Cemetery Drive

We were seated in the back of my car when he took my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine, my hands grabbing his muscular forearms pulling him into me.

Everything about him intoxicated me in that moment, his smell, his touch, his soft lips upon mine. He broke apart the kiss leaving all of my senses working overdrive; I slowly opened my eyes and found him staring back at me through hooded lids. I brought my hand up to brush his bangs out of his flushed face.

“Nicole...” I silenced him with a finger to his lips.

“Don’t talk Frank. Talking ruins everything.”

I grabbed for the bottle of Jameson carelessly lying on the floor, cracked the top and gulped some down; I handed the bottle to him, as he followed my previous actions. I pushed my hand through my messy hair and let out a long sign.

What the fuck was I doing? This was going to ruin everything. I’m sure Frank was thinking the same thing. We had just destroyed a perfectly good friendship for a few moments of bliss.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

His voice shattered the silence we were sharing, and made me look up at him. I couldn’t speak,
not yet anyways with the way he was staring at me; his hazel eyes cutting into my soul.

“I care about you Nicole, and in a way more than just friendship. I have for a while now and if you want to just be friends I understand. I just hope if that’s what you choose we can still be friends.”

I looked at him in disbelief for a moment before reaching for his hand resting at his side.

“Frank I care about you too, a lot actually. And that scares the shit out of me.”

I saw his eyes light up as he smiled, reaching out to place his hand on my neck.

“I’m not going to make any promises to you Nicole, but I’m willing to give this a shot if you are.”

I had no words to respond to his other than leaning forward and kissing him.

We kissed and drank almost all night before falling asleep wrapped up in each other in the backseat of my car; it had been magical to say the least. Few words were spoken, and to remember what was said is impossible now, all I know is he had left me speechless and that’s all that mattered.

I woke up to Frank kissing me softly, and when my brain registered what was happening I returned the kiss letting him know I was awake.

“Sleep well?”

He asked tucking my hair behind my ear.

I nodded and snuggled closer to him, craving the warmth if his body. He kissed my temple and tightened his arms around me, pulling me as humanly close as possible.

“I don’t want to move, but we need to eat. My Mom is out of town until tomorrow, so we could go to my place if you want.”

I groaned in frustration, knowing he was right; I was starving.

“This involves getting mobile doesn’t it?”

He chuckled and unwrapped his arms from my body, sitting up on his elbow.

“Unfortunately yes.”

“Fine… I’ll get up.”

I sat up and reached for my smokes, needing one to get my mind working.

We finally got out of the back seat and got into the front, leaving the cemetery behind. We stopped at Starbucks getting our usual, and headed to Frank’s house, smoking cigarettes and stealing kisses at red lights along the way.

I followed Frank through the front door into his house and made a beeline for the couch, flopping down into the softness of the cushions, exhausted with the way the last 24 hours had gone. He joined me a few minutes later, placing my legs across his lap and grabbing the remote to the TV off of the coffee table turning it on.

“You wanna order a pizza? We can just watch movies all day.”

I opened up my eyes and gave him a smile.

“Sure sounds good to me. Well anything that doesn’t involve too much movement right now sounds good.”

He got up and went into the kitchen to order the pizza, as I scanned the pictures on the mantle across from the couch. I had been to Frank’s house in the past, but had never taken a good look around, there was a fairly recent picture of him and his mom wearing matching smiles, one of him playing his guitar, him as a young teenage boy in school, and one of him as a young boy making a face for the camera. My eyes lingered on the last one, smiling to myself before Frank emerged from the kitchen with a couple of beers in his hands.

“Thought you could use one.”

He gestured to the beer he had placed on the coffee table in front of me before resuming his spot on the couch.

“Thank you.”

I said reaching for the beer and popped the top before taking a very long sip. I normally didn’t drink beer but today I wasn’t going to complain. I was perfectly content in that moment watching Frank as he took a sip from his beer, his eyes never leaving the TV screen, which was playing a rerun of The Simpsons. I watched him as he took sips of his beer and laughed at the show; his eyes would light up, and the skin around them would crinkle, and his smile seemed to stretch across his whole face. It was then I realized how beautiful he was inside and out.

When a commercial came on he looked over at me and caught me staring at him with a silly little grin on my face.

He reached out and grabbed my hand, stroking the back of it smiling back at me; I pulled on his hand so he was lying down on top of me, resting his forehead against mine.

He cleared his throat and was just leaning in to plant his lips on mine, when the doorbell rang.

“Fuck…”

He hissed; getting up off the couch and going to the door.

I stayed lying in my spot listening to Frank and the delivery boy chatter for a minute before he closed the door and came back into the living room, sitting down on the couch.

“Where were we?”

He asked laying back down on top of me bringing his hands to my waist before placing his lips on mine.

I smiled into the kiss before wrapping my arms around his neck.

He deepened the kiss, and started to roam his hands up my shirt, which sent shivers through my whole body making me moan into the kiss; he broke the kiss and travelled his lips to my neck, planting soft kisses down to my collarbone.

My head was spinning, my breathing coming in clipped, ragged gasps; my skin felt as if it were on fire at his touch.

“Is this okay?”

He voice ghosted over my neck, making me swallow hard, before he placed his lips just so they were hovering over my neck. I tried hard to form a response but my mind was void of all words.

“Mm-hmm.”

Was the only thing I could muster my voice to do.

He continued with his assault on my neck weaving his hands so they were placed just below my bra, mine were tangled in his hair tugging gently. He brought his lips back up to mine, nipping at my bottom lip; letting his hands travel around to my back, placing his fingers over the bra clasp, pausing his actions until I nodded. He wasted no time, and didn’t seem to have a problem with getting it undone, moving one of his hands back to rest just under my breast and taking a moment before reaching up to cup it in his hand, caressing it with his calloused fingers, causing me to moan into his kiss.

We stayed that way a while, kissing, exploring each other’s bodies, before I placed my hand over his that was traveling to unbutton my jeans.

“Maybe we should stop Frank.”

I whispered breathlessly.

He sighed and nuzzled into my hair.

“You’re right.”

He untangled himself from me and sat up, running his hands over his face, before looking over at me and smiling; I reached around and did up my bra before sitting up to join him, laying my head on his shoulder.

“Hungry?”

He gestured to the now cold pizza sitting on the coffee table, I giggled.

“Actually yes, very.”

We both grabbed for a slice and sat back against the couch, looking at the TV now playing Everybody Loves Raymond, Frank’s arm around my shoulder and my free hand resting on his thigh.

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