d a r k e r l u s t

eight (smut warning)

*bOW cHICKA bOW wOW * 

(im sorry, but there's a lil bit o smut.)

frank's perspective, so i guess you can say its a 

New perspective

i'll go home.

~

i got home after dropping the kid off.. he introduced himself as gerard. he lived in a shitty apartment complex, just south of of my office. it's a really sketchy neighborhood. the car ride was okay, but it's kind of hard to keep a conversation not awkward when you have a raging boner. 

i got home at around two am. dallon was asleep on the couch, an empty bottle of budweiser dangling from his hand. i grabbed it, rinsed it out, and recycled it.(always recycle, kiddos). i threw a piece of bread in the toaster and grabbed some peanut butter. i was hungry, i hadn't eaten anything that night other than a strawberry in my daiquiri. 

i ate my toast and drank some water. sometimes i forget water exists, i go a few hours without drinking it. i kissed dallon goodnight, and he woke up.

"where were you?" he asked groggily.

"late night at work, babe. busy season. remember?" i said.

he nodded and rubbed his eyes. "can we sleep on the couch tonight?" he asked. 

i smiled. "sure, let me go to the bathroom real quick," i said, with guilt hidden on my face. 

as soon as i got into the bathroom, i threw my business pants down and grabbed my already-hard member. i stroked it slowly, thinking of gee tonight. his precious little face, his chubby thighs, his ass, god. 

i thought of how badly i wanted him under me, moaning my name as i pounded into him. i came quickly, an orgasm that seemed to last forever. i cleaned up, washed my face and ran out of the bathroom. i changed into a pair of shorts and a loose, black shirt.

"c'meeeree..." dallon said groggily.

i laughed and grabbed a blanket and snuggled up against him. 

"take this off," dallon said, tugging at my shirt. i obliged, taking the shirt off. he laid his head on my left pec. he ran his fingers over my inked chest. "we haven't had sex in forever," he whined.

"i know, babe..." i said, kissing his forehead. "but i'm tired."

"okay," he said, kissing my chest. "so pretty..." he whispered, tracing his finger along the tattoos sprinkled across my chest. he nuzzled his face against me and slowly dozed off. "i love you." he whispered.

and my guilt could never be stronger.