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Their show had finished and Frank was sporting a relentless hard-on and a seriously fuzzy head. It had started maybe just over half way through their set. Before he'd had his guitar to help him shield it but was now lingering in the dressing rooms in hopes it would just go down. They were on the road again that morning, and he could do with some rest whilst they were stationary but like hell he was heading back to their shared bunks like this. The others had gone as soon as they'd finished and he told them he'd catch up with them. And that's where he'd been for the last ten minutes. He'd desperately tried thinking of super unsexy things like the current stench of their tour bus or when they got their asses handed to them in kickball but it was no use. His mind kept going back to when Gerard tugged on his hair just a little too aggressively during the set or when he held Gerard's head against his crotch and rutted into it granting himself some momentary relief and he'd let out a moan or a whine and sink deeper into his headspace.
He really should have been getting a move on lest the others grow suspicious of his delay, but he really couldn't find it in him to move. Not to mention it would be really awkward to enter a room full of his friends and people who work for him eyeing the egregious wet stain forming on the front of his jeans. "Godfuckingdammit" he muttered, his eyes fluttering as he squirmed in his chair. He desperately needed some friction. He fiddled with his belt. It hadn't really been that long since the others had left...they wouldn't really suspect anything if he took another five minutes to catch up. They were probably preoccupied with something else anyway...they weren't wondering what he was doing...yeah. He had enough time to get it over with and clear his head. Yeah...
He sprung into action; there was no time to waste. He yanked down his jeans and his boxers and moaned as the air grazed over his weeping erection. He grasped his cock in his hand, bucking up into it immediately, finally glad to have something to relieve himself. He didn't bother easing himself into it, instead he ran his hand from the tip down to the base, spreading his slick all over. He pumped up and down, desperate for release. It would have been so much better if someone was there with him. Maybe they'd be calling him a good boy and coo at the state of him or maybe they'd call him a stupid, pathetic mutt who's only capable of thinking about his next orgasm. He moaned, obscenely. He really liked the sound of that.
Frank was so absorbed in his fantasy that he failed to hear the footsteps that approached down the hall and failed to notice when they stopped outside the door and remained entirely ignorant when the door creaked open and the footsteps entered.
"Uh, Frank? Are you done yet? Everyone's waiting for you. Oh, shit uh. What?"
Fuck, was that Mikey? Shit, and he was so close too. He knew he should apologise, or yell at him to get out, say something, anything really would have been better than moaning Mikey's name and continuing to jerk himself off.
Mikey stood in shock at the scene unfolding in front of him. He watched as Frank shamelessly continued to jerk off, whining indecently all the while. His eyes were rolling back (just from the pleasure, or to deny the current situation?) and his mouth was stuck open in his display of absolute pleasure. Leaving was probably the most level-headed option, and Mikey did start to back up, but Frank redirected his gaze to stare at him and looking into his pleading eyes prevented him from turning around and walking out the door.
"What...do you need?" He asked softly, partially unsure of his words. Frank couldn't do anything but tip his head back and let his legs spread even more, gargling something incomprehensible to the ceiling.
Mikey stepped closer, bolder now. "It's the show, right? Makes you all pent up." He watched as Frank began to nod. His hand was now clutching around the base of his leaking dick. It looked painful. He took another step. "You can only express so much when you're up on stage."
"That's why you're always rubbing up on my brother. You need an outlet."
Frank attempted to say something again but failed again. His hips gave a weak jerk.
Mikey grasped a handful of hair and pulled the other up. "Come on, you're going to have to do better than that. Use your words."
Frank groaned, eyes fluttering. "Lemme...lemme suck you off." He managed weakly.
Mikey released him and began to unbuckle his belt, but paused, considering something. "Hey, give me your tie." He eventually spoke.
With a heavy heart, Frank removed the hand holding his dick and joined his other hand in its lousy attempt of undoing his tie. On account of his impatience (and heavy arousal), he only managed to make the tie tighter.
"Fucking useless thing." Mikey scolded. He grabbed the tie and yanked causing Frank to almost fall off his chair. Frank didn't need to be told twice as he quickly got up. He swayed a little, unsteady on his feet. Mikey undid his tie swiftly and brought Frank's arms round in front of him. "Hold your hands together."
