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It felt too warm for it to be early afternoon in the fall, Bill thought as he fitted the layer of chain link wires he cut to repair the damage raiders had done before. Frank had gotten him to put off doing this for long enough now, having moved an abandoned car in front of the damaged part of the fence to make up for it. But now that Bill was up and about again, this was the first thing in his to-do list. He threaded the wire into its neighboring diamonds that had stayed intact and unbent, the flimsier electrified layer of fence behind it had been shut off while Bill was finishing this up.
The cool breeze did little to help, but it was at least something. Bill rolled up his sleeves before adjusting the thick fabric gloves he had on to protect his hands from the sharp cut wires. Bill was surprised they had gone this long without a part of their fence reinforced, in all honesty it had been keeping him up most nights when he should've been healing from a gut wound. But after getting Frank to check the cameras in the basement that he himself couldn't reach, it seemed that the traps around the fences did a good enough job while they needed them. Christ, that's another thing to add to the list, he'd have to reset some of the traps and double check how they're functioning after weeks without proper maintenance. For now, Bill just took mental note of what needed to be done while he finished up the task at hand.
After threading the bent wires into place and pinching the ends closed with pliers, Bill had gathered up his tools and the roll of chain links he left on the ground beside him. Even with his late start this morning, he had managed to push the car mostly out of the way on his own, and repair most of the fence within a few hours. Now all he had to do was get the supplies in hand back in the storeroom and push the car back into place. Having more cars piled around the fences sounded like a good idea in theory; But getting all of them, scattered in all different parts of the neighborhood, to surround the fences on their block? Bill had already broken a sweat just moving one on his own, even with Frank's help it would take a few days or more to get them all in place to keep their little safe haven out of sight. Bill would think more about that plan later, right now he decided to put the thoughts out of mind while he walked to the storehouse and remotely unlocked it with the small device he kept on his belt.
He walked past their house on his way there, spotting Frank sitting on the porch but not catching much else as he went. Bill had the metal roll tucked under one arm while the other held his toolbox and wrapped underneath the chain link roll for extra support. If he wasn't wearing his gloves still, Bill was sure he would have dropped either of the things in hand with his sweaty palms, or maybe that was caused by his gloves. Either way it didn't matter now, he reached the makeshift warehouse and unlocked the door after setting down his toolbox. Bill propped the door open with the box as he brought the roll in with both hands and carried it down the stairs to set it back where it went with the rest of the wire supplies and hardware. When he went back up he nabbed the toolbox by the door and went back to the car.
Light reflected off the chipped paint off the car, metal feeling warm under Bill's hands as he spent the next good bit shoving the car back into place after setting the tools down again. The muscles under his flannel stretched the material, the fabric hugging his shoulders a little too tightly for his comfort while he rammed his shoulder into the car and kept pushing. He could feel the sweat he worked up accomplishing the task on his own, it settled uncomfortably on his skin while he silently thought that would've been a hell of a lot easier if Frank decided to stop staring like an idiot and helped him. But it got done regardless of whether or not Bill had his help, now he just had to ignore the minute buzzing in his stomach that appeared after realizing Frank had been staring at him for this long. Bill walked over to their home after picking the tools up off the pavement, no point in keeping the tools here when they'd need them more often at home than by the fence.
So, Bill walked down the street with most of the sweat that accumulated on his brow dried out by now, most of it anyway. Some of it was still making hairs stick to his forehead but he took off his gloves and swiped at his face with them before trudging up the porch steps.
"Good morning, well, noon but 'Good Noon' doesn't have the same ring to it," Frank's voice, chipper and jovial as ever, like it usually was. Bill glanced over to the other sitting on the little porch set that Frank himself picked out. The one they used for their little brunch with Tess and Joel. Frank claimed they should keep it out here, even though those two wouldn't be coming around too often, at least for now. Said something about it being for themselves too, Bill thought maybe he could bring their lunch out here to enjoy the pleasant weather, Frank would like that right?
"Afternoon." Bill deadpanned as he contemplated what Frank would prefer more, or would he even want to have lunch with him today? as he tucked the pair of gloves under his arm. Bill opened the front door with his now free hand and pushed it with his shoulder while Frank had rolled his eyes at Bill's dry attempt at a joke.
The toolbox in hand cracked against the door a bit and Bill gave it a quick once over to make sure he didn't scuff the paint. Frank had repainted the place ages ago, but it still looked nice with the other's usual upkeep.
"Well aren't you a chatterbox this morning," Frank followed him inside after pushing himself up out of his chair, paying the paint on the door no mind. Bill could see Frank's usual close-lipped smile out of the corner of his eye. The warmth the other man exuded was practically infectious, with how something as simple as a smile could make Bill see the world as less bleak and miserable as it truly is. That simple smile made him nearly forget why he was fixing the fence, why a fence was needed in the first place.
"You're usually the one filling the silence most mornings since we ran out of coffee, thought you'd be used to it by now," Bill returned easily with a partial simper himself, the coffee part was inevitable but tolerable. Just not enjoyable. The lack of coffee definitely didn't help Bill maintain a talking mood, most mornings he'd hear Frank ramble about some dream he had or on other occasions they'd have a quieter morning. Only before Frank had woken up fully and found something new to talk about with Bill. Bill had never told Frank how much he enjoyed those mornings, how much he appreciated the fact that Frank never made him feel pressured to talk but still rambled on for Bill to listen to. There was nothing else he'd rather listen to in the morning, even if he ended up listening to some story about one of the weirdest dreams he'd heard of instead of some profound or interesting conversation. It was still Frank who was talking, so he'd enjoy whatever the other had to say anyway.
