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The Stars Re-Align, part 1
Frankie Morales x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
Rating: M for Mature, but this blog is always 18+ Word Count:Â 12.1k Warnings: Reader is given an age and a grown daughter. Starts out as Santiago x reader. Cursing, food/alcohol, meddlesome friends, mentions of military service (obviously), glancing mention of Tom's death, past drug use, off-page abusive relationship, panic attacks, complicated relationships, family drama. Summary: When your daughter and your boyfriend talk you into having a birthday party, you are not prepared for all of the surprises that come your way. Notes: A little love triangle and 'one that got away' vibe for your Feral Frankie Friday!
âRachel!â Calling from the kitchen is an old, unbreakable habit by now, but dinner is almost ready and you know your daughter is in the living room studying. She has plans with her boyfriend tonight which means sheâs getting her reading out of the way, and youâre proud of her for having such good habits and steady resolve. Itâs not at all what you were like at her age, and youâve worked hard to make sure that she has opportunities that you never could have. Being a young single mom was rough, but every second you have with your little-girl-turned-young-woman is worth it. âSupperâs ready, honey. Find your bookmark!â
âSure thing!â Thereâs no point in reminding you that her book is a digital copy, no bookmark needed, but she dutifully saves the spot and closes her laptop. âIt smells good.â She compliments, walking into the kitchen and over to the fridge to bust out the bottle of wine that had become a habit with dinner since high school. Nothing fancy, just a cheap sangria, but it was a ritual that both mom and daughter enjoyed. âAre you going out with Santiago tonight?â She asks as she gets down the glasses to pour.
âHe might come over to watch a movie since youâre going out.â Your two-month-old relationship isnât deeply committed or deeply anything yet, really, but you like him. Heâs attentive, handsome, and funny, and deeply â okay thereâs one deeply â good in bed. âDo you want the good parmesan, or the shaker can? We have both.â Spaghetti with onions, peppers, and sausage isnât necessarily gourmet, but itâs a family staple. Something your dad used to make you when you were growing up in New York City and you have made for your daughter her whole life afterwards.
âGood parmesan.â She hums. âLetâs be fancy tonight.â Bringing the glasses over to the small kitchen table, she moves on to set out the silverware. A chore when she was younger, itâs now just become habit when you eat together. âWorking together as a teamâ is how you always phrased it and itâs something she loves about her relationship with you now. Youâre a team. âIâm going to stay at Benâs tonight, so you and Santiago can have wild sex.â
âBe safe.â Sheâs twenty-four, so youâre not going to quibble about her sleeping over with her boyfriend, but you do give her a meaningful look when you set down the plates on the table. âDonât make me a grandmother and I wonât make you a sister.â
Rachel laughs, itâs the same statement you have been using since she was first dating boys after puberty. âBut Mom!â She pouts playfully. âI really want a baby sister!â
âThink Iâm getting a little too old for that option, honey,â you huff, but laugh anyway. âAsk Santa for one at Christmas.â
She grins at you, bringing over the basket of breadsticks that are an Olive Garden copycat. Plain frozen ones that you brush with butter and garlic salt. So many of the meals you have together are mocks of the restaurant meals she had wanted when she was younger and you couldnât afford. As an adult, itâs humbling to see the lengths you went to in order to make her happy.
âYouâre coming back tomorrow, though, right?â Though you typically arenât one to make a big deal out of such things, Santiago had offhandedly mentioned to your daughter a few weeks ago that it was a shame you werenât doing anything for your birthday and Rachel had jumped on board with talking you into a party. The backyard barbecue will be small, but a chance to meet your boyfriendâs friends and have a few of your own friends from work come over. âIt was half your idea, after all.â
âYeah, Iâm going to be there.â She promises. âOh, is it okay if I bring Ben?â She asks. âHeâs got another party to go to if not, but he said he would rather spend time with me.â
âYes, you can bring Ben.â Heâs a few years older than Rachel and has had a very different life experience, but you like Ben Miller. Heâs doing his best to make an honest way in the world and he treats Rachel with love and respect. And probably in ways that you want to know absolutely nothing about. âThereâs going to be plenty of food. Santiago and I are managing that end.â
She snorts and shakes her head. âOf course you are cooking for your own party.â She huffs.
âGet sassy with me and Iâll send every stitch of leftovers home with other people,â you threaten, though itâs hollow and comes with laughter.
âNot like you wonât make enough to still bring home food.â She shoots back with a grin. If there was ever a party, you always made too much food. It might be pasta salad, but you and she would be eating it for a solid week after everyone had gone home.
âNothing fancy,â you assure her even though you know sheâs right. âBurgers and dogs. And veggie burgers for the few people that skip red meat. All the accoutrements. Santiago is in charge of the grill, which heâs very happy about. And Iâm making that cheese dip you like along with my guac. Salsa is coming out of a jar despite protests.â
âLet Ben bring the salsa.â She volunteers immediately with a grin. âHeâs got some recipe he got from friends he used to serve with.â She explains. âHe was going to make it for their party but we can hijack it and bring it to yours.â
âDeal.â Thatâs one more thing off your checklist and youâre fine with that. âAnd the cake is coming from an actual bakery, not a supermarket. I do listen to your protests most of the time.â
âThe buttercream is far superior.â She huffs happily and lifts her glass when you are both sitting down at the table. âTo a wonderful birthday weekend.â She offers. âOne you never forget.â
âThank you, sweetheart.â You tap your glass against hers and smile. âForty-two feels like it will be a good one.â
******
âWe have the cake, the burgers are all ready to throw on the grill. Fish is bringing the baked beans, Ironhead is bringing the potato salad and you said Rachâs boyfriend is going to bring the salsa?â He arches a brow in concern. âWhat do you know about this guy? Is it good salsa? Because Iâm going to be offended if itâs Pace.â
âI was told he has a recipe from somebody he served with.â The Pace is in its jars in the cupboard where Santiago canât be offended by it, and you slip past him to look at your checklist taped to the cupboards one more time. âColeslaw is made, cheese dip is made, and you filled up the outside fridge last night so thatâs all set. I think weâre okay. The last thing is the guac and that only makes a few minutes.â
Santiago slides behind you and wraps his arms around your stomach and hums. âSo we have time to go back to the bedroom?â He asks playfully, even if he would haul you back there if you said yes.
âOnly if youâre planning on disappointing me,â you tease, knowing he never has and never would. Not on purpose. Still, you twist to kiss away the pout that has certainly formed there. âPeople are going to be here any minute.â
âWe could always tell them to go the fuck away.â He laughs as he suggests it and then the doorbell peels out right afterwards. âThatâll be Ironhead.â He predicts. âWillâs always early.â
âIs that his real name? Will?â You call back when Santiago goes to open the door. You can make guacamole with your eyes closed due to the fact that youâve had this recipe longer than your daughter has been alive, and you go to the fridge to get the ingredients.
âYeah!â He calls back over his shoulder before he opens the door to find his friend on the doorstep. The smiles are genuine, almost guilty considering the shit theyâve gone through for the past five months since South America. Grief and sorrow have pulled at them, but it also has finally started to let them live again. âYou made it!â
âOf course I did. You didnât think Iâd miss out on seeing your ass do something domestic, did you?â Will âIronheadâ Miller slaps Popeâs shoulder. âNice place sheâs got. You tried to move in yet?â
Pope chuckles quietly and shrugs. âMaybe in another month.â He jokes. âGotta get in good with the kid first.â
âRight, the kid.â With another friendly slap, Will Miller steps inside the house. Itâs well-appointed, clean, and obviously loved. âShe coming today?â He thinks so, but he canât remember. Although a barbecue and pool party seems like a kid thing. But somehow Will remembers the kid not being kid. Teenager? He canât remember now.
âShe spent the night with her boyfriend, but sheâll be here.â Pope nods. âAlthough sheâs already said she wonât call me daddy but I can take her for ice cream.â
âNobody ought to be calling you âDaddyâ,â Ironhead huffs.
Santiago laughs and shrugs. âYouâre right.â He admits, knowing that heâs not father material. One of the reasons you were an attractive option was that your kid was grown. He didnât have to play daddy, although from what heâs understood, the dad was your first love and was too immature to stick around. âBenny didnât ride with you?â
âHis girlfriendâs got a family thing today.â Will shrugs slightly, but honestly heâs impressed. His kid brother is crazy about this girl. Itâs six months in and heâs starting to use some very committed language â which is fucking thrilling to Will as it signals Benny finally starting to grow up where sex and relationships are concerned. âHeâs gonna come by later.â
âThatâs good. I want him to come and have a few beers. Fish should be here shortly.â Pope will be happy to see everyone, itâs better than just checking in and having a beer. This will be a good time to really catch up. âHowâs things with Marie?â He asks Will softly, knowing that Frank has been a little closed mouth about things between him and his lady. South America hadnât been great for their relationship, although no one really likes her, sheâs the one who was dabbling in drugs and got Fish hooked on coke.
âShe was throwing some fit last night about Fish being out with another woman.â Which is obviously bullshit. Frankie would never step out on the mother of his child. But living in the apartment next to Frankie and Marie means he overhears plenty of bullshit. âAll he was doing was asking if she wanted to come today. So who knows what kind of mood heâll show up in.â
âShit.â Pope sighs and shakes his head as he escorts Will though the living room and towards the kitchen where you are. âHe needs to just bite the bullet and leave her.â
âWe all know that. But itâs Fish. Too loyal for his own fucking good.â Will hadnât been expecting to see anyone standing in the kitchen, let alone you, and he clears his throat. âUmâsorry, maâam. Soldierâs habit,â he apologizes.
âItâs fine,â you promise him, actually laughing at the sheer display of manners. âI survived my daughterâs teenage years. You want to know who swears more than soldiers? Teenage girls.â
Itâs been a long goddamn time since Will has been around teenage girls, but he just nods politely and offers his hand. âWill Miller.â He introduces himself. âSantiago has talked you up to be some kind of Wonder Woman, and it looks like he was underestimating your worth.â
"That's very kind of you, Will." You take his hand and introduce yourself easily enough, reflecting momentarily that Santiago has pretty friends. Blonde and blue-eyed isn't your type, but good looking is good looking. "Would you mind helping us get the last few things outside? And the pool is open, I hope Santiago told everyone."
âAbsolutely, maâam.â Like any good solider, Will is going to follow orders and he immediately picks up the heavier items to carry outside. âYou have a beautiful home.â
"Thank you." It's something you worked hard for, and you continue to work hard for every day. Everything in your life has been to make sure your daughter is healthy, happy, and well taken care of. It was a lucky break that you got a well-paying job in your field to boot. "And you don't have to call me ma'am. Though I appreciate the manners."
âWe need to give her a nickname before Taz does.â Will snorts.
"Taz?" You haven't heard that name before, and it piques your interest as Santiago helps you set things out on the table on the deck.
Will chuckles. âYoungest in our team.â He explains. âShort for Tasmanian Devil. Brotherâs like a whirlwind of stirring up shit.â
"Got it." The Army nickname thing had taken you a second to get used to, but you're on board now. It's a brotherhood thing, and you like that Santiago has such a tightknit group of friends still. It's not something you've really had much of in your life, so you're glad to see when it happens for people you care about it. "Well, I told Santiago, but whenever your friends get here just let them into the backyard. The bathroom is off the living room, but everything else worth getting at is outside."
âYes maâam.â He smirks slightly when he says that again before disappearing out of the sliding glass doors.
"Are all your friends polite and helpful?" You glance back at the man you've been seeing for the last few months and crack a smile. "I'm glad you invited them. It's about time we started to meet each other's friends."
âUntil they are assholes.â He jokes, giving you a bittersweet smile. âWe lost a friend half a year ago and it seems like weâve had a hard time getting back in the routine. Thought this might be the little jolt we needed.â
"Then we'll make sure it's a fantastic day." He hasn't confided too much about his years in the service or about where he was before moving back to Florida a few months ago, but this is probably a large part of the reason why. Either way, you slip your arms around him for a comforting hug. It's the least you can do, when he's gone through something terrible and is willing to open about it a little.
âItâs your day.â He protests, turning and kissing your lips. âItâs supposed to be good for you, not me. We will have a few drinks, have a few laughs and thenâŠâ He waggles his brows. âWell kick everyone out and Iâll make you cum until you pass out.â
The hum that forms in the back of your throat is as pleased as it is dirty, and you kiss him once more before your doorbell rings again. "I'll get it," you nudge his nose with yours and step back, albeit reluctantly. "Go hang out with your friend."
People trickle in little by little. Friends from work, mostly, and the one mom from Rachel's school days that you stayed friends with despite Rachel and her son never actually having been friends. Eventually the text comes through from your daughter that she's a few minutes away and that makes you smile brighter than just about anything else today.
Pope pulls out his phone and texts Frankie, wondering when heâs coming â or if heâs going to come at all. He is worried about him, knowing that heâs under a lot of pressure. Marie blames him for losing his license and then going down to South America for two weeks when it was only supposed to be one. He couldnât even tell her what happened and that was causing issues.
Had to wait for the babysitter. On my way now. Says the text that comes through a few minutes later, but there is a temporary distraction from waiting for Catfish: Rachel's car pulls up and parks outside the house, expelling both your daughter and her boyfriend onto the front lawn.
âCome on, Ben.â Rachel grabs his hand and rushes him towards the door. They are running behind because of the pre-party activities he had talked her into and while sheâs not regretting that in the least, she wants to get inside and wish you happy birthday.
âSounds like everybodyâs out back, baby,â he steers her toward the fence surrounding the backyard instead of the front door, but when that brings him closer to the actual driveway of his girlfriendâs house he frowns â deeply â in confusion. He shouldnât recognize the two vehicles sitting behind Rachelâs car and her motherâs, but there they are: Popeâs slick vintage Corvette right next to Willâs jacked up picked up truck. Thereâs no denying the two vehicles, heâs seen them together far too often. âThe hell?â Benny breathes, but Rachel doesnât hear him. Sheâs too excited to see her mom and moving them through the gate before he can hang back to do a double take at the cars.
âMom!â Pope looks up at soon as he hears a familiar happy cry but then heâs immediately frowning. Watching as Ben Miller moves through the fence gate with Rachel. âWhat the fuck?â
âI told you she was bringing her boyfriend, didnât I?â Santiagoâs level of confusion is confusing in its own right, but you ignore it in favor of meeting your daughter at the edge of the porch to give her a massive hug. âHey sweet pea!â
It helps that Benny looks just as stunned as Pope does, Will stopping short when he sees his younger brother and doesnât hesitate to call out. âYou made it!â He huffs out and shaking his head at his brotherâs fickleness. âGirlfriendâs family already kick you out?â
âNoooâŠâ Benny blinks against the sunlight, having left his sunglasses in his truck. âYouâre at the wrong party, assholes.â
The ball busting smirk immediately slides off of Willâs face, due to the knowledge that there is no way they could be at the wrong party. âBennyâŠâ He glances at a stunned Pope and sighs heavily. âWeâre at the right party.â
It only takes about a second more, but by the time Benny breathes âOhhh shit.â Heâs also cackling with laughter. âAre you telling meââ The younger Miller brother looks around and drops his voice for the sake of not embarrassing the girl he adores. âAre you telling me Pope is banging my girlâs mom?â
Will snorts and shakes his head. âLooks like.â He agrees quietly. âHell of a birthday surprise.â He hopes that it wonât change your daughterâs mind on dating him, Rachel has been fantastic for Ben.
âFuckâŠ.â Pope snickers quietly, shaking his head at the irony. He should probably go spell this out for you so you donât take it the wrong way. No one knew. Even after hearing about Bennyâs girlfriend for months, only Will and Fish had met her so far.
Rachel pulls back and gives you a beaming smile. âHappy Birthday Mom.â She hums, winking at you. âSantiago spend the night last night since I was with Ben?â Sheâs not been paying attention to the guys, too focused on you.
âWe fell asleep watching our second movie.â Itâs mostly true â true enough that you can play it off as innocent because you did technically nod off during the second movie â but the empty bowl of popcorn and wine glasses in the living room had waited until this morning to be cleared away once you hauled each other off to bed. âDid Ben have a fight last night or did you guys just go out?â
âNo fight.â She shakes her head. âNext weekend, so we just got to go out. Although he wants to know if you would like to come to the fight.â Youâve met Benny and she thinks you like him, but she wants you to get to know him better. Which is why she had suggested they go to your party today instead of his friendsâ.
âIf you want me to.â You donât feel too excited to watch your daughterâs boyfriend get beat up, but you do want to get to know him better. Rach is so obviously head over heels for him.
âItâs up to you.â She smiles and looks back at Ben, curious to find Will here. âUmâ whatâs his brother doing here?â
âWhose brother?â Turning to follow her eyes, your head tilts slightly in interest. Santiago and Will are deep in conversation with Benny already. âThatâs one of Santiagoâs friends. Will.â
âMomâŠâ Rachelâs eyes widen slightly. âThatâs Will MillerâŠBennyâs older brother.â
âThatâŠâ You swallow, slowly registering the situation as you watch the men interact. âThat makes things interestingâŠâ Youâre dating a man who served with your daughterâs boyfriendâŠthis is going to get complicatedâŠ
âOh god.â Rachel bites her lip as Benny and Pope quickly break away and come over to the two of you. âSoâŠâ
âSo, this is interesting.â You repeat the phrase almost disbelieving.
âKind of a funny coincidence, huh?â Benny wraps his arms around Rachel and plants a kiss in her hair.
âI didnât know.â Rachel promises you with a small shake of her head. âShit, Ben. I canât believe I didnât know it.â
âI think I know why.â You observe, clearing your throat and accepting the comfort of Santiagoâs arm around your waist as you look up (and up) at Ben. âIâm going to guess that your nickname while you were serving together was Taz?â
âYeah.â Benny nods and looks back between all the other men. âOh fuck, weâve been just using our nicknames and they didnât know.â He groans. "I'm sorry baby." He turns to Rachel with an apologetic look. "Pope was talking about his new girl and spending as much time as possible with her, so he missed the last fight you were at."
âItâs a little unconventional,â you admit, wondering what Santiago thinks of all this. âBut not terrible, right?â As close in age as you and Rachel are, it wouldnât be the first time you have had mutual friends. Just the first time you were ever dating mutual friends.
"He's a good guy." Pope assures you, like it's the first time you've met Benny. "And we can kick his ass if needed."
Benny snorts and rolls his eyes. "You wish, old man."
âRach?â Your fingers run through her loose curls gently and you give her a questioning look. While this isnât the day you want to have â after all, you do like Santiago â itâs ultimately up to her. Everything is and always has been in your life, and you made that decision for a reason.
"I don't think that you need to stop seeing Santiago just because he knows Ben." She rationalizes. "I think it's fine, what do you think?"
âJust as long as youâre comfortable with it.â That goes for the men involved, too. But they donât seem to mind beyond being apologetic.
Rachel snorts and shrugs. "Just as long as they don't share sex stories." She giggles and shoots Santiago a smirk. "And we won't either."
âI was not planning on it, sweet pea.â You might be close, but thatâs a step too far even for you. âNever ever.â
Agreeing completely, she walks up to Pope and gives him a hug. "So if you make my mom cry, I'll have my boyfriend beat you up." She teases.
âGot it.â Sheâs a grown woman, but he canât resist the urge to mess with her thick hair, watching her face wrinkle in disapproval before she moves back to Benny, who smooths the familiar curls with care. âNow we just need Catfish to get here and weâll have everybody.â
"I'm here!" A hand appears over the fence before he opens it, hat pulled low, and he grunts when he picks up the cooler full of ice and beer that he had stopped and picked up on the way. "Sorry I'm late."
âFish!â Benny kisses the side of Rachelâs head before peeling off to grab the cooler from him and take it to the porch so his friend can catch his breath. He doesnât see the tick in the tilt of your head or the way your eyes widen just a second later.
'Fish', or Francisco Morales, looks up and smirks at Benny when he grabs the cooler. Thankful, although he wouldn't make too much of a fuss about it. Getting older sucked and he's still feeling the effects of that workout he helped the other man do just two days ago when his normal sparring partner was sick. "'Bout time you made yourself useful." He huffs playfully and looking towards Pope to wave. Freezing with his arm halfway up in greeting when he sees someone that he had never expected to see before â you.
The way you shrink into yourself immediately is instinct. As much shock as anything else. But within seconds youâre stepping forward to block Rachel from view and shakily a demand an explanation. âWhat the shit is going on?â You hiss, though youâre not exactly sure who youâre talking to, you just donât want to make a scene in front of your coworkers. They consider you to be such a calm, collected woman.
Frowning, Pope turns towards you, reaching out to touch your arm and stepping closer to you. "Babeâ what's wrong? What are you talking about?" He follows your gaze back to Fish and he grunts in confusion. "Fish? He's another teammate. One of my best friends."
âFuck.â Deflating on the spot, you feel like you could just collapse where you stand but that wouldnât help the situation any. âWeâwe, umâknow each other,â you explain quietly. âBut itâs been a long time.â
Feeling like he's been kicked in the chest by one of those fucking mules, Frankie stumbles forward and murmurs your name softly. "Iâ what are you doing here?" He asks, frowning slightly.
âThis is my house.â You wonder if Santiago even explained where he was inviting him, or if you have a nickname to their group just like they all do to each other. âI wouldnât expect you to still remember my birthday.â
All the blood drains from his face and it falls into a wounded look. Realizing that you have to be Pope's girl. "Iâ remembered." He murmurs quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Seven billion people in the world. Figured someone else would have the same day too." It's almost a kick in the teeth, that comment of yours. Considering he had a fight with Marie because he had said your name this morning when he was talking to himself after waking up. You were the reason he had fought, again, with the mother of his child and she had pitched a fit and left. Making him wait on a babysitter so he could come to this party. To find out that it was for you. He's so fucking lucky that Marie isn't here. He clears his throat roughly and bites his lip. "Happy birthday, gatita." He uses the nickname from a million years ago and steps back. "I should go."
A press of overwhelming guilt and the instinct to stop him makes you reach out, grabbing his arm before you can stop yourself. âNo. You shouldnât.â You admit, even though it hurts.
"No," He shakes his head and gives you a wry smile. "I should." He sighs softly and looks over at Pope. "This is your girl, huh?" He asks, confusing the other man even more. "Keep her and take care of her." He tells him. "You'll regret it if you don't." He reaches for your hand and pries it off his arm gently, squeezing it before letting it go.
âWhereâs Fish going?â Benny returns from the deck just a second too late, but just in time to watch Frankie leave again and see the bewildered looks on his friendsâ faces.
"I don't fucking know." The entire day has been one big bag of surprises and Pope doesn't particularly like surprises. He turns towards you for some kind of explanation, although the nickname gatita sounds familiar, like Fish has mentioned it before. "You know Frank?"
âWe grew up together.â Itâs the best you can hiccup out before you take off like a shot, following Frankie through the gate. âFrankie!â Heâs already down at the street, but he pauses when you call his name and it gives you time to catch up.
Waiting for you as you rush towards him, Frankie takes off his Standard Oil hat and scratches his hair. Struck by how nostalgic the moment is, waiting for you to catch up to him so many times once upon a lifetime ago. âLook, Iâm sorry.â He sighs when you are closer. âI didnât know, okay? Iâm going.â
âI think you should stay.â Not as fit as you once were, you puff a little and put your arms around your waist. âWe, uhâfor Santiago, if nothing else. Youâre his friend and IâIâm somebody you used to know.â And there is so, so much to tell himâŠ
The idea that you might want him there makes him pause and he frowns slightly as he stares at you for a moment. âOnly if youâre sure.â He still hesitates. âItâs your birthday after all.â
âIt is.â And youâre not sure. Youâre really not. But since heâs reappearing in your life almost twenty-five years later, the lump in your throat is winning over logic.
âLast time I saw you was on your birthday.â Frankie frowns, wondering how he could have been such a shit head back then. âSeems like the circle is complete.â
âEighteen was a long time ago.â It was right before he left for boot camp, and youâd been pushing him to commit to you before he left. A stupid thing to do at such a young age. You know that now. But you were so stupid in love with him back then and there was so much going on.
âYes it was.â He can admit that, biting his lip and shuffling slightly. âAnd I was an asshole.â He had broken his own damn heart, even if he hadnât known it at the time.
âI shouldnât have pushed you so hard.â Squeezing your eyes shut makes you feel like your heart is going to burst, but the universe has decided that itâs time to finally time to come clean. âI was scared. And Iâm sorry.â
âI was stupid.â Frankie has so many regrets from that time of his life, just compounded over the years and he almost steps closer to you, but he doesnât. He canât, he doesnât have that right anymore. âI proved you right. I didnât come back.â The argument is still confusing in his memory, just as much as it had confused him then. You had pushed to get married before he left and he had wanted to wait. It had become a sticking point and in his stubbornness, he had broken up with you.
âYou didnât come back and you didnât have a cell phoneâŠand then your parents moved.â With their only child moved on, Frankieâs father had accepted a transfer upstate from the Standard Heating & Oil Co that both of your fathers worked for. âI hadâI had no way to talk to you. Toâto tell youââ Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, surprising you since you thought you had cried every last tear you had over Frankie Morales.
âTell me?â Frankie frowns and he does step closer, hating to see tears in your eyes again on a birthday. Especially because they seem to be because of him again. âTell me what, gatita?â
âFair warning.â Wiping at the corners of your eyes, you canât quite look him in his even when you straighten out again. âYouâll hate me. And you probably should, at this point.â
âI donât think I could hate you.â Frankie admits quietly, unable to even imagine a world where he would.
âYou might.â Wiping your hands down your face and breathing out a deep, frustrated groan, you look up again to see the eyes of the boy who was your first everything looking back at you, and you crumble. âI didnât have any way to contact you,â you repeat again, knowing you could and should have tried harder anyway. âAnd I was scared of losing you because â because I was pregnant.â
The way his brows pull down is instantaneous and he immediately puts his hands on his hips and twists around as he absorbs your news. âYouâ you were pregnant?â He chokes out, looking back at you with a wounded expression. âIâ what? No? Whatâ pregnant?â
âThatâsâŠthatâs why I was pushing you so hard to propose.â You admit, eyes cast down at the ground.
âYou didnât say a word.â Frankie shakes his head. âWhyâ why didnât you tell me? If I had knownââ
âI thought if I told you that youâd only run away from me faster.â Which, at eighteen years old, had seemed like pretty sound logic to you. âBy the time I was scared enough to just want you there regardless, it was too late. You wereâŠyou were gone.â
âBy the timeââ he shakes his head, eyes wide and he swallows harshly. âWhat happened? Donâtâ Iâ what are you saying?â
"I'm saying that you have a daughter." A fact which sticks in your throat now like you had tried to swallow a pinecone. "Who is smart, and kind, and headstrong, and stubborn as hell. But she's doing so well for herself that a lot of that stubbornness just slides right by."
Frankie blanks out for a minute, staring at you before he turns away. Grappling with his emotions as he bends over and tries to take a breath, groaning slightly in disbelief. âNo.â He shakes his head, turning back to you. âNo! Donât tell me that!â
"I'm sorry." It isn't worth much, as apologies go, but you kneel down beside him on the grass and wonder if he'll be mad enough to strike out if you put a hand on his back. "I really am. You should have known a long time ago."
âTwenty-four,â he chokes out. âYou are telling me I have a twenty-four year old daughter?â His face screws up in the regret and tears. âPlease tell me youâre fucking joking.â
"I had no way to tell you." It's a lame excuse, or at least it feels lame, and you do rest your hand on his back but it's so gentle you don't even know if he can feel it.
âOh fuckâŠ.fuck, fuck, fuckâŠ..â Frankie moans, closing his eyes and his fists bunch against his thighs. âI-I-Iâ donâtâ I canât ââ
"Frankie?" His breathing sounds panicked, and you soothe one hand in circles around his back. "Breathe, okay? Just breathe. Everything's okay. Sheâshe's grown. She's raised. No one is asking you to do anything."
âIâI missed it.â He manages. âI missed everything.â Closing his eyes as he realizes that his trajectory of his life would have been vastly different if he had known.
Oh. It's the opposite. The exact opposite. He's not panicked that you're going to expect him to stay, like you thought he was. He's upset that he missed Rachel's childhood. "There's...there's still the whole rest of her life ahead."
âIâ I should have been there.â He drops his head down even more. âFuckâ you must hate me. She must hate me.â
"It's my fault you didn't know. Why would I hate you?" As much as it has ever hurt to lose him, you've never actually hated him. Just missed him. Which isn't the same although they can be confused for each other. "And Rachelâ Frankie, she knows the truth. That we were young and lost touch."
âRachel.â He shakes his head, focusing on her name and itâs so goddamn familiar. âHer name is Rachel?â
"My aunt Rachel died right before she was born," you explain, wondering if he even remembers meeting your mother's sister a million and a half times at different family functions while you were together. He was always invited for every holiday.
âGod.â He closes his eyes and shakes his head, hating that he had been such a fucking idiot back then. âIâm so sorry.â He whispers.
"I am, too." More sorry than you can possibly say, but what else can you do at this point but try to move forward?
âSo I managed to ruin another birthday of yours.â He pushes aside the grief and sorrow that is threatening to overwhelm him and locks it down. Compartmentalize, shutting down, itâs what he knows best. He can freak out about this later when heâs left.
"It's not ruined." It's awkward, and it's uncomfortable, and you're not really sure what to do now. But it's not ruined. "It'sâit's notâI don't know what today is, but it's..." you sigh heavily and stand up again. "I don't know, Frankie. If you want to leave that's up to you. But our lives cross now, and I know...I know Rachel would want to meet you."
âOh god. Is sheâ is she there? Here?â He asks, shaking his head. âCan I meet her?â
"If I wasn't going to let you meet her, I would have just kept my mouth shut about the whole thing," you needle him gently. Just wishing he could or would do as much as crack a smile. It seems desperately needed.
The huff, the quarter of a smile is almost involuntary. Almost in disbelief and he looks over at you with a heavy stare. âI want to meet her.â He tells you quietly. âIf I had known, things would have been so different for us, gatita.â
"No use crying over spilled milk, I think." Twenty-four years of regret is a lot to process, but you nod in acknowledgement. Just a small motion of thanks that he is at least saying out loud what you suspected.
âFuck.â He huffs again and uncurls his hands to wipe them on his jeans. âIâm nervous.â
"Telling you not to be seems cruel," you huff, though you're not sure what else to say. "No one planned this. No one saw this coming. It will be as much of a shock to her as it is to you. Asâas it was to me to see you."
âForty-two.â He shakes his head and looks back over at you in awe. âYou donât look a day over fucking eighteen.â It might be a small embellishment, but you look amazing and so much like the girl he has loved for so long.
"You're not so bad yourself." Santiago may be on the other side of that fence, but a part of your heart has always and will always belong to scrawny Frankie Morales from Brooklyn. Even if he isn't scrawny anymore â which is a thing you can't help but notice.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, centering himself before he nods. âWe should go back.â He murmurs.
"I promise she's not scary." Although you'll understand when it is a complete shock to her. And to the others. "Just...let me tell her first? I ran after you so fast that I didn't explain to anyone else yet."
Both of you stand up and he scrubs his hands on his jeans again. âSure, sure.â He agrees, knowing that it could be sort of a shock, even if sheâs known about him her whole life.
"Remember to breathe," you advise him with a wry chuckle, even though it's good advice for you too.
âWhen I remember how.â Frankie snorts, slightly pacing in place as he glances towards the back yard gate.
"Come on." Nodding toward the yard, you take a step in that direction to see if it will spur him on. The urge to offer him your hand is misplaced, and you have to quell it by putting your hands in your jeans pockets. "We've kept them waiting long enough."
Frankie exhales roughly and trails along behind you, wanting you to take the lead. He has to tell you about Luna at some point, but he will do that after he meets the daughter he never knew he had.
âSorry about that.â Once youâre on the other side of the gate again, you see Rachel standing in the midst of Santiago, Benny, and Will all looking concerned. âThat wasâŠunexpected? Shall we say?â
âMom?â Rachel moves closer to you and frowns as her eyes slide back to where Frankie is hanging back. âWhy are you upset with Fish?â She asks softly, looking back at the other three men and then back at you. âYou said you knew him? When? I donât remember you dating him.â Your dates had been few and far between, even rarer that she had met them, but she would have remembered someone called Catfish.
âIâm not upset, sweet pea. Iâm just surprised.â Itâs a lie, but a prudent one. You are upset, and itâs because your little slice of peace has been disturbed. But no one did that on purpose, so youâll just have to live with it. âWhy donât weâwe should talk about this inside.â
âNo. Here. Now.â She has inherited her stubbornness both you and Frankie. And sheâs eyeing the man she had met a few months ago and hung out with suspiciously. He looks like heâs about to be sick and sheâs not above taking a baseball bat to his knees if needed, whether or not she had liked him before.
âRach, I really donât think thatâs a good idea,â you murmur, looking around the backyard. Most people are milling about and a few are in the pool, but they obviously all know something is up.
Rachel stares at you for a minute and then she shoots Frankie a glare because you look so upset before she turns around and marches towards the house.
âYou guys, too,â you decide, figuring itâs probably best to get all of this over with. Santiago is dating you, Benny is dating Rachel, and Will is bound to find everything out soon enough.
Thereâs not a lot of hope for him with the glare shot his way, so Frankie hangs back for a moment. Reconciling the fact that Rachel is the girl that Benny has been dating. His daughter is dating his friend. His friend who has been bragging about his girl to him. And their sex life. Heâs going to throw up or punch Ben in the mouth.
Once everyone is inside, you check to make sure the bathroom is empty and close the sliding doors tightly. Everyone outside can wait. This is far more important. âEverything is okay,â you start, making sure that right off the bat Rachel knows you arenât mad and Santiago understands you donât hate his best friend. His best friend. Fuck. âIt was justâas surprising as it was to find out Santiago and Ben are friendsâŠthis is an even bigger surprise.â
Frankie leans on the side of the wall, staring at the tip of his boot as he tries to wait for you to tell Rachel. He canât blurt it out, sheâs your kid. Not hisâ not really. He hasnât done a goddamn thing to help raise her, but he has to admire the job youâve done.
"The thing is, Rach." Blowing out a breath, you reach out for your daughter's hand and just pray she won't hate you. "You wouldn't remember when I dated Frankie. Because it was before you were born."
âHermano.â Popeâs eyes widen and the nickname clicks. He knew he had heard it before. âGatita? This isââ he whistles quietly. âMierda.â
When Rachel still looks confused, you breathe deeply and try your best not to shake. Or to chicken out. "There are a lot of blanks to fill in along the way, but...sweet pea...Frankie isâ" Oh god, you're going to throw up. You're absolutely going to throw up. "He's your father."
You could hear a pin drop, or a mouse fart, the room is so quiet. Every head snapping towards Frankie in judgement and he doesnât pay them any attention, focusing on the one person right now that matters. His daughter.
"I don't understand." Rachel stands bog still, clutching your hand with eyes as wide as saucers as she looks frantically between you and Frankie. She had liked this man. He is a good friend to Ben. But now she doesn't know what to think.
âYour mom and I were high school sweethearts.â Frankie isnât sure what you might have told her, but heâs going to tell her what he knows to be true. âMore like middle school, but you know?â He shrugs. âI didnât know she was pregnant.â He promises. âI swear I didnât know.â
Will sighs from the other side of the room. âOh shit.â
"Everything I ever told you about him was the truth." You had worked hard to always be fair to Frankie when you were raising Rachel, even if it led to never telling her very much about him unless she asked. "He didn't know, and I had no way of telling him. It's been...it's been twenty-five years since we even spoke to each other. So you can understand why I was surprised to see him walk in today."
âAnd heâs friends with your boyfriend and mine.â Thereâs a note of disbelief in her voice that Frankie doesnât blame her for.
âWe were on the same team for years.â Frankie explains. âI was their pilot.â
âThatâs why we lost touch,â you remind your daughter gently. âHe left for boot camp.â Considering Ben isnât the first Army boy that Rachel has dated, you have always sort of had a suspicion that she was subconsciously searching for her dad in these men. It just never occurred to you that it would actually work.
She looks at him, almost accusatory in her gaze. âWhy did you never come back?â She demands. âIf you loved her, why did you just walk away?â
That makes Frankie wince, and he shoves his hands in his pockets again. âHave you ever done something dumb and been too goddamn proud to admit you were wrong?â He asks quietly, and Pope, despite his own feelings about the entire situation, wonât let Frankieâs daughter twist in the wind.
âHe used to talk about his gatita.â He interjects. âRegretting not making up with her and wishing he could get in contact with her.â
âIt was harder back then, honey.â The gentle reminder is important, because Rachel might not have grown up in a world of luxury but sheâs definitely never known a world without cell phones or social media. âWhen I told your grandparents that you were coming, we moved. It was just a little further outside the city, but the place was bigger and the neighborhood was safer. Your grandma found a better job andâ and with neither of our families still in Brooklyn, we couldnât have found each other. Even if your dad had come back looking for me, or tried to call our old apartment? We wouldnât have been there.â At least she hasnât ripped her hand out of yours yet. Youâre considering that a good thing âWe were kids, and we made mistakes. Very big ones. But you know he didnât leave because he didnât love you.â
âI would have never.â He promises, his voice thick with emotions. He shakes his head and frowns slightly. He doesnât know why he didnât realize who she was to him now that he knows. She looks just like a perfect combination of you and him, with your nose, thank God. But her ears curl just like his.
âOh godâŠâ In trying to process everything, Rachel glances up and looks at Frankieâs hat again, groaning to herself and wiping one hand at the bottom of her neck just like he does â but neither of them ever noticed the simile gesture. âI always just thought the hat was a funny coincidence,â she admits with a huff.
âMy hat?â He takes it off and scrubs his hair quickly before putting it back on his head. âHad it since I was a kid.â
The Miller brothers look confused, and you offer them a wilted smile with your explanation. "Both of our fathers, Rach's grandfathers...they both worked for Standard for forever. That's how Frankie and I met."
âOh shit.â Benny frowns slightly and moves over to Rachelâs side, squeezing her hip supportively.
"I know this is a lot." It's a lot for everyone, but you're mostly just talking to Rachel. Your whole adult life has been lived for your baby girl and now emotions are unraveling at light speed. "But nothing has to change. You're a grown woman, sweet pea. And whatever relationship you want with your Dad is up to you."
âIâve spent time with him.â She admits quietly. âAfter a fight of Bennyâs.â She looks back at Frankie and bites her lip. âBut Iâd like to get to know him as my dad.â
"I know this just got sprung on everybody," you murmur again. The fact is that right now you have a yard full of people and all you want to do is disappear under your comforter and pretend it isn't happening. "But...life throws you curveballs, right?"
âYeah.â Frankie huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and feeling like his entire world has turned on its head. Wishing like hell he could snort a line but he promised himself he wouldnât touch that shit again.
"We should give you guys some privacy." When Will finally speaks up, it's to motion to his brother and to Pope that maybe they should step outside. There are a lot of emotions creating tension in this room and they're not going to be made easier by having an audience.
Pope shuffles slightly, wanting to stay, but he also needs to think about this entire thing. The situation is blowing up and he doesnât want to make things worse.
"Maybe you could throw the burgers on the grill? And we'll be out in a few minutes?" He had offered to be in charge of the grill today but that was before everything had gone to hell and now you have no idea what he's thinking. "And I promise we'll talk through everything, too."
âOf course.â He nods and doesnât lean in to kiss you like he might have just a few minutes before walking in this house. Feeling almost guilty for the entire situation right now.
That missing kiss is enough to tell you that everything has changed. Santiago has never shied away from affection or from public displays, and this is exactly the time that a partner might have offered that kind of comfort. Whatever you end up talking to him about later, you're now prepared for him to end things. But you can't fault him for that. You had a baby with his best friend â even if you didn't know each other then.
âBaby?â Benny looks at Rachel, checking with her before he leaves.
"It's okay," she promises him, going up on her toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I'll find you when we come back out." And she's going to find a White Claw or six in the garage fridge, too. Fuck.
âOkay.â He shoots Frankie a worried look, not liking the despair on his friendâs face and shuffles to the door.
"I figured it might be easiest to just tell them the facts up front and then let all of us talk," you tell them both, now wondering if that was the right move at all.
âYeah.â Frankie nods, understanding why you did it, but he looks over at Rachel with regret and waits for her to say something.
"Do you, actually...do you mind if I talk to Frankieâ" Rachel hums awkwardly over it, before reconsidering. "If I talk to my father alone for a few minutes?" She sort of feels like they're ganging up on him, and while she has questions and she's sure that you do, too...hers are going to be very different from yours.
âI donât mind.â Frankie glances back over at you for approval.
"I should go make the rounds outside." As much as you don't want to, it is your party and they are your guests out there. Most of whom noticed that something odd has happened even if they don't know what. Still, you nod and lean over to hug your daughter. "Come back out when youâre ready. Ben looked like he'll worry until you do."
âI will.â She promises and Frankie catches your eye as you glance over at him.
âThanks.â He murmurs, thanking you for the opportunity to talk to Rachel. He knows you could have been very different with this entire thing. Blowing out a breath when you walk out and shut the door, he looks back at his grown daughter. âSo hit me with it.â He tells her.
For a second Rachel is dumbfounded. She just stands and stares at him, but then her shoulders slump and she shrugs and she blows out a long sigh. âI guess I know the real reason my middle name is Francine,â she poses, shaking her head. âMom said it was because The Nanny is her favourite show and I completely fucking believe that because she worships Fran Drescher, but Iâm willing to bet thatâs one of only like six lies sheâs ever told me in my whole life and itâs actually because of you.â
âFrancisco Alberto Morales.â He introduces himself to her quietly, nodding and trying not to be humbled by the fact that you gave your daughter a version of his name. Something to connect the two of you.
