𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

6) Francisco Morales (NSFW)

Summary: after you got into a relationship with ben, frankie gave up his hopes of being with you, but maybe there's still a chance.

Warnings: lots of pining, smut, very brief marking, unprotected sex, age gap (10 yrs)

A/N: like i said before, triple frontier isn't a well-known film so most (if not, all) of you won't know who this is but i am absolutely enamored by this man. spanish obviously isn't my native language, so i apologize if any of the translations are incorrect in any way (this warning will be on a majority of chapters about pedro pascal's characters). i do highly recommend this movie, you can find it on netflix.

Translations:
cariño - sweetheart, honey, darling
nena - little girl, baby
corazón - sweetheart
mi niñita preciosa - my precious little girl
puto infierno, cariño - fucking hell, honey

Your ass peeked out from the bottoms of your black sleep shorts, your T-shirt stretched taut over your breasts. Completely enraptured, he watched the way your hips rocked softly against the pillow pressed between your thighs. You were sound asleep, your arms wrapped around a second pillow that you were resting your head on. Soft hums of pleasure and contentment left your lips, your eyelids fluttering.
He hated how perverted he felt seeing you like this, but he still longed to be grasping your waist, guiding those soft rolling movements of your hips. He craved to feel you grinding against his thigh or his cock, whimpering his name and burying your face in his chest. Francisco Morales wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms as he claimed you time and time again.
But Ben would be back any minute. His close friend would walk back through that door with the drinks he had left the room to get. Frankie would stay on the couch he was sitting on as they waited for Will and Pope. Ben would probably settle himself on the bed beside your sleeping form, not wanting to disrupt your nap.
His heart clenched in his chest every time he thought of you and Ben together. Every soft or sloppy kiss pressed to your lips. Every playful squeeze of your ass or waist. Every murmured promise of the things Ben intended to do to you, accidentally spoken just loud enough for Frankie to hear. It all broke his heart.
He had had feelings for you since you were twenty, now you were edging twenty-five and he had just turned thirty-five. He hadn't had the guts to tell you how he felt and you'd fallen for one of his best friends instead. And at times like this, when he was alone with you and he could let his imagination run wild, he wondered if he had ever had a chance.
He thought of the way you laughed at all of his jokes. The way you used to snuggle into his side when you watched movies together. But those were spaces Ben filled now.
So, unwillingly, he gently covered your body with the blanket you had kicked off in your sleep. He forced his fantasies to come to an end for the time being and settled back into his seat on the couch just before Ben came back in.
"Will just got here and Pope's on his way." Ben spoke quietly, making sure he didn't wake you up just yet. "Let's move this somewhere else until she wakes up. I don't want to bother her."
Frankie nodded, sparing one last glance towards the girl he was hopelessly in love with before he left the room. His heart ached with a longing for you that he couldn't talk about to anyone else. Sure, Santiago had known about his feelings for you, but he assumed Frankie had pushed them aside to make you and Ben happy. No one knew about the agony he went through each time he saw you together.
"You know, I- I'm not really feeling up to it tonight, guys. I'll stop by next time, alright?" He grasped Will's hand and pulled him into a friendly hug before doing the same to Ben. "Tell Pope that I'm sorry I missed him."
He got brief nods and goodbyes from the two brothers and left, making the drive home in silence. Once in his own house, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat in one of the chairs at his dining table. Frankie let out a heavy sigh as he popped the cap off the bottle, running his hand over his face.
He'd been in love with this girl for years. Maybe if he had just told you how he felt in the beginning, he'd be waking up beside you every morning. Instead, you frequently spent nights at Ben's. He got to do all of the things that Frankie could only dream of.
He hoped with all of his heart that his friend was treating you right. That he cared for you in the way that Frankie wished he could.
His moping was interrupted when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Just seeing your name on the caller ID gave him a small wave of nerves in the pit of his stomach. Clearing his throat beforehand, he accepted the call and raised his phone to his ear. "Hey."
"Hey," You hummed softly in return. He could still detect the traces of sleep in your voice. You woke up from your nap and the first thing you did was call him, his heart warmed at the thought. "I thought you were gonna be here with the guys, Benny said you left. Is everything okay?"
"Of course, cariño. Everything's fine." He repressed a sigh. The words sounded false, even to his own ears. "I'm just not feeling well right now. Decided to head home."
"Oh, are you sick?" He smiled softly at the concern that automatically colored your tone.
"Just a little cold, I'm sure," He lied.
"I'll stop by and bring you something to eat then," You suggested.
"You don't have to-"
"I insist. I have to talk to you about something anyway. It's uh- it's important. I'll be there in twenty, alright?"
"Yeah," He breathed. "Yeah, okay."