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

Frank shifts in his sleep and his tattoos become more visible and I can't take it any longer, sitting my sketch book aside and letting my hand slide down to palm myself through my boxers. I let out a soft groan as I stand up and tug my boxers off on my way to the bathroom, turning the shower on and stepping in, slumping back against the wall as I grip myself and start stroking, fucking into my fist as I let out a series of low whimpers. I let my eyes drift shut as thoughts of Frank flood my mind and I let out a low whine as I swipe my thumb over my slit, collecting the precum and using it to slick up my movement. After a few minutes I slide my other hand down and cup my balls, gently rolling and tugging them in my hand as I continue to jerk myself off and all too soon my lower stomach tightens and tingles and I buck my hips forward a few times and cum hard, splattering the wall and the floor with it while I let out a deep groan, Franks name mixed in with the sound. I slump against the wall panting for a few seconds before re opening my eyes and seeing Frank standing there with his boxers tenting out, his eyes glazed over and his pupils blown. We stare into each other's eyes, neither of us saying a word as Frank slides his boxers down and steps in with me under the water. I grab his hips, pulling him close as we kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance before we pull apart and I turn around, bracing my hands against the wall as I stick my ass out, my legs parted, giving Frank a silent invitation which he takes, one of his hands gripping my hip as the other spreads me open as he guides himself to my entrance, pressing hard and sliding his way inside me as I groan out at the burning stretch. Once he's fully buried inside me he comes to a stop and his hand trails up from my ass to grip my hip as he leans in and plasters himself to my back, pressing soft kisses across the back of my shoulders as he starts to gently thrust in and out of me, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on my hips as he builds up his rhythm. "Ohhh baby" he moans into my shoulder as he keeps thrusting, fucking me hard and making my knees weak, my legs shaking with the effort of holding me up. His hands slide from my hips around to my stomach, his arms wrapped around my waist and helping to hold me up. "Mmm Frankie" I groan out and he stops thrusting, sliding out of me and stepping back, guiding me to turn around and when I'm facing him he slides his hands around under my ass, picking me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as my back is slammed into the wall and he bucks his hips up, sliding his way back inside me. "Oh fuck Frankie oh god" I groan out as he starts thrusting hard and fast, the deep angle brushing against all my sweet spots inside. I cling to his shoulders as he leans in and starts biting and sucking at my neck as he fucks me against the wall, my whole body feeling boneless and a few thrusts later his hips stutter and his dick pulses inside me as he cums. "Ohhhh" he whines out as he slowly sinks to his knees, bringing me with him, me sitting in his lap as he sits back on his legs. I lean in and kiss him, both of us making out, our hands wandering each other's bodies, Franks dick still buried inside me.

After we drag ourselves out of the shower we go back into the room and dress, Frank grabbing his guitar and making his way out to go to the music building to work on a piece for his class and I take my sketch book and go outside to sit under our tree, sketching out ideas for my mid term project for art. I'm sitting in peace for half an hour, getting some good ideas on the paper when I'm startled by a warm hand reaching out and covering my eyes from behind and I jump before saying "Baby you scared the fuck out of me." "Baby? I'm cool if you wanna call me that" says a familiar voice and I realise it's not Frank behind me. I try to move away but Bert grabs me and starts pulling me off the ground saying "You're coming with me" and I start to panic, struggling against his hold. "Let me fucking go" I yell out and Bert brings his hand up and punches me in the face, silencing me as pain spreads through my jaw. "Fuck you" I hear being screamed out before Bert's hands are ripped from me and he's knocked to the ground as Frank jumps ontop of him and they start to fight again.

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