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Despite what most of the PMTC Emergency Department may think, Melissa King has had sex, with no less than 3 people, in fact. (No more, either, but no less.)
Her first experience was in her senior year of high school. Her dad had just died, it was prom night, and she lost her virginity in the back of the limo her date had rented for the occasion. It was fine, Mel didn’t really see why everyone was so excited about the whole spectacle. It was quick, almost perfunctory, and she did it once every couple of weeks with the same boy, just to see if it would get better. It didn’t.
Her mom got diagnosed with cancer when she was in her sophomore year of college, and Mel coped with that by going to a party one night, getting drunker than she had ever been in her life, (a record that still stands, she hasn’t had more than two glasses of wine a night since) and having sex with some senior that had some very nice hands, floppy brown hair, and made her laugh. She doesn’t remember his name and she realised one night stands weren’t really her speed, but he was nice, and she almost came, which is more than she can say for the first guy.
Then, there was Jacob. They met in her third year of med school, her mom was about a year and a half gone and Becca was trying out staying overnight a few times a week at a facility 15 minutes away from University of Vermont Medical Center, where Mel was doing her rotation. He was an MS4, and it was the first time Mel had felt some kind of deep, gnawing attraction for someone. He was tall, had almost hypnotically blue eyes, and his hair fell into them on a semi regular basis. Mel sometimes had to fight the urge to brush it out of the way. But what really attracted her to Jacob was the way he did procedures. He was precise, decisive, determined. His hands moved in a way Mel could barely fathom and when he asked her to go for a drink on the second to last day of her ICU rotation, she had to stop herself from jumping into his arms in response. She instead nodded, smiled and, though she couldn’t see herself she could feel it, blushed.
They spent the next year and a half seeing each other, both comfortable enough to never put a label on it. Mel had too much on her plate to worry about also being someone's girlfriend, and Jacob wasn’t interested in being anyone’s boyfriend while he was early in his residency. Together, they realised what Mel liked. Jacob had more experience than her, which she liked. He guided her, told her what to do, how he wanted her. Again, so much of what Mel focused on was his hands, now that she knew what he could do with them outside the hospital. She liked how they felt on her, the weight and heat of them grounding, how they flexed in her hair when she took him deeper and deeper in her mouth. How they gripped her hips when he had her face down, almost bruising, sometimes she wished they would, she never asked. What they did together was perfect, a release, exactly what they both needed. When Mel told him she was moving away because Becca got accepted into a facility in Pittsburg that gave her a path to fully independent living, neither Mel nor Jacob cried. He held her to the mattress, his big, beautiful hands pinning her down by the wrist as he ground into her, she could feel his precum through both of their respective pairs of underwear, the only layers left between them. She was dizzy with want.
“Please, I need-- so good--” her own moan cut her off as he bit into the top of her breast.
“What was that, honey?” She could feel him smirk onto her skin.
“Please, I want, I need you to… I want to remember, please, give me something to remember,” she babbled at him.
“So good telling me what you want,” his teeth sunk into her again, the pleasure-pain felt like a reset in her brain and Mel felt like she was flying. She decided then and there she would only have sex with people that made her feel like she did when she and Jacob first met, because she refused to settle for less than this.
Mel regailed all of this to Trinity the night of July 4th, after their performance of You Oughta Know and, in a big night for her, a third drink.
“Well, I’ll be damned Meladoodle, you’re a freak!” Trinity cackled in a way Mel had realised wasn’t mean, but was actually almost affectionate.
“I just know what I like, and refuse to settle,” Mel shrugged, nodded and took a sip, her beer was lukewarm.
“Amen sister,” they clinked bottles. Trinity’s shoulders sagged slightly.
“Where's, um, where’s Dennis?” Mel almost winced asking, even she could see it would be a sensitive topic for her new friend.
“Probably at that widow’s farm, no boundaries having twink,” she sunk further into the booth. “Then going to Robby’s to ‘housesit’ or whatever.”
Mel felt bad for Trinity, she knew how hard it was to lose someone you spent most of your time with, she was still struggling with Becca staying at Adam’s house. His parents still hadn’t called, she thought vaguely. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was how sad Trinity looked even in the glow of the bar lights, maybe it was her own loneliness but before she could second guess herself she said
“We should be roommates.”
“What, Mel, what are you talking about?” Trinity’s eyes almost bulged out of her head.
“No, really, think about it, both of our roommates are basically MIA for the foreseeable future. Dennis is off doing whatever you said, and Becca has a boyfriend now and is spending more and more time with him and at the facility, we should live together.” Mel nodded, happy with her reasoning.
