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

A week later I have moved out of the dorm and into the apartment with Frank and Ian and Ian managed to get me four days a week at the coffee shop with a pretty decent pay. I was kinda sad to move out and leave Patrick behind but we promised we would still be friends and keep in touch and now that I'm gone his boyfriend is changing rooms so they can live together so it all worked out well. Frank and Ian are both at band practice and I am set up on the balcony painting and singing to myself when hands wrap around my waist and I tense up, jumping slightly as I let out a rather embarrassing squeal. I hear Frank laughing as he says "I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean to frighten you." I sit my brush down and turn around in his arms to face him. "You didn't frighten me, you scared the fuck out of me. I must have been in the zone or something because I didn't hear you come in at all." "Aww I'm sorry baby" he says again, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. "The painting is really good though and so is your voice, why have I never heard you sing before?" I feel my face flush as I say "Because I know I'm not good and I only sing when I'm alone." "No baby you're really good, I really liked listening to you and you should sing always." I smile a little as I shake my head and turn back around, picking up my brush again. Frank lets me go and takes a seat nearby, lighting up a cigarette and watching me work some more before he says "This is incredibly hot. You look so sexy and intense when you paint, it's really working for me." I start to chuckle to myself as I pick up a spare clean paintbrush and throw it at him playfully as I say "Quiet you, you're ruining the concentration." "Oh, I'm so sorry, don't let me stop you." I chuckle again as I turn back to the canvas and we spend another half hour outside, me painting and Frank staring at me intently, the bulge in his jeans more than obvious.

After we go back inside and I've packed up all my stuff I go into the kitchen for a drink, ignoring Franks pleading stares and the bulge still obvious in his pants and I deliberately get into a conversation with Ian. We are talking for a minute when Frank comes in, wrapping his arms around my waist again and laying his head on my shoulder, his lips brushing against my neck as he softly whines out "Gee, baby" just loud enough for me to hear and I ignore him, a smirk on my face as I keep talking to Ian. Another few minutes pass and Frank has started thrusting his hips forward slightly and grinding his hard dick against my ass and I'm laughing inside at how desperate he is and decide that I'm done torturing him now. "Well I've got more work to do" I tell Ian before turning and walking back down the hall to the bedroom, Frank rushing along behind me, still plastered to my back and once we get to the bedroom I turn around and say "Did you need something baby?" Innocently like I don't know. "Fuck babe you're way too good at being a tease, I'm literally willing to do anything at this point if you'll just touch my dick." "Really? Anything? I would have done it for nothing but since you're offering....." "Oh god I think I just fucked myself but fuck baby please, anything." I smirk as I sink to my knees infront of him and my hands quickly open his jeans, sliding them down along with his boxers and his throbbingly hard flushed dick springs free, precum making the head all shiny and I wrap my lips around it, digging my tongue into the slit as I clean it up. "Mmm fuck yes" Frank groans out, his hands tangling in my hair and I slide the whole way down his length, my nose pressed into the patch of hair at the base of his dick before sliding back up again and I start a fast sloppy pace, sucking him off like I never want to do anything else for the rest of my life. "Holy shit baby" Frank groans out before his hips stutter and he cums down my throat, obscenities mixed in with my name spilling from his mouth as I swallow around him. When he's done I pull off with a wet pop, quickly licking up the small strings of cum that I missed and pressing a soft kiss to the head of his dick before standing back up again. Frank takes a few steps back and collapses back on the bed, his pants still around his knees as he gasps for breath and when he regains his breath he sits up and says "How are you so fucking good at that?" And I shrug and smile back at him. "Come here" he says, holding his arms out to me and I crawl onto the bed beside him, letting him pull me into his arms and we share soft kisses until it's time to get up and get ready for the gig Franks band has that night. When we're ready we leave the apartment with Ian, getting a cab to the practice space where we're meeting the other guys and Frank leans over and whispers in my ear "I still owe you whatever you want, not that I needed you to do anything to earn it, I love you so fucking much I'd do anything for you anyway" and I spend the whole ride smiling like an idiot, my head resting on Franks shoulder as his arm wraps around my waist, holding me close.

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