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fic: Caught--mcr. adult. frank/jamia
title Caught
author: lisa roquin
fandom:MCR
rating adult.
pairing/characters: Frank/Jamia
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of their personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
summary: Jamia gets a surprise when she gets home two days early.
warning het, toy
word count: ~1900



Home.

For once. Frank really wasn't all that thrilled to be home. Jamia was on the road with Skeleton Crew business, not supposed to be home for another two days, which sucked because they only had all of five days break in touring, not worth going home really if they hadn't been in Boston with the last show before the short break. Instead of going on to Florida to catch the start of the six-week festival tour they were doing, and stayed down there in a hotel which they probably would have done otherwise, if the ending had been further from home. They'd headed home to New Jersey being so close.

"You good? There's food and shit, I think. Should be," Frank waved toward the kitchen.

"I want a shower and bed."

"I hear ya. Just you know. Make yourself at home. Shower and bed for me." He pointed in the direction of the guest room and guest bathroom and didn't worry much about being a good host. It was Bob for fuck's sake. Bob. Bob wasn't company he was freaking Bob so who cared if Bob thought he was an ass.

Frank supposed the break sucked worst for Bob. Because he was with Frank half of it, then getting shipped over to Gerard's because Lyn was leaving the next night for Europe. But at least he got in two days and a night at home with his wife. Ray and Mikey weren't likely to surface until it was time to hop the plane to Florida. Alicia and Christa were both home all five days they were.

The shower felt fucking awesome. It had been two weeks since the last hotel night and a decent one, and yeah, since Gerard and Mikey had bothered with much resembling hygiene. It was really kind of surprising any of them had any ability to smell left but he noticed it when he hit the house, the smell of the bus, of the road on him and his clothes.

He flopped into bed naked, not giving a rat's ass the bedroom door was still mostly open, exhaustion hitting somewhere beyond sleep, buzzing restlessly under his skin. The pillowcase next to him smelled like the shit Jamia used on her hair, he scooted over and nuzzled into it. Sheets smelled like her. Fucking smelled good after the bus.

He hugged Jamia's pillow with one arm, burying his face in it and inhaling her scent deeply. His other hand trailed down along his stomach, the exhausted buzz under his skin that wouldn't let him sleep migrating, concentrating and turning into another kind of buzzing at the scent of his wife on the bedding rather than industrial detergent & bleach-heavy hotel bedding or the bus permeated by the smell of road and lack of decent showers for grown men packed in too small space, two of them Ways.

He slowly stroked himself hard, stopping for a second to get the lube out of the nightstand. His hand really wasn't what he wanted, not with Jamia's scent all over the bedding, not nearly enough, he wanted a smaller hand, softer and uncalloused and a touch that wasn't quite as firm but drove him out of his goddamn mind even the times it was almost too light. His hand slid between his legs, he drew a knee up twisted a bit teasing at his hole and groaned...mmm yeah, raiding Jamia's night stand sounded like just the ticket. He hadn't done that in forever. Not something he was going to do on the bus or in a hotel room sharing with one of the guys.

Hell, not even something he did with Jamia around. They'd tried it, once, way back at the beginning and for a thousand reasons it had been a disaster that wasn't repeated. They'd been new. really new. Only together a couple months. She'd tried and despised anal sex with an ex. No, the end, don't even, think it had been her first pronouncement on the subject even if he'd been thinking more along the line of her using something on him rather than him taking her that way.

It had taken fucking forever, like a year, to get her to let him rim her, okay yeah it had started out as maybe hoping for reciprocation when he started that particular campaign, but by the time she gave in it was all about finding a way to make his Jamia lose her mind in a good way. She'd loved that when she finally said okay, fine, once with an exasperated roll of her eyes and his promise to stop immediately if she didn't like it. He hadn't held her to once.

She'd been nervous, and not wanting to hurt him, he'd been nervous and freaking out that this was going to fuck things up that she was going to think fuck knows what that he'd rather have a guy and was just using her or something, which so was not the case, he'd fallen for her like a ton of bricks at first sight and that hadn't changed in all these years, if anything he loved her more. Two nervous wrecks, one not all that well versed in any sort of kink and had never used a toy on anyone but herself and everything still so goddamned new between them then. Complete, humiliating, unmitigated disaster all the way around. And one of his favorite memories, and one of his favorite fantasies about that scenario going right--though he wouldn't ask, she'd been so fucking uncomfortable with it he'd never brought it up again.

Especially once the band hit the road. That'd been rough, and she'd worried about the girls on the road, he didn't want her worrying about the guys on the road, or worse--the guys, Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Bob...it just turned into an exceedingly rare indulgence that didn't matter all that much. He was plenty happy with his sex life when he actually had his wife in arms reach. He had no complaints.