“You know what, fuck it, we should. Talk about it tomorrow though, I think we’ve had too much to drink to talk about logistics.
“Let’s celebrate, your turn to pick a song, Mellybops.”
And as Mel and Trinity sang Carrie Underwood’s Before He Cheats, neither of them noticed Frank Langdon hiding in the corner of the bar, nursing a virgin mojito, smiling at how Mel was flipping her hair around on stage, and avoiding the divorce papers on his kitchen island.
Sitting in the break room the next day, Mel and Trinity decided to move into Trinity’s apartment. It made the most sense, Mel didn’t really have much to move as she didn’t form attachments to many physical things, as long as there was room for her collection of board games and books (she was assured there was) and for her king-sized bed, she was happy. Dennis had told Trinity earlier in the day he had, in fact, decided to stay at Robby’s while he was on sabbatical, claiming it was closer to the offramp to Amy’s farm. No one decided to mention that Robby was spending his sabbatical fostering Baby Jane Doe, in his apartment, where Dennis would now also be. Telling Becca went better than Mel had expected, she was excited about this new step of freedom, Mel still tried to make her promise to call everyday. They settled on 3 days a week and one day of King sisters bonding time.
By the time the full heat of August settled over the hospital, Mel and Trinity were officially roommates.
“I still can’t believe you’re actually living with Santos,” Dr. Langdon said to her in the ambulance bay. They spent a lot of time together out there now, and in the break room, and in his car when he drives her home anytime Trinity gets stuck charting at the end of a shift, which was most days. It was easy, spending time with him, it always had been.
It was dusk, and Mel watched the sweat roll down his browbone. She almost reached up to wipe it away. Huh? Shaking her head, clearing the thought out, she said
“I thought you two were on better terms now?”
“We are, still can’t imagine living with her though,” he winked and nudged her with his elbow. “Come on Dr. K, let's get back in the AC, hot as hell out here.”
“So you’re saying you don’t want to come over for movie night?” She half joked as they stepped back into the emergency department. She and Trinity had regular movie nights now, a rotating cast of department members took up residence on their couch. She’d never invited Dr. Langdon but had asked if it would be okay.
(“Melly, you’ve put up with far worse every time Garcia is over, I’ll deal with Dr. Loser for you, and promise to only lightly bully him,” Trinity held up a hand and put the other over her heart. “I swear on our friendship.”)
He sucked a breath through his teeth. “Sorry Mel, I can’t tonight, but next time, gimme a couple days notice, I’ll be there.”
Mel decided not to unpack why her stomach sank when he said no.
“You got it Dr. Langdon, now should we find something fun?”
“Mel, how many times have I told you, please call me Frank,” he smiled down at her, eyes crinkling. Had they always been that blue?
“You got it… Frank,” she smiled back and she could have sworn the tips of his ears went pink.
Garcia was, in fact, over again for this movie night. Mel decided to give them some privacy about halfway through whatever it was they had chosen to watch.
“G’night Trin, g’night Garc---” she raised an eyebrow at Mel. “Rght, Yolanda,” she waved over her shoulder and heard a small chorus of ‘nights’ from the women as her door clocked shut. In the month since moving in with Trinity, Mel had started to rediscover, or rather discover, some things about herself.
Number one: She loved not watching Elf every single day, and also loved rom-coms. Her favourite so far was When Harry Met Sally.
Number two: She really enjoyed yoga. The living space in the apartment had enough room to roll out a mat, so Mel spent her mornings stretching in the sunrise. (Clothed, thank you very much. Dennis had scarred all of them one night when he told them about Dr. Abbot doing naked yoga.)
Number three: She was horny. She was so horny, all the time. She suspects it’s because she has the time to sit in her feelings now, but whatever the reason, Mel can’t go one day without making herself cum.
Number four: She prefers live-camming to traditional porn. It feels more intimate, and ethical. It’s all healthy, natural, she tells herself every time she opens up her laptop and refreshes her favorite cam-site. He’s there again, in the top 10. She knows it's him because of his hands. She can see them in the thumbnail, bracketing his clothed bulge. Clicking his username, fkboy26, he comes into fullscreen view and Mel almost salivates. His voice echoed in the headphones she had connected, didn't even want a chance of the other two overhearing what was happening (or risking hearing what they were doing.) It was deep, a little distorted, voice modulator, she thinks, good for retaining anonymity, smart boy. His hands move across his thighs as the chat starts pinging. Mel started earmarking a small budget just for him, she felt bad watching without paying for his hard (Frank would have laughed at that, she briefly thinks) work.
