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I sat outside on the steps leading up to Frank's NYC apartment smoking a cigarette, pulling out my phone to text him.
"Hey love I'm outside", i deleted it from the text bar.. too forward.
"I'm outside.." Much better, i thought to myself.
I was unsure of where we stood in our relationship, things have been distant, strange even. He called me first a few days ago at 3AM, and told me he missed me, six months after we decided to take our break to figure things out between us. I can't lie, when he called, i was so fucking happy. I missed him too, so much. He occupies all my thoughts, all my dreams. I think of him when I'm fucking other people. I think about him when i touch myself, and only him. It's hard because it makes it difficult for me to move on, but i am in love with him.
Removing me from my thoughts, i heard keys jangling behind me and a door closing. I knew it was him, i didn't look back. I felt him sit next to me, and i held out the cigarette for him, and he took it out of my hands, taking a long pull of the lasts of it, then flicking onto the ground. I didn't look at him, i was too scared. I was afraid I'd melt into his eyes and then just start crying. We had planned to just hang out around the city, as friends, and though it is difficult for me to see him as a friend and not a lover, i would take any chance i get to spend with him.
He had his earbuds in, the music leaking through because of how loud it was. He took out the left side, and put it in my ear, inviting me to listen to music with him. We sat there listening to Prince, my body heated despite the cold atmosphere. Only he could make my body this heated without even touching me or speaking to me.
It took everything in me to even look at him. I slowly turned my head, and look at the way he was nodding his head to the beat of the music with his eyes closed. He felt my stare on him, and looked up into my eyes, smiling at me.
"Take a walk with me." he said, taking the earbud out of my ears, pausing to slowly caress my ear, moving his hand down my jaw, letting it linger there for a while.
Instinctively, i closed my eyes and parted my lips, leaning into the touch. His hands felt so good on my face, that i let out a very soft, barely audible sigh.
"Are you coming?" he asked, making me open my eyes, and snap back to reality.
I was so lost in the feeling that i hadn't realised he stood up, beginning to walk away.
"Um.. yeah, sorry." I said, embarrassment very clear in my voice and on my face.
He waited for me to catch up to him, and only began walking when i was directly next to him.
New York was surprisingly quiet, despite it being 1 AM on a Tuesday right now. There were few people on the streets, in restaurants but not as much as it usually does. I didn't mind, it's nice to walk through a quiet city every now and then.
Walking through NYC, especially with Frank is always emotional for me. We have memories on every street, every corner, every restaurant, just everywhere.
It's hard to relive these moments, especially with someone who you are in love with and you're unsure if the feelings are returned.
"You want ice-cream?" he asked as we slowed down in front of the ice-cream shop.
I nodded my head, and he pushed open the door, holding it open for me.
He told me to sit, and he went up to the cashier and ordered for both of us. He remembered the flavour i always got when we came here.
He sat across from me in the round booth, handing me the ice-cream.
The store was empty, with only us and the cashier, sitting there on her phone paying us no mind.
"Thank you," i told him, my stomach doing flips at the thought of him remembering my flavour of choice and not hesitating to buy it for me.
"How are you?" he asked, sticking the spoon into his ice-cream, playing with it.
I was contemplating whether to be honest with him, or just take the easy way out.
"I'm.. okay i think, or at least i will be." i said, not telling the whole truth but not lying either.
"What makes you think you will be?" he asked, looking up into my eyes, putting the spoon into his mouth.
Typical Frank, he always forced a direct answer out of me. He hated vague responses, he always wanted me to elaborate and be honest with him.
"Because.. you're here now," I said, refusing to look into his eyes, and kept it fixed on the ice-cream in front of me.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, almost a whisper, his soft tone causing me to look up at him.
I nodded my head, unable to speak in fear of my voice cracking. He was making me so nervous, my face felt extremely hot.
"Then why did you wait for me to call you first?" Frank said, his leg brushing mine under the table, still eating his ice cream.
"I wanted to, so many times, but i didn't want to bother you... I know we said we were taking some time apart and i didn't want to ruin that.." surprisingly, i answered honestly. He didn't say anything, he finished his ice-cream.
I was struggling to eat mine, my stomach doing flips and turns because Frank's presence was intimidating me. His stare was a killer. The conversation we had took everything out of me. The silence was loud.
Frank scooted over closer to me in the booth, our shoulders and knees touching. He put his arm around my shoulder, turning his body towards mine.
