Coffee Stains and Sound Waves (frerard) [SLOW UPDATES]

Part 5

Roll on part five. Let's go. Woo. Feelin' pumped. Maybe smut, if there is I'll insert #_# for y'all who wanna skip.

It had been two weeks since Frank and I kissed. I still get a buzz from saying it, even if it's just in my mind. We had kissed since then, but nothing more. We would tease each other about the idea of sex until one of us had a boner, but we had never removed clothing. I don't even know if he would want to, after all, we'd only officially been together for two weeks now. I would just have to wait it out.

It had just gone one when Frank strolled into the store, he seemed to be showing up more and more often, until eventually he was coming over everyday after work. It was sweet, considering I don't get that many customers and it gets quite lonely. 

"Hey baby boy." He greeted with a smile.

"Hey Frank." I blushed hard from where I was standing behind the counter, putting various bike equipment into a bag for the man in front of me. He smirked a little at us.

"I wanna ask you something." I glanced at Frank before handing the man his goods.

"Just a minute, I'm serving a customer." He mouthed 'okay' before heading into the back room to put on some coffee. "That'll be $32.98 please."

The man handed over his money before leaning in. "How d'ya get someone like that?" He said with a cheeky grin.

"Believe it or not, his bike broke, and I just happened to be the only repair store in this area." I smiled warmly before ripping off the receipt and giving the man his change. "Have a nice day."

Once the guy had gone, Frank walked in holding two Star Wars mugs. He placed them both down on the counter before pulling me towards him. "I missed you."

I glanced down at his face. "You saw me yesterday."

"Yeah, but I've slept since then, for me to be satisfied, I gotta see you at least twice a day." I giggled at that. "And speaking of seeing you again, be ready for seven, dress nice, I'm taking you out for dinner."

"Ooh, where?" I said, breaking the embrace to grab my coffee.

"It's a surprise." I took a long sip and put the mug back down. This time I was the one who pulled Frank towards me, crashing our lips together, the kiss being sloppy at first, but slowly our mouths moved in sync. Franks hands went up to my hair to tug lightly at the roots as mine went to his hips to squeeze lightly. My tongue ran over his bottom lip, begging for entrance, and eventually getting it. Our tongues danced together, savouring the taste of one another. 

Ding ding.

Oh shit, a customer. Frank and I jumped apart.

"Ewww." Oh shit, worse than a customer. A Mikey. "Can you guys not have sex on the counter? No wonder you're low on customers."

"Who's this?" Frank whispered to me.

"Mikey," I pointed at my brother. "Frank" I pointed at Frank.

"Nice to meet you Mikey." Frank held out a hand for him to shake.

"No offence, I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but I just walked in on you trying to swallow my brother, I'm not shaking that hand, god knows where else it's been."

"Fair point." Frank withdrew his hand. "Anyway, I have a meeting with Pete in twenty minutes, I'm gonna run." He pecked my lips before heading towards the door. "See you at seven."

***

"Mikes, I don't know what to wear." It was six thirty and I was stood in a t-shirt and my batman boxers, staring at my closet.

I heard Mikey sigh from where he was draped on my bed. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know, he said out for dinner and to dress nice." I flopped onto the bottom of the bed, earning a kick in the head from Mikey. 

"Do you have any nice shirts?" He said, getting up to rummage through my clothes. 

"I don't know, is batman classed as nice?" He pulled out a black button up and some black skinny jeans.

"Throw these on." He dumped them on my chest. "And change your underwear too." Then he left the room. I got changed out of my clothes, got out a clean pair of boxers and socks, put everything on and still had twenty minutes to go. I walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to put on some cologne and brush my teeth. Mikey was watching The Simpsons and eating one of my pop-tarts when I came out. 

"Hey, stop eating my breakfast." I said, smacking the back of his head.

"Ow." He began to rub his head before turning to look at me and wolf whistling. "Very nice, real classy." 

"You're gonna have to get out, he'll be here soon." I said, throwing his hoodie at him.

"Can't I stay? I'll hide in the bathroom when he comes." I turned the TV off.

"No, get out."

"Rude." He thought for a minute. "I'll tell mom."

"Do it, I couldn't care less. Out." I pointed to the door. "Now."

"Okay, but one thing before I go." I watched Mikey rush past me into the kitchen. He came back with the whole fricken pack of pop-tarts. "I'm taking these, as my pay."

"Why do you need pay?" I said, pushing him towards the door.

"Because I shared my fashion wisdom with you."

"Right, I probably would of figured it out by myself eventually. Bye Mikes." 

He finally got the picture and got out of my goddamn apartment. "Good look Geetard."

There we go. Part five.