“So many of my favourites here tonight,” Mel thought she could almost hear a smirk, and hated how attractive she found the slight condescension. His hand reached under the waistband of his black Calvin Kleins, the other one moved up and down his thigh, coming to rest just above his knee, Mel focused on how his fingers flex around the skin above the joint. Moaning, she copied him, dipping her fingers into her already embarrassingly wet underwear. She thinks about how strong his hand looks on his thigh. Capable, deft, she can almost feel them on her. Can imagine his thumb pressing down on her carotid artery, imagine his long fingers fucking up into her.
“God, feels so good,” he groans. As he moves his hand, his boxer-briefs slip down, exposing how he was fucking up into his fist. Mel gasps, feels more slick drip out of her at the sight of his tip, at the amount of precum he was producing.
“Mmmm-- Mfph-- Oh god,” he chokes out as he moves onto his knees, somehow not stopping the relentless pace on his cock. He begins thrusting into his own hand and Mel wonders how it would feel to be pinned under him, hands holding her down. His other hand grips at his stomach, a hint of ab showing under the skin. He goes faster and faster, then lets out something deep and guttural.
“Me--Oh Jesus fucking Christ,” his cum shoots out, spurt after spurt, it always surprised Mel how much he produced. The thought of being so full of him, of being so well used, pushes her over the edge. She cums staring at the small, jagged scar on his left pointer finger, and doesn’t register the pale line around his ring finger on the same hand.
The next few weeks passed without incident, Mel and Trinity had settled into a near perfect rhythm of living together. Mel would make enough dinner for them to take leftovers the next day for lunch, Trinity would drive them to the hospital. Almost invariably, she would get stuck there after shift change, Dr. Langdon-- Frank-- would drive her home. When he did, they would end up getting dinner. Mel wondered what Abby thought of Frank not spending much time at home but, for reasons she couldn’t quite parse, she never asked him about his wife. He would drop her home, Trinity and whichever of their friends she had managed to convince to come over that night would be sat on the couch.
Most nights, Yolanda was there, wrapped around Trin. They still hadn't labeled what it was, but Mel knew that Trinity wanted to talk about it, she wondered if Yolanda would ever be ready. Dennis didn't come around as much as Mel thought he would, but for some reason always had new pictures to show them of baby Jane and Robby, and he never really talked much about Amy anymore. Frank still hadn't come over to the apartment, said he wanted more time for Trinity to accept his presence in her space, which Mel thought was sweet. She also, secretly, liked keeping him to herself. Her friendship with Frank was the first thing she didn't feel like she had to share with anyone. It helped her understand why Becca never told her about Adam.
Having such a deep connection with someone felt… intimate, private, special, and it was theirs. She didn’t want to think about what that meant. Mel would put the leftovers from her dinner with Frank in the fridge (normally Thai, always enough to feed Trinity the next day too,) join them for half an hour, then retreat into her room, watch the deft hands of fkboy26 touch himself, listen to his deep, distorted voice, and make herself come almost exclusively at the same time he did. It was the perfect routine. Then, on a random Wednesday morning in early September, Frank tells The Pitt he’s getting a divorce.
If Trinity wasn’t in the break room with her, Mel thinks she would have fallen directly onto the floor when Frank told them. He and Trinity had formed a semi-peaceful alliance with Mel in the middle of them now. Trinity still shot digs, but they were less malicious and Frank took them gracefully and never hit back quite as hard. It was tenuous, but it worked. Mel was happy two of her best friends had seemingly come to a truce.
“Wow Langdon, a drug addict and a divorcee, what's next on the mid 30’s crisis tour? Gonna buy Robby’s bike?” Trinity cackled.
“Recovering drug addict, thank you Santos,” he bristled slightly. “And no, that thing is a death trap waiting to happen, besides, I think he sold it.”
Mel was staring at his left hand. His left hand with a missing ring and… if she squinted… a scar on his index finger? She drowned out the sound of the other two bickering until Trinity’s voice broke through.
“Melly, you good? You’re super pale,” Trin’s hand shot to her forehead. Shooing her off, Mel said she was fine.
“You sure, Mel? You don’t look great,” Frank’s concern shot through her. His forehead wrinkled as he looked at her, stare piercing through her.
