cock fucking him hastily, almost nervously, with short sharp thrusts that reminded him of Frank. Yes, it probably was Frank, but it didn't matter, not now.
Brian was hard again, trying to arch up for friction of some kind, a small pleading sound escaping his lips. At last, someone touched him, but only for a second, stopped by a new voice: "Let me."
Gerard, it was Gerard's voice. Brian wondered briefly how long he'd been there, watching them, maybe touching himself. He moaned louder, begging him to move faster as the thrusts inside him became quicker and sharper, knowing that whoever was fucking him now was about to come, but Gerard didn't comply. Brian felt a third orgasm inside himself, completely open and loose, boneless, all his remaining energy concentrated on his cock. He couldn't touch himself and no one else was, but the frustration only lasted a second, because someone was rolling down a condom on him, slicking him up with some lube, and sitting on his hips, slowly, slowly pushing Brian's cock inside him. He wondered for a minute, but he could hear Bob and Ray whispering softly to each other next to him now, one on each side, and he thought he recognized the long fingers clutching his hips, the voice of the small moans coming from the person on top of him - Gerard.
Brian could feel them Bob and Ray above himself, he guessed they were kissing – and every now and then they leaned down and kissed him both at the same time, mouths and tongues and sweat mixing together while Gerard rode him, fucking tight and hot, moaning when Brian pushed up against him with what strength he still had. Frank was sucking or jerking Gerard off, he guessed, he could feel him moving against him, his hands roaming from Gerard's to Brian’s thighs from time to time. Suddenly he felt a hand reach around, cupping his balls slightly, squeezing them just a little. He thrust up stronger than usual, in surprise, starting a chain reaction: Gerard screaming and grinding down on him with all his weight, the feeling of hot come on his belly, and coming himself, harder than he thought he could after the earlier blowjob, everything amplified by the lack of sight and freedom of movement, disappearing in sounds and smells and touches, everything concentrating in one single point in his body.
After that, it took a while for everyone to recover breath and consciousness, and even longer before someone remembered to stop kissing him lazily long enough to remove the binds on his wrists and the blindfold. When Brian opened his eyes, he saw Bob and Ray still flanking him on both sides, chins resting on his chest, and Gerard and Frank curled up together at the foot of the bed, kissing. Brian smiled, mind gloriously empty and happy. The bed wasn't that big, but maybe they'd fit all together for one night.
"If any of you snores," he mumbled, closing his eyes, "I'm personally kicking you out of the room."
Author:
anne_elliotPairing: Brian/Bob/Ray/Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17
Notes: Written for
ky_betty's birthday, with love to my beta extraordinaire. Thanks to zephyrina for quick beta duties and handholding while I should have been sleeping, and to ashlein for cheerleading.Pure unadulterated smut, really. It was lots of fun to write.
They had been doing it all night. All night, and Brian was tired of that game. He popped open another button of his black shirt, watching Gerard talking to Jay-Z and trying to ignore the way Bob was casually pushing himself against Brian's back, while pretending to be pressed by the crowd.
That party was crowded, yes, but Brian was quite sure that Bob's erection didn't come from a sudden love for big groups of people. The tease.
Talking about teases, his accomplice wasn't much better. Damn fuckers. Ray was half-sitting on a table, one leg hitched up on it, the other one straight and slightly parted on the floor, sipping champagne and eyefucking his boyfriend while he molested their manager. There has to be a special level of hell for people like this, Brian thought.
"Bob. Just stop it, please," he hissed behind his shoulder, keeping his voice low even if there was little chance of anyone overhearing in such a big, noisy crowd. This... thing, this slow torture, had been going on for months, subtle hints becoming ever less subtle, and he was running out of good reasons and excuses to try and make them stop. Not that he wasn't tempted, because fuck, who wouldn't, but -no. Not a good idea at all.
"What are you talking about?" Bob replied, smug with faked innocence. "I'm not doing anything here. You're way too nervous, Schechter. You should relax." And with that, he raised a hand to Brian's right shoulder and started kneading the tense muscles there with a light massage. Brian didn't know how, but he could feel the smirk on Bob's face even with his back turned. Possibly because it was mirrored on Ray's face, right in front of him.
