Speed dating is for losers

“I hate being single!” Frank plops down on the couch next to me and starts eating popcorn. “Hey leave that alone!” I move the popcorn bowl out of his reach. “And stop complaining. Girls are crazy about you.” “Yeah but I don’t have the guts to even talk to them. How do you do that?” I shrug. “How did you meet your ex?” Frank frowns. “I really don’t want to talk about that…” “You get drunk and talk to them.” I suggest. “Yeah because girls love drunk me.” “I agree you’re delightful.” I say, thinking of that New Year’s Eve party in college. “Shut up.” He mutters and reaches for the game controller. “Are we gonna play or not?” “If you really want to meet girls there’s another way…” “I’m listening.” Frank drops the controller next to him. “Ever heard of speed dating?” Frank groans. “Speed dating is for losers.” He says. “Well then it’s just right for you.” He bumps me in the shoulder. “I’m serious. You should try it.” “Fine. When is it?” he sighs. “Today. At Denny’s.” I get up. “Wait how do you know this?” He asks. “They have it every Friday. I met Ella there.” Frank laughs. “Who’s the loser now?” “Still you.”
After a ten minute drive we arrive at the bar. “What are you gonna do if I bring a girl back home?” Frank asks after he parks his car outside the bar. “Not believe my eyes.” I laugh. “Thanks for the support. But seriously, how will you get home?” “I’ll just walk home. If anything like this actually does happen.” He hits me in the shoulder again “How about you? You’re single too.” “I’m good for now… I’ll just go around and promote you.” “Do you really have to?” “Yes.” We step in the bar. “Good evening.” Lady at the entrance says. “Are you here for speed dating?” “Yes.” I say. “Do you know the rules?” “Yes I know, I’ll explain to him later.” “Okay here are your numbers and papers.” She says and gives us badges with numbers 38 and 10. “Also write your telephone numbers and names next to your number on the list.
“Want anything to drink?” I ask Frank. He shakes his head. “Okay so this is how speed dating works. You have these papers right? You’re gonna use them to rate your date. Firstly you sit at whichever table you want to and after 5 minutes the bell rings and you move to the table on your right. After you’re done you bring the table numbers of girls you think you could work with to the lady in the front and when we’re leaving you will get the phone numbers of girls who want you to call them. You got it?” Frank nods and turns the badge with his number in his hands. “I’m gonna fuck this up.” He laughs. “I don’t think even you can fuck up a conversation in 5 minutes.” I laugh. “Just don’t ask them about their jobs or where they’re from.” “Okay…”
The bell rings which means we have to start. “Go get ‘em tiger.” I laugh at Frank. “Shut up.” He mutters and goes to table number 7. I sit down two tables away from him.
“Hello.” Says the brown-haired girl at the table. “My name is Laura.” “Gerard.” I shake her hand. “Umm listen… I’m not here to look for a girlfriend actually.” She looks at me, confused. “Then what are you doing here?” “I’m trying to find a girl for my friend over there.” I say and point to Frank who is laughing with the girl at his table. “He’s cute. Why are you doing this?” “Because I’m sick of his whining about how single he is.” Laura laughs. “Okay tell me more about him.” “Um… He plays the guitar… he loves dogs and skittles.” I laugh. “What else?” “Um… he likes tattoos, he has lots of them.” “Oh that’s cool.” “He has a really cute laugh… very high, like a kid.” “What about his butt?” She sees the look of confusion on my face and starts laughing. “Uh…his butt?” “Yeah I like guys with cute butt like yours for example.” “Umm… I don’t know… I’ve never really looked at his butt.” I say which is a lie. “You’re blushing.” She smiles. “I am?” “Yeah, your face is almost as red as your hair.” My hands instantly fly to my face which is burning hot. “You did look at his butt.” I bite my lip. “I’m… yeah… I’m kinda gay.” I say, probably blushing even harder. “Do you like him?” God, my face can probably be used as a red traffic light by now. “Uh… A bit yeah… But he’s my best friend.” “Does he know you’re gay?” “No… I didn’t come out to him yet. Only to my brother and you and my ex…” “Wait your ex-boyfriend didn’t know you’re gay?” “Ex-girlfriend.” I correct her. “We broke up after that, obviously.” “Yikes. Actually double yikes if Frank is straight.” “He’s not. He’s bisexual but he hasn’t dated any men in years…” “Then why don’t you tell him!?” She almost yells at me. “Because A) he doesn’t know I’m gay. B) We’re best friends. C) He probably doesn’t like me anyways.” “Tell him you’re gay.” “I will just not today… today I’m trying to find him a girlfriend and I’m doing a terrible job.” The bell rings, announcing that our five minutes is over. “Don’t tell him anything.” “I won’t but you do. Today.”
