Where's your heart?

A few days later Frank and I are still in a weird place, not exactly fighting but not exactly happy either and he's been putting in a lot of effort but I still can't let it go yet. I'm laying back against the pillows on the bed reading while Frank moves around the room putting away some laundry he did before he grabs out his bag for the club and starts to gather what he needs for work. I'm just finishing the chapter I'm on when Frank comes over and climbs onto the bed with me, wriggling his way up until he's curled against my side with his head propped up on his arm and I sit the book aside and turn my head to look at him. "All packed?" I ask, glancing over at the bag sitting by the door before looking back and Frank smiles and nods before leaning in and pecking my lips. "You wanna come with?" He asks, looking hopeful and when I don't respond right away he says "We could hang out and have a few drinks and I know Nicole's been missing you." "Well I do like watching you dance" I tell him, pulling a cheeky smile from him and as I slide off the bed to find something to wear I hear Frank rattle around in his bedside drawer and when I turn back he's sprawled in the middle of the bed seductively, a pair of red heart shaped glasses covering his eyes and when he sees the look on my face he smirks wide and says "I like knowing you're watching, maybe I'll give you a little show tonight." "Well everyone's in for a treat then" I tell him, raising an eyebrow at him and Frank chuckles before saying "You know sometimes when I'm up there to get me in the right mood I think about you and me." "What about us?" I ask, my clothes hanging forgotten at my side as I take a step towards the bed and Franks smirk returns before he says "I think about you and me on this bed, the way we move against each other like I move on stage, the faces you make when....." But he's cut off by my lips, my clothes laying in a pile on the floor as I scramble to climb over him and once I'm settled I press him into the mattress, kissing him breathless and as Frank reaches up to take his glasses off I grab his wrist, pushing it up above his head and pinning it there. "Leave them on" I tell him, rolling my hips down against his so he can feel just how hard he's making me and Frank lets out a low whine into my mouth, kissing back with just as much passion and just as things start to get more heated Frank reluctantly breaks our kiss to pant out "Babe we don't have time, I have to be there in twenty minutes." I groan in frustration before rolling off to collapse onto the mattress beside Frank, my chest heaving and my pants tight, my lips tingling as they swell from the biting kisses we were sharing.

Fifteen minutes later I have somehow managed to will my erection down and Frank and I are in a cab heading for the club. A minute later we finally pull up and as we make our way inside a small group of guys standing outside smoking start calling out to Frank, making suggestive comments and while Frank laughs it off I feel myself getting pissed off, knowing that guys are going to be looking at Frank but not wanting to hear their pathetic fantasies with him. Frank turns to look back at me as we approach the door and when he sees the look on my face he spins around fully to face me before launching himself on me, dropping his bag of stuff on the ground beside our feet as his hands come up to tangle in my hair, tugging harshly as he makes a show of shoving his tongue into my mouth, groaning loudly against my lips and I feel my lips pull up into a half smirk as I kiss back, playing it up too and I slide one hand down to grab at Franks ass, squeezing and pulling his hips into mine and he rolls his hips against mine, grinding our crotches together for a second before he pulls away and bends down to grab his bag, sending a smug smirk over to the guys who are now staring at us in silence, their mouths open wide in disbelief and as Frank turns to enter the club I step up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, nuzzling my face into his neck as he leads us past the bouncer.

An hour after we get to the club I am sitting on a bar stool talking with Nicole, the night still early and the club is just a generic club still, the dancing entertainment not starting for another hour, while Frank delivers drinks to the table of guys we saw outside. As he comes back over and takes his seat beside me again I look over at him I see a few notes sticking out of his pants, Frank being shirtless already and when he notices I'm looking he pulls them out and says "Well waiting that table was definitely worth it," the guys having requested Frank serve their drinks when they saw him at the bar with no shirt on. I chuckle as I watch him count the tips he just made for almost nothing and when he looks back over at me again he says "They asked if you're a dancer too, just so you know" making my face go bright red and Nicole starts laughing to herself at my embarrassment. For the next half hour we continue to just talk and drink, Frank occasionally getting up and delivering drinks again and just as the crowd starts building Frank tells me he better go backstage and warm up, offering for me to come with him but Nicole begs me to stay and keep her company between crowds so I stay where I am, kissing Frank and wishing him luck before watching him go through the door to the back room. A few minutes after Frank leaves one of the guys from the table that have been requesting Frank all night comes over and orders another round of shots and various other drinks, asking for Frank again but when Nicole tells him Frank is busy he glances over and notices me still sitting here. "You then?" He asks, swaying a little and I can smell the alcohol on his breath already. "Don't work here" I tell him, turning my back to him a little and as he reaches out and grabs roughly at my shoulder Nicole's hand shoots out and grabs his wrist, squeezing tight enough that he cries out in pain. "He said he doesn't fucking work here so if you want these drinks keep your dirty hands off my friend" she spits and the guys eyes widen, Nicole letting go of his wrist and he quickly digs in his pocket for some money, throwing a handful of notes on the bar before taking the tray and hurrying away. "What a punk" Nicole chuckles as she picks up the money, counting it before looking back up at me and saying "He just gave us a $40 tip, you want half?" I chuckle too before saying "Nah you earned it, thanks by the way." "No problem, these drunks need to learn their place sometimes" she tells me, opening the register and putting the money in, slipping her tip into her back pocket.

Twenty minutes later the lighting and music change behind me and I turn around in my seat, Nicole busy with the sudden rush of people wanting another drink before the entertainment begins and the DJ announces Frank up first, starting a song I don't recognise and I frown a little in confusion as I thought he was doing heart shaped glasses for me, having implied he would at home but as he struts out on stage, doing a backflip before dropping to his knees and tearing open the shirt he put on I don't care, watching the way his body glistens under the stage lights as he moves and I find myself thinking about the things he talked about earlier, his movement reminding me of the way he moves in bed and by the time his dance is done I'm semi hard again, the crowd going crazy and protesting as he leaves the stage.

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