Frank and Gerard both managed to pack at least one bag of essentials each and got on their bicycles. Frank did offer to call a cab so that Gerard wouldn't have to exert himself any more than he already had but Gerard refused entirely and told Frank that he was being unnecessary. They rode up Halstead Street and continued into the dirt road that followed off of the end sidewinder. They pedaled beside each other with wide grins and despite the intense heat in Gerard's system, he couldn't deny just how nice the cool dusk breeze was on his skin. They pulled up to the gate of the Jackson farm and hopped off of their bikes to get in. Gerard pulled the gate open and let Frank pass before he closed it again. They pushed their bikes up the dirt tracks and the white farmhouse came into view from around the corner of the orchard.

"Remember what I said." Frank warned, "I swear to god, Gerard, if you say anything. I will literally-"

"Relax, Frank. I'm good. I'm fine, I won't say anything. And even if I did, Wayne will probably think it's because of my rut and that I'm fucking zonked out of my head." Gerard huffed as he pushed his bike, "Probably am, to be honest."

"Let's just get you to the loft." Frank hoisted his bike over a small dip in the road before they stopped outside of the farmhouse. The white two-storey abode sat at the end of a long dirt path, the white paint on the outside could have used a new coat about ten years prior, but Frank always said that it gave the house a 'rustic charm'. There was a chimney on one side and a wrap-around porch with white fencing. The roof looked like it was once red-painted corrugated iron, but it was now a faded blush. There were trees all along the property lines, the grass was always kept neat, and around the house were flowering shrubs that Wayne cared for as his own children. They saw Wayne sitting on the porch in a chair, with a sheepdog at his feet, he looked up from the history book that he'd been reading, smiling kindly at his friends.

"I could smell you up the road, Greaseball," Wayne greeted and set his book down to get up but Gerard held up both hands.

"I wouldn't do that, DeWayne. I'll jump anything that gets too close." Gerard went pink in the face as Wayne let out a boisterous laugh and put a hand on one of the porch pillars, "I like how he thinks I'm kidding." Gerard turned to Frank who just gave him a small and nervous titter in response.

"Well, me and ol' Winston here," Wayne gestured to his faithful dog that was wearing an old red bandana around his neck, "We set the loft up for you. There's a mattress and some blankets, there's a generator if you want to run anything electrical. We do have a small spare radio and TV if you wanna use 'em."

"Let's just get him in there first and then we'll worry about his entertainment." Frank shoved Gerard's arm and turned him in the direction of the barn.

"Sayonara, homeboy." Gerard gave Wayne a small salute as their bikes were discarded in front of the house and he was steered toward the loft by the omega.

"Don't break my farm, Way!" Wayne yelled after them and Gerard let out a small snicker. He and Frank crossed the small distance to the big wooden barn. It was much larger than the quaint house, a fresh coat of waterproof red had recently been plied to the walls, the trim still a yellowed-white, the roof still covered in debris from the last windstorm, but right now, it was all they had. The entire building housed equipment and hay bales, the animal barn was much further out in the fields away from the house and Gerard was grateful that he didn't have to share quarters with some cows for a week. The bottom floor held all of the tractor parts, the shovels, and anything else that a farmhand could need, the top floor was a simple loft accessible by a ladder. It wasn't like a regular loft that sat above the barn altogether, this loft was built onto the barn like a balcony over one side, still lifted above the ground to keep the storage dry.

They climbed up the ladder, and Frank insisted Gerard go first or else he would try and stick his face in Frank's business. They dusted themselves off and clambered up onto the loft where Wayne had dragged the mattress and laid down an old sheet. There was a pile of linen in the corner and even a flask of something to drink. They smiled at Wayne's endearing efforts and dropped their bags on the ground by the door, "Frank?"

"What is it?"

"Does Wayne know you're staying with me or what?" Gerard asked idly as he kicked off his shoes and pushed them aside, "Where does he think you're staying?"