"Oh God right the coffee, I guess that's why we've been having such late mornings," Frank attested to Bill's sentiment, although Bill relied on coffee the most, Frank was the one to make more of a fuss about it. It gave him an excuse to laze about more in the mornings, and Frank would take whatever excuse he could get.
"We have only been having such late mornings because you like to lay in bed all day and keep me trapped with you," That may have also been an excuse on Bill's part. He thought nobody could blame him for wanting an excuse to lounge in bed and hold Frank for longer than usual. The lack of coffee motivating their mornings was just a perfect excuse, so Bill couldn't judge Frank for using that as an excuse for the same thing. Bill set the toolbox down by the front door and placed the gloves on top of it, kicking off his boots and making his way to the kitchen to wash off his hands.
"Uh-huh, trapped with me, you make it sound like you'd rather be anywhere else," Frank retorted with a delighted grin and a knowing air that just screamed 'We both know you got nowhere else you'd want to be'. Frank, being completely right about that, trailed further into the house after Bill.
Bill couldn't think of a snappish response that would either make Frank laugh or would tease him right back, so he opted to keep his mouth shut as he reached the sink and washed the sweat and dirt off his hands and forearms. Frank must have taken Bill's silence as defeat because his smile only grew wider.
"You think you could make lunch for us today?" Frank prodded Bill with his index finger to lightly jab the other between his shoulder blades, his finger dragging down for only a second before it stopped to rest on his hip. The touch nearly sent Bill a tremor down his back but it only brought a faint heat in his face that he could easily brush off. Frank let his hand fall as he moved to lean back against the counter beside Bill, his eyes roving up and down the other before settling back on Bill's eyes.
"Like I usually do?" Bill let out an amused scoff before glancing around the kitchen to look for the hand towel, a task used to ignore the faint flush in his face until it went away. He plucked it off the island counter top and dried off his hands, before folding it and leaving it to hang over the door handle of the oven below the stove. "Don't see why not."
"Thank you sweetheart," Frank returned with a habitual affection, not to say that the feelings behind his words were diminished. They had only made a habit of calling Bill anything other than 'Bill', and that was often something sweeter than just his plain old name. Even with how often Frank had taken to calling Bill those kinds of nicknames, it still made a part of his chest feel like he was being drowned in warm and syrupy honey.
Bill just hummed in acknowledgement before he went to their fridge, giving the ingredients they had a quick inspection, seeing what he could make for them. The large bowl of washed vegetables they harvested looked inviting, he pulled the bowl out and a bag of recently butchered meat he hadn't used in one of their last dinners. He'd be able to cook these down and chop up the beef to put in a nice soup, something filling that could last them a while. Bill shut the fridge door with his foot as he walked over to the small island across from the stove, setting the bowl and bag down.
The sound of feet shuffling around behind him was briefly ignored while Bill began prepping the vegetables, leaving them on a cutting board after washing them off and getting out a large saucepan. Sunlight pooled through the window at the end of the kitchen, and soon enough the smell of meat and spices searing on the stove filled the content air. The content air they made for themselves, it was nothing like the feeling Bill thought he made for himself years ago when this all started. He didn't know what content could be, before it was unfulfilling, like an emptiness he unintentionally filled with anxiety and meaningless tasks that barely quelled that fear that fermented under his skin. That sentiment contrasted how things are now so starkly, Bill still found it difficult to register all of this as real sometimes. Being able to truly feel happy day to day, without the festering restlessness controlling him as much as it had, to feel loved. Some nights Bill's mind tried to convince him that this was too good to be true, something that could be yanked away from him if he wasn't careful, and in reality it was. In reality, in their lives, it was all too easy to lose someone. But that was why Bill worked so hard to preserve what he had, to protect Frank and the goodness he gave. Working as hard as he did, it made it easier for Bill to accept the ardency Frank gave so freely.
Bill had mostly cooked the meat before setting it aside on a cool part of the stove. Turning around to grab some of the tomatoes he set on the counter, he was a little surprised to see Frank leaning against the island behind him and staring.
"You been standing there and staring this whole time?" Scooting the bowl of vegetables out of the way, he placed the tomatoes on the cutting board beside it and began cutting them up into cubes. Frank moved from his position of resting his elbows on the countertop, standing mostly upright and leaving his hands on the counter to lean his weight on. Frank seemed almost languid himself, the slinking manner in how he moved or the way his smile slowly crept up his face when Bill finally gave him a scrap of attention.
" 'This whole time', it wasn't even that long," Frank lilted with a faint chuckle, his eyes lazily averted from Bill for a moment, but only that. They were back on him once Bill lowered his gaze back to the several tomatoes instead of shooting him a mock judgemental stare. "Is it so wrong to just enjoy looking at you?"
"Knowing you, most of the time it is." Metal clicked against wood and copper pot grated against the stove top. He wasn't wrong, not completely. After the years together every day, Frank had begun seeming more like an open book that Bill was actually able to read, to understand. The little mannerism in how he spoke and how they varied with how he felt, the little signals in his eyes that would be able to tell him just what Frank was thinking. It made it easier to guess what little looks meant when you could start recognizing the patterns. Bill set the knife down to put the pot on, turning around and grabbing the wooden cutting board and knife to scrape the tomatoes into the pot. Deliberately ignoring the way Frank looked offended, Bill suppressed an amused smile as he set the board and knife down and picked up the pot to fill it with water. "At least when you're looking at me like that."
