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By the time Gee runs out of steam, she realizes she’s been rambling for a good ten minutes without pause. Then again, who could blame her? Interdimensional travel between alternate universes? This is like some shit out of a comic book. Well, maybe an X-rated one.
The way Frankie is looking at her is unfortunately familiar. The slightly raised brows, the pursed lips, the concerned eyes—it’s the expression Gee wakes up to after a particularly rowdy bender where she knows she’s gonna be making the rounds apologizing for things she can’t remember. But this time, for once, she doesn’t deserve it.
Gee crosses her arms and leans back against the headboard. It creaks dangerously, but it wouldn’t be the first time they broke a motel bedframe—just in a less fun way. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m not looking at you like anything!”
“You are,” Gee insists. “Listen, I know it sounds like some crazy bad trip or something—”
Frankie shrugs and ashes her cigarette in an empty Red Bull can. “Sounds like a pretty good trip to me, actually. You think you could get me some?”
“It wasn’t pills! This time,” she amends. “I swear to God, it happened. It was real, I was there.”
“Okay, okay,” Frankie says. If anyone else talked to Gee like that, she’d assume they were humoring her. Never Frankie, though. Even when she’s fighting Gee tooth and nail, it’s never because she doesn’t believe her. “So, you got pulled into an alternate universe by some…witchy stuff.”
Gee nods. “One of the other versions of me found a spell or a ritual, I guess? And it summoned a bunch of us into one place.”
“Right.” Drag, exhale, ash. “And you, Miss Gertrude Way—”
“Ugh, don’t—”
“—got to go to an alternate universe,” Frankie continues without pausing, “and instead of like, cataloging all the differences between their world and ours, or unraveling the laws of magic and the multiverse like you’ve talked my ear off about a million times—all you did was fuck some twink?”
Gee splutters for a few seconds before she finally manages, “It wasn’t ‘some twink,’ fuck you.”
Frankie raises her eyebrows with a smirk. “Sounds like you already did.”
“Yeah, well, it’s because he wanted it,” Gee fires back. “Apparently, that’s just the way you are no matter what universe you’re in.”
“Aw, babe.” Frankie lazily drapes her free hand over her heart. “You wound me, you really do. You callin’ me a slut or something?”
Gee snorts. “Like that’s anything new.”
“Fuckin’ rude.” Frankie kicks at her shin. It’s halfhearted for Frankie, which means it’s probably still going to leave a bruise.
“What? I’m just saying the truth.” Gee hesitates and licks her lips before adding, “He liked it, too.”
It’s funny—Frankie is always restless, always moving, even when it’s almost imperceptible. Tapping her feet, shaking her knee, playing with whatever’s in reach of her hands. It always makes it painfully obvious when she goes completely still, like she does now.
“Yeah?” Frankie tries to pass off her tone as casual, but Gee can hear the current of curiosity running through the word.
Gee settles further down on the bed and crosses her hands behind her head. She can feel her Smiths shirt riding up—and she can feel Frankie’s eyes follow the movement. “Yeah. He liked all kinds of nasty shit. Just like you.”
“Like what?”
Gee turns her head and grins up at Frankie. She’s sitting straight up now and almost leaning over Gee as she stares hungrily, her eyes asking the questions her mouth won’t.
“I mean, the whole getting fucked by six people thing, for starters.” Gee reaches out and settles her hand over Frankie’s knee. Her thumb traces back and forth over the scraped-up skin she finds under the ripped denim. “I mean, I know we only talked about it like, in theory—”
Frankie huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, well, you haven’t summoned a harem of Gees to fuck me through the mattress.”
“Not yet,” Gee replies, then giggles when she hears Frankie swallow so hard it’s audible. “And I was the only Gee, really. All the others were…Gerards.” She pulls a face. She’s had a quarter of a century to make her peace with Gertrude, but Gerard? Seriously?
“And I was Frank.”
“Technically, yeah. I mean, you weren’t Francesca, obviously. But they all called him Frankie, too.” Gee smiles. “I think you’re just too you to really change between universes.”
Gee gets about a second to brace herself before she has a lapful of Frankie half-kissing her, half-whining, “You can’t just say shit like that.”