"He thinks I'm staying in the house with him." Frank shrugged, "On the phone, he offered me the spare room so I can stay nearby if you need me. It seemed like a good idea."

"But-"

"But I will be staying here, not inside." Frank whispered, "I'll be here with you until bedtime and then I'll go inside until Wayne's asleep. I'll come back out when he's unconscious."

"Okay." Gerard nodded, mulling the idea over in his head as he played with his tongue against his teeth, "That should work."

"How are you feeling?" Frank asked as he went to open the small push-out window across from the mattress to stand and look out over the farm. Gerard shrugged and took his sweatpants off, throwing them near his bag. Frank scoffed and picked them up, folding them neatly before he set them down on top of Gerard's backpack.

"I'm good for now." Gerard nodded, "Think I'm good until sunset."

"You should try and sleep before your next wave hits." Frank looked at Gerard with earnest, "You need rest. It's important."

"Frank-"

"Nuh-uh- Rest." Frank shooed Gerard with both hands, "You gotta. I said so."

"But, Frank." Gerard was forcibly pushed down onto the mattress and he let out a laugh, pulling his pillow under his head as he looked up at Frank fondly, "Happy now?"

"I'd be happier if you had a fucking 'off' switch." Frank muttered as he lightly kicked the mattress with his sneaker, "Go the fuck to sleep."

"Lay by me." Gerard held his arms out, "C'mon, Frankie. Frank, please. Frank. Frank. Frank. Franklin. Francine. C'mon. Lay with your big Alpha."

Frank glared down at Gerard, his nostrils flaring with annoyance. He clicked his tongue as he muttered to himself and unclipped his fanny pack, "Fucking death of me." He scowled as he lay down beside Gerard on the mattress, "This is so dusty."

"You've got all your meds with you. You'll be fine." Gerard instantly wrapped his arms around the omega and pulled him in closer, taking a deep inhale of Frank's head and the smell that lingered in his brown hair.

"But it's dirty," Frank whined, his words muffled by Gerard's chest.

"Says the guy who's had about six loads blown on him in one day," Gerard commented lightly and Frank reached out to punch him in the gut with the side of his fist. Gerard let out a gust of air and a grunt at the blow to his stomach but all it did was make him laugh.

"Wasn't six." Frank readjusted so that he was laying with his head on Gerard's shoulder, "Only four, I think."

"Good to know." Gerard said idly, "I can make it six."

"Gerard, I swear to God-"

"Relax, short stuff." Gerard began to stroke his fingers through Frank's hair gently, "I joke."

"Close your eyes." Frank instructed, "I'll be here."

And Gerard did as he was told, pulling Frank closer as he closed his eyes and listened to the soft sounds around him, his dopey brain drifting off almost instantly into a dark sleep with twisted dreams that Gerard couldn't even decipher. It wasn't even Gerard's own immeasurable libido that woke him for once. He felt rustling and squirming beside him, an incessant movement that eventually pulled him from his sleep. He rolled over and turned to put on the small gas lamp that Wayne had provided. He looked over to see Frank also asleep but looking very flustered and very sweaty.

"Frankie?" Gerard poked his boyfriend on the arm and leaned in, "Frank?" Frank let out a groan and opened his eyes, instantly sitting up with a gasp. He turned to look at Gerard in the dim light, his pupils wide, "Jesus, Frank. What got into you?"

"I just, uh..." Frank cleared his throat, "Had a bad dream."

"Oh," Gerard whispered before he touched Frank's shoulder in a comforting touch. Frank stared at Gerard's hand on him and looked up at Gerard, his brows furrowing, "What, omega?"

"Nothing." Frank shrugged, "How are you?"

"I'm okay." Gerard shrugged, "So far so good. You should probably go and see Wayne before I jump you, though."

"That's a good idea." Frank nodded as he stretched his arms up and stifled a yawn, looking down at his wristwatch, "It's only eight."

"What time does Waynie-poo go to bed?"

"Usually early when he has to work on the farm but I'm not sure. He still has to feed animals and stuff in the morning."