"What makes you say that? Most of those times you don't even notice, and when you do you sure don't mind," His voice dropped a pitch as Frank mumbled that last bit to himself with a bit of humor, Bill's stomach flipping as he shut off the sink and put the pot back in the stove with a clatter. Frank wasn't as quiet as he thought, but Bill knew he probably wasn't even trying to keep that out of earshot or else he would have just thought it without saying a word. "I just like seeing you."
Wetting his lips as his mouth went dry, Bill walked back to the island and began chopping up the rest of the vegetables in the bowl. The newfound warmth in his face only got worse as Bill felt Frank's eyes refuse to leave him. Felt like Frank was actively choosing to make Bill preparing their lunch a lot more difficult than it should be. Speaking of making things difficult, Frank crossing the small island in the kitchen to press up against Bill's back didn't make anything easier. If anything it was like he wanted Bill to accidentally snip off a fingertip or two with how Frank's hands wrapped around his middle, only daring to slide down lower on his flannel-covered stomach. Bill could feel the bristle of Frank's trimmed beard on his shoulder, tickling the side of his neck after Frank tucked Bill's hair behind his face with his chin.
"You know that right? That I love seeing you?" Frank's mumbling breath felt hot against Bill's neck and made his stomach knot in three different ways. He adjusted his grip on the kitchen knife before he dropped and hurt himself while Frank was so blatantly distracting him from the lunch Bill was guessing Frank didn't even want. Bill's jaw snapped shut, swallowing the lump in his throat as his eyes that stared out ahead of him instead darted to the hands on his stomach. Frank's thumbs traced swirling patterns over fabric as Bill's knife stopped dully thudding against wood and through crunching zucchini and peppers. His husky whisper practically burned Bill's ear when Frank asked, "Could you say that for me?"
With every breath he took he could feel Frank's chest and the heat radiating off him through their layers. It was a reassuring feeling, grounding, but by God it didn't help the feeling festering in the spot below his stomach. There had been too many moments like this before, Frank approaching him in the kitchen and talking in that one voice he knew made Bill feel like his chest was on fire and like his knees shook more than his hands. That low, dulcet voice that murmured sweet things Bill couldn't keep out of his head even after things were said and done. Situations like those, he would never admit that he enjoyed them, it'd only encourage Frank to keep having them burn their meals by the time they were done or completely forget about them altogether.
"Come on, really? You gonna start doing this again right now? I'm kind of in the middle of something if you couldn't notice."
"Just say this one thing, for me. Then I'll leave you alone!" Frank tilted his head to bump into Bill's lightly with a fond chuckle, the hands on Bill's stomach began wandering up and down his torso.
"Don't need to leave me alone."
"Then I won't, if you'd prefer that," Frank prodded again, trying to get Bill to say something, he'd be fine with anything really, he just wanted to hear his voice while Bill tried not to let Frank's actions affect him. Bill could hear the smile in Frank's voice, the other slowly rocking them both side to side, it only barely helped the anticipation buzzing in Bill's stomach calm down a bit. But even then, it was only a bit. Frank fully pressed himself against Bill as he leaned forward a bit, a hand coming off Bill's stomach to push the cutting board to the side, meeting no resistance from the other. Or maybe that was because Bill himself was more preoccupied registering the sudden stiffness he felt against the back of his jeans. The heat in his chest swiftly spreading to his face and lower in places he'd rather not acknowledge. His mind focused more on the hot pressure against his back and the sound of Frank's voice rumbling lowly. Frank's breath barely ghosted his ear and goosebumps dusted Bill's neck. He didn't mind Frank moving the cutting board away at all. "Say that for me then, if you're so stubborn to not admit that you're something that someone would actually enjoy looking at."
"... I'd prefer if you didn't leave me alone." They'd done this dance for what seemed like a million times before, but it still made Bill's breath catch in his throat as he tested the waters, seeing how Frank would react, how he'd touch him or what'd he say. Even after the years together things still felt so new, things still felt like the first time they'd done anything yet they knew exactly what to do to each other with the experience they had. So, Bill rocked back against Frank and knew listening would drive them both up the wall.
Frank barely stifled a moan with his mouth squashed against Bill's neck, pressing firm kisses below Bill's jaw as his beard scratched pleasantly against sensitive skin. "That wasn't so hard to say now was it?"
Fervently shaking his head, Bill tried to push up against Frank again even with the firm hand gripping his face, "No," he uttered. The friction between their jeans got faster only incrementally, regardless of Bill's efforts to push back harder. Bill's eyes couldn't tear away from Frank's face, the pink dusting his cheeks and the way his smile lines crinkled with the faint grin he held. Bill knew Frank was thrilled with his responses, the curl of his lips turning soft gave it away. Those curled lips, he needed to feel them on his own, needed something to touch himself other than the warming counter. Bill jerked back harder against Frank's cock, that only made Frank's hand on the counter jump to Bill's hip, holding him in place with a soft hum of disagreement. The other hand that was creeping its way up underneath Bill's flannel had left, swiftly making him miss that warmth.
It was almost instantaneously replaced with a hand gently grabbing Bill's jaw and turning it to the side for him. The fingers cupping his cheek and jaw squeezed lightly and made Bill's face burn up as Frank roughly whispered, "Listening already, are we gonna keep that up?"
