Birth of Venus

You loved your big step-brothers! Mikey and Gerard were so cool and sweet to you, it always made you feel so warm inside. They were so protective too, always looking out and sticking up for you. You didn’t really understand why they always got upset when you wore something ‘too revealing’ or went and hung out with a guy your age. They’d tell you it’s because they’re just making sure you’re safe and that boys your age are always up to no good! It made enough sense to you so you always just went with what they told you.

A lot of people you know would tell you to do what you want or that you’re just too easy when you would mention your step-brothers rules for you but you knew it was all going towards your safety, nobody just got your step-brothers like you did! Gerard and Mikey knew inside however that you really were just that easy, you always listened to every order that came from their mouth like they were your god. It gave them a power trip, one Gerard loved to flex and push at while Mikey hated to admit it, trying to trick his brain into believing that he really was just doing this for safety, no way he was into it!

You spent all your free time with your step-brothers, watching movies and eating junk with Gerard, hanging out in Mikey’s room together, or all three of you playing video games. Sometimes when you’d be criss-crossed on Mikey’s bed you’d spot the porn magazines around his room. They were all kinda weird, girls dressed kinda childish, specific ones with varieties of tits, women tied up. It grossed you out a little but you knew he didn’t mean for you to see it, he probably just forgot to hide them! Expect you didn’t know the fact he would pick specific ones to ‘scatter’ around, all ones that reminded him of you in someway. He’d even follow your face to see how your expression would slightly change when you noticed them, it always ended up with him hanging out with you with a pillow to the front of his lap. You were always too oblivious to question it.

Gerard liked to purposefully put on yucky movies to watch you shield your face, sometimes he’d even get lucky enough for you to hide yourself into his chest or whine to him about how “It’s too gross Gee! Turn it off please..” Gerard was worse about his room, he’d have cloths and boxers full of cum on his floor and bed and his room was always so musky it made your nose scrunch. That’s how you ended up always watching movies with him in the living room, giving the excuse that the basement was just too cold for you. Sometimes Gee was just so warm, you’d end up falling asleep on him, sleepy huffs fell from your mouth in a deep haze.

You just looked too cute for him to not trail his hand down your stomach, you shouldn’t have worn such tight clothes if you didn’t want it. He liked the way his heart would skip a beat every time you would twist and turn as he slipped his fingers past your waistband. The feel of your soft clit and warm wetness always made him dizzy, he’d bite his lip till he bled, the metallic taste somehow getting him harder than he already is. He loved the risk of you waking up to him fucking his fingers into you but whenever you’d start to softly whimper he would get too scared and quickly slip his hand away.

The disappearing act with your undergarments was making you go crazy! You never would have expected it to be Gerard or Mikey, always blaming the crappy laundry machine to eating your clothes when you’d rip your room apart for one of your favourite bras or panties. They had been stealing from you for months, starting small than getting bolder as time went on. it had became something more now about how innocent and oblivious you were rather than just wanting to sniff at your dirty underwear.

Gerard liked to jerk his cock with your panties. The older the better when it came to him, he loved your musk up against his face, wishing you were wearing your panties, grinding atop his face with them. It slowly turned into needing your scent more than it had been about your musk, he started stealing perfumes, deodorants, your poor teddies. He swore to himself he would only sniff at them, he could never hurt his sweet younger step-sister’s teddy bear! That was until you would walk around in something even slightly revealing, Gerard just needs more, cutting a hole into your plushie in a haze before bottoming out into it. He came shortly after that, it didn’t feel like a pussy in the slightest but as he felt his icky cum around his cock he decided it was close enough if it had your scent.

On the other hand, Mikey was greedy, stealing both your bras and panties! He was just a big tits guy you can’t blame him for wanting to smell at the faint scent of your tits that radiated off the dirty clothing. All while a pair of your lacy panties scratched at his cock while he jerked himself up into it. You had no business buying such slutty underwear if you didn’t want them jerking off to it. Mikey wished he had the courage to take something more than your undergarments, wishing he could steal the shampoo he is constantly secretly catching whiffs of in your hair, he wanted a collection of you. But what if you found out? What if you started to hate your big and caring step-brother? Mikey couldn’t let that happen! He’ll stick to cumming into the wet spots of your panties or the cups of your bra before cleaning them again and watching you walk around in them like nothing happened.

This innocent thing really got Gerard’s rocks off, always out in the living room slipping his hands down his pants if he knows you’re the only one home. Putting on the weirdest porn he could think of that he knew got his dick going. He wasn’t shy with the volume of the television nor the sounds escaping from his agape mouth. You had thought you had heard him wincing in pain when you snuck downstairs to see what was going on, stopping dead in your tracks in the start of the living room. A perfect view of Gerard’s pulsing cock and porn on the TV screen that made your tummy feel queasy. He had this shaky smirk as he snuck himself back into his pants, giving fake apologies of how “Oh— Y/N! I’m sorry you had to see that, I— I had no clue you were home— swear!” The sounds of women squealing as they got fucked dumb in the ass playing over the sound of his apology.

Mikey was much more just too accidentally obvious. The thought of purposefully wanting you to know what he was doing made his heart pound with anxiety, he couldn’t cope if you reacted too strongly, so he tried to keep to himself as much he could. It worked terribly, the guy had no clue how to be quiet, Gerard was always on his ass about it and banging on his door when he could hear Mikey going on for much longer than needed. It was even worse with you, the minute his focus shifted to you as he swiped over his tip he was yelping like an animal, shivering and whining into his own touch. The poor guy had been too frantic to get to his room to beat off after catching a glimpse of the thong you were wearing so much that he had forgotten to lock his door.

You had only came to see if your step-brother was alright! You didn’t mean to swing his door open to find him fucking himself into his hand, a huffing mess of sighs with fogged up glasses as he snapped his head towards you. He had started to softly cry as he blabbered up apologizes, “Oh fuck— I’m so so sorry Y/N. Oh how— I can’t believe I— I’m so fucking sorry, please forgive me— I didn’t mean to be so loud.” For a man who was near sobbing as he frantically apologized to you, the image of you finding him there in such a vulnerable state was enough for the next ten jack off sessions. It made him cum harder than any porn before it, his eyes dug into his skull as he swore he saw stars when he jerked off to it the night after.

It turned into a shit show when you finally got a boyfriend. You had came home one day extra giggly than normal, the two of them immediately picked up on it, prodding you to tell them. You knew you probably sounded so cheesy as you explained this new guy you were seeing to them, he was just so perfect and the first people you wanted to tell were your step-brothers. They listened with all too much intent, both gritting their teeth with their jaw locked as they swore steam would seep out of their ears. Mikey took it out on his cock, now jerking off whenever he could till his dick was raw because all that was on his mind was that stupid new boyfriend of yours.

Gee tried to act like it didn’t affect him, like his blood didn’t boil over at the mention of the guy’s sticky name. You’d just talk and talk about this nobody every time he got you alone with him, he loved you too much to roll his eyes at you but god did he want to. It was making it almost impossible to not do something to shut you up about this guy, it’s not his fault you couldn’t take the hint that he hated the guy’s guts. One night after you had talked his head off about kissing your new boyfriend in his ‘fancy’ car, he had had enough. He had slipped into your room after he knew you had gone to bed, trying not to creak your bed frame as he climbed on top of you, his extra body weight didn’t help much.

His hands dipped into your pants and panties, hooking to them before shimmying them down your body slowly. Once they reached your knees he stopped, pulling his own boxer down far enough to be able to free his cock fully, already hard and reddish from the idea of what he was planning. He had more slobbered into his hand than he had spit, trying to make as least noise as possible, rubbing the saliva all over his cock. He didn’t care about adjusting himself for you much, sinking himself fully in fairly quickly. He had bottomed out the minute his cock came to a hilt inside you. It didn’t take long for you to walk up frantic when he was fucking into you slow but rough.

His hand snuck over your mouth when he noticed you staring down at him, “Gonna shut that pretty mouth right? Not— not gonna tell anyone, right sweet thing? Oh, I— I know you wanna be a good girl—fuck— just let me do this.” Tears started to stream down your face as you sniffled through the rest with your head in the sheets. It was never really talked about again, especially when you had came in the end and the fact that every time you thought about it you realized you would ache in your pelvis. You were quiet the next day as well, you spoke barely any in the morning, didn’t want to talk to anyone that afternoon, and went to bed early. You didn’t have any ‘movie nights’ with him for a good week and a half until he convinced you with a favourite you had been dying to find on physical.

With your older brother gone to Italy, you were now the oldest sibling forced to help the family along financially. So, you decided the easiest option was the diner nearby. The fort nearby rejuvenated the restaurants life, frequently bustling with different men in uniform. Different ranks signified on their lapels. The job was alright, pretty cushy and only really having to deal with the flirtations of lonely men. However, one soldier stuck out, he was quiet amidst his friends. High cheekbones and these hazel eyes framed by long girlish eyelashes. You’ve never seen such a beautiful boy before.

