Two weeks later

Frank couldn't believe it had taken two weeks to finally get him back here, two weeks of bribery, two weeks of complete and utter begging. Two weeks and he had finally conceded to them getting back together even though Frank fucked up so badly. He sat nervously in the lobby of the hotel, his breath coming out in shaking gasps as he tried to remember just how to breathe. He bit nervously on his thumbnail as he stared at the door, watching, waiting, and hoping for the one person he wanted to see.

The revolving door spun around with a soft whirr and Frank looked up in sheer desperation. His stomach dropped into his knees as he stood up, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he swallowed. Frank took in Ryan's appearance as he sauntered towards him, barely recognizable as the man he had broken up with almost two months prior. Ryan was dressed in something totally unexpected of him and it took Frank completely by surprise. He was wearing a pair of grey and black pinstriped slacks that were tight and fitted in the best of places, a pair of black half-done up boots on his feet, a black button-up that was tucked into the pants with white suspenders slung over his shoulders. He had on a pair of black cut off gloves, and a brown leather belt threaded through his pants that was purely for decoration. His brown curls were now straightened, edged, and wispy around his face with a newspaper-boy cap perched on his head in the same grey as his pants.

His brown eyes rimmed with thick and smokey black eyeliner that contrasted so well with his pale features. Frank stared in awe at his ex-boyfriend for a moment, watching as he came closer, walking with his usual air of confidence., "Hi..." Frank breathed out, "You look... What happened?"

"I decided to change myself up a bit after we broke up." Ryan shrugged, "New me for a new start."

"Well, I'll say." Frank muttered, "You look great, and I... Well, I look like shit right now."

"You've looked worse." Ryan chuckled as they stood facing each other, "You dyed your hair... It's black."

"Oh, yeah." Frank reached up to touch his newly refurbished head, going from the brown-and-blonde hair he had donned for years to this jet black spiky 'do for a change much like Ryan had done, but for a completely different person.

Ryan looked around the lavish lobby and raised an eyebrow, "Why're you here?"

"Let's... Let's go up and talk there. These people hate me." Frank eyed Camile behind the desk, who was eyeing him right back with disdain plastered to every wrinkled pore as she looked at his old Judas Priest t-shirt and his grey sweats.

"Fine." Ryan gestured to the elevator, "Lead the way."

"You're not ready for it." Frank muttered as he took Ryan by the hand and they walked to the set of elevators in the corner.

"This place is so spendy," Ryan commented as he looked around with his doe eyes sparkling, matching every polished surface threefold.

"You have no idea." Frank replied as they stepped into the marble-lined elevator, standing close together despite the interior being able to hold at least ten comfortable people. The elevator continued to climb as they grew closer, their hands still entwined between then as they stood in an awkward silence. Frank stared at the old-fashioned analog dial above the door that swung from side over to side as they went up floor by floor.

They finally reached the top floor when the door opened right into the suite with Frank pulling Ryan into the room slowly, the dead weight that Frank was tugging was an indication that Ryan was officially stunned by the outright and downright lavish and intense beauty of the huge room they stood in. Frank smiled, "Welcome."

"Jesus Christ." Ryan muttered under his breath as Frank stopped them, letting him look around before he decided to speak.

"Look, Ry, I-"

"Was I right?" Ryan turned and looked at Frank, pursing his lips with curiosity, "About... Him."

"You were." Frank admitted then, "About him and the grooming but... We weren't sleeping together then."

"Did you...?"

"We did." Frank looked away, "After you and I broke up, he and I... Anyway, it doesn't matter now. I- I realized how wrong I was about him and about us and I just... I realize my mistakes and I'm sorry."

"I know." Ryan took a step closer, their bodies inches apart, "I can see it in your eyes, Frankie."

"Would you- I mean, would you ever consider taking me back?"

"If I wasn't then I wouldn't be here."

"You mean it?" Frank asked meekly when Ryan leaned in, their lips connected in a kiss that knocked the breath out of Frank's lungs, a surprise of sparks winding him as his hands found their usual and comfortable spot on Ryan's hips, gripping and squeezing. Ryan deepened the kiss, threading his fingers into Frank's hair to pull him closer.

