Sometimes I Think I'll Die Alone

I feel eyes burning holes in my back as I sit hunched over the bar, on my fifth drink of the night but it does nothing but fill my stomach with liquid and make me feel pathetic. I glance up, trying to locate the source of the feeling when I lock eyes with a cute punk looking guy across the crowded room, sitting at a table with what I assume are his friends but he's staring at me intently. I raise my eyebrow at him and he flicks his head slightly in a nod anyone would miss unless they were looking for it. I turn back to my drink, gulping down the rest before deciding that sitting at a bar binge drinking alone isn't going to cut it tonight and I go to stand when someone slides onto the stool next to me and says "I'll have a beer and another of whatever he's drinking" and I look up to see the cute punk sitting next to me. "I was just about to...." "Aww don't tell me you're leaving. Stay for atleast one more?" He asks with a mischievous glint in his eye and I nod before settling back on the stool and the bartender sits another glass infront of me. "So what's your name handsome?" The punk asks and I stare at his face, taking in his hazel eyes rimmed with eyeliner and the shining silver rings in his lip and nose, his face overall babyish but in the hottest way. "Gee" I tell him and he nods, staring back at me, his eyes giving me a once over now that we're closer. "And yours?" I ask after a few long seconds and he chuckles and says "Frank." We slowly sip our drinks as we make small talk, Frank telling me about the band he's in that played a show earlier in the night and me telling him about my work as a cartoon artist. "So Gee, what is someone as pretty as you doing alone in a bar?" I shrug before downing the rest of my drink and signalling to the bartender for another one, my night suddenly looking up.

An hour later the bartender has cut off our service and we stumble out of the bar together, bumping into each other as we step out onto the street and Frank giggles drunkenly as he turns to look at me, the moon illuminating his face beautifully and I can't help myself, leaning in and pressing my lips to his. Frank shows no hesitation in kissing back, his hands tangling in my hair as he backs me against the side of the bar and we make out heatedly, Franks hips grinding into mine as I bite at his bottom lip ring and he slowly tears himself away from me, growling lowly as he grabs my hand and pulls me off the wall. "My place is a block away" he tells me as he starts pulling me down the street and I stumble after him, my dick half hard in my pants. When we reach his apartment he pulls his keys out and as he fumbles trying to get it in the lock I press against his back, slamming his chest into the door as I attack the side of his neck, biting and sucking as I grind my dick into his ass and Frank groans lowly again and flips himself around, smashing his lips harshly to mine as his hand slides down to cup my dick, squeezing lightly as he grinds his palm into me and I buck my hips forward increasing the pressure. "My bedroom is literally twenty steps away" Frank groans out as he tears his lips away from mine and I grip his hips, spinning him around again and I lean in to growl "Open the door Frank." I feel him shiver against me as he fumbles with the keys again and he finally gets it open, tugging me inside behind him and I kick the door shut behind us as he leads me down the hall and into what I assume is his bedroom.

As we step into the room our hands immediately start tearing at each other's clothes, the sound of fabric ripping sounding out in the room but neither of us care, just desperate to get each other naked. We fall onto the bed together and Frank immediately climbs over me, pinning me down as he dives in to kiss me again and starts grinding his hard dick into mine causing me to groan into his mouth. A few seconds later Frank pulls away and leans over towards the side of the bed and I sigh at the loss of contact but he's back a few seconds later and he kneels beside my hips, tearing open a small foil package and pulling the condom from it, rolling it onto my hard already leaking dick before pouring some lube onto it, stroking me a few times to spread it and I groan softly as I buck my hips up into his touch before he pulls away and sits back on the bed, his legs spread wide and I watch as he slides two fingers down and slips them inside himself, moaning out like a cheap whore and I feel my dick twitch at the sight as I hope I can pull more of those pretty noises from him. I go to sit up as Frank pulls his fingers from himself but he climbs over and presses his hand against my chest, pushing me back down as he slides over to straddle my lap, lining himself up before he starts sliding down onto me, groaning softly as the head of my dick slips inside him and I let out my own groan at how tight he is and my hands fly up to grip his hips hard, helping guide him down further onto me. Once he's fully seated in my lap and I'm fully buried inside him he lets out a small gasp as he says "Fuck you're so big, I mean I saw that before but fuck." I let out my own soft groan as I say "Fuck you're so tight." Frank starts bouncing and grinding in my lap, his head thrown back as he groans loudly and it spurs me on as I buck my hips up, fucking up into him. We work together until Franks rhythm starts to falter and I slide my hand around and grip his dick, stroking him hard and fast and when I swipe my thumb over his slit he clenches tight around me as he slams down hard and cums, striping my chest and stomach and I thrust into him one last time before cumming into the condom.

Frank slumps down over me, pressing his lips to mine again and I kiss back before he climbs off my dick, tugging the condom off me before leaving the room and I lay there wondering what happens now. A few minutes go by and Frank still doesn't come back so I slide off the edge of the bed, reaching down to tug my boxers back on before grabbing my shirt, using it to clean off my stomach before reaching for my jeans and just as I start pulling them on Frank comes back into the room. "Oh" he says, looking hurt and I freeze, looking up to meet his gaze. "I...I thought you would want...." "No it's fine, I should be used to this scenario by now" he says softly before walking over to grab his own clothes off the floor but I drop my jeans and walk over to him, reaching out and grabbing his wrist. "Frank" I say softly and he stands back up straight, turning his head to look at me and I see his eyes are swollen with uncried tears. I sigh softly as I slide my hands up to cup his cheeks before leaning in and sealing my lips to his in a soft kiss, so different to the ones we shared before. "I just thought you would want me to go, but I'm not going anywhere" I whisper against his lips and Frank pulls back a little and says "You don't have to stay." "I want to" I say softly and Frank smiles softly before leaning in and reconnecting our lips.

Once we settle back in bed together we lay side by side facing each other and Franks eyes slowly flutter before closing and they don't reopen. I lay there watching him in the faint moonlight and after a few minutes, just as I'm letting my own eyes slip closed, thinking Frank is asleep he mumbles out "Please be here in the morning, no one ever is." "I will be, I promise" I whisper as I wrap my arm around his waist and when his body is pressed against mine I let my eyes slip closed, feeling the butterflies in my stomach fluttering like crazy as I breathe in the scent I know I want to spend the rest of my life smelling, hoping that Frank will let me get to know him better in the morning.

Notes

One shot I wrote while trying to get over my writers block on some of my other stories, hope you all enjoy it : )