Bill's enthusiastic nodding was met with Frank's lips feverishly nipping at Bill's own. He clasped at the wrist attached to the hand gripping his jaw, desperate to touch his partner but his position wasn't helping him much. Frank's hand on the other's hip slackened and tucked itself under Bill's flannel again, the soft and warm hand roving over the plains of his belly and feeling the hair on his chest as it wandered further up. Bill wondered if Frank could feel his heart bashing against his ribs while his hand groped at his chest. Frank's woolen sweater sleeve itched against Bill's skin, but the sensation being mostly ignored while Bill was more focused on the fact he was practically being pinned into place against the countertop. The feeling of being enveloped in his partner, the almost sweet smell to his skin and the paint he hadn't scrubbed off yet, the feeling of a warm, thick hands on his chest and face and his short beard scratching against his skin. It made a bubbling pit in his stomach and his hands feel colder as his blood was drawn elsewhere.
Frank's other hand had only softened to cup Bill's face for a moment to be something more gentle as he grinded his cock against Bill's ass. Licking into their kiss, Frank deepened it before he lightly drug his teeth against Bill's bottom lip, swallowing the moan that tumbled out of the other. The noise started a fire in Frank's stomach, finally getting a proper noise out of Bill only fueled his need for more.
It felt like their bodies were on fire, Bill could feel the heat through their clothes, the warmth from Frank's hands and lips. The two finally parted for breath for a moment, a breathy chuckle escaping Frank that rang like song in Bill's ears and made his chest burn. The sound nearly placated the newfound urgency Bill had as he felt Frank still. All of Bill had started to ache, his hips sore against the hard countertop, while his cock pressed uncomfortably in his jeans just begging to be touched. He got a brief respite from the counter as Frank barely backed up enough to give him space, but Bill could hardly bring himself to ask Frank to touch him.
"God you're so pretty-" Hot breath tickled against Bill's neck as Frank peppered kisses on Bill's cheeks and moved lower to his neck. His teeth grazed against his skin again before sinking into it lightly, sucking marks into pale, freckled skin, Bill's fingers holding Frank's wrist had spasmed and dug his nails into his arms. Frank kept licking over fresh bite marks to soothe the twinge of the newfound redness on his partner. Blood was throbbing through his neck, Bill was hyper aware of how every little thing felt, each individual thread in his clothes, each string of yarn in Frank's sweater, every strand of Frank's beard intermingling with his own. Hyper aware of the lack of attention his own member was getting too. Bill was getting desperate enough to actually consider asking Frank to touch him, or even just to ask if he could touch himself before he heard Frank mutter something in his ear that brought the goosebump back down his neck and spine. "Turn around for me."
Frank's hand on his hip lightly nudged Bill to turn, more of a suggestion for Bill to fulfill himself and something he did gladly. Backing up a tad, Frank put enough distance between the two of them for Bill to turn around and settle back against the counter. Frank's gaze raked up and down the other, wasn't sure what he should look at first, he had too many options to start with. Bill's stomach constricted under Frank's scrutiny, he knew it was a look of adoration the faint nervousness refused to let up. It only was easier to ignore the jittery feeling in his gut when he saw the wide grin on Frank's face.
"Look at you," Frank spoke in a sing-song voice, his hands slid up Bill's hips and waist before they glided over his front and up to his collar. Fiddling with the top buttons, Frank's wide grin turned to a muted version of itself as he slowly began unbuttoning Bill's shirt after eyeing his jeans. "This excited for me already and I haven't even properly touched you yet."
The heat that burned low in his belly had erupted in his chest and face, the red dusting his cheeks had begun coloring down his neck as Bill scoffed. As if Frank hadn't come up to him rearing and ready to go when he himself hadn't even touched Frank yet. Maybe that was why Frank must have liked torturing him, Bill thought as the other was painfully slow in taking off his shirt, only slipping it off Bill's shoulders after staring for what felt like hours. Frank must have wanted to draw this out as long as possible because he hadn't gotten enough attention for his liking.
Each second was ticking away far too late to be considered a second yet the seemingly abundant amount of time still didn't quell Bill's urge to hurry things along. God just how long was Frank wanting to make this? He still had mostly cooked meat left on the stove without the fire, and veggies needing to be cooked down at least within a few hours before they'd start to brown without refrigeration. At least the times Frank snuck up on him before he was quicker about it.
"Did you wear this shirt for me?"
"What?" Bill couldn't help the chuckle that he let out at the ridiculous question Frank posed. "Why would I wear a shirt for you?"
"Oh don't be an ass," Snapping back, Frank's light scolding was foiled by the embarrassed grin on his face. His eyes couldn't meet Bill's, glued to the line of his collarbone and the thin, curly hair coating his chest. His expression was like he was seeing all this for the first time again, it made it difficult for Bill to suppress an adoring smile. Frank finally returned Bill's stare as he continued, "You know I love how you look in this one… isn't as baggy as the rest of your shirts."
"Well… Don't mean to disappoint you but I did not put this shirt on specifically for you," Bill retorted and earned him an incredulous huff from Frank. Bill took the opportunity to let the shirt fall off his arms and onto the floor before he hesitantly started to work on Frank's shirt, almost expecting him to stop him. "I'm sorry to say I didn't think about you when getting dressed this morning, surprisingly."
"Uh-huh, I bet you think you're real funny Bill," Chuckling, Frank's hands moved to cup Bill's face on either side and pulled him in for a kiss after lifting up his arms to slide off his sweater. Bill had only barely dropped Frank's shirt on the ground before his lips were on him again, hands gripping Frank's waist and mirroring him as he pulled Frank closer to him. Bill slipped a knee between Frank's legs, he hadn't even needed to jerk his leg up a bit before Frank was rutting against him. Breathy whines mixed with each other as they only took a moment to catch their breath before they dove right back into the kiss, Bill finally getting some relief as he rubbed against Frank's hip and thigh. Frank broke away with swollen lips, already missing the prickle of Bill's beard against his lips as he rested his forehead against the other's. Frank panted, his voice low and verging on hoarse, "Thought about you a lot this morning actually- seeing you working out there in that, made me think about what I wanted to do to you when you got back inside."