Frank's eyes shut instinctively as he slid his hands up, knocking the cap from Ryan's head, sending it to the floor as their tongues caressed one another's in a mess of familiar and new. Frank ran his hands down Ryan's neck and to his shoulders, pulling him down slightly as they stepped further into the suite, mouths never missing a beat in their practiced sync. Frank let out a small whimper as he tugged on Ryan's suspenders and pulled them down from his slender shoulders. It was then that Ryan slowly pulled away, panting out softly as he wiped his bottom lip with his thumb, "I just... Before we do anything, Frank. I just want to know something."

Frank nodded, "Anything."

"Am I just a rebound?"

"Wh- No." Frank frowned, "If-If anything then he was a rebound to get over you. I just... I fucked up, Ry."

"I'll say." Ryan muttered, eyeing Frank, "Okay, if I'm not a rebound... Prove it."

"Prove... How?"

"You decide." Ryan shrugged his shoulders as he stuck his hands in his pockets and bit on his lip when Frank mulled over the idea in his head before deciding on it.

"Okay..." Frank took Ryan by the shoulders and steered him over to the purple velvet chaise that was sitting in the living room, "Stay."

"Alright..." Ryan shrugged as he sat himself down, perching on the edge of the long armchair as Frank turned on his heel and jogged towards the dining room, grabbing the condensating bucket of ice with the champagne in it before he returned. He set it down on the small end table beside Ryan with his hands on his hips, gesturing with a small wave to the large silver bucket.

"There." He breathed, "If you were a rebound would I bring you a bottle of champagne worth a grand and a half?"

"Open it." Ryan instructed, eyeing the bottle as he slowly got up, "I'll get glasses, hmm?"

"Sure." Frank nodded as Ryan walked off towards the dining area. Frank sucked in a breath as he picked up the dark emerald bottle, examining its goldenseal and the dark burgundy foil and label.

"So what champagne are we breaking into?" Ryan asked simply as he reappeared with two glasses clasped in his fingers.

"This is a 1982 Krug Collection Vintage champagne." Frank cleared his throat, "It came in a wooden box when the guy brought it up for me."

"Oh, those are supposed to be pretty good," Ryan commented as he set the two glasses down as Frank grabbed onto the opening tab of the foil and unwrapped the cork. He pulled the wire cage from around the wooden stopper and set it down before he grabbed the towel that was laying in the handle of the bucket and wrapped it around the bottle before twisting it slowly, careful not to twist the cork as he held it still in his hand. The bottle opened with a loud pop and a grunt from Frank as it began to bubble to the top, with Frank holding over one of the crystal flute glasses on the table. He held it out, pouring them each a glass slowly as Ryan perched himself back down on the plush chaise.

"Here we go." Frank handed Ryan a flute of the bubbling alcohol before he took a sip of his own, a large gulp that had him reminiscent of honey and some fruit he just couldn't pinpoint, the smell of so many different notes that hit his useless nose.

"That is amazing champagne." Ryan commented as he swallowed another sip, "Mango, I think. Definitely tropical."

"Oh, yeah.." Frank shrugged as he downed the last of his glass and set it down before setting the champagne back in its bucket of ice.

"Well, I must be more than a rebound if you're willing to spend so much to impress me, Frank. You could have taken me to a sleazy motel." Ryan said as he took the last sip of his bubbly before he leaned over and set it down beside Frank's own. Frank looked down at Ryan with his lip between his teeth, holding his tongue as he realized that Ryan had thought he had rented this suite out just for the two of them and that he was, in fact, totally wrong. But Frank knew that if Ryan had any inkling of who had been in here before and who this even belonged to, Frank's chances were slimmer than second to none.

"Told you, babe." Frank smiled as Ryan sat up, sliding his fingers up to the neck of Frank's shirt before he grabbed it and pulled Frank down slowly to him, their mouths connecting, spit mingling with the tingles of alcohol.

Frank pushed himself between Ryan's legs, hands on his thighs as they kissed fervently on the armchair, bodies close and pressed and warm. Frank's one hand slid up Ryan's inner thigh and over his body to hold on to the back of the chair, keeping himself up as he ran his mouth in wet and sloppy kisses over Ryan's skin. Ryan let out a silent but still breathy gasp as Frank nipped at the flesh on his throat, sucking a dark purple mark into his while throat as Ryan's hands ran over Frank's form, pulling him ever closer.