You served the table as usual, watching as they got up and left your tip on the table. The private pushed a hand through their freshly trimmed hair as they walked out. Glancing back at you, he smiled softly, a faint blush coloring their cheeks. You had a feeling you’d see them again…

You’re feeling ending up being correct, just not so soon. The next day, the man sat alone in the same booth. Whenever a different waitress tried to serve them, they politely asked for you (based on your description). Walking up to his lonesome table, he smiled, “Good morning ma’am.” Smiling back and gleefully responding, “Mornin’ sweetheart, feels like I just saw you yesterday!” He laughed, turning a vibrant shade of red, “Well, I didn’t get a chance to talk to you, sugar.” Tapping your pencil on your small notebook, “I get off in about thirty minutes, do you think you could wait that long?” The man nodded shyly, taking a cigarette out of his metal holder and placing it between his lips.

They ordered a coffee and waited patiently at the bar for you to get off work. Finally putting up your apron, you sat on a stool beside them. Turning towards you, he took one final swig of his coffee and asked, “What’s your name, sweetheart?” Brushing a sliver of hair behind your ear, muttering your name all of a sudden shy. They smiled, “I’m Gerard, how about we get outta here, sugar.” Nodding, you let him lead you out the door and to his car. Putting away any nervousness, you got in beside them. “Ever since I’ve been out here me and my buddies discovered this really pretty spot I wanna show you.” Gerard’s car rumbled to life, coughing and sputtering while they exited the parking lot.

Scooting slightly closer to them, “So, where are you from?” Threading fingers through his short hair, “Jersey. Well, Belleville specifically. What about you?” Sighing, “Here, this town was much smaller before the fort became so populated.” They nodded, fingers tapping the steering wheel while he navigated through the woods and up the winding path to the top of the hill that overlooked your small town. You’ve been to this spot before but Gerard didn’t need to know that. He talked about comics, admitting through a soft chuckle that, “I know I seem a little old for them but I really like reading ‘em.”

Nuzzling into their shoulder, “That’s okay, I have my own interests like that.” Shortly after he arrived at the spot, which is sort of notorious for teen makeout sessions. They parked, getting out to open the car door for you. Holding out his arm for you to take, he guided you to the edge that overlooked the town. Which looked so small up here, like little ants going about their life. Gerard stood a little closer, obviously nervous, “Is it okay if I hold you?” Pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, “Of course.” Resting your head on their chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. Gerard’s breath hitched at the sudden contact. Fighting the smile that grew on his lips while he held you close.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, swaying softly with the late summer breeze. Pressing a kiss into the top of your head, smelling the floral powdery soap you use to wash your hair. He interrupted the silence, “I’m getting shipped off to France next week.” The fact stood there between you, quickly becoming stale. Taking your head off his chest to make eye contact, hands coming up to clutch their cheeks. “Don’t even worry about it. Just stay here, right now, in this moment.” Gerard nodded, flashing their big, puppy dog hazel eyes down at you. Watching their gaze flash down to your lips, a smiled tugged at you.

So slowly, you leaned in and connected your lips to his. Eating up the little surprised sound that left his mouth, taking a second before he kissed you back. Hands dipping down to rest on your hips, feeling the fabric of your dress there. Holding on like he’d lose you if he let go. Slowly, you traced your tongue along his bottom lip, gasping at the involuntary moan that left their lips. They tasted like coffee and cigarettes, the kiss was messy. You could tell Gerard definitely was inexperienced, spit gathering at the corners of your mouth. Wiping it off quickly when you separate, “Are you wanting to wait til marriage?”

He scoffed, “I don’t know if I’ll even get the chance.” You laughed, “Maybe I should become a nurse…” Unbuttoning his thick wool uniform and feeling up their clothed chest. “You look so handsome in your uniform, baby.” Their face went tomato red, feeling themselves starting to get hard in his restrictive pants. Seeing this, you hovered your hand over the obvious bulge sticking out of their pants, “Is it okay if I touch you here?”

Gerard nodded fervently, biting back a moan as you palm them. Thrusting your hand rhythmically as he moans, “L-let’s move to the backseat of my car.” Fingers interlocking while you walked the few feet back to his car.

Opening the door again for you, watching your ass as you climb into the backseat. Pretty much right after he climbs in your on top of them. Pressing kisses into their high cheekbones as well as threading your fingers through his short hair. Their hands sat nervously at their side, scared to do something wrong. Pausing for a moment, you straddled them, placing his hands on your hips. “Don’t be scared to touch me, Gerard.” He smiled, hands trailing back from your waist to your ass. Groaning as you hike up your skirt, giving them better assess to you. Unbuttoning their starched collared shirt, trailing kisses down his chest with every button you undo.

Reaching his belt, you quickly took it off of them. Palming them through his slacks, you maneuvered yourself onto your knees in between their legs. Unbuttoning his slacks and pulling his hard length out of their boxers. Gerard looked down at you nervously, biting their lip in both anticipation and nerves. Licking up the precum that’s leaking off his pretty pink tip, watching their face instantly contort in pleasure. Taking just his tip into your mouth first, creating a suction that causes them to buck into your mouth. Gerard wasn’t too long, so it wasn’t too hard on you. Deciding to take them all the way, your nose met his scraggly pubic hair.

Their fingers made their way into your scalp, hearing them moan all high and girlish as you start to set a rhythm. Your hand slid into your underwear, fingers circling your clitoris fast while you sucked him off. You could feel Gerard get close, cock throbbing inside your mouth. His grip tightened on your scalp, pulling you off him reluctantly. Hand clutching your cheek, “I wanna feel you, sugar.” Planting one last kiss on his tip, you joined them back on the seat. Lips connecting again, Gerard moaned at his taste on your mouth. The kiss heated up as you guided them on top of you, quickly slipping off your underwear. Wrapping your legs around his waist guiding their hips taut with yours.

Gerard’s length sat hot against your thigh, while he kissed your neck softly. Free hand clutching your clothed breast, taking everything in like it was the last time he’d be with someone like this. Guiding his cock to your warmth, taking him in inch by inch. Gerard was thicker than you anticipated, gasping at the fit. Slowly, he started to rock his hips in and out of you. Pressing kisses into your face and lips, “So good, baby. I wanna go on a proper date with you, sugar.” Nodding fervently, “Yes, please!” His thrusts continued to get faster, feeling the car start to move with their movements. “Wanna get a picture of you to bring with me to France…Think of you while I touch myself.” Groaning at Gerard’s lewdness, “Gonna miss you so much, you have to get me one too.” Laughing softly at your own desperation for a man you just met.

Sliding a hand in between you, circling your own clit to catch up to Gerard, who was holding on for dear life above you. Mouth hung open and panting, strings of dark hair fell in front of his face. After a few desperate thrusts, Gerard finished inside you, whimpering into your neck. Grinding into your palm a few more times before finishing along with Gerard. Holding them close, softly saying, “I wanna get to know you better..” He smiled at you tiredly and muttered something in conformation, nuzzling deeper into your chest.

The rest of the night was amazing, you both stayed up there and watched the sunset. Talking and joking until he checked his watch. Eyes going wide as he scrambled to put on his jacket, “I gotta go sugar, I’ll drop you off back home but I need to be at the base in 10 minutes.” Scrambling to your feet, you hopped in the passengers seat of his car. Directing them to your house, you wrote down your address and said, “Write me, Or just stop by.” Pressing a kiss into his cheek, you shut the car door and watched them speed off.

The next time you saw Gerard was the day before he was set to leave. Making sure to exchange photographs before you made love again. Riding them on your childhood bedroom, mumbling about how he was gonna marry you when he got back on leave. Making sure to clutch and kiss every inch of your skin, committing it all to memory. After you both finished and caught your breath, he fetched his sketchbook from this jacket pocket. “Can I draw you?” Nodding, “How do you want me to pose?” Gerard’s eyes narrowed, gears almost visibly turning inside his head. You kind of did it on your own, sitting up and opening your legs for him. They visibly gulped, immediately putting pen to paper.

Watching them intently study you only turned you on, also knowing their alternative motive encouraged your lust. A naked portrait of you to use as their own personal pornography. Smiling, “I bet you’re gonna get some good use outta this!” Gerard blushed, knowing he’d been caught, “I-I’m sorry sugar, I can stop if you want-“ Cutting them off, “Don’t worry about it, I think it’s rather attractive.” Smiling softly, Gerard continued to work, humming to himself while drawing.

You woke up with the sun shining through the tour bus windows. Time didn't matter once tours were over. You could sleep as long as you wanted now. No more quick costume changes, or rushing to stage, or caking on pounds of make up every night. You were finally home-

"Fuck!"