One of Frank's hands dropped to Bill's hip, grabbing onto it for a more sturdy hold as he ground his cock against Bill's thigh, he was practically grunting like an animal. That husky and firm voice, Bill's knees went weak and his mind turned to jelly. "... What did you want to do to me?" Bill hardly managed without breaking, having to take a breath before he tilted his head back and tried to stifle a shaky groan. He was getting there, they had barely been at it for minutes and they hadn't done much in the first place, but now that his cock was finally getting some attention it felt like everything. His thrusts started getting more erratic and quit following the slow but harsh pattern he and Frank had established, their dance hurtling towards the end much faster than Frank wanted. So when the hand on Bill's hip had stopped him in his tracks and the hand on his cheek moved to grip his hair, Bill couldn't help but let out a rather pathetic whine. "Please-"
"I wanted to bend you over that car out there and fuck you so hard you couldn't do anything but scream my name," Hot breath tickled Bill's ear as Frank mumbled roughly into the shell of his ear, his face burning even brighter with Frank's words and the tight feeling in his gut only worsened. Frank's tongue darted out to wet his lips as his chest heaved, slowing down his pace as rubbed his clothed front against Bill's thigh. Each breath made Bill's skin tingle in anticipation, as if his body knew hot lips would be pressed there to bite and suck marks into his skin deliciously. God Bill needed this, he needed Frank to touch him, to let him be touched. Desperate, either to touch or be touched, Bill's hands jumped to Frank's torso, lightly squeezing his waist before sliding up to cup his chest. Frank's breath hitched, clenching his jaw as he tried to keep his composure while Bill fondled warm skin and rubbed his thumb over the sensitive nubs.
"Wanted to- Wanted to hear you screaming how good it was… I want to hear you begging for me to touch you. You want me to touch you?"
His enthusiastic nodding wasn't good enough it seemed, as Frank stopped Bill's rutting against his leg and his grip on Bill's hair loosened.
"Come on, use your words, I know you can." Smiling, Frank was fucking smiling while Bill was sweating, trembling as his hardness was aching painfully in his jeans. His face was probably already showing how much he was begging to be touched, especially after barely getting a few minutes of indulgence. He needed more.
"I need you to touch me. I don't care how just please-"
And with that, Frank had untangled himself from Bill, the hand in his hair disappeared and the one on his hip was pushing Bill's hands away from his chest. The apologetic simper on Frank's face did little to aid Bill's bemusement, "You can do that yourself can't you? Or you could wait for me, I'll be right back sweet thing,"
"What?" Bill's hands fell to his sides before he used them to lean on, back against the counter. Baffled that Frank had suddenly decided to stop after he gave him what he wanted, his disappointment was even worse than the confusion. "Frank-" The other rested a hand on Bill's chest before pressing a lingering kiss against his lips, and then promptly leaving the kitchen to go do God knows what. All Bill could think to do was wait, even in the embarrassing state he was left to wait in, still a bright shade of crimson with bruises barely blossoming on his neck and collar, and his jeans still unbearably constricting. He had half a mind to put on his shirt again but Frank wouldn't take that long, nor would he just leave him hanging.
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Bill was starting to think that was exactly what Frank was doing, either that or he was waiting for him to follow him upstairs, he thinks he went upstairs anyway. Bill heard the dull thuds of the stairs… It must've been 15 minutes of tentative touches to keep himself going since he last heard anything from Frank. Uneasy, Bill was squirming on the counter trying to adjust himself before he debated whether or not he should just listen to Frank's former offer. After all he was the one who suggested it, he wouldn't mind if Bill just kept himself going while he waited for him to finish up whatever he deemed so important that he needed to leave mid-fuck to take care of. He must be staying up there just to screw with him, Bill knew that was what he was doing, it had to be that. He wet his lips before his right hand started undoing his belt, pawing at himself through his jeans wasn't enough and if Frank suggested it in the first place, why not do it? Frank would come down to see the show Bill was putting on for all he cared, he needed to feel something and if Frank didn't want to provide then Bill would just do it himself.
He let his belt fall to the ground beside his shirt before he barely pulled his jeans and boxers down enough to pull out his cock. God it was irritatingly embarrassing that he was even doing this, Bill's breath was unsteady before he finally grasped at himself, squeezing his hand tight and nearly groaning just from that one simple touch. He wasn't going to just finish up and continue on with his day, he just needed a little something while he waited, 'No big deal,' Bill thought as he slowly pumped himself. His jaw was left agape as he quietly huffed, scooting up more onto the counter for more support, Frank wouldn't be up there for much longer would he?
The sound of footsteps descending the stairs a few minutes later answered his question, minutes of slowly thrusting into his hand left his legs shaking and sweat made hair to his brow. Well if this was what Frank was aiming for by leaving for so goddamn long at least he came down and actually got to see something. Seeing this must be better than just catching him going back to cooking their lunch and having to start all of Frank's efforts all over again.
"Really couldn't wait for me?" Bill didn't even have to look at Frank to know there was a smug grin on his face. Bill instead chose to look at his own heaving stomach instead of staring up to the other, only sparing glances to see that he was walking back over to Bill.
