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

Part 9

The above picture is me. I guess I prefer pictures when my face isn't showing. Maybe smut this chapter.

I was sat on Franks couch when he came out dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants. Only a pair of grey sweatpants. I could see the waistband of his boxers peeking out of the top. Damn. I could see all of his tattoos, and boy, did I love his tattoos.

"You alright there, Gee?" He said, smirking and sitting down. "You seem to be staring."

I blushed and looked back to the TV before taking a sip of my lemonade. I felt him move closer to me so I avoided eye contact. Wouldn't want a problem in the lower regions, would we? 

About five minutes later I had relaxed a little and was back to concentrating on the film again when I heard Franks breathing hitch slightly. 

Oh god.

He was friggin' palming himself. Right next to me.

His hand was cupping his crotch through the fabric of his sweatpants. His eyes were shut and his mouth hanging open slightly. As his movements got quicker, little pants and moans came out of his mouth. I could feel my jeans begin to get too tight around my cock so I decided to take action.

I turned the TV off before pulling Franks hand away from him. His eyes shot open from the sudden loss of contact.

"What are y-" I smashed my mouth against his as I shifted him to lie under me. I moved my thigh to be between his legs while my tongue asked for entrance. He didn't grant me it and instead pressed his lips together. I ground heavily on his crotch with my thigh and he gasped. I took the opportunity to get inside his mouth. My hands wandered to his waistband the play with it, snapping it against his hip before pulling away from his mouth to take my shirt off. Frank looked me in the eye before speaking. "Bedroom. Now."

I pulled him off the couch and he led me into his room. There was a plush, king size bed in the centre, a walk-in closet on the left hand wall and large, bay windows that went from ceiling to floor opposite the bed. 

I began to take my jeans off while Frank sat on the bed, having already slipped out of his sweatpants. He reached into his bedside cabinet and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. Once my jeans were off, I pushed Frank backwards onto the bed and crawled on top of him. I began to kiss down his neck, leaving hickeys here and there, when he spoke again. 

"Gee?" I looked up, detaching myself from his collar bone. "I wanna try something."

His eyes were nervous and his fingers were fiddling with my hair. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I wanna try something, but I don't know if you'd be okay with it." He was avoiding eye contact.

"Hey, don't be nervous, you know you can talk to me about anything."

His glance went to my eyes momentarily. He took a deep breath. "Iwannatop."

"Huh?" 

"I said, I would like to top you."

I started laughing uncontrollably, falling next to him and keeling over.

"What? Don't you think I could top you? You said I could tell you anything." He began to move, grabbing my clothes and throwing them at me.

"Frank, wait, hear me out." He refrained from throwing a shoe at my head. "Its not that I don't think you could top me, because trust me, you'd be amazing at it,"

"Then why were you laughing?" He frowned even deeper than before.

"You were so nervous about some thing so small." I held open my arms. "Come here."

He dropped the shoe before straddling my lap and putting his arms around my neck. We sat like that, in silence, just breathing, and merely being. I never wanted it to end.