Frank's voice sounded from outside the bus. His hands slammed against the side of it, obviously upset by something.

It was only then that you smelled the sick scent of smoke.

You stumbled off the couch. Jeez, you didn't even make it to your bunk… What the hell were you doing last night? Oh well, didn't matter now. Rubbing the tired out of your eyes, you stretched, or at least stretched as much as you could in the confined space of the bus. In the middle of your makeshift "exercise", a sharp pain coursed through the side of your abdomen. You lifted up your shirt, finding a bruise above your hip. You looked back down to the couch. Looks like you slept on your drumsticks. Again. Tour burnout really makes you sleep anywhere.

Looking around, you realized the bus was empty. You guessed everyone was outside with Frank. It was nice of them to let you sleep. Or maybe they tried to wake you up, but you were somewhat dead. Not putting any effort into yourself to look at least somewhat presentable, you hobbled out of the bus to see what was going on, still wearing your clothes from last night and what was left over from yesterday's makeup.

Gerard was on the phone. So was Mikey. Ray hovered over the bus' smoldering engine. Frank paced around, mumbling curses under his breath. You didn't want to interrupt what Gerard or Mikey were doing, and you were afraid Frank would bite the next person who talked to him, so you decided to ask Ray what was going on, though you could probably guess already.

"Did she break down?" you asked disappointedly, your voice still hoarse from just waking up.

Ray sighed, fanning the air in front of him. "Yeah. I don't think we have the tools to fix her either…" He gave up on trying to assess the problem, growing weary of how much smog he was inhaling. Ray walked away from the bus, but left the engine cover opened, for fear that closing it would make it worse. You followed him.

"I'm assuming Gee and Mikey are trying to call a towing company then," you added. Ray nodded, confirming your assumptions. He glanced at Frank, who seemed somewhat calmer than earlier.

"We're just… trying to stay calm." He was still looking at Frank. It sounded like he only said that to convince himself to not give into panic like Frank had.

You sighed, rubbing your face. With your head still in your hands, you spoke, "Ugh… I just wanted to go home…"

Ray sympathized with your complaints, "Yeah, me too. I feel like shit."

Tours were always complicated. You loved them, and you were so incredibly grateful for the opportunity to have them, but they were also extremely time-consuming. Nobody had any time for themselves, which made it hard for everyone to properly care for themself. After living in the vehicle for months now, you were immune to it, but any outsider who stepped foot in that bus surely would've fainted from the smell. Even the smoke being emitted from the busted engine smelled better than the interior of that bus.

Mikey walked over to you and Ray, hanging up his call with an annoyed expression. Ray looked over to him. "So?" he asked expectantly.

With a sigh, Mikey shook his head. "They all have boyfriends now," he explained. "'Sorry, Mikes, but my place just can't hold that many people…' or whatever." He rolled his eyes to that. Ray let out a disappointed groan. "Seriously? All of them?" he asked again. Mikey nodded, as if annoyed by having to repeat himself, "Look man, I don't know what their problem is."

You assumed there was more context to this discussion that was given earlier when you were still asleep, but you could kind of infer what the situation was based on context clues. Ray gave Mikey an exasperated expression. "Yeah, man, I mean, it's not like you one-night-stand'd them last time we were in this town," he grumbled.

Mikey had an offended look on his face, "Hey that's not my-"

"Mikey, we were in this town for less than a week!" Ray cut him off.

"Okay well-"

"Five days! And you slept with seven girls! Seven!"

"Bold of you to assume they were all women…" Mikey muttered with a scoff.

Ray inhaled to say something else, but quickly facepalmed instead. "Oh my fucking God I'm so done with you…"

You were growing weary of this conversation. "I'm uh…" you started, both men looked up with a surprised expression, as if they had forgotten you were there. "I'm gonna check in with Fr-" you glanced at Frank, who was still angrily kicking dust at the side of the road, "…Gerard," you corrected yourself. Ray and Mikey shrugged you off, continuing their bickering as you walked away, their shallow arguments fading away in the distance.

Gerard was seemingly lost in thought; you assumed he was listening carefully to whoever he was speaking to on the phone. Not wanting to disturb his concentration, you tapped him on the shoulder, giving him a small smile and wave when he finally looked in your direction. He held his phone face down to his shoulder.

"Oh, hey, Y/n," he said, returning your smile. He gestured towards his phone, "I'm on hold."

You nodded. "Are you trying to find a place to stay like Mikey?"

He shook his head, "Nah, I'm with the towing company right now." He lifted up his phone, checking to make sure he was still on hold. Unfortunately, he was. His eyes flicked over to Frank, who had calmed down to just sulking with his back towards the bus. Gerard sighed, seemingly annoyed by Frank's pettiness (though everyone was used to it by now). "Frank!" he called out to him, "Go smoke a cigarette or something."

Frank crossed his arms. Gerard sighed, turning towards you. "The fuck's his problem?" You shrugged, not having an answer to Gerard's question. Though, you supposed Frank was having this peculiar tantrum because the tour was over, and he couldn't let his emotions out by being horny on stage; he didn’t even have a bus to jerk off on now.

"I'll check in with him," you said begrudgingly.

Gerard looked relieved, so grateful to not be the one to first speak with Frank. "You're brave, Y/n."

Hesitantly, you made your way to Frank. "Heyyy, Frankieee," you started, drawing out your syllables in an attempt to make yourself appear less… threatening? You weren't sure what you were going for, but you felt like if you had the wrong tone, Frank would personally rip your guts out.

"Hey, Y/n," Frank matched your tone, though seemingly more exasperated.

Well, at least he was talking to you. That's a good sign, right? "So… how are you holding up?"

Frank sighed, tilting his head back as he rubbed his face with his hands. "I'm so hungover…" he groaned through his fingers. "Fuck, man, I just wanna be at home." He exhaled, plopping his arms to his sides and standing (somewhat) straight as he turned to you, "Or at least be lying in a bed."

Frank's words caused your brain to make some sort of neural connection, because suddenly, you had an idea, "Oh my god, you're so right, Frankie!"

He looked at you, his brows furrowed as his face scrunched into a confused expression, "Huh? What's that look on your face for…?"

"Well, Mikey's… uh… hookups aren't willing to let us stay over, and the sun's almost down," you said, glancing up at the sky, "so why don't we just book a hotel?"

Frank blinked, momentarily silent. "Why didn't any of us think of that?"

-

You announced your plan to the rest of the group. Everyone seemed somewhat ashamed that they hadn't thought of such an obvious idea sooner, shamefully scuffling around in the dirt.

“Why didn’t any of us think of that?” Ray asked rhetorically, impressed by your quick strategizing but also disappointed in his own abilities.

“I mean,” Mikey started, trying to reason out his and the rest of the guys’ daftness, “we’d only been out here for ten minutes or so…”

You gave an exasperated expression at that. “You guys are so overdramatic…” you said, facepalming. “The way you were all acting, I thought it had been hours!”

Frank shrugged, avoiding your gaze shamefully, knowing he was most at fault for the group freak-out. “...It was more like twenty minutes, I think,” he mumbled. You heard him, but also didn’t care enough to respond.

Well, at least somebody came up with an idea. It was better to have it later rather than never (though it really wasn’t much later, you thought, since it hadn’t even been half an hour out here). It took a few calls to finally book a place, which you weren't too upset about, considering the fact that the towing company was still on its way. (Thankfully, they had put Gerard off hold, and someone was heading over to pick up the bus.) All that was left to do was actually get to the hotel. Dialing 411, you were able to find information on the local taxi company in the area. You ordered a driver, using your surroundings and Mikey's phone's GPS to describe your location. (Mikey had the newest phone out of everyone, which wasn’t too surprising, considering the fact that whenever he had a sliver of downtime, he’d immediately resort to going on his phone.)

Nobody got anything out of the bus before it was towed, partially because everyone was too tired to remember to collect their belongings, and partially because nobody had the motivation to pack anything up. Whatever you guys had on yourselves at the moment was all you were bringing to the hotel. The towing company got to you guys just minutes before the cab, and you all bid farewell to your bus. As busted and shit-smelling as it was, you all hoped it would survive for at least another tour. Maybe it was stupid to get emotionally attached to a vehicle, but you couldn't help it.

The taxi finally pulled up to the side of the road, its chipped yellow paint job a sight for sore eyes. Opening the doors, you all collectively realized there was a slight problem: there weren't enough seats. Everyone turned to you.

"You didn't think to call a van or something?" Gerard asked, slightly annoyed.

You grumbled. You didn't appreciate that everyone was so quick to turn on you after you had basically just saved the day. You bent down, leaning into the cab to speak to the driver.

"Hey, I'm sorry, man, I'll just get a different car or something." You gave him an apologetic smile.

