Worst Shit Love Story Ever

Chapter 7: Rising tensions

The tattooed male's eyes fluttered open as he woke up. He moved, pushed himself up, wincing slightly at the pain in his lower back. He looked around, finding himself alone in a room he had never been before. The memories came flooding back to him, reminding him why he was here. It had turned dark outside, telling him that he must have slept a while. The door to the bedroom was slightly open, letting light come in through a crack. It gave him just enough to see the bed. He moved up, stretching his sore limbs, looking for his clothes.
His clothes that were nowhere to be seen were replaced with a clean shirt and shorts—probably Danny's clothing. Frank grabbed them quickly, dressing himself. The shirt being a little oversized, and the shorts being perfect. He crept towards the door, opening it slightly, looking for the other man, who was on the couch with his laptop, a cup of coffee on the table next to him as he typed. Frank studied the other man until Danny spoke up.
"You do know I can see you, Frank," He monotone. The younger frowned and walked out, crossing his arms. The older glanced up at him, staring a little before going back to his typing. "You look good in my clothes," the other hummed. Frank walked over, sitting next to Danny.
"I look better with none" Danny smirked but did not give Frank his eyes. Frank was hungry. He had not eaten anything so far today. He glanced up at the door wanting to get leftover pizza from his fridge. He slowly crept over to it, turning the handle which turned out to be locked. Of course. He sighed before turning around, and just like he predicted, Danny had followed. Frank crossed his arms, averting his eyes.
"I'm hungry," he explained. Danny's glare turned into understanding as he moved over to the fridge pulling out a bag and handing it to Frank.
"I ordered you some food." Frank could kiss the man. And that is exactly what he did, giving him a quick peck in response. The older man chuckled. Frank opened it, finding one of the things he would order from that fast food restaurant down the block. Of course, Danny would memorize what he got. He heated it up and sat on the barstool next to the counter, eating it. Danny moved back to the couch, typing. Frank was not complaining as he really did not care if he was trapped here. But he wanted to know when he could leave and hang out with his Legion. He turned, looking over at Danny.
"When can I leave?" he huffed. Danny sighed and looked up at him. Frank rolled his eyes.
"You can leave in the morning. I want you here with me until then" he did not understand why but he did not complain. The man did buy him dinner, after all. He also kind of wanted to talk to him more. Learn about him. But knowing the other man, he would make it hard to get anything out of him. The older one was just so guarded. Understandably so, he was a serial killer after all. Frank went back to eating, glancing at the other man every now and again. When he finished, he threw away the bag before walking back towards the man on the couch.
"What are you writing now?" He questioned, sitting next to him, looking at the screen. It looked like an email to someone. Probably his boss.
"Work stuff," the other responded, not going into detail. Frank not really caring to ask more. Danny quickly shut the computer, turning to him.
Frank perked up as dark eyes landed on him, still enjoying the attention from the man before him. He knew Danny had been the man sitting with him on long nights of stalking or paperwork, but it felt like he was sitting beside a whole new person. It was still a bit exciting.
"How's your back?" Frank shifted on the couch, feeling stings travel along his lower spine. He shrugged.
"'S alright...could go for round two~" Danny chuckled at Frank's antics.
"Not this time, Baby Boy. We don't want to push you too far this early on," Danny hummed, reaching out to swipe a thumb across Frank's cheek, just to feel the man. To feel how real he was. But Frank smacked his hand away, rising from the couch only to fall back down on the older man's lap.
"You saying I can't handle your dick?" The tattooed man was wounded more in his pride than his heart, as was the usual outcome when he was told 'no.'
Large hands came around Frank's waist, holding firmly to the younger man to stop him from grinding his hips.
"Oh, you proved to take me very well last night, Darling. But it's good to take a break after your first time." Frank gave an irritated huff,
"I'm not a fucking virgin." Danny gave a hearty laugh at that, grip tightening almost painfully on Frank's waist.
"I am very aware of that, Frankie. No need to remind me". The tattooed male sighed and stayed put, watching the other eyes. Danny starring back. Frank turned his head to the side, confused.
"Are you going to kill me?" He asked the other. Danny hummed and then laughed, bringing his hand up to his chin rubbing his cheek again. He seemed amused by the question.
"Do you want me too?" the other asked. Frank froze, trying to think. Did he want to die? No. Not really. But he would rather die than be bored. So if those were the only two options... He decided to avoid the question by turning it on the other.
"Hmmm, I don't know. What do you want?" He hummed.
"Now, you can't just avoid the question like that, Frankie, but If I am to answer honestly, killing you now would be kinda boring, don't you think?" Frank understood what Danny meant. The other wanted to kill him but kill him in a bang. Something not so anti-climatic. Which made sense for the other to want. Danny's life feels like a show. That's what makes it so exciting.
"Yeah, it would be boring," he agreed. Danny smiled at that, glad that he understood him. Frank leaned his head on the other shoulder still in his lap as Danny brought his hand up more, combing through his hair.
"So... when do you think will be the perfect time, director?" he hummed. Danny chuckled.
"Now, why would I tell you that? You're not supposed to know the ending. You're the main character" Frank clicked his tongue.
"There are plenty of main characters that knew their future," he defended. Frank moved away from his shoulder, looking him back into his eyes. Danny raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm, and how many tried to stop it from happening, Frank? Are you trying to stop me from finishing the story?" He smirked
"I would never." Danny snorted, rolling his eyes. Danny moved forward, biting Frank's lip quickly before pushing the man to the side, off of his lap and standing up. Frank, who fell on the couch, moved up, glaring at Danny.
"Rude" Frank crossed his arms. Danny laughed and walked into the bedroom, leaving him. Frank sighed before standing up and following after the other man. He walked in seeing Danny opening his dresser. Frank walked over, watching the other. The older pressed a button in the back of the wardrobe, opening up, revealing multiple Ghostface outfits. Frank perked up.
"That's where they were," he muttered just loud enough for the other to hear. Danny smiled, nodding as he pulled out the regular outfit he usually saw the man in.