But You're Beautiful To Me..

It has been three days since Frank got back. He has been resting, and I have just been aching to do something with him. Yesterday, he was feeling better, and his cuts already are fading into scars. Knowing my name crossed out will be a scar on Frank's beautiful body, pains me to the point where I cry almost everytime I see it. But I just smile and kiss each scar/cut, telling him they will all be gone one day.

I woke up early today, mostly because I had to go an interview for a comic book studio. Also, I'm picking up some Italian food on the way back for lunch, knowing its Frank's favorite. I get dressed quietly, putting on my pants and button-down long sleeve, and grabbing my jacket as I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my comic samples, art samples, and phone. I run to the front of the campus, and call a taxi over. Once I get to the building, my heart clenches. I walk in, and the short, blond assistant walks me to the meeting room. There, I can almost feel my stomach drop. I see three men, all scanning me up and down. One of them, and nudges the one on the right and looks to my red hair. My hands fly to my hair, and run through it to try to calm me down.

"Take a seat, Mr. Way." The man in the middle commands. I quickly set my folder down on the table, and sit down. I fold my hands as the assistant hands the folder to the man in the middle.

"My name is William Ross, and I am the CEO of Runbar's Comics. These two men here are Dan Murray, and Mark Straut. Dan is the manager of the artwork, and Mark is the manager of the writing. Is that clear?" Mr. Ross asked, in a slow voice, probably thinking I couldn't comprehend it quick enough.

"Yes sir. I contacted Mr. Murray and Mr. Straut, and I was told I was only meeting with them." I say, smoothing my jacket with my hands. Mr. Ross glanced at me, and smiled.

"I'm glad you took response in that. I like that, you're sharp. But I saw the sample of the drawing of that boy, Frank I think it was, and was quite impressed. Since that, I wanted to speak to you about not just internships, but an actual job of art, and writing if I could read any writing of yours. " Mr. Ross answers. My jaw dropped. First of all, I never even knew I sent the drawing of Frank, I thought I sent a picture of an alien that I call 'Hesitant Alien.' I must've sent the wrong one, but I mean, I'm fine with that now. Mr. Ross flipped through my drawings, and once he got to my writing and comic strips, his eyes lit up.

"This, is amazing. Just what we need in order to get something new in these comics. But I must wonder, who is the boy you drew? I know his name is Frank, but is he your friend? Brother?" Mr. Ross wonders. I swallow, and straighten my tie.

"My boyfriend, ever since I came to the college." I say in a nervous voice. Mr. Ross nods, and glances at his assistant, who took the folder from him and handed it back to me.

"Well, I will send you an email later today for all the details. Thank you, and if you have any questions, give us a call. Now, go do college kid stuff. We will be in contact soon Mr. Way." Mr. Ross concludes. The assistant walks me back to the lobby, and I walk out, instantly feeling relieved. I went to the starbucks across the street, and picked up my favorite latte, and walked to the cute little Italian restaurant near by. It was already 12:30pm, and I knew Frank was really hungry by now. I ordered bread and butter, pasta, chicken, and a salad. It took about 25 minutes, but once it finally came out, it smelled amazing. I brought it with my into the cab and headed back to the college. I walk into the dorm, and placed my folder, and the food on the table, and scanned the room for Frank. Suddenly, a hand was pressed over my mouth, then followed by a bandana tied around my mouth. My arms were tied tightly behind me back, and then I was pushed to the ground, landing on my face. I turned over to see the guy I went to buy italian food for, and planned to spend the night cuddling, but nope, I see a fully naked Frank with sweaty hair, messy eyeliner, and a half-hard cock, and he was sprawled over me.

"Let's get those clothes off shall we?" Frank smirks, and I nod. He pulls off my nice pants, and throws them in a wrinkled pile in the corner. He spins me around, untying my arms, only quick enough to tear off my jacket and shirt. He grabs my arms and binds them together again. Frank sits me up on the bed, and grabbed the food from the table and takes out the pasta. He starts eating, and my stomach growls.

"Oh, you want some?" Frank asks sweetly. I nod my head yes, and Frank carries the pasta over to where I was sitting. He pulls off the bandana, and I wait for him to untie my hands, but he doesn't.

"Untie me Frank, I want fooooooood!" I whine. Frank smirks, and brings a fork of pasta to my face, shoving it in my mouth, at the moment I finish swallowing, he leans in and starts to kiss me, very passionately. I fall to my back, Frank on top of me, feeling his sweet lips against mine. He kisses down my chest, and stops at my boxers. He teasingly pulls them down, already exposing my fully hard cock.

"Did my little slut already get hard for me?" He questions with a smile, and I nod.

"Yes Frankie, please, please do something!" I pant. Frank smirks and grazes his teeth over the tip, making me moan with pleasure, as my hips pushed forward. He quickly takes me all in, hallowing his cheeks and sucking, and I couldn't help but to groan and yell with delight. I could feel the throbbing, and I knew I needed to come NOW.

"Frank, I need to come please Frankie!" I gasp.

Suddenly, there's a loud knock on the door.

Notes

So, this chapter was all over the place, I know.
I was stuck and I didn't know what to write but now I have an idea for the next plot. (from the cliffhanger) so I hope you guys enjoy, please leave a rate and also comment if you like the kinky smut, cuz if you don't I could totally go back to regular smut.
-Noelle <3

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