He shrugged, "Suit yourself kid." Wow, you were impressed by how easily that got taken care of. "But I'm still charging you for having me drive all the way out here." Welp. Nevermind then.

Your mouth hung agape, ready to fire curses at this guy, but you took a deep breath and stood up, facing the rest of the band. "Guys, come on," you begged, "let's just make this work."

If anyone still had energy left, this would've turned into an argument, but everyone was eager to just end the day and get somewhere to sleep.

"Alright, fine," Ray obliged with a sigh.

"How are we gonna fit though?" Frank asked.

You thought for a moment. "Well," you started, measuring the size of your bandmates in your head, "I suppose Ray can take shotgun, since he's tallest."

Ray pumped his fist, quietly celebrating while the rest of the band groaned in envy.

"Frank can be in the middle," you continued. Frank was about to start bickering with you, but you shot him a “shut-your-mouth-because-I-will-kill-you” glare. "Gerard and Mikey, you guys can be on either side of him."

Everyone started thinking about this seating arrangement, and Mikey was the first to state the obvious.

"What about you?"

Before answering him, you leaned into the cab again. "How law-abiding do your passengers have to be?" You asked the driver.

He laughed. Hey, at least he had a sense of humor. "As long as you pay me, I couldn't give a rat's ass what you guys do."

You thanked him, then faced the rest of the band again.

"I'll just sit on top of someone."

You said it like it was the most obvious thing ever. Everyone had their own shocked reaction; Ray's eyebrows raised, Frank's jaw fell, Gerard let out an amused huff of disbelief, and Mikey's face scrunched into an expression of doubt.

"Seriously?" Ray asked.

You nodded, confused as to why everyone was so taken aback by your solution. "Yeah." You looked around at everyone's faces again. "What's so wrong about that?"

Everyone blinked, exchanging glances with each other before awkwardly scuffling around and avoiding eye contact. Thankfully, the cab driver butted in, "So are y'all gonna get in or not?"

Everybody quickly snapped out of their trance, afraid that he'd charge them more if you guys waited around any longer. You stepped aside, letting everyone get in before yourself. Ray slipped into the front seat, relieved that his tall stature entitled him to such a privilege. However, he didn't dare lean his chair back, because he was sure the rest of the band would start a riot if he did. Mikey crawled in next, claiming the seat directly behind the driver. Frank got in after him, begrudgingly squeezing himself into the middle. Gerard took the last real seat, placing himself behind Ray. Once everyone had buckled their seatbelts (which took a surprisingly long time…), you finally got into the cab. Not wanting to exert more effort than necessary, you sat on the person closest to you, which ended up being Gerard. Positioning yourself on him, you heard him suck in a sharp breath behind you. You could've sworn you heard Mikey cuss under his breath. It almost sounded like… jealousy? No, you're just tired; you're probably imagining things.

You closed the door, turning your head over your shoulder, trying to look at Gerard as best as possible. "Sorry, does it hurt?" you asked him. He seemed to be in a trance. He blinked, stumbling on his words before answering you, "What? Oh- uh… No, not at all." You heard Ray snicker in front of you. You wondered what that was about. You glanced over to Frank to see his reaction and- Well, he was definitely not hungover anymore. Only a sober man could make that sort of expression. Deciding to not dwell on your… awkward predicament any longer, you cleared your throat, addressing the cab driver. "Um, we're all set!" you called from the backseat.

Suddenly, everyone’s fatigue had magically dissipated, and you could feel all the attention on you, whether your bandmates were looking directly at you and Gerard or not. Ray rested his elbow on the car door, leaning his face against the palm of his hand. From a quick glance, it seemed as though he was just being extremely attentive to his surroundings outside the cab. Though upon further inspection, you noticed his eyes shifting between the blur of the world and the sideview mirror, obviously trying to steal a few looks at you atop Gerard’s lap. Mikey held the same guise as Ray, seemingly staring out the window. However, he was more discreet than Ray, using the reflection of the glass to get a mirror view of you. Frank was the most obvious out of the bunch. It was hard to ignore his constant side-eyes along with his flushed face and pursed lips. You never took him for a cuck, but as the drive went on, the role seemed increasingly more fitting for him.

The hotel was only about 15 minutes away from where you guys were, but it seemed like hours to you. You tried not to move too much, because even just breathing seemed to make Gerard get all antsy. There was one moment you tried to adjust yourself to better see out the window, and you heard Gerard let out a strained gasp behind you. After that, you didn't dare move a muscle. You also tried to ignore the hardening lump poking at you through your jeans.

-

Finally, you all made it to the hotel. You paid the driver, plus a 20% tip just for putting up with all your bullshit. Plus, you always tipped more when whoever was serving you didn't recognize you, or the rest of the band. It felt nice to be treated like a regular person. Trudging towards the front desk, you checked in. The receptionist informed you that your room was ready, and handed you a room key. You thanked her, and made your way into the elevator (that creaked the entire ride up), down the hallway (adorned with peeling wallpaper and stained carpet), and to your guys' room (which was surprisingly nice, you had to admit).

The room was pretty solid for a three-star hotel. It had two beds, a desk in the corner with a chair, and a bathroom. Mikey collapsed onto the bed. "Oh my God, I've missed this…" he sighed contently into the sheets. Frank practically sprinted into the bathroom. "I gotta take a leak!" He didn't even bother closing the door behind him.

You addressed the remainder of the band. "Ugh, I can't wait to shower," you stated. Ray looked at you with a puzzled face. "Woah, woah, woah… You? We all wanna bathe ourselves," he butted in. Gerard nodded, agreeing with him. You rolled your eyes. "Whatever, I don't wanna fight right now." You walked towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna wash my face," you called to Gerard and Ray, not even bothering to turn towards them.

Frank was still pissing. God, he really did have a lot to drink last night. He barely even looked up when you came in. Whatever. Everyone in the band was used to sharing a dressing room anyway. You leaned into the sink, which was right next to the toilet. You finally got a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Yeesh. This is what you've been looking like this whole day? Frank could sense your embarrassment. He spoke up, "Don't stress it, Y/n. You pull off the ‘I'm-so-fucking-done-with-this-shit’ look." You weren't entirely sure if that was a compliment. Perhaps it meant to be. You supposed it was the thought that counts. "Thanks, Frankie," you responded, though it came out more doubtful than you intended.

As Frank flushed, you turned on the faucet, splashing your face with cold water. The room suddenly felt more crowded. Wiping the water from your eyes, you turned around to find Ray, who was stripping next to the shower. "The fuck are you doing?" you asked him, stepping aside to allow Frank to wash his hands in the sink. Ray looked at you as if his intentions were obvious. "Uh, remember? Everyone's tryna shower."

You blinked, dumbfounded. "The Hell? I already called dibs!" You crossed your arms, leaning against the counter. The sink squeaked behind you as Frank turned it off. Ray was slipping his pants off now, and you were desperately trying not to let your gaze wander. "Sharing is caring!" was his argument to you.

Your jaw dropped, the connotations of his words hitting you. You let out a scoff of disbelief, "No way! Anyone that tries to side with you on this is batshi-"

"Oh hell yeah! I'm all for saving water!" And suddenly Frank was undoing his own clothes as well. No. Fucking. Way. This had to be a fever dream.

"The fuck do you think you're doing now?" you asked Frank, completely astounded by this insane behavior.

Now in only his boxers, Ray brushed your complaints off. "Hey, we never said you couldn't join," he said as if it was the most casual thing ever. “Besides, you seemed so cozy with us earlier in the cab…” he added, muttering under his breath. He reached into the shower to turn the water on, waiting for it to heat up.

You were even more shocked now. "Why would I-"

"Oh come on, we change around each other all the time. How's this different?" Frank, too, was also in his underwe- Nope. Nevermind. He practically yanked those off as well. You stared at the ceiling. It was the ugliest ceiling you'd ever seen, but you acted as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"You guys are insane."

"And you're making it weird."

Ray agreed with Frank, "Yeah, it'll save us time anyway."

You wondered where the brothers were, hoping they still had a speck of sanity and could save you from this predicament. "Gee! Get your guitarists under control!" you pleaded, calling out to your frontman. Mikey stepped in instead, staring at his phone.

"He's already sleeping. I wouldn't wake hi- What the hell…?" He looked up from his phone, watching as a nude Frank got into the shower with Ray, the curtain wide open.

You gestured towards them, an exasperated look on your face. "See their bullshit?!" You had assumed Mikey would side with you. Mikey looked between you and the two, blinking dumbfoundedly.

"Saves water!" Frank called from the shower, an astonishingly stupid grin on his face.

"And time!" Ray added on, carrying an equally goofy expression.

Mikey sighed. He put his phone in the back pocket of his suffocatingly tight jeans. "Oh fuck it. I'm too tired to argue."