âAnd you guys wereâŠyou were together for a long time?â She knows the story. Sheâs heard it from you over and over again. But something in her feels like she needs to hear it confirmed from him.
âSeventh grade until her 18th birthday.â He frowns at the way that makes him sound, how callous it could be construed. He has just walked away after so long.
âAnd she wanted to get married.â Rachel prompts, needing these landmarks of the story confirmed for her.
âWe had a plan.â He shuffles slightly and looks around the neat and well decorated home. Youâve done well for yourself and it shows. âI was going to get through boot camp and my âAâ school while she started college and then when I got to my first duty station, she would transfer to a school nearby.â His shoulders round when he remembers that last fight, the missing piece now clicked into place and with maturity, he can see that you had been terrified, not overbearing. âHer birthday, she blind-sided me with getting married.â
âShe wanted to skip forward and get married first, and you didnât agree.â She can see it from both sides, now. As an adult it makes sense why an eighteen-year-old planning his life would think his girlfriend was just trying to trap him â or even that she wanted the wedding more than she wanted him. âButâŠyou never got married at all? Even after Mom?â
âNo.â Marie isnât married to him, he couldnât do that even if he had been inclined to. She was still technically married to some guy in her past, or so she claimed. âButâŠ.â
âOh god, donât say Marie.â Rachel bursts out, talking before she can even think. âSheâs awful, and Iâm not the only one who thinks so. I didnât feel like I had a right to say anything before but I totally do now and sheâs abusive and terrible, and I will absolutely help you leave her if you need help. Iâll babysit Luna anytime and â oh my god Luna is my sisterââ
Frankie shuffles and looks down at his feet. Marie hadnât been at her best the first time that Rachel had come to the bar after the fight. She had been pissed off because his hearing had been postponed again and he wasnât closer to getting his pilotâs license back.
âLook, if youâre happy, itâs whatever.â Rachel shuffles, not realizing sheâs moving the same way as Frankie, and shrugs. She senses sheâs hit a nerve. âIâll still help with Luna whenever you need. IâI always wanted a baby sisterâŠâ
âSheâs not bad.â Frankie had dealt with her for a long time and it seemed harder to leave than it was to stay. âThat was a bad night.â
âIf you say so.â She doesnât believe him, but the very first day she meets her father isnât the day to push too hard.
He doesnât know what to say, so he looks around the house again. âDid you and your mom struggle?â He asks quietly.
âMy grandparents helped.â The short answer is yes, but she doesnât want to make him feel guilty. âWe lived with them when I was little, then we moved down here when I was about thirteen. Mom got a job with Disney.â
Frankie nods, frowning slightly. He has his retirement and his Thrift Savings Plan from the military, which he will hopefully be able to not use once he gets his license back. Heâs not in the best position to offer any kind of help, but he will. âYouâre in school, right?â He asks.
âIâm getting my masters at UCF.â Rachel nods again. âI still live with Mom. Here, I mean. She didnât make me leave or anything when I started college.â
Sheâs dedicated. Frankie knows that college, especially graduate programs, are expensive. âThatâs good.â He bites his lip and wonders if the offer would offend her. âI have my G.I. Bill.â He mentions. âI can gift it to a spouse â which I donât have.â He shrugs. âOr a child.â
It's a very sweet offer, but that doesn't really surprise her. She already knows Frankie is a sweet guy. "Save it for Luna," she tells him. "I have great scholarships, and that way she'll be able to look forward to school without worrying about student loans."
Itâs feels like a rejection, even though he knows itâs not. He nods and clears his throat. âThatâs good.â He has an odd sense of pride for her achievements, even though he had done nothing to contribute.
"What do you want to know about me?" There's probably plenty, but now Rachel feels a bit self-conscious. She's at least heard stories about him. All he knows about her is whatever Ben has told him.
âEverything.â The word tumbles out before he can stop himself and he looks embarrassed. âIâ I want to know everything.â
"Everything is a lot," she laughs, but understands. She wants to know everything about him too. She's wondered about her father forever. "What if...what if we did some father/daughter stuff? I could come over and spend time with you and Luna or we could grab a drink sometimes? Just...exist together. And all the get to know you stuff will come in time?"
âYeah.â He nods eagerly and smiles at her, his eyes crinkling and his face lighting up at the idea. âI like that. Any time. Any time at all.â
âOkay.â Sheâs feeling bone tired by all of this so she can only imagine how you and Frankie feel, but as Rachel moves over to the notepad on the far table to write her number down for him, she purses her lips slightly and tilts her head. Her thinking face. âDonâtâŠplease donât be too hard on Mom?â She asks, holding the slip of paper out to him a second later. âShe doesnât ever say it, but I know sheâs missed you. And she worked so hard to raise me alone, she justâŠshe deserves the world.â
âIâm not mad at your mother, querida.â He promises, taking the paper and looking down at it before he folds it up carefully and tucks it into his pocket. âIâm mad at myself.â He explains. âToo goddamn proud to admit I was wrong, and I apparently missed out on a hell of a life.â He looks up at her with pride. âAnd a hell of a daughter.â
âWell shucks, Paw,â she laughs, obviously very touched by the sentiment. âI guess we both have a bunch to catch up on. But we can do that.â
He snorts and huffs out a grin. âBy the way, Iâm going to punch your boyfriend in the mouth.â He warns Rachel. âSo donât go screaming at me when it happens.â
âBenny?â She makes an audible huffing sound. âWhat did he do?â
âYouâll find out.â He wonât say now, but he shrugs. âHe deserves it, and heâll know it.â
âSeems weird, but okay.â Men do weird things sometimes. Sheâs not so young that she doesnât know that.
He chuckles and sweeps his head off his head again. âYou look like your mother when you wrinkle your nose.â
âItâs funny.â She wrinkles her nose again but consciously, wondering if she really does look like you that way. âShe always said I had your smile. And your ears.â
Frankie reaches out and brushes her curls back behind her ears and smiles. âYou do have my ears.â He admits.
âIs it weird? She asks, stifling a laugh. âTo realize that?â
âSurreal.â He admits with a sigh. âI donât know what to think. I went from being too old to have a six-month-old, to being the dad to a grown ass woman.â
âI was teasing Mom about wanting a little sister last night,â Rachel admits with a groan at the irony. âShows me right.â
Frankie smirks slightly and shrugs. âIsnât life sometimes a kick in the teeth?â
******
âWhat a Fucking kick in the teeth.â Will pushes out a sigh in the backyard, cracking open the beer he grabbed from the cooler Fish brought.
âYeah.â Pope frowns at the grill, pushing the perfectly aligned burgers with the spatula. âWho would have thought?â
"What are you gonna do?" It's not as though Pope has had a lot of time to think, but Will knows him long enough to know that the wheels are already spinning. They have all heard Fish talk about his gatita, and now that they know who she is? It at least warrants a reaction.
Pope glances over at Will before he looks back at the grill, his movements a little stiffer than just a moment before. âWhat can I do?â He asks rhetorically. âShe was his first.â
"Just because she was his first doesn't mean that he has to be her last," Benny offers, not quite sure what else to say. They all know that Pope had been starting to fall for you, even if it had never been said. Now he is very obviously pulling back.
"No, but she would want him to be." He admits quietly. "She had told me about her first love. She didn't tell me his name." He says pointedly when Benny opens his mouth to ask the obvious question. "But she told me enough to know that she's still in love with him. And we know that Frankie never got over her."
"So it's not about stepping back," Will observes, sipping his beer in the hot Florida sun. "It's about letting them be together."
Closing the grill, Pope sighs, hands on his hips as he looks around the backyard and comes to his decision. "Don't you think Fish deserves to be happy?" He asks quietly.
"Of course he does." The idea that Will might think otherwise practically makes him clutch his proverbial pearls.
"And fuck knows we want Marie gone," Benny huffs under his breath.
"His gatita is the one to make both of those wishes come true." He's sure of it and he will bow out like a gentleman. It's the least he can do since the last half year of hell in his personal life is partially his responsibility. He had pushed Fish to come to South America. Pope looks back at both of the other men. "Want to help me fix Fish's life?"
Benny is the first to smirk, clapping his hands together and rubbing them dramatically. "You gonna pull a binder out of your ass or are we talking this one through?"
"First, I'm going to get really drunk and pretend like I'm not falling on a sword." Pope snorts, snatching the beer out of Will's hand and taking a drink. "Then, we're gonna figure out how to get Fish custody of Luna." He tells them quietly. "That little girl is the reason he's still with Marie."
"We just need proof that she's the one with the drug problem." Will mumbles, not wanting to say those words too loud. "And we need his hearing to go through so he can get his damn license back."
"Yeah." He sighs and points at Will. "Can you talk to your ex?" Pope asks, knowing it's a big favor. "She's still working in the DA's office, right? Maybe she can help us? Or know someone who can?" Being a paralegal isn't the same as being an assistant DA, but she knows people.
"I'll see if she can at least point me in the right direction," Will nods in agreement, knowing that as uncomfortable as talking to his ex-fiancée will be, it's definitely the right course of action. "She always like Fish. It shouldn't be too hard to get her to give an e-mail or phone number of who can help."
âMarie isnât going be happy learning about Rachel.â Pope glances at Benny. âYou know that.â
"She's going to be furious." Ben agrees, wiping his hand through his hair and blowing out a raspberry. "She's gonna think Fish kept it from her on purpose."
âPoor bastard looked like he was about to fall over.â Pope sighs. âI hate this.â
"We're gonna make it work," Benny promises him. "Sorry you got shoved into the middle of it, though."
âItâs okay.â It wasnât and it actually really hurt that he was going to have to end things with you and pretend that heâs just friends with you, but his brother is worth it.
"Better to find out now than a year from now," Will offers, knowing it isn't a whole lot of comfort. But at least it's honest.
âYeah.â You walk out of the house and he immediately turns to watch you. âBetter now.â Santi murmurs, his heart aching.
******
Most people leave around dinner time, splintering off to nighttime plans or to go home to their families. Santiago, Frankie, and the Miller brothers stayed long enough to help you clean up and Rachel is loading the dishwasher when you realize Santiago has gone temporarily missing. On a hunch, you go down the hall to your bedroom and frown to see him there, tucking things back into his duffel bag.
"Decided not the stay the night?"
He hates that you caught him and he stands tall after shoving in a t-shirt and tamping down the guilty feeling. âItâs been aâŠsurprising day.â He tells you. âFigured it might be better to change the plan for tonight.â
"Just for tonight?" You have a feeling you know the answer, but you want it out in the open. No questions or doubts.
His eyes slide away from you and for a moment, he falters. Wondering if this is the wrong thing to do. âNo.â He admits, walking over to you and cupping your cheeks in his hand. âI amâ wasâ falling in love with you.â He wonât lie to you. âBut youâve been in love with Frank for far longer than youâve loved me.â
It's enormously frustrating for him to be both presumptuous and right. The last thing you want is to admit it, especially as tears press at the back of your eyes, and so a protest comes out of your mouth instead. "He's with someone else," you point out, knowing that someone mentioned it earlier. One of the Miller brothers, you think. "He'sâhe'sâit's so complicated, Santi."
âI know it is.â His brow pinches together and he leans forward to kiss your forehead. âAnd if itâs too complicated, I wonât let you twist in the wind.â He promises. âBut you deserve to find out if your love for him is still there.â
"This isn't how I saw today ending." Overwhelmed and next to tears was definitely not on the docket, but you're not going to beg him to stay. That's not the kind of girl you are anymore. You haven't been in a long time. "What a shitty birthday."
âIâm so sorry, sweetheart.â Pope closes his own eyes and leans his forehead against yours. âI can stay if you want.â He offers in a whisper, feeling guilty all over as his resolve crumbles.
"You'd feel guilty if you did." He's a good man, that's why. It's part of what you liked so much about him when you met, and part of what's grown on you. "Like you were betraying Frankie."
âI would still stay.â He promises.
"You'd feel guilty and then you'd start to resent me." The defense mechanism of crossing your arms over your chest might guard you in spirit, but it doesn't stop you from feeling like utter dogshit in this moment. "Just...know that this isn't how I wanted things to go between us. That's all."
âI know.â He murmurs softly, the slight smile on his lips ironic. âI know, baby. I didnât want this either.â He admits. âBut Iâm still going to be here for you. That wonât change.â
âCould I just ask you one favor before you go?â All things considered, itâs very minor and sort of the least you could possibly ask.
âAnything.â Pope would do anything for you, heâs proving that, but he wouldnât deny you simple request if itâs in his power to take care of it.
âI donât know if youâre going to see them at all tonight or not but justâŠdonât tell Rachel yet? Sheâs going to spend the night with Ben again and I know her. Sheâll come straight home to be with me instead. I donât want to ruin her night.â
He chuckles softly, aware of what that says about you as a mom. âYou are a good woman.â He murmurs, leaning in kissing your forehead again. âI wonât say anything to her.â
âIâll tell her tomorrow.â You promise him. Itâs not that you want to hide things from her â itâs that you know sheâll act rashly out of loyalty to you if she finds out tonight. She might even break up with Ben, which is the last thing she actually wants or that you want for her.
âWhen you tell her is up to you.â He would never think that he should have an input on your relationship with Rachel or when you tell her. âWhenever you are comfortable.â
âWellâŠâ A shrug and a half sigh are the best you can do, not really sure of what else to say. Maybe youâll get on Pet Finder tonight and look for a cat. Or three.
âOhâŠâ Pope reaches into his bag and pulls out your gift. âI didnât want to give this to you in front of everyone.â He tells you quietly. âBut this is for you.â
âYou didnât have to.â Especially now. Especially with everything thatâs happened today. But you still smile weakly and accept the bag. Yup. Itâs gonna be me and three cranky, elderly cats. Thatâs my future. âIâum, thank you. ItâsâŠvery sweet of you. Youâre a very sweet person.â
âNo, Iâm not.â Pope snorts as he steps back. âBut you are worth the effort.â
Impulsively, it does make you want to ask why heâs leaving, then. But you know the answer. You know this is about you and Frankie having a past and that nothing is going to change Santiagoâs loyalty to his best friend. Whatâs even more annoying is that you like that about him, it hits harder and hurts more. All you can say without letting the emotions through the floodgates is just to excuse yourself to grab the book of his that you borrowed because itâs downstairs in the living room.
Staring at the door, Pope sighs and pulls his phone out of his pocket to text Will. Deciding that he needs a drink after the emotional rollercoaster of the day.
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If You're Crazy Too
Summary: It isnât the weirdest thing thatâs ever happened to you, helping your friend with benefits confess his love for his longtime friend and roommate. But itâs definitely in the top ten. Word Count: 8,600 Pairing: Santi x m!amab!reader x Frankie Rating: 18+ Explicit Warnings: 18+ mdni, mutual masturbation, watching porn together, threesome, handjobs, ass eating, oral sex (m receiving), anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up), dirty talk, dom/sub undertones, polyamory Betas: @for-a-longlongtime and @perotovar thank you both so much, you're angels for helping me through this <3 A/N: Special thanks to the author of this post for making an excellent resource for writing Spanish in fics, it came SO in handy. Also thanks to @triplefrontier-anniversary for inspiring me to finish getting this brainworm all written down before the deadline!
Santi is an incredible fuck. Also, heâs a fairly sweet guy.Â
You met him at your favorite club. Heâd been dancing with men and women all night long, graceful and respectful, and you itched to get your turn with him.Â
When you finally got the chance, his body was solid and sweaty and sure against your own.Â
You could barely hear him over the music when he told you, lips brushing over your ear, that he was hoping youâd seek him out.Â
He kissed you, after a few songs, and you met it with an eagerness you didnât even know you had in you. It wasnât long before he asked you to come back to his place, and he made you fall apart underneath him.Â
The morning after wouldnât have been awkward, either, if his roommate hadnât been cooking breakfast for the both of you.Â
Santi introduced him as âFrankie, or Catfish, or Fish.â He was gorgeous, too, in a softer way than Santi. His brown eyes were wider and less menacing than Santiâs, and his curls peeked out under a well-worn truckerâs cap.
He said it was nice to meet you, and asked how you liked your eggs, and if you were way too loud the night before with Santi, he didnât mention it. You did, however, catch him sneaking glances at Santi while the three of you ate, and wondered what they meant.Â
It didnât matter much at the time when you thought youâd never see Santi again. But he walked you to your Uber after breakfast, and asked if you maybe wanted to do this again, no pressure, no strings attached. And you did. So you exchanged numbers and he kissed you on the cheek before sending you off.Â
Youâve met up with him a few times now. Each time Frankie makes himself scarce. You either hear the TV in his room, or you pass him on your way in, telling you heâs got errands to run. What errands heâs running at 10pm, youâre not sure you want to know, but you donât think much of it.Â
Until now. You knock on the front door of their apartment and hear voices, too muffled to make anything out clearly.Â
Santi answers before too long with a smile, and you follow, intent to trail him to his bedroom like you usually do.Â
This time, though, Frankieâs sat on the couch in the living room, a beer in his hand, and he looks like someone just kicked his puppy.
âAm I, uh, interrupting something? We can rain check.âÂ
Frankie looks to you, and then to Santi, and you feel like you have your answer before either of them speak.Â
âNo, no, you havenât interrupted anything,â Santi starts, âitâs just our favorite OnlyFans guy released a new video a few days ago and we havenât had the chance to watch it yet. Fish is a little eager.â
âFuck you, Iâm not. Just thought we were watching it today is all. No big deal.âÂ
Itâs a lot of information to process, that these two not only share a favorite OnlyFans creator, but watch his videos together. Andâ not to assume, but youâre sure they probably do other things together too.Â
âOh⊠I mean, I donât want to ruin your plans.â
âItâs fineââ
Frankieâs reassurance is cut off by Santi though, something that seems like a common occurrence by the way he settles back into his seat and closes his lips when Santi begins to speak.Â
âYou wanna watch with us? First orgasm of the night, but I promise Iâll make it up to you after.âÂ
And fuck it, you think. It isnât quite what you imagined when you left your place, but it doesnât sound like a terrible way to spend your Friday night.Â
âIâm down,â you shrug, and Santiâs eyes crinkle when he smiles and winks at you.Â
He turns the lights off while Frankie casts the video to the TV. You settle in the armchair, as Fish looks a little uncomfortable, but he assures you he isnât when you check in with him.Â
Santi takes the opposite side of the couch as Frankie, and then heâs ordering him to start the video.Â
The bar on the bottom reads 45:06. Longer than you expected. The video is well-edited with soft royalty-free music over a logo that fades when the man appears on screen.Â
You chance a small glance at the couch. You arenât really sure what the etiquette is here, but neither of them seem to be making any moves yet, hands resting on their own thighs. You mirror them, subtly shifting to do so, and avert your eyes to the television once more.Â
The man on the screen is a wicked dirty talker. He spends a good five minutes telling the viewer what he wants done to him. Heâs also quite submissive by the sounds of it, which shouldnât come as a surprise to you. Santi loves the way you submit to him, tells you so every time you hook up.Â
You find yourself wondering what Frankie likes in the bedroom, if heâs also just as dominant as Santi, if heâs more sweet or hardened, if he would be vocal like Santi or more reserved like he seems to be in his daily life.Â
Before you realize it, the man on the screen is stripping down into a skimpy, lacy set of underthings. His cock is on the smaller side but rock hard and leaking, tenting his little lacy briefs in a deliciously obscene display. Your cock stirs at the sight, and you peek over at the couch again.Â
Frankieâs palming the bulge in his sweatpants, eyes glued to the screen so diligently that you think itâs calculated. Santi, in contrast, has his hand under the waistband of his gym shorts already.Â
But you donât miss the way his eyes flicker from the screen, and not to you, but to Frankie, flitting up and down quickly from his face to his lap.Â
You try not to sigh too loudly as you cradle your own package, half-hard in your own skimpy briefs you wore just for Santi. You watch as the man on the screen turns his back to the camera and bends over, allows the camera to get a full view of the outline of the plug nestled between his juicy ass cheeks.Â
The air in the room feels humid, almost too hot as the video goes on. You definitely get why this guy is their favorite OnlyFans creator. Heâs gorgeous, first of all, all lithe muscle, soft in the perfect places. And heâs an incredible performer. He talks to the camera like heâs talking to you, desperate and breathy. It doesnât take long for your prick to fully fill out in your briefs.Â
The camera angle changes on screen. It cuts to him on all fours on the bed, his hole gaping from removing the plug, his pretty pink cock leaking between his legs. A rough grunt from your left has your eyes wandering to the couch again.Â
Santiâs cock is out, and the sight alone makes your mouth water. Thick and glistening in his big hand, his balls sat atop the waistband of his shorts. Your own throbs under the pressure of your palm, and you let yourself sneak a look at Frankie, too.Â
Heâs finally got his hand down his pants, and you almost feel bad for wondering what his cock is like, too. If it would mirror the differences between he and Santiâs bodies, longer but thinner. You wonder if heâs uncut like Santi is, and you wonder what heâd taste like.Â
A loud whimper makes you peel your eyes away from the couch and look back at the TV. The guy is three fingers deep in himself, fucking them in along with the messy amount of lube heâs used. Itâs fucking hot, and you throw all caution to the wind to unzip your jeans and pull your cock free from its confines.Â
âHeâs fucking hot right?âÂ
You turn your head to Santi at the sound of his voice. Your heart picks up at the sight of him, one hand stroking his balls while the other works slowly up and down his shaft.Â
You squeeze your own in response.Â
âYeah, not exactly my type but heâs still doing it for me.âÂ
Santi chuckles, nods his head back to the screen. But before you turn back yourself, you see Fish glance at Santi out of the corner of his eye. He starts to shuffle his waistband down his hips, but you turn away before you see anything you think you shouldnât.Â
The guy on the screen is limber. On his back now, knees pressed to his chest, heâs whining and whimpering while he fucks himself with a big, realistic dildo.Â
Itâs massive, much bigger than any real cock youâve taken, but you guess thatâs some of the appeal. You try to quietly spit in your hand, then spread it up and down as you lazily stroke yourself off to the video.Â
Itâs loud. The obscene squelching and consequential moans fill the living room, but not enough that you canât hear the strokes from both Santi and Frankie on the couch next to you. Occasionally you hear a muffled curse, or a stilted gasp, and you canât be sure which man theyâre coming from but you want to hear more.Â
You glance over again. Your eyes land on Santi first, of course, whoâs almost shamelessly staring at Frankieâs crotch, the way he lifts his hips to fuck into his fist every few thrusts.Â
Frankieâs cock is longer, and thinner, and youâre delighted to find that he isnât circumcised either, the fat head of his cock disappearing and reappearing from under his foreskin.Â
He turns his head, and you stop stroking your cock all together, afraid of Fishâs reaction to you sneaking a peek. Only, when you meet his eyes to shoot him an apologetic look, heâs not looking at you.Â
Heâs looking at Santi, staring, eyes roaming up and down his body, lingering where he fists his prick, then back up again. Youâre stunned still at how intimate it feels, the heat in Frankieâs gaze as he licks his plush lips.Â
You turn your eyes back to the video with a pounding heartbeat. Your erection begins to wane as you stare through the TV. You canât get it out of your mind, the way they look at each other. Youâre surprised they havenât caught each other looking yet. The heat from both of their gazes looked tangible, hungry and yearning. Itâs as plain as day to you, on the outside looking in.Â
âAh fuckââÂ
The curse is not from Santi. Your eyes trail over just in time to see Frankie pull his shirt up and spill across his stomach. His eyes are closed, head thrown back against the wall behind the couch, and you see Santiâs fist speed up, a blur of tan skin.Â
You watch him watch Frankie, unabashed now as Fishâs eyes are shut in bliss, and Santi comes too with a deep hum, closing his own eyes just in time for Frankie to open his and look at the both of you.Â
He quickly averts his gaze when he sees you staring, reaches for the tissue box on the coffee table in front of him. In a move that looks so familiar, he pulls out two for himself, and then two for Santi, handing them over with practiced ease.Â
Santi pants out a gruff gracias and uses one to clean up with, then holds out his hand to offer you the other.Â
âOhâ no thanks, Iâm good. Didnât quite get there.âÂ
Santi hums, uses the extra tissue to finish wiping himself up.Â
âWhatâs wrong, hermoso? Have I ruined you for all other men?â
His grin is cocky when he asks, tucking himself back into his shorts.Â
âYeah Santi, thatâs it.â
You roll your eyes and look over to Fish as if to say this fuckinâ guy, but heâs busy boring a hole into the paused TV screen like his life depends on it.Â
Your dick is hanging fairly limp out of your underwear, so you stow it away, pull your jeans back up.Â
âDonât bother,â Santi tells you, nodding his head toward his bedroom, âlet me make it up to you now.âÂ
So with your fly undone, you stand on weary legs and follow Santi to his room. When you make it, you turn back to Frankie, to say thank you or sorry, you canât be sure, because heâs already closing his own bedroom door behind him.Â
Santi makes good on his promise, though. He eats your ass for what feels like hours, until youâre shaking and begging for him to fuck you. And then he does, somehow riding the perfect line between rough and tender, holding your back against his front with one big hand on your chest as you both kneel on the bed. His other hand works your cock so perfectly that you come unglued in a grand way, like you always do with him.Â
He cleans you up after, gentle. Heâs a huge cuddler, so it doesnât phase you anymore when he spoons you close and presses his mouth along the little love bites heâs left.Â
âYou really arenât into subs, are you? Not even a little bit?âÂ
You know heâs referencing your lack of interest in the video. You could agree with him, or you could tell him the truth. Youâre not sure what to do, and so you sit in silence for some time before you decide to bite the bullet.Â
âIt isnât that. I mean, I am more into doms butâ that wasnât it.âÂ
You feel him go stiff behind you.Â
âShit, was that too weird for you? I didnât mean to force you intoââ
âNo! No, Santi, it was fine. I justâ youâre into Frankie, right?âÂ
Air escapes his lungs in something akin to a sob.Â
âWhat!? Why would you say that?â
Heâs not denying it, which is a good step.Â
âCâmon man, you were watching him more than you were watching the TV.â
âPendejo, no I wasnât.âÂ
âPendejoâ you mock him, âdonât gaslight me. I donât care. This isnât, weâre no strings, right? Iâm just saying, I donât wanna come between this thing.â
âThereâs no thing to come between. Even if you were right, which youâre not, Fish isnât into me like that.â
You laugh.Â
âO-kay.â
âDonât âokayâ me. How would you know? Youâve known him for a grand total of an hour and a half.âÂ
âHe was looking at you, too. You know that, right? Youâre just in denial?â
âI wouldâve seen if he was looking at me.â
âBecause you were looking at him.â
âFine! Okay, I was looking at him. He wasnât looking at me so whatâs it even matter?âÂ
âHe was, Santi. He was looking at your cock and licking his lips like he was starved. I saw it.â
Santi huffs behind you, and it tickles your neck.Â
âIâm not lying to you. Iâm not in love with you or anything but I care about you a little bit.â
His arm around you tightens for a beat.
âAwww, so sweet, querido.â
âShut up,â you huff, âyouâre changing the subject. He was looking at you, like heâs always looking at you. Iâve watched him moon over you every single breakfast Iâve eaten here. You know how bad that makes me feel, eating the breakfast he made me while your cum drips out of me?â
âFuck, whyâd you say it like that? Thatâs so hot.â
âBecause itâs true. If you guys have feelings for each other you need to figure that out before I die of a guilty conscience.â
You can practically feel Santiâs eyes roll behind you.Â
âDramĂĄtico,â he groans.Â
âYou do have feelings for him. It seems like he does too. Get your poop in a group about it, man.â
âWill you still stay over? Iâll need a morning fuck if this is the way my weekendâs gonna go.âÂ
ââ
I canât do it. Frankieâs visiting his kid this weekend
The text comes a few hours after you shared your now routine, dysfunctional family breakfast, where Fish was indeed making googly eyes at Santi, and Santiâs cum was indeed leaking out into your underwear.
Likely story
No really. I donât want to mess with his vibes, his kid is super important to him. Itâs cute.
Oh my god just fuck him already
Iâm TRYING okay? Can you help? I need moral support.
And look, it isnât the weirdest thing thatâs ever happened to you, helping your friend with benefits confess his love for his longtime friend and roommate. But itâs definitely in the top ten.Â
So the two of you devise a plan. Itâs convoluted as all hell, but also fairly simple. The next time their OnlyFans guy posts a video, Santi invites you over to watch again. Conveniently, just before you arrive, he spills a glass of red wine all over the seat of the armchair, and soaks the cushion trying to get the stain out of the beige fabric.Â
You show up, ânone the wiser.â Still, the vibes are absolutely weird in their two bedroom apartment. Frankieâs fidgeting on the couch, and Santi misses your cheek and plants a kiss to your eyelid. You have to get these boys together.Â
The plan goes off without a hitch from there. Santi flicks off the lights, and Frankie casts the video to the TV, just like they did last time, just like theyâve probably done dozens of times before. But now, the armchair is out of commission, so you all squeeze together on the couch. Santiâs in the middle, of course, his thick thigh pressing against your own as you all point your attention to the flatscreen.Â
Youâre kind of excited. Itâs a weird thing for you to be excited about, but you werenât lying all those days ago. You do care for Santi. And Fish too, really, if only for the delicious breakfasts he makes, and for making Santi happy.Â
This time, you donât wait for any of their cues. You pull your cock out as soon as the OnlyFans guy starts stripping his clothes. Santi grabs your hand, and for a second you think youâve ruined the plan. But then spits into it, and Frankie groans from Santiâs other side as he watches the display. You moan a little too, partly for show, partly for the way Santi never fails to make your dick rock hard in record time.Â
You stroke yourself, and it goads the boys into pulling their pants down, too. The guy on the screen is doing things a little differently this time, fingering a see-through fleshlight as he lubes it up. This is hotter to you, anyway. It doesnât take long at all for pre-cum to gather at your slit and slick your strokes even more.Â
By the time the guy is fucking into it with timid strokes, whimpering through the speakers, Santi still hasnât made a move. You elbow him in the side, and he flinches, then elbows you right back.Â
You turn your head toward him, make like youâre kissing his neck, because Frankieâs eyes are about to pop out of his skull with the way heâs got them trained on Santi.Â
âGo on. You already have an audience,â you whisper.Â
Santi shudders, and Frankie looks away. Just in time, too. Santi eyes the way Fish is stroking himself, and then you hold your breath as Santi lifts his hand and wraps it around the base of Frankieâs cock.Â
âOhmyfuckinggod.â
Frankieâs head thunks against the wall behind him, and his hips jolt up into the touch. Youâre watching without any hesitation now, and Fishâs eyes are closed anyway. Santi squeezes and Frankie whimpers and scrambles to find Santiâs cock without looking.Â
âFuck, Fish. Yeah?â
Santiâs voice is dripping with arousal, low and gruff, his cock twitching in Frankieâs grasp.Â
âPlease, please.â
Frankie finally opens his eyes, lets his head loll to the side to look at Santi. But his eyes quickly flutter to you, his expression twisting up in confusion.Â
âSanti, whatââ
âShhh, hermano, sâokay.â
You lean forward, and for a moment youâre having an out-of-body experience, watching yourself cradle into Santiâs side, not knowing if youâre helping or hurting their cause, but wanting to reassure them both that this is a good thing.
Frankie takes the encouragement for what it is, allowing himself to fuck up into Santiâs fist and look at him with hooded eyes, mouth gaping open.Â
Like a fish, you think, and chuckle against Santiâs neck.Â
âWhatâs happening? Why?â
Frankie looks between the two of you for an answer, and you bite down on Santiâs earlobe to goad him to answer.Â
âHe caught you looking, last time. Caught me looking at you, too. Put two and two together for me. This okay?â
Frankie shudders and closes his eyes, but nods his head.Â
You watch both of them, their hands on each otherâs pricks, their hips meeting the thrust of foreign fists.Â
âWaited so long,â Frankie whispers.Â
âLo sĂ©, me too.â
Their faces inch toward each other, and you nuzzle the curls at the nape of Santiâs neck. To encourage him, or maybe to shield your eyes from the intimate moment, or probably both.Â
You feel the kiss, the way Santiâs neck cranes and flexes, and you hear the ragged moans from their lungs, and you are rock hard.
But your work here is done. You may need to jerk off in Santiâs bathroom before you leave, lest you tumble down the apartment stairs since thereâs hardly any blood flow to anywhere other than your dick.Â
But as you make to get up, Santiâs free hand plants firmly on your thigh. You still behind him, a rush of awkwardness flushes through your system.Â
His head leans back when he pulls away from the kiss, and you watch the way Frankie physically recovers from it, takes a big lungful of air and slowly opens his eyes, licks the taste of Santi from his lips.Â
âWhat do you think, Fish? Should we thank him?âÂ
Your cock throbs where itâs pressed against Santi, and you feel him chuckle, but Frankieâs nodding his head fast and looking straight at you.Â
âYeah, yes,â he answers, breathless.Â
âMy bedroom or yours, hermano?â
âI couldnât give any less of a shit.â
They both laugh, and you find it in you to huff, but itâs anything but authentic when all you can think about is having these two men in bed with you, thanking you.Â
âGo get comfy, yeah? Weâll be there in a minute,â Santi tells you.Â
Youâve never moved more swiftly in your life, and youâre sure it looks so graceful, walking to Santiâs room with your hard prick swaying in the wind. But you, like Frankie, couldnât give any less of a shit.Â
You undress in the now familiar bedroom, lie back on freshly washed sheets as you hear Santi and Frankie mumble, incoherent all the way out in the living room. Your heart rate picks up when you hear footsteps, but only one pair, and Santi struts in. You can hear rustling from beyond the door, a kitchen cabinet opening and closing.Â
âHeâa grabbing us some waters. I wanted to check in, make sure this is all okay? I know it wasnât the plan.â
Now you laugh.Â
âIs it okay? Do I want two gorgeous men thanking me for squishing their heads together like Barbie dolls? Itâs more than okay.â
Santi clicks his tongue at you.Â
âNo need for the sass.â
Your blood runs cold at his tone shift, even as his lips quirk up just the tiniest bit at each corner.Â
Frankie walks in, then, and almost looks startled by the staring match happening. Still, he wades further into the room, sets a few glasses of water down on the nightstand.Â
Youâre suddenly feeling self-conscious, naked and spread out on the bed in front of these two men, fully clothed and practically leering at you. Frankieâs not so shy now; you can feel his eyes on you as they roam across every inch of exposed skin. Itâs a heated, tense moment that only breaks when Santi tugs Frankie to him by the hem of his shirt.Â
Christ, is it hot to watch, the way Fishâs body goes lax as Santiâs tenses, grabbing the back of his neck. His strong arm flexes as his hand gets lost in Frankieâs curls. They share a kiss that looks like less lips and more teeth. Then Santiâs sliding his hands under Frankieâs shirt, along his flanks, exposing smooth, tan skin.Â
They part to fling their shirts off, and you canât help it, you reach down to touch yourself. Youâre watching something beautiful. Their dance is stilted with novelty but still looks so easy, familiar in an unfamiliar way.Â
Their noses bump together awkwardly at times, but their hands map out patterns across each otherâs bodies that look practiced, like theyâve done this thousands of times before, if only in their dreams.Â
And they look incredible together. Santiâs thick and bulky, skin so taught over his frame. And Frankie is leaner, corded muscle covered in softer flesh. It looks so squeezable. It is, you find out, second-hand, by the way Santi grabs him by the hips and pulls him closer, just to push him away to get his pants down.Â
They donât part for long, and youâre stuck in this haze, a participant only by the way youâre sliding your hand lazily up and down your shaft while you watch them. Santi hasnât waxed since you first met him, and now all that chest hair is growing in, a stark contrast to Fishâs hairless one. And you know it feels incredible, to be in Frankieâs position, getting scratched by all that wiry hair. You know his own hairless chest will be red and splotchy by the time the night ends, like yours has been countless nights before.Â
Finally, they come up for air, naked and heaving breaths across each otherâs faces as they share a look. Santi raises his strong brow, tilts his head in your direction, and youâre snapped out of your voyeuristic state.Â
âLetâs show some gratitude, yeah?âÂ
His voice is all low and hoarse, and you watch it affect Frankie in the same way it affects you, cocks jumping. And fuck, Fish does exactly as heâs told once Santi coaxes him with a playful slap to his ass. He crawls up between your legs, and his full lips are even more so now, bitten and slick and deep red. Glancing up at you with those long, pretty, fluttery lashes, his sweet brown eyes are all heavy-lidded and hesitant.Â
âThis is okay?âÂ
His voice is small, and heâs so goddamn perfect.Â
âYes, Frankie. Please.â
You both exhale at the same time, and then he gets to it, immediately. His tongue hangs out of his mouth when he opens it wide, and he wastes no time sinking down on your prick.Â
âJesus Christ, Fish.âÂ
You damn near give yourself whiplash to look over to Santi, frozen in place next to the bed, eyes glued to where you and Frankie connect. The latter moans around your cock, encouraged to bob his head faster already, take you deeper.Â
âKnew youâd be such a good little cocksucker with those pretty lips. Fuck.âÂ
Itâs so hot, itâs too hot. Youâre going to blow in record time with the warmth of Frankieâs mouth and the filth Santi is reciting.Â
He must see it in your face, the panic of this all being over way quicker than you want it to be. He kneels on the bed beside you both, gets a hand in Fishâs silky curls and you see the shudder that cascades down his body.Â
âNot a race, hermano,â Santi says, tugging at his hair to get him to lift off of your leaking prick.Â
Fish stares, wide-eyes and ragged breathing, as Santi arranges himself to lie beside him, both of their faces now inches from your throbbing cock.Â
âControl freak,â Frankie mumbles, but the smile on his face makes any heat from his words dissipate.
Santi punishes him with a bruising kiss anyway. Your hips jolt as Frankieâs hair brushes across your dick, so on-edge that even that whisper of a touch sends you reeling.Â
Santi chuckles around Fishâs bottom lip that heâs got between his teeth.Â
âHe so sensitive, Fish. Gotta take it slow, alright?âÂ
It makes your entire body burn, the way heâs talking about you like youâre not even there. The way heâs been guiding Frankie through everything so far, and the way Frankie follows so obediently.Â
Santi shuffles a bit, and Fish does too, so in-sync that you almost laugh. Their unplanned choreography has them both straddling one of your legs respectively, arms in between, their hands finding each other just close enough to your heavy sac that you can feel the heat coming off of them.Â
They both look up at you, and for a moment everything is so eerily perfect that it feels like youâre in some sick, twisted Truman Show remake, and this was all a ploy to get you into bed with them.Â
But then Santi looks at Frankie, a soft bueno? uttered toward him, and Frankie nods. Santi leans in, for what you assume is to kiss him more, but his nose brushes the base of your shaft. And then Fish leans in too, his own strong nose nuzzling just under your head.Â
Your hands find purchase on the backs of their necks, a light touch to ground yourself as you watch. Itâs so fucking intimate, and youâre the catalyst for their exploration, and itâs driving you up the goddamn wall. Your curse and watch twin grins break out on their faces.Â
Shitheads, both of them.Â
They continue on with this dance, breathing in your scent as they nose up and down your cock. Their eyes open and close, but their gazes always seem to land on each other at the same time.Â
And then Santi leads, licking a long stripe up the side of you. Frankie follows eagerly once he catches on, meeting him for a sloppy dance of tongues all over the head of your dick, your frenulum, lapping up the pre-cum thatâs been steadily leaking from your slit.Â
It jerks wildly under their loose attention, and Frankie chuckles deep and low as he chases your cock and Santiâs mouth at the same time. Your nails start to bite into their napes, the burning in your gut becoming far too intense.Â
âGuys,â you gasp, âIâ fuck. I canât.âÂ
Santi hums, leaves a playful nip at the base of your prick that nearly sends you over the edge. Fish lets up, intent to lick up every last drop of your taste from Santiâs mouth, and groans when he succeeds.
Youâre all left panting for a minute. You canât decide who to look at. Santiâs head has fallen onto your thigh, and Frankieâs propped up on an elbow, staring down at him, all along the dips and curves of his tan skin. Santi gets a hand around Fishâs cock, thumbing under the head in slow circles, soothing and relaxed.Â
âEveryone still having a good time?âÂ
Santiâs tone implies he already knows the answer. A weak Jesus, yes huffs out of your vocal chords, just as Frankie nods his head eagerly where it rests in his palm.Â
Santi cranes his neck to look up at you, and already you know youâre in for it, a wicked glint in his eyes.Â
âYou want Fish to fuck you?âÂ
Your cock throbs near their heads, and Frankie snorts.Â
âThink thatâs a yes, huh?â
You answer Fish with a nod. Itâs been a while since youâve taken anyone but Santi. The thought shorts out all the wires in your system as you realize you get to learn him this way, what heâs into, what heâll want to do to you, and how different it is from his counterpart.Â
âAll fours, both of you. Heâll let you eat his ass for hours, Fish,â Santi instructs.Â
âJesus.â
If it werenât for the way Frankie scrambles to get into position, youâd ask if he was alright with it. But once heâs hovering on his hands and knees between your legs, heâs manhandling you to do the same, and you love it.