"I'll be fine for an hour or so." Gerard reassured Frank as he got up and went to get his sweatshirt, "Won't fuck any sheep or anything."

"Ugh." Frank's face screwed up in disgust as he pulled his maroon hoodie on, "Gerard, that's fucking disgusting."

"Just letting you know." Gerard shrugged as he turned into his side to eye Frank with a mischievous glint behind his glasses.

"God." Frank sighed and put his hands on his hips, "Why the fuck are we together? You're so god damn annoying. How are we even best friends, Gerard."

"I'm special and you need me." Gerard grinned and blew him a small kiss, receiving an impatient eye-roll in return, "I was the only one to love you losers for the virgins you were."

Frank rolled his eyes and reached down to pay Gerard on the head, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, man." He hopped out of the loft and exited the barn. Gerard rolled onto his back and got up to stand by the window. He watched Frank walk to the house and into the front door and he grinned to himself.

Gerard closed his eyes and let the chilly breeze blow over his flushed skin, knowing that no one else would be coming to see him, and because he knew his next rutting wave was approaching in the next few hours, he decided to strip down. He removed his shirt and set it down by his bag before he pushed his boxers down to his ankles and bent down to take them off. He pushed them aside and looked back out the window. He could see the upstairs windows where the lights were on.

He knew which lights belonged to Wayne's bedroom and he would wait until the lights went off. Gerard fidgeted, realizing that he didn't have much in the way of recreation, and then began digging in his backpack for a comic book. He pulled out his favorite issue of Clone Spider-man which had come out the year before that his mom has bought him for his birthday. He sat himself down on one of the crates by the window and sighed, lingering in the cold air as he used the ambient light from the gas lamp to read.

Gerard was so deep into the comic and had just gotten to where the Jackal had found out that Peter was actually Spider-man when the lights of the Jackson home went out. Gerard glanced at the house and then at his comic, he bit down on his thumbnail and continued to nibble on a hangnail. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus even on his favorite comic because he was battling. He was waiting for Frank to come back and constantly watching the front door of the house as well as trying to push down the wave that was bringing itself up in his stomach.

His leg began to shake impatiently, jittering beneath him as he used it as a fulcrum to rest his comic book. He scoffed at himself and threw the book aside before he put his elbows on the windowsill and lay his chin on his fists. His eyes roved over the dark grass and the tall trees, scanning and darting quickly over the small animals. His ears could hear almost all of the soft sounds around him.

The front door opened and Gerard sat up higher, squinting into the dark. He watched Frank slowly close the front door before he jumped over the side of the porch fence with ease. He jogged to the barn and Gerard could hear the large door open and close a few seconds later.

"Gee?" Frank whispered, "You alive?"

"Yeah," Gerard called out as Frank walked into the loft with a smile, stopping in his tracks immediately.

"You're naked." Frank blurted out suddenly, his eyes looking over Gerard a few times as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. Gerard looked down and back up, grinning smugly.

"I was getting hot."

"I'll say." Frank cleared his throat softly and looked away, "You seem pretty 'with it'."

"Wave hasn't hit yet." Gerard shrugged as he stood up and stretched, "But I can feel it."

"Oh," Frank muttered and looked around the small loft, his lips pursed in an unhappy sour line.

"What's up with you?" Gerard got up and came to a stop in front of Frank who took a small step back.

"I, uh..." Frank swallowed hard and closed his eyes. Even in the dim light, Gerard could easily see the bright pink tint that took on Frank's tan face, "I'm... Feeling weird."

"Weird?" Gerard frowned, "Like... Like, sick?"

"No." Frank walked around Gerard in big but feeble steps and went to stand by the window, "Hot."

"Hot?" Gerard spun on his heel, "Like, feverish?"

"Yeah." Frank puffed out before he pulled his t-shirt off of his body and dropped it by his bag. He looked at Gerard again and blushed, ignoring the Alpha as he put his hand on his cheek to feel the temperature.

