"I have no idea why you're pouting," Gerard commented as they stood on the doorstep of Ty's house that Friday night. Gerard was dressed in a striking dark green suit with a black overcoat because of the surprisingly icy chill in the March air - and then there was Frank at his side, who was bundled up in a thick jacket and had pulled his scarf over his mouth to indicate that he was officially giving Gerard the silent treatment.

He was running his tongue over his teeth; the soft clicking of the metal ball was soothing. 

Gerard pressed the doorbell a second time and turned to Frank, "You knew you were coming here."

Frank let out a huff and lifted his shoulders even higher, scowling at the door. He could hear a dog barking inside the house and it made him rather confused - he knew Josh was into animal play and all, but that bark seemed really overdone. 

"And besides, you deserve this more now than you did before," Gerard stated simply, knowing full well that that would get Frank steamed.

"What?!" Frank snapped and looked up at his Master with outrage, "What did I do?"

"I believe you don't know how to respect me," Gerard stated, ringing the doorbell a third time, "After that comment you made where you told me what to do in regard to your knees."

"This is cruel and unusual punishment," Frank muttered, pulling his jacket up as a bluster of wind ran through his neck.

"Perhaps." Gerard straightened up when he heard someone behind the door, "Perhaps."

The wooden front door opened and there stood Josh. His usual bubblegum color had faded into a pastel pink; it stuck out from under a black beanie that Frank recognized as Ty's usual. He had on nothing else but a worn pair of black sweatpants. Frank seethed unhappily at Josh's toned physique and scowled down at the ground. He was built even more beautifully than Frank had pictured; his pale skin sulked over bulk muscle and subtle freckles, his stomach and chest tinged with a smattering of brunette hair that suited him but surprised Frank. He vaguely remembered seeing Josh's naked body at the party, but his body had been on such a buzz that he didn't quite take it in.

"Good evening, Mr. Dun," Gerard greeted with a simple smile, "I'm here with a disgruntled gift."

Frank looked up to see Josh at the door and beside him stood a beautiful golden retriever with its tail wagging lazily. This dog hadn't been here before; it must have been Josh's dog. Ty didn't seem like a pet guy - not real animals, anyway.

"Yes, sir." Josh stepped aside to let them pass and as they did, he went to take Frank's coat. Frank pulled his coat tighter onto his body until he caught Gerard's unhappy glance. He sighed, letting Josh take his jacket and hang it up.

"I won't be long," Gerard said to Josh, "Just a drop off." He looked around, "Where is Mr. Joseph?"

Josh silently gestured to a glass door just off of the living room and Gerard walked over to it, opening the door. Frank caught a glimpse of a room that was candlelit and toned in white and ivory. 

"I made dinner," Josh said in his usual quiet voice and Frank instantly wanted to spit in whatever dish Josh had prepared.

"Kay," Frank muttered, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets despite the low grumble of his stomach at the prospect of food. Frank walked over to the glass door and peered in to see Gerard talking to Ty, and Ty was on a lilac mat on the light wood floor. He was dressed in a pair of shorts and was balanced quite comfortably on one foot, crouched down into a sitting position with his eyes closed. Frank should have guessed that Ty did yoga. He was definitely the type.

Frank waited by the door until Gerard reappeared, Ty in tow. "Here you go." Gerard gestured to Frank with a hand, "Precious cargo."

Frank went red when he saw the grin spread on Josh's face and he scowled down at the ground, hearing Ty chuckle.

"Qu'a-t-il fait cette fois?" Ty asked with a smile and Gerard waved a hand.

["What did he do this time?"]

"Son impertinent habituel." Gerard put his hands in his pockets, "Je ne lui fais pas confiance seul avec ses jouets."

["His usual sass."] ["I don't trust him alone with his toys."]

"Bonne idée," Ty muttered before he looked at Josh, "Did you offer them dinner?"

["Good idea."]

"Yes, sir." Josh smiled as he scratched the dog's head.

"Good." Ty looked at Gerard, "When should I expect you for collection?"

Gerard looked at his watch, humming in thought, "About two hours from now. Call it ten or so. No, my mistake... I have to work thereafter so make it about eleven."

"Any precautions?" Ty looked at Frank with heavy, brown-eyed scrutiny.

"Just mind his manners and don't be afraid to take him down a few pegs if you need to." Gerard looked at Frank, "He's a vegetarian and allergic to cucumber. He's also on the last leg of a subdrop so he's a bit under the weather from the party."

"That should be fine." Ty smiled, "Josh, a plate of food for our guest."