Just when you thought you couldn't be more shocked, Mikey had to drop the ball and fall for Ray and Frank's shitty persuasion. You watched as he stripped too, pulling his belt off and sliding out of his t-shirt. You let your head fall into your hands. "Oh my God you guys are fucking insane…" you grumbled into your palms.

"Oh come on, Y/n. Stop shielding your eyes. We don't mind if you see our dicks!" Frank teased you over the sound of the gushing water.

"Shut up, Iero!" you snapped back, looking at him just to better punctuate your words. Unfortunately, you couldn't help but let your eyes travel downwards…

The room exploded. Frank’s smile widened (though you didn’t think it was physically capable of getting any larger than it was…). Leaving his glasses on a nearby counter top, Mikey had gotten into the shower by now too. Everyone's clothes, besides yours, were scrambled on the floor. Frank pointed at you. "Too late! You gotta get in now!" he jeered.

Mikey raised an eyebrow, "Come on, Y/n. I'm already in. You're just missing out at this point."

You wanted to argue, or fight back, or something, but honestly, it was too late in the day by now. You had to succumb to the bullshit eventually. You huffed, annoyed. "Just for the record, you guys," you let your eyes flick downwards, then back up to their faces, "aren't even impressive."

The men all cheered as you finally started stripping. Soon enough, you joined them in the cramped shower. Ray drew the curtain as you came in. "It's still a bit cold," he warned as you stepped into the tub. The cool water hit your skin, making you flinch away.

You stepped away from the showerhead, your back hitting Mikey's chest. You felt something graze against your leg. His hands wrapped around your shoulders, stabilizing you.

"Careful, Y/n. Hey, we could warm you up, y'know…" he said with a look on his face. The rest of the guys giggled. You ignored them, dismissively rolling your eyes.

"How's this gonna work anyway?" you asked. Mikey's hands were still resting on the sides of your arms. "There's only one thing of soap, and half of us can't even reach it." You gestured towards the soap bottle, which resided on a shelf in the tile wall below the shower head.

Ray was directly under the stream, his curls absorbing the chilly water. Frank was next to him, seemingly unfazed by the undesirable temperature.

"Simple," Frank began to answer, "We'll just do this-" Frank collected water in his palm, pumping soap into it next. He rubbed his hands together, creating a mixture of the solutions before beginning to lather you with it. His touch stayed above your chest, focusing on your collarbones and shoulders.

You gasped at his touch, taken aback by his boldness and the coldness of his hands due to the water. "Frank what are you-" you started, but Ray interrupted you.

"Oh relax. Let us take care of you," he spoke as he began washing himself as well. This wasn't weird at all. Totally not.

You wanted to fuss, but you couldn't deny your enjoyment of the situation. "God, you guys are such dickwads…" Your bandmates had known you long enough by now to know that that was your version of consent. A satisfied smile crept onto all of their lips. Oh well, it’s not like you could ignore the growing heat between your legs any longer…

"Took you long enough," Mikey muttered behind you as he bent his head down to start licking and kissing your neck, not caring if the soap suds mixed with his tongue. You craned your head, allowing him more access to your sensitive flesh.

"Look, Y/n," Frank spoke again, switching with Ray so that he could get under the water, "we're all tired and horny." Rinsing off the remainder of soap on his legs, Ray finally allowed Frank full jurisdiction of the water.

Ray pumped more soap into his hands. "We promise it's just this once," he said, innocently smiling at you as if you all weren't showering together. You continued your unbothered act, despite the undeniable need pulsing through your core.

"Whatever, I can feel Mikey's boner behind me anyway," you tried to shift the attention towards someone else.

Mikey momentarily paused the suckling on your neck to respond, "Don't make me use it on you." He said it like a threat, but you hoped it was a promise.

Ray's large hands spread the soap over your body. He let his hands roam lower than Frank's had. He cupped your breasts, covering them with suds as his fingers gently plucked and twisted your nipples. Mikey dragged his hands to your waist, his previously gentle licks evolving into small bites and kisses deep enough to leave hickeys. Frank watched, leaving his back to the water, completely entranced by the scene before him. He fondled his stiffened dick, watching as the guys aroused you even further.

Mikey's boner was becoming increasingly hard to ignore, as it continued to stab into you from behind. You felt one of his hands leave your side, assumingly reaching for his dick instead. "Y/n, I'm sorry, I need to-"

"Go ahead," you responded, your voice already breathy, "I really couldn't give less of a shit anymore, Mikes." You felt him chuckle, his amused breath hitting the side of your neck.

He placed his dick in between your legs. He rocked his hips, using your thighs to get himself off. The friction of his length felt fantastic around your swollen clit, and you couldn't help but let out a soft mewl at the feeling.

"Ray, get the fuck out," Frank impatiently commanded, wanting his turn in the action as well.

"Iero, you bitch," Ray whined, though he let Frank push him aside. Leaning against the tiled wall, Ray took this opportunity to wrap his fist around himself, slowly pumping himself up and down as he bit his lip to contain his excited moans.

Once in front of you, Frank immediately leaned down to suck on your hardened nipples, not caring that they were covered with soap. He was used to the taste anyway, with how much he was forced to "clean" his mouth back in Catholic school. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling, not caring about what sounds you emitted at this point.

Mikey's thrusting was getting quicker, and you could tell he was getting increasingly desperate by the second. His hands were digging into your sides, nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in your plush skin. "Oh God, I'm gonna-" Mikey's words were cut short by his orgasm. His forehead rested on your shoulder as he moaned into your shoulder blade.

Frank's mouth detached from your breast with a pop. "Mikey, wait-" he started, but his efforts were in vain. Due to his unfortunate placement of being in front of both you and Mikey, Mikey's cum ended up landing on the base of Frank's cock. Frank sighed, somewhat annoyed, but not too bothered. "Oh come, on."

"I did," Mikey joked, a dorky smile across his face.

Frank rolled his eyes, unamused.

Both you and Ray laughed at the situation. "We know you liked it, Frank," Ray chided. Frank's face continued to hold a humorless expression.

"Oh, cheer up, Frankie," you said, sliding Mikey's softening dick out from your thighs. "I'll clean it up for you."

With that, you began slowly sinking to your knees, eventually settling yourself in front of Frank. Ray and Mikey's eyes lit up, and with Mikey being recently spent, Ray took this opportunity to allow himself to join in on the fun.

Ray traded spots with Mikey, forcing him under the water instead. A slight scent of fire polluted the air as the stream made contact with Mikey's straightened, dead hair. Still recovering while on his cooldown, Mikey spent this time actually showering. The simple feeling of finally being clean after spending months on the road was almost enough to give him a second orgasm. He could feel his dick becoming half-hardened from just watching you and Frank anyway.

You gripped the base of Frank's cock, who instantly whimpered at the contact. He had been waiting so long for his turn, he was folding immediately. Mikey and Ray snickered at the pathetic sound. You found it amusing too, though it was a bit hard to laugh along when you were already sliding your tongue up and down his length. "Oh come on, guys! It's not-" Frank's complaints about his bandmates were cut short once he realized what you were doing to him. "Oh my God, Y/n… If you weren't in the band you would've made a great groupie…" Frank mumbled, already lost in ecstasy. His hand found its way to the back of your head, his fingers tangling with your hair. You removed your mouth from him, though not before giving a light nibble as a threat, which earned a squeal of pain and pleasure from Frank. "Watch it, Iero," you said in reference to his crude statement. You spat on his cock to punctuate your words, to which he let out a moan.

"Hey, Frank finally has a point for once," Ray chimed in. Thanks to his position behind you, he was trailing his fingers along your spine, eventually resting his palms on your ass. He groped your plush skin, fondling and massaging it ever so gently, as if manhandling you too roughly would scare you away, as if you weren't already arching your back for your best friends and even sucking one of them off, as if you couldn't feel Ray's gaze on you and his desire to go further than just groping. Well, his politeness was nice, at least.

Just as you set a pace on Frank, your head bobbing up and down his tip while your fist twisted around his base, Ray decided to ask you something, "Y/n, do you mind if I-" Not bothering stop your efforts on Frank, you nodded your head and let out a muffled "Mhm" in response, giving Ray your consent. The noise sent vibrations up and down Frank's dick, and he pushed your head down on him further. "Ah, fuck… I-I'm sorry, Y/n, I didn't mean to-"

With a wet slurp, Frank's shaft left your lips. "Oh please, Frank. I'm not new to this." Adjusting yourself in the tub, you gripped Frank's hips as you slowly swallowed his full length, your nose against his pelvis as you looked up at him, wet lashes fluttering with each teary-eyed blink. Frank's head was thrown back from the feeling. You kind of wished that he would look down to see the expression you were giving him, but you also knew that if he was looking, he probably would've cum on the spot. At the same time, Ray's demeanor had completely shifted. You felt a hard slap as Ray's palm landed against your ass. You moned into Frank's dick. Barely a second later, he was a whining mess.