“Yeah, no, yes. I’m fine guys, really. Might just--” the chair clattered as she stood up. “Might just go and get some air.” She all but ran out of the room. As she stood in the ambulance bay, she felt her breathing return to normal. A lot of people have scars, I’m sure it looks completely different, there’s no way Frank would ever… The doors swooshed open behind her, Trinity came to stand next to her.
“I told Langdon I’d talk to you, he did nearly fight me to the death over it though,” she jabbed a thumb behind her. Frank was pacing just far enough away from the doors that the automatic sensor wouldn't pick him up. “What happened Mel?”
She could have lied, but Trinity had some kind of ability to figure out when she did so the truth spilled out of her.
“I think Frank is a pornstar and I’ve been watching him and getting off on it for months.”
Trinity’s mouth dropped open.
“No, no there’s absolutely no way you just told me that, you’re lying, there’s no way Mel.”
“The guy I watch has this scar on his left hand, and when I saw that Frank wasn’t wearing his ring today, I noticed he has one there too, but lots of people have scars right?” Mel was desperate for Trinity to reassure her. “Right, Trin?”
“I know that better than anyone,” Trinity laughed, a little hollow. “Sorry Melly, bad joke.”
Mel reached out to squeeze her hand in understanding.
“But yes, people can have scars, doesn’t mean they’re all secret pornsta--- WAIT! Is that why you sneak off in the middle of movie night? Oh you little minx,” Trinity smirked and squeezed Mel’s hand back.
“Okay, so it’s definitely not Frank that I’ve been masturbating to for months, we agree?”
They both nodded, Mel took a very large deep breath, and they headed back into the fray.
“Why are you two holding hands? Is everything okay, Mel, are you okay?” Frank ran at them as the doors slid open. Trinity dropped Mel’s hand and waved them off as she walked away, muttering something in Tagalog under her breath, giggling as she did it.
“Frank, it’s fine, I just felt a little dizzy, but a bit of fresh air did me some good. Now come on, Dana’s going to start a search party if we don’t start seeing some patients soon.”
They followed each other around the emergency department for the rest of the day.
“You sure you can’t come to movie night, Frank? It’s some kind of action movie Yolanda chose?” Mel was starting to think he was avoiding their apartment.
“Sorry, Mel, I’ve got the kids tonight, otherwise I would totally be there.” He looked genuinely sorry, and Mel felt just a little bit guilty about her disappointment.
“Oh! Of course, yes you do, you told me that. Next time though?” She smiled up at him.
“Next time for sure, sweetheart,” he ruffled the hair she had just loosened from her braid and walked out of the locker room. Mel didn’t move again until Trinity came to find her.
“What’s up with you?” she asked as she opened her locker.
“Frank just ruffled my hair… and called me… sweetheart?”
Trinity’s laugh peeled out of her.
“No way! He’s been divorced all of 12 hours and he’s already making a move on you? Honestly, I give him props, I thought he’d only last six.”
Neither woman said anything as they walked to Trinity’s car. Sliding into the passenger's seat, Mel turned to face her friend.
“Trin…”
“What’s up Mellybops?” She said as she put the car into reverse.
“I think I have a crush on Frank.”
Trinity slammed on the brakes.
“And I think I wanted him to be that cam-guy that I watch.”
“Mel you can’t say these things when I’m trying to drive us home, if we were on the highway I would have caused an MCI the likes of which the Pitt has never seen.”
“Trin, what do I do?” She felt almost insane.
“Okay, Mel, first, you need to breathe because I don’t think you’ve actually taken a breath since we got in the car.
“Then, I’m going to drive us home, we’re going to drink a bottle of wine, then, we’re going to karaoke.”
“How is that going to help me figure out what to do?”
“It’s not, but I think if you sit in your room and watch whoever that is on your little website, you’re going to go into cardiac arrest.”
That’s how Mel and Trinity ended up in the same bar as they did on the 4th of July, singing Iris by the Goo Goo Dools at the top of their lungs (if it just so happened to be one of Frank’s favorite songs, Mel would never tell,) and how she was on track to beat her record of being the most drunk she’d ever been.
“Trin! Trin you were right! This is great!” Mel yelled over the roar of the instrumental.
“I’m always right, Melly!” Trinity screamed back. The end of the song came and they climbed off the stage.
“I’m gonna-- hic-- I’m gonna text him,” Mel nodded, resolute in her plan. Pulling out her phone, she opened her message thread with Frank.
