repost from my old account

☆// your skin looked blue in the television light. your teeth looked yellow //☆

-richard siken

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Frank Iero was my best friend.

We had been friends as long as we could remember and I knew everything about him. His parents loved me and his dogs probably knew me by name.

He would never hide anything from me.

I was hiding only one thing from him-- I fucking loved him with all of myself. Probably in a creepy way. I'd watched him get changed in the locker room once and my eyes caught a glimpse of his ass. It was the first time I realized exactly how I felt about Frankie.

I stayed after in the gym every day then, making it a point to watch Frank (back then I didn't realize how creepy that sounded) and not have him wait for me. I told him I'd catch up and then go to a shower or a stall, getting off to a plethora of images I had-- particularly pinning little Frankie down and fucking him until he couldn't move.

But we were adults now and there was no room for childishly wishing on stars that maybe one day I'd be able to love Frank freely.

So I jacked off. A lot.

Almost every time I saw Frank. I felt so bad about it, too, jacking off to my best friend. At least I felt bad at first.

That is, until the day that I figured out exactly how much he liked the attention-- possibly even liked the thought of people jacking off to him.

I had just come home from practice with the guys and I was hard, thinking about Frank, of course. I needed to get off and do it fast because I had no time to tease myself with this. I got out my phone as soon as I was in my house, nearly slamming the door behind me and rushing up to my room. I flopped down on my bed and kicked off my pants, scrolling through gay porn.

I stopped on a video I particularly liked, which was some cheesy title along the lines of "Little tattooed femboy fucked rough and screams." The grammar wasn't even close to correct, but I couldn't think about that, because holy fuck, that sounded fucking perfect.

It wasn't professionally done, I could tell as soon as I clicked on it. There was a man in a suit (buff, mildly good looking) walking over to a couch and taking off his jacket. He mumbled a gruff, "Come 'ere" and motioned to someone off-camera.

I shoved my hand into my boxers, palming myself as the other person came onscreen. I couldn't see his face yet, but he was wearing a white long-sleeved sweater (cutely pulled up over his hands) and a black flowy skirt that showed his legs-- covered in tattoos and topped off with thigh-highs and garters.

I moaned and palmed myself slowly, eyes fixated on the smaller boy. Without seeing his face, I could pretend the boy was Frankie-- dressed up all slutty and ready to submit.

At the realization, I took my hardened cock in my hand and moaned again, stroking at a moderate pace. It was still slow, but I bucked up into my hand nonetheless.

The two men began kissing, roaming their hands on each other's bodies as the smaller actor whined into the kiss.

I moved my hand faster at the breathy noise and groaned. It was so easy to pretend that the small boy was Frank. He had hand tattoos (too far away to make out what they were, but they looked almost identical to Frank's) and leg tattoos; He had a similar body shape.

My eyes shut on instinct thinking about Frank and I covered my mouth with my free hand, moaning into it. When I looked back at the screen, the taller actor pushed the little one onto the couch and my heart fucking stopped in my chest.

Frankie-- my best friend-- was pushed down against a leather couch, getting his shirt slid off while whining like a whore.

My best friend was a fucking pornstar.

My brain almost rejected the idea entirely. The fucking porn name was 'Prince in Pink.' It must have just been another heavily tattooed gay man that looked exactly like Frank. That was the only way I could explain this. There was no way it was real, right?

When reality set in that, yes, Frank Iero was definitely a slutty femboy pornstar going under the alias 'Prince in Pink,' the guilt set in that I was so fucking turned on by it. I was hard and leaking in my boxers as Frank lay on the little couch in all his glory, getting his cock teased under his skirt by another man.

My guilt subsided almost immediately when I realized-- this was his career. This is what he wanted. Frankie wanted people to jerk off to him, I was doing the only logical thing.

Yeah, this is fine.

Besides, I wanted to see how this played out.

And with that thought, my hand was moving again as I replaced the man in the video with myself in my own mind. The buffer guy was taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor before he sort of picked Frank up, repositioning him so that he was leaning with his hands on the back of the couch, back facing the camera.