"Frank, if you're feeling sick, you can-" Gerard began and Frank put up a finger to silence him, the Alpha was about to argue when Frank nonchalantly pushed his shorts down to his ankles. Gerard's mouth dropped open a small amount as he sucked in a breath, "Fuck."

"Gerard, don't." Frank groaned and dismissed the Alpha with his hands, "I don't wanna hear it, I feel awful."

"Sorry, Frank. You're hot as fuck." Gerard hurried over and carefully ushered Frank to the mattress, watching the omega lay down before he squatted down beside him and brushed a stray lock from Frank's sweaty cheek.

Frank looked like he was about to complain, his face scrunched up with disdain when Gerard moved his hand away. Frank nodded and turned over onto his stomach, clutching the pillow under his chin as he pressed his head into the puffy cushion and let out a groan. Gerard sat down slowly on the wooden floor beside Frank with his legs crossed and looked at him with his head tilted. The omega peered up at Gerard with one eye before his head disappeared again, "Stop staring."

"Can't help it." Gerard muttered, "You're the most interesting thing in the room."

"Go blow your mom," Frank muttered with a scoff and Gerard let out a loud chuckle.

"Fuck off, you go and blow your mom. Asshole."

"Jerk." Frank rolled onto his side and looked up at Gerard, "I'm feeling better. Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Cooling down out here. Wayne had the fireplace going inside." Frank's face looked uncomfortable at the thought of the hearth that was burning in the house, "Too hot."

"You want some soda or something? I brought-"

"Gerard, I'm fine." Frank rolled his eyes, "I'm here to look after you, not the other way around. I don't need to be babied."

"You're right." Gerard brought his hands up, knowing that because of his upbringing, Frank hated being babied and looked after when he felt it wasn't necessary, "Sorry."

"Although..." Frank rolled his tongue around in his mouth for a moment and looked at Gerard, "Nuh-uh. It's fine."

"What, Frank? C'mon." Gerard urged and leaned in, "Tell me."

"I just... I could use some love right now." Frank shrugged and looked up at the ceiling. Gerard went onto his knees and moved forward to hover above Frank with a smug grin, "Oh, fuck off. Forget I said anything."

"Oh, no. I heard you. What was that, Iero?" Gerard climbed over Frank to lay beside him, his grin still wide, "You want some ol' Way love?"

"God, no. Kill me now." Frank sat up to get off the bed when Gerard wrapped a long arm around the omega to pull him back down. Frank landed on the mattress with a huff and he scowled darkly at the ceiling, "God damn it, Gerard."

"You're in for it now, Frankie. Come here." Gerard turned Frank onto his side with ease and pulled Frank against his chest. Frank was curled up in Gerard's arms with his back against Gerard's chest and he exhaled slowly, his body relaxing a fraction as Gerard began to scent Frank.

"I swear to god." Frank breathed out as Gerard ran his nose up and down over Frank's neck slowly, drawing out more scent as he let more of his scent out to relax the omega, "You're an idiot."

"I mean sure." Gerard replied, his voice soft and serene, "I'm always an idiot, but it's different."

"How the fuck is it different, dickhead?"

"I'm your idiot now," Gerard commented simply as he mouthed at Frank's scent glands and the sound that left Frank was a mix of a scoff and a sigh, a mix of annoyance and relief.

"A gift and a curse." Frank conceded after a moment of silence and then let out a snort, "You're scenting me and trying to relax me, and yet you still have your boner against my fucking kidneys, Gerard. Your brain and your balls need to come to an agreement."

"Oh, we have." Gerard murmured again before he pressed himself against Frank pointedly, "I'm trying to relax the shit out of you so I can hump the fuck out of you."

"Of course." Frank sighed as he pushed himself back slowly against Gerard, letting out another soft breath.

"Problema?" Gerard asked curiously as he nipped at Frank's neck and the omega let out a laugh.