Your cock sways and leaks between your thighs, and Fish pulls and tugs to get you exactly how he wants you. You feel even more exposed than usual like this, with these two men behind you. He spreads you open for him, and you feel your hole clench and relax as itâs exposed to the humid air of the bedroom.Â
Then he spits, perfectly aimed, and you feel his saliva trickle all the way down your taint, tickling your balls as it drips onto the sheets.Â
A puff of hot air is all the warning you get before his tongue is following that same trail in reverse, all the way up to where your crack meets your back, and then back down, and your elbows buckle and so does your resolve.Â
You moan a mix of curses and Frankieâs name, and it only eggs him on, gets him to zero in on your rim with his tongue, circling then flicking, over and over.Â
You try to crane your neck enough to see Santi when you hear him swear.Â
âYou really fuckinâ like this. Donât you, Fish?âÂ
All you can see is his tight curls behind Frankieâs own arched back, and his big hands wrapped around Frankieâs slender hips.Â
You feel Frankie answer him, an incoherent groan into your asshole as the tip of his tongue breaches you.Â
Youâre on fire. Your cock is leaking a really pathetic stream onto Santiâs bedding, neglected, and you know you wonât come without any friction, but you also donât want to. Not for a while, not until you get to feel Frankieâs cock inside you, get to see Santi watch him fuck you.Â
Youâre anything but impatient, though. Santi was right, the smug asshole. You could keep Fish here for eternity, especially with how fucking diligent his tongue is, lapping you up and pressing inside of you, over and over. Itâs dizzying, especially when he begins making desperate noises against you.Â
You know heâs in for the time of his life. Santi, as smug as he is, loves eating your ass âfor hours.â Heâs fucking sloppy with it, and he does this thing with his thumbs that drives youâ
âFuck! Ay dios, Pope, what the fuck?â
Frankie falls lax into you, his nose against your hole and his lips brushing your taint as he curses.Â
âYeah, you like that? Want me inside this cute little ass?âÂ
Fish whines, shifts his face so he can bite the tender flesh where your thigh and ass meet, and all you can do is groan and push back into him as he gives Santi his answer.Â
âDamelo, need you, please.â
Santi hums, and you can tell by how itâs muffled that his mouth is once again occupied. Frankie recovers, though his tongue is much less coordinated now, a messy flurry of licks as he prods at your entrance.Â
Then you hear it, the click of a bottle opening, bouncing off the bedroom walls in a familiar way. You clench around Frankieâs tongue, a Pavlovian response, and he groans and fits his lips around your hole and sucks.Â
Youâre babbling now, strings of nonsense, begging, and praise in the otherwise silent bedroom. You know the exact moment Santi sinks his thick finger inside of Frankie, because you feel him stiffen and shake against you, feel his nails dig into the meat of your cheeks where heâs spreading you open.Â
His mouth retreats, and you whine, but heâs tugging on you again to get you to lie on your back.Â
Itâs a fucking sight when youâre finally able to watch. Fish has his back arched like a goddamn cat, presenting his ass to Santi, mouth gaping open at his skilled fingers.
Santiâs looking over him, one large hand splayed out on his back to keep him still as he fucks into him with what you assume is at least three fingers, the way Frankieâs drool is dripping from the corner of his mouth. Santiâs eyes are glued to his ministrations, where heâs slowly thrusting in and out, his big bicep flexing as he goes.Â
He manages to tear his eyes away, though, to look at you and wink.Â
âHowâd he do? Think he deserves to fuck you, papi?â
You whimper at the mere thought of it, finally feeling him inside you.Â
You shake your head, but Santi tuts.Â
âYeahâ Yes, Santi. He did so good.âÂ
Santiâs lips tilt up into a wicked smirk.
âThere he is, thatâs it, tell Francisco how good he is for us, huh?â
You see Frankieâs cock throb between his legs, hear a pathetic little noise fall from his lips. You and Santi both get a curious but delighted look on your faces at his reaction.Â
âDid so good, Francisco.âÂ
He shivers, hides his face in the bedding between your thighs for a hot minute. A lungful of air escapes him, slow and methodical, before he tilts his head back to Santi.Â
âLube?âÂ
Santi huffs, tosses the bottle next to Fishâs head.Â
âDoesnât take long for him. He likes the stretch, donât you bebito?â
You huff, and your face feels hot and prickly as both men look at you. You squirm, and you donât want to answer, you want at least a tiny bit of pride going into this, because you know youâre bound to come out the other side with absolutely none.Â
âHe asked you a question,â Frankie says.Â
His gruff voice makes your breath catch.Â
Santi hums his approval behind him.Â
âYeah, yeah, justâ just two, give me two and Iâll be good.â
âWhat do you say, papi?âÂ
And Jesus, this is the most Frankieâs said all night and it has your toes curling.Â
âPlease, Frankie.â
He makes a patronizing, satisfied noise that makes you want to hide but also expose yourself even more. You want to give him everything, him and Santi, let them use you to get their pleasure however they want.Â
But then Fish groans, and you see Santiâs arm twisting behind him, reaching for that perfect spot. He makes a mess squirting lube out onto his fingers, and you at least have enough control of your faculties to lift your sac out of the way so Frankie can spread it across your hole.Â
It twitches under his fingers, begging, and so are you, just incoherent babbles as he teases you, toys with you. You think you maybe could wait him out, knowing he doesnât get his until his cock is pressed inside you, but you donât want to.Â
âFuck,â you whimper, âplease fuck me.âÂ
âYeah, good boy, there you are.âÂ
You open your eyes at Santiâs voice.Â
âGive him what he wants, Fish. Give it to him so I can fuck you.âÂ
Two fingers, right off the bat, pressed in slowly but surely in one swoop to the knuckle. You cry out, reaching for purchase and finding the bedsheets to twist into your clenched fists.Â
âYouâre okay, you can take it, right?âÂ
And itâs so goddamn mind-blowing, Santi talking you through it with Frankieâs fingers deep inside you.
You nod, opening your eyes again to look up at him. His eyes are so dark, and heâs stroking his thick cock as he continues stretching Fish out, and he looks hungry. He licks his lips and watches where Frankieâs fucking into you, boring holes where youâre connected. You have to reach down with your free hand and squeeze the base of your prick to get yourself together.Â
It doesnât take long for you to adjust, to relax around his digits with a few deep breaths. He praises you, thatâs it, take âem so well, wanna be fucked so bad donât you? Your head spins with it as he works you open. Little by little your legs spread wider for him, hips canting up to direct him to the spot inside you that you want him to reach so desperately.Â
But he doesnât. Once itâs obvious youâre ready to take him, he slips his fingers out and wipes the residue on the inside of your thigh.Â
âGonna take me now?âÂ
Itâs a rhetorical question, obviously, as he grips behind your knees and pushes them to your chest. You answer anyway, your own voice so foreign to your ears as you plead for him.Â
Santi shushes you, and that familiar noise is calming enough to bring you back down to Earth, where heâs resting behind Frankie, one hand caressing his chest while the other grips his waist.Â
âWanna be inside you, Fish,â he mumbles, nose pressed behind his ear, lips teasing his earlobe.Â
Fishâs eyes close, but he guides the head of his dick to your entrance and sinks in, blinding pressure as the head of him stretches you wide. When it slips past, you both gasp, and Santi groans into Frankieâs neck as he watches.Â
It feels like years, waiting for him to seat himself all the way inside you. It burns in the best way, friction that has goosebumps dotting every square inch of skin.Â
But then his thighs reach the backs of yours. He curses, moves your legs out of the way so he can cover your body with his own. Santiâs gaze is heavy where it falls, the place you and Frankie are fused together, as he spreads a healthy dollop of lube over his prick.Â
âReady for me, baby?âÂ
Itâs palpable, the way the energy of the room shifts when Santi presses closer behind Frankie. Like heâs about to step off a ledge, Fishâs eyes widen and he looks at you with his brows drawn up tight. You reach for his curls, run your fingers through them, scrape your nails across his scalp in hopes that it evens out his breathing a bit.Â
Past Frankieâs shaking form, Santiâs expression is nearly identical. His bottom lip is caged between his teeth, brow furrowed, shoulders squared. His eyes flicker to you, and his features soften just a fraction before his hips begin to press forward.Â
Frankie sobs at first contact. His sweaty forehead falls to your chest. His cock is jerking inside you, rhythmic pulses as you watch Santiâs hips slowly inch forward.Â
âRelax for me, Fish. Deep breaths, baby. Iâve got you, take it for me.â
Santi sounds so wrecked. His voice is wispy, and so deep you can hardly hear from the bass in it. Heâs never really sounded this way before, and the reality of this entire situation makes you clench around Frankieâs throbbing cock.Â
Santi curses in whispers, and you watch the sweat from his forehead drip down, between his eyes, down his nose, and drip onto Frankieâs heated skin. And then Frankie shifts, pulling out of you. And then, you realize, pressing Santiâs cock deeper inside himself.Â
You groan at the revelation, chase Fishâs hips with your own, a domino effect that sets both of them off as well. It doesnât take much at all for them to find the right pace, like this is just as natural as everything else they do together. For a while you just take it in, let Frankie get his pleasure from you, let them discover the feeling of being so close to each other after a long while of only imagining.Â
Santiâs signature filthy mouth doesnât make an appearance. Instead, he looks stunned silent above the both of you. His mouth hangs open like he wants to say something, but all that leaves his lips are grunts and groans that Frankie echoes into your sternum. His eyes donât know where to look, so they float between where heâs fucking Frankie, and your own roaming eyes, and finally land where your hand grips Frankieâs hair.Â
He lets go of one of Fishâs hips to tangle his fingers with your own, tugging on those chestnut curls. Frankie slams his hips into you at the sensation, bites down on the meat of your pec and keens before he lets Santiâs grip pull his head back.Â
His eyes are completely fucking black, no iris to be found when his heavy eyelids open to look at you. And itâs a very strange thing, when you watch him look right through you and call out Santiâs name.Â
Strange, but fucking hot.Â
âLet it happen, Fish.â
âNo. Iâ I canât.â
âYou can, fuck, donât hold it. Come inside so I can fuck it out of him.â
Frankie crumbles. You watch it happen, his eyes snapping shut as he chokes on a high-pitched sound. His face twists up, and you feel his hips stutter against you as he starts chanting Santiâs name, over and over. His cock jerks with every wave of his release, and heâs shaking, collapsing dead-weight on top of you.Â
âThatâs it, did so good. Feel so fucking good squeezing me Fish.âÂ
Youâre momentarily squished by the weight of two grown men when Santi rests against Frankieâs back. He kisses where he can reach, soothing the place on his scalp where he was tugging at the hairs.Â
âMierda, Santi, get off you fucking oaf.âÂ
And itâs cute, the way Frankie gets so grumpy even after heâs just come his brains out. You ruffle his hair, when heâs finally not sandwiched between you two, let him collapse beside you instead with a sweaty arm draped across your middle.Â
You only have a few moments to appreciate the tenderness before Santiâs lifting your leg onto his shoulder pressing his thick fingers inside you. The noise is obscene, and Santi swears as Frankieâs cum trickles out of you.Â
You know youâre in for it now. Santi sets his jaw and arranges your hips so he can slide right into you. You moan at the feeling, and the knowledge of where his cock has just been, noises tumbling out of you as he picks up the pace where Frankie left off.Â
And you almost forget about Fish, caught up in the pleasure of Santi railing you just how he knows you like. But then a warm, trembling hand wraps around your cock, even though Santiâs own are gripping onto you tight, and itâs heaven.Â
âLet me see you come,â Frankie says, voice all hoarse and worn out.Â
You whine, loll your head to the side to look at him.Â
But this time Santiâs hand is grabbing you, just shy of too rough when he takes your chin in his hand.Â
âYou look at me. Look at me when I make you come, papi.âÂ
And you take it as an order, because Frankieâs hand speeds up and squeezes tighter, and Santiâs fucking into you deep and fast like he does when heâs about to come.Â
You shake with it when it finally happens. Your spend splashes down Fishâs knuckles, up your stomach, your chest, christ some of it even lands on your chin. And you know youâre babbling but you donât know what words youâre using, only know that they come from high in your throat as you gasp for air.Â
Santi follows you so closely, burying himself impossibly deep as he releases. You hear Frankie encouraging him, but the sound is miles away as your head swims in that familiar, blissful place.Â
When the ringing in your ears settles, and your vision unblurs, and all your nerve endings donât feel like theyâre on fire anymore, Santiâs cock has been replaced by his tongue. You give a weak protest at the overstimulation as his greedy mouth licks the mess out of you. It doesnât matter, he comes up for air just as soon as you realize where heâs at.Â
Your bleary eyes watch as Santi leans over you, grabs Fishâs face in his hands and tugs at his bottom lip with one of his thumbs. Frankie opens his mouth, obedient as ever, and then a mix of Santiâs cum and his own is tumbling from Santiâs lips into Fishâs mouth.Â
Once the damage has been done, an image that will forever be burned into your mind, Santi lets his lips press against Frankieâs. He kisses him deep but slow, savoring the concoction of tastes, until Frankie has to lean back for air.Â
And then itâs silent, and still, and a pit of dread makes itself known in your gut in record time.Â
âIâll grab us some towels. Donât either of you move a muscle.âÂ
Frankie huffs but stays put. You shake out some of the tensed-up muscles in your legs, grasping for something to say to break the tension.Â
Turns out you donât have to.Â
âBossy little prick,â Frankie mumbles.Â
It makes a giggle bubble up out of you, even though itâs not even that funny. You suppose the nervous energy needed out somehow.Â
âDonât know what you see in him,â you agree.Â
Frankie hums, tilts his head like heâs contemplating it.Â
âIâm kidding. Heâs sweet. Youâre a lucky guy, so is he.âÂ
Youâre interrupted when Santi reenters, two fluffy towels in hand. You tidy up as best you can, then sigh when you no longer have anything to occupy your hands with.Â
âStay the night?â
And this time, those familiar words are uttered by Frankie. It surprises you. For a moment you think heâs just being nice, appeasing you. But his brown eyes do that same thing that Santiâs do, where they get all wide and watery and itâs impossible to say no.Â
So you snuggle under the covers, and itâs a bit awkward at first with an extra set of limbs. Santi takes his coveted position as big spoon, but this time behind Fish. Then Frankie coaxes you closer, a hand at your back to urge you to rest your head on his outstretched arm.Â
The three of you talk about how hard youâre all going to sleep, and you close your eyes and listen to two other sets of breaths. You let it lull you to the edge of consciousness. Just before you slip under, Santiâs voice is deep and smooth.Â
âTe amo.â
And Frankieâs whisper is just as silky.Â
âTe amo.â
â
In the morning, you all wake up slow, and take care of business, and mosey out into the kitchen. Itâs natural to watch Frankie make eyes at Santi over his eggs, but you know that Santiâs routine walk to your Uber will be anything but.Â
Their apartment door slams heavy behind you two as you head to the normal pick-up spot.Â
âSo this is probably it, huh?â
You have to force yourself to look at Santiâs face, squinting in the mid-morning sun.Â
His brows draw up, and you really hope he doesnât make this anymore awkward than it needs to be.Â
âIt doesnât have to be, no.â
His head shakes back and forth with his declaration, and you almost flinch when he reaches for your hand.Â
âListen. Give us some time, you know? Let us⊠figure⊠this out. Once we settle, I wanna see you again. Fish does too.âÂ
Youâre sure your face is doing something funny, because Santi laughs and pushes you.Â
âNot gonna get rid of us that easy, cabrĂłn.â
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Liminality: Part 3
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Female Reader
Word Count: 12,165
Rating: NSFW, plain and simple. (the version of Frankie in this comes with his own warning but I don't wanna spoil anything yet so... you'll see.)
Summary:Â After suggesting that Frankie take you back to his place, the two of you change the terms of your still very new friendship.
But it's fine, you're both adults and can handle a one-off, right?
Authorâs note:
This isn't my typical slow burn, and you're all welcome for that. There's a lot of smut, a lot of plot, and maybe even some foreshadowing in here. Hope you like it.
If you ever want to talk about this - or any of my work - my inbox is always open. Enjoy.
Side note: there will be a slight delay with chapter 4 since I'm planning on finishing some Oberyn and Joel before I jump back into this one full force. I hope you understand.
Masterlist (for the journal entries and all of the other 'extras' + previous chapters)
Frankie led you up a single step and onto an expansive covered porch complete with furniture and a swing, a string of lights that criss-crossed the underside of the roof bathing you in light. âI hung those.â He pointed up with his free hand. âPope helped, but âŠâÂ
âItâs nice.â You squeezed his hand, nodding. âI saw some in the backyard, too. Did you guys put those up?â
âMmmhmm.â He typed a code into the door and the lock popped open, Frankie releasing your hand and then settling his on your shoulder. âWe can go and sit out there if you want.âÂ
Heâs asking me if I want to sit outside right now? Really? âMaybe some other time.â He pushed gently on your back, urging you into the house. âRight now Iâve got something else in mind.âÂ
âMe too.â He murmured the words as you both stepped into the living room, soft light spilling down the hallway from in the kitchen to partially illuminate the space. A fireplace? In Florida? âA couple things, actually.â Turning to face him, you tilted your head, waiting. ââScuse me.â Frankie reached past you and pushed the door shut, the lock clicking into place - though the position meant that he was much closer to you than he had been at any point that night. âWhat are your rules?âÂ
âWhat?â The question took you by surprise - even though you appreciated him asking. âRules? What do you mean?âÂ
âWell I brought you here which means that you donât have a car. So Iâd rather know what your boundaries are now and not ⊠in the middle of things or after when it might get weird.â Heâs considerate. He looks like that and heâs ⊠fuck.Â
âI donât know.â Biting the inside of your lip, you eyed him. âWhat are yours?âÂ
âNo visible marks on my face or body.â He stepped slightly closer, reaching up to run his fingertips along your cheek. âI donât really mind, but itâs not good for work.â You nodded, because it made sense, but you were still intrigued at the fact that he didnât mind. âI donât care what kind of birth control youâre on, I always use a condom.â Lips parting in surprise, you nodded again. Ok, I like that. âIf you donât like something thatâs happening, tell me. Donât wait.âÂ
âFrankie, I -â You shook your head. How many one night stands does he have if heâs got this many rules? For the first time, you began to doubt your decision, mouth opening to tell him - and then you decided to ask instead. âDo you do this often? You seem prepared?â
âNot often, no.â He was watching you closely, very little space between you. âBut this is a special case.â You didnât understand, your open mouth turning into a frown that Frankie correctly interpreted almost right away. âI donât usually hook up with ⊠potential clients.â He laughed quietly, taking a long breath. âAnd I donât want to scare you away.â He rubbed his thumb gently over your lips, the pad of it pressing against the center of your bottom one. âBut I really want to fucking kiss you right now, so -â
You moved first, hands reaching out to grip the material of his shirt to pull him as close as you could. âThen why donât you?âÂ
He used his hands to brace his weight - palms flat on the door just above your shoulders - and then Frankieâs mouth met yours with a low growl, the sound vibrating from his throat and against your lips. You gasped when he made contact, fingers tightening against his shirt - but then you stopped thinking.Â
Frankie kissed you hard, lips pressed firmly against your mouth, the back of your head hitting the door with a quiet thunk. You sighed, eyes closed, and then slid your hands around to his back, pressing them against his spine and urging him even closer.Â
He let you, his hips rocking forward - and when they did, you felt that he was stiffening beneath the jeans he wore, the man not shy about letting you know it.Â
Instead of backing away, Frankieâs tongue licked at the seam of your lips, and you didnât hesitate to part them for him. The kiss turned hungry, and even though you had no desire to break it and ask, it seemed like heâd wanted to do it for a while - the movement of his mouth against yours certain, one hand sliding between the back of your head and the door to cradle it. Fuck. How is he ⊠this is âŠÂ
You couldnât form a coherent thought, and even when he pulled back to take a breath, that remained true. âWanted to do that since I saw you sitting at that bar.â He spoke quietly, voice husky, the manâs breath fanning over your cheek. âDidnât think Iâd get to though.âÂ
âMakes two of us.â Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes, saying his name. âI think I have a rule.âÂ
âYeah?â He straightened up, hand still in place and both of yours dropping to settle against his narrow hips. âWhat?âÂ
âYou need to do that as often as you want.â The smile on his face was radiant, Frankieâs eyes widening as you met his gaze. âBecause youâre fucking good at it.âÂ
âIâm good at other things, too.â He blinked slowly, never looking away from you. âYou interested in finding out what they are?âÂ
âI am.â Nodding, you smiled at him. âBut firstâŠâ Trailing off, you pulled him closer again, tipping your head so that you could press a kiss to the manâs bearded jawline. âCâmere.â He turned his head enough to kiss you again and that one was slower and more reserved, Frankie letting you take the lead and set the pace.Â
You bit gently on the manâs lower lip and then followed it with suction, drawing it between your lips - and Frankie rewarded you with a quiet moan, fingers curling against the back of your head as he chased the kiss. You took that as an invitation, one of your hands rising from his hip to the side of his face, fingertips trailing up and over his sideburn and then moving into his hair, following the curls as they curved over his ear.Â
It was just as soft as youâd expected it to be, the strands slipping through your fingers. And when you tugged on them, changing the angle of your kiss and causing his lips to part and give you an opening, Frankie sighed, the man nodding twice without pulling away. He likes it. The kiss deepend again, slow strokes of your tongue against his, Frankie returning the gesture and drawing your lip between his teeth before he released it, his mouth sliding over to the corner of yours and pressing a kiss there, too.Â
It was surprisingly intimate, especially for two people that didnât know each other, and when he backed away and gave you a few seconds to collect your thoughts, you were breathing hard. âYou alright?â He met your eyes, brow furrowed. âI -âÂ
âI am. Are you?â Scratching your nails along his scalp, you wet your lips. âYou gave me the option to stop earlier⊠you know you have the same option too, right?â
âNot happening.â He smiled briefly and then swallowed, exhaling. âNo way in hell.â You laughed, closing your eyes, and while they were shut, Frankie leaned in and spoke directly into your ear, breath hot against your skin. âYouâre gonna have to let me go so I can get your clothes off.â I am, arenât I.Â
Blinking rapidly, you used both hands to push him away from you and then reached for your shirtâs hem, fingers closing around the material. There was space between you - but not much, and all he had to do was raise his hands and he was touching you again. His fingers closed around your wrists and squeezed. âWait.â Voice low, Frankie cleared his throat. âLet me.âÂ
You had no problem with that, letting go of the material and mouthing the word ok, Frankieâs hands releasing your wrists and replacing yours on your shirt. He eased it up your body, revealing your skin inch by inch, and when you had to, you lifted your arms over your head eyes on him. âYouâre going so slow, Frankie. Wh-â
âI only get to do this once, and Iâm gonna enjoy it.â Glancing up, he winked. âPatience.â You closed your eyes and bit down on your lip, fighting back a whimper. He knows what heâs doing. Heâs so fucking good at this, how is he single? When he rid you of your shirt, instead of tossing it across the room like you expected, he reached over and set it on a small side table you hadnât noticed earlier. âOh, shit.âÂ
He spoke so quietly you almost didnât hear him, the manâs hands returning to your body and roaming over your newly exposed skin. He started with your sides, large palms settled against your ribs before one hand slid around to your back, easing you away from the door and further into the room. âHmm?â You questioned with a quiet hum and a raised brow. âFrankie?âÂ
He didnât say anything, instead continuing to explore you with both hands, the manâs touch much lighter than you expected. He wasnât shy, though, holding you close and ducking his head down to kiss the top of your shoulder at the same time his hand slid beneath the band of your bra, fingers splayed wide.Â
Frankieâs teeth grazed your shoulder and then you gasped in surprise when he took your bra strap between them and pulled, letting it snap back, the sting shocking you enough that your hold on him tightened. He laughed at that, turning his head so that he could nose at your neck, the man inhaling deeply before he kissed you there. He worked his way up, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake before moving across your cheek and back to your mouth. You gasped when you felt your bra loosen, Frankieâs hand deftly undoing it while he was otherwise occupied, and when you backed away in shock, he was grinning. âI told you Iâm good with my hands.âÂ
âYou did.â Pulling out of his hold entirely, you reached up and removed the material, letting it drop to the floor. âNow thereâs nothing in your way.â You kept your eyes on him as he took the sight of you in - his gaze dropping from your face to your chest and lingering, the manâs fingers flexing at his sides. âAre you going to touch me, Francisco?â Flexing your shoulders, you waited. âBecause I thought thatâs what you wanted.âÂ
âWhere?â He put a hand on his hip and grinned, gesturing at you with his other hand. âBecause I still see plenty in the way.âÂ
âYouâre fully dressed.â Leaning back against the door, you crossed your arms over your chest. âSo -âÂ
âI know.â He scratched the side of his head, still staring at you. âBut that doesnât change anything. Youâve still got those jeans on, and âŠâ He arched a brow, pressing his lips together. âAnd Iâd like to change that.âÂ
You didnât know what youâd expected - with all of your other hookups, it had been quick and simple; fumbling in the dark, just enough foreplay to get both of you involved and ready, a few kisses here and there to make things less awkward. But with Frankie, a hookup was more - more involved, more thought out, more interesting, and you had no desire for it to be over quickly. Even if the sex isnât good, because this is ⊠this is great.Â
âNo oneâs stopping you.â You looked past him, eyes moving toward the hallway. âWhereâs the bedroom, though? Shouldnât we -âÂ
âIf you want to get into a bed, we can.â He stepped closer again, his hands going back to your waist and resting just above the top of your jeans. âBut we need to go now, because âŠâ He unbuttoned them, both hands working to pull the sides apart and lower the zipper. âBecause I want you, and I -âÂ
You made the decision for him, stepping out of his hold and then around the man, heading for the space in front of the fireplace. There was a couch and a loveseat, along with a recliner tucked into the corner, but you didnât choose any of those. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and then stepped onto the rug that covered part of the hardwood floor, turning back to face Frankie. âHowâs here?âÂ
He crossed the room without speaking, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you again. I guess that means this is alright. Bodies pressed together, you and Frankie stood there - his hands dropping, fingers dipping between your jeans and skin and then tugging, the man easing the last clothing you wore down your legs. Heâs going to need help. Heâs going to need me toâŠÂ
But your thoughts stopped when Frankie broke the kiss, sliding his hands back to your sides and kissing your chin before he moved down further, to your collarbone. He didnât stop there, though, bending forward and mouthing at the top of one breast, the short hair of his beard tickling your skin. You laughed at the feeling, both hands reaching for Frankieâs head and massaging your fingers through his curls - and he seemed to like it.Â
He bit you at the first touch of your fingers, the manâs teeth latching onto you for a few seconds before he released your skin, his mouth moving even lower and to your nipple. âFuck, Frankie.â Your voice was low - almost a whisper - and when he sucked, you whimpered, your back arching to press yourself further into his mouth, Frankieâs fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place.Â
He didnât stay there long, either, releasing you with a pop and then glancing up, a smirk on his lips when he met your eyes. âIâm gonna enjoy this.â Are you? What are âŠÂ
Frankie lowered himself to his knees in front of you without breaking eye contact, both hands gliding down your body until he got to your jeans - and pushed them the rest of the way down.Â
He finally looked away when he dropped his gaze to your lower legs, the man working quickly to rid you of the denim you wore, but your eyes were locked on him - on the crown of his head, the silver strands in his hair visible even in the dim light, on the slope of his shoulders, on the way his fingers deftly wrapped around one ankle and then the next to steady you - and you realized that your heart was pounding against your ribcage in anticipation.Â
âFrankie, you donât have to -âÂ
âI know.â He looked up again, the manâs breaths slow and deep. âI want to.â You felt his fingertips running up the backs of your legs before he squeezed your thighs, nodding. âThat alright?âÂ
âYes.â You didnât recognize your voice when you gave your answer because it was breathy and full of need - Frankieâs eyes flashing at your permission. But I canât let this get too serious because itâs supposed to be ⊠fun. âAre âŠâ Clearing your throat to steady yourself, you slid your thumb over his cheek. âAre your knees as bad as Popeâs? Because if they are, that canât be a comfortable position for you and -âÂ
Frankieâs laugh caught you by surprise.Â
It was a full sound, the man closing his eyes and tipping his head back, fingers tightening further against you. âTheyâre fine.â He licked his lips again, locking eyes with you. âIâll prove it right now.âÂ
You had few doubts about that, even after only knowing him for a few hours. But when Frankie returned his attention to your body, they all but disappeared. He leaned in, tilting his head to the side and settling his mouth just below the cut of your underwear on one thigh and let his lips linger there, both thumbs circling slowly on your legs.Â
That motion continued even as he moved his mouth, lips occasionally replaced by a gentle drag of his teeth as they grazed your skin. âYouâre teasing, Frankie.â Carding through his hair, you tugged on it to get his attention. âPlease, justâŠâ You didnât even know what you were asking for; it was clear that he had a plan and was just taking his time getting there. âFuck, I donât evenâŠâÂ
Trailing off, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, the strands of his hair still slipping through your fingers as he kissed his way over your skin.Â
Moving his hands up a few inches, Frankie spread his fingers wide, taking you in hand - and then he squeezed again at the same time as he finally pressed a kiss to your covered mound, the pressure of his lips firm. At the contact, your hips jerked forward, toes curling against the carpeted floor. He kissed you again, hands moving a little higher, and when his fingers hooked over the waistband of your underwear and started to pull it down, you spread your legs a few inches, making it easier for him to lower them.Â
He backed off while he finished undressing you, easing the damp material down your legs until it dropped to the floor and you kicked them off to one side. âLook at you.â He groaned, replacing his hands on the outside of your thighs. âFuck.â It made you smile, but that expression left your lips the moment he kissed your skin again - the manâs lips soft and warm, his mustache tickling you just enough to make you sigh.Â
Frankie didnât go straight for it, though, continuing to tease you with quick kisses and short licks, his tongue dragging over your skin in a maddening pattern. He glanced up at you once, too, making eye contact - and though you didnât know him well you could see amusement in his eyes and feel the way he grinned against your skin at whatever expression heâd found on your face.Â
You fought to keep your composure, but when he touched you for the first time, you had to admit that it was a losing battle. Using both thumbs, he spread you open, the roughened pads pressed to your damp skin - giving him unrestricgted access. And Frankie wasted no time then, mouth landing exactly where he meant it to only moments later.Â
The first contact was a kiss, but that moved almost immediately into a series of slow licks, the manâs tongue flat as he probed at your skin. He was unhurried, though, focused on what he was doing and taking his time, each pass of the muscle moving a little lower. You widened the spread of your feet without him asking, rising onto your toes briefly when Frankieâs tongue breached your entrance for the first time, but that was short lived, the man squeezing your leg and backing away.Â
âYouâre gonna lose your balance that way.â He grinned up at you as he licked his lips clean, thoughtfully drawing his lower one between his teeth. âRelax.âÂ
âYouâre telling me to relax when youâve got that mouth all over me, Frankie.â Rolling your eyes, you glanced down at where he was still touching you. âI donât think you understand what -â
âNo, I do.â He leaned in again, flicking his tongue out and against you twice. âI really do.â The angle was off - you werenât quite tall enough to give him the best angle, but that didnât stop Frankie from continuing what he was doing, both eyes closing as he savored the taste of you through long, thorough licking and more focused suction, the tip of his tongue flicking against you over and over.Â
But what you werenât prepared for was the removal of one hand from your leg followed by the drag of his knuckles against the space below his mouth. You moaned at that - the sound loud, but it only encouraged him, Frankie rotating his wrist and then circling his fingertips against your opening before pushing two of them slowly in.Â
It was a lot - his fingers were thick, but he didnât rush anything and his mouth had done a lot of work to get you ready. Holy fuck, he ⊠heâs ⊠You didnât know how to complete the thought, because as he continued to work you over with his mouth, he sunk both fingers in, pausing before withdrawing them. You spoke his name again - just a whisper - but it was all he needed, Frankie repeating the upward thrust of his fingers and changing the position of his mouth on you.Â
You were gripping his hair with both hands, urging him to stay in place, but when he paused and backed off before heâd taken you too far, you didnât stop him, instead using the break to take a long, shuddering breath. âYouâre good at that.â Biting your lip, you nodded. âReally good. Like -â
âGlad you enjoyed.â He smiled up at you, the expression lazy, even as he continued to pump his fingers into your body, though his pace slowed. âYouâll enjoy it more when youâre layinâ down, though.â Does that mean he wants me to lay down? Does that mean he wants to do this again? I âŠ. âCome âere.â Slowly, the pulled his fingers from you, curling them as he withdrew and then settled back, taking a long breath and patting his thigh.Â
On slightly shaky legs, you did as he asked - lowering yourself down to straddle his thighs, both arms winding around his neck as his looped around your waist. âHow are you going to fuck me if youâre still fully dressed, Frankie?â Resting your forehead against his, you wrinkled your nose. âLast time I checked, you couldnât -âÂ
âIâve got you.â He whispered the reply, the certainty in his voice settling you down as he kissed your cheek and then turned his attention to your ear. âLay down.â You wanted him to kiss you but didnât press it, instead climbing off of him and slowly reclining onto the rug, though you rolled onto one side and propped yourself on one elbow, watching him.Â
He stood moments later, undoing his belt buckle and then the button and zipper on his jeans, pushing them down his thighs to remove them. That left him only in his underwear, an impressive bulge visible in the front and equally impressive thighs testing the elasticity of the leg openings below. Frankie pulled his wallet out before dropping the jeans, flipping it open and pulling out a condom package and then letting the leather bundle fall to the floor. He held it out to you and you took it, fingers brushing his as yours curled around the foil square, but your eyes were on Frankie and the way he used his other hand - the one heâd touched you with - to adjust himself through the material, squeezing through the cotton.Â
You wanted to taste him, too - to know what the weight of him felt like against your tongue, to run your tongue over his head and tease him the way heâd teased you. Maybe later. Right now he looks like he just ⊠Frankie eyed you with a hunger you hadnât ever seen in someone so soon after meeting them before. But instead of worrying you, it made your stomach flip, desire surging through your body. Because if heâs looking at me that way, then heâs going to do something about it, and âŠÂ
He tugged once more on himself and then with a quick shake of his head, pulled his underwear off, tossing it to the side. He was still wearing his shirt, the thin material hanging down to his lower belly, but you only considered that for a few seconds. Because he ⊠damn.Â
Frankieâs fingers wrapped around his length again almost right away, but instead of using his clean hand to stroke himself, he used the other one, your slick easing the glide of his fingers. Fuck it. Fuck it, I ⊠âGet down here.â You didnât mean to make it sound like such an order, but he did as you asked immediately, lowering himself back onto his knees and then crawling toward you, eyes locked on your face.Â
He covered your body with his, easing you onto your back and letting his weight rest atop yours, the manâs arousal hot where it pressed against your thigh. âHow do you want me?â Youâd assumed that he would just want basic sex - that youâd end up on your back with your legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked you, and you told him as much. âI can do that.â He reached for your hand, taking the condom and tearing it open. âBut I had something else in mind.âÂ
Frankie rolled onto his back and then deftly put the condom on, your attention on the way his fingers looked rolling the thin material down and over his length before he squeezed the base, hissing in pleasure. âWhatâs that?âÂ
He turned his head and looked at you, saying your name. âGet on top ⊠just for a second.â It shocked you - Frankie willingly giving you the power - but you didnât question it, scrambling onto your knees and then into position, straddling him again with your hands on his abdomen. âGo slow.âÂ
Nodding, you did as he said - rising to your full height and scooting down so that you were hovering over where he held himself, the manâs eyes focused on the place where your bodies would join. âI will.â You looked down, biting your lip. âNot for long though, because fuck, Frankie, you keep telling me youâre going to enjoy this, but -â Stop talking.Â
You let out a slow breath when you lowered your body, feeling the broad tip of him as it touched you and then slipped inside. Letting out a gasp, you tipped your head back and stared at the ceiling, mouth hanging open with each little bit of him that you accepted into yourself.Â
He was murmuring words of praise as you moved; telling you that you were doing great, that you looked fucking incredible on top of him, that you felt good around him⊠but all you were focused on was the way that Frankie filled you up, inch by inch. You took him slowly, finally bottoming out and letting yourself relax for a few seconds. Neither of you moved, though you did look down at the man again, noticing that his fingers were curled into fists, the Frankieâs mouth hanging open slightly as he watched you.Â
âThat slow enough?â You couldnât resist teasing him, and when all you got out of him was a tight nod, the manâs jaw ticking as he stared up at you, you decided it was your turn to tease him. Rocking your hips back and forth, you sighed and then closed your eyes, fingers curling against the material of his shirt. âNeed to feel you, Frankie. I need to move. I -â
âDo it.â That was little more than a low growl, his hands flying up from the floor to grip your hips, the man guiding you into a slow rhythm that moved you up and down, your bodyâs accommodation of him easing by the second. And then it was your turn to praise him - eyes squeezed shut as you rode him, the muscles in your thighs tensing with each bounce. You told him that he felt good, that he filled you perfectly, that youâd never felt anything like him - and with each phrase, Frankieâs hold on you tightened, his hips rising just enough to meet yours on every downstroke and change the way he felt inside you.Â
You wouldnât come that way - there was no real friction or pressure where you needed it most, but to your surprise, the thought that youâd ride him all night even if it meant youâd never finish crossed your mind, the fact that it was the truth registering only moments later. Uh oh. Eyes flying open, you looked down and met his gaze, the man staring directly at you.Â
There was a half smile on his face at first, but at the expression on yours, that look changed, Frankie blinking twice and murmuring your name. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âToo much.â The words slipped out, but as he heard them, he stopped moving entirely, his grip on you loosening. âI need you to fuck me, Frankie. Not like this. Not like itâs -â Familiar. Not like it means anything.Â
âAlright.â He nodded then, jerking his chin and taking a deep breath. âOk.â You climbed off of him, biting back a sigh at the loss of him as he slipped out, and moved to kneel next to him on the carpet, your lips pressed together. He moved quickly, opening up more space for you and then gesturing with the hand that wasnât slowly stroking himself. âHowever you -â
You made the decision as he spoke, getting onto your hands and knees and then glancing back over your shoulder at him. âHowâs this?â You had no doubt that it would be a good position for him, and almost knew that he wouldnât oppose it, but part of you wondered why you felt that it was necessary. Because itâs less intimate this way. âFrankie?â Speaking softly, you shifted on your knees, watching his gaze drop and then rise back to meet yours. âYeah?âÂ
âYâŠyeah.â He swallowed, nodding and then moved into place behind you. âSpread your legs a little more for me, though.â You widened the set of your knees and then turned your head forward, closing your eyes and blowing out a breath as he put both hands on you, palms flat and fingers spread wide, the tips of them curling over your thighs. Alright. Alright this is -Â
But you were unprepared for the feeling of his mouth on you from behind - first the press of his lips and then the drag of his tongue, slow and steady. Oh, shit. You whimpered, the sound escaping before you could stop it, but even more telling was the way your back arched, hips jerking toward the manâs mouth as you sought out more.Â
He backed off, his exhale warming your slick skin, and then you felt him steady your hip with one hand, followed by the nudge of him against you. âOh, fuck.â He spoke so quietly that you almost didnât hear him, but when Frankie pushed back inside, the glide of him eased through you by your bodyâs response to his, you heard that reaction, the man swearing loudly and then using both hands to hold your hips in place as he began to thrust.Â
It was better from that angle - the power behind each movement of his hips apparent, Frankie setting a pace that felt amazing and allowed you to feel every inch of him with every snap of his hips. And his hold on you never wavered, even when you began to pant, every exhale accompanied by a tiny whine as your fingers curled into the fibers of the carpet, giving you something to hold on to.Â
He filled you - over and over, his grip tightening but not to the point of pain, and when you moaned out his name, turning your head to the side and peeking behind you at him, your entire body shivered at what you saw.Â
He was still fully upright, the manâs head tilted to the side and his eyes on you - the lids hooded and one long lock of hair hanging down over his eye. His lip was curled, mouth set into a smirk that was part amusement and part effort - and it was one of the most attractive things youâd ever seen.Â
As much as you were enjoying the position - and could tell that Frankie was, too, part of you regretted asking him to move, regretted the loss of contact and the ability to watch him. But itâs better this way. It makes more sense this way. Heâs going to get off, and then Iâll -Â
You felt his hand moving, sliding from your hip and around to the front of your body. Then only moments later, the man touched you, two fingers sliding over your skin and then lower, between your legs where they parted, Frankie letting himself feel where he was entering you. âGonna help you out now, alright?â He sighed and then groaned, slowing down the movement of his hips as he pulled out and then sunk back in, the pressure of his fingers increasing. âCan you sit up?â Wait, what? Â But you did as he asked, pushing yourself upright, hands hanging by your sides - and waiting.Â
The new angle changed his depth, but Frankie never stopped moving, the motion of his hips becoming a slow roll instead of deep thrusts, and without thinking, you leaned back, shoulders pressed to his chest and your head tilted to rest against his shoulder. Instinctively, you arched your back again, hips pushed backward and against his. Frankie hummed at that, the man turning his head to nuzzle at the side of yours, his fingers still slowly circling against you. âThat feels fucking amazing.âÂ
You closed your eyes, reaching back with one hand and setting your hand on the side of his leg, the manâs muscles flexing beneath your touch. âYeah? You feel fucking amazing.â His free hand moved from your hip to your stomach, resting there for the span of a few thrusts, and then it glided upward, his large palm sliding between your breasts and then over the left one, lingering on the swell of it before coming to rest over your heart. âRelax. Iâve got you.âÂ
He spoke into your ear, and you did what he said, letting your weight rest against him and in his hold, your eyes closing and lips falling open. The hand not on his leg moved up and into his hair, your fingers combing through the damp curls ⊠and then they stayed there, even as Frankieâs mouth began to move against your cheek and jaw.Â
