We were a hot mess. I was literally in the fucking drum bag for god’s sake.

Frank unzipped the two drum cases he’d stuck together and helped me get out. I immediately pushed him against the wall, kissing him lustily while covered in sweat. The house was freezing and snow was piled around the windows. We stumbled off to Frank’s bedroom, where we had an extremely heavy makeout session. We didn’t really get passed it considering that we literally had nothing to help.

Frank left scratches and marks on my back, despite the fact that Lindsey would easily see them if I took my shirt off. I pushed him into the bed, leaving hickeys all along his neck and collarbones since he really had nothing to worry about. Neither of us really said anything other than a few random words or sentences or panting. Frank pushed me off of him, I sat in confusion.

“I have to lock the doors, Jamia will walk in if I don’t and I have a feeling that’d be terribly awkward.” I went along with it and waited for him to get back. “Where were we?” I pounced onto him, kissing him and pulling his hair. I grabbed onto his shirt.

“Off. In the way.” I mumbled, lifting his shirt up. He took my shirt off momentarily after I started kissing his collarbone. “Aha I can’t take my shirt off for two days now.” I joke.

“It’s worth it. Fuck.”

We kinda sat there, a sweaty, jumbled mess. Kissing and moving in sync with each other until we got tired.

“I love you.” I said, hugging Frank and kissing him on his forehead.

“Love you too.”

My phone started vibrating, signalling that I’d gotten a text.

I read it quickly, From Ray; “Your wife is at the door, I told her you were at my place and needed space for a few hours. Why the hell did you ditch us at rehearsals?”

“Fuck, we totally ditched the guys.” I laughed. “Cuddle with me, I’m sleepy.”

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I woke up the next day, fourteen missed calls, 4 from Ray, 1 from Mikey, and 9 from Lindsey. 30 texts from Lindsey to top it all off. More than half of them saying “Where the hell are you?” and “If you’re with Frank right now I’m done.”

Frank was asleep, I was wrapped in his arms. God, I missed feeling like this. I slipped out of his hands carefully and called Lindsey. What am I doing?

“Hey asshole.” She answered.

“I didn’t want to go home to you being angry, I don’t want to talk to you until you calm down.”

“How was Frank then? You’re with him right now, huh?”

“Stop.”

“You probably have hickies all over your fucking neck, huh?”

“Fucking stop! I told you, I’m at Ray’s and I need space for a little bit. I’m feeling really low and you’re angry and I can’t work with that right now.”

“Don’t bother coming back for the next few days. I don’t want to have to deal with you pretending to be straight and pretending to love me.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I mumbled, trying to not wake Frank up.

“Oh, is someone asleep? Call me back when you’re ready to admit that you want a divorce.”

“Is that what you want to here? If it is then sign the papers. I’ll grab my shit tomorrow and sign the papers. I don’t have time for bullshit.”

“I’ll see you then.” Her voice was hoarse, in a way that said she was trying to yell and trying not to cry at the same time.

“And I am at Frank’s house. Bye.” I hung up, pacing back into Frank’s room and crawling back under the covers with him.

I cuddled up against him, taking some of his warmth since I was freezing. “Love you.” I whispered.

Notes

I decided to make it not have smut because I'm a lesbian so the only gay sex I know is my type of gay and I don't enjoy writing the other type too much.

Chapter title: "Miss Jackson" by Panic! at the Disco