"No hay problema, señor," Frank replied simply and Gerard let out a small laugh before he tugged on Frank's shoulder to lay him on his back. Gerard looked down at Frank with a smile before he began kissing over Frank's shoulder and up his neck again. Frank let out a small whimper as his head tilted aside, letting the Alpha into his neck. Gerard let out a low hum as he licked at the flushed skin, hearing Frank's breath hitch as his pulse picked up. Gerard began sucking on Frank's flesh, purposefully sucking to leave a mark. He knew it wasn't always easy to leave marks and it often took time, but time was something that Gerard currently held in abundance.

"Shit-" Frank barely managed to whisper out as a hand wrapped around the ridge of the mattress and the other stayed wedged between his and Gerard's bodies.

Gerard was already beyond words, his brain unable to begin the comprehension of language. He had already slipped into submission of the inner wolf that had been waiting all day for the moon to dance in the sky. He closed his eyes and began biting and nipping on the omega's throat and collarbones before the omega pawed at him restlessly. He did as he was being asked and rolled onto the petite omega, pressing his scorching body down onto the omega's own. The omega's hips lifted instantly to meet the Alpha, one of his knees lifted to bracket Gerard's body down against him.

Gerard let out a small growl at the silent plea and rocked his hips down, hearing his omega gasp pitch and rise in its volume. The omega's neatly clipped nails raked down his shoulders and back up, urging Gerard to keep going, their hips meeting in sync as they ground against each other.

Gerard lifted himself up to take the smaller wolf's hands and put them up on the pillow on either side of his head. The omega's legs wrapped around his waist and lifted himself up with a whine as Gerard continued to grind down against the omega.

"A-Alpha..." The small wolf gasped aloud as Gerard's grip on him tightened. Gerard leaned down to kiss him roughly, their mouths connecting in a primal kiss of lips and tongue and teeth.

The pretty omega came suddenly, surprisingly quickly, between the two of them. He cried out almost silently and rocked his hips up as he shot warm spurts over his own stomach. His head was thrown back in pleasure as the waves made his body tremble. Gerard looked at him, his hips still moving back and forth in a steady rhythm when the needy omega's body jerked back and he yelped. Gerard paused his movements as the omega tightened his legs around Gerard, his ankles locking. His omega pulled his arms from the Alpha's grip and pulled Gerard down to kiss him again in a rough manner. Gerard let out a gasp, feeling a hand tug on his curls as the other took his glasses and threw them aside. He pushed himself down against the omega, hearing him moan and whine at the feeling of the exquisite length that was pressed so deep against his hip.

"Please..." The breathless omega let out a low groan, his hips pushing up to gain any friction and Gerard was surprised to find that despite his previous climax, he was already hard again, "Pleasepleaseplease, Gee. It hurts."

Gerard sat up then, panting heavily, and he looked down at the desperate omega with his eyebrows knitted. He let out a whimper and looked at the Alpha from under hooded lids as a hand reached down between his legs to tease himself, his trembling hand running over his erection slowly. Gerard swallowed hard and shook his head, "Omega, you-you said-"

He vehemently shook his head, his short dark hair sticking to his forehead, "Don't care. Please."

"Shit." Gerard grunted, "Omega, I don't wanna hurt you."

"Shut up." The omega spat venomously and he forcibly kicked Gerard in the spine with his foot, "You fucking shut up. You better fucking shut your fucking mouth, Way, or I swear to fuck I'm gonna-"

Gerard gripped Frank by the front of his scalp and the omega let out a sudden yelp from the pain, "What are you gonna do, Iero? Go and fucking tell me then, asshole?"

Frank panted, his voice keening in his throat as his shoulders pulled tight to his neck to assimilate the pain in his head, "Just stop fucking talking and fucking fuck me."

"Are you fucking crazy?" Gerard let go of Frank's hair and sat up when Frank's legs moved from around Gerard and dropped to his sides. Gerard was about to protest when Frank let out a sudden wail and began to cry. Gerard jumped at the sudden flurry of tears before he picked Frank up and held him. Gerard sat on the mattress and pulled the blubbering omega into his lap.