Suddenly, the skirt was flipped up and I had to cover my mouth again at the sight. I was moaning into my hand again as my other hand moved faster than before. He was wearing white fucking lace panties, a pair that barely covered his ass. The tall man brought his hand down hard against Frank's exposed asscheek and the little boy's hips stuttered as he moaned softly.

"Mh, fuck yes," Frankie moaned breathily and almost inaudibly, but the sound had my hand moving like a blur and my eyes screwing shut.

I was too close to stop, but I didn't want to cum like a bitch while the video was still in foreplay, so I skipped forward to the taller actor getting naked and taking Frank's skirt off, leaving him in just panties and garters. The man was laying down on the couch in only boxers, hands on Frankie's pale hips as the boy above him moaned and squirmed, grinding and rolling his hips down against the other.

It was almost too hot for me to handle, which left me slamming my hand back against my mouth and moaning loudly into it as I bucked my hips into my hand. I skipped forward again to be met with the larger man bending Frank over the table, making the bright hazel eyes and blushing face meet the camera.

Frankie's face contorted lustfully as a smack was dealt to his ass, his head falling forward with yet another smack. His hair was pulled back and he gasped, the panties being tugged down to his thighs.

"Fuck," The word flew from my mouth as the coil in my stomach tightened upon seeing Frankie's cock, hard and ready against his stomach. He was bent back over then, his elbows against the glass table.

Before I knew it, the man behind Frankie was pushing into the boy, making him whimper and scratch his blunt nails on the glass table. Seeing Frank like this was too much, so as hard as it was, I slowed my hand down to watch Frank be fucked by the larger actor.

"Fuck, ah--" Frank's eyes were screwed shut, his mouth dropping open when the other man went faster, gripping at Frank's throat lightly.

"Tell everyone how this feels, princess," The top said gruffly.

"Mmm," Frankie wore a smirk and looked innocently into the camera. "Feels s-so fucking g-good in me. Oh--! Harder..."

I was really grateful now for the fact I had slowed down, because I could have come at that moment, hearing my best friend's wrecked voice and seeing his blissed-out, lust-filled eyes staring into the camera.

The top made a grunt of approval, complying with Frank's demands and speeding up, slamming into his little fuck toy.

Frank was moaning like a whore and my hand sped up, tightening the knot in my stomach again. I was close, but I could tell the men on screen were as well.

"Gonna fucking cum--!" Frank was almost screaming, his nails digging into the table. "A-ah!"

Fuck, he was going to cum untouched.

I groaned and bucked into my hand, practically fucking my fist.

"Go on and cum, slut," The top spat, and his demand was met almost immediately.

Frankie screamed out, almost at the top of his lungs, about how good it felt as he released, the sticky substance spurting across the glass table.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I mumbled into my hand as I reached my peak, the sight of Frank fueling the high. "Oh my god--"

I came all over my stomach and chest as I watched Frank get fucked through his orgasm, fingers scratching at the table and whining pathetically.

The top came inside him and I clicked out of the video, going to 'Prince in Pink's' profile. There was a page full of videos of Frank. Frank getting fucked by two guys, Frank roleplaying as a maid, Frank masturbating in fucking lingerie.

As bad as I felt while doing it, I screenshotted some of the dirty lingerie pictures of Frank, while also screenshotting his profile, 'cause fuck if the guy didn't have some explaining to do. Before I could even stop myself, I was exiting pornhub and entering my contacts. I clicked on Frank's name and sent him the picture of his profile.

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Gee: Image Attached

Gee: What in the fuck???

Frank: what is it

Gee: Don't play this bullshit

Gee: You know what porn looks like

Gee: You should at least know what your porn looks like

Frank: i don't know what the fuck that is

Frank: it's not me

Gee: Frank, I literally just beat my dick to this shit and you're going to tell me it's not you?

Frank: did you

Frank: did you fucking jerk off to me?

Gee: I fucking knew it was you, you little bastard

Frank: did you fucking jerk. off. to. me???

Gee: Sorry, what?

Gee: I don't speak twink.

Frank: you'll probably understand better if you skype me

Frank: just a thought

Gee: Fuck you

Frank: mm, when and where?