Unconsciously, Brian relaxed into the touch, feeling the heat radiate from where Bob was touching him, his body relaxing slightly. That didn't last long; Bob's hand travelled down Brian's back, along his spine, and ending with his fingers an inch or two inside the waist of his pants, hot through his shirt.
"That's not relaxing, Brian. See, you're all tense again," Bob whispered into Brian's ear, a huge fake smile plastered on his face while he waved with his other hand to a passing acquaintance. That same hand came down to rest on Brian's waist, clutching possessively, Bob's erection digging into Brian's ass. "Come on, you know you want this. We've been waiting for you for months. Forget you're our manager for once and let's celebrate. We're at the fucking VMAs!"
Brian swallowed nervously, hard and frustrated and torn between wanting to let go and melt into Bob's body behind him, and the thousand voices in his head telling him that it was a bad, bad, bad idea. He looked at Ray again. As if he knew what Bob was saying, Ray nodded and took a sip from his glass, before putting it down on the table and striding towards them.
"Let's go," Ray said, deciding for all of them, "we can go up to our room. And don't try to say no, because I think I can see something that tells me otherwise." Ray's eyes slid down Brian's his body, he could feel himself turn red and fuck, yes, even harder when he knew his arousal was probably showing. Fuck this, he thought, and turned off his brain. "What about the others? They'll be looking for us after the party's over." The exchange of looks between Bob and Ray was so quick he could have imagined it, before Ray replied "Don't worry, they'll know where to find us."
Brian decided he'd rather not ask, and followed them to the elevators, Bob's arm still around his waist, trying not to think too closely about what was going to happen.
They jumped on him as soon as the elevator doors closed, Bob cupping his neck and pulling his head back for a kiss, Ray going directly for his crotch, palming his erection through the pants. Shit. He was kissing Bob Bryar. Not a particularly brilliant thought, but his mind was busy processing the double feeling of Bob's tongue in his mouth and Ray's hand pushing against his cock, so busy that he didn't even hear the elevator getting to their floor and the doors opening. He blinked at the sudden loss of contact, moaning a bit when Ray's hand left his cock.
"Come on, come on, we'll have time for that inside the room. I don't think you want to do this in public, do you?" Bob joked, leading him down the corridor to the room he was supposed to share with Ray.
Once inside the room, they didn't waste any more time on words. Bob pushed him towards the bed while Ray helped him take off his suit jacket, kissing his neck while he did that with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Brian closed his eyes and let himself collapse on the bed, slowly crawling up the mattress. He felt powerless and open, willing, and strangely free. His previous nervousness had disappeared the moment he walked inside the room, leaving all thoughts and "but"s outside. He opened his eyes and smiled at Bob, who had shrugged off his own jacket and was now kneeling between Brian's legs, going directly for his zipper while Ray took off Brian's shoes and dropped them on the floor.
They clearly weren't going for finesse: Bob unbuckled Brian's belt and opened the zipper, leaning forward to breathe once, twice on his cock through the briefs. Brian moaned, wanting more contact, wanting the thin layer of tissue to disappear, lifting his hips to offer himself to Bob and in hope he'd drag his pants down a little. Ray joined them on the bed, kneeling down beside Brian and slowly opening his shirt before kissing him, from the neck up to his jaw and finally his mouth, forcing his tongue in. Brian opened up to him, pliant and earnest, wanting more, still waiting for Bob to finally free his erection from his clothes. His eyes closed, he almost didn't notice Ray's hand sliding down his right arm and grabbing the wrist: he only opened them when he felt Bob move from his position and do the same with his left arm, both of them dragging the hands up towards the head of the bed. They had their ties in their hands, and - oh. Without a word, only with a smile, they tied him to the bedpost, making sure the knots would hold but weren't too tight. He tried pulling his arms, not too much, just to see how much he could move, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Instead of feeling tied up, he felt suddenly relaxed again - at least in his mind.
