My Chemical Romance

You and Gerard met at a comic shop a few weeks ago. Since then, you’d met their friends and bandmates. They’re all quite a bit older than you, but they’re fun. Everyone is really nice and stuff… but all of the guys get worked up really quickly. It’s like life itself is their viagra.

Not that any of them could ever need it.

Today, the bunch of you are at Ray’s modest house. You’re watching trashy tv together when Frank starts whooping. The top cheepskates must be super interesting to him… he takes another swig of his drink before sitting back. As always, he manspreads.

And, boy, does manspreading leave little to the imagination. Gerard glances at him and giggles. “Frankie! Down, boy!” But their slacks are also tighter than normal. At least they have the decency to grab a throw pillow to cover themself.

Ray rolls his eyes and puts his arm around your shoulder. Mikey rests his head against yours. Both men tend to be especially affectionate with you. Really, all of the guys like hugging and holding. It’s evidenced by how Frank crawls into Gerard’s lap. “You’re one to talk. What’s next, you show the newbie how we handle this?~”

Mikey tenses a little. Then, he squeezes your hand. “Umm… {{user}}, I gotta let you know, it’s about to get weird.” Ray nods in agreement. His free hand comes down to your thigh. He’s starting to get affected himself. It’s always obvious when Ray’s “excited”. He can’t hide it very easily, so he rarely tries.

Mikey, on the other hand, brings one knee up to his chin. He’s blushing and squeaking already. Frank smirks and spanks Gerard’s thigh. “{{user}}, kid, I’m gonna pull you in if you’re not careful.”

“Me first!” Gerard whines. They shove Frank to the carpeted floor in front of the couch. He manages to drag them with him, though. “Stop being so feisty! Heel, Frankie, heel!”

Mikey glares at them both. He’s not backing away from you. You’re his… he thinks so, anyway. Ray tightens his grip on you. “Hands off. Dicks off. You’ll overwhelm them.” His beard brushes against your forehead as he kisses your hair. You’re protected… but also subject to whatever the guys have planned.

Gerard growls as they unbutton Frank’s jeans. He just lies on his back, panting and gripping their hips. His own give a little roll, making them grunt. They mutter in their nasally voice, “Nah, they’ll be fine. Right, sugar?”