"Ass up, sweetheart." You really didn't know what you were getting yourself into with Ray, but the total contrast to his usual caring, kind-hearted personality made you undeniably wet. You did as he said, back arching as you pointed your lower end into the air. Your legs spread as your knees rested against either side of the tub, perfectly exposing your slick, puffy folds to him.

There was a moment of hesitation, presumably as Ray admired the sight before him. You longed for some contact, for something to properly pleasure you after all the teasing you’ve endured. Fortunately (but also unfortunately) for you, your wish came true quick. Your eyes widened as Ray's cock split your pussy open. You almost bit Frank's dick at the feeling, but you mustered all your strength not to. With your muffled cry of shock, Ray could clearly tell you weren't used to his size. You figured that Ray would be bigger than average, given his tall stature and broad frame, but you hadn't fathomed how big he truly was.

"Sorry, Y/n, I know it hurts," there was the thoughtful Ray you were used to.

"But you'll get used to it," and there was the horny Ray you currently had.

Ray and Frank fucked into you at an opposite pace, causing you to rock back and forth parallel to the length of the tub. You were impressed by how synchronized their thrusts were, but you somewhat expected it due to them being professional musicians. Still, being the drummer, you were used to being the one to have to maintain the tempo. So it was nice that the rest of your bandmates were doing it for one, even if the situation was unconventional, to say the least.

Mikey was preoccupied with actually bathing himself. Besides, he couldn't get a good view of you behind Frank, who was facing away from him, and you were the main attraction as of right now. Still, Mikey didn't want to be completely left out of the activities, so he attempted to be optimistic for once in his life. Pondering about it further, he decided that Frank didn't have such a bad ass after all…

"Oh my God, Mikey, are you getting off to Frank?" Ray asked, his words coming out between strained huffs of desperation. Even that made you refocus from gagging on Frank's cock and getting your back blown out by Ray. It was a bit hard to see around Frank's body, but you caught a glimpse of Mikey's hand wrapped around his own dick, his fist clutching it tightly as he worked himself up and down. Frank paused his mouth-fucking of you momentarily to turn back to Mikey, but Ray didn't stop his efforts. If anything, you could've sworn he was going deeper and harder now. Was he seriously getting more turned on by a guy jerking himself off to another dude? Oh well, whatever floats his boat.

"Mikey, I swear to God if you cum on me again…!" Frank scolded Mikey from over his shoulder. A part of you believed that Frank was actually close to cumming, due to his wavering voice, and him discontinuing his thrusts into your throat was his way of not only focusing on reprimanding Mikey, but also edging himself so that he may last longer.

Mikey continued to stroke himself, his eyes half-lidded as his head was tilted back, resting on the tile wall behind him. "Fuck you, Iero…" he panted out, stifling a moan as he bit his lip. "Either stop me yourself, or just take it again." Mikey was obviously overstimulated from touching himself so shortly after his last orgasm, as evident by his whimpers and choked back groans.

Frank rolled his eyes. "By the looks of it, it seems like you're gonna fuck me." Despite his remarks, Frank was too worn to fight against Mikey, who was repeatedly muttering "So close" under his breath. Frank looked down at you, his face already flushed. You looked up at him, brows furrowed and teary-eyed as Ray continuously hit your g-spot. You were beginning to see stars, and your nails dug even harder into Frank's sides just so you could have something to ground you as Ray fucked into your tight cunt mercilessly. You felt Frank's dick twitch against your tongue, an involuntary physiological reaction to him seeing your disheveled state.

"Holy shit, Y/n…" Frank admired. You couldn't respond if you wanted to. Frank fastened both of his hands behind your head, his fingers digging into your scalp. As he guided your head up and down his shaft, he thrusted in and out of your mouth at the same time, making sure he was making the most out of your face, practically turning it into his own fleshlight.

Tears fell from your face from the pain of gagging on Frank mixed with the pleasure of Ray stretching you out. Everyone's sounds filled the hotel bathroom, creating a cacophony of pleasure, a song of ecstasy. You came first; from there, it was a domino effect. Your scream of a moan was muffled by Frank shoving his dick deep into your mouth. The vibrations from the sound pushed him over the edge, causing him to whine and release his load down your throat. The warm, thick liquid coated your tongue, eventually pooling out of your mouth and dripping from your lips to the bathtub floor, mixed with your saliva.

Watching Frank cum was enough to make Mikey reach his own orgasm as well. The feeling of Mikey's ejaculation and the, now lukewarm, sprinkle of shower water on Frank's back sent shivers down his spine. Mikey let out a moan, followed by quick gasps of air. Coming down from his high, he slumped against the shower wall. Without him obstructing the stream, the shower water came down on Frank, who let out a relieved sigh as it hit his skin, grateful that he could finally treat himself to a proper shower now that the tour was over. (And a good blowjob as an added bonus.)

Ray's thrusts were beginning to get sloppy, a signal that he was nearing his own release. Even with his unrhythmic motions, his sheer size was enough to pleasure you anyway, whisking you into a realm of overstimulation. Though he was enjoying the vibrations of your moans on his softening cock, the simple pleasure of a nice, warm shower was calling to Frank. In contrast to before, he gently held your head and slowly pulled out of your mouth. You had swallowed the majority of his cum, but the rest dribbled from your chin to the floor and down into the shower drain. Without Frank's dick to muffle you, your noises filled the bathroom. A look of slight regret that he had cum so soon spread across Frank's face, as your needy whines were particularly enjoyable to him. Still, he was physically forced to go on cooldown, at least for now.

"Move over, Mikey," Frank tiredly demanded, still catching his breath after coming down from his high as he lightly pushed Mikey out of the way. All the while, you and Ray were still going at it in the background. Ray seemed to like the way you sounded as well, as a steady rhythm found its way back into his thrusts.

"All yours, Frankie. I'm done anyway," Mikey said, finally regaining some semblance after his previous arousal-induced desperation. With that, Mikey turned over the shower to Frank, opening the curtain to step out and wrap a towel around himself. He grabbed his glasses off the counter, then turned to look at the remainder of you still in the tub.

"Holy shit, Y/n, you should've been a porn star instead…" Mikey murmured, eyeing you up and down (though with your position, it was more like right to left) as you continued to get railed by Ray. His eyes shifted to Frank, at which he raised his brows. "You're not too bad yourself, Frank."

Frank was taken aback by the statement, causing him to pause in the midst of shampooing his hair. "The fuck does- What are you looking at right now?"

Frank had a dumbfounded expression plastered across his face, and a light blush was beginning to coat his cheeks. Mikey only shrugged in response. "I better get Gerard in here before Ray stops," he said, dodging Frank's question."He'd kill me if he ever missed out on this shit," he mumbled to himself as he sauntered out of the room to call over his brother.

Gerard stumbled in only a few moments later, still groggy from being so haphazardly woken up. "God, Mikey, what the hell was the matter… And go put on something besides that tow- Holy fuck." Then suddenly he wasn't tired anymore. Gerard's jaw dropped at the sight in front of him. Before you could even look at Gerard's reaction yourself, you felt your orgasm crashing down on you.

"Holy fuck… Ray, I'm gonna-" you mumbled out, though your words were cut short as you cried out a moan in reaction to your ecstasy.

"Me too, Y/n…" Ray huffed out between labored pants.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him pushed Ray over the edge. Still caring about your own health, Ray whipped his hips to give you one final thrust before sharply pulling out, splattering all over your back with a whimper, leaving you with an aching feeling of emptiness without his fat dick inside of you. Without Ray plugging you up anymore, you felt a liquid draining from between your legs. In the humid shower, you couldn't tell if it was water or your own fluid of ecstasy. Based on your distance from the actual stream, you assumed it was the latter.

The sight of you and Ray cumming together was enough to arouse Gerard. Immediately, he began stripping himself, eager to join the three of you in the tub. Mikey was off to the side, leaning against a wall with his gaze fixed to his phone as he used his GPS to look up nearby restaurants or takeout options. "Hey are you guys hungr-" Mikey started, though his speech was interrupted as he looked up to see his brother, removing himself from the constraints of fabric. Within a matter of milliseconds, Mikey averted his gaze, even going so far as to take off his glasses.

"Y'know what, I'll just- I'm going out," he said blindly collecting scattered clothes from the bathroom floor. He didn't care if they were his or not, he just needed something to wear in the outside world. Copying your strategy from earlier, Mikey’s eyes became fixed on the ceiling. He quickly evacuated the bathroom, though not before stumbling into the doorframe.

