𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(BXB ONESHOTS)

Pink + White- NleOcean

Up for air from the swimming pool
You'd kneel down to the dry land
Kiss the Earth that birthed you
Gave you tools just to stay alive
And make it out when the sun is ruined

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Frank Ocean

Frank never expected to be in this situation. Sneaking kisses, sharing looks with someone who was dangerous. A wannabe gangbanger. If he was his own father he would beat his own ass for being in the situation.

But here he was, chatting up with a badass boy he grew up to avoid being anything with.

"Boy, you interfering with my school work." He said, a smile at the edge of his lips as Bryson laughed softly at his words. The childish man wrapped his arms around the brownskin's hips, nuzzling into his neck like a baby.

Oddly, Frank liked the company along with the weight being leaned into him on his side as he continued writing notes he missed from his laptop and completing his work assignment.

It was this boy he was so in love with, madly in love with but annoyed all the same. Sooner or later he dropped his pencil, turning his body and hugging him back. Bryson nuzzled like a puppy into his sweater, soft like a puppy in his arms. Frank wondered to himself why he let the boy into his life, for it wasn't infatuation. He was too smart to be pulled in by the hold of lust.

Maybe though, it was this simple moment of being held that kept him close, that kept him wanting more. To be kissed, hugged, taken out on dates. He enjoyed how Bryson bothered him, how Bryson interrupted his work and always called him late at night to make sure he got home safe. Maybe it was Bryson stopping by his first-class to get him fast food breakfast or being the first to listen to the small snippets of music he continued to make even when he told himself it was a kid's dream that he chased.

Bryson was so young, so immature, involved with so much, and cared even more. That's what drew him in, he thought.

Plus not to be vulgar, but the dick was more than exceptional.

In the library of their high school, Frank wrapped his arms around the younger's shoulders, holding him close before patting his head. "Come on the big head, we gotta get to lunch." He said as he began packing up his overpriced textbooks.

Bryson just sat back in his chair, watching his little boyfriend before standing when he appeared to be ready. "I neva' seen nobody take this school shit seriously, bruh." He said, smacking his lips softly as the exited the library. The place he was never caught dead in if he could help it.

Frank rolled his eyes, switching his book bag on his opposite shoulder as Bryson grabbed his hand like it had a right to be there.

"You need to start paying attention in school, Bry and stop staring at me."

"I like staring at you though. Yo ass fat." Bryson said, proud of what he just said but his boyfriend just laughed.

"Nigga you got more cake then I do," Frank said, smacking it for good measure before his hand was released and he was pushed away.

"Now that's just fuckin' gay, bruh," Bryson said, frowning with a disapproval shake of his head making Frank laugh loudly in the hallway.

In his mind, the plan was that they were gonna still be able to catch the end of lunch but he found himself following Bryson Tiller out the front door of the school hand in hand. What compelled his whole train of thought? Not his schedule, but the way he saw the world. The person he ridiculed for being too young to want nothing but sex from him said interesting things to him when they were chilling alone, always holding his hand because of his separation issues, and would rather take a bullet than find out he wasn't okay. The young man he had seen had great things to say about his life. About shooting and killing. He didn't agree with it, but Bryson just wanted to get the money for his family. All the guys said that he was just a rich boy trying to be in the gang for the "hood" background. And anyone would thank that. Because Bryson's mom was a lawyer and they lived in a two-story house and had a family car with data built-in. Everything seemed so pristine but nobody in Bryson's house was ever around, and he and his whole family were deeply in debt. Their house was two-story but there were holes in the wall and the back part facing a forest was ready to collapse. His mother just wanted that title, of being perfect and wealthy. Frank could see why people would think.

Looks are deceiving.

Frank had thoughts about Bryson's existence over 85% of his days, and if Bryson ever betrayed him he couldn't find himself being angry. That's a lie; he could find himself angry as fuck. But he could only be angry for himself, not being strong enough to hold up the bars of his heart long enough until the junior student got bored.

Bryson opened the door for him to his car, and Frank wordlessly got in. "I'm serious though, I don't want you out on these streets with no education. I love you too much for that." He said softly, rummaging through his bag for the charger to his iPhone X.

Before he could see it coming strong arms wrapped around his body, nearly jerking him over the center console as he was hugged tightly to a chest. He relaxed and sighed.

"I do my best Frank." He said softly, holding him so tightly the older thought he was gonna disappear and wither away forever.