Because I'm Broken

Frank's POV:

He'd said it. What I wanted to hear. And then he began to sob.
"I'm sorry Frank. I know I'm no good. My stomach is too big. My face is too fat. My-"
"Shut up," I said. Harsh, I know, but everything he just said was so wrong. I walked over to him, and hugged him. A second after, he wrapped his arms around me. Yes. Perfect. He kissed my cheek. He was testing, to see if I'd want him back. I did. I pulled away from the hug. His face flashed with fear and worry and sadness. I smiled, and pulled him in for a kiss. Upon instinct, my hand went for the left side of his face, into his hair, while the other rested contently on his right hip. Like before. Eventually, things became heated and our tongues were pressed. His long red hair (a/n just go with it) had swallowed my hand, and one of his was tangled in my black hair (a/n stick with me here please :) ). Then, I had an idea. It was related to my little friend in the down under making an appearance. I tugged his hair, activating his pain fetish.
"Frankie, you sure?" He asked, breathless.
"Absolutely. Are you?" I whispered.
"Yeah," he said, still breathless.

Notes

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-Cai