The Hardest Part Is Letting Go Of Your Dreams

When I wake up Frank is softly snoring beside me. We're facing each other so I shuffle over and lightly press my lips against his for a second before pulling away again. I love him but I don't know how many more violent outbursts I can take. I gently climb out of bed, pulling the blanket up over him before going into the bathroom to check my appearance. I make my way out of the room and into the common room to watch some boring tv show I have no interest in, just needing some space from Frank. Half an hour later Frank comes to the doorway and hesitates, just standing there looking at me. I sigh before deciding to give him another chance and I hold my arms out towards him. He quickly crosses the room and sinks onto my lap, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his face into my neck. I cuddle him close and softly stroke his back and he lets out a contented sigh. "Wanna go outside?" Frank asks after a few minutes of silence. "Yeah" I say and we both get off the couch and walk outside, hand in hand. Once we've settled under out tree, this time Frank sitting and me laying with my head in his lap he starts to run his fingers through my hair, lightly scratching my scalp and causing me to close my eyes and hum in pleasure at the feeling. "I had a dream about you" Frank says and I open my eyes again and say "What about?" Frank takes a deep breath and says "I was in a club and I saw you and you were alone so I walked up to you and then we started making out. You took my hand and lead me to this little back room and we were going to fuck but the door burst open and someone came in but they didn't see us cause it was dark so we hid in the corner cause they were yelling really loudly and I heard a loud bang but then I woke up." I nod slowly and say "Weird." "Yeah it was and in the dream you had really long hair not like it is now." I think for a second before my face pales and I say "When I started dreaming of you my hair was long, past my shoulders but I cut it not long after." Frank doesn't say anything else and I wonder how he could have known that.

That night we go to bed in our own beds again but I can't get comfortable, it feels like my skin is crawling with the want I feel for Frank. I get out of bed and cross the room in the dark, pulling the covers back on Franks bed but I don't climb in, instead I pick him up bridal style and carry him to the middle of the room, kneeling down and gently laying him on the floor. I climb over him and lower myself down, pinning him to the floor while I kiss him senseless. Frank quickly gets on board and tangles his fingers in my hair holding me close and sliding his tongue into my mouth. Things turn heated very quickly and our hands tear at each other's clothing until we're both naked and very hard. I grind down against him a few times causing him to gasp and moan before I slide down and take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before sucking and nibbling on it, causing his back to arch up off the floor. I trail my tongue across his chest and do the other one before trailing light teasing kisses down his stomach. When I reach his dick I don't hesitate, I just sink my mouth down on it until I can feel the head pushing into the back of my throat, swallowing around him before pulling off. He lets out the most obscene noise I've ever heard him make so I lean back over him and say "Shut up or I'll gag you." He nods and remains silent as I slide back down and lap at his dick again, making my way down to play with his balls as I prop his thighs over my shoulders and bury my tongue in his ass, rimming him because I know he loves it so much. He lets out quiet little choked off moans and I know he's trying to stay quiet and follow my instruction which makes me smile against his ass. I start to work my fingers into him along with my tongue, getting him ready for my leaking dick. When I'm satisfied that he's ready I grab his hips and flip him over pulling up on his hips so he's kneeling but the top half of his body is still laying and I push my slicked up dick into him in one smooth thrust. When I'm fully buried in him Frank lets out a whine so I reach forward tangling my fingers in his hair and pressing his face into the carpeted floor as I fuck into him hard and fast, setting a relentless pace, getting drunk on the power of being in control for once. I fuck him without any regard for his pleasure, just using him to chase my own. I am getting close when I shift the angle of my thrusts and slam straight into his prostate, causing him to spasm beneath me and scream out, the scream bring muffled by the carpet. I continue to brutally thrust into this spot until his whole body tenses and shakes and he cums all over the floor without being touched. The clenching around my dick while he cums pushes me over the edge and I thrust hard one last time, filling his ass with my cum. When I pull out I crawl away a bit before collapsing onto my back and stare at the roof panting into the darkness. After a few minutes Frank crawls over and snuggles himself into my side, seeking affection after the brutal fucking he just received. I slowly wrap one arm around him, feeling the anger and frustration that fueled what just happened fade from my body and I notice for the first time that Frank is shaking. "Are you ok babe?" I ask and he continues to shake as he says "I think so." I lean over to kiss his forehead before saying "Come get in bed with me. I'll take care of you." We both get up and climb into my bed and I press Frank down into the mattress as I climb over him, trailing soft loving kisses all over his body while our fingers are linked together and I squeeze his hands reassuringly. "You ok now babe?" I whisper as I feel the shaking stop. "Yeah" Frank whispers back and I slide back up and lay beside him, pulling him into my chest and whispering "I love you my Frankie." I feel Frank relax completely against my chest and he whispers out "I love you too Gee" before we both drift off to sleep.

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