He slid another finger into himself, stretching, just reaching..he stifled a moan into the pillow as lightning sparked up his spine and his cock twitched. Fuck.

He groaned and slid his fingers from himself rolling and grinding into the mattress as he reached to dig in Jamia's nightstand, finding the dildo that he wanted easily enough.

*

"Oh shit." Bob stared.

Jamia laughed. "See you guys beat me here."

"Uh."

"Frank?"

"Went to bed. I couldn't sleep." Bob managed and gestured at the tv.

Jamia nodded. "Well try. Night, Bob."

"Night" he said in a strangled voice red faced at being caught sprawled on her couch watching one of Sci-Fi's godawful tv movies in nothing but his undershorts and wrist braces. Her amusement drained away, the smile in her face sliding away to slack jawed gaping as her mouth went dry when she reached the partially open door of her and Frank's bedroom.

Frank. kneeling, leaning against the headboard of the bed with his face buried in her pillow, muffling little groans and grunts that were, honestly the stupidest unsexy sounds she'd ever heard and never failed to turn her on anyway. Her fucking dildo half way into his ass.

She simply stared and swallowed as he made that stupid whine in the back of his throat, like he did when she teased him and he just wanted something, anything, right now. Heat pooled deep in her belly as fucking reflex to that stupid whine. He'd promised all those years ago he wouldn't ask again if she hadn't liked it. And yeah, that had been a fucking disaster. But, she wasn't that young or that insecure anymore. Frank was hers. Completely. Totally. She knew that.

And yeah, then it had been all sorts of fucked up and scared and wondering what the fuck if he was suddenly going to go no sorry, I'm really gay don't want this anymore after he wore her down to the point she was so completely fucking in love with him it was ridiculous, simply because she was too tired from his hyper persistence to do anything else.

Frank was trying to fucking inhale her pillow, and any little niggle of doubt fled as it was her name, mangled by the stupid whine as the toy eased just a little further into him and he shuddered, the muffled whine inching up a half-octave that sent a jolt of heat straight through her. Weird, surprising, but nothing that was a complete shock after that one disaster all those years ago. Frank hadn't ever hid that he had been with a couple guys as well as way more than a couple of girls before her. He'd liked it but nothing he couldn't easily live without.

She sat her bag down in the hall and stepped carefully into the room. Closing the door as quietly as she could. Frank was panting and whining and working the toy into himself, his face buried in the pillow, her pillow, the scent of her perfume strong in the air, like he'd sprayed it in the air or on something--almost too much so-- and completely deaf and oblivious to the fact she was there.

Not really a sight she would have ever thought she'd find hot. But she did. Oh. Hell. Yes. she did. Especially when it was obvious, even now that he wanted her.

"Nnnghfuck Jamia," came muffled from the pillow.

"Get too much louder and Bob'll hear you. He's in the living room watching tv." she said softly, swallowing to try to alleviate the dry of her mouth. Frank's head jerked up from the pillow and he looked over his shoulder eyes fucking huge, dazed and turned on as hell and panic slowly registering. "Fucking hot." She said simply. Because yeah. Hot. And she had plans for round two or at least his hands or mouth once he came and him dying of a panic induced heart attack or something just wasn't going to cut it. She sat on the bed next to him and kissed him. "Fuckin' hot...show me..."

Frank moaned and started fucking himself slowly with the toy. That fucking whine, and the way it twisted up her name. "J'mia, please, fuck, touch me?"

Her hand reached out and closed around his cock. Lightly. Just so. The way that made him shudder and whimper and take forever to come if she didn't change what she was doing.

"Jamiapleasefuck," he panted.

She tightened her hand just a little, stroked him a little harder, her breath caught at the utterly ridiculous grimace he made as he groaned out his orgasm. Her Frank. She stroked him a moment more before reaching for her jeans and undoing them. pushing them just far enough down her hips to slip her hand down in her panties.

"Jamia," Frank groaned breathlessly. the toy dropped onto the bed as he shifted movements sluggish, tired and worn out but he tugged her jeans and panties further down, she shifted with his movements. His tongue was there next to her fingers, licking at them, her clit, any bit of her he could. Clumsy and her knuckle about ended up his nose as she was coming.. He pulled her into his arms, her jeans still tangled just above her knees and kissed her. "Jamia."

"That one's yours now, buying me a new one before you leave again."

"Love you,"

"I know." she said and kissed him again, as hungry as he was, it'd been too damn long with their schedules. Bob hopefully wouldn't mind fending for himself until sometime the next afternoon. "Love you"