I met Frank in college. Back then he was still dating his last boyfriend Luke. I thought he was cool with his tattoos and piercings and everything and he was a really awesome person.We had some classes together, but I didn’t know his name, I just knew he was that tattooed guy that played with his guitar pick when he was bored. He never said anything and the only reason I noticed him was because of his tattoos and band shirts. But we didn’t speak until one day, when I was walking to my room and I heard the riff from The forbidden zone by Misfits coming out of one of the rooms. Obviously, the idiot I am, I knocked on the door and the music stopped. Frank looked out. “Who are you?” “Was that The forbidden zone you were playing?” “Yes. I’m trying to learn it on the guitar.” “It sounds awesome.” He shook his head. “No I can’t get it to sound right.” Then he invited me in and played it again. We talked about music until his ex came in and wanted me out. Ever since then we’ve been friends. I remember something I’ve been thinking a lot about ever since I figured out I have a thing for him. It happened at a New Year’s Eve party in college, when I’ve known Frank for about two months. Frank and Luke had just broken up and Frank was really heartbroken about it so I dragged him to this party and Frank and I both got really shit-faced drunk. At the countdown he suddenly grabbed my face and kissed me. I was too drunk to remember whether I liked it or not or if I kissed him back. I don’t even remember the feeling of his lips on mine. I just know that he kissed me. The next day Frank told me he doesn’t remember anything from the party so I never told him about the kiss.
For the next hour and a half I go around and have a lot five-minute conversations, mostly about Frank. When it’s finally over, I wait for him by the shank. He comes to me, smiling. “I take it back. That was kinda fun.” I have to tell him. “See?” I smile. Fuck I have to tell him. “Let’s go home.” I say. “Okay.”
When we exit the bar I surprisingly get one number. I look at the name and see it’s Laura’s. Frank gets around 10 numbers and shoves them in his pocket. “Did I tell you why Ella and I broke up?” I ask him in the car. “No… But why is that important.” Frank asks, turning the car key. “We broke up because… I’m gay.” He stops and looks at me. “You’re gay?” I nod. “We gotta go to some gay bars then.” He smiles. “Yeah…” I look out the window. It’s too dark outside to see much but it’s calming to just stare out the window.
“Remember when I kissed you?” Frank’s voice cuts through the silence. “I thought you didn’t remember that.” “I do. I actually quite liked that.” My heart jumps when he says these words. “I don’t remember how it felt like… I just know that you kissed me.” Frank pulls up in front of his house. “It felt… good. You’re a surprisingly good kisser when you’re drunk.” He laughs. My heart drops. It seems like he doesn’t care about it. Even if he did like me sometime in the past, he definitely doesn’t like me now. I turn to look at him and the next thing I know he’s kissing me, his hands wrapping around my neck and pulling me closer. At first I don’t really realize what’s happening but then I feel the warmth of his body against mine and how soft his lips feel on mine. He breaks off too soon and looks at me smiling. “In case you were wondering, that’s how it felt like. Only that kiss was more booze flavored.” I smile. “That felt really good.” “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He says in a low voice that makes my dick twitch and my heart beat even faster. “Let’s go inside, shall we?” I say and quickly kiss him again. He nods and opens his car door. “You know…” He says and takes my hand. “You’re even a better kisser when you’re sober.” I smile. “Don’t I know it?” Frank laughs. “Did I tell you your laugh is the most adorable thing ever?” “Yes I think you mentioned it once when you were drunk but hearing it again doesn’t hurt.” He smiles.