"Relax.. i can hear you brain going 100 miles per hour." he said, chuckling, and putting his other hand on my thigh, caressing it.
"Eat your ice-cream," he moved his hand from my thigh, taking the ice-cream filled spoon and bringing it up to my mouth.
"Open.." he said, and i obliged. I opened my mouth, Frank placed the spoon on my tongue, feeding me and looking directly into my eyes.
I was extremely nervous. The heat and tension between us making me extremely hard as my bulge began to form in my boxers, fighting for release.
He kept feeding me, until the ice-cream was finished, and placed a kiss on my cheek. He took the two cups and got up to throw them away, while i quickly tried to fix the very prominent boner in my pants.
I got up and met him at the door, where he opened it for me leading me out of the shop. We began walking back to his apartment in silence, and he took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.
We arrived, after a very short walk and he let go of my hand to get the keys to his apartment.
He unlocked the door, holding it open, inviting me to go in first. I stepped in, nervously, hearing the door close behind me.
I looked around as Frank turned on the lights. His apartment was truly beautiful, it was huge, artwork everywhere, records scattered on the coffee table, truly aesthetically pleasing. It complimented him so well.
"There's a TV upstairs... do you want to watch a movie?" frank asked, taking my coat off of me and hanging it up on the rack.
I nodded and followed him up the stairs, walking slowly behind him, not to seem too eager.
His bedroom was perfect. A large bed, lovely lights, guitar, piano, books and ripped pages littered all over.
"Are you writing again?" i asked him, as i was taking off my shoes.
"Yea, I'm trying again..." he answered, scratching the back of his head, digging in the drawers looking for comfortable clothing to change into.
He tossed me a t shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. "You can change in the bathroom if you'd prefer," he said.
"No, it's okay,"
I turned around and faced the mirror and began stripping down, feeling shy, seeing his eyes were on me through the reflection. He's seen me nude several times but it's been a very long time since then. I was only in my boxers when he came behind me and embraced me, looking at me in my eyes through the mirror. Frank was slightly taller than me, and his frame was much bigger than mine. He began caressing my body from behind, rubbing his hands up and down my chest.
"I've missed you so much, you have no idea.." he whispered into my ears. "Do you know why i called you?"
"Why?" i asked, leaning into him, his body practically holding mine up as my knees were weak because of his touch.
"I was thinking of you, dying to hear your voice, and i began touching myself and i couldn't help it," he said, while licking my earlobe.
"I touch myself when i think of you too," i told him truthfully, and he let out a soft groan onto my ears, the vibrations being sent directly to the spot between my legs.
"Show me," he said, while taking my hands and leading me to the bed. He sat upright against the headboard, with his legs spread out, leading me to sit in between him. I did, resting my back against his chest and leaning my head on him as well.
My face began heating up. I've never touched myself in front of anyone before, not even Frank despite how many times we have been intimate together.
He kissed my cheek and my neck, reassuring me that it was okay. He took his hand, reached around my body and placed it on the waistband of my boxers, and i lifted my hips in response. He pulled it down for me, revealing my bulging dick. He then took my hand and placed it on my dick for me and then traced it upward to rub my stomach and chest, while kissing my ears.
I began stroking my dick very slowly, pre-cum already dripping due to the tension that had been building up since the ice-cream shop. Soft moans began slipping from my lips as the feeling of Frank caressing me, paired with my hands touching myself, was driving me insane.
"Talk to me, tell me what you thought about baby.." frank whispered in my ears, his fingers now rubbing my sensitive nipples, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"I thought.... i thought about how good it feels when you're inside me.. f-fuck that feels so good.." i struggled to form a sentence as he continued to play with my nipples while i stroked my dick.
"Look at me.. do you like when i'm inside you.. when i'm fucking you..?" he said, removing one of his hands from my chest to tilt my head upwards to look at him.
I nodded my head eagerly, as i began stroking my dick faster, the pre-cum acting as a lubricant, slicking up my movements.
"Slow down baby.. Open your mouth for me.." he said, while using his fingers to part my lips. He then leaned down a little, and spit into my mouth, looking me directly in my eyes.
"Swallow it all baby.." I did as he said. I gulped and slowed my stroking as he asked. "Such a good boy for me... so so good..". His praising drove me crazy.
These are one of the many things i missed about Frank. His desire to take care of me, make me feel good and safe. He always knew what to say, how to say it, what to do and how to do it. He's mastered the art of studying my body and knows exactly what it asks for. I was his, no matter what happened, or what will happen, i will always belong to him. And he knows that.