“Trin! What do I saaaaaay?” She waved her phone in front of Trinity’s face.Trinity had her eys closed as she swayed to the music pouring out of the speakers in the bar. Looks like I’m on my own with this one Mel thought. Typing something up quickly then locking her phone so she didn’t have to see it send, she slipped her phone back into her jean pocket.
To: Frank Dr. Langdon:
Fraaaank, me n Trin r at karaokeee!! We sang ur fave!! Anyway c u tomorro!!
Mel, how much have you two had to drink?
I don’t think you’ve ever spelled that many words wrong!
Get home safe, text me back when you see this.
Okay, it’s been like 2 hours, I’m coming to get you two.
Mel and Trinity were on stage again, another rousing rendition of You Oughta Know spilled from them as they stood on the stage, arms over each other's shoulders. Mel opened her eyes and there, front and center, was Frank Langdon.
“Frank!” Mel screamed as the song finished. “What are you doing here? Where are the kids, oh my gosh is everything okay?”
“Well, at least I know why you didn’t reply to my texts,” he laughs as she clambers down from the stage. “The kids are fine, I have an emergency sitter on call.”
Mel stood toe to toe with Frank, staring up at him.
“What are you doing here, Frank?” Even over the roar of the bar, he heard her, she knew he did.
“You didn’t reply after sending me a text where 80% of the words were just letters, I got worried, sweetheart,” he said.
“There’s that name again, you called me that earlier today.”
“Is it… is that okay?” His head tipped down to catch her eye.
“Yeah, yeah I think it is,” she breathed out and nodded.
“Okay,” he smiled.
“Okay,” she smiled back.
“Langdon?! You’re crashing girls night! Why?” Trinity came back from the bathroom, yelling.
“He came to rescue us, Trin,” Mel smiled at her friend. “You ready to go?”
“Nah, I text Yoyo from the bathroom, she’s on her way,” Trinity winked at her. “You two go, I’ll be fine, she’s only about 5 away.”
“Okay, be safe, I’ll see you at home,” Mel hugged her, which took both Trinity and Frank by surprise, then skipped out of the bar. She didn’t see Frank run over to the table and grab her bag and jacket.
“Wow, it’s cold out here, I wish I had a coat,” Mel wrapped her arms around herself as Frank draped one over her shoulders.
“Frank! You’re a lifesaver, where did you park? Oh gosh, I feel so bad you came all the way out here because of me,” she was babbling, partly because of the alcohol and partly because she was nervous. She was alone, with Frank, a man whom she very recently realised she has a crush on and was still mildly convinced could be her favorite pornstar. It was almost overwhelming. They arrived at his SUV, he opened her door, helped her in and buckled her seatbelt.
“You feeling okay, Mel?” He leant down to catch her eye, he’d been doing that a lot recently.
“Mmhmm, a little tired now that I’m sitting down, but I’m okay.” Satisfied with her answer, Frank closed the door.
“I got you a ginger ale and some water, they’re in the cupholders there,” he told her as he slid into the driver's seat. She looked down and… there they were, and before she could stop herself, Mel burst into tears.
“Woah, woah, sweetheart, what happened,” he reached across the console to grab her hands. Sniffling, she stared down at where he held her. Even in the dim glow of the streetlights she could see it, the scar, and as she slowed her breathing down, she found herself accepting the fact that Frank Langdon, her best friend, was also the man she had been masturbating with for months, then promptly decided she would worry about it again when she sobered up.
“Sorry, sorry, Frank, um, it’s just, that was really nice of you, all of this. Coming to get me, the drinks, I mean you got an emergency babysitter for goodness sake.”
“Really, Mel, it’s fine, Dennis was awake with baby Jane anyway,” he squeezed her hands.
“Dennis is your babysitter? Oh, I need to remember to tell Trin that tomorrow,” a wet chuckle left her. “Really though, thank you, it’s nice to be looked after.”
As she looked at him, she thought about how nice it would feel to kiss him.
“How ‘bout we do that when you’re sober, yeah, sweetheart?” Oh no, I must have said that out loud, she thought. Before she could spiral about what just happened, he laced his fingers with hers, brought them up to his mouth and kissed them. Mel’s eyes fluttered closed.
“Let’s get you home, yeah?” He whispered into her hands. She just nodded, no longer trusting her voice. The drive was quiet, save for whatever late night radio station was playing.
“I can’t convince you to come up, can I?” Mel’s head lolled to Frank as he pulled up to her building.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I better go save Dennis before Robby has a panic attack. Those two have got something weirder than Yoyo and Santos going on, and that’s really saying something.” They both chuckle and Mel opens her door.