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I read the message in shock, and before I could think of a reply, a Skype call was coming through on my computer. My heart almost stopped for the second time that day and I answered the call, trying to act nonchalant as Frank's face popped up on the screen.

"Hi, there!" He was overly giddy as he greeted me.

"Hey," I said back, noticing that he smirked like a bitch when he realized I was shirtless.

"Which video was it?" Frank squirmed around a bit, resting his hands in his lap in a dangerously submissive position.

"I--" I was shocked at his forwardness, but answered honestly. "The-- the one about the tattooed femboy getting fucked and uh-- screaming?"

It came out as a question, but Frank understood and he bit his lip, "Yeah, that's one of my favorites." Holy fuck. This boy was going to be the death of me.

"Did you like it?" Frank questioned.

What was this, a fucking porn survey? My best friend was asking me if I liked watching him get fucking railed over a glass table.

"I dunno, you tell me," I tilted my screen down so that the camera was pointing to my stomach (which was, consequently, covered in my own cum). I tilted the screen back up.

"Mm," Frank made a noise of approval and looked delighted in some sick way. "Did you get off on me, Gee?"

I didn't know how to answer that, and I had to look away because that sentence shouldn't have been that hot coming from his mouth. Luckily, though, I didn't have to answer, because Frank was moving on to the next question.

"Yeah?" He inquired, licking his lips. "What was your favorite part?"

"Watching you cum all over that glass table," I said without hesitation, hoping to deflect some of the attention off of me and onto Frank.

"Yeah?" Frank repeated, squirming again. His voice raised half a pitch and I almost didn't notice. "You liked watching me cum?"

I caught the needy tone behind his voice. The answer was yes, obviously, so I slowly nodded my head and watched Frank bite at his thumbnail.

"D'you wanna see me do it again?" He asked timidly, eyes darkening.

"Fuck," I was almost whispering. "Yeah."

Frank threw off his shirt. I stared shamelessly at his inked chest and for the first time since watching the video, my brain didn't even separate the idea of Frank and the pornstar from the video. I was about to have phone sex with my best friend, a pornstar.

"Hey, Gee?" Frank giggled, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah?" I croaked, my throat dry.

"Gonna tell me what you want me to do, sir?"

Jesus fuck. And just like that, I started to get hard again.

"Oh my god," I mumbled. "C'mon and take your pants off, baby."

"Mmm, baby, huh?" Frank breathed almost absentmindedly as he arched his back, making it easier to slip his pants off. "I think I could get used to that."

For some reason, another thing I wasn't expecting was for him to be wearing panties like he was in the video. Sure, it was his job, but I didn't think he liked it. I was proven wrong as my eyes caught hold of the dark red silk holding Frankie's hips.

"You fucking like wearing panties, huh?" I breathed out. "God, you're a slut."

"Mh, fuck yes," Frank seemed to definitely like the name-- it was evident when he squeezed his thighs together slightly. "Love walking around in these, especially when I'm around you, knowing I'm the only one that knows."

"Fucking whore," I wasn't touching myself yet, but I couldn't help getting harder with every word that came out of his filthy mouth. "Don't take them off, but start touching yourself."

"Yes, sir," Frank brought his hand down and started palming himself, keening softly as I watched him get harder under his own touch. "Mh--"

I finally brought my own hand down as well, stroking my cock slowly as I watched Frank work his hand against himself. He couldn't see my bottom half, but I was becoming increasingly tired of the little piece of fabric keeping me from what I wanted to see most.

"C'mon, sugar," I grunted. "Why don't you go ahead and show me?"

"Yes, sir," Frank whined, pulling down the waistline on his panties slowly and deliberately.

I growled and Frank looked up at me, shocked, before getting the picture and quickly stripping himself of his panties.

I groaned at the sight of Frank's previously hidden cock, beautifully perched on his lower stomach and leaking softly from the tip. He tentatively curled his fingers around it, stroking softly.

"Good boy," I praised, scooting my computer back just slightly, enough that if I tilted the screen down just a bit, I could get both my face and my cock into view.