"What the fuck's got into you, snot nose?" Gerard asked quietly and Frank merely shook his head and continued to cry in Gerard's neck, holding on to him weekly.

"I d-don't fucking know!" Frank hiccupped between sobs as he sat up and wrapped his legs around Gerard and held him close, "I-I couldn't help it."

"Christ, Frank." Gerard shushed him with a tender circle that was being rubbed into his back over and over, "Big old baby."

"Am not." Frank sniffed indignantly before he flicked Gerard on the shoulder.

"Well, yeah. You are." Gerard retorted simply and Frank let out an annoyed growl, "Them's the facts, man."

"Fuck off." He sniffed, "I'm not a baby, I'm no one's baby. Ever. Just because I cry, doesn't make me a 'baby'."

"Alright." Gerard soothed the heated omega that was now silently stewing and sulking in his lap, "No 'baby'."

"Good." Frank swallowed and closed his eyes as he sniffed again before he looked at Gerard with a sour face, "You're an asshole."

"Why?" Gerard asked with genuine surprise as Frank looked out of the window listlessly.

"I wanted you to do me and you said 'no'."

"I'll fucking break you in half, Frank. Now isn't the time for bravery no matter how horny you are." Gerard reminded the omega as he massaged his hip bones in a slow and sinuous manner. Frank closed his eyes and concentrated on the touch that he was receiving before he continued.

"Be that as it may, I still want you." Frank breathed out, "More than ever. I want what you have and I want you to give it to me. Every inch. Every single stride and I'm going to fucking take it. I'm going to fucking take it to the fucking knot and you, Mr. Way," Frank grabbed Gerard's hair and pulled his head back so that their eyes met in a dark gaze, "You are going to fucking do it because you're no damn pussy and you won't say no to me. And I know for a fucking fact that you're going to breed me like you want to."

Gerard was dead silent for the first time that day. He could barely react as the omega pressed their foreheads together, their heated bodies suddenly seeming so far from each other, "Don't make me fucking beg." He added in his voice only a notch softer in volume, "Don't make me think about it. I don't want to think. Shut me off. Off. All of it. Just give me all of you."

Gerard picked his omega up by the hips and put him back down on the mattress, his big hands pushing their legs open before he knelt between them, still unable to form correct or coherent sentences as the words played in his head over and over. He slid the omega down to meet him, pulling his hips up just enough for his ass to touch Gerard's thighs. He ran a hand down and glanced up to see his omega staring up at the ceiling with his lip between his teeth. Gerard slid two fingers even further down and was suddenly met with slick.

He looked up at his omega, who hadn't looked away from the rooftop, and back down as he slid two fingers into the omega with ease. The omega let out a moan of relief and moved his hips into the motion. Gerard let out a small moan at the feeling of his fingers being so entirely encased in the wet warmth. The smell that was rolling from his omega was intoxicating and it had Gerard's skin ablaze and frozen all at once. He pushed his fingers back in and out, watching the muscles in the small omega's stomach contract as waves of pleasure coursed through his system. He moaned with every small push into his body, the sound only had Gerard itching to replace his fingers with his own dick.

And it was as though his omega had read his mind. He reached down to paw at Gerard's arm, pulling at it before he pushed his hips closer to Gerard, grinding against him. Gerard pulled his fingers out, lifting his hand up to watch the slick as it rolled in rivulets down his palm. He went onto his knees and put the omega's legs around him, pressing the tip of his length against the slick hole.

He pushed forward, gritting his teeth at the initial resistance that met him. The omega merely relaxed into the movement, his body dipping into the mattress as Gerard pushed in. The moan that left the omega was indescribable. It was a beautiful broken and weak sound that tore from his throat at the exact moment that Gerard slid into him. His back lifted off of the bed, his head thrown back as his legs shook. His eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth gritted down into a grind. Gerard held himself up with one hand as the other reached down to slowly massage and tease the omega's pretty asshole. The smaller wolf was panting, his tanned chest rising and falling as though he had just run a mile.