"Do you know how long you were up there?" He snapped back with the volume of a mumble, Frank was close enough to hear him, he knew that. The other was already starting to press up close to him, Frank setting the bottle of something he had in hand on the counter behind Bill before crowding him in again with his arms on either side. Bill's hand stopped, the other holding him up on the counter moved to cup Frank's face, kissing him regardless of the twinge of irritation he had with the other. He only got to touch him for a moment before Frank broke away again, dusting kisses on his cheek and neck before moving slowly down his chest, mumbling with a smile against his skin as soft lips contrasted prickly beard.
"Oh I know, I just wanted to see this," Frank chuckled lowly, lips barely ghosting against his chest as he whispered before he practically latched onto him with an appreciative hum. Frank's hands clasped at Bill's sides as he slowly lowered down his torso before cupping his chest, his teeth dragging over one of the sensitive buds and making Bill let out a sharp huff. The soft planes of his skin practically glowed in Frank's eyes, sunlight filtering in through the window. Bill finally brought himself to look down at the other, and now that he started he couldn't bring himself to look away. A part of this didn't even feel real, this looked more like something you'd see in a hazy dream you wished you could get back to. Bill wondered how lucky he must have been to be able to stay in this dream, although his more caring thoughts were sharply cut off by Frank lightly biting down on his chest.
"God- Could've just told me to do this, save us both the drama," Bill's voice felt heavy in his throat, his mouth watering as he stared down at the man kissing and caressing his chest. He was trying his hardest not to jerk forward with each graze and nip, he could feel the heat unbearably coursing to his core. It made him lightheaded, Bill thought his heart damn near stopped too when Frank met his stare, heady eyes peering at him through thick lashes and with an amusement that made Bill want to scoff and melt at the same time. "Frank, please,"
"Please touch you?" That stupid grin broke through again, Frank's always adoring simper that Bill could never get enough of, it made his heart leap to his throat even more than his question. Frank lowered to his knees, resting his chin on Bill's stomach and lovingly caressing his rolls while Bill's leaking cock was pressed against his chest.
Bill only managed a hoarse "Yes,", moving his hands from the counter to card through Frank's graying hair. His fingers fumbled with the almost satiny locks before his hands followed Frank's smiling face down.
Frank nosed down his belly and inched down Bill's happy trail, dark and coarse hair tickling his face as one hand came up to hold onto Bill's hip while the other grasped his cock while he breathed in the musky scent. Frank glanced back up at the other, his voice came out wispy and light, "You're so beautiful."
Bill couldn't keep his eyes on Frank and keep a straight face at the same time, a sardonic chuckle escaped his lips as he instead turned his gaze to the wall in front of him. He was still a long ways from believing that, but Frank was the one who made it easier and easier to try to believe it.
"Look at me." The sudden sternness in Frank's voice surprised Bill, made something in his stomach coil with a newfound heat too. Bill couldn't help but listen when he was spoken to. "You…" Frank mumbled, the hand holding Bill's cock slowly slid up and down his shaft, so tantalizingly slow, his hand never going up far enough to reach the tip. "Are beautiful. Repeat that for me sweetheart."
"I- Oh fucking Jesus–" Bill barely had registered what Frank had said and gotten out a word before Frank's mouth was on him. Bill's eyes snapped shut before the hand on his hip pulled his pants down to his knees while the other was slowly pumping him. Frank licked and sucked at his tip, tasting sweat-tinged skin. Bill's breaths quickened, and the coil in his stomach buzzed excitedly while the rest of him shivered with how overestimated his cock was after rubbing himself for so long before Frank came back. Bill's hands in Frank's hair incrementally tightened their grip, he was trying so hard not to jerk more into Frank's mouth and take control, but this was just as good as that. Peeling his eyes back open, he tried his best to stifle his groans with a harsh bite to his bottom lip, his gaze went from the wall ahead and back down to the sight laid out below him. He only met Frank's expecting eyes, just waiting for him to get out what he was told to say before he would go any further. "This is so stupid," Bill's voice cracked as he finished that sentence, Frank twisting his wrist as he was stroking and making a delightful yet slow friction. "Frank please- shit, let- let me finish, please."
Frank only hummed with a mischievous glint in his eyes before he finally took the rest of Bill into his mouth. His tongue dragged along the bottom of his cock, pushing gently against one of the protruding veins with his teeth. Bill couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped him, his hands twitching in Frank's hair as he mumbled quiet curses and pleads.
Bill knew he was already so close to the edge, he knew he wouldn't last long but he wanted this to go on for as long as he could handle. Frank hollowed his cheeks as he bobbed his head up and down Bill, getting as close to the base as he could without gagging and pulling back all the way to lick at the tip.
"Frank, Frank I'm gonna- I'm not gonna last like this,"
Coming off with a wet sounding pop and a high whine from Bill, Frank caught his breath as he leaned his forehead against Bill's stomach. "I guess you're just going to have to wait it then," Frank let go of Bill's hips and grabbed onto the counter behind him to help pull himself up from his knees, making it back onto his feet and picking up Bill's shirt. "You can do that for me can't you?"
"I can do that," Bill could only look at the other with reverence, the sight of Frank's heavy-lidded stare, the euphoric curl to his swollen lips and his flushed face, it made Bill's heart pound in his chest and feel light. Almost made him forget that he was just denied a finish yet again and how he was calming down after the high he was so close to.