Josh turned instantly and walked into the kitchen to begin dishing up the food. Gerard looked at Frank sternly. "You listen to him, Frank. This is not your home and you are a guest. Understand?" Gerard's voice had a deadly edge to it that had Frank swallow hard and nod profusely.

"Yes, sir," Frank answered shakily and Gerard smiled warmly.

"Good boy. Ty will tell me if you misbehave." Gerard kissed Frank lightly on the forehead before he turned and strode out of the house.

Frank heard a soft throat clear and he turned to see Josh peering in. "Yes?" Ty asked, giving Josh permission to speak.

"I just... I didn't know if Frank wanted a dino plate or an adult plate," Josh whispered, "I didn't want to be exclusive."

"Such a thoughtful boy." Ty smiled and looked at Frank expectantly, "Plate?"

"Uh..." Frank looked at the two plates that Josh held up; one was a shiny white china plate with simple black decorations around the edge, and the other was a plastic children's plate that was blue and covered in dinosaurs. Frank swallowed and invited the blush on his cheeks at the idea of Josh owning a dino plate, "P-Porcelain."

"No need to be a big boy in front of us, pixie." Ty grinned teasingly as he nudged the blushing Frank towards the kitchen, "We're all accepting and accommodating of each other's needs."

"I..." Frank wanted to argue but he shut his mouth as he walked into the kitchen to see Josh scooping a large helping of macaroni and cheese onto the plate.

"How's this?" Josh asked as he held out the mountainous plate to Frank with gleaming eyes.

"That's... more than enough." Frank looked at Ty, "Can I sit?"

"Go ahead." Ty gestured to the simple kitchen table. Frank sat down tentatively as Josh pushed a plate in front of Frank and slid a fork beside it, "Help yourself, Frank. Feel free to grab a drink. Josh and I have a few things to attend to."

"Sure." Frank took the fork and began to eat, hating the fact that Josh's cooking was exquisite. He watched Ty leave with Josh on his heels, leaving him in the kitchen by himself; and the dog who was laying on a bed in the far corner.

Frank chewed absentmindedly and looked at the relaxed retriever, smiling somewhat. He got up from the table and went to the fridge, opening the door as he scanned for any sort of liquid. "That's a lot of energy drinks," Frank muttered under his breath before he grabbed a can of soda and went to sit back down. He opened the can and took a sip when he heard the door open. He looked up to see Josh walking back in with a timid smile.

"Is everything okay?"

Frank withheld the urge to roll his eyes, "Yeah."

"Good," Josh whispered and then looked at the dog, "That's Jim. He's my service dog."

"I see." Frank chewed unceremoniously on the food and Josh looked at him.

"Is the food okay?" He frowned, his brown eyes filled with worry, "Don't you like it?"

"It's fine." Frank shrugged, his stomach churning as he tried to not throw something at Josh.

"Oh." Josh nodded and Ty walked in, looking between them. Ty looked at Frank and at Josh with a poignant eyebrow. He gestured for Josh to do something with a hand signal. Josh instantly left the kitchen and took Jim with him when Ty sat down across from Frank.

"How's the food?" Ty asked, his voice soft but stern.

"It's okay." Frank set his fork down, suddenly nervous.

"That's good." Ty steepled his fingers in front of his face, elbows on the table, "Frank, I know that you don't like my submissive and I'm well aware of why. But this is our house and I would like you to put your feelings aside. He is being nothing but hospitable to you."

Frank looked down, guilt churning in his stomach as his cheeks flushed bright red. Somehow, this felt even worse coming from Ty.

Frank sucked in a shaky breath and looked up, nodding, "Yes, sir." Frank pushed back sudden unnecessary tears, "I'm sorry."

"Go and say sorry." Ty gestured to the door, "He had spent ages cooking this just for you. He even washed Jim and cleaned the house. He just wants you to like him."

"God damn it," Frank whispered as he got up, "Way to make a man feel guilty."

"Good. You should be." Ty got up and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where Josh was sitting on the sofa armrest, playing with his dog. Josh looked up with a frown when he saw them both, "Joshua... Frank has something to say."

"Oh?" Josh seemed genuinely confused as he sat up and looked at Frank, who was on the verge of a humiliated meltdown.

"Sorry," Frank mumbled and looked at Ty, who folded his arms unhappily.

"You can do better than that."

"I'm sorry," Frank drawled the first word out when Ty flicked him sharply on the ear, eliciting a yelp and a jump. Frank scowled at Ty's feet and took a step closer, "I'm sorry, Josh. For being... rude."