The rest of the guys seemed to have no shame being fully nude in front of Gerard. You assumed they have before. After all, back in the early days of the band they'd have separate dressing rooms from you since you weren't fully comfortable with them yet. Still, they seemed a bit too nonchalant about the whole situation. You weren't exactly surprised though. After all, you had suspected some sort of secret romance between Gerard and-

Before you could finish that thought, the sensation of Gerard's tongue licking up Ray's mess on your skin flooded your senses. You called out his name in a surprised yelp; you didn't even have time to feel embarrassed about your frontman seeing you nude and fucked.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," Gerard panted out, still continuing his efforts despite his apologies, "I couldn't help myself."

It was all a blur as the men rearranged themselves around you. Water splattered everywhere from the messy restaging, now actually hot from how long the showerhead had been on. This time, Ray took his turn under the shower. Frank had somehow ended up behind you, with you laying back on his chest. In front of you, Gerard was positioned between your legs. The small, cramped space of the shower forced you all to somewhat uncomfortably contort to fit everyone in the tub. Because of this, Gerard wasted no time hooking your knees over his shoulders. Gerard's fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, making sure your legs stayed securely atop his frame. Frank's arms wrapped around you, partially for the purpose of holding you in position, and partially so that he could fondle and touch the delicate skin of your torso.

Despite the awkward pose you were in, any thoughts on your stiffness or pain was immediately redirected to the pure pleasure you felt as Gerard slowly dragged his tongue from your entrance to your clit. Any complaints about your position were immediately replaced by a low moan falling from your lips. Frank whispered in your ear, "You sound so sweet, baby…"

Normally, your bandmates wouldn't call you anything besides your name, or some bitchy insult, but the circumstances were different today… Tonight? Fuck, you didn't even know what time it was. It didn't matter anyway, all that mattered was Frank's touch, his calloused hands from years of guitar playing kneading at your breasts, and Gerard's flat tongue drawing circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

All the while, Ray was enjoying his shower. The view of Gerard's face buried nose-deep in your cunt mixed with the sight of Ray's soapy body would've put even the hottest of porno films to shame. Not to mention the physical pleasure you were receiving from the two men on you. It was hard to enjoy the scene in front of you when your eyes kept rolling back as Frank kneaded your hardened nipples between his inked fingers and Gerard continued to flick his tongue around your swollen core. As if these sensations weren't enough, you felt Gerard slip two fingers in, not wanting to waste time by only using one. He was determined to make you an overstimulated mess. Your tears of pleasure mixed with droplets of shower water as Gerard curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet, fleshy spot that made your mind go numb.

Ray was beginning to wrap up his shower. He looked down, finally focusing on what was happening to you, though his eyes seemed to linger on Gerard. "Y'know, Gee," he started, "you just came in, so you haven't really washed yourself yet."

Gerard mumbled a small hum against your pussy as a form of response, signaling that he was acknowledging Ray's words despite his back being turned to him at the moment. The vibration of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to begin grinding your hips into his face. Your hands groped around the slippery tile, fingers grasping for something to claw on to no avail.

In the midst of your own heat, Ray had sunk to the floor of the tub, positioned behind Gerard as he continued his statement from before.

"Here, let me help you out."

Ray's large hands ran up and down Gerard's back, scrubbing it intimately. For now, he left his head untouched so that Gerard could continue focusing on diligently eating you out. You couldn't see it from your angle (and especially not with your head thrown back from pleasure), but Ray's hand had slipped underneath Gerard, fingers trailing down his stomach to his already hardened, precum-dripping cock.

The bodywash had rinsed off Ray's palms by now, and his clean hands grazed Gerard's thick length. Gerard moaned at the contact, your dripping cunt absorbing the vibration. You were still distracted by your own pleasure, so you didn't notice when Frank shifted to expose his hips, letting his dick spring out next to you. Gerard caught on. Letting go of your other thigh, his hand reached for Frank, stroking him at the same pace that Ray was touching him. Having recharged quickly from his earlier orgasm, Ray found himself to be desperately hard again. Using his free hand, he began to fist his own cock, matching the rhythm of Gerard and Frank

The shower was once again filled with a harmony of pleasure. Frank's whines split the air as Gerard's low groans seeped into your pussy, sending shivers down your spine. Ray moaned out silent pleads no one in particular, and you begged for release as Gerard continued his efforts on you.

Your vision blurred as you came, electric shocks of ecstasy coursing through your body. You twitched and writhed from stimulation, though Frank's hands continued to hold you down. Under any different circumstances, Gerard would have continued pleasuring you. In fact, your orgasm would only motivate him more to force you into overstimulation. However, he wanted to focus on his own pleasure. Ray's large hands engulfed his cock perfectly, squeezing it tight as precum flowed from his tip. Gerard let up, his head detaching from your clit with a pop. Your fluids coated his fingers. He slowly dragged his hand out of you, shaking from the pleasure Ray was giving him.

Admiring the white liquid covering his hand, he decided to use it as lubrication to help get Frank off. Switching hands, he began stroking Frank with the same appendage that had been fingering you just moments earlier. Coming down from your high, you were able to bear witness to all of this. Never in a million years would you have thought your bandmates would do something like this — let alone even consider something like this — yet here you were… in the middle of a circle jerk. Triangle jerk? Jerk assembly line? You weren't sure, but one thing you did know is that you were very much enjoying what was happening around you.

With the added feeling of your warm cum used as lube, Frank itched for another release. His core was burning, much like the shower water, though no one had any particular desire to pause what they were doing and change the temperature. Frank came, letting out a needy whine as he threw his head back, just barely clearing the wall and saving himself from bashing his skull against the tile. Thanks to Gerard, Frank's release was aimed towards you, landing on your stomach.

Achieving a sense of mental clarity after his orgasm, Frank took note of your uncomfortable expression, realizing you were trapped in your contortionist, mating press-like position. Frank began to shift, trying to help you readjust. Thankfully, Ray and Gerard took the hint, begrudgingly edging themselves and stopping their actions so that you could get up.

Now, you found yourself underneath the shower head. The water eased any tensions in your muscles and rinsed away the mess Frank made on you. Of course, your peace didn't last for long as you found Gerard prop himself up behind you.

"Jesus, Y/n, how'd they even convince you to do this," he asked rhetorically, following his words with a giggle.

You shrugged, turning to him. "I'm just as surprised as you are, Gee."

His eyes raked over your body, fully taking in your form. Desperate and craving the release he was denied seconds ago, he met your eyes again, a pleading look in his gaze. "Can I-"

Before he could fully ask, you cut him off. "I don't see why not, at this point."

That was the only response he needed. Before you knew it, you were propped against the shower wall with his hand holding one of your legs up. Ray and Frank watched in amusement. Though Frank was spent, he still knew that Ray hadn't gotten the chance to fully get off.

"Oh Rayyy…" Frank cooed in a sing-song tone. Ray rolled his eyes, as though exasperated by his friend.

"Someone oughta shut you up, Iero."

In your peripheral vision, you stared in awe as Ray's mouth met Frank's, cutting off his quips. Frank's hand darted towards Ray’s still erect dick, quickly stroking it with the intent to give him the release he so desperately craved. You were so accustomed to Frank being gay on stage with Gerard that the thought of him kissing another man never came into mind, but it's not like you were complaining about it… You supposed it made sense, kind of. After all, Ray and Frank were both guitarists. Though, this whole series of events was making you realize they had more in common than just instrumentation.

Snapping your attention back, you were suddenly aware of the feeling of Gerard's length rubbing between your legs. You shuddered at the touch, your clit overly sensitive from your previous orgasm. Gerard teased, lightly rolling his hips as his dick grinded against your sensitive folds. Your nails dug into the wall behind you, sliding against the slick tiles.

Gerard's eyes met yours, silently asking for permission once again as he looked up at you through his wet bangs. Already heated, you were barely able to muster a coherent response.

"Please…" you whined, not only consenting to him, but rather begging him to continue. That's all Gerard needed to hear before slamming into you. After Ray's dick, Gerard's wasn't particularly hard to take, but the sudden sensation earned him a gasp of a moan out of you. As Gerard set a pace, the sound of wet skin slapping joined your noises of pleasure in the thick, steamy air of the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Frank was still jerking off Ray, who was nipping his neck now. Frank watched as Gerard fucked into you, not knowing who he was more jealous of. For now, watching would suffice, as he wasn't sure he still had it in him to go another round. Still, his senses were heightened from his recent orgasm, causing him to shudder with each bite from Ray.

Gerard maintained a steady grip on your body, ensuring you wouldn’t slip in the cramped shower. Your leg was propped up by one of his arms, while his other hand held onto your hip. He watched the obscene sight of your tits bouncing up and down with each thrust, mesmerized by your body, yet also slightly regretful that he had never taken the chance to see it like this until now. He wasn't sure what turned him on more, the feeling of your plush thighs in the palms of his hands, the way you moved in rhythm with him, your flushed face contorted with pleasure, or the lewd sounds of ecstasy breathlessly falling from your lips. Either way, he was grateful for the chance to witness all four, and he took a sense of pride knowing that it was him who had brought you to this state.