"See, no choices, no decisions. We're taking care of you tonight," Bob said, smiling down at him. Brian didn't reply, only smiled back and arched an eyebrow, nodding in the direction of his crotch. He needed to come, and he needed to fucking come soon before he did so in his pants. "Pushy little fucker," Ray laughed, "giving orders even when you're powerless. Let's see if we can shut you up."
They moved in unison, almost as if they'd rehearsed it: kneeling down on both sides of Brian, Bob helped him to lift his hips up while Ray dragged pants and underwear down, just enough to free his cock at last. Then they leaned in closer, mouths open, sucking lightly against the base of Brian's cock on both sides. They worked their way up like that, taking a break every now and then to kiss, hot and wet. Brian's cock was resting against their faces as they did so and he panted heavily, desperate to be touched again, to be sucked in soon. Once at the top Bob went down first, sucking on the head while Ray pumped the base with his hands with short strokes. He probably wasn't going to last long, not with that visuals in front of him, not with the overabundance of stimulation from two mouths, four hands, two pairs of eyes staring up at him and promising that it was only the beginning.
When Ray took Bob's place, sliding down the length of his cock in one smooth movement while Bob was blocking Brian's hips so that he couldn't move and gag him (and fuck, being forced to stay still while tied too shouldn't have been so damn arousing), he knew it was going to come soon. Closing his eyes he threw his head down on the pillow, arching slightly, letting them work on him, using and worshipping his body at the same time, Ray's head bobbing up and down faster as he kept on sucking his cock, Bob's mouth on his hipbones, biting.
He didn't warn them, he didn't have time to: he let out a loud, incoherent moan and shivered, coming down Ray's throat as he continued to suck him while Bob snickered and came up to kiss him, stealing the small, shallow gasps from his lips.
"Fuck, that was nice." Frank's voice surprised Brian, but why should he be surprised, after all? Ray had hinted as much earlier, when they were still at the party, even if Brian hadn't thought of the implications of his words at the time. "The others will know where to find us" - he knew Mikey disappeared right after the show with Pete Wentz, so that left Gerard. He laughed, guessing he'd pop up later, as Frank just did. Brian's inhibitions had disappeared so far from his mind that he was surprisingly okay with it; to be completely honest, he was probably more than okay with it. It was as Ray said - no choices, no decisions, no responsibilities. His band was deciding for him that night.
Frank came up to the bed, sitting next to Bob on Brian's right side. He was smiling as he took off his tie, unbuttoned his black shirt. "That was nice, but you know what? I think you came too soon. Maybe if you didn't watch - " he waved his hand in front of Brian's face, pretending to close his eyes - "you'd last more. Ray, lift up his head." And just like that, Frank blindfolded him with his tie, making sure that it wasn't too tight but that Brian couldn't see much either - and he couldn't, only shadows and lights moving if he rolled his eyes up and down.
Why should he, though? He knew he could trust them. "You're a kinky little fucker," Brian smiled, still a little out of breath.
"Says the one tied down to the bed with two men going down on him at the same time," Frank replied, his voice close to Brian's mouth, and he kissed him, fast and dirty, all tongue and teeth and hands clutching at his neck. Brian felt Bob and Ray move, someone - Bob? He thought he could recognize the touch - encouraging him to lift his hips and finally removing his pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. The same pair of hands, caressing his legs, ankle to hip, in small, light circles and broad upward strokes, opening his legs slowly and exposing him to something, someone he couldn't see. He should have been worried or ashamed, or even self conscious, but he wasn't. Every touch was like coming home, even in a hotel room that was getting hotter by the minute and smelling of sex. He concentrated on Frank's mouth, chasing his tongue with his own, playing with his lower lip, arching under the hands caressing him.
