pearl_o: "Bob," Frank calls, and he's almost embarrassed by the sound of his own voice. "Bob, it's my turn now, Bob."
"You can wait another fuckin' minute, I swear to God--" Bob says in a low grumble that does things to Frank's insides.
Frank doubts the truth of the statement. Ray's sucking on his throat, his fingers still brushing against Frank's ass, a fluttery tickle.
He can tell the exact moment Bob stops moving, his hips pausing, not because he's finished, just out of some bastion of supernatural force of will. "Gee, gonna pull out, okay," he says in a whisper. Gee's "Nnnnnnn" sounds almost confused.
Bob kisses Gee again, and then he's moving, Gee sighing while he leaves and squeezing Frank's hand tight. Frank can't quite get the right angle to kiss Gee the way he wants, but it's almost right.
There's an arm wrapped around his chest, and he's suddenly being pulled back to his knees, flush against Bob's warm body, his head falling back naturally onto Bob's shoulder. Ray beams up at him with an unabashed grin.
Bob moves his free hand up to Frank's face. It's sticky, wet with what Frank immediately realizes is Gee's come. Frank sticks his tongue out, stretching to taste.
The taste of salt explodes on Frank's tongue, slippery and thick. He leans forward, ducking his head to lick over Bob's palm as Bob moves his hand lower. Frank whines, stretching almost over Gee's shoulder as Bob palms the side of his neck, cupping his scorpion tatoo, and drags Frank close for a kiss.
It's awkward, his hips sliding along Ray's, his chest slung across Gee's shoulder, but Bob's pushes past Frank's lips and teeth like they've got all the time in the world, tongue lazily flicking the roof of his mouth. Frank moans, energy strumming like a high note through his body. He jumps when Gee's mouth presses against the side of his chest, but Ray's hand on his back steadies him.
Bob pulls away, licking his lips. "Come over here," he says, and sits back.
Ray's hand pushes on Frank's back. He giggles when Frank scrambles over, thumping into Bob's chest and knocking them both flat. "Damn, Frankie," he says.
Frankie looks over. "Fuck you," he says.
"Nah," Gee says slowly. He's blissed out, stretching out on top of Ray and nuzzling into Ray's throat. "Too soon."
Ray lifts Gee's face by the chin, kissing his closed lipped mouth and turning his head in Frank and Bob's direction. "In a little while," he agrees. "But Bob told you to watch, Gee. Rememeber?"
Gee nods. His hips give tiny thrusts as Ray drags his hands down Gee's back to his ass, spreading Gee's leg to bracket Ray's knees.
Frank swallows, watching the drag of Ray's thumbs against the bottom of Gee's ass. Bob's hand on his throat squeezes, once lightly and again, harder. Frank shivers, eyes falling shut as his mouth falls open.
"If you're very good," Bob whispers in Frank's ear, "you might even get your cock in there." (http://pearl-o.livejournal.com/965489.html?thread=10665841#t10665841)
Ahem.
"You can wait another fuckin' minute, I swear to God--" Bob says in a low grumble that does things to Frank's insides.
Frank doubts the truth of the statement. Ray's sucking on his throat, his fingers still brushing against Frank's ass, a fluttery tickle.
He can tell the exact moment Bob stops moving, his hips pausing, not because he's finished, just out of some bastion of supernatural force of will. "Gee, gonna pull out, okay," he says in a whisper. Gee's "Nnnnnnn" sounds almost confused.
Bob kisses Gee again, and then he's moving, Gee sighing while he leaves and squeezing Frank's hand tight. Frank can't quite get the right angle to kiss Gee the way he wants, but it's almost right.
There's an arm wrapped around his chest, and he's suddenly being pulled back to his knees, flush against Bob's warm body, his head falling back naturally onto Bob's shoulder. Ray beams up at him with an unabashed grin.
Bob moves his free hand up to Frank's face. It's sticky, wet with what Frank immediately realizes is Gee's come. Frank sticks his tongue out, stretching to taste.
The taste of salt explodes on Frank's tongue, slippery and thick. He leans forward, ducking his head to lick over Bob's palm as Bob moves his hand lower. Frank whines, stretching almost over Gee's shoulder as Bob palms the side of his neck, cupping his scorpion tatoo, and drags Frank close for a kiss.
It's awkward, his hips sliding along Ray's, his chest slung across Gee's shoulder, but Bob's pushes past Frank's lips and teeth like they've got all the time in the world, tongue lazily flicking the roof of his mouth. Frank moans, energy strumming like a high note through his body. He jumps when Gee's mouth presses against the side of his chest, but Ray's hand on his back steadies him.
Bob pulls away, licking his lips. "Come over here," he says, and sits back.
Ray's hand pushes on Frank's back. He giggles when Frank scrambles over, thumping into Bob's chest and knocking them both flat. "Damn, Frankie," he says.
Frankie looks over. "Fuck you," he says.
"Nah," Gee says slowly. He's blissed out, stretching out on top of Ray and nuzzling into Ray's throat. "Too soon."
Ray lifts Gee's face by the chin, kissing his closed lipped mouth and turning his head in Frank and Bob's direction. "In a little while," he agrees. "But Bob told you to watch, Gee. Rememeber?"
Gee nods. His hips give tiny thrusts as Ray drags his hands down Gee's back to his ass, spreading Gee's leg to bracket Ray's knees.
Frank swallows, watching the drag of Ray's thumbs against the bottom of Gee's ass. Bob's hand on his throat squeezes, once lightly and again, harder. Frank shivers, eyes falling shut as his mouth falls open.
"If you're very good," Bob whispers in Frank's ear, "you might even get your cock in there." (http://pearl-o.livejournal.com/965489.html?thread=10665841#t10665841)