He sped up the motion of his hips, setting a different pace than he had with the movement of his fingers. After only a few seconds, you realized how close you were - and how much you wanted to come with him deep inside you. Because he wonât be far behind. And that ⊠oh, fuck, that willâŠÂ
You pressed yourself harder against him, meeting his hips with small backwards thrusts of your own, and when you felt him nod you smiled, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. It was building - pressure and heat low in your belly, every motion of Frankieâs sending a jolt through you. When your thigh muscles tensed, followed by a slight curling of your toes and a quiet whimper, you knew that you were about to fall - and it was all because of him.Â
It washed over you slowly, Frankieâs pace never faltering even as your body squeezed him, hips jerking back erratically and your grip on his hair tightening. You couldnât help the way the edges of your nails dug into the meat of his thigh, your mouth falling open into a soundless gasp. He curled the fingers on your chest and groaned, turning his head again and speaking into your ear, his voice low and deep. âThatâs it. Give it to me.âÂ
Normally, you werenât a fan of much talking during sex; a few words here and there were fine, but in your experience, the talk came with familiarity, and since you werenât typically close with the people you slept with, it always felt forced and unnecessary. But Iâd listen to him recite the phone book in bed if he wanted to. You hummed in agreement, nodding twice as your body - and his - continued to work you through your orgasm, muscles tensing and loosening around him while he continued to move behind you. âCould say the⊠mmm, could say the same to you, Frankie.âÂ
He laughed at your words, but he wasnât laughing at you - instead he turned it into a groan and then pulled his hand from between your legs, moving it up and pressing it against your lower abdomen. âYes, maâam.â You sucked in a breath at the address and then Frankie was moving faster again, the snap of his hips and the stretch of him inside you reminding you of the fact that he was filling you, over and over, the man showing no sign of fatigue, even after the varied positions and the need for him to partially support your weight.Â
His breath faltered moments later, the manâs grunt loud, and then you moaned at the feeling of Frankieâs teeth on your neck, the man biting hard at the same time his arms tightened around you. He released your skin after only a few moments, soothing the sting with the press of his lips, but you barely felt it - instead focused on the way the stuttering of his hips and his hold felt. The thinness of the condom he chose allowed you to feel every twitch of his muscles, Frankie growing harder inside of you as he came.Â
He finally stopped moving though he didnât release you, the manâs hips flush with the backs of your thighs. You didnât even try to hide the smile on your face as your grip on him loosened, arms dropping into a more relaxed position even though your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He was breathing hard, too, and when Frankie did release you, you tipped your head back and blew out a long breath.Â
He pulled out slowly soon after, another quiet grunt the only noise you heard, and when he backed away, you relaxed, lowering yourself so that you were sitting on the floor, leaning to the side with your bent legs beneath you. Well that was⊠You heard him moving behind you, and then only a few seconds later, a soft blanket was draped over your shoulders and he said your name. âCâmon, let me show you where the bathroom is.âÂ
Turning your head, you watched as he wrapped a smaller blanket around his waist, the manâs eyes locked on you. Yeah, thatâs ⊠a good idea. You were still dazed, but even more surprised when he reached out with one hand to take yours and help you to your feet, Frankieâs fingers closing around yours. âThank you. I -â
âLemme see.â He reached for you with his other hand, tilting your head so that he could see the place on your neck where his teeth had been. âI didnât break the skin, did I?âÂ
âNo. What? You didnât bite that hard.â Laughing it off, you rolled your eyes. âIâm fine, Frankie. I actually ⊠I liked that.â
âCanât lose control, though.â He frowned, eyes on your skin. âCoulda hurt you⊠and then how would you have explained that to anyone you see in the next couple days?â No, you couldnât.Â
âYou didnât.â Reaching out, you cupped his cheek in one hand, forcing him to look at you. âNo harm done, and it was hot as fuck, soâŠâ He gave you a tiny smile at that, some of the worry leaving his eyes. âShow me where this bathroom is, yeah?âÂ
He led you down the hall, flipping the light switch on and telling you that you could use anything you needed, and then Frankie turned again, heading toward what you assumed was his bedroom. Closing the door, you turned to face the sink and gave yourself a few seconds to stare at your reflection, trying to get your bearings.Â
Your eyes were bright, and though you couldnât see it beneath the blanket heâd given you, you knew that your chest was still rising and falling rapidly, your body coming down from the act of being with him. Heâs good. Heâs really good. I enjoyed that. Closing your eyes, you let the blanket fall and gripped the edge of the sink, sighing. Donât get used to it. Youâre only going to be here for a little while.Â
You did what you needed to do; used the bathroom, washed your face, took a capful of the mouthwash in the medicine cabinet, and then bent over, wrapping yourself in the blanket again before heading back into the living room to collect your clothes.Â
Frankie was still gone, and even though you gave yourself a moment to stare at the place on the carpet youâd just occupied, you were already sitting and pulling your underwear back on when he finally did reenter the room, the man wearing a pair of sleep pants and the same long sleeve shirt heâd had on previously. âYou donât need to get dressed, unless you want me to take you back to the hotel tonight.âÂ
âYou want me to sleep naked?â Glancing up at him, you arched a brow. âSeems kind of unfair since you didnât even take off all your clothes earlier.âÂ
âYeah, about that.â He wrinkled his nose, reaching up to ruffle his own hair. âThereâs a reason, and when you see it, youâll understand.â You were intrigued, but didnât want to give him the satisfaction, and so you stayed quiet, eyeing him. âIâm serious, though. I donât have much to offer you to sleep in, but if you sleep in those pants, you wonât be comfortable.âÂ
âYou want me to stay?âÂ
âYes.â There was no hesitation on his part, Frankie gesturing toward you with one hand. âOnly if you want to, though.â You did - very much - and so you stood, walking to where he was waiting. âWeâll grab something to drink and then head to my room, and Iâll show you why I didnât take my shirt off.âÂ
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A few minutes later, you and Frankie were in his room, glasses of water sitting on coasters on the small tables on either side of his bed. Heâd explained a little to you about the house - that heâd bought it when he and his ex had split for good, that he hadnât looked at too many before making the decision, and that it was a constant work in progress - but heâd sidestepped the mystery of his shirt, and it wasnât until you were already in bed and under the blanket, your bare back resting against the wooden headboard that he brought it up again.Â
âItâs going to sound selfish.â He stood on your side of the bed, looking down. âBut I was pretty focused when we first got back here, and I didnât want to ⊠waste time.â Waste time? What? âEveryone always asks questions when they see it for the first time, and âŠâÂ
He moved as he spoke, reaching for the bottom hem of his shirt and then pulling it over his head, letting the thin material fall to the floor. âHoly fuck, Frankie.â Scrambling onto your knees, you made sure to hold the blanket over your bare chest, eyes on his arm. âThatâs what you were hiding?âÂ
âYeah.â He moved closer, holding it out toward you. âGo ahead, you can touch it.ïżœïżœïżœ He didnât need to tell you twice, and only moments later, you were running your fingertips over the intricately inked designs on his arm, unsure of where to focus. Jesus, this is beautiful. âI got it after I retired from the military for good.â He cleared his throat, continuing. âWe um ⊠we all got somethinâ, just to remind us that we were in some deep shit together.â He pointed at a spot on his bicep, your eyes moving to it. âFor our unit.âÂ
âBut you have a sleeve, Frankie. Do the other guys? No, because I saw Will and Tomâs arms, soâŠâ He laughed, shaking his head, even as you continued to trace the lines of the tattoo.Â
âNo. Everyone elseâs is pretty small. Bennyâs is on his chest. Ironheadâs got his on his side. Popeâs is on the back of one leg. Redflyâs is on his shoulder.â You hummed in appreciation, eyes scanning the manâs arm. It was covered with navigational objects - maps and a compass, what looked like an instrument panel, a helicopter and even a biplane. You even saw a mountain range and a few sets of coordinates, along with Roman numerals hidden in amongst the other elements. âI made mine bigger because I was tryinâ to hide something.âÂ
Your fingers found it as he spoke again, your thumb rubbing slowly over what felt like thick scar tissue on the inside of his forearm, the uneven lines covering an area of a few inches. You felt a wave of unease as you explored, but it passed quickly, Frankie clearing his throat to reclaim your attention.Â
âGot ambushed during the last mission. We were pretty far out and without a medical team, and by the time we got anywhere near a hospital, it had already started healing like shit. Got tired of looking at it and answerinâ questions about what happened so I covered it up and now all people see is the tattoo.âÂ
âDid it hurt?â You glanced up, fingers tightening slightly over the thickened skin. âGetting a tattoo over the scars? Iâve heard that itâs worse sometimes.âÂ
âNah. Not as much as when I got hurt the first time.â He covered your hand with his and squeezed, saying your name. âDâyou see why I didnât want to get into this before?â
âYou wanted to get straight to the sex. I get it.â Grinning, you shook your head. âItâs gorgeous work, Frankie. It suits you. Iâd love to see it in actual light, not just these lamps, because Iâm sure there are a ton of details, and -â
âYou will.â He pulled his arm back and then circled around to the other side of the bed, climbing in and leaning back, just like you were. âI usually fly in short sleeves. So if youâre still interested in those flightsâŠâÂ
âOh, I am.â Turning your head to look at him, you nodded. âVery interested, Frankie. That wasnât just bullshit to get you into bed.âÂ
âGood. Because I want to take you up there.â He reached over, squeezing your knee through the blanket. âDo you want to stop on the way back to the hotel tomorrow for breakfast?âÂ
âYeah, that works.â You sighed. âI donât know whatâs around here, but ⊠I trust you to pick something good.â He grinned, nodding. Part of you - a very large part - wanted to lean over and kiss him again before you laid down, but you knew that it wasnât a good idea. Thatâs not what this was. It was just sex and ⊠it was good sex, but âŠÂ
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â Tilting his head to the side, Frankie crossed his arms over his chest. âWhat?âÂ
âIâm trying to figure out how to end this conversation and lay down without it being awkward, but ⊠I just made it awkward, didnât I.â He laughed at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling, but Frankieâs head shook back and forth, the man leaning closer.Â
âNot awkward. I get it. This shitâs kind of weird, hmm? After what we just did out there, being in hereâs ⊠different.â You nodded, still eyeing him. âCan I make it a little better for you?â He wet his lips, taking a deep breath. âEasier, maybe?âÂ
You knew what he was going to do even before he moved, but Frankie leaned closer while you nodded, one of his hands rising to touch - and then tilt - your chin. He kissed you softly, lips lingering on yours, and when he backed away, he was smiling, one brow arched. âI did say you could do that as often as you wanted tonight, didnât I?âÂ
âYou did.â He tweaked your chin and then pulled away entirely, easing himself down and onto the mattress. âNow get some sleep. I paid a fortune for this bed and I want you to enjoy it as much as I do.â You laughed, laying down next to him and rolling onto your side, facing the man. âAlexa, bedroom off.âÂ
Without delay, the room was plunged into darkness, Frankie shifting next to you as he settled in. He didnât say anything else, and there was space between your bodies, but you didnât feel the typical chasm that was almost always result when you stayed after a hookup. Because I knew him a little first? Because this wonât be the last time I see him? Both? I donât⊠I donât know.Â
Humming quietly as you got comfortable, you felt your breaths lengthen, your body sinking into the mattress, which was comfortable. âAre these pillows the same material as -â
âYes.â His voice was muffled, Frankie clearing his throat before he continued. âI told you. A fortune. Iâm not twenty one anymore and I deserve it, goddammit.â You laughed at that, eyes squeezed shut. âGoodnight.âÂ
ââNight, Frankie.âÂ
As you drifted off, the thought crossed your mind that even it was meant to be a one-time only thing, it certainly hadnât felt that way at any point in the night - on either side.Â
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You woke up to heat, a weight draped over you that sent a jolt of panic through your body as you sucked in a breath. Where am I? What is - âHey. Itâs alright.â His voice was low and in your ear, your muscles relaxing at the sound. âYouâre alright. I just moved in my sleep, Iâm sorry.âÂ
The realization that it was Frankieâs weight partially atop you forced your eyes open, the sight of his bare chest only inches from your nose greeting you immediately. Oh, shit. âIâm sorry, too. I -â
âDonât apologize.â He moved his hand slowly, trailing a finger up the center of your back. âNot a bad way to wake up.â No, not at all. âHowâd you sleep?â He smells so good. Even after last night, he smellsâŠÂ
âLike a rock, Frankie. You werenât lying about your bed. This is incredible compared to the hotels and apartments Iâve dealt with the last couple months. I donât know how you get out of it every morning.â He laughed at you, taking a breath and rolling onto his back and away from you. You watched as his tattooed arm lifted, that hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes.Â
It was easier to see the design in the morning light, and your eyes roamed his skin, looking for details that youâd missed previously. Thereâs so many. Iâd need to look for an hour to see them all. âIâm going to take a shower, and then weâll get going. I hate to do that, but Iâm gonna go straight to the office after I drop you off.â He blinked at you, the manâs cheek pressed to his pillow. âYou can use the other one if you want, should be everything you need in -â
âI appreciate it.â Sitting up, you held the blanket in place. âBut Iâve got some emails to check, and thereâs no point in showering if Iâm just going to put old clothes on.âÂ
âI offered.â He sat up, too, and shrugged. âThereâs coffee in the kitchen if you want to make some. Itâll only take me about ten minutes.â Frankie climbed out of bed without warning, treating you to the sight of his bare back and shoulders, pants hanging low on his hips. Damn. Look at him. âItâs not polite to stare.â Throwing a glance back over his shoulder, you watched as his smile grew. âBut I donât mind.âÂ
You groaned and he laughed, the man disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Well, shit. You gave yourself until you heard the water turn on to get out of bed, quickly pulling your clothes back on and using his mirror to ensure that you looked presentable. That done, you padded barefoot into the kitchen, willing yourself not to snoop.Â
Heâd already opened up to you on numerous levels - more than any typical one night stand, and also more than any new acquaintance, and you didnât want to break his trust. As you reached for the handle of the most likely cabinet for coffee mugs, you tried to convince yourself that it was because you needed him for the helicopter, but you knew that wasnât everything.Â
The places your search took you often led to loneliness - the job was a solo one, and your cover contacts could only fill so much of the time in the day. The reality was that when you werenât out looking at likely locations or actively doing research, you spent a lot of time in the place you were renting.Â
It didnât make sense to make friends. It wasnât smart to form attachments, because the nature of your mission was something that kept you on the move. But maybe ⊠maybe making a friend like Frankie would be alright.Â
His friends were an added bonus, too. He hadnât been wrong; youâd gotten along with them, had enjoyed the time youâd spent at the bar, and it had little to do with the fact that they were potentially useful. And everything to do with them as people.Â
You set the pot to brew and then headed for the living room, digging through your bag for your phone and pulling it free.Â
There were no missed calls or texts, and nothing in your inbox from Tom. Itâs still early, though. Frowning, you headed back into the kitchen and took a seat at the small table, dialing Alecâs number as the scent of the coffee filled the room.Â
It went straight to voicemail, which didnât surprise you, and with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, you rested your forehead against your palm, waiting for the beep. âHey, Alec. Itâs me. Just checking in and trying to figure out how things are going. Iâm working on a couple things in Florida, so hopefully in a few days Iâll be settled for a while. Give me a call when you get this, alright? Would be great to hear about what youâve been up to.âÂ
Setting the phone face down on the table, you covered your face with both hands, sighing. It wasnât unusual to be out of contact for a lengthy period of time, but no interaction whatsoever always worried you. Heâs fine. Heâs just following a lead. He - âAlec? I didnât mean to eavesdrop, but -â He sounds concerned.Â
Head popping up, you turned in your seat toward the doorway, finding that Frankie was leaning against it, his hair wet and arms crossed over his broad chest. âMy cousin. He also travels for work, so we ⊠we sort of keep each other company while weâre on the job. Itâs been a little while since Iâve heard from him, though, and I have no idea where he is right now.â He nodded twice, pointing at the coffee maker with one finger.Â
âYou made a pot, not a cup.â Well, yeah. I figured you might want some, too. âThere enough for me?â
âOf course. I just got out one mug because I didnât want to assume, but⊠yeah, Frankie.â Standing, you headed back toward the counter, inhaling deeply. âI made enough for you.âÂ
âThank you.â You heard the sound of a cabinet opening and then watched as he pushed a travel mug across the counter, followed moments later by a second one. âCan I make a suggestion?â Turning your head, you waited to see what heâd say. âWe take it to go, and then both of us have a good coffee to drink later today.âÂ
You paused, pressing your lips together. Is he trying to get me out of here? âI⊠ok. Sure. I havenât tested out the coffee maker in my room yet, but -â You poured coffee into the first mug, leaving enough space in case he wanted to add anything to it.Â
âAnd you can give me the mug back the next time I see you.â He stepped closer, bumping your hip with his. âWhether thatâs for a flight or ⊠another time.â You tried to hide it but you were certain he saw your hand shake at the comment, both of your eyes widening at the insinuation. Another time? Another time like last night, or another time at the bar, or - âWheneverâs good for you.âÂ
You turned your head then, locking eyes with him. There was something in them, a hopeful look that surprised you, but Frankie only gave you a small smile, the man shrugging as he reached for the full mug, his fingers closing around it. Keep it light. âSounds good.â You returned your attention to the coffee pot, heart thudding in your chest. âI will be in Tampa for a while, soâŠâ Donât get your hopes up.Â
A few minutes later, both of you were holding full travel mugs and heading out the front door. Frankie was telling you a story about a booking heâd had, your attention fully on the sound of his voice. âI have so many damn stories I could tell you, itâs unreal.â He slid into the seat next to you, turning the key in the ignition. âProposals. Iïżœïżœïżœve had people break up mid-flight. Couple people puked. Someone demanded their money back because I wouldnât land âem in a random place.â
âPeople are ⊠very needy.â You sipped your coffee, eyeing his dashboard. âBut I bet youâve had some really good flights, too. Otherwise, you wouldnât still be doing it.â He didnât answer right away, but when he did, it wasnât how youâd anticipated.
âAlright. Thereâs a place on the way back to Ironheadâs that I like. Hopefully you will, too.â He put the truck in reverse and backed slowly down the driveway. âAnd yeah, I have had good flights. Most of âem are that way. But even if they werenât, I think Iâd still do this. Flyingâs what I know. Itâs what Iâm good at. I made a career out of it in the military, so why not keep doing it now?âÂ
âI know for a fact youâre good at other things, too.â Eyeing him, you chewed on your lower lip. Well, itâs the truth. âSo -â
âAh, but those things arenât exactly legal for me to profit from, are they.â He grinned, turning toward you enough to give you a wink. âThanks for the vote of encouragement, though. Iâll remember that. Flattery gets you everywhere with me.â This is too easy. It shouldnât be this easy. âWeâre almost there, by the way. Family owned diner. Cheap but the food is good. Theyâre really friendly.âÂ
Nodding in agreement, you leaned back in your seat, staring out the front window. You reminded yourself to make a few notes during the meal, just in case he was watching you closely. Keep up appearances.Â
But when you parked in the small lot, Frankie waiting for you to round the front of the truck to start walking toward the front door, you knew that you wouldnât be focusing much on your surroundings. Instead, you focused on him, the man taking a seat across from you in the small booth, and immediately launching into another story once youâd both ordered.Â
He kept you entertained throughout the entire meal, your attention squarely on him and what he was saying - but Frankie asked you questions, too, the manâs prodding never making you feel uncomfortable, though it was not typical âmorning afterâ conversation. But nothing about this is typical, is it.Â
He made you laugh with a story about Benny and Pope, and it was impossible not to keep grinning in his direction, even after it was finished. âYouâre making a very good case for wanting to be friends with your friends, do you know that?â You finished your meal, dropping your fork onto the plate and then topping it with a wadded up napkin. âThank you, Frankie. For ⊠last night and for this morning. Itâs been a really long time since Iâve felt ⊠I donât know, like Iâm in a place for more than work. It was nice to relax for a while.âÂ
He nodded, raising his almost empty cup in salute. âGlad to help.â You didnât want to cross a line or make it weird with him, but his reaction reassured you that you hadnât. âThey all always tell me I need to relax, too. And despite what you might think, last night was ⊠not my normal. Before? Yeah. Before I met Becca? Definitely. It ⊠Iâm careful now. I have to be.âÂ
âBecause of your daughter?â Cocking your head to the side, you crossed your arms on the table. âI get it. Even if she doesnât live with you all the time, youâve gotta be there for her. And inviting strangers into your life is ⊠not always the best idea.â He watched you for a few seconds, the look in his eyes almost distant, but then he nodded, blinking himself back into focus.
âThatâs part of it.â He gestured to your plate and then to his. âReady?â You nodded in agreement, reaching for your bag, but Frankie held out his hand, stopping you. âItâs on me. Iâve got it.â You didnât want to argue and so you thanked him instead, watching as he pulled a few bills out of his wallet and set them on the table. âCâmon. We leave now, Iâll be able to get you back to your car before Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumber get to the bar to open it up.âÂ
You snorted back a laugh and followed Frankie back outside, the man pausing long enough to glance up at the sky and take a deep breath. What is he going to say? Heâs gearing up for something. âWhich oneâs which?â Putting a hand on your hip, you wrinkled your nose. âBenny and Will? Which oneâs -â
âDepends on the day of the week.â He kept a straight face for a few seconds and then laughed, shaking his head. âIâm kidding. Theyâre both a hell of a lot smarter than they look, and theyâre two of the best goddamn friends anyone could ask for.âÂ
âBut that doesnât mean they wonât give you shit about picking up a girl from a bar and having to drive her back to her car the following morning - as any good friend should.â Buckling in, you looked over at Frankie. âI get it.âÂ
âI meant it. I donât ⊠I donât use the bar like that. I donât just -â
âFrankie, you donât owe me an explanation. Even if you did take home a new woman every time you went in there, I canât say much about it because Iâd barely been in Tampa for a full day before I let you take me back to your place. This is ⊠what it is, and I think itâs fair to say that we both enjoyed ourselves, but that doesnât mean either of us have to justify our behavior.â You drummed your fingertips atop your knee. âI donât stay in one place long enough to get close to people. Iâve never kept in touch with anyone Iâve met after Iâm out of a city, so -â
âBut have you ever slept with âem and then had to work with them afterward?â He watched the road as he drove, both hands on the wheel.Â
âNo. But if itâs going to be a problem, I -â He stopped at a light, turning his head to look at you. âWhat?âÂ
âItâs not going to be a problem. I just want to be honest with you, because Iâm not ⊠Iâm not looking for anything long term, and I donât want you to get the wrong idea. After retiring, after Becca, after ⊠everything, Iâm just trying to ⊠make it all work.âÂ
âWell youâre in luck.â You cleared your throat. âI think weâll need to be friendly in order to make the most out of these flights Iâm hoping to schedule with you, but it doesnât need to be more. Last night was great, Frankie, thereâs no reason to pretend it wasnât.â You were thankful that he was being honest with you - setting expectations and not leaving things open to interpretation. He knows what he needs, and thatâs ⊠a step up from most men, honestly. âBut we can leave that part of it at that, and just ⊠work together.â
It was probably for the best - the longer you stayed in Tampa and the deeper you got in your research, the less time youâd have for distractions like Frankie outside of the helicopter. Because the man was perceptive - he had to be in order to survive multiple deployments, and to excel at his current profession. And perceptive people ask questions, which I canât answer, so ⊠it was fun but we shouldnât do it again.Â
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, the manâs jaw set - but he didnât speak again until you were parked in the barâs lot, his truck next to your car. âI might have some time before my first trip today to look into some routes. If you ⊠if you think of anything you want to see, or anywhere youâd like to go, just let me know, and Iâll see if I can work it in.â You nodded, digging through your bag for your keys. âMight be a couple days before you hear from me, because I want to have actual answers before I -â
âThatâs fine. And if, in the meantime, you can figure out a time to do one of your regular routes, Iâm open to that. I have to see the main coast and the city too, right?â Might as well get that out of the way while I can. âOnly if you have time, though. I donât want to bug you.âÂ
âYou arenât. And you wonât.â He finally looked at you again, resolve written on his features. âAnd I didnât mean to lay this shit on you, either. I probably seem like the worst fucking hookup of all time.â
âIâve had worse. Way worse, actually.â Winking at him, you reached over and squeezed his knee. âBut in all seriousness, knowing where you stand is important, right? Set expectations from the beginning and no one gets in too deep.â Keep telling yourself that. âHave a safe flight, Frankie. Or flights, if youâve got more than one today. Thank you again for everything. Iâll talk to you later.âÂ
You got out of the truck without saying anything more, but before you could climb into your car, you heard him say your name and looked up to find the driverâs side window down, his bent elbow resting against the open space. What? âLet me know when you hear about that apartment, alright? If you end up there, I can recommend some stuff in the neighborhood.âÂ
You assured him you would, and then with another nod, Frankie pulled away, the window rising as his truck moved. Even though you told yourself not to, you watched him go, only looking away when the truck disappeared from view. Shit.Â
He wasnât exactly sending you mixed signals - you were the one that suggested being on friendly terms, and what heâd told you laid out his expectations pretty clearly. But something was nagging at you - Frankieâs behavior not quite aligning with a true one night standâs aftermath. Itâs fine. Iâm overthinking it. Lifting the mug to your lips and taking another sip, you laughed as you realized that no matter what, you would have to see him again - just as heâd so obviously planned. Oh, Frankie. Smiling to yourself, you unlocked your car. Youâre going to be trouble, arenât you.Â
âLong night?â You spun at the sound of a voice, startled at the sight of Will leaning against the side of his car - a large SUV. âYou look ⊠well rested.â He was smirking, one eyebrow raised, and without even thinking, you lifted your hand and gave him the finger, the manâs laughter erupting from his throat. âMaybe you need more sleep. âFish mustâve kept you up late.âÂ
âVery funny, Will.â He wasnât judging you, though, the manâs posture loose as he watched your reaction. âHow do you even know he -â
âI passed him on my way in. He waved at me.â Oh. Thatâll do it. âYou know, I give that man a lot of shit, but âŠâ Will dragged his tongue over his lower lip and then reached up, rubbing at his beard with one hand. âItâs been a while since Iâve seen him like he was last night. Comfortable with someone new. It was ⊠nice.â Oh? Thatâs⊠interesting. âJust something for you to think about, yâknow?â Will nodded slowly and then pointed at the front of the bar. âGotta go in now, get shit ready to open, but what Benny said last night stands. Come back whenever - with or without Cat.âÂ
âMaybe I will.â He nodded, pushing off of the vehicle and stepping toward the door. âSee you around.â You were inside your car before he made it to the door, starting the engine and tapping the address of the hotel into the NAV screen.Â
You had a lot to think about - and even more to do, and thanks to Frankie, you didnât need to stop for food on your way back to the room. Iâll go out later, you told yourself, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. Once I get some work done.Â
And you did get work done after you got out of the shower, the hot water running over your body and soothing you the way it always did. But you would have been lying to yourself if youâd tried to pretend that while under the stream, you hadnât let your thoughts wander to Frankie - to the way heâd touched you and made you feel.Â
You worked for hours, finishing the mug of coffee and then some, making lists of potential locations to check out along with likely spots within those locations to focus on. You did what you did best - categorizing your findings based on intuition and what you knew to be true about the Chaos line, as well as the data you could gather on the previous attacks in the Tampa area.Â
It was good work, and when you finally stopped to take a breath and consider dinner, you were pleased with your progress - and even more pleased with the locations that youâd found to use as cover while you looked into what you were really in Florida for. I have a place to start now. And tomorrow⊠tomorrow thatâs what Iâll do.Â
But the minute you shut your laptop and closed your notebook, your thoughts went back to Frankie, and the time youâd spent together. Closing your eyes, you could still almost feel the manâs hold on you - the way his palm had felt on your chest, the touch of his fingers and the press of his chest to your back. You could hear him, the noises heâd made seared into your brian. Stop it. Stop. You both know what last night was. Â
Shaking your head, you stood from the desk and reached for your phone, surprised to see a missed call from Tom earlier that afternoon. I got denied. Thatâs the only possible reason he called so fast.Â
But Tomâs message was the exact opposite - short and to the point, and when it ended, you stood in the center of your room, gripping the phone tightly in one hand.Â
The homeowner had looked over your documents and references, and contingent on your background checkâs results, was ready to accept the terms of your move-in offer. âAs long as everything comes back good, you can come in on Wednesday and Thursday and sign the lease and hand over your deposit,â his voice through the speaker told you. âAnd then move in immediately after that. Might be premature, but ⊠congratulations on findinâ something so fast. Iâll keep you updated.âÂ
âOh, man.â Closing your eyes, you lowered your head. Things were progressing in record time - and once you were moved in, you wouldnât have to worry about a housekeeper walking in and snooping through your stuff, which would make things even easier. It meant you could truly get lost in your work, surrounding yourself with your notes and everything your family had learned throughout the years.Â
But there was something it also meant - a realization that your traitorous brain focused on much more quickly - and for much longer - than it should have.Â
Once you moved into the guest house, youâd practically be neighbors with Frankie - and despite the assurances and declarations youâd both made that morning, you werenât sure that either of you would be able to stick with them.Â
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So I have decided to try and do Whumptober! I can not promise all the fics will be out on time but I'll do my best đŹ there is the addition of Ben Miller too!
Hereâs whoâll get what:
1) Sick - Javier Peña
2) Insomnia - Joel Miller
3) Sensory deprivation - Marcus Pike
4) Hiding an injury - Din Djarin
5) Hostage - Marcus Pike
6) Forced to hurt someone else - Benny Miller
7) CPR - Frankie Morales
8) Panic attacks - Joel Miller
9) Scar reveal - Erza
10) Branding - Din Djarin
11) Paralyzed - Marcus Pike
12) Character death - Frankie Morales
13) Crushed - Din Djarin
14) Field medicine - Javier Peña
15) Self Defence - Benny Miller
16) Chronic pain - Ezra
17) Hypothermia - Javier Peña
18) Fever - Frankie Morales
19) Left behind - Din Djarin
20) Mutilation - Ezra
21) Shock - Marcus Pike
22) Nerve Damage - Javier Peña
23) Forced to watch - Benny Miller
24) Failed escape - Din Djarin
25) Nightmares - Joel Miller
26) Non-Consensual Touching - Din Djarin
27) Forgotten - Frankie Morales
28) Oxygen deprivation - Javier Peña
29) "The easy way or the hard way?" - Joel Miller
30) Coma - Frankie Morales
31) PTSD - Benny Miller
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you make loving fun. | frankie morales x ofc
four. crystal
content (for this chapter): smut, family gatherings and That really annoying relative, a lot of feelings, a hint of possessiveness, frankie is once again being an idiot
word count: 5.8k
a/n: i'm so sorry for the delay, life's truly kicking my ass and i hope the chapter will make up for it. updates might be a little bit slow from now, but i'll do my best
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âFor the first few months of their relationship, Fish didnât even know it was a relationship. They moved in together, and still he would say stuff like sheâs not my girlfriend, we havenât talked about it, I donât want to pressure her. Considerate, really, but soâAlba, chiquitita, cover your ears a momentâso fucking dumb. And that was how I knew. Weâve known Frankie a really long time, weâve been together through a lot, and that was the first time Iâve seen him be so stupidâwhich is saying a lot. But, after all, isnât that what love does in the beginning? It makes you foolish, nervous, doubt things you wouldâve never doubted before. It was a new look on him, and it made it crystal clear how enamored he was, probably without even realizing it in the beginningâbecause I know he fell for Camila right off the bat. And I mean, how could he not? He called me, that first morning, and even then Camila was a surprise. Will said it all alreadyâfunny, kind, smart, beautiful, but most of all right. You were, and still are, right for him, Cami, the right person at the right time, and that is something rare, something great. Sometimes I think we should thank you more, because you changed Frankieâs life, and with his, ours tooâmine for sure, because not only did I get to see my best friend finally start living again, but I also gained a sister. So, one Garcia to the other: thank you. That being said, itâd be nice to have him back every now and thenâseriously, theyâre practically glued together, canât keep their hands to themselves to save their lives! I have some storiesââ
Frankieâs hand tightened slightly around the glass of water in his grip when he felt a hand clasping him on the shoulder, tight and all too buoyant, shaking him and forcing his eyes away from Camila, Alba and his motherâAlba was lying on her back over VerĂłnicaâs knees, the older woman laughing in her chair as the child stretched and let her head dangle back towards Camila, sitting on the grass and smiling.
âWho wouldâve thoughtâyoung Cisco with an actual girlfriend,â the man at his side was grinning, a glaze clouding his eyes, mouth stained red from wine. âWell, not so young anymore, are you?â
âTakes one to know one, Nicky,â he retorted with a hint of a laugh, some of the tension melting from his shoulders when he saw Camila move again at the corner of his eye, could hear Albaâs loud giggles from his spot.
His cousin laughed, clearly not put off by his commentâhe wasnât trying to be mean, exactly, but out of all the people in the family currently gathered in his motherâs backyardâ
âSo you got one of the last good ones, huh?â he still had his hand on Frankieâs shoulder, standing a step back as they were angled towards the other three. Camilaâs hand was underneath Albaâs head, supporting it up as she leaned in, brushing their noses together as the child giggled again. A small smile caught on Frankieâs lips, warmth spreading across his chest. âMan, and sheâs good with the kid. You oughta keep this one.â
Frankieâs family wasnât meanâtheyâd never given him too much shit for what had happened to him, for what heâd done, at least not to his face and certainly not to his motherâs, for they wouldnât even be there if they had. But heâd gotten good at understanding peopleâs double meaning, at hearing the light shift in their voices. You oughta keep this one, not like the last one, or all the others before.
âThanks, Nic,â he sighedâacross the garden, Camila tilted her head as she looked at him. She quirked up an eyebrow, and he was quick to shoot a smile in her direction, the slightest shake of his head at her silent question.
âFine, too, your girl,â he continued, clearly not put off by Frankieâs lack of trying at keeping up the conversation. âYoung face, pity for the graysâI mean, she could always dye it,â he shrugged, before grinning and elbowing Frankie in the side, making him turn fully towards him, his lips pressed in a thin line as he inhaled deeply. âAlthough Iâm sure she makes up for it plenty inââ
âListen, Nickyââ he exhaled sharply, the sentence dying on his lips when he felt a hand brush up his back, from the lower side upâhis shoulders sagged slightly, leaning towards Camilaâs touch as she settled at his side.
âSorry,â soft-voiced, she pulled his cousinâs perplexed gaze towards her, too. âI need to borrow Frankie for a momentâAlba spilled some juice on my dress and I could really use the help before it stains.â
âOh, of course,â Nic cleared his throat, stepping back, his gaze flickering from one to the otherâshy, all of a sudden. Frankie almost rolled his eyes, held in check only by Camilaâs hand sliding into his, gently pulling him along.
âAlba wasnât drinking anything,â he murmured, his head bowed slightly as they walked back inside the house. She shrugged lightly, then looked over her shoulder as she smiledâquick and amused, making him scoff. âMilaââ
âJust come with me for a moment,â she retorted before he could finish forming the protest. âAlbaâs with Santiago and your mom, itâs alright,â she added as he went to speak again, walking past the kitchen and living room.
âIâm still not sure why heâs here,â Frankie muttered, making her chuckle and pull him slightly closer as she reached the stairsâhe placed the glass on the closest surface at hand.
âAccording to him, heâs included in the family for the family reunion,â he got closer each step, his now free hand coming up to brush her hip. âDonât get ideas, Morales,â she added, giving a delicate slap to the back of his hand.
âYouâre the one getting me away from the rest of them,â he retorted as she pulled them both inside the bathroomâto which he arched an eyebrow, as if that was proof of his point even before she turned the key. âReally difficult to not get any ideas now,â Camila laughed, shaking her head before turning fully to face him, eyebrows slightly arched. âWhat?â
âOut with it,â she said simply, resting her hands on the countertop of the sink behind her back. Frankie frowned slightly, stepping closer againâshe tipped her chin up to look at him, her gaze soft.
âWith what?â
âYouâve been jumpy all day,â she told him, voice as soft as her eyes, and he wondered if he was truly that obvious or she simply knew him so well. âYour family is not so bad, you know? I mean, Nicky isââ she let the sentence hang, mouth turned in a grimace.
âYeah, Iâm sorry,â he sighed, and she shifted the weight on one hand to reach for his face with the other, cupping his cheek.
âYou donât have to apologize, honey,â she hummed, thumb brushing along the apple of his cheek, warm from the sun. âI like themâby now somebody in my family wouldâve started a fight for sure,â she added with a quick grin that made him scoff out a laugh, gaze lowered. âBut theyâve all been nice,â he mustâve tensed up again, because she tilted her head to try and meet his gaze. âIs that it?â
âNo, itâsâIâm glad they are, itâs justââ her hand moved down across his cheek and jaw, pushing underneath his chin to get him to look up at last. âItâs nothing. Nicky said some shit, and he talked about me having an actual girlfriend or something,â he scoffed, gaze darting away and backâbehind her, he saw their reflection in the mirror, her hair shifting with the movement of both her arms shifting up.
âFrankie, sweetheart,â her words carried her soft smile as she took his cap off, putting it aside because she held his face in her hands, looking at him with such tenderness in her eyes he almost crumbled in front of her, hands twitching at his sides. âSo what?â
âI donât know,â he groaned softly, eyes shut for a longer moment before letting out a long sigh. âWe just never discussed it, and people keep bringing it up, and I didnât want to pressure you orââ when he looked at her again, her lips were parted, brows knitted tightly with perplexity as he repeated, âI donât know.â
âPressure me?â her confusion bled into her voice, her touch getting a little hesitant for a momentâif he were to look past her head and into the mirror, Frankie would register the guilt in his gaze. Instead, he only noticed the realization dawn in her eyes. âOh.â
âIâm sorryâI kept thinking I would bring it up and then never did and I was worried it would be too much, or too early,â he shifted back a little, her hands falling to his shoulders.
âWait, so this is because he called me your girlfriend?â she asked, a little baffled. At his little nod, a quick laugh escaped her, and she pushed herself towards him. âFrankie, honey, weâve lived together for two months,â she smiled as she said it.
âI know,â she locked her hands behind his neck, pulling him slightly closer in the process, fingertips pushing at the nape of his neck. âI just didnât want to assume,â she laughed again, a little louder, and Frankie frowned once more, pouting slightly. âDonât make fun of me.â
âIâm not, I promise Iâm not,â she said quickly, getting herself closer, though still laughing. âIâm sorry, justâI thought there was nothing to discuss. Youâre it for me?â
âYouââ he was still frowning, a little deeper, and she let one hand move from the back of his head up across his face, gently kneading the spot between his eyebrows where lines were etched. âYouâre still laughing. Camilaââ
âIâm sorry,â she repeated, unable to help herself as she shook her head through the laughter turned giggles, shifting her body weight so she was leaning against his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, keeping her upright and ducking his chin to keep his gaze on her face, the lines at the corner of her eyes deepening as her smile widened. âWhy would you worry about that, honey?â
âYou told me you thought youâd jumped in too fast with that guy,â heâd been that guy for months now, no longer JasonâCamila found some amusement in it, her nose scrunching up.
âI did,â she nodded, bringing a hand to his chest while the other still cupped the back of his head. âBut youâre not him, and Iâm no longer 20-something, so Iâd like to think Iâve wised up,â Frankie sighed, carefully lowering his head towards her. âThen again, Iâve moved in with you afterâwhat, eight months? So maybeââ
âMila,â he groaned in half-complaint, making her laugh again before she tipped her chin up, kissing him in full. He sighed again, the tension in his back melting away as her fingers brushed through his hair, the other palm pressed firmly against his heart.
When she didnât pull back, Frankieâs arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him and straightening his back to sweep her off her feet, taking the half step that separated them from the countertop to sit her thereâhe slotted himself between her legs, her back arching slightly as her lips parted for his tongue.
He kissed and kissed and kissed her until the rest of the world blurred away, until there was no Nicky or Jason, no Santi nor the rest of his family, just the two of them tangled together, sharing soft breaths and touches and the only thing grounding him was the weight of her against him, the shift of her body as he let his hands wandered back and thighs and legs, right underneath her dress.
âAre you gonna ask me, then?â she breathed out once they parted, heavy breaths from both of them and Frankieâs vision blurry for just a moment as he chased her, interrupted only by her soft words, the hint of laughter in them.
âWhat?â he licked his lips as if trying to cling onto the taste of her, fingers digging into her flesh. Her cheeks were red, bruised lips as she looked up at him while it all came back into vision for Frankie. âIs itâofficial?â her smile turned into a snort at the uncertainty in his tone, a shimmer in her eyes to highlight her amusement.
âYou can do better than that, Francisco,â she murmured, mockingly, and he huffed out a breath as his lips quivered in a semi-pout. Camila leaned forward, kissing it away, but before he could chase her again she pulled back abruptlyâone hand on his chest, the other falling behind her over the counter to support herself.
âYouâre enjoying this too much,â he scoffed, letting his hands travel a little up across her skin, the skirt of her dress bunching up with the movement.
âMaybe,â she said with a light shrug, letting her hand travel down across his torso, lingering on each buttonâjust teasing to undo them, Frankieâs eyes following the movement as his own fingers moved up and up. âYou know what Iâm going to say,â she murmured then, the tip of her first and middle finger hooking in his belt and pulling him forward ever so slightly, âask.â
âI donât need to ask,â he lowered his head towards hers, hooking his fingers at each side of her underwearâshe squeezed her knees at his sides, humming softly as he pulled. âDo I?â
âAsk,â she repeated, lips still curved in an amused smile.
âCamila,â uttered as a warning before he kissed her again, a little harsher than before, almost feverish, pulling and pulling at her underwear that wouldnât shift.