“What’re you gonna do about it?” They really shouldn’t keep trying to talk through the kisses, considering how much of Frankie’s teeth she’s getting, but it’s worth it when Frankie settles more firmly against her—as if she’s making a point by plastering herself to her girlfriend’s front.
Frankie shoves her face into the space between Gee’s neck and shoulder, where it’s a little clammy with sweat. “Tell me more. It’s like a tax for talking. You have to talk about what I want.”
“Oh, first you couldn’t believe I just fucked some twink and now you wanna know all about it?” Gee shifts her legs so Frankie is straddling one of her thighs, then presses a kiss to her temple. “Make up your mind, baby.”
Frankie groans and squirms against her. “Fucking—fine, whatever, you totally went to a different dimension and fucked my twink ass. Now, tell me about it.”
“You’re so easy,” Gee coos, petting Frankie’s hair. “Just like he was. All the—the ‘me’s, the Gerards? They were a little more hesitant, but you—he just wanted to get fucked so bad.”
Frankie lets out a slow, shaky breath against Gee’s neck. Her hips are starting to work back and forth, abortive little thrusts down into Gee’s thigh. “What—what’d he look like?”
“Just like you,” Gee answers honestly. “Different hair and makeup, but—fuck, he was pretty. Sides shaved and bleached, red eyeshadow all over the fuckin’ place. You’d look so fuckin’ good like that.”
Frankie makes a disgruntled noise, the one she always pulls out when Gee’s being too sweet too early and it’s making her self-conscious. “Tell me more about him.”
Gee rolls her eyes, but relents. “He could barely wait to get fucked. Climbed right on top of one of the Gerards and started begging for it before they even got their clothes off.” One of her hands trails down to Frankie’s ass and pulls their bodies tighter together. She lifts her hip slightly so Frankie has a better angle to grind her cunt against her thigh. “Sound familiar?”
“Fuck,” Frankie pants right into Gee’s ear. Gee can make out the sound of Frankie’s fists curling in the sheets, making the fabric creak and threaten to tear as she starts to fuck herself hard. “More, Gee, please—”
“Y’know what I did?” Gee pretends to wait for an answer even though Frankie is clearly preoccupied. “I bent him over in front of everybody and ate his pretty little ass.” She gives Frankie a spank she’ll be able to feel even through her jeans. “He liked it just as much as you do. Moaned and whined and kept trying to fuck himself on my tongue, like he needed to be filled up so bad—”
“Oh god, Gee—”
“I told him about you too,” Gee rambles, starting to get breathless with the effort of holding her hips steady so Frankie can rut against her like a dog. “Told him you like it when I eat your ass—didn’t get to tell him about how pretty you look with my mouth on your clit and my fingers stuffing both your holes, didn’t get to tell him what a slut you are for any way you can get it—”
“Fuck!” Frankie practically squeaks as she clamps her thighs tight around Gee’s and shakes apart. “Ohhh, fuck fuck fuck, Gee—”
God, even beyond the dirty talk, Gee loves how easy Frankie is. She loves that she can make her come with a little dry humping and dirty talk, and she loves that Frankie’s still going to let her play with her oversensitive body until she’s crying like a baby.
Before Frankie’s even stopped shuddering with the aftershocks of her first orgasm, Gee pushes at her shoulders and manhandles her onto her back. Her mouth is still slack with pleasure as Gee kisses her hungrily with too much tongue, all sloppy and filthy just the way she likes it. Frankie is uselessly limp, but Gee’s had enough practice handling her like this that she gets Frankie’s jeans and panties down without too much hassle.
When Gee slides her fingers down through dark curls to find Frankie’s cunt hot, swollen, and dripping wet, she has to bite down on Frankie’s shoulder to contain herself. She knows from experience that she turns Frankie on, that she’s good at getting her off, but feeling the proof soft and slick under her touch is a head rush as good as any pill.
At Gee’s touch, Frankie jolts back to life with a whimper. She squirms, arching her back and tilting her hips this way and that. All she accomplishes is smearing the mess between her thighs all over Gee’s hand.
“Jesus Christ,” Gee mutters. “Already came once and you’re already this desperate again?”
Frankie nods, her eyes clenched shut and her brow furrowed. “Uh-huh.”
It’s easy as anything to slide two fingers into Frankie. Gee gets a little jealous sometimes, how Frankie doesn’t have to start with one finger and go painstakingly slow—but then she gets to fingerfuck her girlfriend through the mattress, so it’s not like she can really complain.