Ray had stopped his advances on Frank, his eyes tightly shut as he focused on the pleasure the shorter man was giving him. All Ray could manage was ragged breaths, his low moans mixing with yours as shockwaves ran through his bones with each stroke. Frank's wrist was growing tired from his efforts, though thankfully they were not in vain. Within the next moment, Ray had finally reached his sweet release, his thick ropes splattering along the floor of the tub, eventually mixing with the scalding shower water and finding its way down the drain. What didn't land on the floor landed on Frank, who — if in his usual mindset — would have quickly spouted an insult towards Ray and done everything in his power to rid himself of the liquid, but right now, he didn't seem to mind being painted by Ray.

As if on cue, Gerard came as well. You viewed this as not just a coincidence, but a testament to the two's camaraderie. After all, a vocalist must be on time with their guitarist. Gerard, with the same mentality as Ray earlier, quickly pulled out, coating you with his cum as he shot it across your torso.

Everyone was coming down from their high. The sound of panting filled the bathroom, mixing with the steamy air to create a humid monument of the ecstasy that had just occurred. Too spent to move a single limb, everyone stayed in their position for a few more moments, collecting their thoughts as well as their breath. From outside the bathroom, the sound of a door opening and closing alongside some clumsy rustling could be heard. Looks like Mikey had come back.

"Hey guys! So, I texted all of you, but no one responded, so I just got cheese and pep-" Mikey spoke as he walked into the bathroom, completely unaware of what had just happened in his absence. Once his eyes laid witness to the sight, his words were immediately cut off, too shocked to speak. The sight of everyone flushed and covered in cum was too much for him to handle.

"…You guys could've at least closed the curtain…" he sighed, sharply turning around and exiting the bathroom. If he had stayed any longer, he might've accidentally looked at his brother, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Mikey's interruption was just what everyone needed to be snapped out of their trance of arousal. Awkward looks were exchanged with the clearing of throats and incoherent mumblings. Everyone came to the consensus that it was about time to actually get cleaned off.

Having four people in a shower proved to be inefficient. Since Ray had already bathed himself, he saw himself out, stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist. Frank had also washed himself earlier too, but now he was covered in Ray's release. So, he found himself under the stream of water first, quickly rinsing off before allowing you and Gerard full access to it.

The whole process was silent, not because of sudden shyness or guiltiness, but because everyone had been moaning and whining for so long that all your throats were now sore and dry. Thank God you guys were off tour, or else this would've been absolutely treacherous for Gerard.

Ray and Frank collected clothes off the floor, not really caring whose they were. After gathering their bundle of fabric and dressing themself, they left the bathroom. Now it was just you and Gerard. You had offered to let him have full control of the shower, since he was last to join, though he politely declined, saying that you needed it the most because you were probably unbelievably sore. Admittedly, the aftermath of what had happened had not physically hit you yet, but who were you to decline a nice, hot, well-deserved shower?

You found yourself directly under the boiling stream. Jesus, someone should've turned this thing down. You were sure you and the rest of the band had just cost the hotel half of their heating bill for the rest of the year. Oh well, you made a mental note to tip the room service well the next morning. Still not wanting Gerard to be completely left out, you shifted slightly in the small tub, allowing for a fraction of the stream to hit him. He caught on to your advances, and found it hard to deny himself the simple pleasure of a good shower (just like you had earlier).

Once the two of you were done, you finally turned off the shower. The faucet seemed like it was about to explode, almost like it was disappointed by being turned off after running for so long. You pursed your lips, feeling slightly guilty for how much water you guys had used up. There goes Frank's earlier argument of a group shower being "environmentally friendly." Yeah right.

You weren’t sure whose clothes you grabbed, but you put them on regardless. You were just grateful that your bandmates had left your underwear alone, as you weren't sure how you'd feel if you had to wear one of their pairs instead of your own… Actually, you did know how you felt about that thought: you hated it.

-

Stumbling out of the bathroom with Gerard (you realized you now had a limp, though you weren't surprised by it), you found the rest of the band lounging on a bed, eating the pizzas that Mikey had bought. Mikey in particular was eating more than usual. Perhaps he was eating his feelings away as a form of coping after having to witness the sight of his brother having sex with his drummer.

You and Gerard crawled onto the bed, joining the rest of the group. You had to admit, you were pretty hungry after everything. With the TV blaring in the background playing some shitty slasher film, everything was back to normal. Small conversation was being held.

"Y'know what? Fuck you, Toro. Why the hell would you cum on me?"

Alright, maybe it was more jabber than conversation.

Ray looked exasperated at his fellow guitarist's remark. "You say that like I was aiming for you."

Frank shrugged. "You probably were!" he argued. "You know," Frank continued, "you wouldn't be the first one in the band aiming for me…" He seemed to be alluding to something, though it was painfully obvious what he meant as Gerard averted his gaze and a light blush was beginning to form on his cheeks.

"Alright, guys, I think we're all spent for the night," Mikey cut in, not particularly wanting to watch his brother get hit on. "Let's just keep the flirting to a minimum."

You whined. "Aw, Mikey, you're no fun," you jokingly complained, to which he rolled his eyes at.

"Hey, Y/n, don't even start that shit because you know we'd do something about it," Frank chimed in.

Gerard laughed at Frank's boldness. "You say that like you'd be the top," he said, taking a bite out of his pizza.

"W- Well…" Frank stammered, trying to come up with something to defend his honor, though it was a bit futile as everyone knew the truth by now. "I mean, Y/n blew me! That counts for something!"

That might have been the worst argument you'd ever heard in your entire life. The whole band ended up snickering at that.

"Frankie, just give it up," Ray said, placing a condescending hand on his shoulder.

Begrudgingly, Frank did quit his defensive act, seeing that there was no use for it. The rest of the night continued relatively similarly, though as time passed, everyone found themselves (unfortunately) captivated by whatever janky horror movie Mikey had put on. It was so bad you thought it was satire at some point.

The pizza was gone in a matter of minutes. You silently judged yourself and the rest of your band, knowing that Mikey had bought five boxes. Oh well; that was tomorrow's problem. You were sure it wasn't night anymore, but rather early morning of the next day. Whatever, you didn't care enough to check the clock, even though it was right next to the bed on the nightstand.

You weren't sure when, but a sudden heaviness began to befall your eyelids. Slowly, sleep fluttered the subconsciousness of your mind, fading in and out of your thoughts like tides on a shore, a well-needed relief from the eventful day you had. Eventually, the temptation of slumber completely took you, washing over you like a wave.

-

It seemed that everyone had let their tiredness take over, completely forgetting anything other than getting rest. The sheets weren't even undone, with everyone lying on top of them, and on top of each other. Meanwhile, the TV still continued to play in the background, filling up the silence of the room and acting as a makeshift source of white noise. No one got to see the end of that shitty movie.

Your skin was covered in heat rashes and hickeys. You knew you'd be sore tomorrow. You knew you'd feel it in the morning. You knew you probably wouldn't be able to properly walk without some sort of assistance.

But none of that mattered to you.

All that mattered to you were the people snuggled close.

All you cared about right now were the individual rhythms of each of their hearts, the shallow murmurs they emitted while deep in their slumber, and the way their chests rose and fell with each soft inhale and exhale.

The other bed was left untouched, empty and pristine.

All you cared about right now was in this bed.

You cared about them now.

You cared about them before everything.

And you would care about them forever.

a/n: i know i've already thanked you, but i honestly haven't enough. i've never really written this seriously before, and i feel like being so active here has actually improved my writing. i was also in a slump for a long time, so this really brought back my abilities.

honestly, i was ready to just stop creative writing entirely since my work on ao3 (no shade, still love that site) wasn't doing too hot. plus, there was no one in my real life (my friends are supportive don't worry, they're just not into the fandoms i'm into) i could share my writing with.

so thank you guys for sticking through this with me, from my angst to my smut to my headcanons and fluff (and even my drawings, for those that are extremely committed to my blog), it means a lot to know that whatever i make, there's people out there, complete strangers, who look forward to viewing it. you guys motivate me so much. maybe this is too sappy to say after... well, i wrote an entire fanfiction about you getting railed by all of mcr. anyway, my point is, sorry for being so sentimental, but i'm extremely grateful for all the support i've gotten for this blog, no matter if you follow, reblog, like, comment, or simply just skim through my work.

thank you guys. i love you all!

this was three days ago. my anlke isnt broken its just soft tissue and its pretty swollen...

this is hiw its been healing so far

monday ^

tuesday ^ i lowkey forgot about the bruse then my mom wrapped it cuz i was in excruciating pain like actually dying

THIS ONE IS SUPER GROSS LOOK WITH CAUTION!!