Where's your heart?

Frank and I continue to kiss heatedly for a few minutes before he sits back on his knees, giving us a chance to breathe and I push myself up to sit, Frank smiling as he says "So you're ticklish, good to know." I frown playfully as I poke my tongue out at him and Frank smiles even wider, his head shaking as he leans in to peck my lips again, the kiss lingering as our lips slowly move together. When we pull apart again Frank pushes himself back up, grabbing my hands and helping me up too and once we're settled on the couch we cuddle up together as our attention turns back to the movie that's still playing. Half an hour later the movie comes to an end and Frank gently guides me to sit up, standing and stretching as he lets out a soft groan and as his arms stretch above his head his shirt comes up, revealing a strip of inked flesh, my eyes fixated on it as he turns to face me, his arms coming back down and I quickly snap my gaze up to meet his face, hoping he didn't notice my stare. "It's getting kinda late, I should probably get going" Frank tells me and I nod, wishing he could stay but knowing he should be getting home and I push myself up to stand, Franks arms wrapping around my waist as he steps in to press his body against mine, his face so close I can feel his warm breath against my skin. "I had a really great time tonight" Frank says softly, his eyes staring into mine and I feel my mouth pull into a smile as I say "So did I, I'm glad you came" before I bring my arms up to wrap around his shoulders, meeting him in a hug as I rest my head against his shoulder again. The hug seems to drag on and on, neither of us seeming willing to let go as we stand there holding each other in silence, Franks body feeling different against mine than I'm used to but I decide that I like it better and when I feel him shift a little I pull back, my arms loosening from around his shoulders as I pull back enough to look at his face, a smile on his lips as he leans in and presses them to mine again, kissing me soft and sweet. "I'm getting my phone fixed and I'll call you, I promise I will this time" Frank tells me when we pull apart and I giggle softly before I say "I look forward to it." Frank and I reluctantly pull apart completely and I turn and lead him to the front door, stepping out onto the porch and after another quick peck to my lips Frank turns and says "Have a good night Gerard, I'll talk to you soon."

Once Frank is gone I go back inside and tidy up again, throwing the coffee cups in the trash before turning out the lights and making my way to the bedroom where I pull the covers back and collapse onto the mattress, pulling the covers back over my head and my eyes slip closed as I smile wide, replaying the nights events in my head over and over until I fall asleep, my whole body feeling heated but relaxed and happy. I wake up a few hours later to a warm wet sensation between my legs and when my eyes snap open I realise it's not Franks mouth sucking me in, the dream so vivid I swear it was real and I groan softly as I keep cumming, my hips twitching up slightly as another two spurts escape me before I slump back into the mattress, my toes curling a little as pleasure spreads throughout my whole body and my eyes slip closed again. A few seconds later I wake a little more, becoming fully aware of what just happened and I throw the covers back, quickly getting up and I feel the unpleasant wet stickiness of my pants and I groan softly as I make my way across the hallway, turning on the shower and stripping off my cum soaked pants. After I wash off I slump against the wall, letting the hot water wash over me and I sigh softly as I rub my hands over my face, in disbelief that I just had a wet dream and when I let my mind wander to what it was about I feel my stomach twist unpleasantly, knowing that of course I like getting my dick sucked but feeling unsure of how I would feel if it was really Frank doing that to me. I try my best to push it out of my mind as I step out of the shower and dry off, crossing back to the bedroom naked and grabbing some clean boxers, checking the bed sheets before I climb back in and I sigh in relief that they feel dry as I curl up and attempt to go back to sleep.

By friday night I still haven't heard from Frank and I decide I need to get out of the house, heading downtown to a club I used to frequent and when I get there I call Mikey and see if he and Pete want to join me, Mikey telling me they'll be there within an hour. I go inside, pushing through the crowd and making my way to the bar and ordering a drink, deciding I need to just get drunk and forget about everything for a while, my head having been spinning for days since my night with Frank. Two hours later Mikey and Pete have showed up and I am beyond drunk, making my way onto the dance floor between all the drunk writhing bodies and a cute girl in a barely there dress starts grinding against me, the friction feeling good and I grab her hips, pulling her into me more and she turns her head to smirk at me, my head coming down to kiss her and as her tongue slides into my mouth all I can think about is how wrong she tastes, the kiss too sloppy and soft for my liking and when we pull apart she giggles softly and takes my hand, leading me across the club and down the hallway to where the bathrooms are. Just before we reach the bathrooms she reaches out and pushes open another door, pulling me inside and closing the door before she flicks the light on and I see we're in a storage room, her hands bracing against my chest as she backs me against the door before her hands slide down to undo my belt, a soft giggle escaping her as she winks at me before she drops to her knees, her hands making quick work of opening my pants. What feels like seconds later the girl is reaching into my boxers, pulling my half hard dick out and she leans in and licks a stripe over the head before skimming her lips up and down my length and I groan softly as I feel myself fully harden, the contact feeling great and once I'm fully hard she takes me into her mouth and starts sucking, her actions a little sloppy but in my drunken state it still feels amazing. A few minutes later I start to feel myself getting close, my hands sliding down to tangle in the back of her hair as I buck my hips forward, my eyes having slipped closed and as I feel myself start to cum my hands shift, the strands of her hair moving between my fingers and it sparks memories of the other night and I groan loudly before saying "Oh fuck, Frank, yeah," snapping my hips forward more as I finish cumming. "What the fuck?" I hear being shrieked and when my eyes snap open I see the girl kneeling on the floor, her face a mask of rage and I freeze as I realise what just happened, the room starting to spin and I clumsily tuck myself back into my pants as I turn and flee the room, hurrying down the hallway as I do my pants back up, desperate to get out of there. I push my way through the crowd of dancing bodies as I make my way back across to the bar, looking for Mikey and Pete and just as I reach them, opening my mouth to tell them we need to go I hear "You dirty fucking faggot" being screamed and I turn to see the girl standing behind me, her hand raising to slap me across the face and Mikey stands out of his seat, getting in the girls face but not touching her as he says "Back the fuck off, now." The girls eyes widen as she stumbles back a step and Mikey turns and grabs my arm, telling me "Let's go" before leading me from the club, Pete following behind looking confused.

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