He did so, and Mikey wrapped the tie around them, tying it nice and tight. Frank moaned softly at the feeling, testing how far he could move his hands apart. "Hold on." Mikey momentarily stepped away and grabbed the t-shirt he had worn during the show. He returned and brought the t-shirt over Franks eyes and tied it.
"Down."
Immediately, Frank sank to his knees as Mikey stepped around him. He unzipped his jeans and took his hardening dick out. "Open your mouth."
Frank did as he was told, sticking out his tongue for good measure. Mikey placed his tip there and bit his lip as Frank closed his lips around it, suckling on it. He began taking it in deeper, swirling his tongue around the head and the length until he was near enough the base. His head began to bob slowly as he sucked at a languid pace.
Mikey's hand came down to rest on Frank's head, making the other jump, and he ran it over the shaved part of his hair. "We're gonna have to get you a collar, aren't we Frankie? Would you like that? A collar to show who you belong to." His hand travelled past Frank's hollowed cheek and settled softly on his neck. He lightly traced over the scorpion tattoo there, liking how it made the other shiver, then, without mercy, brought his other hand down to clasp his hands and squeeze them around his throat.
"It can have all our names on there too, you'd like that even more right, slut?"
"Please..." Is what Frank tried to say around the dick in his mouth and the hands suffocating him.
"Of course you would. I didn't even need to ask." He loosened his grip and pressed his thumbs into his jugular instead. "Maybe you can have one that shocks you too." He dug them in deeper, watching with dark eyes as Frank's full body began to seize with an effort to find air. "Anytime you get excited at an improper time, like tonight, it'll give you a zap, reminding you of what a naughty goddamn whore you are." He stopped squeezing and let Frank get his breath back. "Nah, that'll just turn you on even more. God, you're such a pest, can't even punish you properly." He ran his thumbs gently up and down the reddened skin. Staring down at Frank, he wished he could see how hazy his eyes looked, but he couldn't deny how hot he looked there on his knees with his vision denied. Somehow, the makeshift blindfold made him look dumber then if he could see his blissed out expression.
Frank must have mostly recovered, as he began to bob his head vigorously on Mikey's dick again, catching the other by surprise.
"Fuck, you're actually good at this." He removed his hands after one last squeeze. "Hold still." was his only warning before he began to buck his hips, burrowing his dick in the back of the other's throat, pounding brutally there. Frank wobbled without his hands to ground him and was only steadied by Mikey's grip on his head. He relaxed his throat as best he could and let his eyes roll shut under the blindfold, partially from the pleasure, partially from the lack of air. "So fucking wet, Frank. So good." Mikey moaned, lost in his own bliss. His words settled over Frank pleasantly and he moaned softly in response. "Fuck, swallow, okay. Swallow it all."
Frank did so, albeit letting some escape down his chin. He swayed there enjoying the buzz that came from being used, licking half-heartedly at the mess around his mouth. Though, he wasn't unaware of the heavy pressure between his legs. He was throbbing, right on the edge, and wished he was capable of planting a firm hand around his length and giving it a few good pumps. He heard Mikey re-buckle his belt and hoped his turn was soon.
Hands reached around his head and removed the makeshift blindfold causing him to wince at the sudden harshness of the light in the room. When he'd recovered, he lifted his tied hands, expecting them to be next, but Mikey didn't reach out for them. "Ah-ah." He said. "I have a better idea." Quickly, Mikey sourced another tie he must have noticed lying around and returned, bending down. He looped it around the base of Frank's dick and tied it. "There."
Frank looked down at his bound dick in dissatisfaction. He looked back up at Mikey with wide eyes, jutting out his bottom lip. Mikey softened, though really he was delighted to see the other like this. He bent down and ruffled Frank's hair. "Aw, pup, it's okay. I know it hurts now but think of how good it'll feel." Frank only groaned and fell forward onto Mikey's shoulder. "Here." Mikey stood up causing Frank's head to slide down his torso, ending up where he was only a moment ago. "How about I let you hump my leg. This shouldn't be a problem for a stupid mutt like you, right?"