He could feel the laughter bubbling in her throat as she pushed against his lower stomach to make him step back, hopping down the counter to bare her lower halfâFrankie kept his hands on her legs, her dress bunched up between the two of them, and slowly began lowering himself, ready to shift onto his knees in front of her.
âWe donât have time,â she mumbled against his lips, swiftly undoing his belt. âLater. Home.â
âDid you not tell me to not get any ideas?â his mocking question ended with a groan when she cupped her hand to his front, stroking his already half-hard length from above his briefsâhis hips twitched into her touch, and he felt the grin forming on her lips at his immediate reaction.
âAsk me,â she replied instead, stroking him again.
Again, and again, until he was panting in her mouth, hips bucking with each movementâFrankie kissed her one more time before turning her around, her hands coming down against the counter for balance as he gently kicked her legs apart to slot himself closer, his still clothed front pressed against her back.
âI donât have to ask,â he repeated, punctuating each word with a kiss to her neck, one hand to her hip as the other bared himself. Camilaâs reflection smiled in the mirror, her head ducked as if hiding herself but not quite, as he pushed the tip of his length against the seam of her folds. âYouâre my girl, arenât you?â he murmured then against the shell of her ear.
Before she could form a response, her mouth fell open as he nudged at her entrance, slowlyâagonizingly slowâstarting to push into her. Her eyes rolled back and she nodded, soft gasps leaving her as she gripped the countertop, both of Frankieâs hands now on her hips, guiding her back to meet him.
âLook at you,â his gaze remained glued to the mirror as she tilted her head back towards himâher eyelids fluttered a moment, trying and failing to focus on their reflections as he kept going. âMy beautiful girl,â another kiss to her neck, right behind her ear, making her shudder and rock her hips back. With a groan, his front pressed to her back as he sank fully inside her, he spoke against her shoulder, âmine.â
ââCourse I am,â she panted, her thighs trembling slightly against his. âYours,â at the word, Frankieâs cock twitched, his grip on her hips tightening. âGodâFrankie,â she moaned, back arching as her walls fluttered around him.
âBaby, you gotta keep quiet,â he mumbled, pushing forward so her hips were against the countertop, and he was leaning against her in turn. One arm wrapped around her middle to keep her flush to him, he let his other hand wander up across her torso, the fabric of her dress wrinkling underneath his touch.
âThought you liked it when you could hear me,â her gaze flickered over their reflections, down to his rising hand and up to meet his eyes, a flush spreading from her heaving chest up and her lips slightly parted.
âYes,â he shifted back, the slow drag of his length as he pulled out almost all the way making her breath quicken. âWhen Iââ he snapped his hips forward, and Camila bit down onto her lip to keep herself from crying out, knuckles turning white as she gripped the counter a little harder, âcan. Not the rest of the family.â
âWe wouldnât be here if that were a problem,â each word felt like it was punched out of her chest, Frankieâs movements steady, hitting a spot deep inside of her that had her vision wavering. âYou enjoy the thrill, Francisco,â she addedânot a question, rather her ability to read him so perfectly laid out in a tease.
And he didâhe liked his life, his new one, with no drugs and very little alcohol, a steady, almost boring job, a home with the two halves of his heart, a bed with hogged blankets and slow nights. He loved that lifeâbut sometimes he missed the rush, and Camila seemed to know exactly when he felt like he was starting to waver. Exactly what to do about it so that he wouldnât topple over again, returning back to her each time.
âFuckâdonât stop, donât stop,â heâd gotten so lucky. He was so goddamn lucky.
The hand that had been traveling up her body moved up again, grabbing her by the chin to turn her head so that he could kiss her, and kiss her, and kiss her, swallowing each sound away as he picked up his pace, his hips snapping against her skin almost too loudlyâand only spurring him further.
A shiver ran through her as Frankie stopped with one last thrust, his head falling into the crook of her neck as he cameâhe tightened his hold around her, keeping her flush to his front. Her walls fluttered around his length buried deep within her, a weak, frustrated cry leaving her at his sudden stillnessâhe breathed out a quiet laugh before pulling his head up, chin hooked over her shoulder as he brought two fingers to his mouth, coating his fingertips before reaching for the apex of her core.
âMy beautiful, beautiful girl,â Camilaâs pupils were wide, eyes glazed over as she let her head loll back and sighed at his perhaps-too-delicate initial touch. Each of Frankieâs words was accompanied by a soft kiss across her skinâcheek and jaw and neck, his gaze never leaving her face as he began drawing quick circles over her clit.
âFrankie,â with a breathless cry, she grasped at his arm still wrapped around her, holding her upright. He kissed her neck, humming at her sharp intakes of air with each of his movements.
âI know,â he could feel her muscles grow taut under his touch, her thighs shaking as she got closer and closerâhe groaned when she squeezed around his length, sensitive and softening as she tethered the edge. âCome on, baby, I can feel youâso good, you feel so good, baby, youââ
Camila twisted her neck and kissed him abruptly, harsh and trembling as her orgasm rippled through herâshe quietened herself, the loud moan muffled by Frankieâs own bruised lips. He drank the noise greedily, slowing down the movement of his fingers until she twitched in his hold and dug her fingernails into the arm she was holding onto, a weak whine as she went limp into his hold.
He pulled out slowly, another softer moan escaping her as she folded forward, hands coming down to the countertop with a shaky exhale and equally shaky arms. His gaze remained low a moment longer, following the slow trail of their combined releases dripping down her thighs, and then he bowed down, kissed the space between her shoulders softly from above her dress.
âYou alright?â he spoke softly, hands rubbing soothing circles on her bare hips as she evened her breathing, head hanging forward. She hummed quietly, rolling her shoulders back.
âI just need a minute,â she nodded, bringing her head upright again and wincing slightly. âJesusâmaybe two minutes,â she sighed, and Frankie chuckled softly, another kiss pressed against her shoulder as he tucked himself back in.
âTurn around,â he guided her by the hips tenderly, meeting her eyes for a brief moment in the mirror. âLet me clean you up.â
She hummed softly as she let him move her, leaning back again with her hands on the counter, her breath now even as Frankie recovered a clean towel from underneath the sink, turning on the water and waiting for it to turn lukewarm. Camilaâs eyes remained on him as he moved, eyelids low and a tired half smile stretching across her lips.
He sank to the floor in front of her, gently brushing the towel up between her thighs, one hand on her calf rubbing circles with his thumb again against her skin, gentle and soothing. He helped her get dressed back up, smoothing down the skirt of her dress and pressing one last kiss to her now clothed hip before standing back up, mere inches from her.
âPromise me something,â she wrapped her arms around his middle, threading her arms underneath his. Frankie lowered his gaze to her still slightly flushed face, a small frown crossing his brow. âYouâre gonna ask me whatever it is that crosses your mind, anything you want toâeven if itâs something as banal as is my hair alright,â her fingers curled against his back, gently bringing him closer.
Frankie sighed, cupping her jaw in his hands before noddingâsmall movements, getting closer to leave a delicate peck against her lips.
âPromise,â he conceded, voice a little hoarse as he kept it low. âWe should head backâyou okay?â she nodded, mimicking his quick kiss before detangling herself from him and stepping aside, reaching for the door. âWait, Mila,â he caught her hand as she unlocked the door, her gaze a little perplexed when she turned back around. âIs my hair alright?â
Camila laughed, a light roll of her eyes as she reached for the cap left on the countertop, putting it back on his head and pulling it low over his browâhe grinned in return, tipping his head back to keep his gaze on her.
âBetter,â she nodded, wrinkling her nose before opening the door.
He pulled her under his arm once they were into the corridor, fixing his cap as she wrapped one of her arms around him again, bumping her hip with his while they stepped forwardâand stopped at the stairs creaking, Santiâs head popping up with a deep frown that vanished as soon as he saw them.
âAh, there you areâAlbaâs been asking for you,â the other man said, looking at Camila, then made a face, somewhere between a pout and a grimace, muttering, âfor some reason. Also, is it me or has Nicky gotten worse?â this he asked Frankie, his expression turning into a full scowl. His gaze then darted from one to the other, still tangled together, and surely somewhat guilty-lookingâCamilaâs face was still reddened, Frankieâs shirt slightly wrinkled, their hair just about messed up. Santi groaned, full on rolling his eyes. âSeriously? Gross.â
Camila laughed, loud and amused, leaving a rapid kiss to Frankieâs shoulder before sliding from under his arm, keeping her own open as she advanced towards Santi.
âCome here,â she said at his mock disdain, reaching for him. âCome on, Garciaâgive me a kiss.â
âNo, I donât know where that mouth has been,â he argued, trying to step away and back down the stairs. Camila all but leaped for him, laughing again and throwing her arms around himâhe quickly got his arms around her, too, keeping them both upright with a huff of protest as she smacked a kiss against his cheek. âFish, will you keep your girlfriend in check?â
Frankie just watched them, the quick, purposefully sloppy kisses she peppered across his face from the upper step, his twisted expression as he tried to pull away but couldnât make a moveâthey both knew it was an over-dramatization on Popeâs part, that heâd been basking in the affection Camila reserved for them all.
With one last kiss to Santiâs foreheadâloud and possibly even sloppier, making him groan in protestâshe skipped away with a laugh and a gentle pinch to his arm, one last glance in Frankieâs direction from above her shoulder with a wide grin across her reddened cheeks before walking down the stairs.
âWhat, no not my girlfriend?â Santi muttered, running a hand across his face before looking back up at Frankieâhis gaze somewhat lost towards where Camila had gone.
âNo, not this time, actually,â he said, clearing his throat.
âOh, thank God,â Santi exclaimed, lifting his hands. âSeriously, fucking finally!â
Frankie had gotten used to sleeping as close to Camila as he could getâwhether she was curled up in his arms, her back pressed against his front, or her body draped across his, it was rare for them to roll on opposite sides of the bed.
Mostly because she still hogged most of the covers, and Frankie would wake up in the middle of the night with half of himself exposed to the room, and she would then complain his hands were cold when he sought out her warmth.
He didnât mind it one bitâeach excuse he could find to feel her skin under his hands, to wake up and know she was still there, would be enough to make him withstand anything.
And he always woke up first, taking a few moments before her alarm would go off to look at her sleeping, relaxed face, hair braided back and away, eyelids trembling as she seemed to be following her dreams, lips slightly parted to let out soft huffs of airâhe would pepper her skin in quick, delicate kisses as soon as she turned off the alarm, tightening his arms around her.
But the alarm didnât sound that morning, and when he glanced over her shoulder to where the clock was he sat up so quickly the whole room spun, dragging the covers with him before turning towards the already curling up woman, her face twisting in a still-asleep frown.
âMila, we overslept,â he called, gently shaking her by the shoulder. She groaned softly, burying her face into the pillow. âMila,â he tried again, and she turned in his direction.
âYou overslept,â she protested, bringing a hand up to rub her eyes. âI have the day off,â she added in a mumble, head heavy on the pillow and exposing the sleep lines on her opposite side of the face. âDid you not set an alarm again?â
âIâm sorry,â he muttered, leaning in to press his lips to hers as he brought the covers back up over her while simultaneously sliding off the bed. âI didn'tâyou know I usually rely on you.â
âAnd that is twice youâve made that mistake,â she mumbled, her eyelids drooping again, ever so slowly. Frankie scoffed, quick steps around the room as he searched blindly for some clothes. âIâll take Alba to daycare, itâs alright.â
âAre you sure? You can go back to sleep,â he was still rummaging through the closet as he spoke, and suddenly the light was on and he could see the shirts hanging in front of him.
âIâm up already,â Camila groaned softly, and turning around he saw her sitting up, rubbing at her eyes again as she suppressed a yawn. Frankieâs expression softened as she kicked her legs off the bed, lingering there a moment with her head tilted forward slightly. âGo finish getting ready, Iâll make us some coffee.â
Frankie grabbed a shirt before turning around, padding across the room to reach herâhe tipped her head back gently, hooking one finger underneath her chin before kissing her. Camila hummed softly, her eyelids fluttering open and shut and open again when he pulled back, thumb brushing along her jaw.
âSee? I knew itâd be convenient for you to move in,â she snorted at his grinning remark, pushing him back with both her hands on his chest before getting up the bed, stretching as Frankie kissed her again, lips just at the corner of her mouth.
He passed by the living room once he was dressed, Alba sitting on the couch with her morning cartoons playing, hair still ruffled by the nightâher breakfast was waiting on the coffee table, along with Camilaâs empty mug.
âMorning, nena,â he murmured, placing a kiss to the top of her head. The child moved her legs, bouncing her feet and smiling and looking up at her dad. âAre you waiting for Mila?â
âMa!â voice laced with sleep, Alba nodded, eyes squinting as she smiled. Frankie chuckled, ruffling her hair before heading towards the kitchen, leaving her to the images on the screen.
It was a new development, maâan imitation of Frankie, of possibly the other children at daycare. The beginning of a word that signified much more for them both. The three of them, actually. Frankieâs doubts had dwindled with one single word, and he had started to tell her truly what went through his mind (almost everything).
âIâm sorry I woke you up,â he murmured as he walked up to her at the sink, one hand falling to her hip as he reached for the travel mug she was already offering him with the other. She smiled in the reflection of the mirror, taking the moka pot from the turned off stove. âIâll set an alarm next time, I promise.â
âHeard that one before,â she chuckled, bumping her shoulder into his front as she gently leaned back into his half-hazarded embrace. âGo on now, before youâre late.â
âThank you,â he kissed the curve of her neckâa peck, really, quick and non-committal. âI love you,â he added then, stepping back.
Camilaâs head straightened abruptly, the sleep seemingly still clinging to her leaving her all of a sudden, and in the reflection he saw her eyes widen ever so slightly.
He told her almost everything.
Until that moment. He wasnât sure heâd fully woken up just yet.
âAlright, bye,â he said just as quickly, a little louder, walking away before she could even begin turning around. Alba babbled for him from the couch and he went on, holding his breath through the corridor and entrance, down the steps and across the front yard until he reached the car.
Only then did he exhale, heavy and almost too loud as he leaned his head forward towards the steering wheel, almost hitting his forehead to the honk in the process, a soft groan abandoning him. I love you. Alright, bye.
âFor fuckâs sakeââ he muttered, bumping his head against the wheel again. âAlright, bye?â he grimaced. He jumped in his seat at the quick knocking against the window, pulling his head straight quickly and turning around, gripping the mug tighter to not topple it. âWhatââ
Camila stood next to the car, hair wild around her now that it was unbraided as she gestured at him to lower the window, bouncing ever so slightly on the spot. With a slight frown he did as she asked, and before he could form the question she was leaning into the car, grabbing him by the collar of the shirt to pull him closer and kiss him.
Frankieâs body relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut as he shifted in the seat and brought his free hand to her shoulderâhe could feel her lean closer and closer, her torso sticking inside the car as she used his shirt as leverage and kissed him, kissed him, kissed him.
âI love you too,â she gasped, pulling back. Though his gaze was unfocused and he felt slightly breathless, dizzy, he managed to make out the shape of her body draped over the car door, legs dangling and the shirt of her pajama riding slightly across her back. âI thought you heard me alreadyâa while ago.â
âWhat while ago?â he muttered, still a little dazed. He would think about her smile for the rest of the day, distracted out of his mind.
âI was talking with Alba, she couldnât sleep,â the tip of her thumb brushed the side of his neck, right where his pulse was stuttering rapidly. âTelling her how much you love herâand I love her, and you,â she murmured, still leaning close, the tip of her nose almost brushing his.
âWell you didnât tell me,â he could feel the pout on his mouth that seemed to only pull her smile wider. âI just thoughtââ she kissed him quickly this time, pulling back before he could register it, return it.
âAlways a bad idea, honey,â she quipped, her eyes shimmering ever so slightly. âI told you, Frankieâyou can tell me anything. Everything.â
âI know,â he sighed with mock defeat, leaning towards her until he was the one resting against the car door and she could touch the ground again, his head sticking out of the window. âEverything?â he asked then, looking up at her once she straightened.
âYes,â she let her hand shift so it was cupping his jaw, thumb pushing gently into his cheek.
âYou keep stealing the covers,â he whispered it, like it was a secret, and after the moment of initial shock Camila laughed. As she laughed, he turned his head to kiss her wrist, the heel of her hand, her palm, words murmured against the soft skin thereâ âI love you.â
âI love you, too,â she repeatedâsheâd repeat it over and over from then on, whispered close to his ear or shouted from across the house when either one or the other left for the day, mumbled before falling asleep and just awoke. Itâd always have the same effect on Frankie. âBut Iâm cold, so Iâm not giving up the covers.â
âI know youâre not,â he chuckled, taking her hand in his to turn it around and kiss her knuckles, too. âIâll just have to stick close, then.â
She hummed in assent, squeezing his hand in hers before leaning one last time, the kiss too brief for both their tastesâif it were up to them, thatâd be where theyâd spend the whole day, just as close to each other as they could get.
âIâll see you later,â she said instead.
Frankie remained in the driveway a moment longer, watching as she ran back insideâstill barefoot, a light skip in her step, and one last look over her shoulder towards him.
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Rock Bottom - Group Activity
Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tomâs death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world heâs afraid he canât get out of.
Tilly wants to show Frankie one of the videos he collected from Gavin.
Pairing: Frankie âCatfishâ Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 2382 Chapter: 23/?
Warnings: Dubious consent, group sex, gangbang, anal sex, mentions of past drug use, double anal penetration
Note: This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
Part 22 / Part 1 / Masterpost
As the weeks turned into months, Frankieâs new reality slowly took shape. Having finished his notice at Malcolmâs repair shop, Frankie was now working full time for Tilly. While that mostly meant days spent in the garage tending to the classic cars or services some of Tillyâs regular vehicles, Frankie was now providing his other service more regularly as well.
Almost every weekend was spent at Tillyâs now. Usually just the Saturday, where Tilly would fuck him for a while before they both got on with the rest of their weekend. However, there was the odd time Tilly wanted him Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Those were usually for the more intense sessions, where Tilly would spend hours opening Frankieâs ass up to take a massive dildo or a fist. Thankfully, whenever one of those weekends was on the horizon, Tilly gave Frankie plenty of notice.
Things with Tyler were going well, and Frankie looked forward to precious moments with his young boyfriend. On the weekends he wasnât with Tilly, Frankie would go to Tylerâs where they would spend every hour wrapped up together. Sometimes Frankie would help Tyler set up for a shoot, but more often than not theyâd spend their time with one of them balls deep in the other. Sex with Tyler was always fun, filled with laughter and kisses; the complete opposite of sex with Tilly.
Then there was rehab, which Frankie was due to start soon. The program Will had found for him had sent him a pack through, detailing when and where he would be expected to attend each week. Finally, things with Benny seemed normal again. They had hung out a couple of times, with Will there, but Benny hadnât brought up anything that Frankie had told him. Frankie was honestly grateful for that. As far as he was concerned, Benny already knew too much about his shameful bullshit. But, all in all, life looked pretty stable; from the outside.
Internally, Frankie was as anxious as ever. He knew, logically, Tilly was not a good person. Although heâd never seen any evidence of that himself, with Tilly treating him with care and affection, Frankie knew that this was not a man to cross. But for now, Frankie had to play the game. He had to open his legs on command and deal with it. At least until he could put together a plan.
After tidying his tools away, Frankie made his way into the main house at Tillyâs estate. His stomach growled quietly, eager for his lunch, as Frankie ducked into the downstairs bathroom to wash the oil and grime from his hands. He had kept meaning to ask Tilly if he could get a sink put in the garage, but so far the request had slipped his mind.Â
Drying his hands, Frankie opened the bathroom door and was about to return to the garage when he heard someone in the kitchen. Pausing for a moment to listen, Frankie strained to hear who was speaking. Tilly was meant to be at his office until five, but the more Frankie heard, the more he was sure it was Tilly.
As the voice got louder, Frankie wasnât sure whether to stay and listen or leave as it became obvious that it was Tilly and that he was talking about Frankie.
â...youâd love him. Fantastic ass. Yeah? I mean, I can only ask.â Tilly gave a hearty laugh. âI donât own the guy. Look, Iâll ask then if itâs a go Iâll set everything up. Ok, yeah. Ok. I gotta go. Talk to you later, Ian.â
Frankie could hear Tilly coming out of the kitchen and quickly dipped back into the bathroom. He could hear Tillyâs footstep pass the bathroom and the door to Tilly home office open. After a few seconds, Frankie didnât hear the door close, so taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped out.
âFrankie?â Tilly called out immediately. His cheerful voice ringing out from the other room, the sound of it making Frankieâs cock react instantly.
âHey.â Frankie ducked into the office to find Tilly stood by the window looking out onto the back garden. âI didnât know you were home.â
âYeah.â Tilly smiled, shrugging as he closed the gap between them. âWasnât in the mood to stay cooped up in the office. Besides, I wanted to see you, although I was going to wait until youâd finished today.â
âOh? Whatâs up?â Frankie could feel his cock hardening and his face started to heat up. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved the effect Tilly had on his dick.
âI wanted to give you an update on the videos young Gavin took of you.â Tilly reached out, stroking along Frankieâs jaw as he spoke, his eyes drifting down his body. âIâve had him tracking them all down. Heâs been giving them to me, and yesterday he assured me that heâs found them all.â
âHow many were there?â Frankie murmured as Tillyâs hand crept down his torso.
âA lot.â Tilly grinned as he cupped Frankie through his jeans, his thumb running along the length of his erection. âMost were of you and him, pretty run-of-the-mill stuff. You know, lots of oral, anal, and many, many close-ups of Gavinâs own cock. But there were a few of you with others. Would you like to see some of them?â
Frankieâs eyes snapped to Tillyâs as his heart jumped into his throat. âYou have them here?â
âOf course Frankie.â Tilly locked eyes with him as he started to unfasten Frankieâs jeans. âI have to keep them safe. Canât have them floating around out there for just anyone to watch. Why donât you take your clothes off while I pick out something for us to watch?â
Frankieâs hands moved on their own, pulling off his clothes as Tilly keyed in the code to his safe and pulled out an external hard drive. Tilly went and sat at his desk, connecting the drive to his computer as Frankie removed the last of his clothes. His cock was achingly hard, longing to be touched, but Frankie waited patiently until Tilly was ready.
âThere.â Tilly smiled, pulling open his own trousers to expose his twitching girthy dick. âAlmost ready, bend over for me, Frankie.â
Frankie moved closer, leaning over the desk and spreading his legs as wide as he could. He could hear Tilly opening and closing a drawer. Frankie knew what was in that drawer, this wasnt the first time heâd been bent over this desk. Sure enough, the familiar sound of the click of cap could be heard before Tillyâs lubricated fingers entered him slowly.
Frankie let out a soft gasp as what felt like two of Tilly thick fingers plunged into his ass and began pumping. Frankie didnât need to be prepped too much, but he knew Tilly loved to watch anything in his ass. Dildos, plugs, fingers were all regularly inserted into him, along with a few unusual things from time to time. A beer bottle, a candle and a cucumber had also been used on him over some of the more intensive weekends at Tillyâs.
After fingering Frankie for a few minutes, Tilly tapped him on the ass cheek. That was Frankieâs signal to move, to come and sit on his cock. Swinging his leg over Tillyâs knees, Frankie positioned himself, allowing Tilly to ready his dick before guiding Frankie down onto it. Inch by inch, Tilly filled him until Frankie was fully seated on Tilly and his back flush against Tillyâs chest.Â
âAre you ready?â Tilly reached forward towards his keyboard, shifting inside Frankie as he did, pulling a moan from both of them. âI picked one of my favorites.â
âReady.â Frankie growled, his eyes moving to the monitor in front of them.
The video began as soon as Tilly pressed enter, filling the screen with what looked like a frat party. Groups of half naked young men were laughing and drinking while sucking each other off as the camera wandered through the party. Two large jocks were spit roasting a skinny blond guy on the dirty carpet, making the cameraman laugh, and Frankie recognized the voice: Gavin.
As Gavin continued on, the camera started to focus on a larger group in the kitchen, stood in a circle around a figure on the floor. Frankieâs heart started to pound in his ears, and his cock throbbed as he realized who he was looking at. As Tilly bucked up gently, urging Frankie to move, Frankie watched as his own naked form came into view on the screen. Past Frankie was on all fours getting fucked by a sweat covered frat boy, surrounded by about eight or nine others all in various states of undress masturbating furiously over him.
From of the look of him Past Frankie had already been fucked several times that night. Come spattered his face and body as he gasped, moaned and laughed. The guy fucking him finished, pulling out and Gavin zoomed the camera in on Past Frankieâs gaping ass. The crowd cheered as Past Frankie pushed a thick load of come out of his ruined asshole, laughing as it dripped onto his balls before pooling on the floor.
âLook at you.â Tilly whispered in his ear, reaching up to play with Frankieâs nipples. âYou know how many Iâve watched this? You look fucking amazing and weâre not even at the best part.â
Frankie rolled his hips, relishing the growing heat inside him as he watched frat boy after frat boy fuck him in the video. The sound of skin against skin almost drowned out the sounds of moaning on the screen as Frankie rode Tilly. His cock bounced, gently tapping his stomach as Frankie let Tilly split him open while Past Frankie was spit roasted on the grimy frat house tiles.Â
The screen went black for a moment before flickering back to life, this time in a bedroom. Frankie felt Tillyâs breathing start to pick up as his hands went to Frankieâs hips. This must be his favorite part, but all Frankie could see right now was Gavin switching the camera between his own face and a very young looking student blowing him.Â
Tilly was thrusting up into Frankie now, his fingers gripping his hips as Frankie tried to focus through the intoxicating feeling spreading through his body. He wanted to watch the rest of the video, he needed to see what he used to do. He had no memory of this night, but it looked like he enjoyed himself, judging by the grinning and laughing.
Tilly was getting close to finishing and Frankie knew it, as he frantically fucked up into Frankie. Keeping his eyes glued to the screen, Frankie couldnât stop himself from letting out a gasp as Past Frankie finally came into focus.
Gangbanged. Frankie remembered Gavin saying something about letting a bunch of frat boys gangbang him. Hearing it had been one thing but seeing it here in front of him was something else.
Past Frankie was sandwiched between two guys on his back, both their dicks stretching his wrecked asshole, with his head hanging backwards. Three more guys were taking turns fucking his throat while he held a cock in each hand. In total, seven guys were fucking Past Frankie at once, with more watching over their shoulders. His body was stained with come, with clumps in his hair and mustache. His legs were held open, displaying his hard cock bouncing with each thrust of the men as his body was used for all to see.
With a loud, strangled cry, Frankie came, shooting thick ropes over Tillyâs desk and monitor. His vision swam for a moment as the shockwaves overtook him, before Frankie slumped back, leaning against Tilly as he tried to catch his breath. Behind him, he heard Tilly let out a low, throaty groan and could feel the hot seed filling his ass.Â
For a few moments they sat there breathing heavily with nothing filling the silence except the obscene moans coming from the video still playing in the monitor. The frat boys were switching places, moving around Past Frankie, shifting him as they needed, before filling him with their cocks.
âIâm so glad you enjoyed watching it as much as me.â Tilly purred into his ear, leaning forward to hit pause. The still close up of Past Frankieâs hole stuffed with two cocks filled the wide monitor. âI love this one. Love watching take all that dick.â
âFuck.â Frankie panted out, slowly standing up, feeling Tillyâs shaft leaving his ass. âI donât remember any of that. ButâŠâ He trailed off as he rounded the desk, looking out towards the window.
âBut you found it a turn on?â Tilly stood up, not bothering to tuck himself away. âWould you want to do something like that again? When youâre sober, so you can remember?â
âI donât know.â Frankie murmured, looking out over the garden. He could feel Tilly come up behind him and push a finger into Frankieâs come filled ass. Arching his back, Frankie let out a soft moan. His cock was hanging limply, but he knew that wouldnât stop Tilly and his libido.Â
âI have some friends. Iâve told them a little about you, nothing that could identify you, of course.â Tilly pushed in a second finger, pushing some of the come inside Frankieâs hole out. âWe could have a little party. Itâd be a better fuck than drunk frat boys.â
âI meanâŠâ Frankie couldnât stop himself from leaning forward, giving Tilly better access, resting his arms and forehead against the cool glass of the window. âIt was⊠hot⊠sexy⊠I looked like I was having fun.â
âYou were.â Tilly cooed, and Frankie could feel a third finger being pumped into him, pushing more come out to run down his leg. âIâve watched everything Gavin has given me. You always look like youâre having the time of your life. It would be me and four friends. Nothing would be recorded.â
âIâll⊠Iâll think about it.â Frankie stammered as Tilly removed his sticky fingers.Â
âThatâs all I ask.â Tilly grabbed Frankie hip, turning Frankie to face him. âNow, come on upstairs. Iâm ready for something a little more substantial.â
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It Was Just A Dream Chapter Three
Summary: Going back to work was easy, hearing that Alex has a date is not. Frankie spirals at the news, and what happens next could change the friendship. Words: 7,591 Rating: 18+ Adult Themes Warnings/Triggers: Addiction, Falling for Your Brothers Friend, Language, OFC is somewhat described as someone with longer hair, but no race/eye color/body type  A/N: I donât know much about addiction, just the things that I googled and seen portrayed on TV. This is completely an AU. I had the beginning of this story pop in my head randomly and thought it sounded fun to explore. Sure we all love Frankie was that sweet puppy dogâŠbut what if he had his own inner demons he had to battle with. The âcoke chargeâ was mentioned in TF and I kinda wanted to explore that side of him.Â
Thank you to @theewokingdead for the beta
**This is written as a first person, and it's my first time writing in first person, so please be gentle with me. I also include Frankie's POV which will be Bold
Frankie Morales, 25, a talented pilot, Army Vet and now sticker enthusiast. I donât think I have ever spent so much time in the sticker aisle. Weâve been here for at least an hour and I am sure the pile of stickers in the basket are already at fifty bucks. But I canât help it, heâs excited, heâs smiling and I see the old Frankie. The Frankie before he got hurt.Â
âLexâŠLexi they have vampire teeth!â he races over to me dropping the stickers into the cart joining the helicopters, military helicopters, cats, cat paws and of course who could forget catfish. And because that wasnât enough he added tropical fish to the pile as well.Â
âIâve created a monsterâ I sigh to myself. I start to think this crazy thrown together idea might actually work. Iâve never been in his shoes. I donât know what he deals with, what he has dealt with. But I do know a reward system works. It works for the kids who come into the doctor's office. Get the shot, get a sticker or a sucker depending on the doctor.Â
Frankie walks back towards me with one more package of stickers, fire trucks. I look at him and he just shrugs, the other stickers made sense. They all fit him; cat, fish, helicopters, âwhat?â He shrugs âwhen I was a kid, I thought about being a firefighterâ
âYouâve always wanted to help people?â I askÂ
He pulls the brim of his worn out baseball cap and drapes his arm over my shoulder, a small nod. Over the years I have been able to learn his mannerisms and his âI donât want to talk about itâ look. This was that look. Hat pulled down, eyes on his feet, biting his bottom lip.Â
âThink we have enough?â I ask quickly changing the subject
âMaybeâ his voice still softÂ
15 packages of stickers and $50 dollars later, I hope this plan works. I know he is going to have to eventually go to classes, especially when that voice gets loud. But itâs day four and I still have some hope. We stop for some takeout. Pizza, it was quick, easy and who doesnât love a good slice of pizza.Â
I lean back on the couch, Frankie finishing his slice and pushes his plate away. He picked the movie tonightâŠhis choice of movie completely shocked me. The final scenes of âBridesmaidsâ starts to play, as the two characters start to sing âHold Onâ. Frankie leaning against the arm rest. His hand tapping against his leg as he hums along. I canât help the smile on my face as I watch him. He slowly starts to sing the words. Quiet at first until that first chorus hits. Â
ââŠthings will go your way, if you hold one for one more dayâŠâ he sings along, eyes closed fully in the moment.Â
I will be fully honest with you. When I told Frankie he could pick the movie tonight. I was expecting Top Gun, Saving Private Ryan, maybe even Green Mile. I never would have guessed that he liked the RomCom genre. I turn to face him, he has my attention as he continues to sing. Itâs only when I giggle that he opens his eyes and looks at me.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âNothing,â I smile. It was cute, he was relaxed, he for another brief moment was the old Frankie. I want to keep him like this âuhm so you know I start work tomorrowâÂ
âI knowâ he sighs. He sounded disappointedÂ
âCan I have your phone?â I askÂ
Without hesitation he reaches into his pocket and hands it over to me. I touch the screen and it lights up with what else but a helicopter as his photo. I touch the screen again and enter in the passcode âitâs your birthdayâ I hear him say.Â
âI knowâ I look up and smile at him.Â
I asked him once, why it was my birthday. Instead of his girlfriends, or hisâŠor literally any other four digits he could have picked. I donât want to forget your day, he said. He rubs the back of his neck, a tell that he doesnât know what to say next.Â
Sheâs right, itâs been her birthday since the day I met her. She was one of the few who listened when I talked. Cared how I was feeling, she was the only one to send me care packages and letters when I was away. My own girlfriend never sent me a care package.Â
I watch, she has her tongue peeking out of her slightly parted lips. She was concentrating, she looked beautiful, but she always did. I donât know why I handed my phone over so willingly. But the truth is, I would do anything she asked me to. Iâd take a bullet for her with no hesitation.Â
âAh-ha, there it isâ she says and I canât keep his eyes off her.Â
âWhat are you doing?â I finally asks
I watch as her finger slides up the screen, âdeleting your friend Georgeâ she responds matter of factly. âFrankie, I trust you. I do. But you're going to be alone. I justâŠI donât want you to feel like you need to contact himâÂ
She was right, smart even. It had been a few weeks since I had talked to âGeorgeâ. But I didnât think she knew how easy it would be for me to get something if I needed it. George wasnât his only source. I didnât want to use, I wanted to be better. But the struggle of staying clean was getting harder as the drugs left my system every day.Â
âAnd Iâm adding my work number incase you canât get me on my cellâ she clicks the button on the side of the phone and hands it back over. âI also thinkâŠit might be good to find a class or two to go to while Iâm at workâÂ
âYou donât want me to be aloneâ I groan. The mere thought of having to go around in a âshare your feelingâ circle had me panicking. I watch as Steveâs name flashes across the screen asking if he has been ok. Itâs been well over a month since I had texted him for a supply. And no, despite my best efforts he wasnât okÂ
âYou know you could always call Nicoleâ I donât know why I said that, I really donât want him to call her, âsheâs a nurse at a rehab facility. She would know what to doâ she would and thatâs what I hate the most. She would know how to help him in more ways than oneÂ
âLex, you know you can have meaningless sex with someone. You donât have to like the personâŠâÂ
I pretend to be shocked by his statement. My number was a lot smaller than Frankieâs. Ok he probably had double maybe triple the partners than me. I know you donât have to be in love with the person, I know you donât even need to know their name. But call me old school, I like to have it mean something.Â
âYeah, I know that, but thanks for reminding meâ the words sound a lot harsher than I intended. âLook, Iâm just saying you're going to be on your own, and Iâm proud of how far youâve come. But I donât know what Iâm doing and I donât want to worry.âÂ
I remember the day I found him slouched at the picnic table. If I would have been a few more minutes we might not be sitting here right now. I really donât want to think what would happen if I donât get to him in time and he ODâs while I'm at work.Â
I keep checking my phone to see the time. My body is at work, and I am going through the motions, checking patients in. Answering phones. But my mind, my mind is at home with Frankie. I wonder what he is doing. Has he had lunch, did he take a shower, did he change? Did he do a line of coke, did he call Nicole?Â
I reach for my phone when the bell on the door chimes. My head still down when Laura elbows me in the rubs and I look up seeing a drop dead gorgeous man walk in the door. Short brown hair, styled in that way where it looks he ran his hands through it after a shower and called it good. It looked so soft. Sun-kissed skin, a Romanesque nose. Wearing a suit that fits his shoulders and muscles just right. He had a profile that romance novel authors write about.
âThatâs the new sales rep I mentionedâ Laura whispers as he walks closer to our receptionist desk
âGood afternoon ladiesâ he says with a smile that you just know gets him exactly what he wants every time. His voice is like butter, and damn can someone be attracted to a voice?
I smile at him, glancing at Laura who looks like she is about to pass outÂ
âHiâ she says, batting her eyelashes at him, âwhat did you bring us today?âÂ
âJust some new test gowns for patients. They are easier to tie when aloneâ he smiled again and I swear there is a twinkle in his eyeÂ
âOh hi, Iâm Dave. I donât think weâve met beforeâ he looks at me and I am pretty sure my heart stops with the way heâs looking at meÂ
âAlâŠAlâ why canât I remember my nameÂ
âAlexâ Laura coughs
âHiâŠhello, yeah Iâm Alex. Alexandraâ I return his smile and shake his outstretched hand. My heart beats faster as our hands touch and my face feels hotÂ
His hands are soft, gentle but strong. I donât know why but I donât want to let go of his hand. After what I am sure is an extremely awkward amount of time he is pulling his hand away. I could be imagining it, but his eyes stay locked on mine. âIt was really nice meeting you Alexandra. You ladies have a good afternoon and Iâll see you next weekâÂ
I donât say anything, I just sit there and nod like. Weirdo while Laura waves bye to Dave as he heads out the door.Â
âWho the fuck was that?â I ask once my brain starts to function againÂ
âDaveâs our new sales rep and weâre in loveâ she smiles âhe just doesnât know that yetâ she twirls her long blonde hair around her finger.Â
Laying on the couch, my hands under my head. Iâm counting the little black specks I find on the ceiling.Â
3,452
Did the day always go by this slow? It feels like itâs been 12 hoursâŠI look at the clock. Itâs been three. It wasnât even time for lunch yet. I was beyond bored, if I was in rehab I would be looking for excuses to not go to the round table therapy. Finding new ways to avoid talking, waiting for Nicole to co-I closes my eyes.Â
After a few moments I sit up and make my way to his room, still sitting on his desk untouched was the stack of pamphlets that cop gave me. I pick one up and start to look at it. âLet us guide youâ. I roll his eyes seeing a picture of a business type man, standing with his hands in his pockets in the front of a podium.Â
âNopeâ I pop the âpâ not even bothering to open it and drop it in the trash
The next one, a few men and women in military fatigues. In big bold letters, âFIND YOUR HIGHER POWERâ a class for veterans run by veterans. I rub his face, the VA rehab didnât work and this for sure wasnât gonna help. âNo, thank youâ I toss it in the trash with the other one.Â
It felt like an hour had passed, I knew she should be home soon. I looks at the clock on the night stand, it was 20 minutes. There was a small part of me that wanted a hit. Sheâs at work, sheâll never know. My hands twitch, I pick up his phone, my fingers hovering over Steveâs nameâŠ
I know I shouldnât, Iâve been trying to stay clean. I wants to stay clean, but every fiber in my being wants a little fun. A notification appears, a new text message and my heart stops for a brief moment.
I was ready for the day to be over, I wanted to go home. I wanted to check on Frankie, make sure he was doing ok. But, I still had hours to go, calling him every hour felt like I was babying him and I didnât want that, but I was also worried that being alone the temptation was going to be too much. I deleted George, but I knew he had others, I knew if he wanted it bad enough heâd find a way.Â
     Me: Hey, Howâs it going?
     Fishie đ: Have hours always ticked by this slowly?
     Me: Valid question, I donât know. But it feels like I have been here for a week, and I still have two hours left.Â
     Fishie đ: It feels like you have been gone for a year.             I need paint.
Crap, why in the hell does he need paint? What did he do?
     Me: Why? Franklin, what did you do?
     Fishie đ: I fixed the hole in the wall
     Me: Thanks, you didnât have to do that. Â
     Fishie đ: Well I am the reason there was a hole, I needed to fix it
I canât help but smile, my heart melts a little at his words. I remember that night, it was the first time I think I was scared of him, what he could do. The anger in his eyes, the way his nostrils flared. Heâs never hurt me, heâs never laid a hand on me, except for our awkward hugs. But I have never seen that look, the look of rage, horror and pain. I can honestly save itâs a look I hope to never see again. I responded telling him I will stop on my way home and I would grab some dinner for us.Â
With paint in one hand, and a bag of food in the other I walk in the door, shouting a little âhoney, Iâm homeâ kicking the door closed behind me and making my way to the kitchen to set the bag of food. He didnât respond. I donât know what I was expecting, Frankie running out and wrapping me in a hug. Frankie squealing with excitement, I donât know. Really I was expecting anything to let me know that he heard me. I set the food on the table and go in search of Frankie. Â
His bedroom light is on, I move closer but I donât hear anything. I turn to the open door and find him lying on the bed. Not sure if he is asleep, I tap on the door gently before I step in. I know it's my house and all, but he still deserves respect for his privacy and me not just walking into his room. I thought I was being quiet but his head instantly lifts up to see me walking into his room before lying down again.Â
âDo you know how many little black specks there are in this room?â he asks his voice flat
âWhat?â I look up to the ceiling, honestly I didnât even know there was black speck in the paint. I never changed the ceiling paint color when I moved in. It was white and I just kinda left it
âThere are 2,873âŠâ he says sitting up, âand there are 3,452 in the living roomâÂ
âHmmmâ I comment still looking up, what do you know if you look close enough there are little black specks
âThere are 643 in the bathroomâ he moves closer, wrapping my entire body into a bear hug, âI was really fucking bored without youâÂ
I donât know if I should smile or be seriously concerned about this. I wrap my free arm around his waist returning his hug. He took a shower today, and he smells amazing. He smells like Christmas. Cinnamon, fennel and pine. Thereâs also something so uniquely Frankie that I canât put my exact finger on it. He has clean clothes too I notice, and while the counting of the little black specks has me worried. I am proud of him for taking small steps without me telling him to shower.