“There you go,” Gee breathes as she sinks knuckle-deep. “Fuck, you take it so well, baby, like you were made to get fucked.”
Frankie lets out a choked groan and pulls her knees up, silently begging Gee for more. “Tell—tell me—”
It’s borderline incoherent, but Gee still understands what she wants. She pushes a third finger into Frankie, savoring the tight, hot clench of her, and says, “I didn’t get to fuck him like this. It’s a shame, ’cause with the way he was trying to ride my face, I bet I could’ve made him cry.” She curls her fingers deep inside, so far that it feels like Frankie’s body is trying to push her out, and Frankie lets out a shout before smacking her hands over her mouth. “Guess I’ll just have to do all of that to you instead, hm?”
Frankie gives a jerky nod of her head, her hands still clasped over her face. Even so, Gerard can hear the muffled, breathy whines getting stuck in her throat as she pounds her fingers into her. “He made such a mess, y’know,” Gee whispers. “Came all over himself just from taking one after another after another. Made me think of you, made me wanna be inside you, make you come all over my hand and my face and my cock—”
“Gee!” Frankie’s hands slap down on the bed and she holds onto the sheets like a lifeline. “Fucking Christ fucking please, oh god—”
“Please what?” Gee leans further over her, curling her in half so she’s fucking down into her cunt with filthy, wet noises. “Please make you come? Please fuck you until you make a mess? Please get a whole group to stuff their cocks into you, just fuckin’ use you, pump you full of come until you can’t even hold it in anymore—”
Frankie barely has the time to grab a pillow and shove it over her own face before she screams at her second orgasm. The sounds coming from her now are closer to sobs and her entire body is trembling like a leaf. Her hips keep jumping forward and then back again, like her body doesn’t know if it wants more of the sweet, painful pleasure or mercy.
“Shhh, I know,” Gee murmurs. “I know it hurts, baby. Feels good, right?”
Frankie lifts the pillow to reveal her tear-stained face and gives a wobbly nod. “Can you—?” Her voice cracks and she has to swallow and try again. “Can you fuck me now?”
“Can I—?” Arousal makes Gee’s mouth flood and she almost chokes on the words. “Fuck, yeah, I—yeah, hold on.”
It’s times like this that make Gee wish she’d just been born with a dick like all those Gerards she’d gotten to meet. Then she’d be able to shove her jeans down and slide right inside Frankie. The fact that she has to get up off the bed, kick her pants off, root around in her bag, fight with a harness, and then coerce her dick through the O-ring is killing her, especially with Frankie mewling and squirming on the bed.
By the time she’s clambering back onto the mattress, lube in hand, Frankie’s turned over onto her front and has one hand between her thighs. She’s grinding down against the heel of her palm, her fingers tracing over her wet folds before spreading them and letting Gee see where she’s pink and slightly open from getting fucked already.
Fuck, Gee needs to be inside her like, yesterday.
Frankie is almost definitely wet enough to take her just like this, but Gee still gives her dick a precautionary pump of lube and a few strokes before she kneels behind her. She gives Frankie’s ass a slap with her clean hand. “C’mon, get up here if you want it so bad.”
Frankie whines in complaint, but pushes up onto her knees and arches her back as she’s told. She’s at the perfect height for Gee to shuffle forward and slide the head of her cock over Frankie’s cunt. It’s an easy glide and Gee can feel the give where Frankie is open and desperate to be filled.
Gee’s dick may be silicone, but she can feel how tight Frankie is when she pushes in. She lays herself over Frankie’s back like a blanket and rolls her hips deep, until she can feel their hips pressed together stickily. “They fucked him like this, y’know.”
Frankie gasps and pushes her ass back further onto Gee’s cock. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Except it wasn’t enough for him.” Gee starts rocking her hips, giving Frankie the deep, steady strokes she loves so much. “So you know what we did?”
“What?” Frankie turns her head to look at Gee over her shoulder. The sight alone, with her pretty button nose and her flushed cheeks, makes Gee forget what she’s saying for a few seconds. It isn’t until Frankie prompts her with a please that she remembers herself.
Gee reaches around and traces Frankie’s wet, open lips with her fingers. “He needed something in his mouth too.”