“So what are we gonna do now?” I say when we get inside. “I have a couple of ideas…” He says and leans against the wall, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me against him. He kisses me, slowly at first but then he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding in my mouth. He pulls me closer so we’re completely pressed against each other. I feel his boner pressing against my thigh which makes my dick even harder. He feels it and smiles against my mouth. My lips move down to his neck, sucking on his pulse and he moans. “Do any of the ideas involve you sucking my dick?” I ask with a smirk. “Now they do.” He pulls me towards his bedroom. I close the door with a kick and lean against it as Frank kisses me again, his hands pulling off my shirt. We break apart just so he can pull it over my head and throw it on the ground. He then pulls his shirt off and kisses me again. My hands move down to unbuckle his belt. “You need help with that?” Frank asks, his hands unzipping his jeans and pulling them off so he’s only in his boxers. While he tries to take my jeans off (curse skinny jeans) I slip my hand is his dark blue boxers and start palming him. He moans loudly. “Fuck Gee!” He finally manages to pull my pants down and my boxers with them. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asks suddenly. “Yes, god, just do it!” He smiles and gets on his knees, kissing my stomach and then moving down to my dick. He takes the head in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. I moan loudly and I tangle my fingers with his hair, urging him to go on. He moves his lips further down my cock, sucking me off. “Oh fuck Frank!” I moan when he’s almost deep throating me. “Fuck me!” I almost yell. He pulls away. “What did you say, sweetheart?” “Fuck me.” “As you say.” He smiles and pushes me on his bed, crawling on top of me. He opens his drawer and takes out a bottle of lube and starts coating his fingers and his dick with it. I want to go without prep but I also want to walk tomorrow. “Ready?” Frank asks and I nod. He slides two of his fingers inside me and I moan at the sensation. God that feels so good! Frankie smiles and starts scissoring his fingers inside me. I moan again and he smiles. “Dammit Frankie, just fuck me already!” I can’t wait any longer. He grins at me. “As you say sweetie.” He pulls his fingers out and smiles at me, then slowly slides his cock inside me and I moan loudly. It hurts a bit but the pain ends as soon as he passes the first few rings of muscles. “God Gee you’re so tight.” Frankie moans and starts thrusting deeper inside me, slowly at first but then faster. “Does it hurt?” “No. Just keep going.” I say and his pace speeds up. I wrap my fingers around my length and start pumping at the same speed. I moan loudly when he hits my prostate. It’s the most amazing feeling ever. “Oh fuck Frankie!” I feel my orgasm building up at the pit of my stomach. “I’m gonna come!” Frankie almost yells and then let’s out an unrealistic moan, filling me with his warm liquid. That sends me over the edge and I coat my stomach with my cum. He pulls out of me and lies down next to me, breathing heavily. “My neighbors are gonna hate us.” He giggles and slowly kisses me. “Frankie?” I say after we lay in silence for a while, just catching out breaths. “Hm?” “What did you mean when you said you’ve waited a long time to do this?” “Well… Ever since we kissed at that party I wanted you, but I thought you were straight. That’s also why I’ve only dated girls for the past two years. I didn’t want any other guy but you. And even the girls were just a distraction, a distraction from how much I wanted you, how much I wanted to be with you.” I kiss him. “You can have me all you want now.” He smiles. “Right now I want you to take a shower. You’re all sweaty and sticky.” “Only if you come with me.” I giggle. “If you insist.”
We were already clean but only staying in the shower because of the warm water when Frank takes a bottle of shampoo and squeezes a reasonable amount of it on his hands. “What are you doing?” I ask him. “Stay still.” He orders and steps on his toes, putting the shampoo in my hair. “Frank…” “I said stay still.” He giggles and starts spiking up my hair. “I hate you.” I say when I realize what he’s doing. “Shut up you’re still gorgeous.” “I have a Mohawk.” I mutter and raise my hand up to my head to fix my hair.” “No, no, no don’t do this!” Frank protests. “Okay but then I must get my revenge.” I say, squeezing shampoo on my hands. “Don’t you dare!” He tries to move away from me but I catch him, putting shampoo on his hair. “You look like Draco Malfoy.” I laugh when I’m finished. Suddenly the water turns icy cold and we both quickly move away from it. Frank starts laughing. “Well shit… we used up all the hot water.” “We still gotta wash shampoo off our heads.” I laugh. “There’s no way I’m going back under that. It’s fucking cold.” “I’m gonna go be brave.” I say, stepping under the cold spray of water. “Go be brave babe.” He says and laughs when I gasp from the extreme coldness running down my body. I pull him under the shower and he lets out a weird, high pitched noise when the water hits his body. “Did you just call me babe?” I ask him, pulling him close so our noses are almost touching. “Yes I did.” He says and washes the shampoo off his hair. I press a long kiss on his lips but stop when I realize he’s shivering. “You’re shaking.” “No shit Sherlock. The water is colder than the North Pole for fuck’s sake.” I laugh and kiss his forehead. “Alright, let’s get out then.”
I wrap a towel around us until Frank stops shaking. “Better now sweetie?” I ask him. He nods his face buried in the crook of my shoulder. “I just don’t want to stay like that forever.” He says. “I’m okay with that.” I smile, wrapping my arms around him. We stay like that for a while, the cold water from his hair dripping down my chest, but I don’t mind. I plant dozens of small kisses on his head and forehead and he smiles. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He says and kisses me. I look at him and he looks so happy, happier than I’ve ever seen him before. I smile and kiss him again. “You’re perfect.” I whisper in his ear and he smiles. “Earlier today you called me a loser.” “That was before I had sex with you” I laugh. “Wanna go to bed?” He asks me and I nod. It’s probably way past midnight already. He moves slightly away from me, takes my hand and leads me back to his bedroom. We climb in his bed and he curls up next to me, falling asleep almost immediately. I lie awake for a while, just listening to his breathing and feeling his steady heartbeat. That fucker even forgot we still had popcorn. I laugh to myself and close my eyes.

Notes

first story here yay :) I hope you enjoyed it