"Good boy," Frank tucked the stray locks of hair out of Bill's burning face, the latter's hands darting up to fondle at his lover's chest again. Frank roughly cupped Bill's jaw and mufflled his groan with their lingering kiss. His words, something in Bill's stomach dropped with his husky praise, his breath hitching before he let out a shaky exhale through his nose that tickled Frank's face before Bill tried to deepen the kiss. But the second Bill held onto Frank's wrists to draw him closer, Frank pulled away after only a moment of indulgence. "Now turn around for me."
Bill wouldn't want to do anything else but listen to him, adhering to his commanding voice before noticing Frank placing the flannel on the counter in front of him. He could only assume that was for him to lean on, and the hand on his lower back slowly sliding up and pushing him forward only made what Frank wanted more obvious. Bill slowly bent over and rested his elbows on the counter.
"Almost there, almost, almost- perfect." The hand on his back disappeared to grab the small bottle, lube, in Bill's peripheral. So that's what Frank was looking for, for God knows how long while he was upstairs. Bill silently scoffed at the thought before he felt Frank's foot prod at his ankle, gently hinting to spread his legs further as Bill heard the sound of Frank's belt buckle and zipper. Shuffling his feet wider apart, Bill could only stare down the counter and clench his fists as he bent himself further out, stiff and tense in all the wrong places as he anticipated slick hands on him. He hadn't even heard the bottle cap click as he expected, he was instead surprised by a dry hand on his back again as Frank slowly caressed down his back and thigh. The other barely leaned forward over him, pressing himself against Bill with his hands on either side of him on the counter and his chest against his back. He could feel Frank's hardness against him, just waiting for him to be ready. To Frank's disappointment, he couldn't see much of Bill's face with his longer hair shrouding it as Frank opened the lube bottle in front of Bill. He poured a generous amount of it on his fingers, closing the bottle and letting his hand fall out of Bill's view. He wanted Bill to see this, no looking up at the ceiling or the counter or anywhere else in the room. If he wasn't going to be able to see him while bent over the counter then Frank decided he'd show him what he could. And just the thought of that alone made something in his gut wind up tight. "You're gonna need to relax for me baby, I've got you."
Bill wasn't exactly sure how, but he got himself to relax, at least enough for Frank. The other had moved his chin from Bill's shoulder to slide down to his back, looking back with the side of his face pressed against his spine. The languid and gentle kisses Frank pressed to his back helped Bill relax a bit more as the other's hands began groping his ass, a slicked finger rubbing circles around that tight ring of muscle. His breaths shaky, Bill bit his inner cheek as a soft hum shifted to an impatient sigh after minutes of Frank caressing his chest with one hand and trying to relax him with the other. "I'm okay, I'm ready don't worry about me,"
"Hah, you telling me not to worry about you, wonder how well that would go over if I said that to you," Frank spoke with such nonchalance while he finally slipped a finger inside, moving to rest his chin on Bill's shoulder again while the other could've banged his head on the counter with how fast his head dropped. Bill, biting down on his cheek like he wasn't going to regret it later, forced himself to relax after the sudden breach. His heart pounded in his chest and Bill swore he thought Frank could feel it through his skin, the hair on Frank's torso barely tickling his back while his finger curled against velvety walls. Frank kept stretching him enough to prepare for another finger as he pressed his face against the side of Bill's head, just barely reaching his neck before he mumbled against his skin, "God you feel so warm, you're so good, bent over for me like this."
The high whine that escaped Bill when Frank pushed another finger in was irrepressible, and Bill biting on his own fist did nothing to help stifle the moan he let out. Frank's fingers furled and unfurled, searching for that one sweet spot inside his partner that made him practically scream when he hit it just right. Bill knew Frank was trying to hurry this along, but God it felt too slow for him, like everything was moving at a sluggish pace after waiting so long for Frank to come back down and to actually touch him. His cock was left ignored yet again, and Bill already knew it was on purpose, he knew what Frank was trying to do and how the end goal would feel. It was just getting more and more difficult to see it was worth the wait.
"Keep your hands on the counter. That means you're not keeping those sweet sounds from me either, understood?" Frank mumbled and Bill could feel him smiling into his skin as he said that, lowering his hand back to the counter and gripping at the sweater cushioning the edge as Frank probed deeper and deeper. Making a scissoring motion to stretch Bill out further, Frank drew more and more high-pitched hums out of him that Bill thankfully didn't try suppressing this time around.
"Un-understood, I'm ready just please I can't keep doing this for much longer," His voice came out way more desperate than Bill intended. Frank could feel the heat spreading from Bill's face to his neck as he sucked dark bruises into the skin and kissed until the tingling and faint pain fell away.
"I could never say no to you when you're sounding like that,"
And to Bill's relief he finally, fucking finally saw Frank grab the lube again, knowing he was rubbing it over his cock. Frank's finger added a generous amount to his entrance, the feeling of his finger was swiftly replaced by Frank's tip and his hands gripping his hips. Bill had a newfound anticipation that got him slowly pushing back against him before Frank had even tried intruding.
"Well aren't you eager? Jesus," Frank huffed unsteadily in good nature.
"You goddamn know how long you've been making me wait for this- Shit," He punctuated with a curse after Frank slowly but surely inched into him and fully made his way in. The relief that washed over Bill with a broken groan, he knew it was ridiculous to feel relieved over this but the feeling of being completely filled up, having Frank pressed almost all around him and finally inside him. It felt like the closest thing to heaven on this hell of an Earth, heaven in their run down neighborhood, and in their kitchen of all places. "Faster."
"Fuck I know you've been patient but you need a second to adjust don't you?"