"I don't think Josh and I believe you. You don't sound sorry to me, Frank." Ty's voice had a dripping edge of condescension, "Does he sound sorry, Josh?"

"I... Uh..." Josh glanced at Ty with apprehension and Ty must have quietly said something behind Frank because Josh then turned and looked at Frank with a simple, "N-No. He doesn't sound sorry."

"I am, though." Frank looked at Ty, "What do you want me to do?"

"You made Josh sad." Ty shrugged, "You hurt his feelings and stepped all over his hard work - and that's just today. You rejected him at the party and you've treated him awfully for something that wasn't his fault."

Frank looked down, the bitter taste of undiluted guilt raging against the back of his tongue like bile.

"Make it up to him," Ty added in, "Kiss it better, Frank." Frank doubled back and looked at Ty with wide eyes. Ty stared back solemnly and gestured at Josh, "Show him that you mean it." 

"Are- What?" Frank sputtered, and his head whipped between Ty and Josh over and over.

"Kisses fix everything." Ty smiled and Frank's face dropped even more when he realized that Ty wasn't joking.

Frank looked at Josh, who was sitting still on the armrest with his arms draped lazily between his legs. Frank tugged at his collar that suddenly felt way too tight. "Do I have to?" He whispered at Ty, who raised an eyebrow.

The young submissive leaned in, taking a few steps closer. He swallowed, his stomach jumping up into his throat as he looked at Josh. The latter bit on his lip before Frank went in to get it over with, kissing Josh, his lips unmoving.

"Mean it, Frank." Ty seemed disapproving of Frank's simple and hard-lipped kiss.

Frank wanted to scream, his mouth pushing harder onto Josh's lips in hope that it would get it over with. Josh merely tilted his head to the side with gentle ease as though he were earnest about the kiss. Frank felt a hand on his upper arm and it gave him a gentle squeeze that seemed to calm him a fraction. He softened, squeezing his eyes closed as he kissed Josh as tenderly as his tensed muscles would allow. He heard a soft shuddering gasp leave the other man before he pulled away, immediately looking at Ty, who seemed completely unfazed by the intimate pseudo-affection between the two submissives.

"Feel better, Joshua?" Ty asked, his voice still as soft and light as an angel, never lifting even a single octave or wave higher than the calmest breeze.

"Much," Josh admitted and looked at Frank, "Thank you."

Frank waved him off dismissively, trying to calm his cheeks, his heart and his dick, "No prob."

"Frank," Ty began and Frank nodded in acknowledgment while he actively avoided Ty's chestnut gaze, "I'd like you to have your dinner and then join us later. I don't want you to feel left out."

"Okay." Frank nodded, "Thanks."

"Upstairs, down the corridor, third door on the right."

Ty then held his hand out to Josh, who took it and was pulled without argument out of the kitchen. Frank doubled over, putting his hands on his knees as he then wiped his mouth on his hand. He grimaced, digging a hand into his jeans to rearrange the automatic semi that he had somehow collected thanks to Joshua. He straightened up, grumbling to himself as he flopped back into the wooden chair before he grabbed the plate and began wolfing his food down grumpily.

"Fuckin' kid." He scowled as he chewed, "How dare he make such good food?"

Frank swallowed, taking a sip of his soda before he continued to eat, ignoring how badly his mind wanted him to keep thinking about what had happened. He scraped his fork against the plate, gathering the last few dregs of pasta as he balanced the plate up against his chest with his other hand. He set the plate down and chugged a large gulp of soda to chase it.

He got up, holding his stomach, and put the plate in the sink. He exhaled heavily and looked curiously at the kitchen sink as he absentmindedly chewed on his lip. He shrugged and walked out into the dimly-lit hallway and peered down, counting the doors.

"Third door..." He whispered to himself before he walked down the daunting hallway. He stopped outside of the third door and saw it ajar. He pushed it open with his foot and peered in, raising both eyebrows when he saw what he assumed to be Ty's bedroom.

It was dimly lit by a small bedside lamp but he could clearly make everything out; the floors were the same as the rest of the house - a light wood. The walls were a pale grey and the curtains were a light teal. There were also quite a few plants around. The bed was large but not arrogantly so, a dark charcoal bedding and teal sheets; the bedding was littered with white and grey paint smears.

Frank walked in a bit further and saw Ty standing at one of the windows, staring out into the night - Josh was not in the room, as far as Frank could see. Ty didn't look away from the window but he did smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. His smile was captivating in the dim light and Frank felt almost intrusive to be in the same air.

