#frucker

“I don’t think this is gonna work.”

Frank can feel Tucker squirming underneath his back, trying to get comfortable. His chest is heaving, trying to get air as Frank lets his body weight relax into him, pinning him against the bed. Tucker’s hard cock brushes the inside of his thigh as he adjusts.

Gerard hovers over them both, propped between their tangled legs, spreading Frank’s knees wider with one hand as three of their gloved fingers on the other work in and out of his hole. The leather is cool and slick, soothing his entrance as their fingers slide in deep. They had already worked him open with the biggest toy that they could find, and Frank still isn’t sure how this is going to go.

It was a joke, at first. He had taunted them endlessly about being able to take them both; he never thought they would actually want to try, or he would have kept his stupid fucking mouth shut. But now it’s too late, and Gerard is doing their best to fit their pinky inside of him next to the rest of their fingers, the leather of their glove squeaking indignantly with the slick lube.

“Fuck,” Frank hisses, writhing against their hand, and Tucker makes a displeased noise from underneath him. “I’m fucking ready, Gee. You’re not gonna put your whole fucking hand in my ass.”

Gerard’s face twists into a mischievous grin only for a second, before they jut out their bottom lip into a pout. “You sure?”

Tucker grunts again, gripping one hand into Frank’s plush chest.

“Can you guys do this another time? I can’t fucking breathe.”

Gerard rolls their eyes, removing their hand from Frank’s body with a squelch as he gasps. “Fine.”

Frank can’t see their hands over his round belly, but he hears the soft pop from the cap of the lube and feels Tucker’s lean body buck up underneath him and it’s enough to know they’re slicking his cock. Tucker’s strong, rough hands grasp harder into his supple flesh.

“Frank, hips down,” Gerard breathes. Frank angles his hips downward, his ass pushing hard into Tucker’s hipbones, feeling them press the hot tip of Tucker’s cock against his hole. He lets out a small, broken sigh as it slips in easily, excess lube dripping slowly down his crack as Tucker strains to push into him entirely.

“How are you still so fucking tight?” Tucker quips through gritted teeth, moving his hands down Frank’s body to grip into his hips, bucking up to get a couple more inches in. He’s big, and Frank already feels full, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Tucker’s cock throbs inside of him. Frank can tell he’s frustrated, groaning softly as he tries to thrust, but is too trapped underneath Frank’s dead weight to move at all.

Gerard watches with glassy eyes, their expression starved, locking eyes with Frank as he cranes his neck to look down his body at them. Their thin arm moves rhythmically, and Frank can tell they’re working their own cock as their eyes flicker back down to the scene in front of them; Tucker’s swollen dick stuffed inside his hole only as far as it can reach, Frank’s legs spread wide with his own cock flush against the rolls on his lower stomach, sweaty and trembling. Gerard exhales as if someone had punched them in the ribs.

“My turn,” they say with another devilish grin. They shuffle on their knees towards him, bunching the sheets up against Tucker’s thighs as they close in on the two of them. Tucker’s breaths are coming heavier beneath Frank as he still does his best to get some kind of friction in the heat of Frank’s body.

Frank feels pressure and a brief shock of pain before Gerard’s cock slips from his entrance and rubs up over his balls, too slick and clumsy, and Frank gasps again. There’s no way this is going to work.

“Gee,” he huffs, “Don’t force it.”

Gerard clicks their tongue, shaking their head as they reposition themself. “Shh, Frankie. You’re doing great.”

The pressure returns. He can feel the leather of their glove against the rim of his hole, peeling the muscle back as their thumb slicks the underside of Tucker’s cock, causing Tucker to moan and writhe again under Frank’s body weight. And then, finally, the head of their cock is inside him.

Frank loses all the breath left in his lungs at once as they push in, slow and unsteady, bracketing their legs around Tucker’s underneath him. They bring a free hand to his knee to help hitch his legs backwards again. Tucker exhales a shaky breath, finally getting some relief from the slide of Gerard’s cock against his.

“You’re gonna have to do the work,” he says breathlessly, looking at Gerard over Frank’s shoulder with a furrowed brow as Gerard brings themself to the hilt and Frank lets his head fall back with his mouth gaped open. “I can’t fucking move.”

“I’m used to it,” Gerard smirks, moving their hand under the ditch of Frank’s knee to steady themself. “He’s always such a princess.”

Frank’s eyes are completely rolled back into his head, feeling as if he’s floating in space. He’s never felt anything like this before; the movement inside his body feels so incredibly foreign, Tucker’s cock keeping him stretched open while Gerard thrusts, both of their lengths sliding together inside of him. Tucker’s breaths are coming in hot gasps against his ear, his fingertips clutched bruisingly tight into Frank’s hips, while Gerard slowly and carefully moves in and out of him, awkwardly positioned between their cacophony of legs. Gerard looks down at Frank with their brows furrowed, the grin still plastered across their face, proud and adoring.

