Beer Bottles And Cigarettes

Chapter 11

A/N sorry this is short, I wanted to update but there wasn't much to write into this..

I turn and see King standing in the doorway to Frank and mine’s room. I swear that my heart literally stopped. I quickly pull my jeans on as Frank pulls the duvet over his head. I storm to the door and push King out of the room before slamming the door and shoving him against the wall.

“How the fuck did you get that key?” I half ask, half growl at him. He grins and puts his finger to his lips, clearly showing he’s going to be difficult. He may be smart but I’m smarter. I quickly grab his finger and slowly start to bend it backwards.

“I said, how did you get the key?”

“Mr. Bryar.” He answers simply. I continue to bend his finger, knowing if I’m not careful it will break.

“How?” I snarl at him.

“Told him you had my luggage.” He answers plainly.

“And why the fuck would you do that?” I ask, rage boiling over inside me.

 He shrugs, not worried about his finger which is now bright red. “I thought the little faggot would be alone and I could finally get the chance to beat his ass, but I see another fag already beat me to it.”

   I finally snap. And not just internally. I snap his finger and hold it backwards until he’s collapsed on the floor, tears spilling out of his eyes. I release his finger and clench my jaw.

“Tell anyone about any of this and I’ll tell your dad about you and Jensen. That’s right King, I saw you two.” And I waltz back into my room, slamming the door closed in his face.

When I turn the corner of the small hallway I don’t see Frank where I left him. I look around the room, no Frank. I sigh.

“Franky?” I say, slowly growing more concerned for his whereabouts. Before I left he looked terrified and I know why. I do a once over the room before something catches my eye. There is smoke coming from the, now open, balcony door. I step out so I’m standing next to him.

“You know those are mine right?” I say, looking at the box of cigarettes in Frank’s hand.

“Yeah, s-sorry sir. I panicked...My dad...he can’t find out.” He stutters.

“Dude...those things are gonna kill you.” I chuckle, taking the box from him and shoving it inside my jean pocket. Not before taking one out and lighting it.

“Says you…” He mumbles. I flick the back of his head.

“Cheer up baby. Tomorrow I’ll take you out for dinner, okay?” He finally looks me in the eyes and smiles.

“Okay.” I smile and drop both of our cigarettes off the balcony, and with a sigh I pull him into the bedroom.

I change out of my day clothes and into a clean pair of boxers as Frank showers, I sit on the bed waiting for him to finish.  When he leaves the bathroom with a towel around his waist I get up and kiss his cheek before pulling his boxers up his legs and dragging him into bed with me. Frank giggles and I tuck hip under the duvet with me and kiss his forehead.

“Goodnight Franky, sleep well.” he mumbles something before drifting off to sleep.