âI got a surprise for youâ I grin and pull back from the hug
âMore stickers?â
âWhy donât you go to the kitchen and find outâÂ
I watch as he all but runs to the kitchen, I stay by his bedroom and he cheers when he sees the bag of Thai food on the table. âTHANK YOUâ I hear him yell. The feelings I get are indescribable, it feels like he has been living here with me for years. As each day passes I think I am falling in love with him. I canât fall in love with him, my brothers will kill me if I did.Â
âI found a NA meeting placeâŠclass?â he says putting more food on his plate
âThatâs greatâÂ
âItâs a few nights a week. The paper said I can go once a week or to all of themâÂ
Maybe having something planned in my schedule would make the day go faster. Knowing I had something to do might help my mind not think about it. I was so close to texting Steve for a few rocks. Just a fewâŠenough to get by until Benny was home again. Hell I was close to texting Nicole just to have something, or someone to do. Iâve been living with Alex for a little over a month, and while things were good I wanted to go home. Benny would give him my space, I could get fucked up and Benny would never notice. That, and I was falling for Alex. I canât fall for her, she was off limits.
âI think thatâs greatâ she smiles at him. Sheâs proud of me, the smile on her face says it all, âmaybe you can find ways to help fight the urge. Find out how I can help youâ I nod âcuz I have no fucking clue what I am doingâ
The next day wasnât any better.
Lunch had rolled around and Laura had left me alone at the desk. It was a slow day, so the workload was pretty easy. I finish up a phone call when the little bell on the door chimes letting me know someone had walked in. I love up and see Dave walking towards me, damn was he hot. I smile at him and put the phone down.
I notice he doesnât have anything in his hands this time, like he did yesterday. Maybe Laura and him were really a thing.Â
âHey Dave, Laura is at lunch if you wanna come backâÂ
âI actually came to see youâ his lips curve up, and there was that damn gleam in his eyes again
âOh?â Was the best response I could think of at the time
âSo, I know we just met and this sounds kinda crazy butâŠâ he starts
âHereâs your number so call you maybeâ the fuck was that Alex I think
He laughs, ok maybe that response wasnât as bad as I thought. Why did I become so socially awkward when a handsome man was standing in front of me and I think he was flirting.Â
âSomething like that, I was wondering if you might like to join me for dinner on Friday?â he asksÂ
Wait, is he serious? Did he just ask me out? Is this really happening? I think my brain stopped working for a few moments, then I heard his voice again âAlex?â
âYESâ I say a little to loudly, he chuckles âyes, Dave that would be greatâ
We exchanged numbers, he said heâd pick me up on Friday around 8 for dinner.Â
I stood by the front door, adjusting my hair one last time before Dave was to arrive. Frankie watched me like a hawk from the couch. Ever since I told him about my date, he had been weird. Not wanting me to leave his side when we were home. I didnât know what was going on, he was being clingy and we werenât even dating.Â
âWhere are you going?â He asks
âI have a date, I told youâ I sighÂ
âAnd your wearing that?âÂ
She was in a little black dress. The hem stopped mid thigh, it hugged every single one of her curves perfectly. The deep v-neck not leaving much to the imagination. The small strings holding it together in a complicated, twisting pattern down her back. There was no way I was going to let her be going out of the house like this. I didnât know Dave, but I didnât need to know exactly where his thoughts were going to be seeing her dressed like this. Her hair was effortlessly curly tonight, flowing like a wave down her shoulders. She looked like an angel in every sense of the word. Her makeup was simple, enhancing her beauty and I was jealous of this guy getting to take her out.Â
âYes, is there a problem?â She slips into her black stilettos that only enhanced her long toned legs
âYeah, there isâ I was angry that she was going out with this man who was probably better than me in every way. âYou look like aâŠaâŠâ I stutter
âA what Francisco?â She hears a car pulling into her driveway and she grabs her dark green leather jacket
âFuck, you just..ughâŠyou like Iike your asking for itâ I finally says and the doorbell rings
âShit, did I really just say that?â  I wanted to be Dave, he wanted to be the one taking her out for dinner. I wanted to be the one she was wearing a dress like that for. My heart has belonged to her, but I am to much of a dumbass to do anything about it
âFuck you, Iâll be back laterâ her words laced with anger as she opens the door. âHey Dave, lets goâ her voice suddenly cheerful as she slams the door closed behind her.Â
Strike twoâŠat this rate I might as well pack up my shit and leave before she gets back. She is the one working, she is the one providing for me while I sit in my room feeling sorry for myself counting stupid little black specks of paint on the ceiling. I went to one class and hated it. I reach for my phone on the coffee table
âHello?â The voice on the other end answers
âHey, wanna get fucked up tonight?â I ask
âNever thought you asked. I got some good stuff, meet at Hangers?âÂ
âYes please. Letâs do this, I need to forgetâÂ
Talking with Dave was easy. The conversation flowed and there was never an awkward moment. Dave told me about his time working for the FBI, crime scene detective but things werenât working the way he wanted to, he felt trapped and wanted something else.
âSo now you try to convince people to buy overpriced medical supplies?â I grin Â
âI can be very convincing when I want to beâ he smiles, âI convinced you to go out with meâÂ
âFairâÂ
I should be enjoying my time with this handsome man sitting in front of me, I shouldnât be thinking about Frankie. But that is exactly what is happening. Weâve had a rough few days, ever since I told him about my date that afternoon and I hate that we got into an argument before I left. Dave had asked if I wanted to go for a short walk around the lake and with my mind only half functioning I agreed to it. His fingers slowly intertwine with mine.Â
We stop in front of a little fountain with a small stringed band. A violin, a cello, and a harp play lovely music. Dave spins me and places a hand on my waist as we sway to the music. I placed a hand on his shoulder, there was a part of me that thinks he had this entire thing planned. It was too perfect, then thereâs the hopeless romantic in me that is loving every minute of it. We continue to dance as more couples join us.Â
âI use to be in a bandâ his lips brush over my ear sending a shiver down my spin
He pulls back smiling at me, my fingertips gently playing with the short hair at the nape of my neck. He leans in closer to me and I close my eyes waiting for our lips to touch when I hear the undeniable ringtone âHighway to the danger zoneâŠâ begins to play from my back pocket. Trying to ignore the call, I pull Daveâs face closer when the song begins to play again.
âShit, Iâm sorryâ I shake my head and back away from him. I donât even look at the name on the caller ID to know itâs him. âWhat do you want now?â I answer a little annoyed
âMs. Miller?âÂ
âVery funny Franklinâ I donât hear a laugh from the other end âFrankie?âÂ
âIs this Alexâ the voice says again, itâs hard to hear over the music and crowd hum in the backgroundÂ
âYes it is, is everything ok?â sudden panic washing over me
âHi, Iâm Clint, down at Handlebars, and your friend here is very intoxicated and might be on some kind of drug. But he is trying to start fights with other patrons. I do what I can to not call the cops, but maâam he is getting out of hand, and I need you to come get himâ the voice becomes clearer
âFuck,â I pinch the bridge of my nose, âIâm not close its going to be a little bit before I can get thereâÂ
âWe have him sitting outside at the moment, but if he tries to punch someone again, I will have to have the police involvedâÂ
âCan I talk to him for a minute?â I askÂ
Why was he doing this?
A couple lines of coke, two beers and a half dozen of tequila shots later I was feeling pretty damn good. I was currently in the bathroom, with some blonde chick's lips on my dick. I knew I wasnât going to last long after all the shit Iâve taken but damn did it feel good.Â
âShitâŠâ I mutter, gathering her hair in a fist behind her head, bracing myself against the sink with the other. One more deep throat by her and I was a goner. My cock still pulsing as she lets me go. Standing up, she wipes her face before leaning in giving me a sloppy kiss.Â
âThat was funâŠâ she pats my cheek, ââŠfind me again some timeâ she flips her hair back unlocking the door she steps out leaving me alone. Pants still around his ankles, heart racing as I try to catch my breath.Â
I reach over and locks the door, grabbing a paper towel I turn on the water and clean myself up. I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes red with dark circles below them. I look like I had aged 15 years from just this morning. I should be feeling great, I finally had cocaine back in my system, I was buzzed, and I just got a free blow job from Kitty? Maybe that was her name. Frankly I didnât care, I also forgot the minute her lips touched mine. The only thing I could think about was how disappointed Alex was going to be in me. I should go home.Â
I step out of the bathroom and make the trek back to the bar next to Steve. Walking past the set of pool tables I stumble into a big burly biker. Leather vests, tattooed arms, a bandanna wrapped around his head with a long salt and pepper beard.Â
âWatch where your walkingâ the man gruntsÂ
âMake me fuckerâ I slurÂ
The large man shoves me from behind making me stumble into a table full of empty glasses. I turn around, bringing my fist back. I go to punch the man who shoved me. My hand moved slowly then my brain was working and the large biker threw his own punch hitting me on the check. A gash opens along my cheek and blood begins to flow. A bouncer steps in pulling us apart. He drags me outside, and sets me on a bench around the corner of the building.Â
Steve is nowhere to be found and now a young punk looking kid is yelling at me for disturbing the peace inside his bar. Demanding me to give him my phone before threatening to get the police involved. Begrudgingly I unlock the phone and hand it over.Â
âMs. Millerâ I hear him sayÂ
ShitâŠstrike three.Â
The man handed me my phone back, I shoved it in his pocket. And with that he was gone leaving me alone with the bouncer. I lean back, head hitting the brick wall behind me. The high I was feeling moments ago, now fading realizing that there is a 95% chance that Alex was not going to forgive me.Â
âThanks, I am so sorryâ I unbuckle my seatbelt
âAre you going to be ok?â Dave asks placing a hand on top of my thigh
I take a deep sigh, honestly I didnât know. I was having fun, it was turning out to be a good night, then Frankie called. I was angry, I was frustrated, I was upset. But I donât want to drag Dave down with me. I turn my head to face him, giving him a quick kiss to his check.Â
âYeah, Iâll be good. Thank you againâ I say opening the doorÂ
âCall me when you get homeâ I nod and close the door.Â
I walked into the bar, stopped by a burly man who I guessed was a bouncer. âCan I help you?â He asksÂ
âYeah Iâm looking for uhm Cliff? Clint maybeâŠthe owner he has my friendâ I couldnât remember the name of the man now that I was here. Hurt, anger, disappointment so many emotions and I was going to have to keep them in check when I got to Frankie. Clearly being the âfriendâ wasnât working and I was going to need a different approach.Â
âAre you Mrs. Miller?â The bouncer asksÂ
âMs. but yesâÂ
âOutside, to the right. Let him know heâs now allowed back. Gary doesnât want to press charges but your friend is trespassed from hereâÂ
âPress charges? Heâs trespassed? Fuck what did he do?â My thoughts are racing, did I really want to know. He had been in a mood since I told him about my date, and yet here I am recusing him yet again.Â
I walk back outside and look to the right, not seeing right away. I walk down to the edge of the building and turn the corner, finding him sitting on a beat up wooden bench with a large man acting like a bodyguard. He was the size of a tree, his arms were massive and Iâm fairly sure he could squish someone like a bug if he wanted to.Â
Frankie in his usual tan colored Carhartt jacket, his favorite black baseball cap pulled down low. He turns my direction when he hears my heels on the pebbles. He has a long gash on his left cheek, dried blood under it. He continues to sit there, more anger floods my veins.Â
âThere she is, thereâs my girlâÂ
I stop in front of him, my arms crossed over my body. This is where the relationship changes, I will no longer be sweet, itâs time to lay down the law and get his ass clean.Â
âGet upâ my voice is stern
He doesnât move, he continues to sit there. A small smile pulling on his lips, acting as if he isnât a complete fucking disaster. He raises his arms and makes grabby hands, beckoning me to come help him. I shake my head no.Â
âGet the fuck up Moralesâ I cross my arms, he needs to know Iâm upset and his little act isnât going to help me. I swear I hear the tree of man chuckle at the situation playing out in front of him.Â
âHelp Meâ he turns his head looking at me with this sad puppy eyes, this eyes he knows I canât say no to
âNo. You got into this, now get upâ I am trying to not break, but he knows what to do to get me to breakÂ
Groaning, he places his hands on the edge of the bench and pushes himself up. He sways where he is standing. He looks at his feet, his mind willing his feet to move. Putting his left food in front of the right and he stumbles. Before thinking I move to him. My heels make us the same height and easier for him to lean against me. Wrapping his arm over my shoulder I wrap mine around his waist. Adjust his hold on me he leans his head against mine, âI knew youâd catch meâ he slursÂ
âYouâre on thin ice Francisco, donât push itâ I groan as he leans all his weight into me
âMi Cielitoâ he says softly
âWhereâd you park?â I ask, my hand readjusting around his hip as he holds me like a cutch and we stumble in the parking lotÂ
He shrugs, âdonât rememberâ his face is towards me, I scrunch my face as he reeks of alcoholÂ
After what feels like an hour of wandering around this parking lot, his truck finally comes into view, of course Frankie would be back in the back, in the middle of nowhere. Sighing a âthank godâ, I hope he didnât hear. I stop by the passenger door, and I lean him against it, praying that he doesnât fall. Reaching into his coat pocket I pull out the keys and unlock the door. I grab him by the waist and turn his body into the truck.Â
âYou could at least by me dinner firstâ he chuckles adjusting his body in the car
âShut up Francisco, you still have the first aid kit in here?â I ask looking under the front seat before moving to the back
Before Frankie can answer I pull out a little red box, his head leaning against the headrest. I watch as he struggles to keep his eyes open. With the first aid open, I rip open the wet-nap. I take his chin and gently turn his head towards me so I can see what I am doing better. The street lamp offers minimal light. I clean the dried blood on his cheek, and expect the gash. Tossing that at Frankieâs feet, I grab a towel from the kit and as carefully as I can dap the area dry. He flinches in pain. Finally I open the antibiotic cream, and rub a line of it over the cut hoping to keep it clean for the moment.
âIt doesnât look like you need stitchesâ I tell him, âwhat the fuck happened?â
âI got punchedâ he mumbles âassholeâ
âYeah, I can see you got punched, what did you do?â I ask again
âHe shoved me, then I tried to punch him and he hit firstâ he rolls his eyes âare you mad?âÂ
Honestly, I didnât know anymore. I was angry at him. I thought we were doing well, but that just proved to me this little sticker thing was a dumb idea from the start. I was sad, I was hurt, disappointed, but with all these feelings, the word mad didnât come up anymore. I was worried about him.Â
âI donât knowâŠâ I turn his body forward, reaching behind him I grab the seat belt and lean over his body to hook it in. âI really donât know anymoreâ I sigh and close the doorÂ
The drive home was silent, he had his head against the window and I couldnât tell if he was asleep, or just trying to ignore me. He tried to tell me how unsafe driving barefoot was, but driving with those heels and this truck was more dangerous than whatever gross shit was on his floor. Â
âHow much did you drink?â I ask
âA couple beers, half dozen shots of tequilaâŠâ he pauses, âalsoâŠdid a few hits of cokeâÂ
âFrankieâŠâ I sigh
Before I can ask him, he begins to tell me he didnât mean to. He wanted to forget, he wanted to numb the pain. He didnât know what else to do, so he called a friend. They did a few lines, then went into the bar. I know I shouldnât, but I feel guilty. I feel like his slip is my fault. Maybe I shouldnât have gone on a date. Work was one thing, but me going on a date made me feel worse. I wasnât there when he needed me. Â
âAre you mad?â I ask again, but he doesnât look at her, he canât handle it.Â
I wasnât worried about her being mad. No, mad I could handle that. However, the answer she gave me, thatâs the answer that hurts the most. Disappointment, it was worse than being mad or angry. I could work with those. But, disappointment was the worst. I was now at rock bottom. I shake my head, and lean against the window. Closing my eyes and praying they wouldnât re-open.Â
I feel her hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me âhey sleepy head. Time to wake up, weâre homeâÂ
I groan and lean further into the door trying to escape her touch. My eyes stay closed âsleepy time hereâÂ
âYou arenât sleeping in your truck, letâs get inside. You think you can help me?â She asks
âOomppfâ I groans, when the door Iâm leaning against opens, the seat belt doing its job and keeping me up right in the car
Alex reaches into the truck and unhooks the seatbelt, grabbing my hands and she helps me slide out of the truck. She draps one of my arms over her shoulder, and wraps one around my waist, letting me lean against her. Our height difference isnât much, but she is supporting most of my weight.Â
âStepâŠâ she says and I lift a foot. The two of us stumble up the steps and my head is hurting. I really wish she would have just left me in the truck.Â
We stop at the door, my arm moves, readjusting my grip holding on to her. Standing at the front door holding on to me with one hand, while the other fumbles with his keys trying to find the house key. I know I shouldnât laugh but watching her struggle makes me chuckle.Â
âOh you think this is funny do you?â Sheâs frustrated and I just made it worse
I knew laughing was bad, but I couldn't help it when she was still struggling with the keys. She turned her focus to me, eyes narrow as she glares. She was cute when she was flustered. I press my lips together. Trying to hold back another laugh. It didnât work as my eyes locked on to her and I snorted and laughed more. Laugh lines forming at the corner of my eyes I knew I was breaking her down and it would be impossible for her to stay mad at me.Â
âIf I let you go, you're not gonna fall are you?â She asks, her voice something between concern and anger. I just shrug, I probably would fall but she doesnât need to know the truthÂ
Annoyed with my answer she sighs. I moved closer to her, she was warm, despite her anger and frustration with me. She was safe. She felt like home. I lean against her still struggling with the door. Finally, after a ten minute fight with the door she gets it opened. We stumble into the dark house. Thankfully getting the door locked on the inside was a much easier battle.Â
âAlright Franklin, letâs get you to bedâÂ
My hallway is definitely not big enough for two people to walk side by side especially when one of the people is drunk. I try to position myself in front of Frankie, both his arms over my shoulders as his chest rests against my back.Â
We reach his room and I move him towards his bed. I turn him and help him sit down. His hat had fallen off someone along the journey into his room. I slide off his jacket, turning to hang it in the chair. In slow motion Frankie begins to fall back âno..noâŠnoâ I grab his arm just in time keeping him up right on the bed. If he fell backwards I knew trying to undress him would be impossible. Â
âOk arms upâ I say, he follows my order and lifts his arms above his head.Â
âSo bossyâ he mumbles as I take the shirt off and toss it towards his dirty laundry pile.Â
My hands rest on his broad shoulders. The muscle definition is still very evident in his biceps. I pray he doesnât notice my eyes wander down his bare chest, briefly holding at his tattoo. Iâve never really looked at it this close.Â
His hands reach for the hem of my dress, slowly beginning to lift it higher on my thigh. âYouâre turnâ he says before I catch his wristsÂ
âYouâre drunkâ I say softly and he shrugs
âDidnât stop some peopleâÂ
Iâm sure it didnât, Frankie never had a problem getting girls, but I donât know thinking about him being with others makes me slightly jealous, I shake my head and let go of his wrists.Â
I bend down in front of him, his hands resting on my shoulders as I untie his shoes. He takes the hint and works with me to get his shoes off. I start to stand up, âwhat about my pants?â he almost falls forward giggling. Good to know he still thinks this is funny âI donât like pantsâÂ
I roll my eyes and lean forward reaching for his belt buckle. I undo it and the button to his jeans. He falls back lifting his hips just enough for me to slide them off tossing it with the shirt. âThere, are you happy?âÂ
He shuffles under the sheets, before I can go he grabs my hand âstay?â He asks. I donât even have to look at him to know the look heâs giving me. Batting his eyes, his bottom lip quivers, using his big brown eyes to his advantageÂ
âFrankie, I canâtâŠâ I sighÂ
âPlease?âÂ
I squeeze her hand, he doesnât want to be alone. âJust till I fall asleep?â I addÂ
âFine, just tell you fall asleepâ I watch as she slides off her leather jacket and sets it on the back of my chair. Turning the light off, she shuffled back to me
I slide back, giving her enough room to lay down. Iâm on my side, has my arm out. She lays down using my one arm as a pillow and I drape the other over her. She pulls the cover up. My hand resting on her hip. I lean into her resting my forehead against her temple breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. Hints of cherry and strawberry fill my senses. It smells like summer, it smells like home.Â
Her hand rubs up and down my forearm in a soothing fashion. I feel so comfortable with her here. Itâs where I want to keep her.Â
âHeâs not good enough for youâ I say softlyÂ
âWhat?â She twists her head to look at me
My eyes open to see hers staring at me, âYour date tonightâÂ
âYou donât even know himâ she sighsÂ
âNo one will be good enough for you Alexâ I grip her tighter pulling her closer to me. I lean in closer to her. I want to kiss her, I want her to know how I feel. As much as I donât think the guy she went out with today isnât good enough, I know Iâm not good enough either.Â
She sighs again, turning her head to stare at the ceiling. Her finger tips brush over my skin. My thumb strokes her hip over her black dress. A black dress I wished was on the floor.Â
I lift my head, leaning closer. I stick out my tongue and lick the side of her face. From check to temple. When her hands go still on my arm, but donât move away I smile and lay my head back down.Â
Twisting her head to look at me, I watch as she smiles back at me. My smile widens, I know my dimple appears and she shakes her head, âdid you just lick me?âÂ
âI didâŠâ I sigh and close my eyes again. Sleep just on the horizon. I hear her ask me why, âto say your mine. Like when you like something when your a kid you donât want someone else to haveâÂ
âFrankieâ she sighsÂ
âYouâre too good for himâ and by him - I really meant myself.Â
ANN: A huge shout out to @musings-of-a-rose for helping me with this and giving me confidence to post this in first person. I am still terrified of it. @theewokingdead and @heythere-mel for listening to my random ass ideas at all hours. I love each and every one of you.
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I will not let you go (Francisco 'Catfish' Morales x reader)
Words: 546
A/n: Inspired entirely By @summonthesoups sharing the Above image. thanks to @romanarose for being a sounding board for this fic.
Whenever they went on walks together Frankie always had to have his hands on her, His arm tight around her waist, his fingers intertwined with hers, his arm slung over her shoulders, as long as heâs touching her heâs satisfied. After they adopt an adorable Mutt puppy that Frankie named Mullido from their local animal shelter their walks become more frequent and Frankie loves every second of it. The leash in one hand and his arm around her waist as Mullido investigates every interesting smelling thing on the path dragging them along. Frankie swears this has probably been one of the best choices heâs made, other than his lady and his daughter of course.Â
One sunny day right after they adopted Mullido, Their Daughter spending the day with her grandparents, they had walked with their enthusiastic pup down to the beach to meet the guys, as usual his hand held on to hers tightly as they made their way across the sand. Benny is the first to notice their approach and calls out running across the beach.
âHey Guys! Woah! DOG!â He says excited with childlike wonder as he crouches down to let the puppy lick his face and snuffle at his clothes.
"Yeah! This is our dog, Mullido!" Frankie announces with a big smile on his face. She and the Guys are all gathered around the dog as Santiago Steps to the side with Frankie and laughs slightly
"Wait...did you really just name your dog...Fluffy?" Santi asks with a smirk as he looks at him quizzically
âYep. We thought it would be funny.â Frankie pats his friend on the back and smiles at his girl, who was holding Mullido in her arms as the Miller brothers were enthusiastically fond of the small animal.Â
As the sun crossed over the sky they were all tossing a Frisbee back and forth as Mullido chases it between them, like an adorable game of monkey in the middle. Out of breath She sits down to the side and watches as the others play. A smile on her face as she watches them. She grabs a cold drink out of the cooler and takes a drink as she watches. Eventually she was joined by a smiling Francisco and an exhausted puppy.
âYou doinâ alright Mi Vida?â He asked as he flopped on the ground next to her.
âYeah, just taking a break.â She smiles at him.
âYouâve got the right Idea. Mulli is a little pooped too.â Frankie puts his hand on her thigh as he looked at the ball of fluff curled up at their feet.
âWell itâs been a good day to be a dog.â She chuckles
âIâd say.â Frankie laughs, they watch the guys abandon the frizbee to all take up a spot in the circle of beach towels that they had laid out. They all start talking and joking. Will holding Mullido in his lap as they sat together. She smiles as Frankie puts a protective arm around her. This was everything she had ever hoped for. A Happy life with a happy family.
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Bonus scene
About a month later Frankie get a call. Its Benny.
"Seriously Fish. Fluffy? The dogs name is Fluffy?â âYes! Did you just figure this out?â
ââŠYeah.â They both laugh.
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Was this a date?
junes.pegasus
This is oneshot that warms my heart. Such a sweet little thing to cheer you up when you feel down. Frankie Morales as a sweet best friends brother, who is also caring. âYou really gave me no choice, being that sweet, kind, sexy as hell son of a bitch that you are.â and thats what perfectly describe who Frankie is. Such a comforting character.
A Second Chance at Love
@absurdthirst @wardenparker
I feels like they are going to be here every week. Every single piece written by these two is good read! I love a lot of authors from Tumblr but i need to say that they have such a unique style and are definitely one of the best authors in the fandom. Quality of their work is incredible and im in owe they share it with us for free!!
People lately starts to thirst over Wiskey again and this piece is so sweet and beautiful.
Casa Werewolf
@princessbatears
This story makes me think more about Javi G, especially about how he fit for a story with single mother. The whole story is very comfotring but brings a new element portrayed by warewolf triplets. Javi G can be a great step-father but how he deals with little warewolfs? he is so lovable and caring, that everybody falls for him. I remember reading it throught and always waiting for notification for new chapter. Its easy reading you can rest with!
#Instagram#pedro pascal#javi gutierrez x reader#jack daniels x you#frankie morales x f!reader#francisco 'catfish' morales#jack whiskey daniels#javi gutierrez#javi g x you
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The Stars Re-Align, part 3
Frankie Morales x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 13.1k Warnings: Reader is given an age and a grown daughter. Cursing, food/alcohol, mentions of military service (obviously), complicated relationships, family drama, mentions of past abusive relationship, mentions of past drug use, miscommunication, revelations, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex. Summary: Helping Frankie and Luna get set up for the next steps of their life brings them much closer to you and Rachel. And to the possibility of family. Notes: Thank you so much to everyone who left such lovely comments and tags on this story as we went along! We really love a good One That Got Away story and we're so happy that you all do, too. Please enjoy the final installment! 𧥠As always, the gif is for the vibes, *not* a physical representation of the reader.
Half an hour after the call, when Benny knocks on the door of Fish's apartment, it's Pope who answers the door. "You brought a second army," he observes. There's just a touch of sadness in his smile when his eyes fall on you, but only a touch. In some ways, it just proves he made the right decision that you've dropped everything to come here.
âI was having dinner with them.â Benny shuffles into the apartment and looks around. âWhatâs going on, man?â
"Everybody come in." If he's surprised to see you, Will doesn't show it.
There's a tall woman at his side doing some very studious typing on her phone and you dimly recall Rachel saying Ben's brother has a long-term girlfriend. What catches your attention and holds it is the figure of Frankie Morales cradling a baby in his arms, and the way it wraps around your heart and twists is terrible. It's jealousy, but you have no right to that particular emotion. Not now or ever.
Settled by the bottle, Luna isnât crying anymore, but Frankie continues to hold her close. Probably using her as a bit of a crutch himself, he canât bring himself to put her down, even if sheâs fallen back asleep.
The apartment is a mess. Things have been thrown around in a deliberate temper tantrum sort of way and it's clear that some frantic behavior has followed that tantrum, causing a bit more of a mess in the process. "Frankie..." For now you swallow down whatever conflicting emotions you have and walk over to him while the others get settled. "Ben said it was an emergency," you explain, as if you're trying to dignify why you came with Ben and Rachel even though you know that's not strictly necessary. "Are youâis sheâokay?"
âYouâ sheâsââ heâs practically speechless that you are here, his gaze darting around the destroyed apartment and heâs embarrassed that you are seeing this. âSheâs okayâŠphysically.â He murmurs, bouncing her in his arms slightly and feeling a little off kilter. âUhâ Marie, she, uh, she found Rachelâs phone number in my jacket.â He clears his throat. âShe left.â
âShe leftâŠlikeâŠpermanently?â You swallow hard around the implications of that, trying to reconcile what Rachel has told you of this woman with the kind of person that would abandon a child. Itâs not the same as what happened with you and Frankie. This, in your opinion, is far worse.
âI think so.â While Frankie had just talked about extricating himself from a relationship with Marie, he had never once considered a situation where she would abandon Luna. He looks down at his daughter, and then his eyes find Rachelâs guiltily. As if he were just as equally horrible.
âWhat happened?â No sooner does Rachel meet his eyes than sheâs crossing the apartment, laying one gentle hand on Lunaâs back and very nearly reaching to hug him. She doesnât know if he would even want that, but the way she almost just added Dad to the end of her sentence makes her own heart break.
He doesnât want to tell her. Finding it too repulsive to even consider, but he owes her the most truth he can give. âSheâ she thinks that it was something different.â He tells her quietly. âLike I would cheat, or sleep with Benâs girlfriend.â He doesnât even bring up how disgusting it is since she is his daughter. âI tried to tell her that youâ that we areââ he curses himself and snorts. âI told her you are my daughter and she didnât believe me.â
Rachel blows out a long breath and centers herself, hands on her hips just like her father when heâs working something out. âCan I be honest?â Rachel asks, standing between her two parents and shaking her head.
âAlways.â Itâs not like he expects anything else, but he wants her to be able to share her thoughts and feelings.
âMarie is a cunt, Dad.â Rachel doesnât beat around the bush, but reaches again to rub Lunaâs back. âIâm glad sheâs gone, if she really is. Because sheâs awful and you two deserve so much better.â
The snickers of the guys showcase their complete agreement with her view and Frankie frowns as he looks down at his sleeping daughter again. âI justâ I didnât expect her to call our daughter a crotch goblin.â He admits quietly. âShe was happy she was pregnant. Even if I wasnât thrilled.â Itâs a guilty thought, but he hadnât been overly joyful at the prospect of having a kid.
âTerrible people say terrible things,â Rachel reasons. She leans forward more this time, waving one friendly finger in her baby sisterâs face to make her giggle then places a kiss on Lunaâs forehead. âGood riddance. And if she ever says another word against this little angel, Iâll punt her across the Gulf.â
âIâ youâre right.â He sighs softly, his heart clenching at the sight of his previously unknown daughter being so sweet to Luna. âI knew she was resentful that I left on aâŠbusiness trip when Luna was a few weeks old, but I never thought she would take it out on her.â
âHaving a child doesnât automatically make you a good parent,â you reason, with your hands sheepishly stuffed in your pockets. âJust like you can be an amazing parent without ever having children of your own. Itâs not clean-cut like that. And it sounds likeâŠlike she was not going to be in this for the long run. One way or another.â
His eyes meet yours, sad because it feels like you might be making a pointed statement about him. He just nods and sighs again when Luna kicks, looking down at her and rubbing her stomach as he holds her. âYeah.â
âI just meanâŠâ He looks so fucking sad that your heart breaks all over again, when you meant to be supporting him. âThere are plenty of people in your circle who are going to be ready to help you, Frankie. Just because the woman who gave birth to this little girl turned out to be less-than-ideal doesnât mean sheâll be alone. Weâre all here to help.â
âYou donât owe me anything.â He reminds you quietly. âCall it poetic justice.â He doesnât want you to feel like you have to do anything. Not after what heâs done.
âDonât be silly.â What happened between the two of you is beside the point, as far as youâre concerned. At least it isnât relevant right now, so you brush it aside. âIt takes a village, right? Well, here we are.â
The differences between you and Marie could not be more evident than at this moment. He swallows harshly and he looks back up at you. âThanks.â
âOkay.â Santiagoâs voice cuts through the tension in the room, and most of the group takes that as a signal to congregate, all moving toward the living room sofa en masse. âSo we have some things to figure out, but the ball is rolling. Jess is getting in contact with a lawyer for custody papers, the clean up here will take maybe an hour at most, and from there itâs making sure Fish and Luna are taken care of.â
âIâ thanks again.â Frankie mutters, looking incredibly embarrassed by all of this. âI appreciate this and Luna does as well.â
âIf it was one of us, youâd be right there in the trenches,â Benny reminds him. He sits down on the edge of the couch and puts an arm around Rachel when she comes to sit beside him, grateful for nothing but kindness from both her and you.
âI have some work I can do remotely for a week or two,â you offer, knowing that handling a baby alone can be difficult even under the best conditions. âAndâŠI can cook.â A thing which was never Frankieâs forte as a teenager.
âI guess thatâsâ I donât want to come between you and your life.â His eyes slide over to Santiago, burying his own jealousy because itâs not fair.
âI have the time and the skills.â It isnât meant to be a rude reminder, but just an honest one. Youâre the only person here who has raised a baby thus far. âIâll take a personal day tomorrow and then work from home for a little while. The office wonât mind, since Iâm still in the preliminary stages of my next project.â
âIf youâre sureâŠâ Frankie can take care of his daughter. Thatâs never been a problem. Heâs not one that complains about getting up during the night or changing dirty diapers. But he is trying to appeal the loss of his license and needs to be able to attend hearings. It was good that he had preemptively went to rehab and could provide clean tests. Hopefully it would be enough.
âI have a work laptop, a deep knowledge of Disney and childrenâs music, and the ability to cook enough to leave you leftovers.â For the first time, your hand moves to his arm and you give it a gentle squeeze. âIâm sure, Frankie.â
"It won't be for long." He promises. "As soon as I can get my license back, I can afford to get a daycare or a sitter service for Luna." He shrugs slightly. "I can fly again." He's not sure what Santiago has told you, but there's no need to hide anything from you.
âMom has you covered for a little bit, and Benny and I can help,â Rachel assures him. The deep need to connect to her little sister and be there for her father is strong and already growing.
âAnd Jess and I will fill in the blanks,â Will promises. Luna will never be without a second set of eyes, Fish. Youâll be able to make your appointments and do everything you need to do.â
Frankie blows out a sigh and he looks around. "Should I move?" He asks quietly. "In case she comes back? Or stay here and if she does come back, we address it then?"
âMove in with us.â Rachel blurts out, unapologetic in her honesty and immediately stubborn on the point as soon as the thought occurs to her. âWe have the space, and Marie wouldnât know how to find you.â
Frankie's eyes widen at the offer and his heart leaps at the idea but his gaze darts over to you. "Rachel, sweetheart...I couldn't possibly do that." He shakes his head when your own shocked face mirrors his. You don't want that and he won't make your life harder.
âGuys, will you give us a minute?â This is not a conversation that you want spectators for, and it only takes a second of hesitation for Will and Jess to stand.
âLetâs start picking up.â Will suggests, casting meaningful looks at Santiago and Benny. This isnât their conversation. Especially not Popeâs anymore.
Frankie shuffles slightly, biting his lip and wishing that he didn't have to hear the scolding that Rachel was in for. He knows that she only has good intentions, but it's not the same as offering up a place to live for him and a child he fathered by another woman.
âDo you feel unsafe here?â You ask Frankie, wanting an honest answer rather than the one he feels he ought to give. Men have a hard time speaking up in abusive situations for a hell of a lot of reasons and youâre not about to add to his stress. âLike if Marie came back, she might hurt you or the baby?â
"She wouldn't hurt me." Frankie assures you. "But...I don'tâ I might hurt her." He admits softly. "If she tries to hurt Luna. I'll talk to the property management. Have the locks changed."
âIs there any possibility she would actually try to hurt Luna?â This sweet little baby did nothing wrong, and the part of you that missed out on getting to see Frankie hold your little girl is both savoring and jealous of this moment of his protection.
"If she's high?" Frankie wouldn't want to believe it, but he can't be sure. "I don't know. She's angry at me and she knows that I would die for Luna."
âIf sheâsââ That is going to have to be a conversation for another time, but you nod your head once and look at Rachel. Your steadfast, loyal-to-a-fault daughter is looking at you so expectantly that you canât even hold her gaze, and end up looking back at Frankie. âWe have a guest room and a safe neighborhood. Our HOA is a pain in the ass but if they know a vehicle isnât supposed to be in the neighborhood they will have a tow truck in the street before she even gets out of her car.â
"Gatita..." he closes his eyes and relaxes slightly when he feels Rachel take the baby from him. Opening his eyes again, he knows that it's the right choice. "We won't be there long." He promises after a moment.
"You'll be there for as long as you need to be." Will it be awkward, maneuvering around each other? Sure. But this isn't about your comfort level. This is about his safety and the safety of his baby.
******
Your home is surprisingly easy to settle into, but Frankie tries to give you and Rachel space. Finding some of the run ins a little awkward in that ânavigating new roommatesâ waters. Right now though, itâs three in the morning and Luna has woken up hungry. Leaving a sleepy-eyed Dad to shuffle into the kitchen in a pair of sleep pants and a little girl bouncing against his bare shoulder as he mixes up a bottle.
Thereâs a light on in the kitchen when you come down the stairs, bleary-eyed and dealing with a stupid amount of heartburn from that second helping of chili you shouldnât have had at dinner. You can hear him before you see him â the gentle shushing of a parent soothing an infant â and you knock gently on the archway to the kitchen before stepping inside. âSorry to interrupt,â you murmur quietly, not wanting to scare Luna.
âHey, sorry.â Frankie winces slightly, sure that heâs woken you up. âBaby girl needed a bottle. Weâll be settled down and quiet soon.â
âDonât worry about it.â When you move toward the fridge too, you almost laugh at the irony. âI came down for milk, too. Heartburn is a bitch.â
He winces sympathetically and nods. âRemember when we were young? Heartburn was something our parents made up.â He snorts, aware that heâs had to change his diet as heâs gotten older.
âIâd give anything to be able to eat the way we did back then.â The carton of milk comes out onto the counter and so does a glass, but youâre self-conscious of giving Frankie enough space so you stay tucked in the corner. âCan I askâŠâ You shift slightly in place. âHow are you adjusting?â
âDay to day, at night, itâs not a lot of difference.â Frankie admits. You have helped him tremendously during the day, but he insists on taking care of Luna himself when he gets back. âI always took care of the baby when I got home.â He tells you. âShe needed a break and I didnât mind.â
âIs there anything you need picked up? Changed?â Itâs not your place to remark on his ex-girlfriendâs parenting, or seeming lack thereof, but you have noticed that the only people who contact him are his lawyer and his friends. The guys have been quite active actually, either helping him move the last of his things from the apartment into storage, helping with Luna, or helping him get things organized for his hearings.
âI donât think so.â He is so grateful to you for everything. âI am planning on cutting the grass tomorrow.â He tells you. âSo donât worry about that.â
âIâm assuming it wonât make a difference if I tell you that you donât need to do chores?â The Frankie of your past was a stubborn guy, and a nostalgic smile curls your lips.
âNo.â Frankie frowns and looks over at you with dark eyes. âYou are letting me stay, watching my child and you wonât take my money.â He huffs, slightly offended at the handout. âI can help around here.â
âJust donât overextend yourself. Your appointments are more important than the lawn.â Itâs nice that he wants to help, and youâre not going to stop him, but you donât want Frankie to get himself behind because he gets obsessed with helping.
âI know.â Frankie nods. âI donât have an appointment tomorrow. And the lawyers said that it looks promising.â He tells you.
âIâm glad to hear that.â Your own glass of milk is cold and soothing, and you pour a second for good measure. âI was planning on working from home again tomorrow. I hope that wonât bother you too much.â
âGatita, this is your house.â Frankie reminds you. âYou are free to do whatever you want.â He snorts. âIf you wanted to walk around naked, I would just have to try to not stare.â Heâs tired and heâs been dreaming about you after spending so much time with you. He didnât mean to say that, but it popped out.
The burning in your cheeks is immediate, that combination of embarrassment and rekindled desire making you quickly look away so he wonât see how much you love hearing him call you Gatita again, or how much you actually want him to mean it when he says things like that to you. It had been deep in your head that the love you still have for Frankie would bubble to the surface with him in your house, but you didnât know quite how bad it was going to be. âWellâŠI would say youâve always been a gentleman, but we were teenagers together. The parts of us that are good at restraint now didnât really exist back then.â
âNo need to be a gentleman when I had you.â Frankie murmurs softly, twisting the cap back on the bottle and shaking it up as Luna grunts against his shoulder. Sheâs not crying right now, but she will be if she doesnât get her bottle. âOnly had to restrain myself around our parents.â
âSomething neither of us was terribly good at,â you admit with a snort. âAt least they never actually caught us having sex. That would have been mortifying.â
âDad did.â Frankie admits, sending you a sheepish grin. âSenior year. He opened the door slightly and immediately closed it. I saw him in the mirror.â
âOh my god.â You almost drop your glass, fumbling to get it on the counter with little enough noise to not agitate the baby and stifle your laughter at the same time. âSeriously? I am so glad you never told me that.â
He laughs quietly and nods. âWe had sworn to never speak of it. And I hadnât, until now.â
âI never would have been able to look him in the eye again.â Unfortunately, Frankieâs father had passed years ago â your own parents had sent you the obituary. âI sent flowers to the funeral home when he passed,â you admit quietly. âNo card or anything, butâŠit was too little too late. I know that.â
Frankie closes his eyes and sighs softly. âThank you.â He murmurs softly. âHe loved you and he told me that I was the biggest goddamn fool for breaking up with you.â
âWe were kids.â Itâs not a good reason but itâs still a reason, and youâre not willing to rehash your breakup at 3am over milk with his infant.