“Oh fuck,” Tucker whispers. Frank can feel his body tensing, muscles flexing in his arms uncontrollably. One of his hands moved back up to Frank’s chest, gripping onto his breast and taking his nipple between two rough fingers, while the other hand goes to his long hair, fingers threading into a strong fist to keep his head pulled back. Frank wriggles at the sudden shock of pain, but Tucker is holding on to him as if he’ll float away if he lets go. Gerard’s cock slides over Frank’s prostate, and a thick, milky drop of precum dribbles out of the head of his cock onto his stomach, glistening as his belly jiggles with their movements.

“I’m gonna come,” Tucker gasps, and Gerard nods, biting their bottom lip as they push in deeper, more confident now, pulling Frank’s legs down so his hips sink further down onto them both.

“Fill him up,” they say, eyes still fixated on Frank, watching his expression hungrily. “Let him fucking have it.”

Tucker convulses and moans loudly and Frank can feel him pulsing inside of him, his cock already halfway out of him but still being pushed against Gerard’s length as they move in and out. Gerard looks down with a dropped jaw, watching intently as their hips roll forward, as if it’s the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.

Everything is suddenly so wet and slippery between Frank’s legs, Tucker’s cum leaking out of his hole and coating Gerard’s cock, and Gerard’s fingers are so tight in Frank’s skin, he knows there will be bruises later, the leather of their gloves pulled taut over their knuckles. They exhale a shaky breath as they snap their hips forward, causing Tucker’s cock to slip out of Frank, soft and spent. Tucker writhes again, still trapped under Frank’s weight, aftershocks of his orgasm curling through him. He rolls Frank’s nipple between his fingers as he lets his hair go, moving his hand down Frank’s body to grasp his cock, still leaking uncontrollably and begging for attention.

Frank keens and moans at the contact, and Gerard hitches his legs back up onto his stomach, fucking into him faster, hips smacking into the backs of his thick thighs. Tucker is still holding on to him tightly as they pound into him, one hand grasped firmly around his cock, doing his best to stroke him in time with their thrusts.

“Fuck, yeah,” Gerard whispers, their graying hair falling into their face. They leer down at Frank, eyes sharp as daggers, corners of their mouth still curled up into a smirk. “You ready for another one, baby?”

Frank nods against Tucker’s shoulder, blissed out and stupid, his eyelids heavy. The feeling is overwhelming, his body feels wrung out and incredibly pent up at the same time, sweat is pooling in the creases of the rolls on his stomach, his entire body slick against Tucker’s underneath him. He can feel Gerard’s cock swelling inside of him, thick and deep, and they finally let out a stuttering gasp as they come inside him.

They stay inside him for a moment before pulling out, breathing unsteadily. Their hands move carefully to his hips, caressing gently over his skin.

“Hey. You did so good. Let us take care of you now, okay?”

Frank is already so sore, feeling so empty from the loss of contact. He rolls off of Tucker as gracefully as he can, landing face first in the plush sheets, his head swimming as Tucker stretches out next to him, shakily sitting up. Gerard crawls over Frank, rolling him once again onto his back.

“You did so good,” they repeat softly, peppering small kisses down his soft belly. Their gloved hand wraps around his cock, stroking gently as they bring it to their lips. “So good. Tucker, help me out.”

Tucker huffs as he rolls over, still out of breath, propping himself up next to Gerard on Frank’s opposite side. Gerard moves their mouth slowly to one side of Frank’s cock as Tucker leans in, wrapping his lips around the head and moving down. Frank stares down at them in disbelief, their heads moving out of sync with one another as their mouths move together over his cock, wet and hot and indulgent. He feels suddenly as if he’d been set on fire, every synapse in his body firing at once. Their mouths move up at the same time, tongues tangling around the swollen head, drool dripping down his length. Frank’s eyes cross and his toes curl, feeling as if his very soul is being ripped from his body. Gerard reaches up and interlocks their fingers with Frank’s, gripped right into the sheets.

Frank comes with a sob, spurting onto Gerard’s cheek and Tucker’s chin, twisting between them like a caged animal. He only opens his eyes long enough to see Gerard lean across his legs, licking his cum off of Tucker’s chin before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Tucker’s face immediately goes bright red, his hair disheveled, breathing still unsteady. Gerard looks back up at Frank from between his legs, eyes sparkling, soft lips still curled up into the same mischievous grin.

“See, princess?” They say softly, running their hand over his thigh, the leather of the glove smooth and soothing again as he comes back down to earth. “I knew you’d make me proud.”