In My Mind Only

"Okay, so have you decided on a movie yet?" I asked Frank. I was still in the middle of boiling the pasta when I heard him removing the wrapper of one of the movies.

"Well, I wanna try this one, but then I also wanna try this other one. So many choices to make," he groaned. I chuckled in response.

"Why not watch both?" I asked.

"Oh," he responded. It seems like he never even thought of that.

"Okay, so which one do you want to see first?" I asked.

"Well, they both kinda have the same plots, pretty much."

"Well, what's the first one?" I asked.

"It's called Equalizer," he said. I thought about it for a second and then remembered seeing the previews.

"The one with Denzel Washington? Great! Put that one on," I encouraged. I continued making the dressing for the pasta as Frank impatiently took the wrapper off the movie.

"Mr.Way, I'll be messing with your T.V, just to let you know." I chuckled at his childishness and sat down on my recliner. I looked over at Frank and watched as he crawled over to the DVD player. I observed the way his bottom swayed with each time he moved one of his legs forward. I quietly gasped and slapped my cheek hard, making him look at me.

"Did you just-" I interrupted him.

"Yeah. Pay no mind. I was in thought," I explained. I watched as his eyes trailed down lower on my body and I instinctively looked down.

"Thinking about Ray again?" he asked. I covered myself. My God, this is embarrassing. I felt my cheek heating up and I quickly got up and headed into my room before sitting on my bed. After a few moments of silence, I heard the door open squeakily.

"Mr. Way, you know, it's normal. You don't need to be embarrassed, besides, I mean, you've gotten like that in front of me before so," he explained. That made me feel worse.

"I should be able to control myself. I'm a grown man-" I wasn't able to finish my sentence before he interrupted me.

"Exactly. You're a grown man; therefore, it's natural. Let's go watch the movie and I think your food is burning or something." That was all he needed to say before I sprinted towards the kitchen and quickly took the pot off the stove. I studied it and I was happy to see that it was just right. I started making the sauce and cutting up some raw chicken. I was working on oiling the pan when Frank walked up and leaned forward on the counter.

"What are you making?" He asked as I placed the pieces of chicken on the pan one by one and covered it with my pizza pan.

"It's a pasta that my parents cooked for me and my siblings. It'll be done in 20-30 minutes," I responded. He nodded and stayed there. I was slightly surprised because I was expecting him to go and start the movie. He cleared his throat as I was opening a can of tomato sauce causing me to look at him.

"Anything I can do to help?" He asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Sure. Can you turn the chicken over? It'll pop so be careful, okay?" He nodded and walked over to the stove, taking the pan off the stove. I watched as he grabbed the big plastic spoon that was on the counter and moved the chicken around. I sighed happily and turned back to pouring the tomato sauce in another big pot that I planned on pouring the noodles in. I was in the middle of rinsing off the noddles when I heard Frank yelp and he dropped to his knees, slightly groaning. I quickly put the bowl down and rushed over to him.

"What happened?!" I asked as I helped him up. He was holding his neck and wouldn't move his hand.

"Nothing. I just started staring off into space," he tried to dismiss me. I grabbed his wrist and forcefully moved his hand. He turned his head away so I couldn't see.

"Frank," I said sternly. He still didn't move. I clenched my jaw in frustration and turned his head myself, looking at the huge red mark on his neck. His skin is sensitive if he got this hurt just from an oil pop. I moved away from him and into my room without a word and came back shortly with a cold, wet towel and handed it to him.

"Here." Then I went back to draining the noodles. I looked over at the chicken and mixed it again, barely even noticing the oil that popped on my hands.

"Ah, thanks, by the way. Is the chicken okay? I didn't burn it?" He asked it. I smiled at his concern for the food.

"Your safety is more important. Besides, it's fine. Don't worry about it," I said as I poured the noodles in the pot and began mixing it with the sauce on the bottom.

"Frank, can you turn off the stove and then mix the chicken once more. It shouldn't pop anymore." I heard the stove click off as I continued mixing it.

"What now, Mr. Way?" I heard him ask.

"Come over here and scoop it into this pot while I mix it." He comes over to my side and scoops the chicken in spoonful by spoonful, making it easier to mix. It was then that I noticed how close his face was to mine. I tried to ignore it and mix it a little faster until he was done and stepped away. I let out a sigh in relief and then went to wash my hands. By the time I was drying them, I heard the movie start.

"Okay. Dinner time, then, Frankie!" I called out to him over the loud sound of the opening scene. "Come wash your hands," I say as I open a top cabinet and reach for a couple of plates.

"You sound like an adult," he says as he's washing his hands. I roll my eyes as I scoop a good amount of pasta onto his plate and set it aside before giving myself the same amount.

"Maybe that's because I am," I say back as I take our plates to the living room coffee table and sit on the floor. He comes over and sit down near my on the floor.

"Just barely," he chuckled. I wanted to stick my tongue out at him, but decided against it because that would help his argument. Then I realized I forgot the drinks so I got up instead.

"Tea sound good to you?" I asked him.

"Sure," He answered as he put a forkful of pasta in his mouth. I smiled, kind of hoping he would compliment my cooking, but then brush the idea away from my thought as I grabbed the tea from the fridge. Like Frank Iero would actually compli-

"This is really good, Mr. Way. Thank you for the food," he said as he never took his eyes away from the movie playing in front of him. I tried not to smile as I pour us a cup full of tea both and walked back over to the coffee table.

"No problem, Mr. Iero, and here's your tea," I said as I held it out to him. He took it but not without giving me a look.

"What?" I said as I took a seat.

"What happened to 'Frankie'?" he asked, taking a drink of the tea before setting it down on the table. I shrugged my shoulders and we ate in silence for a while before he spoke quietly.

"I... kind of liked it," he murmured. Shocked, I quickly snapped my head to look over at him.

Huh?...

Notes

So, yeah. Gonna be writing some smuttiness soon. Even though I'm a smut-slut, I can't write it worth shit, so bare with me cx
Anyways, enjoy! Feedback would be sexy :3

-OAIF <3