"How are you feeling?" Ty whispered as he finally turned his gentle - but still intense - gaze on the younger submissive.

"Uh..." Frank thought about his words for a moment before answering, "Pretty okay."

"I'm glad you made up with Josh," Ty added, "You both deserve each other's company. So different but so alike. It's a shame your kinship had such a rough start."

Kinship? Frank withheld a snort, "I suppose." 

Ty pursed his lips, "I suppose you think you're off the hook with how you've treated my family."

"I..." Frank's eyes widened with genuine surprise, "But I-"

"I'm so disappointed." Ty's lips turned down, "I expected so much better from you, pixie."

"I did what you asked, I-"

"You did it with an attitude and seemed to need some pushing. When a Dominant tells you to do something, you do it immediately and with as much passion as though they are your life force. You did not. Even if it were something you didn't like," Ty explained sternly, "You didn't safe-word so I assume it wasn't life or death for you, either mentally or physically, so why did you approach my order with such disdain?"

"I..." Frank was now close to tears, unable to look at Ty as his bottom lip shook.

"I'm going to ask you to do this again and if you falter or lack your usual fire, I will ask your Dominant to review whether or not you belong here. Complete devotion is a key feature of a submissive, Frank. And instead of pouting because it is your weak point, I suggest you work on it to make yourself stronger."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Are you going to do as I say, even if you're not used to it?" Ty walked around Frank but the trembling submissive remained still.

"Yes, sir."

"Josh. Come here," Ty ordered and Frank grimaced to himself but hid it, "Frank, I want you to stand before Josh."

Frank walked over, turning around to see Josh standing there with his hands behind his back. He came to a stop about a foot from Josh and looked up at him, his heart pounding uneasily against his ribs.

"Good. Now, Frank, kneel," Ty ordered firmly and Frank looked away from Josh and slowly went down on his knees into his perfected submissive pose, "Is this how you see it? Is this how you think you belong in comparison to my submissive, Frank?"

Frank was fuming and livid, his jaw clenched as the vein in his temple throbbed and his cheeks flushed pink. He hated this so much.

He nodded wordlessly and Ty squared his shoulders. "Josh. Kneel," Ty then added and Josh went down on his knees in front of Frank, surprising him instantly, "See that? He is just like you. And yet you continue to be such an obtuse asshole. Even when I try to make it better for you both."

Frank inhaled sharply as his head was jerked up, a hand curled in his hair. He looked at Josh and saw that he, too, was suffering from the same fate with a harsh hand in his pink locks.

"He is not above you. You are not above him. You are both submissives and are meant to be treated the same by others and by your kin. No matter how you look or what your fetish is," Ty whispered, his voice firm, steady and dripping with dominance like a double-edged blade, "The only time you are ever on a separate level is when you put yourself there - which is exactly what you are guilty of, Frank." Ty let go of Josh's hair and gave his face a loving stroke with the back of his finger, "You think so poorly of this boy who is just like you, but you put yourself above him even if you think you are lesser."

Frank tried to look anywhere else except for Josh's penetrating gaze but Ty's hand slid down the back of Frank's head and around to grip his jaw way too tightly.

"And even your half-hearted attempt at an apology was pathetic. I tell you to do something, you do it. I'm in charge here, brat," Ty spat and Frank flinched outwardly, whining at the tightening grip on his face.

"I'm sorry," Frank whispered quietly, his voice cracking.

"Even the highest will fall," Ty crooned sinuously into Frank's ear; the soft breathy voice had goosebumps rise over Frank's neck and arms, "What was up, must come down. And you, you heinous boy, need to be taken down a peg or two."

Frank's mind raced with atrocities and devilish ploys that Ty could use to humiliate him further. He didn't want to know - he couldn't even begin to guess.

"You're putting yourself below him to make up for how heinously you've acted. You belittled him and now it's time for you to repay that, to show Josh his own worth from someone who doesn't deserve to put him down," Ty whispered and gestured to Josh with his fingers. Josh instantly got up and got completely undressed in a fraction of a second with more practiced grace in his smallest toe than Frank had. Josh went and sat on the end of the bed obediently, waiting in nothing but his collar.

"Now I want you to worship him, brat. Bottom to top." Ty gestured to his submissive, "And if I feel that you're slacking or lacking in your usual enthusiasm for even a moment, I will make you start over. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir," Frank whispered as he crawled the few steps to his right and sat at Josh's feet. He looked up at Josh, and tried his best to keep calm and collected as he lowered himself down to Josh's feet. He pressed his forehead to the top of Josh's left foot before he laid a kiss to it. He did the same to the other foot slowly, caressing them with his hands.