Frank felt Ryan tugging at his shirt, pawing at the material in a clear sign that he recognized. Frank sat up, pulling his ratty old shirt up over his head before he flung it over the back of the chair onto the floor. Frank took advantage of his sitting position to look down at his ex-boyfriend beneath him in a panting mess. Frank sucked in a breath as he lifted each of Ryan's hands up one by one to remove his cut off gloves, sucking softly on his fingertips, watching the way his breath would hitch and his eyes widen before they fluttered closed.

Frank set Ryan's hand on the waistband of his sweatpants as he went for the buttons of Ryan's shirt, unbuttoning a few when he stopped and looked up at Ryan, who hadn't moved, "What?"

"Is- Is this really where you wanna do this?"

Frank paused, looking up instantly at the large king-size bed that stood at the far end of the suite; it's sheets inviting and just waiting to be ruined and tangled, "Fuck, no."

Frank scrambled up, pulling Ryan up into him, kissing him roughly, grabbing his ass as he stepped back in the direction of the bed. Frank made sure Ryan's suspenders were off of his shoulders completely and out of the way as he pulled at his tucked-in button-up, pulling it out of his pants before he unbuttoned it fully with fumbling fingers. Ryan managed to pull the cuffs from around his wrists as they shuffled closer to the bed, his shirt falling to the floor as he paused, toeing off his boots and kicking them aside.

Frank's feet crossed the floor as he pulled Ryan with him, their lips interlocked again in another fiery kiss. Frank let out a whimper as Ryan's hand grazed over the hard-on hidden in his sweats; an accidentally on purpose touch that had the goosebumps rise up on his arms. Frank pushed Ryan onto the bed carefully, lowering him down as his hands took hold of Ryan's brown leather belt, frowning as he impatiently unfastened it, unhooking the button to Ryan's grey slacks. Frank shuddered out a small whine as he bit on his lip and slid Ryan's pants down, latter lifting his hips complacently in aid of getting them both closer into the bed and with each other.

Frank leaned down with a knee wedged between Ryan's legs as Ryan lifted his hips, Frank's fingers tucking into Ryan's slacks to pull them down. Frank pulled them down around Ryan's calves before he tugged them off completely and threw them aside, looking down at his ex on the bed who was dressed in his socks and underwear.

Frank swallowed hard as he helped Ryan out of the last of his clothing, discarding the few items at his feet as he pushed his own pants down around his ankles, shimmying them down before he kicked and stumbled out of them. Frank leaned down over Ryan, kissing him breathily, their tongues messily sliding from mouth to mouth as Ryan wrapped his legs around Frank and pulled him down roughly. Frank let out a small moan in surprise at the way Ryan was with him, something new that he hadn't expected especially considering Ryan didn't really have a rough bone in his body. Frank looked down at himself for a second, swallowing as his butterflies returned and a flush smattered his cheeks as he caught Ryan's gaze.

"Frank Iero, are you nervous?" Ryan asked with a breathless chuckle as he shifted back on the bed and lay his head back on one of the pillows. Frank let out a snort in reply that he was so obvious, waving a hand as he climbed onto the mattress.

"Me? No..." Frank trailed off when he sat up, clearing his throat as a small smile spread on his face. Frank lay himself down between Ryan's legs, pressing himself against Ryan's body, testing the waters as he rolled his hips down against him. Frank let out a small moan at the friction of skin against skin, the slick of Ryan's smooth body against his own was more than orgasmic, the feel of the familiar and the closeness of someone he knew. Frank pressed himself against Ryan, feeling a slim leg wrap around his hips and pull him even closer when he stilled, his lips an inch away. Frank froze, realizing that perhaps this wasn't what he wanted and the way he wanted it. The only issue he faced was that he couldn't figure out how to bring it up to someone who was so adamant and set in their ways.

"R-Ry..." Frank muttered, biting on his lip, "I, um..."

"What?" Ryan asked as he ran his hands up Frank's shoulders and his neck, running his fingers through Frank's dark hair.

"I know you don't ever- uh- 'Do'... But, I was just- I mean, would you..." Frank cleared his throat.

"Would I what?" Ryan smiled sweetly and Frank sighed, realizing just how hard it was to ask when it wasn't Gerard practically forcing him to speak.

"Well, I-I mean... Maybe we could switch things up, like, you could..." Frank shrugged as he sat up.

"You mean like this?" Ryan asked as he took Frank by the hips and steadily rolled them both over until he was leaning over Frank with a smile.