Gerard continued to push in, his own body taut with the self-control that was stopping him from slamming into the omega in one fluid motion. The feeling was exquisite and way more primal than he had ever experienced- a ton more intimate. Gerard pushed in completely, his thighs pressed against the omega's ass, and he waited. His own breaths were short and shaky, his muscles tight and tense beneath his skin that seemed to be running rampant with magma beneath the surface.

"Please fucking move. Fuck- God. Shit-" The seemingly restless omega didn't even get an entire sentence out before Gerard had pulled out and slid back in, the movement was followed by a soft squelch as his body gushed lubricant to ease the ache and the intrusion that he craved. Gerard repeated the action, pulling out and thrusting in, watching the way his omega moved with him, watching the way his body pushed into the thrust to take it all and relish in it. Gerard picked up a faster pace as the omega's grip around him tightened, a feat on its own considering the sheer sweat that Gerard had on him. The little wolf came a second time, his body shuddering beneath the Alpha, coming untouched all over himself as he rode Gerard's length to heighten every single sensation that his orgasm would give.

Gerard leaned in, kissing the omega roughly, giving him a sense of wordless praise as he let out a low howl. The heated coil in his lower stomach was tightening with every push of his hips and with every sharp and pitchy moan that left the omega, his legs unhooked themselves from around Gerard midstroke, and they went around the Alpha's body to press against his chest. He looked up at Gerard with hooded and lustful eyes as he wrapped his arms around his thighs and held them down against his chest. The first strike at a new angle had the preening omega almost scream out and sob at the deep shove, the grueling rut of Gerard's hips only had his dick strike deeper and more sensitive places inside the omega. His toes curled and splayed out, his ankles crossing as Gerard put an arm over his omega's shins to push them down as well, his body physically driving the latter into the mattress as he thrust into him recklessly. His knees were soaked with honey-slick, the bed beneath them ringed in a dark spill of fluid.

The little wolf was practically sobbing, the noises that he was making moments before were now almost silent and incoherent, his body beyond the capability of trying to form words. He hit his release a third time, although his climax was dry and he didn't come, he was still whiplashed by a violent orgasm that had his body trembling uncontrollably and tears spilling from his eyes. Gerard hadn't looked away for a single second, his eyes never leaving his omega for a moment whether he stared in awe at the glorious faces that he made when he was rocked with pleasure or when he found himself staring at the point in which their bodies were attached. The latter was definitely a favorite and it was where he was currently looking, his eyes covered from view by the damp curls of his dark hair.

The filthy sounds of his length inside of the omega's cries over and over seemed to be the loudest in the room, the lewd wet slide that was almost washed out by their heavy panting and guttural noises. His ankles then locked themselves around Gerard's neck before he pulled his legs down and Gerard went with him. Their mouths connected in a sloppy, saliva-laden kiss of tongue and teeth as the omega moaned into Gerard's willing mouth. Gerard broke the kiss but kept himself pushed down against the omega, his hips were relentless and he was pounding into him at a ruthless pace that neither wanted to control.

Especially now that Gerard was practically on top of his omega, his body weighting the omega as he fucked into him. Gerard could feel his knot forming faster than he wanted and it was diminishing his movement severely. But he knew that just because he couldn't fuck hard, it didn't mean he could fuck fast. And that's what he did. He gripped the omega's thigh with a steady hand and sat up, his hips instantly picked up a faster pace, the sound of their bodies hitting together was as quick as a ticking second winder on a clock. Gerard's fingers dug into the soft flesh of the small wolf's outer thigh as he opened the omega's legs slightly wider for the access and the view. He let out a groan and turned, his teeth grazing brutishly over the omega's skinny inner ankle.

The spit that ran down the omega's leg towards his knee was a thick stream that trailed from Gerard's lips, his inner wolf taking over in his primal state. He wanted to come, his orgasm approaching almost as though it were an attacker easy to blitz attack him from around a corner. He let out a heavy snarl, his head thrown back on his shoulders as his omega punctuated the thrusts with short and breathy gasps.