Frank heard bed springs as he placed light kisses to Josh's ankles, and he could only guess that Ty had joined Josh on the bed. Frank ran his face over Josh's lower legs, his lower lip dragging over the side of Josh's left calf muscle before he kissed up the inner right side.

He could hear Ty's soft voice whisper to Josh - the sound was affectionate and sickly sweet as Frank sat up higher on his knees and sucked in a shaky breath. He glanced up at Josh for a second to see Ty behind him, arms wrapped lazily around the submissive. Ty's stern gaze was hooded but still on Frank as he continued to seductively whisper to Josh, lips moving slow and enunciating every syllable. Frank noted some in English and some in French, the words never altering from their obscene soliloquy.

Frank sat up, his mouth going over as much of Josh's thighs as he could, pressing kisses and gently running his tongue over the expanses of flesh. Josh jerked in surprise at the feeling of Frank's tongue bar and Frank looked up, running his piercing over his lip. Josh's eyes widened and Ty snickered quietly, running his lips over Josh's ear, "What a treat that mouth must be..." Ty sighed and Josh swallowed hard, "I wonder how good it feels, chiot." 

Frank straightened up completely when he realized exactly to which part of Josh he had gotten. He had avoided looking for as long as he could, but it was inevitable now. He glanced at the semi in Josh's lap and audibly whimpered out in surprise; he had so hoped that Josh would have had a tiny dick or have it be an odd shape or something, but not at all. From what Frank could see from Josh's half-erect cock, it was bigger than he had hoped and still looked really good - perfect length and girth, a rosy pink that begged to be touched and abused and run dry. Frank already knew that Ty was a germaphobe to some extent and he probably made Josh shower twice a day; the trimmed pubic hair was also an indication.

Frank began kissing around the very insides of Josh's thighs, his eyes flickering and glancing at Josh's dick over which he was internally arguing with himself. He looked up at Josh and at Ty and back down, sucking in a breath when he saw Josh's erection twitch so close to his face.

He stretched himself further in and placed a kiss to the underside, hearing the other submissive gasp quietly. He couldn't ignore who it was and whose dick he was rubbing up against no matter how hard he tried. He ran his hands up Josh's legs from his own and wrapped a hand around Josh's steadily hardening erection.

He bit down on his lip before giving in and completely taking Josh into his mouth. The sound that hit his ears was soft but surprisingly erotic. He went even further, going all the way down to the base, dragging his tongue piercing along the vein. He swallowed around Josh and pulled off, stroking slowly. Josh was trembling, his chest rising and falling and Frank could still hear Ty's crooning and praise.

Frank took Josh back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he pressed his tongue flat. Josh jerked, moaning low at the feeling of the added metal in Frank's mouth. A shaky hand ran down the back of Frank's head and gripped his hair, clenching and unclenching as he sped up a bit more, teasing the underside of Josh's head with his piercing. Frank kept going, the corners of his mouth stretching, saliva running from his mouth, slick and warm.

A steadier hand tugged Frank up and off with a lewd and obscene pop. He panted heavily as his hand fisted the sheets, his own dick painfully throbbing in his jeans. "I didn't say you get to go that far," Ty whispered coyly, "He's still mine."

Frank could not understand how Josh was already so close - he had barely started the impromptu blowjob and it seemed like Josh was at a tipping point; his hips were lifting and rocking back and forth, moans and whines falling from his pouty lips. Frank couldn't deny how attractive it was to see Josh so helpless to his own body.

And then Frank caught it, a sudden realization when he saw that only one of Ty's arms was still around Josh. Frank could only hazard a guess to where the other arm was - or where the hand and its entailing fingers were. Judging from how Josh was still panting and the way his hips were raised, it was clear that Ty had found his own means of pleasing the submissive.

"Good," Ty whispered, his lips ghosting over Josh's ear, "Now up for me. Give Frank a kiss. He deserves a fraction of praise, pup."

Josh nodded as he shakily got to his feet. He looked down at Frank and bent down, taking Frank's face in both of his clammy and trembling hands before he kissed him. Frank jumped at the aggression in the kiss but he kissed back more eagerly than he had anticipated from himself. He kissed Josh, sitting up high on his knees, their tongues enveloping one another with small intercepted bursts of hot breath. The tip of Josh's tongue was running with curiosity over Frank's piercing and he whined low in response.