Another set of hands touched him and those, at last, surprised him. One pushed his right leg up to his chest, the other went straight for his ass, slick, cold fingers pushing in. He gasped and moaned but nobody heard him, only Frank, who swallowed the sounds into his mouth and probably decided he liked them, because he slid his hand inside Brian's open shirt and pinched a nipple with increasing pressure, smiling against his mouth when Brian moaned again. He arched and trashed on the bed, pushing himself against the fingers inside him, hoping for more but unable to ask for it with words. Two fingers became three, three slowly became four, opening him inch by inch, loosening him up as he hadn't been in a long time.
The fingers disappeared then, leaving him empty and waiting, and Brian sensed someone crouching down between his legs, slicked latex pushing against his entrance, entering slowly. He didn't know who it was, and he gave up trying to discern who was who from that moment on. Slow pushing became hard thrusting, one hand keeping his right leg bent towards his chest, almost touching the shoulder, using the position for better leverage; someone came inside him, groaning, and someone else replaced him, bigger and slower, leaving him breathless and voiceless, shaking while two pairs of hands stroked his chest, his shoulders, his neck, his hair, his arms. A third someone, a third cock fucking him hastily, almost nervously, with short sharp thrusts that reminded him of Frank. Yes, it probably was Frank, but it didn't matter, not now.
Brian was hard again, trying to arch up for friction of some kind, a small pleading sound escaping his lips. At last, someone touched him, but only for a second, stopped by a new voice: "Let me."
Gerard, it was Gerard's voice. Brian wondered briefly how long he'd been there, watching them, maybe touching himself. He moaned louder, begging him to move faster as the thrusts inside him became quicker and sharper, knowing that whoever was fucking him now was about to come, but Gerard didn't comply. Brian felt a third orgasm inside himself, completely open and loose, boneless, all his remaining energy concentrated on his cock. He couldn't touch himself and no one else was, but the frustration only lasted a second, because someone was rolling down a condom on him, slicking him up with some lube, and sitting on his hips, slowly, slowly pushing Brian's cock inside him. He wondered for a minute, but he could hear Bob and Ray whispering softly to each other next to him now, one on each side, and he thought he recognized the long fingers clutching his hips, the voice of the small moans coming from the person on top of him - Gerard.
Brian could feel them Bob and Ray above himself, he guessed they were kissing – and every now and then they leaned down and kissed him both at the same time, mouths and tongues and sweat mixing together while Gerard rode him, fucking tight and hot, moaning when Brian pushed up against him with what strength he still had. Frank was sucking or jerking Gerard off, he guessed, he could feel him moving against him, his hands roaming from Gerard's to Brian’s thighs from time to time. Suddenly he felt a hand reach around, cupping his balls slightly, squeezing them just a little. He thrust up stronger than usual, in surprise, starting a chain reaction: Gerard screaming and grinding down on him with all his weight, the feeling of hot come on his belly, and coming himself, harder than he thought he could after the earlier blowjob, everything amplified by the lack of sight and freedom of movement, disappearing in sounds and smells and touches, everything concentrating in one single point in his body.
After that, it took a while for everyone to recover breath and consciousness, and even longer before someone remembered to stop kissing him lazily long enough to remove the binds on his wrists and the blindfold. When Brian opened his eyes, he saw Bob and Ray still flanking him on both sides, chins resting on his chest, and Gerard and Frank curled up together at the foot of the bed, kissing. Brian smiled, mind gloriously empty and happy. The bed wasn't that big, but maybe they'd fit all together for one night.
"If any of you snores," he mumbled, closing his eyes, "I'm personally kicking you out of the room."
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Date: 2009-03-12 08:10 am (UTC)That was so fucking hot.
And of course Gerard and Frank had to be all cute together. ♥
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Date: 2009-03-12 08:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-03-12 12:34 pm (UTC)Aww Mikey missed out, although he was probably having some fun with Pete anyway.
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Date: 2009-03-12 03:03 pm (UTC)Love it.
x
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Date: 2009-03-12 06:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-03-12 07:49 pm (UTC)I like the last line xD
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Date: 2009-03-13 02:00 am (UTC)C:
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Date: 2009-03-13 05:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-13 07:48 pm (UTC)Sorry this wasn't a very intellectual comment...