"Just like that..." Frank breathed out, watching in awe as Ryan lifted one of his legs and sat beneath them, running a hand through his chestnut locks before he lowered himself down, their mouths melting together as Frank instinctively lifted himself up and shifted down on the bed to wrap his thighs around Ryan's skinny waist.

"Is this all you wanted?" Ryan crooned as his mouth ran in sloppy kisses over Frank's jaw and his neck as Frank ran his hands up and down the planes of Ryan's back. Frank let out a small whimper in response as he tilted his head back, nodding profusely as the wet marks left on his skin were sending rivulets of pleasure through his system.

"All I wanted." Frank breathed out his response as he rolled his hips up, rutting against Ryan in desperation, his body coming to the realization that he was going to get what he wanted.

Frank let out a small hum as Ryan's mouth skated over his clavicle before he sat up and looked down, "Do you have any... Y'know."

"Oh, yeah," Frank muttered as he sat up, resting on his elbow as he reached over under the pillow that sat beside his usual spot, digging under the cushion to grab the bottle of lube that he had procured for himself. It was only after he left that he realized he had left his one-and-only dildo with Gerard and that he had only brought his barely-used peach lube. Needless to say, it was in Frank's best ideology to wank his problems away; it worked the first three times before he started feeling nauseous and on the verge of tears despite the boner that he was sporting with no one else to blame but himself.

Frank handed Ryan the half-empty bottle of lube and Ryan eyed it before he opened the cap and took a small sniff, chuckling at the scent before he squirted a small dollop onto his two fingers, swirling it around with his thumb before Frank closed his eyes. He waited for the feel, waited for Ryan's fingers inside of him, anticipating the initial pressure and stinging burn from the stretch of Ryan's lengthy digits. Frank couldn't deny that he used to find himself staring at Ryan's hands on an often occasion at the most random of times when they were together, fantasizing about what it would be like if Ryan would ever agree to topping- If he would ever agree to switch.

Frank felt both of Ryan's fingers slide in and he let out a gasp, whining when he frowned; as good as it was and as satisfied as Frank felt about finally getting to feel Ryan inside of him, prepping wasn't enough. He shifted, opening his eyes to look down at Ryan, his tongue stud bar between his teeth.

"N-No prep..." He sighed out, awkwardly lifting a hand to run his fingers through his hair, pushing his sweaty locks from his face.

"None?" Ryan frowned, "Won't that hurt?"

"Fuck, yeah..." Frank nodded, "I hope so."

"You sure?" Ryan slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving Frank feeling super empty with a soft whine hindering in the back of his throat.

"Please, Ry." Frank whimpered pleadingly, "Please..."

Ryan merely smiled in reply as he picked up the bottle of lube and squirted some in his palm before he wrapped those very fingers around his dick, stroking himself slowly. Frank watched in awe at Ryan, watching him as he lubed himself up with a skill to his slick fingers and an adeptness in every fibrous movement.

Frank let out a whimper as Ryan leaned over him, his legs lifting up as he kept him close and waited, sweaty foreheads pressed together. Ryan's hips pushed forward, his dick pushing against Frank with the blunt burn that would definitely not dissipate despite the lube that Ryan had used. Ryan pushed in slowly, a hand sliding underneath Frank's hips to lift him up and make it easier for them both. Frank hooked his ankles tighter around Ryan's hips and used him to keep himself up, his hands fisting in Ryan's hair.

"Oh... Fuck-" Frank gasped, gritting his teeth in agony as Ryan pushed in an inch or so more, filling Frank up until his toes curled. He let out another short gasp of a breath as Ryan slid in, taking his time to have Frank feel every inch. Which he definitely did. Frank was definitely so overly aware that Ryan's dick wasn't the biggest he'd ever had in his ass before, but that definitely didn't stop him from enjoying the thickness that compensated for the length.

Ryan bottomed out, pushing in all the way until he was completely flush with Frank, their bodies in a heated tangle as sloppy mouths locked together and hips moved in a synced rhythm together. Ryan let out a hiss of breath through his teeth, a sharp intake that followed as Frank did his best to relax against the thickened intrusion that he so badly sought after. Frank's one hand slipped between them, running over himself, the tips of his fingers feeling Ryan's slicked length sliding in and out of his body.