“Jesus—” Frankie cuts herself off by sticking her tongue out and opening her mouth wider, trying to get Gee to properly put her fingers inside. With a face like that, how is Gee supposed to resist?
As soon as Gee’s fingers pass her lips, Frankie’s eyes flutter shut and she starts suckling with a muffled moan. She’s fucking herself back on Gee’s cock now, working between the fullness in her mouth and in her cunt and fucking Christ, Gee’s so turned on she’s throbbing in her panties.
“Fuck, you’re so needy,” she groans. “Just like him, taking it from both ends and dripping all over himself, so hungry for it. You’d take it anywhere, wouldn’t you? Don’t even care as long as you’re getting fucked, you’re such a slut for it—”
Frankie lets Gee’s fingers slip free from her mouth with a wet gasp. A string of spit stretches from Gee’s hand to her lips, then snaps as she grabs Gee’s wrist and shoves it back between them, babbling, “Put—put them in me, fuck, please please please—”
“Fucking hell.” Gee groans, partly with the effort of lifting her weight off Frankie and partly because her girlfriend is apparently trying to kill her. Up on her knees, she has the leverage to snap her hips forward and fuck Frankie so hard and deep it makes her yelp. “Where do you want ’em?”
“Anywhere.” Frankie’s voice hiccups with every deep stroke of Gee’s cock. “Just like you said, anywhere, just fuck me, god—”
And Frankie might be saying anywhere, but Gee knows exactly what she means. She works her mouth for a second, then spits—right onto Frankie’s asshole. It starts to drip down toward where thick, black silicone is splitting her open, but Gee catches it with the fingers she’d just had in Frankie’s mouth and circles her rim. Frankie’s already soaked even back here, first from coming in her pants and then from Gee folding her in half and fucking her—the spit just makes it feel a little filthier as Gee sinks her thumb into Frankie’s ass.
Frankie shoves her face into the sheets to muffle her wail, but Gee can feel how tightly she clamps down on just one finger.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Gee pants, starting to move her hips again. She can feel her cock inside Frankie like this, the thick pressure of it sliding in and out of her cunt, right against her thumb. “Fuck, you really are desperate for anything.” The image of Frankie laid out and filled up like this draws up a memory, and Gee half-laughs, half-moans. “When he was getting fucked—they were bigger. All their cocks were bigger than mine, and he just kept taking them and begging for more.”
A string of breathless fuck-fuck-fuck tears itself from Frankie’s lips. Her hips are uncoordinated—she must be exhausted by this point, with the way Gee’s wrung her out—but she shows no sign of slowing as she fucks herself hard onto Gee’s cock and thumb.
Gee grabs Frankie’s hip with her free hand and helps her move, dragging her back into each thrust. “God, look at you—just as needy as he was, ready to take whatever I give you. We gotta get you a bigger cock to ride, huh? I bet you could take it real easy, fuck you so deep you’d feel me for days. Maybe make you choke on another dick while I fuck you like this, yeah? Fill you up just like you need it, then maybe you wouldn’t be such a desperate slut all the time—”
Frankie’s entire body jackknifes as she comes again. She almost throws Gee off with her thrashing, but Gee grits her teeth and rides her hard through it with an unrelenting hand on her hip. God, she loves fucking her girl absolutely boneless and brainless. It’s so worth the chafing from the harness and the ache she’ll feel in her abs tomorrow.
When Frankie finally goes limp beneath her, Gee pulls out slowly and carefully. It still makes Frankie jump, but she doesn’t start whining and cursing, so Gee’s gonna take that as a win.
With a groan, Frankie rolls onto her back like it’s the most difficult task she’s ever faced. She’s pink and sweaty, her hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks in random curls. She’s so fucking gorgeous it makes Gee’s ribcage feel too small for her heart. “So,” Frankie rasps. “Izzat all you did with him?”
A giggle bursts out of Gee. Of course, Frankie isn’t done yet—she’s like the Energizer bunny of gay sex.
Gee yanks at her buckles and sloughs the harness and her panties off onto the floor, then crawls over to Frankie until she’s straddling that beautiful, blissed out face. “Want me to show you more?”
Frankie looks up at her with her sleepy doe eyes, licks her lips, and grins. “Fuck, yeah.”