Frank's eyes darkened with each taunt, his mouth hanging slack in eager anticipation. He pressed his dick against Mikey's shin and seized at the jolts of pleasure he felt from just that little touch. His dick was purple and swollen, begging for release not more friction, but unable to let go or stop its desperate chase. It hurt like hell but at the same time the pleasure was mind-numbingly perfect. He didn't know whether the tears beginning to fall from his eyes were out of pain or pure joy. All he knew was that he wanted more or rather, he needed more and more of it. He began desperately to grind against Mikey's leg, not caring about how pathetic he probably looked to the other. He rubbed his head into Mikey's crotch, panting against it. Mikey...he was so kind for letting such a dumb, dirty animal like him get off like this. He watched with half-lidded eyes as tiny amounts of pre collected at his tip before pooling into Mikey's jeans. Man, Mikey was such a good guy. He felt another orgasm build then fade away as quickly as it arrived. He choked out a sob, his cock throbbing painfully the more it was denied.
"Hey", Mikey tapped his cheek, "you still with me?" Frank nodded, rubbing his face up and down Mikey's thigh.
"I think you've been patient enough."
Frank sagged in relief.
"I'll let you come, but you're gonna have to undo the tie by yourself."
Fucking. Prick.
He wished he could just rip apart the tie around his hands and push Mikey down against the desk connected to the long expanse of a mirror. That way he could watch himself get ruined instead as Frank took his own pleasure. But whatever, Frank would bite. Granted, it wasn't like the knot was that tightly done, and it was (gracefully) left beside where his immobilized hands were already resting. All Frank really needed to do was was just give it one good yank, and it would loosen enough to where he could finally feel relief. It was just that, every brush of his clumsy fingers against his pissed off dick caused him to double over in agony. But, God he needed to come so bad. He tried again, attempting to grab the piece of fabric that would unravel his tormenter but was once again stopped by the sharp, agonising sensation of that painful pleasure. He grinded his teeth together to ground himself through the overstimulation and oh...right, he has teeth. Determined, Frank brought his hands to his mouth and began tearing at the fabric with his teeth. Considering how frantic he was, it didn't seem like the knot would loosen, but after enough attempts, he finally grabbed the right loop and yanked it towards himself. The knot came undone and he was free. As soon as he had shaken the tie off, his released hands wasted no time in taking hold of the tie around his length and pulling it hard.
The tie loosened significantly, and the pressure that had been trapped finally coalesced into pleasure. He didn't even have the chance to ready himself before his long-awaited orgasm was tearing through him. It gripped him fully and blanked his brain, unable to focus on anything but the white, hot pleasure coursing through his body in a multitude of waves. and his eyes squeezed shut, white flashing behind his lids. He kept babbling 'thank you' over and over in a weak voice before he wiped out.
He came back to with his head resting at Mikey's feet.
"You got it all over my pants, dude." Mikey said, assessing the damage done to his jeans. He was scrubbing at it with a spare setlist that'd been lying around.
"'M bad..." Frank slurred from the floor. He thought it was deserved though he wouldn't dare say that out loud. He lifted himself up but due to his legs feeling like jelly, he wobbled threatening to go back down. Mikey steadied him.
Frank blinked a little, coming out of his daze. Mikey let go, assessing him. "Are you good?"
After a pause, he registered Mikey's words and nodded. "Yep." He'd mostly snapped back to reality now, remembering where they were and where they should be. "We should leave."
"You should've just manned up and gone back to the bus with your hardon. No one would have said anything."
Frank rolled his eyes. He had taken off the vest he wore on stage and was now unbuttoning his shirt. "First off, that is a fucking bold-faced lie. And second, you," He pointed his finger accusingly, "could've just ignored me and waited like 5 seconds until I was done." He grabbed his jeans and underwear from earlier and began putting them back on.
"Wow, you sure last long." Mikey teased, his glasses somehow glinting in the overhead lights.
"Man, shut up." He looped his belt through his jeans and buckled it. "My dick seriously felt like it was gonna fall off, it isn't a laughing matter."
"Good, your dick falling off I mean, you'd finally start thinking with your head more. You know, that's actually what I was sent here to do. They told me to 'suffocate his dick until it comes clean off'. An efficient neutering." He laughed as he spoke.
"You're seriously ruining my high." Frank mumbled, unamused and chucking on some random t-shirt.
"Whatever. Look, we're all going out to eat, I mean we were, the guys are probably already at the restaurant." He began towards the exit. "Just hurry up. I want to eat."
"What're you going to tell them?" Frank snickered.
Mikey lingered at the door. "I'm not worried about that. You're the one who's going to come up with an excuse to why we're half an hour late." Mikey looked back around the door. "And you're wearing my shirt by the way."
Fucking prick.