âYeah.â He can see that you are building walls against the conversation. He turns Luna over and pops the bottle into her mouth. âWellâŠI better let you get back to bed.â He murmurs. âGoodnight.â
âIââ The feeling of being dismissed from your own kitchen is uncomfortable at best, and you frown before setting your glass in the dishwasher and simply stepping away. âSorry to have disturbed you. Goodnight.â
Frankie frowns as he watches you leave and he hates how it seems like youâve taken three steps back. Sighing softly, he looks down at Luna staring up at him. âWhat?â He asks her softly. âI didnât do anything.â
******
By the next morning, youâve resolved to apologize. Being short with him was unnecessary and doesnât exactly make things easier for anyone. Not to mention, Frankie is having a hard enough time as it is without you getting mopey that he hasnât just sat down beside you on the couch and snuggled you into his side like you want him to.
Getting up early, you head back downstairs and start making up a big pan of French toast and another whole tray of bacon. Sure thereâs only three of you, but baking breakfast will give you time to make some fresh baby food for Luna, something you had loved doing for Rachel as well.
Frankie wakes up to the sounds of stirring in the kitchen. Groaning quietly at the aches and pains of his older self. Getting older sucks and itâs compounded by the abuse he put his body through when he was in the Army. Glancing at the clock, he sighs and sits up, grabbing his shirt. He will need to get started on the lawn before Luna wakes up.
The coffee pot has just finished bubbling when he gets downstairs, the rich, black brew piping hot and mixing with the other smells in the kitchen to be nothing short of enticing. Coffee, cinnamon, vanilla, bacon, and apples all mix together in the early morning like a welcoming curtain of comfort.
âSmells good.â Frankie shoves his hat on his head. âBabyâs still asleep. Thought I would get started on the grass.â
"Okay." Even though you nod, you gesture slightly at the baby monitor in his hand. "Do you want to leave that with me? I can get her changed and fed while breakfast cooks. She's got fresh apple and sweet potato puree for this morning."
âYouâre too good to usâher.â Frankie huffs, shooting you a small smile. âAfter I get done, Iâll take her right back. I promise.â
"Frankie..." Your palms sweat and you hate yourself for being so affected by him still, but here you are. So deeply affected that you feel like you're fifteen all over again. "I wanted to apologize. For last night."
âYou have nothing to apologize for.â Frankie shakes his head. âI wasâŠout of line.â
"I shouldn't have been dismissive, or snapped at you. It's not out of line to want to talk about our past." Exhaling softly, you lean back against the counter and bite your bottom lip as you debate how much is really wise to say. "It's just bringing up a lot of old emotions and I wasn't prepared to work through them thoroughly at three in the morning."
âYeah,â Frankie shuffles slightly. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have said anything.â He hums quietly. âI know that itâs hard. I should have just kept quiet.â
"No." You shake your head and take a step back toward him instead of shrinking away again. "No, that's...keeping quiet and hiding things from each other is how I got us into this mess. I don't want to perpetuate that anymore."
Frankie sighs. âNo, me being a fucking asshole is what got us into the mess of you raising a kid by yourself.â He tells you.
"I should have just told you." Twenty-four years of hindsight is twenty-twenty. "If I hadn't been so scared, it would have worked out eventually."
âAnd I should have come back.â Frankie snorts. âI should have found you. Begged you to take me back.â He puts his hands on his hips. âThereâs a million things I shouldnât have done, or should have.â
"I should have figured out how to write to you at boot camp. Or found your parents after they moved. Anything." Your arms cross over your chest in some kind of unconscious half-mirroring of him, but you end up swallowing a sigh. "Rachel does that, you know. Her hands on her hips, like you do. There's so much of you in her and I'm so sorry that you missed some of it."
Those words make him close his eyes. Absorbing them and trying not to let them hurt as bad as they do. âI just donât want to miss any more.â
"I don't want you to, either." It's a small admission. Also too little, too late. But at least it's honest. "And neither does she."
âI know you donât â this isnât ideal.â Frankie admits. âYou donât really want me here. And I just donât want to overstep.â
"Why do you think I don't want you here?" Can you guess at plenty of reasons? Of course. But you're curious to know why he assumes you would have invited him into your home if you didn't want him here at all.
âWho wants their ex in their house?â Frankie snorts. âIâve cost you your relationship, made you a babysitter and make you uncomfortable by bringing up a past I canât forget.â He practically whispers the last part, almost ashamed of it.
Something about the whole scenario just makes you crack in your chest and you almost cave in on yourself, letting the words out before you can stop yourself. Six simple words, but with so much meaning. "I don't care. I miss you."
Frankie bites his lip, curling his hands into his hips to keep from reaching for you. âYou miss who I was.â He reminds you. âIâve become a very different one.â
"So have I." You weren't expecting rejection to sting as much as it does, even though you don't even know that you actually offered enough for him to reject. It still makes you want to cry, though, in a very vulnerable and surprised sort of way. "That doesn't mean we aren't still who we are at the core."
âIâveâŠdone things.â Frankie admits. âBad things. Things that would make you curl away from me in disgust.â
"Nobody's pure." But you shuffle a little where you're standing and look up again, actually looking him in the eyes. "Santiago told me about South America. Everything. So I'm not as much of a wilting flower as you might think."
âNever said you were.â He knows you are strong, capable. You raised Rachel by yourself and all the struggles that it entailed.
"I'm not trying to force anything." Though if it happened, you would absolutely not be opposed to it. You've realized that in the three days since Frankie and Luna moved into your house. "I'm just saying, if I didn't want you here, or I didn't want to know who you are now...then you wouldn't be here at all. I just wouldn't have offered, regardless of anything Rachel said."
âMaybe you shouldnât have offered.â Frankie snorts. âFuck knows you wouldnât have if you know what I think about around you.â Heâs just determined to beat himself up, still depressed and trying to self-sabotage without the use of coke.
That just makes you scoff, shoving your hands in your pockets weakly because what you really want to do is cross the kitchen tiles and just throw your arms around him like you always used to. "I fully expect you to hate me. I'm not going to make you leave my house just because you rightfully dislike your ex for keeping your daughter from you."
He stares at you for a moment before he laughs. âYou think I hate you?â He demands roughly. âHate doesnât have me dreaming about seeing if I could beat the goddamn record I set when we were seventeen.â He hisses. âHate doesnât have me waking up in the middle of the night with my hand around my cock because you still smell the same and those sheets smell like you. Hate isnât something I want to do to you, gatita.â
For about three full seconds, all you can do is stand there and stare at him. It's like your mind had shut down trying to comprehend what he is saying to you and is only slowly booting back up like an ancient computer. A small squeak escapes you and all the air goes out of your chest just before water pricks at your eyes, and all of a sudden you're moving straight across the kitchen to kiss him before you can even process what you're doing.
Frankie had fully expected a hand across his cheek, so when you launch yourself at him, heâs shocked. Groaning against your lips for a split second before heâs wrapping his arms around you, one hand cradling your head to keep you close. To keep you kissing him.
He's thicker than he was as a gangly teenager. Age has given him muscles and then softened them again, making him pliant under your touch just as much as you are under his. The powerful magnet of attraction between you leaves no room for questioning in the moment. You're just two people clinging desperately to each other and to hope, and the first slide of your tongue against his when your lips part to deepen the kiss is like coming home. A very specific, very teenage home â but this is still where your heart lives.
Frankie groans, finding it to be his turn to move. Turning and pressing you against the counter as he drowns in this kiss. It feels so right, despite the mistakes that he has made, the sins he has committed, he tastes nothing but the overwhelming sense of rightness in your lips.
He had dipped down to find the perfect angle to capture your soft moan when it crossed your lips, but now Frankie straightens again. Breaking your head so it wonât hit the cabinets, his other hand pulls you close at the waist â expanded, soft from carrying and birthing a baby and simply being alive for more than forty years â as your hands wander his body to recommit every plane of him to memory. Thereâs a beautiful rosy nostalgia over the kiss even with the nearly feral need each of you feels, and something drastic might have happened if not for the soft cry of surprise that emanates from the half-light of the living room.
Pulling back in surprise, Frankieâs eyes widen when he sees Rachel standing there. âUh, Iââ he glances at you, unsure of what to say at this point.
âRach, why donât you go check on your sister?â You suggest, feeling the reason that Frankie might need a couple of minutes to calm down throb and jump against your hip. Not that your restraint is much better. Youâre going to need to change your panties just from being kissed.
âUh, sure, I can do that.â She nods dramatically, whirling around. âThen IâIâm going to go over to Benâs. All day. Iâll text when I come back.â
âBreakfast in five minutes!â You call after her, not sure if sheâs actually heard you or not as her footsteps ascend the stairs all over again. Sheâs gone again in a flash and you bite your lip when your eyes track back to Frankie, no guilt or embarrassment in your expression, only a little bit of sheepishness at being caught.
âWell, I think that embarrassed her.â Frankie comments as he looks over to you. He doesnât know exactly what you are thinking, but itâs not regret on your face. That makes a ghost of a smile curl up the edges of his mouth.
âDonât let her fool you.â The warmth in your cheeks is only matched by the warmth in the rest of you, waves of it crawling under your skin with how close he is. âShe thinks I donât know that sheâs wanted her parents back together since she was five years old.â
âShe didnât know me.â Frankie frowns slightly and hopes this isnât just some kind of wish fulfillment.
âI used to tell her more.â You admit, though youâre not sure if thatâs good or bad. Itâs selfish, but it was also survival. âI stopped when she got old enough to realize thatâŠâ Blowing out a breath, your eyes drop down from his. He probably does not want to hear this, despite kissing you back just now. âThat Iâve still always had feelings for you.â
âYouâ you still wanted to be with me?â Heâs surprised that you would, given how he had left. âBabyâŠ.itsâ Iâve always regretted leaving you. I called you.â He reveals. âSeveral timesâŠ.but I never could say anything.â
âYou called?â Your eyebrows raise back all the way up your forehead, eyes watery with hopeful tears that you refuse to shed and ruin the moment. âOh noâŠâ A gasp leaves you, almost washing out the sounds of Rachel and Luna cooing and giggling at each other over the baby monitor. âYou calledâŠin the two years after you left for the Army?â
âYeah.â Frankie chokes out, looking away and feeling ashamed that he hadnât been able to fucking say a word when he had called your house. âAfter I got out of bootcamp. I would fucking dial your number at least twice a week. Every time, someone would pick up and I couldnât say a word. Didnât have the words I wanted to say.â
âAnd thenâŠafter a whileâŠthe number stopped working?â You guess, biting back a sigh of regret.
âYeah.â He frowns and tilts his head. âHow did youââ
âBecause my parents got their phone number changed after we had so many hangups in such a short amount of time,â you explain, now feeling guilty for what had happened. âThey thought it was some criminal or stalker or something. We moved about a year later anyway.â
âFuck.â Frankie hisses, closing his eyes and berating himself for his fucking stupidity. âI justâ I choked every time I tried to ask for you. In fucking Delta training and I couldnât fucking apologize.â
âNo use in being upset about it nowâŠâ Those days are twenty years past. A lifetime ago and then some. And youâre stuck in the here and now with your hand still flexing at his hip. âWe shouldâŠtalk, though. Rach is going to have a million questions.â
âOf course.â He nods and slides his hands over his lounging pants. âWhatâ you start.â
Donât think about it, donât think about it, donât think about it⊠You tell yourself sternly, eyes flickering down to where his large hands stretch dangerously to other, equally interesting parts of him. âWe both justâŠwe were seeing other people. Until literally a few days ago.â If you donât remind yourselves of that you feel like youâll burst. âButâŠI miss you. And I do still have feelings for you. AndâŠand if youâre open to it, when youâre ready, I think finding out how we could be together as adults isâ well, itâs a long time coming, would you say?â
ThatâŠ.is not what he expected you to say. He had expected to hear something about taking it slow or perhaps it should be kept quiet, but not that. âIâve never stopped having feelings for you.â Frankie promises you softly. âAnd Iâ Iâve missed you every goddamn day.â
âIâm not going to push you for anything. Not quickly, not ever.â Whatever he wants to have with you, you want it to be freely given just like you intend to give freely. âI kind ofâŠreally love seeing you in my house like thisâŠâ
He looks down at his clothes, like that might explain what you are talking about. âRumpled?â He jokes quietly.
âThatâs one word for it,â You admit, grinning softly. âI was thinking sexy, though.â
âIf tired, ex-military dad is sexy, I guess Iâm it.â Frankie smirks.
âIt is.â You canât help but laugh a little. âDefinitely.â
He steps closer to you again. âWell, do you want to drool over this tired dad mowing the grass?â He teases. âIâll even do it shirtless.â
âEat breakfast with us first.â That is something youâll insist on, especially since the timer is about to go off on the oven in about twenty seconds. âAnd then Iâll sit and gawk at the dining room table afterward.â
Frankie snorts but agrees with a nod. âIt smells amazing. You are a great cook.â
âYou always liked breakfast, so I took a shot that you would like Rachelâs favorite baked French toast.â Youâre going to need to open the oven in just a few seconds, but the last thing you want to do is pull away from the heat of him. âI swear I can do more than just casseroles now.â
He chuckles quietly. âBetter than me. Although I need to learn. Luna deserves to have a parent who can feed her more than frozen dinners.â You also deserve to have some of the burden lifted off of you, but thatâs another conversation.
âIâll teach you if you want?â There were a couple of family recipes his mother taught you when you were teenagers that Rachel loves, and plenty of other things of course. But when the timer goes off and youâre forced to step away reluctantly, you add: âAnd I bet Rachel would, too. Sheâs pretty damn good in her own right. It might be something you can do together.â
âMaybe we can all do it?â Frankie asks hopefully. Wanting to spend time with both of you. âBetween the two of you, I might have a fighting chance.â
âAbsolutely.â Youâre about willing to promise him anything he wants right now, but first itâs just about taking the pans out of the oven and stifling the need to steal one more kiss when you hear Rachel descend the stairs with a happily babbling Luna in her arms.
âGood.â Frankie makes sure you arenât holding a pan when he swoops in again. Planting a quick, hard kiss on your lips. âLater.â He whispers, much like he had promised so many years ago when you were about to be interrupted.
Itâs good that the girls make plenty of noise coming downstairs so no one else can hear the more-than-slightly-pitiful whimper that Frankie pulls out of you, but you snap back into reality well enough to clamp your mouth shut and motion for him to grab plates from the cupboard without imploding.
âEveryone decent?â Rachel calls out before her head pokes around the door. âThereâs a small child present!â
âWe were never not decent,â you point out, waving your daughter into the room. âDo you want to get your sisterâs cup of food or help your dad set the table?â Itâs possibly the most domestic sentence youâve saidâŠmaybe ever, and it rolls through you like summer sunrise.
âWhatever you need me to do.â Her grin is wide and proudly embarrassed as she eyes both of you. âSoooooooooooo. Mom.â She tilts her head towards you with a glint in her eyes. âDo we need to have the safe sex talk, young lady?â
âYour very existence is proof that itâs too late for that,â you remind her, but a smirk forms in the corner of your mouth either way. âLetâs all sit down to eat and we can talk a little. Okay?â
âSeriously though.â Rachel turns towards her dad. âYou hurt my mom, and Iâll sic Ben on you.â She warns playfully.
âSweet pea, get your sister settled and weâll all talk,â you insist, biting your lip a little at the idea of anything going wrong again. You donât like it and you donât even want to process it right now.
âOkay.â Itâs more you using âsweet peaâ instead of anything else that makes her nod and move to get Luna settled in her high chair. You are upset about something, or avoiding it and she wonders what it is.
It takes a few minutes to get everyone settled and served, but you manage it pretty well and Frankie gets Luna fed before digging in for himself.
âSoâŠ.â Frankie takes a bite, groaning and rolling his eyes happily at the taste of the casserole. âThis is good.â He moans. âLike the best damn thing Iâve ever eaten.â He might have been about to start this talk, but now heâs distracted by the breakfast.
"Iknowright?" Rachel mumbles all at once, thrilled to see her favorite breakfast materialize on the table without asking for it.
âSo good.â He forks up another bite before reaching for the syrup again to add more to the French toast bake.
"At least I know I can subdue you both with French toast if you get out of hand," you tease, looking between father and daughter at the table and snorting a laugh.
Both of them look up at you at the same time, forks halfway to their mouths, with the exact same disgruntled expression on their faces.
"Goddamn I wish you could see yourselves right now." It isn't that you didn't know Rachel was like her father. You had known that for her whole life. But seeing them side by side throws it into sharp relief. "Look at these two," you coo to Luna, reaching over to tickle the baby's soft and chubby belly in that way that makes her giggle. "They're exactly the same, aren't they sweetheart?"
Itâs fucking amazing, how you are with Luna. Frankie had always felt like Marie wasnât as maternal or soft as he thought she should be, but then immediately felt guilty for thinking that way. Heâs just happy that you are obviously thrilled to have a baby in the house. âWe have some similar traits?â He asks, looking over at Rachel.
"Apparently a lot." Rachel shrugs, not knowing she does it in the same way as her father and always has. "According to Mom, Ben should have picked up a vibe really fast."
"I think it just made him subconsciously more comfortable with you," you clarify, forking up another bite of your own breakfast. "Which is a good thing. I'm not saying he should have been confused by it or anything."
Frankie chuckles lightly and reaches over to pick up another spoonful of the purĂ©ed apples and sweet potato to feed to Luna. âHe would have just thought you were weird.â He jokes.
"To be fair, he does think I'm weird," Rachel clarifies. Her coffee is getting low and she stretches to grab the pot for a refill. "But he likes that about me."
He snorts and nods, holding up his cup when she offers to refresh his. âBenâs weird himself, so that checks out.â
"Weird is better." You've always thought so. Even used to say so when you were younger. "It's more interesting."
âYou used to say I was your perfect kind of weird.â Frankie blurts out, remembering when you would lovingly coo it to him. He would always roll his eyes, but he enjoyed it.
"You were." The reminder â the fact that he even remembers you saying that â warms through you and your face burns bashfully. "Probably still are, if we're honest."
âI think that makes you even weirder.â Frankie snorts, shooting you a playful look. âBecauseâŠ.look at me.â
"I'm not exactly the world's most exciting person, Frankie." You aim a shrug in his direction, doctoring your refilled mug of coffee. "It took me a long time, but for the most part I'm happy with where I am in life. That doesn't make me too interesting, though."
âNo, nothing is interesting about a strong, beautiful, capable woman who has raised an equally beautiful daughter by herself, made a comfortable life for her and still maintained the sweetness of youth.â Frankie narrows his eyes slightly, hating how you put yourself down.
"And she has a super fucking cool job, too." Rachel pipes up, obviously ready to back her father up on this one. "Working for the Mouse means we get to go to the parks for free. Luna's going to love it just like I did."
âJust because you went, doesnât mean Luna will get tickets too, sweetheart.â Frankie reminds her.
âOf course weâll go.â The idea that Frankie doesnât think youâd treat his baby daughter well hits you somewhere deep in your chest and you work not to frown. âUnless you donât want to go? Then weâll just have a girlâs day.â
âItâs notââ heâs offended you, something that he wasnât trying to do and he shakes his head. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean that the way you took it. I justâ I never assume anything.â He tells you. âJust because you have tickets doesnât mean you owe them us, thatâs all.â
âIt isnât that I owe it to you.â Reaching across the space at the table in front of Lunaâs highchair, you squeeze his hand gently. âBut Rach is right, even if she didnât exactly mean to point it out. Weâre a family.â
Frankie looks over at Luna and smiles softly, the baby is shoving her fingers in her mouth and cooing happily. âYou ever want more kids?â He asks.
"All the time." You don't mind answering that honestly, but you shrug your shoulders and pick up a piece of bacon from your plate. "I don't relish being referred to as a geriatric pregnancy, though."
âYou arenât geriatric.â Frankie frowns and shakes his head. âHellâ I meanâŠI thought this was my first go round, but I missed the first.â He hates it, but he reaches over and takes Rachelâs hand with his other. Holding both of your hands.
"Geriatric pregnancies are anyone giving birth over the age of thirty-five." Rachel clarifies for her father, fully putting aside her fork to hold his hand with both of hers. "Mom just doesn't want to feel old. Even though she says I'm the thing that made her old." The last thought comes with a teasing grin thrown your way.
âHell, I feel ancient knowing I have a grown ass daughter.â Frankie snorts, shaking his head. âI know she feels the same way, considering she had to carry you.â
Your own half-laugh sounds when you swing your head over to look at him. "You make big babies, Morales."
He chuckles and shrugs slightly. âThat might be why Marie was never happy after Luna.â He jokes. âShe was nearly eleven pounds, believe it or not.â
Rachel snorts, forkful of food halfway to her mouth, and grins. "Twins. I was eleven pounds, too. Eleven pounds and...twenty inches?" She looks to you when she can't remember.
"Twenty-one." It probably shouldn't, but it makes you laugh at this point. The horror over how big she was at birth is long over with. "The nurse asked me if the father was a giant."
âDefinitely not a giant.â Frankie huffs, knowing that heâs shorter and weighs less than Rachelâs boyfriend. But he can still kick his ass.
"To answer your question..." The three of you go back to eating, finishing up your plates with satisfaction. "I absolutely think about having more kids all the time. That's why I love babysitting so much."
âYeahâŠ.â Itâs definitely helped him. He had spent so much time worrying about his home life that he couldnât properly square things away. He owes you a lot. âYouâre great with her.â
"If I ever overstep, you just need to tell me." It's been a lot of years since you took care of your own infant. Parenting advice has definitely changed. And as much as you might dream about having another kid, Luna is not your baby. She's Frankie's and that means he has the last word on decisions for her.
âI doubt you could overstep.â He argues but he nods when you just stare at him. âBut I will let you know.â
"So..." When the last bite is off her plate, Rachel sits back in her chair with her coffee mug in both hands. "I'm going to go to Ben's..." she repeats her thought from earlier with both eyebrows raised. "All day. Probably for two days...you guys...gonna do anything special?"
Frankie cuts his eyes over to Rachel, knowing exactly what sheâs going to be doing thanks to Benâs fat fucking mouth before he knew she was his daughter. âTalking.â He grunts. âCutting the grass. Cleaning my guns.â
"Dad..." Since she broke the ice on using that title, Rachel has embraced it. "No guns on Ben."
âNo promises.â Frankie huffs. âFucker deserves it.â He shrugs his shoulders when she squawks at him. âWhat? I wonât hit anything vital!â
"Sorry, Rach." You snicker softly, under your breath. "This is part of having a Dad."
âI donât think I like this part.â Rachel rolls her eyes playfully and Frankie rolls his right back.
âYeah, will I donât like knowing how my daughter gives a blowjob. So weâre even.â
"Okey dokey." Instantly shooting up from the table, you focus entirely on picking up Luna without looking at Rachel or Frankie. "Gonna take the baby into the living room. I'll clean up later."
âSorry.â Frankie apologizes as you whisk out of the room like your pants are on fire. âShouldnât have said that.â
"She'll get over it." Rachel does smile though, a small and embarrassed expression on her face. "Ben feels like an asshole for talking the way he did, for the record. He apologized to me, too. Even though I don't really care."
âWeâve all talked that way before.â Frankie can admit that. The only reason it became a problem is because of who she is to him. Otherwise, he wouldnât care. âBut itâs good he apologized. He really loves you.â
"And I really love him." She promises, absolutely serious. "As his friend, I hope you know that."
âEven as your dad.â Itâs a title that always makes him smile when either one of them uses it. âI want you to be with someone who loves you. Thatâs all I want. Heâs a good man.â
"I know it's new..." she sips her coffee as they sit together. "But do you mind that I've started using that name?"
âNo.â Thatâs something he would never mind. âNot at all, IâmâŠ.glad you feel comfortable calling me âDadâ.â He admits with a small smile. âJust hope that one day that youâre proud that I am your dad.â
"I am proud." Even when he was just her boyfriend's friend, she had always liked Frankie a lot. He's a good guy who doesn't give himself nearly enough credit. "I'm proud of Mom and I'm proud of you, too."
âThatâŠthatâs great.â He nods, enjoying the conversation and feeling proud of the fact that she is happy to know him.
"I'm going to clean up and go to Ben's." Pushing back from the table and standing, Rachel puts one hand out to squeeze his shoulder and starts to pick up dishes and stack them in her arms. "Whatever you and Mom end up talking about...just know how much she loves you. My whole life she's never looked at another guy the way she looks at you. I know you mean the world to her."
âYou have no reason to really believe me, because of me being gone from your life the entire time you were growing up, but I donât want to hurt her. Ever again.â Frankie promises. âI think we deserve to be happy.â
"I think so, too." Rachel agrees, but instead of letting the moment get too serious, she throws her father a grin and nods toward the backyard. "So go mow the lawn so she can have a good ogle. I'll clean up from breakfast before I go."
Frankie snorts, aware that her knowledge of that meant she had been eavesdropping, but he doesnât mind it. âThanks,â he tosses her his own grin and pushes back from the table to at least clear his plate. âPlus, itâll be good for her not to have to do the grass.â
******
âI donât think you will be less than a mama to her.â He hums as he transfers the baby into your arms. âShe will only know you as her mother, especially the way you already love her.â
âSounds like youâre planning on staying.â And while itâs just an observation, your heart leaps up into your throat so you have to swallow it back done just to breathe.
âIf thatâs what we decide.â He wonât push his way in. Luna yawns and leans her head against your shoulder in a move that makes him smile. âWe can talk about it later. Sheâs sleepy and I need a shower.â
âIâll put her down for her nap. You go clean up, love.â Honestly? You dread the thought of Frankie leaving again. Even having him leave to go to work will have you in a state of anxiety for a while, even if youâre doing your best to hold it together for the girlsâ sakes. Luna needs a steady caregiver and Rachel absolutely does not need to see you anxious or worrying over her father.
âCome talk to me after you get her down?â He asks, knowing it wonât take him long to shower. He would probably be dressed by the time you get her down.
âAbsolutely.â Not having to talk over the babyâs head is a good place to start, if nothing else. You lean in when he moves to kiss your cheek again and then part, with Frankie heading to the bathroom and you heading into what is now Lunaâs nursery.
Frankie has been trained by the military. He was never an untidy person to start, but an entire career in the Army had taught him how to clean and be efficient in showering. He does take a little more time today, trimming his beard and shaving, wanting to clean up a little more for you.
As predicted, by the time you get Luna settled down for her nap, you hear the shower shut off down the hall. A small stop off in your own room might just be to check your hair and that you havenât had a bit of bacon stuck in your teeth all morning. Once youâve decided heâs had enough time to dress and you canât stall anymore, you grab the baby monitor and go down the hall to knock on his door.
Because of the shaving, Frankie is still wrapped in a towel, secured at his waist. Still, he doesnât hesitate. âCome in.â
"Luna's down for her uhâ her, her nap," you report, only barely stammering when you see Frankie standing by the bed and sighing inwardly at the way your mouth runs dry.
âGood.â He doesnât smirk, although he wants to. You alternate between staring and looking away in embarrassment.
"It's gonna be hard to talk if I can't look you in the eye." Which is stupid, because it's not like he wasn't the first person in the world you were naked with â but here you are flustered like a teenager all over again.
âDoes it bother you?â Frankie asks, looking down. âThat Iâm not dressed? You knocked on my door.â
"It doesn't bother me." But you do feel the need to clarify, for the sake of the situation. "It's just very distracting."
âDistracting, huh?â Frankie was never more confident than he was with you and since being here, that has started to come back. âWonder why that is.â
"Because you're handsome, Francisco," you huff, fully amused, and roll your eyes at him for effect.
âAnd youâre gorgeous, gatita.â He murmurs.
"We should probably have that talk." Instinctively, shutting the door comes with stepping inside, even though it isn't necessary. Maybe it's a leftover reflex from seeking privacy in the apartments where you grew up.
âOkay.â Frankie moves over to the dresser to grab a pair of sweats to slide on under the towel so you wonât be uncomfortable.
"You want to go first?" The only place in the room to sit is on the guest bed, and you perch on the end with your hands under your thighs and nerves jittering out of control.
âYou look like you need get things off your chest.â Frankie hums. âYou can go first.â
"I'm just...trying to think about what comes next." Your fingers twist in the blanket, making you look even more nervous than you feel. "I make plenty enough to support this family while you get things cleared up with your license. This is a stable home for Luna with actual family to help look after her. "If what you want is to be back together, we're in a very good position to make it work."
âI have my retirement.â Frankie reminds you. âI donât expect you to support us. I want to take care of you too.â He never wants to take advantage of you. He wants to give you more than he ever takes.
"Do you actually still enjoy flying? Is it something you want to get back to? Or is it what you were doing because you were made to?" It's a fair question, and one you don't ask easily. But you get the feeling that before this, Frankie didn't get a lot of options.
âI love it.â Frankie admits. âIâm fucking good at it, completely in love with it. Why?â
"I wasn't sure if Marie had given you a chance to actually choose what you love to do, instead of just what would make money," you admit. "I was going to offer that you could take your time. Pursue whatever you wanted to, or even be a stay at home Dad for a while if that's something that interests you. I just..." One hand sneaks out from under your thigh and reaches for him as you sit on the bed. "I want you to be happy, baby. Truly happy."
âIââ Frankieâs never thought about being a stay at home dad. âI volunteered for flight school. Being in the air, flying, itâs like second nature to me now.â He tells you, kneeling down in front of you. âButâŠI wouldnât mind staying home with Luna.â He admits. âI would be happy with that for a bit. I could fly part time. Spend most of it with her, still get my thrills from flying.â
"I don't want you to do what you feel you have to." That point can't have enough emphasis for you. It really is the backbone of everything you want for his future â that it is a future he chooses for himself out of passion and excitement. "If flying is what you want to do, then find the job that makes you the most excited. That lets you balance and be happy and not run yourself into the ground like I know you've been doing because you're still the same Frankie that I fell in love with when we were just kids."
âWhat I have to do is to be a good example to Luna, to Rachel.â He tells you. âTo give them everything I can and make you happy too.â
"And I have every faith that you'll do that." Just once, you lost your faith in Frankie Morales because of fear. You're not going to let it happen again, when you're finally in a position for both of you to really have everything you've ever wanted.
âCan I kiss you again?â Frankie asks, looking into your eyes.
It's like feeling a light switch flip somewhere in your body, and you light up all over. Including your brightest smile. "I really want you to."
Frankie smiles, huffing out a small laugh as he lunges forward and presses his lips to yours again.
The momentum tips you backward on the bed, laying you out on the bed underneath him and making you reach up to grab his shoulders to steady yourself. It's not a small kiss or a tentative one, but one that blots out the rest of the world, making sure the only thing you can possibly think of is him.
Itâs been a long time since he has been so enthusiastic about kissing someone, but this is just like your first time all over again. Heâs nervous, excited. Age and experience are the only things keeping his hips from rocking an already hard erection against your stomach as he covers your body with his own.
If anyone was trying to tell the difference between you and Frankie as teenagers and you and Frankie now, they would find the task almost impossible. An all-consuming kiss, wandering grasping hands, and only the barest thread of restraint are all hallmarks of the two of you together. If he had still been wearing that towel it would be gone in an instant, but as it is one of your hands slides all the way down to the waistband of his sweatpants and grips in earnest.
âFuck.â Drowning in you is where he wants to stay. Barely breathing and pulling himself away to kiss down your neck. Wanting to kiss every inch of you. âIâ I got checked out.â He groans against your neck. âPhysical. Iâm clean.â
The pause that gives you is immediate, freezing under him in embarrassment. âIâI havenât yet. SinceâŠitâs only been a few days. I have condoms though.â With all the upheaval since ending things with Santiago, getting tested had slipped your mind.
âItâs â Popeâs clean.â He knows his brother in arms. He knows how the man is. He might have been a man whore before, but he doesnât sleep with multiple women. If he was with you, he was tested and only slept with you. âWhatever makes you comfortable.â
âIââ Maybe its impulsive. Or overly emotional. But when Frankie meets your eyes all you can do is tell him the truth. âI just want to feel you again.â
Frankie groans and nods, nudging his nose against yours and kissing you again. âI want that too.â He insists, pulling away to start peeling your clothes off of you as efficiently as possible.
The pair of leggings and light dress you had reached for this morning in an effort for minimal fuss might as well be nothing at all in the face of Frankieâs determination. The thin cotton dress is up over your head in no time and the leggings peel off of you with all the difficulty of a two-piece puzzle. âI didnât expect thisâŠâ you admit quietly, telling him Iâm not so many words that you would have at least picked a matching bra and panties set this morning if you thought there was a possibility he would see them.
âNeither did I,â his smooth cheek would suggest otherwise, but he grins and leans down to kiss down your chest. âBut I donât care about panties, hair, or anything else. I just want you.â
Itâs useless that he felt the need to put on pants, because now youâre pushing them off his hips with both hands and biting back a groan at the softness of him. Heâs filled out, because of course he has, and the scars from his missions echo your stretch marks in all the years that have been lost between you.
âGatitaâŠâ Your nickname comes out like a prayer, his lips worshipping every inch of your skin.
âBet itâs been a while since youâve groaned that name.â Itâs certainly been long enough since you heard it like that, a fact that shivers through you with increasing excitement.
âNot true.â He admits with a small smirk as he looks up at you. âYou were still my favorite jerk off memory.â
âStill moaning my name while you get yourself off?â Someone thatâs simultaneously the sweetest and filthiest thing youâve heard in ages and you open your legs wider to let him rest in that valley between your thighs. âLetâs see if we can give you something new to think about.â
He gives another filthy groan, aware that things have changed, but he doesnât care. Your stretch marks are gorgeous to him, you gave birth to his child. Every mark is special. You are just as sexy to him as you were when you both were teenagers. He pulls your bra down and wraps his lips around one nipple as he slides his fingers between your folds to find your clit.
âFuck, Frankie!â Careful not to be too loud since Luna is napping down the hall, you bite back letting a real shout out and it turns into more of a growl. Your hands are on him instantly, grasping at his shoulders, curling in his hair, and holding him in tight against you as your hips snap up to seek out his thick fingers.
He chuckles darkly, very pleased to find that you are reactive and vocal in your older years. Keeping you quiet had been a favorite game of his.
It isnât really that different from when you were young. The desire is there as clear as day, coursing through you and sparking with every touch. Every kiss is endlessly deep, like you hold the key to each otherâs lives somewhere inside yourselves and the hunt for that missing piece is as deliberate as it is lazy.
Fingers circle your throbbing sex, slicking themselves up with the arousal that is pouring out of you before he dips them inside. Remembering how you loved to be fingered when you were younger, even letting him do it on the subway under a jacket.
If it were anyone else, you might be embarrassed at how thoroughly dripping you are for him already. But Frankie was the first to feel how wet you get from something as simple as being kissed just right, and the hope that is making your pulse beat wildly out of time right now is that he will also be the last. The bookends of your lives might always have been meant to be each other.
The key to making your legs shake and your pussy clench around him is to start slowly. Pushing two fingers deep and curling them up as your walls stretch around him. Groaning at your nipple and flicking his tongue over the stiff peak.
For as well as he remembers your body, it might as well be yesterday that he last touched you and not twenty-five years ago. Your back bows and you moan again, fingernails scraping against his scalp in the way that always makes him growl gorgeously.
âShit.â Frankie hisses in pleasure, pulling his fingers back and enjoying the sucking sound that they make in your sopping wet pussy. Only to press his thumb to your clit and plunge them back deep again.
The whines and whimpers he pulls from you are as deliberate as any musician playing their instrument in an orchestra. He still plays you expertly. Like muscle memory. He is the one who taught you so much of what brings you pleasure, and you did the same for him. It's all you can do in this moment to get your mind into high gear like the rest of your body, and reach down with one hand and wrap your fingers around his cock.
"Fuck." He groans, rocking his hips up towards the long-wanted touch of your hands. "You always touch meâ fuck," he moans your name. "You touch me like no one else ever has."
"Always make me feel so good, baby," you pant out, body twisting every second to be able to be as close to him as possible. "Always want to return the favor."
"You will." He promises. "Let me make you feel good."
"You always do." The promise is absolute, because he really always knows how to make you feel better than anything else ever could.
His fingers continue to pump into you, working you higher and higher as every sensitive nerve ending in your pussy is set on fire by his touch. The tell-tale sign is when your legs begin to shake, thighs tightening and pussy clenching around his fingers. The long strokes of your hand over his cock stutter as pleasure starts to short-circuit your mind, making you forget everything except how good you feel. Frankie has always been good with his hands, but he's definitely learned a few tricks over the years.
Your pussy clenches around his fingers like a vice and he keeps pumping them into you. Wanting to wring you of every second of pleasure you will give him. The quiet cry of his name is like a shot of lightning through his system. "Good girl, fuck gatita. You're so good for me."
It's not you who is being good right now, but Frankie who is treating you so well that when you cry out in pleasure there are actual tears in your eyes. The peak of that pleasure that he's been building you up to is so high that you almost get the sensation of falling when your body finally tenses, shaking you apart at the seams so that the only part of you that hangs on as you start to cum are the parts of you that he has claimed as his own.
His lips still skim over your body as he works you through it. Whispering praises into your skin in Spanish as he watches your face in awe. Struck by how beautiful you are, crushed that he has been so stupid as to walk away so long ago. Determine to make up for lost time.
Whimpering when the aftershocks leave you limp underneath him, both of your hands urge Frankie back up your body, needing to kiss him more than you need air in this moment.
He hums proudly as he shuffles up, kissing you lazily with a grin curving his lips. âSounds like you just came, gatita.â He teases quietly.
âYouâre a menace, Frankie Morales.â The observation is as true now was it was twenty-five years ago.
"Your menace." He adds, smirking slightly as he kisses you again. It sounds amazing, being yours again. He's always been yours in his heart, but now...it's a second chance for both of you.
âI love you, baby.â Another kiss for him is gentler this time. His face is full of promises and his eyes shine bright in the early afternoon light that streams in through his windows.
"I love you." He vows softly, reaching up and caressing your cheek. "I want to make love to you."
âPlease.â It might sound like begging, and maybe it is, but itâs been far too long since the last time you laid in this manâs arms and right now you donât want to be anywhere else.
Every touch is calculated, timed. Meant to show you how much he is cherishing you and this moment means the world to him. He kisses your lips and whispers his love for you once again as he shifts and lines up with your welcoming entrance.
Every stitch of clothing between you is gone along with your inhibitions. Nothing to interrupt you as long as Luna stays asleep and you are definitely not going to do anything to wake up that angel. You'll swallow down every cry or pour it into kissing Frankie and just basking in the beauty of having him back in this moment.
"I love you, gatita." They were the same words that he had whispered to you when he had pushed inside you the first time, repeated now as he slowly starts to sink into you. Watching every micro expression you make as he feels like he is coming home.
âI love you sâso much.â Youâve never been overtly emotional about sex. Not really. You werenât the kind of girl who cried at the emotional moment of losing your virginity or got choked up over a loving vow made in the heat of the moment. But being so connected with Frankie again almost has you in tears at the sheer rightness of this moment.
Frankieâs arms slide under you, pulling you close as he starts to pull his hips back. Not wanting there to be an inch of space between you when there doesnât have to be. âItâs okay, Iâve got you.â He whispers. âNot letting you go again.â
The promise rolls through you with such seriousness that you cling to him a little more tightly. âNever going to let you go.â When his hips tilt forward again, filling you and pressing your bodies together just that much tighter, you could swear you feel one of the cracks in your heart knit back together.
His own heart doesnât ache anymore, the missing piece that has been gaping in his chest is returned to him. Slotted right back into place perfectly and making him whole. Kissing you again as age and emotions make this time last much longer than your first together.
Moans and praises stay stifled not because of a small apartment with family nearby, not because of friends or because the moment is stolen or illicit, but because youâre drowning in kissing each other the entire time. Every movement is fluid, moving one into the other so it is impossible to tell where you end and he begins, all that matters is that youâre not letting go. Nothing else matters if it isnât something you can do together â because youâll never be apart again.
Nothing has ever been as magical as this moment, beyond the first moment he held Luna after she was just born. Nothing can compare to the utter tranquility in his soul, the quiet in his mind as he gives and takes from you in equal parts.
Who knows how long you stay in that bed, turning over each other, clinging and moaning low into drawn out kisses. Who knows how long you stay there or how many times you change positions, keeping each other as close as possible while you work through the bliss of reunion up to the precipice of pleasure. By the time his hips start to stutter and the coil of orgasm starts to tug at the pit of your stomach, youâre on top of him â riding him even as you pour your heart into sobbing praise.
Looking up at you in wonder, all he can do is watch as you splinter yourself into pieces on top of him. Mixing and mingling with him until he is tugging you back close and devouring your mouth in another kiss. Breathing his amazement into you.
You shatter together, finding that remarkable peak of pleasure all at once, and holding tight to each other as you ride out the aftershocks as one.
It goes on forever. Or at least it seems too. Both of you drifting down together until you are collapsed against his chest and breathless. Frankie aching with the first good pain heâs felt in such a long time.
âI love you, baby.â This is it. This is home. The closest to paradise you have ever been or will ever be is in this manâs arms and youâre not going to let another second of your life pass without him being a part of it.
âI love you too, gatita.â He wraps an arm around you and strokes your bare back softly. âI had a thought today, one thatâs horrible, but itâs true.â You hum, lifting up to your elbow to look at him curiously. âI wished that you were Lunaâs mother. That she was our second baby together.â He chuckles. âOr that late in life âwhoopsâ.â
âYou never know,â you hum softly, cradled on his chest with your knees still bracketing his hips. If you never move again, youâll be only too happy to be this close to him. âI still have a couple of years in me as far as baby making goes. Only a few, but theyâre still there. And LunaâŠFrankie, I already love her. It doesnât matter that I didnât give birth to her myself.â
His brow lifts in surprise. âWould you really want that?â He asks seriously. âAnother baby? With me?â
âI donât know if itâs possible or safe,â you remind him gently, lifting your head to kiss him again. âBut what if I made an appointment with my doctor to get checked out? Let her tell us if itâs a bad idea before we get our hearts set on it?â
âWhatever you want.â Frankie agrees. âIâm clean.â He promises you softly. âIâm never touching any of that shit ever again.â He told you about the coke and you had taken it surprisingly well, but he wants to remind you that heâs serious.