"Franky.. please... touch me.." i said, breathily as i looked down at my wet, needy member. My hands weren't enough.
Frank brought one of his hands up to his mouth, spat into it, and replaced my hand with his. The saliva, mixed with the pre-cum made me so wet. His rough hands feeling so foreign but so good when touching me. It took everything in me not to cum right there on the spot. His other hand held me in place while i cried, squirmed and moaned at his touch. I began bucking my hips into his hand, when he used his both legs that were rested on either side of mine, to hold me in place.
"You're so greedy baby... i know it feels good but you have to be patient with me.." he said while biting down on my earlobe.
I moaned loudly, my body beginning to shake as he dug his thumb into my slit, and played with my balls. I held onto his thighs to keep myself steady. I looked up at him, with tears in my eyes, feeling overwhelmed and euphoric as i neared the edge. Frank looked down at me, and sloppily kissed my lips, tasting my tears, fighting his tongue against mine.
I reached my hands behind me and started stroking his dick through his boxers, swallowing the moans that left his mouth into mine. His boxers were wet with pre-cum, and his dick was so painfully hard that it was twitching. He began stroking me faster, a loud cry leaving my mouth as my body struggled and kept bucking off the bed, despite being held down
"I'm so so close, please.." i broke the kiss and begged him, i needed to cum.
Frank removed his hands from my body and got up off the bed. He went into the drawer on the bedside table, and retrieved a bottle of lube. He took off his boxers, letting them fall to the floor, while getting back up onto the bed straddling me as i laid flat on the mattress.
Our erections brushed against each-other for a brief moment, as he bent and lifted my legs up, and made his way to my entrance. It was already pretty wet from the pre-cum and saliva dripping down my balls and onto my hole, but it had been a while since i had let anyone fuck me. Every time i've fucked someone else, i've never let them enter me. I save myself for Frank. He's the only one that can fuck me, enter me and do whatever he wants with me.
He took the bottle of lube, and lathered it all over his shaft, before putting the tip near my entrance. He bent down, our chests touching and kissed me passionately. While kissing me, he slowly entered my hole, causing me to whimper and bite down on his lip. He didn't move, giving me time to adjust to his size, since it had been a while.
"You're still so..so tight baby.. fuck..." he moaned, as he slowly drew his dick out of my hole, leaving the tip, and then sliding it back in. He kept doing that until i adjusted to his size and allowed him to move.
"Frank, baby.. please.. i need more," i cried as i urged him to give me more. He allowed his entire length to move into me, balls deep, making my toes curl and my body shiver.
"Look at me," he demanded, as i looked up into his huge orbs. I struggled to keep my eyes open as he fucked me deep, at a relatively slow pace. He kept looking into my eyes, while caressing my face. "You're so beautiful baby.. so beautiful for me, i missed fucking your tight deep hole so much.."
"You have no idea how much i've missed you.."
"I've been so miserable without you.."
He kept telling me everything i've been dying to hear for the past six months.
"Please Frank.."
"Tell me what you want baby.. use your words,"
"I want you to fuck me hard, please, i need more, i need you." i managed to cry out. I felt so pathetic as a beggar but i truly needed him after being away from him for so long.
With that, he pounded into me, hitting my prostate repeatedly with each thrust putting me in a state of complete bliss. I whimpered and cried into his ears, begging him to have mercy.
"Fucckkkkkkkkkk... frank please i can't take it... please..." i begged.
"Yes you can baby, you will.. this is what you wanted." he growled into my ears. He mercilessly pounded into me, my hole coating his length with my cream and juices as i thrusted my hips to meet his movements.
"Fuck baby.. keep doing that, I'm so close" he moaned, his voice cracking as his movements sped up while he chased his high. He took a hand and wrapped it around my length and began rapidly stroking me while he pounded me.
"Baby, please cum with me." he ordered as he roughly kissed me, exchanging cries, moans and pleads into each-other's mouths. And with those words i released all over my stomach and chest while he filled me up with his.
My entire body was numb and quivering, as I was still coming down from my high i had only just realised Frank got a damp towel and began cleaning me up while caressing my body to calm me down.
"Shhh baby.. i'm here.. i'm right here" he cooed as he kissed my forehead and cheeks.
"Please don't ever leave. I love you Frank" I said, sleep beginning to take over my body
"I won't baby, i promise, I love you." he said as he pulled the covers over us, and cuddled my into his chest.