Frankie gasped as I tilted the screen down and he could see my hand moving slowly around my hard dick. I didn't miss the way his breath stuttered and his hand started moving faster (barely enough to notice, actually).

"Fuck, Gee," Frank whimpered, and it sounded so real, so fucking real, that I groaned along with him as I was brought back to reality.

"Yeah," I licked my lips. "Alright, baby, that's enough. Fingers in your mouth. And move onto your knees so I can see your pretty ass in the air and look at your gorgeous face when you fuck yourself."

I didn't even have control of my mouth at this point, I was just saying what I wanted and I couldn't stop. I was glad for that, though, because Frank moaned softly as he slid three fingers between his lips. I could see how experienced he was with this, too, because his fingers didn't move. He started bobbing his head softly and slicking up his fingers, making soft noises around the digits.

I moaned and moved my hand faster, opening my mouth to speak again. "Come on, baby, wanna watch you ride your fingers like a fucking whore."

Frank moaned and slid the fingers out of his mouth, leaving a trail of spit that made me moan slightly. The boy's hand disappeared behind him and I watched eagerly. He pressed two fingers against his entrance, biting down on his lip ring and sliding the fingers in, biting down harder as he whimpered.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Frank chanted out, gasping and moving back against his fingers.

I moaned out right along with him, praises spilling from my parted lips. "So fucking good, baby, just like that. So pretty when you finger yourself. Deeper, baby, I know you can take it."

Frank shoved his fingers deep inside himself and moaned like a whore. I knew he had found that perfect spot inside of him and he kept hitting it over and over again. He couldn't close his fucking mouth if he tried, he just entered another finger and started getting louder.

My hand was moving quickly now and my gut twinged when Frank spoke between whorish moans, "Not gonna-- ah, ah-- fucking be able to-- mh, fuck-- control myself around you anymore. O-oh my god, fuck!"

Now I was a fucking goner, really, I couldn't control myself anymore. I bucked up into my hand and moaned out, "Yes, yes, fuck-- Can't wait to see you again. Gonna fucking-- pin you to a wall and make you hump me like a fucking bitch."

"Your bitch--" Frankie's moans were high-pitched and I knew he was getting close. I was grateful for that, god, because so was I. It was too fucking much. He was bucking back onto his fingers and rolling his hips, shivers erupting, and making his whole body tremble.

"Oh, fuck," I grunted. "Frankie, god, say my fucking name."

"Ah-- ah!" Frank squealed out. "Gerard! Gee, fuck-- so fucking-- I'm-- ah, oh god, cumming, cumming--"

I could just barely see it because of the way his body was hunched, but my stomach twinged when I watched Frank's face contort in pleasure and cum spurt from his cock rapidly, painting his sheets. He wouldn't shut up, just kept moaning and shaking and saying my name.

My vision went white and I threw my head back, fucking up into my hand once, twice, and then I was coming undone. I came into my fist and groaned out, "Frankie, fuck..." as I rode my high.

When I came down, I looked at the screen through my half-lidded eyes and smiled softly.

"Mh," Frank was slumped forward, eyes closed with a goofy grin. "Can't fucking believe..." He trailed off.

"Can't fucking believe you're a pornstar and you still get tired after you cum," I chuckled.

"You didn't let me finish."

"Baby, I helped you finish."

"My sentence, you nugget head," Frank's face scrunched up as he giggled. "I was gonna say I can't believe you wanted me this whole time. I'm so fucking dense."

"A little bit," I smiled. "But then again, I didn't even know you were gay and here you are, prancing around in lace panties getting fucked in the ass on a regular basis."

Frank laughed out loud then, "Okay, you win."

"You gonna get into a more comfy position or are you totally chill with your perky little ass just up in the air like that?"

"You really get used to being in this position after a while," Frank joked, but flipped over and laid down anyway. "God, you're fucking huge. I'm such a size queen, fuck, I can't fucking wait 'til our next practice. Gonna take you for a fuckin' test drive--"

Frank was rambling, mindlessly fucked-out, and I was a blushing maniac behind the camera, my ego swelling maybe a little bit.

Fuck, I couldn't wait either.