"I know, love." It was a long and twisted road that led him to that, and Marie was the one driving the proverbial car, so you know it's behind him for sure. But you also know Rachel would never forgive him if he relapsed and something happened to little Luna, and he has the love of two daughters hanging in the balance now. "I also know, whatever happens, I love you and I'm going to be right here at your side."
âMy license is going to be reinstated.â He whispers quietly. âOne of the board members told me. Itâs not official yet, but heâŠ.wanted to let me know.â
"Honey that'sâ that's fantastic." You dive in to kiss him again before reluctantly sliding off of him, letting yourself be tucked into his side instead. "We're gonna make it work this time, Frankie. Every bit of it."
âEven if I donât fly right away, I have my retirement. My disability.â He promises. âI can help you. I need to help you.â
"We'll make up a budget, and we'll make sure everyone is contributing to the house somehow." The grin playing at your lips is soft, and you brush some hair out of his eyes. "Luna can contribute with giggles. The adults will take care of the rest."
âShe also blows great raspberries.â He jokes, still slowly caressing your back and hoping this moment never ends.
As if the mention of her name was enough, the sounds of movement from over the baby monitor are nondescript for a minute or so before the soft cooing of a wakening baby turns to the blustering that comes before cries. "Well..." you huff a small laugh and lift yourself up on your elbow. "At least she let us finish."
Frankie laughs and taps your hip. âIâll get her.â He promises.
"I'm gonna clean up and then I'll meet you downstairs?" The domesticity of the whole thing makes you smile, and you lay back on the pillow again to admire him as he hauls himself out of bed to pull on his boxers and grabs the baby monitor.
Frankie coos when he opens the door, instantly moving over to the crib to get Luna out. âItâs okay, baby girl. Daddyâs gotcha.â
It is okay. Life may not be perfect yet but the promise of it is there. He has you back, he has both of his daughters, and heâs going to make it work this time. You all are. As a family.
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Oh, I love this series! The whole thing is so hot, but this? Whew! This scene wrecked me đ€€
Chapter 3: Continue Session
Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader
Word Count: 4.9k
Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, Sex Worker!Frankie, implied other Triple Frontier Boys!Sex Workers, watch me make up shit about sex work, descriptions of male and female bodies, oral sex (f receiving), female masturbation, fingering (f receiving), safe PiV sex, a touch of Feral Frankie, one ass slap, fingers in mouths, cum eating, some angst and feelings sprinkled in there for flavor.
Notes: All the smut's in this chapter as if I hid my romance novel inside my Complete Works of Shakespeare while riding the subway.
Cross-posted on AO3
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Frankie smiles but taps your lips lightly.
âIâm a stickler for these things, so verbally too, please.â
âYes, Frankie, pleaseâŠplease go down on me.â Frankieâs lips part and a sigh slips out of them.
âIâm so glad youâre allowing me to give you this,â he murmurs into your skin as he lays an open-mouth kiss on your collarbone, his tongue thick and slippery. He grips the edge of your towel and sits up to look at you. Lust shrouds your vision in a haze he barely cuts through.
âCan I have you naked?â
âYes,â you rush out, hardly waiting for the words to spill out of his mouth. Like a precious artifact he unwraps you, his hands soft and reverent against your humid skin. He takes a moment to drink in the sight of your body, and you want to feel embarrassed but instead you feel fucking powerful. This man, so handsome and strong and capable, looks like heâs going to crumble just looking at you.
His lips travel down your body, skimming over your nipple with a brief nip and a lick, skipping down your stomach as Frankie repositions himself at the foot of the bed. With your legs slightly parted, he eases his hands under your knees and pulls you further down. The force of it makes your breasts bounce and your legs fall open for him to gaze on.
âFucking beautiful,â he groans, his hands gripping your thighs as he pushes you wider for him. A longer moan falls from his lips as he sees the evidence of your arousal. âFuck. Fuck. Are you sure, babe?â His eyes dart back up, desperate with his lips parted and tongue resting between them.
âYes, please,â you manage to whisper at this gorgeous man falling apart between your legs.
âFuck, thank you,â he moans before slotting between your thighs. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, your cunt spread out for him. Looking up at you again, he catches your wide eyes before letting a positively filthy smile curl his lips. You open your mouth to say something but Frankie lowers his mouth to your core, unfurling his tongue and running it thickly through your drenched sex.
Frankie was absolutely right - he was good at eating pussy, and he clearly loved doing it. No teasing little touches or light licks, he buries his face in you, jaw working as he strokes and flutters. You are speeding towards an orgasm faster than you thought possible, hands fisting into the bedspread and thighs flexing around his head. Frankie tilts his face up to look at you, and your arousal gleams from the bridge of his nose down to coat his mustache. It must be dripping off his chin from how wet you feel.
âCareful, you crush my melon and this all stops pretty quick,â he teases and your laugh dissolves into breaths and moans as Frankie dips his head back into you.
Itâs unlike any man whoâs ever eaten you out before. Frankieâs hands wrap around your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh firmly to keep you right where he wants you. His eyes are closed, and the noises heâs making into your cunt threaten to actually drive you mad. Groans and sighs and swallows that are interrupted by gulps of air as you worry he might actually suffocate himself between your legs. Maybe crushing his head was the kinder way to go. Every vocalization and rumble drives more heat and slick to your cunt and Frankie feasts on you with an abandon that is hurtling you towards completion.
Frankieâs talented tongue pauses as he tilts his head to watch your pinched face and lips open in bliss. His breath is hot and fast against you, still dipping in for quick tastes and bristly kisses against your flesh.
âPleaseâŠâ he whispers, and the plosive of the P against your clit sends a jolt through your body. You force yourself to look down at him and if anything could make you cum on command, it would be Frankieâs face begging in the valley of your sex.
âWhatâŠâ you try, but your mouth is dry from all of the panting youâd been doing. You wet your lips and try again. âWhat do you need, gorgeous boy?â Frankieâs eyes roll up in his head and he drops his forehead to your mound, shoulders like golden plains stretched out behind him. He kisses your flesh then moans into it.
âPlease touch me, baby. Need to feel you while I taste you.â
Lost in the pleasure boiling your brain, you want nothing more than for Frankie to feel even a fraction of what heâs giving you. You release the bedspread and weave your fingers into his hair, the moan that rumbles against your skin deep enough to spur on one of your own.
âFucking beautiful girl, Iâm going to make this so good for you,â he says, turning his face up to you. His eyes are glossy and barely focused on you, his lips parted sinfully. You try to speak but all words are punched out of your lungs and thoughts when Frankie rolls your clit against his tongue, his eyes still locked with yours. Fighting to keep your own eyes open, your mouth falls into a wordless O and your brows knit together in a face that almost looks pained.
âFuck, Frankie, youâre fucking amazing,â you pant out, and the praise has his smile breaking through. He seals his mouth around you, working the flat of his tongue up and down. The pressure and speed is sublime and you feel the telltale swell and tightening of your orgasm approaching.
âFrankie, gonnaâŠâ you start to warn him, worried you might break his nose. Frankie moans like a man saved.
âYes, fuck, give it to me. I fucking want it,â he growls into your cunt, and that sets you over the edge.
Your fingers are still in his hair, ready to yank him off, but he feels them tighten and lets go of your hips. Grabbing both wrists he pulls your hands from his hair and shifts up and above to press you into the bed, your thighs tightening around his ears. He holds your wrists at your sides and uses his new-found leverage to bury his face in your cunt just as you begin cumming.
The pressure, the friction, the insistent roll and press of his tongue and lips and jaw shreds your orgasm out of you. You wail as your hips rock and shudder against Frankieâs face. Chest heaving, you pant out Frankieâs name so he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that heâs the one responsible for the most earth-shattering orgasm youâve ever had. It feels long yet incomplete, the pleasure ebbing down but your body still thrumming with energy and arousal. Youâve never cum and still felt this turned on after. What the hell did Frankie do to you?
Once your hips relax, Frankie eases back on the pressure and drags his tongue through you with long, slow licks. Heâs careful not to press too hard against your clit, instead lapping around your entrance and sucking at your skin.
âHoly shit Frankie, Iâve never cum that hard before,â you choke out, hands coming up to your face to feel if you were still there. Your skin tingles all over, your head light, but Frankie only hums into your cunt before settling back down at the foot of the bed. His big hands are back on your thighs and he leans his head against your knee, your legs still framing him. He gives you a blissed-out smile, your arousal shining on his skin and making his mustache and beard look oiled.
âGlad I could be of service,â he chuckles, and you feel a dip in the moment, emptier at the phrasing. He was here to service you, but in those frantic moments it all blended together into something raw and animal. Youâd forgotten yourself, and suddenly were embarrassed by your reaction. Of course he was good at making women cum.
Frankie taps his fingers on your thighs, directing your attention back to him. Fuck, heâs so gorgeous, like a lewd demigod between your legs. You push down your insecurities, blanket them in the afterglow.
âHey, Iâm fucking ecstatic that you came that hard. I loved every second of it.â He turns his head just enough to kiss the inside of your knee. âHow are you feeling?â
You ponder your body for a moment, thrumming but somewhat satiated.
âIâm great, you were fantastic,â you pant out, and a mix of concern and heat flashes over Frankieâs face.
âOh, donât tell me this pussyâs gotten greedy and needs another?â Frankieâs head drags down your inner thigh and hovers close enough that you feel the heat of his skin radiate against your cunt. âI would never leave you unsatisfied, gorgeous girl.â The endearment makes a shiver run through you and Frankie definitely takes note of it.
âLetâs go a little slower this time. That last one was a race to the finish. Letâs meander.â Frankieâs fingers stroke up and down your thighs as he places little kisses along the creases of your body.
âFrankie, you donât have toâŠâ you start to say, and the look he shoots up at you quiets your voice.
âIf you want me to stop, I will,â Frankie pauses to scrape his teeth along your skin, looking up at you to watch your reaction. âBut if you think, for some reason, that I wouldnât want to make you cum againâŠâ His right hand slides off your thigh and disappears past the edge of the bed. He closes his eyes and sighs as you feel the muscles in his shoulder tighten, his arm flexing as he lets his lips part. A new rush of arousal comes at the realization that heâs trying to release tension from his cock. â...you should know how much I enjoyed doing it.â
âFuck, FrankieâŠâ you whisper, and he smiles into your skin. Itâs so soft and affectionate you canât help your hands going to his face and caressing his jaw. Your fingers scratch through his beard and he leans into your touch. Heâs still damp from you near his lips, which you trace with your thumb. Mouthing at you, he chases your touch with half-closed eyes as he brings his hand back up to cradle yours. Itâs intimate, Frankie pressing your palm to his face and looking up at you with kind, gentle eyes.
âIf you say no, Iâll stop,â he whispers, and youâre feeling so far from that you barely recognize the word.
âYes, Frankie,â you whisper back. He smiles and guides your fingers to his mouth, taking you first two inside and pressing his tongue up against them. The sensation is foreign, you being used to men wanting this the other way around, but Frankieâs skilled mouth sucks you in and swirls around your curious digits. You press against his tongue and his eyelids flutter, humming as you feel his jaw twitch against you.
He releases your fingers and drops back down to nose at your cunt.
âTouch yourself,â he asks, his hands tightening on your thighs and pulling them further apart. âFuck, please touch yourself and let me watch.â
His words are making you lightheaded as you trail your wet fingers down to brush against your clit. Youâve passed over-sensitivity and your body melts into your familiar caress. You circle your clit in the practiced way you like, sliding down to wet your fingers further in your slick. Frankie moans, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles as you drag back up to tease yourself.
You set a soft but purposeful pace, dipping down for more of your arousal when the friction gets on the wrong side of pleasurable. Frankie pants and whispers out soft âfucksâ with his eyes glued to your hand. He alternates between stroking your thighs and burying his face in them when watching you please yourself becomes too much to handle.
As you feel your body building the foundations for your second orgasm, Frankie moans and presses his face against your hand. You stop moving, feeling his lips ghost over your flesh.
âDonât stop baby, please,â he begs, spurring you back on. âSo fucking sexy,â he adds, and you feel his tongue teasing at your entrance before he presses it into you. The feeling makes your hand stutter as he pulses hard into you, wet and slippery and thick and delicious. His jaw is open wide, his upper lip and mustache tickling the tips of your fingers. Itâs hot and lewd and intense as you feel your hips begin to roll down on his face. The open-mouthed chuckle he lets out makes you keen back at him.
âThat good baby? You like it when I fuck you with my tongue?â His voice is muffled in your folds but no less sexy. âWant to feel you clench, get as deep inside you as I can, fuck, baby.â
You dig your other hand in his hair, the drive to fall into bliss again making your movements needier.
âShouldnât talk with your mouth full,â you shoot back with a teasing smile. Frankieâs eyes snap up to you as he pushes back from your cunt with a lopsided smile.
âThat was so fucking cute,â Frankie laughs, and for a moment you both just giggle into each other, Frankie shaking above you and you quivering below him. As you look up at him, broad chest framed by your knees, his hips still hidden by the edge of the bed, a flash of what he would look like fucking you fills your vision.
As quickly as it comes itâs dashed away as Frankie dives back into your cunt, a few huffed laughs still coming out of him. âOkay, enough teasing, let me finish you off. Hold yourself open for me,â he asks, and you spread your fingers to reveal your flushed clit to Frankieâs appreciative gaze. He licks his lips and begins flicking his tongue against it over and over, alternating between pointed circles and wide laps that have your nerves singing. He pauses the assault to lick up the length of your fingers, flitting his tongue against the webbing between them and sucking on your knuckles. Itâs dirty and hot and makes your hips grind up for release.
Frankie finally pulls your hand away, settling between your legs and lifting his head up just enough so you can see his pink tongue disappearing into your folds. You whine, unable to tear your eyes away as he ramps you up higher and higher. Plunging your hands into his hair, he stretches his arms up to cup your breasts and caress your nipples with his thumbs.
âCâmon baby, use my face to get you off. Let me feel those hips fuck my tongue,â he pants, laying the broad flat of it against your cunt and applying the barest of pressures. By now your need is mounting, and you want to cum bad enough that youâd hump his flannel for release.
You begin rolling your hips against him, letting your body slide up and down his talented tongue over and over at the perfect angle. Your hands guide him, fingers scratching against his scalp and winding into his curls as you hold him in place. The texture is soft and damp at the roots where sweat is beading along his hairline. Fingers swipe and circle and squeeze at your breasts, sending sharp little pinpoints of pleasure to grow inside you. Frankieâs eyes are ravenous, flashing excitement and a lust that pitches you closer and closer until he slides forward and sucks your clit into his mouth.
The final bit of pressure releases and you crest your peak, feeling tears well in your eyes at the perfection of it. Frankie releases your clit and shoves his tongue into your spasming cunt, moaning wantonly so the vibrations prolong your pleasure. It feels like several minutes before your back falls to the mattress, limbs shaking with exhaustion and your chest heaving.
Frankie stays in your cunt, licking up the last of your cum before letting your legs fall back to the bed bonelessly. He wipes his mouth with his hand, removing the last vestiges of your pleasure as he strokes your legs. You urge yourself to look down at him and his smile is dazzling.
âThat was fucking amazing baby, I knew you had it in you.â Heâs almost giddy at your multiple orgasms, looking at you like a wonder of the world. You motion at him to come lay beside you, but hesitation flashes over his face.
âLet me go take care of myself in the bathroom first, then Iâll lie down,â he says a little sheepishly, moving to stand up. You prop yourself up on weak elbows, about to ask what he means when you see exactly what heâs referring to.
God, how have you not seen his fucking gorgeous cock before now? He flushes at your gawking but you canât help it, itâs really a work of art. Beautifully dark and thick, nestled in curls that head to heavy balls hanging below. Heâs pleasingly curved and girthy, and as he wraps his large hand around it you think you could cum again just looking at him.
âLet me justâŠjerk off so I have enough blood going to the right head,â he jokes, but you donât smile. Instead you push yourself up on your knees, meeting Frankie at the end of the bed. His eyes are uncertain, the first hint of insecurity youâve seen. You weave your fingers through his hair and while his hand doesnât release his needy cock, his eyes shut as you touch him.
âCan I kiss you?â you ask, ghosting your fingers over his lips. Itâs about damn time you knew how his mouth tastes. Frankie struggles for a moment, his hand tightening on his cock and a line forming between his brows, before he says, âPlease.â
His mouth is like fire against yours, hot and overpowering in its hunger. He licks into you almost immediately, your flavor lingering on his tongue. His other hand comes up to cradle your head, and youâre enveloped in the lust heâs trying hard to keep under control.
âWhy would you jerk off in the bathroom?â you ask, and between kisses Frankie tries to tell you.
âNot yourâŠjob to get me offâŠs'not a problemâŠjust got meâŠso fucking turned onâŠâ
You silence him with one more languid kiss, sucking on his tongue to elicit a moan, before parting.
âDid you bring condoms with you?â you ask, pressing a kiss to a bald spot along his jaw. Frankieâs breathing stutters.
âYou didnât wantâŠâ
âPlease tell me youâre a well-prepared man,â you say, pulling away to look him dead in the eyes, âBecause I want you to cum inside me.â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â Frankie repeats, capturing your mouth again and crushing you into his chest. âYeah, Iâve got one in my wallet.â Frankie kisses like he wants to consume you, hands trying to pull you deeper into himself. âItâs not old, I promise,â he adds and you laugh against his temple.
âPlease fuck me Frankie,â you purr and you feel his hips press against yours. His cock is hard and hot against your stomach, his head dragging precum against your skin. He buries his head in your shoulder and shakes it firmly.
âNot yet, need to get you open for me.â Frankie hurries his hand between your legs and drags his fingers through the soft wetness. You sigh as he teases you, then fills you with one of his beautifully thick fingers.
âFuck, Frankie, thatâs so good,â you breathe, and he hums against your skin.
âHow long has it been since someone fucked you?â he says, sliding in and out of you before curling against a spot that makes your hips buck.
âToo long,â you tease, and he pulls his face from your shoulder to watch. His arm locks around your back, and you place both hands on those well-muscled shoulders to steady yourself.
âThat is a damn crime,â he says, nipping at your chin when your head falls back at his skillful fingers. âI can barely tear myself away from this,â and he presses a second one into you. Your fingers tighten on his shoulders and he smiles sinfully. âThatâs a good girl, taking me so well.â
You rock your hips against his hand, his fingers curling and sliding inside you. You feel tight around him and the press of his large cock against you warrants the warm-up. Youâve had a couple well-endowed lovers but none that cared to take the time Frankie is.
Suddenly a spike of panic and heat flashes over you.
âFrankie, what timeâŠâ you start to say, turning your head to find a clock. âFuck, I didnât evenâŠâ
Frankie chuckles and gently captures your lips.
âWe have plenty of time baby.â His kiss is sweeter now, the fullness of his bottom lip caught between yours. âStay here with me.â
Frankie takes another minute to work in a third finger, the stretch intense but guided by slick circles of his thumb against your clit. Your thighs have started to tremble, spread wide and held open to let Frankieâs large hand cup you. He canât keep his mouth off of you, pressing it on any skin within reach. The span of his hand across your back grips you in near desperation, and when he removes his fingers you keen at the loss.
âWait right here baby, Iâll be right back,â Frankie murmurs in your ear, hurrying to get his jeans from the bathroom floor. You get an excellent view of his tight ass and the softly sculpted planes of his back as you lean back on the bed.
With a few muttered curses and the clang of a belt buckle on tile Frankie returns, ripping the condom wrapper as he strides back up to the bed. He stops at the foot just long enough to roll it over his cock before climbing between your legs. Your arms go around his neck as he lifts you further up the bed, dropping you against the pillows. The casual strength makes you lightheaded.
âBaby, I have been on the edge this whole time so Iâm going to try my best to last for you,â he pants and you stroke your hands down his back. He swallows hard and closes his eyes, his brow furrowing.
âFuck, your hands feel good,â he bites out. He kneels between your legs, hands planted on either side of your hips and dragging his heavy gaze over the expanse of your body.
âTell me what you like baby, Iâll fuck you any way you want,â he growls out, lust deepening the color of his eyes. His brows are heavy and pulled together, tongue resting on the droop of his lower lip. You try to think about how to start, where you want to go with this powerful man at your mercy.
âSit up against the headboard, I want to start out riding you,â you manage, and Frankie's face breaks like a man whoâs heard the voice of god. âI donât need you to be gentle here. I like being fucked like you canât get enough of it.â
Frankie moves to do exactly as you say, leaning back against the headboard and reaching his hands out.
âGood thing I already canât get enough of you,â he says, and the sincerity in his face is too much. Heâs been so accommodating and in tune with you that it makes the transactional nature of this moment rush to the forefront. You crawl up his legs and hover over his lap, unable to meet his eyes so instead turning them down to his twitching length. His hands come around your hips, firm and warm. You move to begin sinking down on him when he stops you.
âHey.â The word is quiet, inquisitive. You look back up at the veil of concern on Frankieâs face. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you say, letting your hands travel over Frankieâs broad chest and biceps.
âYou sure? You looked a little faraway for a second there. Do you want to stop?â Fucking sweet Frankie with a cock that looks like itâs ready to detonate and heâs still checking in.
âYeah, itâs justâŠyou donât have to do that. Iâm completely satisfied with all of this, you donât need to keep doing the...roleplay things,â you manage to get out. Frankieâs face is lost for a second, a flash of sadness before he schools his expressions into deference.
âOkay, fair enough. From here on out, you donât want me to say things Iâm not feeling. Correct?â
âYeah, we can just, you know, have fun and forget about theâŠother stuff.â
Frankie nods and slides his hands up your sides, leaning close enough to graze his lips on the swell of your breast. âI can do that,â he rumbles, sliding his tongue over your nipple and sucking the soft flesh into his mouth. His hands begin urging you down to seat the head of his cock into your heat as he lavishes attention on your breasts. You gasp, lifting up slightly and then sliding back down in short strokes to tease him inside you.
âFuck, that feels amazing,â Frankie punches out, his face screwed up in concentration as you work your way down his cock. Heâs warmed you up perfectly and while heâs stretching you to your limits you are addicted to it. Frankie lets out a long whine as you take even more of him, his head dropping back to the headboard with a thud.
âThatâs it, youâre so fucking tight. Fuck, I canât fucking look at you or Iâll cum, beautiful girl stretched out on my cock. Youâre gonna fucking kill me,â he huffs out, a dazzling smile on his lips.
You slow your descent down his cock with a teasing, âoh hush,â and he snaps his eyes to you, a feral energy crackling between you now. His hands grip your hips tight, teeth baring in a way you havenât seen.
âTell me I donât mean it. Look me in the eyes and tell me Iâm lying when I say youâre captivating.â Your mouth drops open as Frankie yanks your hips down, slamming himself deep inside you. You shout before dissolving into a moan as Frankie grinds you against him. âThat Iâve been so close to cumming from just your fucking taste. Iâm fucking worshiping this pussy and I havenât spoken a goddamn lie since you walked in that door.â His hand grabs the flesh of your ass before dealing it a swat that goes straight to your clit. âNow fucking move or let me pound you into this mattress.â
You couldnât deny him if you tried. You slam your hips against his earnestly, the burn in your hamstrings worth it to see Frankie falling apart under you. He watches you fucking yourself on him as long as he can, baring his teeth and urging you on with growled âyesâsâ and âfucksâ and âright thereâs.â When he canât take the intensity he tilts his face up to the ceiling, meeting your thrusts with his hips.
âGoddammit, please tell me youâre going to cum again. Fuck, I would do anything to feel you cum on me.â Frankieâs composure and control from before has sizzled off his skin, raw sensual energy in every movement. His hips deliver strong deep thrusts into you, occasionally tapping against spots that mix pain with your pleasure in an intoxicating cocktail.
âNever beenâŠfucked like this before, Frankie. God, yeah, I think Iâm gonna cum again,â you gasp out, an edge of incredulity to your voice. Frankie moans long and loud, a chuckle rounding out the sound.
âFuck yes, baby, youâre so perfect. Iâm so glad youâre letting me fuck you this good.â He pulls himself to your chest, tucking his head under your chin to let the heat of his breath tickle between your breasts. His arms wrap around you and he lifts you up and off his cock. Your arms go instinctively around his neck as he shuffles below you, moving onto his knees and sitting back on his heels. With coiled precision he slides you back down on his cock, settling you on his thick thighs. One hand pulls you down by your shoulder, the other pressed into your back as he begins snapping his hips into you. The changed angle and the power he has under you punches high-pitched moans out of you.
âYeah baby, love hearing those sounds out of you. Your voice is so sexy, your laugh, all those filthy words, IâmâŠfuck, you feel too damn good.â Frankie pants, wincing as he tries to stave off his orgasm. Youâre so close you slip your hand between the two of you, circling the base of his cock pumping in and out of you before stroking your clit fast and firm.
âShit, shit, shit, thatâs so fucking hot, fuck fuck fuck,â Frankie dissolves into a string of curses as you drag your orgasm close to the surface, eyes locking with his.
âCum for me gorgeous boy,â you breathe out and Frankieâs frantic growl tips you over the edge just before he drops your body back on the bed, head buried in your shoulder as he pounds you into the mattress through your orgasm. Itâs hard and hot and toe-curling as you sob out the aftershocks. Frankieâs own follows just as yours is beginning to subside, shouts followed by pained moans after each pump inside you.
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Is Frankie Morales having a huge dick is canon?
Seriously. Did I miss this very important information when I watched Triple Frontier ?
Every fic about him is like :
Okay baby, let me get you ready for my gigantic fucking cock. Poor readerâs pussy needs to adjust for 48 hrs before any movements can be made.
Every fic: Will likes (is obsessed with) eatinf pussy and Frankie The LEGEND Morales could kill you with one single thrust.
So. Is it Canon?
Sure
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2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #2: Frankie Morales - Kiss in the Hammock
Number two for this event goes to @the-blind-assassin-12 for our favorite helicopter pilot. This follows along with the Life is Good storyline and takes place after Red, White and True.
Word count: 1,244
Rating: M? IDK. This one is tame but there's some suggestion.
âDamn.âÂ
You woke to the sound of his voice, sucking in a breath as your entire body jerked. The hammock beneath you swung from side to side, its motion much more fluid than it had been previously. Oh, shit.
Rocking back and forth while you tried to catch yourself using both hands, you heard the sound of quiet laughter - and then you stilled, head turning to the side. âFrankie? Iâm sorry, I fell asleep.âÂ
âYou did.â Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you stared up at him. He had the hat on his head tipped backwards, the ends of his hair curling wildly around his ears like they always did after heâd run his hands through it. âI didnât mean to wake you up.âÂ
âItâs fine.â Stretching, you closed your eyes and yawned, humming as you curled your toes inward. âI wasnât expecting you back so soon, it -â Frankie laughed again, interrupting your explanation.
âIâm back at the regular time.â What? How long was I sleeping? âWeâve got to think about getting ready to head out soon. Dinner at Ironheadâs is in an hour and a half.âÂ
You attempted to sit up, beginning to swing your legs toward where he stood. But when Frankie murmured your name, shaking his head slowly, you stopped. âWhat? You just said I need to get out of here and go inside to change.â
âWait a minute.â He let go of the edge of the hammock, bending down to untie his shoes. âWeâve got a couple, at least.âÂ
You figured out what he was doing moments later when Frankie stood again, pulling his hat off and letting it fall to the ground next to his shoes and your phone, which was face down in the neatly trimmed grass. âFranke, how much weight can these things âŠâ Trailing off when he sat at the edge and then swung his feet up, you closed your eyes as you scooted over, making space. â...hold?âÂ
âPlenty. I bought the heavy duty frame and the most durable material so that it wouldnât blow away if I couldnât get to it in time during a storm. Weâre fine.â He pressed himself against your side and then turned his head to look at you. âHi.âÂ
The way he stared at you still took you by surprise sometimes.Â
After the initial week together in Virginia and the first couple visits between you in your hometowns, youâd known things were real. When heâd admitted that he loved you on the boat only a few months prior, everything had slammed firmly into place, your feelings for him just as overwhelming and consuming as youâd ever hoped falling in love with someone would be.Â
But no matter how much you believed the words he said or how strongly you felt the same in return, it would never compare to the intensity in his eyes when they met yours. Frankie always looked at you with interest, but when he was really emotional, there was a quiet desperation there, too - the fear of losing you or ruining things hidden just behind the desire.Â
âHey, âFish.â You only used the nickname sparingly, preferring to call him by his full name if you didnât use Frankie, but when he grinned at the sound, the corners of his eyes crinkling and the dimple in his bearded cheek appearing, you knew it had been the right call that day. âHow were your flights?â
âGood. Only had three today. Two short tours and a longer one. Lots of people visiting for Thanksgiving so the longer tour was parents with a kid. He loved it up there. Reminded me of Elijah.â Of course it does. The weight of the two of you made the hammock rock gently, the side to side motion slower than it had been at your sudden, surprised movement. It felt good to lay there with him, and when Frankie finally closed his eyes and took a long breath, settling one palm against his stomach, you spoke again.Â
âI like this. With you.â He hummed out an agreement, shifting even closer and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering there. It was the first time youâd been in the hammock together, though youâd both used it separately multiple times in the days youâd spent in Florida. Maybe I should get one of these for home. âIâm glad you had a good day.âÂ
âItâs even better now.â He spoke while moving again, the man rolling onto one hip and elbow and then hooking a leg over both of yours, getting as close as possible. âI like coming home to you.â You were certain that he heard the sharp intake of breath and saw the widening of your eyes, but Frankie gave you no time to reply, his arm sliding under your neck and shoulders as he lowered his head. âA hell of a lot.âÂ
You liked him coming home to you, too, but didnât get a chance to say so before he kissed you, the manâs lips already parted by the time they met yours. Raising the arm that wasnât trapped beneath his body, you ran your fingers through Frankieâs hair, lifting your hips a few inches to reposition yourself.
That changed the way his body rested against you, but it also changed the angle of the kiss just enough for you to suck his lower lip between both of yours, increasing the pressure enough to elicit a quiet groan from him.Â
âStop that.â He mumbled the words, but you could feel the smile on his lips while he spoke. âWe donât have time.â Frankie didnât pull away though, the man kissing you again, his lips pressed against your mouth with purpose. âUnlessâŠâÂ
He backed away, blinking down at you. âUnless what?â You watched as he arched a brow, the hand not on your shoulder sliding up your side and pushing the thin hoodie you wore with it.Â
âUnless you can be quick.â His eyes darkened, Frankie glancing down and then back up. âAnd I mean really quick, because -âÂ
You pushed him away eagerly, hand firmly on his shoulder, but thanks to your position, you pushed a little too hard, Frankieâs weight - and the momentum from your shove - carrying him backwards and out of the hammock, the man tumbling to the grass with his mouth open in surprise. âOh, shit, Iâm -â You rolled, too, peeking down at him over the edge of the fabric as he blinked up at you, mouth hanging open in shock. âAre you alright?âÂ
But you were trying not to laugh, because the sight of Frankie sprawled out on the grass beneath you was downright amusing. âIâm fine. My prideâs taken a hell of a hit, butâŠâ He groaned, swiping a hand over his face. âIâll live. Probably.â Iâm sure you will.Â
Carefully, you moved so that you could stand from the hammock, one foot planted on each side of his hips. âWe should go inside and make sure.â Bending down and resting your hands on your knees, you locked eyes with him. âI can be very quick, Francisco. Can you?â His eyes darkened again before he used both elbows to push himself upright, lips crashing into yours a second time. Perfect. This is perfect.Â
âFuck being quick.â It was little more than a whisper, but you heard him nonetheless, Frankie trailing off before he tugged on your lip with his teeth, his nose wrinkling. âIronhead can wait for us.âÂ
âÂ
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Baby journey update
So after a year of trying, I have now been referred for a scan and further bloods.
I honestly never thought itâd get to this point but here we are! Obviously praying that there isnât anything seriously wrong and that if there is anything, itâs treatable. But this has honestly been the shittiest year!
This journey has obviously made certain fics difficult for me to update but I promise you all that I will! Thanks to everyone thatâs supported me through this shit show of a journey! I hope we get some answers soon!
Updates for âOnly Youâ and âOops Babyâ are in the works!
Thanks for being so patient my darlings â„ïž it means the working!
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Rock Bottom - Poorly Worded
Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tomâs death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world heâs afraid he canât get out of.
Two weeks after telling Benny about what Gavin had him doing, Frankie gets a chance to catch up with Tyler.
Pairing: Frankie âCatfishâ Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1714 Chapter: 22/?
Warnings: mentions of past drug use, mentions of past forced prostitution, talk of sex work
Note: This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
Part 21 / Part 1 / Masterpost
Two weeks. Two excruciatingly long weeks since Frankie had sat with Benny and told him about Gavin pimping him out. Two weeks since Benny had looked at him with such pity that Frankie had emptied his stomach into the trash can in Bennyâs kitchen before apologetically leaving. Two weeks since heâd last spoke to his former squad mate.
To try and distract himself, Frankie had thrown himself into his work. Malcolm still had no work at the shop, so instead Frankie had found himself working more at Tillyâs. Tilly was out of the country, so it had just been him with Henry, one of Tillyâs men, occasionally dropping by. Henry was nice enough and had even dropped off a coffee machine for Frankie to use in the garage.
Other than work, Frankie had been texting with Tyler. Tyler had been away filming some videos with a friend in Los Angeles. Frankie had been both hurt and relieved to hear Tyler had been working away. Hurt that Tyler hadnât told him, but relieved that he hadnât been deliberately ignoring Frankie. As soon as heâd returned, Tyler had text Frankie an apology for being out of contact, explaining that his phone had been damaged during the flight out to California and how much heâd missed Frankie.
Tonight was going to be the first time seeing Tyler in a long time, and Frankie wanted everything to be perfect. With so much free time on his hands, Frankie had spent the day cleaning his apartment from top to bottom. By the time he was finished, the apartment was practically sparkling, and Frankie was sure the place hadnât been this tidy since heâd first moved in. Everything and every room was clean, bedsheets changed and Frankie had even cooked. He wasnât the best chef, but what he could make he made damn well. With food ready in the oven, Frankie was just wiping down the counter when he heard a knock at his door.
Anxiously straightening his t-shirt and smoothing his hair as he made his way to the door, Frankie let out a few calming breaths. Opening it, Frankieâs heart leapt as he was greeted by Tylerâs handsome, smiling face.
âHey you.â Tyler wrapped his arms around Frankie, pulling him into a tight hug. âFucking missed you.â
âI missed you so much.â Frankie mumbled into Tylerâs neck, breathing in the younger manâs scent.
âCome on.â Tyler pulled back, still smiling. âLetâs take this inside. Your neighbors will talk.â
Laughing, Frankie stepped aside for Tyler before following him inside. Tyler let out a whistle looking around nodding.
âWow babe.â Tyler chuckled, grabbing Frankie and pulling him into another embrace. âLook at this place. Very tidy. Youâve been busy.â
âWanted everything to be nice for you.â Frankie murmured into Tylerâs lips. Tyler sighed happily, parting his lips to allow Frankie entrance.Â
Frankie let his eye flutter shut as he eased his tongue against Tylerâs. He could feel Tyler pressing himself against Frankie, as their hands began to wander over the otherâs body. The world melted away until there was only him and Tyler standing in his sitting room, devouring each other. After what felt like an eternity and a split second simultaneously, Frankie broke the kiss, gasping for air.
âI missed this.â Tyler nuzzled his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses up to behind his ear. âIâm sorry Iâve been so weird. Thereâs no excuse.â
âHey, itâs not your fault.â Frankie pulled back to look Tyler in the eyes. âIt canât be easy knowing what Tilly wants me for.â
âDude, I fuck people for a living.â Tyler shook his head. âI just flew to L.A. to fuck two guys. I have no right to get pissy with you.â
âNot gonna lie and say that doesnât make me jealous. Maybe we should just not talk about our jobs.â Frankie shrugged, but Tyler continued to shake his head.
âNo.â Tyler pulled Frankie over to the sofa, wrapping him up in a tight hug once they were both seated. âLook, while I was staying with my buddy, I told him what was up. Not everything but the gist. He set me straight.â Tyler let out a laugh. âTold me I was being a shitty boyfriend. So from now on I want you to know you can talk to me about anything.â
Frankie could feel his cheeks heating up and his cock twitch as Tyler said the word boyfriend. Theyâd never put a name to this thing they had, but hearing Tyler say it now made Frankie feel seventeen again.
âHave you gone all quiet cos I said boyfriend?â Tyler chuckled in his ear, snapping Frankie out of his thoughts.Â
âYes.â Frankie nodded, ducking his head down into the crook of Tylerâs neck, giggling. âNever had a boyfriend before.â
âAnd your first one is scandalously young?â Tyler let out an exaggerated fake gasp. âFrank Morales. What will people say?â
âFrancisco.â Frankie kissed Tylerâs cheek. âMy first name is Francisco, but people call me Frankie, or Frank, or Fish. Well, Catfish.â
âFrancisco. I like it. Oh yeah!â Tyler sat up straight, untangling himself from Frankie. âYou never did tell me why thatâs your nickname.â
âHow about I tell you while we eat.â Frankie leaned forward, planting another kiss on the tip of Tylerâs nose. âI cooked.â
After their stomachs were full and the sky was dark, Frankie joined Tyler on the sofa again to watch TV. Tyler chatted happily, asking Frankie what he wanted to watch, but it didnât matter. So long as he could lay on the sofa with Tyler pulled close to his chest, Frankie was happy. As the hours drifted by, Frankie could feel himself starting to doze, lulled by the warmth of Tylerâs body against his own. His eyes felt heavy and he was aware of his head dropping back every few moments as he began to nod off.
Suddenly his phone let out a series of beeps, indicating he had a message, as well as vibrating in his pocket. Both he and Tyler jumped at the unexpected noise, before both laughing softly. Digging his phone out of his pocket, Frankie squinted at the screen as Tyler climbed up off the sofa.
âI think I fell asleep.â The younger man grinned, stretching his arms up over his head, exposing his stomach as his t-shirt rode up slightly. âEverything ok?â
âYeah.â Frankie frowned at his phone. âNo. Fuck.â
Dropping back down onto the sofa, Tyler began rubbing Frankieâs leg. âWhatâs up? Who is it?â
âMy friend Ben.â Frankie sat up, his eyes still fixed on the phone. âI⊠I told him about the stuff for Gavin.â
âOh. When?â
âCouple of weeks ago.â Frankie swallowed hard, reading over Bennyâs message again. âWeâve not spoken since. He told me he needed time to process it all. Heâs just sent me a text saying that heâs sorry for leaving it so long and how sorry he is that that happened to me. I donât know how to feel about that.â
âI get that.â Tyler nodded, still rubbing Frankieâs leg. âItâs not the best way to word it, but your friend is upset that he couldnât do anything to help you out of that situation. Thatâs how I felt when I found out. How much did you tell him?â
âNot everything.â Frankie shrugged, throwing his phone onto the coffee table. âHe already knew Iâd been pimped out, and I think he guessed what for. But I didnât tell him about the videos or Tilly.â
âWhy not?â
Frankie let out a harsh laugh. âIâm ashamed. What Iâm doing for Tilly⊠I donât want people to know. I donât even like saying it out loud. But this is my job now. My full time job soon. I finish my notice at Malcolmâs next week. Fuck.â Frankie jumped to his feet and started to pace.
âFuck.â He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. âI donât know what Iâm fucking doing, and one of my oldest friends says heâs sorry it happened to me. But all of this⊠itâs still going on. Plus, I made this mess. Iâm not some fucking passive damsel. I let Gavin do those things to me because I wanted drugs. It was my choice. I choose to work for Tilly. I made this.â
âYeah, working for Tilly isnât ideal babe.â Tyler stood and pulled Frankie into a gentle hug. âBut weâll figure it out. Right now Tilly is your only income, but you know I can help you with that. But only if you want to do it. Iâd never push you into doing vids.â
âIâm not opposed to doing them.â Frankie sighed. âAnd they would mean money that isnât coming from Tilly, but they create the same problem Iâm worried about with Tilly and the videos Gavin made.â
âThat someone you know will see them?â
âYeah.â
âOk.â Tyler stepped back to look Frankie in the face. âI donât know what to do about Tilly and Gavâs vids. Yet. But any you did with me would be behind a paywall on specific sites. Someone would have to go looking for them.â
âI know.â Frankie let out a long sigh, dropping back down to slump on the sofa. âIâm just scared, I guess. That all this will be used against me if I try to get my daughter back.â
âI donât have the answers babe, Iâm sorry.â Tyler stood up, offering his hands to pull Frankie back to his feet. âAll we can try to do is make a plan to deal with it if it happens. Look, letâs get some sleep. Itâs late, weâre both tired. In the morning things might feel less⊠I dunnoâŠâ
âLess shit?â Frankie laughed mirthlessly as he followed Tyler into the bedroom. âYouâre right. I thought it would be the end of the world if Ben found out about Gavin, but it wasnât. It doesnât feel fucking good, but he still wants to know me, so thatâs something.â
âExactly.â Tyler began pulling off his clothes before climbing into bed. âWeâll figure it out. Now come here.â Tyler opened his arms wide and Frankie crawled into bed and into Tylerâs warm embrace. Perhaps his young boyfriend was right, perhaps everything would feel better in the morning.
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