Frank's body was running rampant with every feeling imaginable, from the good to the bad and back again. He felt like his body was on fire and he felt every nerve ending singing as well as the vast amounts of guilt and shame that were mingling and mixing in the back of his skull like some tormenting witch's brew. He gasped, hiking his leg up even further as Ryan's pace drew quicker into a steady rhythm for the two of them as they slid across the sheets. Frank grabbed Ryan and gave him a sloppy and distracted kiss, his body too focused on chasing its own selfish release. Frank held on to Ryan's shoulders, nails digging hard as he panted and moaned, whimpering his lover's name in a babbled breath.

Frank rolled his hips in sync with Ryan as the latter sped up, his hips snapping forward and back as though he were being pushed and pulled unto his own accord, his body taking him on his own erotic chase rather than vice versa. A soft gasp left Ryan's lips a few moments later, the soft sound that Frank knew to be Ryan's teetering noise, the noise that Frank would chase after. Frank merely pulled Ryan closer, wrapping his arms around Ryan to hold him as their lower bodies met in sync. Frank nipped at Ryan's neck, whining as his toes curled and his thighs clenched, groaning at the intensity. Frank found it astounding and surprising at this change in his old boyfriend, initial confusion now melding into sheer desperation.

Frank let out a groan, feeling Ryan pressed so tight against him as he came buried in Frank, his body shuddering as soft and short breaths left him, his hips stuttering as he rode out his own orgasm. Frank panted, his cheeks hot, hotter than the rest of his skin, his limbs feeling like lead and weightless cloud at the same time. He was so close, so close to his own release as he rocked himself on Ryan slowly. Ryan shifted, holding himself up a bit when he looked down at Frank, leaning in to press his forehead against the latter.

"If you'll wait a minute then I'd be more than happy to finish you off." Ryan whispered softly and Frank nodded eagerly; he'd wait hours if he had to for Ryan, "That's what I was hoping for."

Ryan pulled out carefully, turning on his side as he slid from between Frank's thighs to lay beside him, pink cheek laying on Frank's bicep, "Fuck..." Frank muttered softly, staring up at the ornate ceiling, "That's new."

"It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"We both got what we wanted, then." Ryan ran a fingertip over Frank's bicep tattoo as Frank lay in the bed with Ryan laying beside him, both panting and sweaty and completely fucked out. Frank smiled lazily, wiping his hair from his forehead, the damp strands clinging to his slick fingertips. He chuckled, looking at Ryan, who was smiling all the same.

"I didn't think you'd like... That." Frank managed once he had regained his voice.

"Well, I did." Ryan stated as he got up and out of the bed, rolling out of Frank's arms to grab his pants and his underwear.

"What are you-?"

"Tell me, Frank," Ryan asked as he pulled his grey pants back up, his hands on his hips, "How does it feel?"

"How- Ow- Does what feel?" Frank asked as he slowly sat up, wincing at the pain in his ass.

"How does it feel to be used and thrown away?" Ryan asked as he walked over to his shirt and scooped it up, "How does it feel to have your hopes brought up before they're dashed in front of your very eyes? How does it feel to realize that the one 'someone' you thought you had a chance with doesn't even want you?"

"I-" Frank was astounded as he watched Ryan pull on his shirt and grab his suspenders and his hat from the chaise.

"You really think I'd want you back after everything you did to me? You really think I was desperate enough to go back to you even after you admitted I was right?" Ryan picked up his shoes, "Or, do you think that much of yourself that that doesn't even matter?"

"Ry, I-"

"You think so much of yourself, don't you?" Ryan asked as he grabbed his boots, "I bet that's his fault."

"His fault?" Frank sat up as Ryan scoffed.

"That politician of yours. I bet you had him in your little pocket, didn't you?" Ryan asked simply, "I bet you did everything he wanted and I bet you got praise every time. Now look at you, it's gone to your head and you can barely function anymore. I don't even know who you are anymore and, frankly, I don't want to."

"Then why...?" Frank asked as he pushed back the prick of tears, watching Ryan walk to the door and press the button for the elevator.

"Because I wanted you to know how it felt. How I felt. I wanted you to hurt and every time you did, I wanted you to think of me." Ryan stepped into the elevator as the doors opened, he turned and looked at Frank from across the suite, "And I hope you jump up your own ass and die, Frank Iero."

The doors closed a second after that, leaving Frank still draped in the sheets and the mess he had made of his life. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, his hopes were certainly more than dashed now that Ryan had made it abundantly clear how he felt and Frank was now more alone than ever.