Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Twenty Seven Train Carpet

In the time you had spent in the outside omniverse, texting had been an aspect of your life that you never really gave much thought. You did find it amazing how you could send a virtual letter, as well as pictures to anyone you wanted, but you did not allow it to consume you, at least in you're point of veiw. T.j. and Frank had been the only people who would text you, although the most you get from Frank was a random picture of something, weather it be a person who looked like they were about to transform into a demon, or simply an decapitated lamb. You did not know what texting was capable of until one day on a train.

~***~

"F/n!" Frank yelled running up to the train that had just started to move. You went onto the train, since this was the one you and him had agreed to aboard to cross to the discussed dimension. You assumed Frank had already gotten aboard, but seeing Frank run up to the entrance, you realized this was different. The train began to pick up speed, Frank resorted to ripping off his pants to run faster, he grabbed your hand, you hoisted him and his luggage up, he ended up falling on top of you. You pushed him off, praying your crotches didn't rub against each other.

"It seemed you were really running late," you said, waving your arms in the air like limp dicks. Frank looked at you with a face of every horrible Simpson porn pic on the internet. Out of no where, he punched you in the face. Softly. With his mouth. You were so shocked when he parted all you could manage was covering your face and sliding to the other side of the cart. You then shot up, sputtering out clicks that manage to get the message by that you both needed to get you the quarters to rest, since this train ride would be an overnighter. You both walked down the aisle, looking out the window as land mass of all kinds passed by. It was so amazing what stuff could do. All kinds if stuff. You saw the pods that everyone slept in. And oh, you saw how it was.

The sleeping quarters were barely big enough for you and your luggage. No fucking way another human could fit in here unless they were a fricken baby or midget. You were fine with the coziness of the quarters of course. But some other obvious problems were to arise from this. Why did they even have to make this so small? How was this in anyway nessecary? Oh yeah, the quarters were all just little boxes that they could be individually removed if the power stopped working in or something. But jesus, this was going to be hell. You glanced at Frank, you couldn't see much fret on his face. He just smiled and brought you in for a peck on the forehead, petting the back of your head.

"It's just for the night." He went into his quarters, located a few pods down. You watched as he entered in the doorway, forlorn as his pantless form disappeared into the quarters. You sighed, turning to look out the window when you stopped in your place.

A sunset. You were speechless. You... You didn't remember the last time you had seen one. The organes, the reds and blues, complimenting and contrasting each other. Living in a cave or city with tall buildings, a sunset had never been something you had in your mind. It was so pretty. Everything else seemed to rush past, and yet the sun stood there, gently settling below the horizon.

   You turned away, not wanting to get too overwhelmed. Why the fuck were you trying to be poetic? Was it really worth it. Maybe you were feeling a bit creative with words today. You walked into the pod. So tiny. Place your duffle bag on the little bit of floor there was. It must've been hell for the people with claustrophobia, but then again, why would they be on a train in the first place?

        You laid on the less-than-a-twin bed, shutting your eyes to rest. A minutes passes. Then another. And another. Were these minutes or seconds that were passing? Holy shit this was boring. Already you were bored. BORED. God how did you get through fourteen years of this? Was it even fourteen years? You were just shooting in the dark at your age at this point. How long were you going to stay a guy? You had assumed you would turn back, but it had been over a month now. Were you going to stay a guy forever? I mean, hell it was pretty convenient now that you didn't have your tits, but that also meant you didn't get those tips at work from the pervs. Being a guy was literally hurting you finacially! Maybe you could go into being a 'male' escort, put this dick to work. But wouldn't only women want to buy you? You never did it with a chick before, you wondered what that might be like. But what about men? Men might want a twink like you. Frank seems to want you with this body. He seems to want you a lot... But would he even be able to afford you? How much would an escort cost? You have this much self respect with yourself, so you would defiantly the average amount for an escort.

          Your eyes snapped open at the sudden vibration. You checked the phone's clock to see an hour had passed. Holy Parkinson's, an inner conversation that started with boredom and ended with your finical capabilities of being a male prostitute, and it lasted an hour? Ignoring how slow or fast your mind was, you saw that Frank had sent you a message. Weird, but since you didn't have much to do, you opened the message that read-

   I want to see the face you make when I ride your cock

     You stared at the message and read it over.

      How was someone supposed to respond to this?

      How am I supposed to respond to that?

       You sent the message with mixed feelings. You waited for the response.

        Respond with however you feel

        A new sense swarm over you. You wanted to beat Frank at this little charade he was pulling. He wanted to pull a fast one on you? Ha! You were going to pull and even faster one! But maybe he'll pull a faster one than that? In turn, you shall pull the fastest one! Causing some serious carpet burn, but it will be worth it in the end!