Bill could easily ignore the lingering discomfort, at this point that's all he wanted to do, just anything to get Frank to keep going. "I'm okay, please, I need this, please I need you to go faster, even just a bit-"
"You just say the word, even if it's just the smallest bit painful and you need me to stop, you know our word, promise you'll say it." The level of care in Frank's voice, even in the harsh tone he spoke in, Bill's chest stuttered and filled with a warm and buzzing adoration he was blessed to feel in this lifetime.
"I promise," Bill nodded, his mumbled swear morphed into consistent whimpers when Frank had started getting faster as he pumped in and out of Bill. "Oh God-"
The dull pain had faded and been drowned out of Bill's mind as he was overwhelmed by newfound pleasure, getting closer and closer to finding that sweet spot while Frank's hands roamed Bill's torso. One hand took to groping the plush skin of his chest, rolling one of the sensitive buds between his thumb and index finger, while the other dragged down his belly and teased going lower. Frank must have known Bill wouldn't have lasted long if he had started stroking him while probing for that spot, that hand instead shifting from his stomach and back to his hip as he gradually got faster.
It was only getting harder for Bill to keep his hands on the counter, his cock dribbling down itself as his legs began to tremble worse than before. The hand on Bill's hip was helping to hold him up as well as help Frank keep a steady grip on him. It'd be so easy to just push forward a bit, rub himself against the counter while Frank was pushing in. Just to make it look like he was shoving him into the counter, he could get himself off just by rubbing against Frank's sweater while the other was fucking into him. He could-
"Oh fuck Frank-" Bill's eyes snapped shut again and he thought he saw fireworks behind his eyelids, his heart stopping in his chest for a beat while his legs felt like they went numb for a second.
"I found it, didn't I? Mhm, look at you… You're so tight around me, so good-" Thrusting in and out of him, finally at a pace Bill was losing himself in, Frank found that one spot inside him that made the knot in his stomach tight and his hips jerk forward regardless of Bill trying not to. Bill's whimpering turned to heady moans that kept going and going, each time Frank rubbed against that spot again and again. Frank licked a strip up Bill's neck before nipping at his earlobe, muttering harshly into his ear while the hand on his chest moved to hold his hair back. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this, wrapped around my cock and shaking, and God the sounds you make,"
"Frank, Jesus Christ, please-" Bill couldn't handle it, a hand flew to cover his mouth after Frank charged deeper into him and hit that bundle of nerves harder than he had before, he had to muffle the yelp that ripped out of him before he could register what it was.
The hand holding his hair yanked his head back, Bill gripping the counter and letting out a sharp whine while Frank kept fucking into him and held his head close to his own. "What did I say?"
"Keep my- Oh fucking Christ, ke-keep my hands on the counter," Bill stammered out before he clamped his mouth shut again. He was refusing to let out any more noise even with how fast Frank was going, with how much his legs were shaking and his cock leaking steadily.
"Keep them away from your mouth or I'll have do it for you," The demand made Bill's heart jump to his throat and threaten to escape through his mouth, the coil in his stomach was rapidly winding tighter and tighter. Frank's voice did leaps and bounds to help him along, he could probably make him finish untouched with how good he was making him feel, the low voice grating delectably in his ear and reverberating through his skull and straight to his core as he quietly whimpered uncontrollably while Frank mumbled. "You want me to touch you? Then get louder. There's no one here to hear you, no one in here but me- so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar."
Frank pulled Bill's hair back, far enough to have Bill's head nearly resting on his shoulder and arching his back for him. And by God if it didn't make Bill groan, Frank mumbling sweet praises into his neck and biting lightly into his skin while fucking as fast as he could into him. "Frank- please, please I ca- I need you-"
Bill was squirming underneath Frank, his hands fidgeting and fisting the sweater on the counter as he leaned his ass further back with each thrust Frank made. A thin sheen of sweat was dousing their bodies and sticking stray hairs to Bill's forehead as his moans got louder and louder. They nearly goddamn echoed through the house as Frank's jerks got more erratic, the hand on Bill's hip finally jumped to his cock.
"God, you're so beautiful, you're- you're doing so good for me baby,"
Frank stroking him at such a fast pace and mumbling like that, Bill's mind just about short-circuited trying to process the feeling while still reeling from Frank bashing his tip on that spot deep inside him over and over. The rest of his body almost felt numb yet felt everything at the same time it was intoxicating, it was enough to bring Bill to his finish right then and there.
"Frank I can't- I'm gonna, oh God-"
"Me too baby, me too, go ahead just-"
Bill interrupted him with a borderline scream as he came in Frank's fist, some of it getting on the sweater in front of them with how hard he finished. Bill needed to sit down before his legs gave out on him.
Hardly understanding Frank's incoherent ramblings as he milked every last drop out of him, his cock was growing overstimulated. Half of Frank's words were interrupted by low groans that mixed with Bill's and others were said with his mouth mushed against his neck and cheek.
"Shit-" Frank yanked his head to the side, kissing him roughly once Frank finally came, filling him up with hot liquid that threatened to leak out of him while Frank nipped and sucked at Bill's bottom lip. Only when he started to soften did he finally pull out, come dripping from his entrance and dribbling down his thighs. Frank finally let go of Bill's softening member and his hair, hands sticky and dripping just as much as Bill was. The other finally took the opportunity that Frank letting go of his hair afforded him, and leaned forward against the counter, panting to catch his breath, not long after Frank was laying against his back doing the same. "Bet we're a sight to behold… you okay?"
And with a soft chuckle, Bill quipped, "After that, what do you think? Can barely keep myself upright, I'd say I'm doing more than okay."