You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

Frank pulls me to slump forward against his chest, my face buried in his neck as he reaches out and grabs the keys for the cuffs, gently sliding his hands down my arms to undo the cuffs, throwing them aside and gently rubbing my wrists which are still lightly bruised from our play last week and he slowly eases me to sit back in his lap, bringing my arms up between us and gently pressing his lips to my bruised flesh. "Are you alright my love? They don't hurt too much?" I shake my head, still partly in the sub headspace and Frank drops one of my wrists to cup my chin and he says "Baby, you can talk, talk to me." "I'm ok Frankie" I say softly as I lean forward again and bury my face back in his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. "You really did do so good baby, you make me so happy." "Good" I say as I press closer to him and Frank wraps his arms around my waist as he lays back and brings me with him, his now almost fully soft dick sliding out of me as we lay together on the bed, me completely ontop of Frank, my face still pressed into his neck and he pulls the blankets over us, his hand gently stroking up and down my back as he starts to softly sing for me, somehow knowing what I needed when I didn't even know myself and I let my eyes drift closed as my breathing evens out against his soft skin.

A few days later I am working with Ian at the coffee shop, the afternoon passing slow and Ian and I are more just joking around than actually doing any work when the bell over the door goes off and Frank comes into the store, a wide smile on his face and he glances around, seeing there's no one in the store and he runs over to the counter, jumping up to sit on it as he leans over and presses his lips to mine. "Hey that's a health violation, knock that off" Ian jokes as he throws sugar packets at us and we break apart, a small giggle escaping my lips and Frank winks at me before turning his attention to Ian and saying "Aww don't be jealous baby, there's plenty to go around." I giggle as I lightly smack Frank on the arm and Ian pretends to gag as Frank laughs and jumps down off the counter, turning around to lean on it instead. "So what's happening?" "Not much, what are you doing babe?" Franks smile grows a little wider as he says "So don't be mad but....I borrowed one of your pictures and...." He turns around and lifts up his shirt, showing me a new tattoo covered up still so it's only maybe a few hours old and my mouth drops open. "Frankie, you...." "Wait you drew that?" Ian interrupts to ask and I blush as I say "Yeah a long time ago...." Staring at the intricate pattern permanently inked into his back that I drew so long ago in our dorm room at school while he slept. "I can't believe you did that, it's not even that good. I wish you had told me I could have drawn something better and...." I'm cut off by Frank spinning around and leaning over to seal his lips to mine again, cutting me off and I let my eyes slip closed as I kiss back. "Baby I love the design, I wouldn't have gotten it tattooed if I didn't." I smile wide and lean back in for another quick kiss before Frank heads off to wander around while he waits for me to finish. That night when we get home I lay Frank face down on the bed and gently peel the covering off his tattoo, carefully washing it and patting it dry before rubbing lotion onto it and as I'm rubbing it in I lean over and press soft kisses all over his lower back, tracing my tongue over his guns before sliding my hands down to tug his pants down, kissing over his ass before spreading his cheeks and licking a hot wet stripe over his hole. "Fuck babe...." He groans out and I'm about to dive back in when we're interrupted by a knock at the door. "Fuck off Ian" Frank yells out and Ian says "I'm sorry it's just....Gee your brother is here and....I think you really need to come out here." I frown to myself as I quickly jump off the bed, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand as I rush to the door, luckily having been interrupted before I got hard and I rush out of the room, pulling the door shut behind me to give Frank privacy and when I reach the living room I freeze in my tracks. Mikey's sitting on the couch with Ian, his face all busted up and I see three large bags of his belongings sitting in the corner by the door. "Mikes?" I stutter out and when he locks eyes with me I see all the pain and hurt in them that I've ever seen in anyone's eyes right before he cracks, breaking down into big ugly sobs and I rush over and pull him into my arms, being careful of his face but he still winces and hisses as I touch him.

Notes

This story was lacking drama.......