Josh was pulled back and Frank scowled at the sudden disappearance. He watched Ty with astonished and wide eyes. The Dominant had moved to the end of the bed where Josh had been sat - and there he was now, lowering Josh down slowly onto his impressively thick erection.

Josh was limber in Ty's grip, letting himself be pushed down. His jaw fell at the thickness sliding into him and Frank could only watch. He swallowed as his mouth went dry, his stomach clenching and cramping with need. He remembered what it was like to be with Ty, and seeing Josh fall apart in front of him was making him long to feel the same. He wondered if he looked that debauched when being taken by Ty or his own Master.

Ty nudged Josh's legs to sit wider, moving him so that each of Josh's legs was on the outer of Ty's, who was gripping the submissive's hip. From where Frank was sitting, he had an exact and clear view between Josh's legs, and because the latter was being pulled back somewhat by Ty, Frank could watch Ty's dick slide into him over and over.

On top of Frank being forced to watch, he kept on remembering just how glorious it was to have Ty slide in and out of him and how much it hurt. 

Josh moaned aloud, gasping as Ty gripped his throat. Josh's hips canted quickly in clear desperation for release as Ty also began to move, his hips thrusting as he lifted his feet up onto his toes. Frank let out a moan; he had no idea where to look - he couldn't stop looking at where the bodies in front of him were connected. And then at their faces; Josh's mouth agape with three of Ty's fingers pulling his jaw down, and Ty's face buried somewhat in Josh's pastel locks.

Frank needed to touch - whether it was himself or either of them, he didn't know. He felt so left out and alone. He knew it was intentional, that it was a punishment or a reprimand of sorts that he deserved, and yet he still felt it wholly unfair.

"Such a good boy," Ty crooned, "Been so good for me, baby." Frank scowled, a moan wedged in his throat at the praise that was given - and given not to him. But he did have to admit that maybe Josh also deserved it, too.

His fingers dug into his thigh, watching Ty fuck into Josh rapidly, the slick slide and the obscene slapping of skin on skin overtaking Josh's soft moaning completely. His skin had started to glisten in the dim lamplight and he looked like a living temptation.

Frank couldn't help but scoot closer, wanting so badly for anyone to reach out and touch him. Josh gasped, Ty's arm pushed him down, and his chest heaved. Frank jumped, gasping softly when Josh reached down to grip at his erection and stroke himself roughly. Ty whispered in Josh's ear, his voice cracking as he thrust up. Frank had already leaned in, desperately wanting to be a part of anything he could, his face on Josh's thigh, nuzzling as he palmed at his own denim-encased dick.

Josh came heavily, coming in spurts down his own knuckles and on Frank's face. Frank whimpered, feeling the warmth running down his cheek and over his lips. He sat up, hooded lids glancing up to see Ty's heavy gaze on him. Ty came instantly, too. He was quiet, small grunts leaving him as his one hand tightened around Josh's neck and the other shook as it kept him at an upright slant. Ty never broke his gaze from Frank as he rode out his orgasm, Josh's weak body riding out the high for his Dominant.

They both panted weakly for a few moments when Josh shakily got up, leaning on one of the bed posts. Ty got up, kissing Josh's temple. He glanced at Frank before he walked out of the bedroom into what Frank assumed to be the bathroom.

Frank slumped down onto his aching knees again with rejection in his chest like a weight. A hand came into his periphery and he looked up to see Josh holding a hand out. He took the hand with tentative apprehension and Josh, somehow, helped him up - Frank was barely able to keep himself up after sex and here Josh was, being Hercules again.

Frank looked down and away from Josh with a small knot of shame in his stomach when Josh chuckled, "He doesn't cuddle much," the latter explained, "His aftercare is very clinical and less cuddle. How I prefer it. I'm not much of a hugger."

"Speak for yourself," Frank mumbled quietly, scowling at Ty despite the latter being in a completely different room. Frank felt so dehumanized and used; his skin felt hot and sticky and his head hurt.

Josh wiped the drying fluid from Frank's face and pulled him into a small hug that was loose enough for Frank to move away. He didn't. Frank stayed in Josh's grip, his head resting on Josh's shoulder, trying desperately to ignore how turned on he was. 

"You did good," Josh whispered, "Really. I mean, it's not for me to say but..."

"I know," Frank whispered as he closed his eyes and listened to how hard Josh's heart was still hammering, "You're not that bad."

"Thanks. You're still a dickhead," Josh chuckled quietly.

"Thanks for not ruining my reputation."