"Oh-Oh Fuck- Alpha. Shit, Gerard wait." The omega suddenly yelped and Gerard glanced up at the omega's bright red face but made no indication of stopping, "Gerard, no. We can't- Oh fuck- oh fuckfuckfuck shit-" The pretty omega's head fell back into the pillow with a moan as Gerard's knot caught inside of him for a split second. Gerard gasped at the feeling, his entire body jolting at the sensation.

The omega looked down at him, "We can't. Gerard, no. I, fuck- fucking swear-" The omega was cut off again when Gerard pushed in and out quickly, teasing the omega with his knot, pushing the heavy intrusion against the omega's hole, grinding against him, "Ohmyfuckinggod." The omega gasped, his stomach lurching and tensing, coiling with unbearable pleasure at the feeling, "God, yes."

Gerard swiveled his hips, pressing himself against his omega as his knot stretched him out to capacity. He almost slid in entirely when he pulled back. The breathy omega let out a gasp and his eyes opened, "Fucking God. Gerard, please do it. I don't care." The omega panted heavily, "Knot me, Alpha- Fuck- Oh, fuck. Yesyesyes." His curled fists hit the mattress before his nails raked up over the material to fist into them as Gerard thrust into him quickly, chasing his release after he had pushed it back and edged away from it for a moment.

"Please." The omega almost sobbed, "Knot me. Breed me. I want it. Fuck- Oh." His thighs trembled as Gerard ground down into his prostate again. He ran his mouth over his omega's sweaty neck and ran his pouted lips up to the omega's ear, growling low. The small omega shivered and instantly turned, submitting weakly.

"Absolutely fucking not," Gerard whispered hoarsely as he pushed into Frank only a few times before he pulled out, stroking himself until he came with a heady moan and an earth-shattering orgasm. He fucked into his own fist as he came over Frank's cresting body. He seemed to climax for an eternity, moaning and calling to his omega as his Alpha load spilled out in excess. He sat back on his knees and ran his hands over Frank's inner thighs, marveling at their sheer strength. He looked up to see Frank bright red in the face and looking both blissed out and highly irritable. Somehow he managed to have that combination of two very different emotions on his face and Gerard found it highly amusing.

"What's with the sour puss there, small one?"

Frank didn't reply, his legs lowering down to Gerard's sides as they shook like literal hell. He pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before his arms dropped to his sides and he looked like a starfish covered in semen. The idea made Gerard crack up. He kneeled over Frank, arms on either side of the annoyed omega to look at him, "Yo."

"Don't 'yo' me after you've fucked me. Where the hell are your fucking manners?"

"My manners are in the same place that I shoved my dick." Gerard shrugged noncommittally, "My manners took a trip to visit yours because apparently, you're a fucking shithead after sex."

"Jump up your ass and die, Way. I'm a fucking delight." Frank seethed, "You'd be so fucking lucky, I swear-"

"Now Frank, dear." Gerard tutted his tongue, "What's gotten you so prickled?"

"You do."

"The fuck did I do now?" Gerard groaned slightly, "Was I not good enough for you, Your fucking Highness?"

"Shuddup, Gerard." Frank stated flatly, "You're too good. It's... Off-putting."

"I-" Gerard scratched his scalp as his face scrunched up, "What?"

"I'm fucking pissed at you because I'm pissed at me because I threw out every fucking moral just to have your dick in me and I was literally crying for you to knot me and I'm pissed off because I don't fucking regret a damn thing and I can't fucking understand why I'd be so lackadaisical about it!" Frank sat up, his lips taut in his usual angry manner, he looked up at Gerard, "Who the hell gave you the right, Way?"

"I was born with it." Gerard shrugged, "Like how some people are born good singers and shit."

"You're full of crap." Frank snorted and stuck a finger in his belly button to clean out the dam of Alpha secretion that had pooled in there. He grimaced and wiped it off on Gerard's chest.

"Thanks, Frankie."

"Always a pleasure. And don't fucking call me that."