“Thank you again, Frank, really. You’re my favorite person in the world… Don’t tell Trin.”
“Mel, you know I’m telling her that as soon as physically possible,” he smiles at her and she smiles back.
“Yeah, I know. Text me when you’re home, ‘kay?”
“You got it, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t drive off until he sees the door of Mel’s building close behind her.
“I still can’t believe you told him that,” Trinity says to her in the breakroom a few days after their big night out.
“Trin, really, he drove across town in the middle of the night to take us home, he earned the title,” Mel laughed at her friend. Everything was as normal as it could be following that night, except for the fact that Trinity and Yolanda had finally made it official, much to the relief of their entire friend group. As Mel threw her lunch trash away, she said
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Trin, I’m on a half day today, I’ll get the bus home.”
“Like hell you will,” a voice comes from behind her.
“Ah, there he is, the traitor,” Trinity fake snarls at Frank.
“I covered one night shift. Careful though, Santos, I might start thinking you like having me around.
“Anyway, since I covered, I’m leaving about the same time as you Mel, I’ll give you a ride.”
Trinity snorts and Mel whips her head around to stare her down in a way she hopes is threatening, but she knows it isn't.
“Thank you, Frank, that would be great, I’ll meet you by the lockers?”
“You got it sweetheart.” He squeezes her shoulder and leaves again.
“Not a word, Trin,” Mel levels a glare and Trinity mimes zipping her mouth closed.
Frank drops her home 2 hours later. She all but runs to her room to open her laptop. As it boots up, she kicks off her pants and underwear, throwing them somewhere in her room. There, she sees the latest post by fkboy26. Knowing the videos disappear 24 hours after the stream ends, she gets to work, pent up after her moment in the car with Frank. It’s different, knowing that it’s him behind (or, well, in front of, she supposed) the camera. As the video starts, Mel wonders if she should feel guilty, then quickly loses that train of thought as fkboy26, Frank, starts talking. She can hear that it’s him so clearly now, even through the distortion.
“Fuck, sweetheart, been thinking about this, about you, for so long.” His hands move to the waistband of his underwear to pull them down to expose his fully erect cock. It springs back up and the tip, leaking an obscene amount of precum, smacks onto his stomach, just below level with his bellybutton. Mel groans as she moves her hand makes contact with her throbbing clit, sliding her fingers down to gather some of her wetness.
He palms his cock, teasing both of them, Mel thinks.
“God, bet you feel so fucking good, bet you taste fucking incredible too,” he wraps a hand around himself and his hips move on their own accord as he fucks into himself. Mel moves her hand from her clit, and slides two fingers into herself.
“F--Frank, oh,” she moans loudly. Curling them into her g-spot, she pants as he continues fucking his hand.
“Fuck, so good, so good for me,” Frank’s hips already start stuttering, and he does not slow down. “Gonna cum already, gonna cum thinking about your sweet little pussy wrapped around me, sweetheart. You like that, like how desperate I am for you?”
Mel whimpers and nods as though he can see her.
“Fuck, yes, I’m gonna--” Before he can finish his sentence, cum spurts from his tip, coating his stomach and chest. Mel cums as she thinks about licking him clean. In her post-orgasmic haze, Mel pulls out her phone and asks if Frank wants to come over for a movie afternoon, and for the first time in their months-long friendship, he says yes.
Frank was on her couch. Frank was in her living room, legs splayed, knees touching hers, and Mel couldn’t breathe. They were watching some movie Mel couldn’t name for any amount of money in the world, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off his face. Watching the side of his mouth quirk up, she could almost hear the teasing lilt of fkboy26 fall out of it. The thought made her squeeze her thighs together slightly.
“Mel? You okay?” His head hits the back of the couch and rolls toward her.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah of course.” Nodding, Mel focuses her attention back to the TV. From the corner of her eye, she watches him raise an eyebrow then turn his head back too. Before she could stop it, before she could think it through, before she lost her nerve, Mel started.
“Actually, um, how are you? Really. With, you know, the divorce and everything?”
“Fine, good actually, it was a long time coming. We hadn’t been happy for years, since before Penny, really, it was just an expensive process, so it took a while,” Frank shrugged.
“And how did you, um, do that? On a resident’s salary?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Sorry if that’s invasive! Oh gosh, um, just because it’d be nice to have some ideas on how to build up a little nest egg now that Becca’s living independently.”
She swears he blushes as he runs his (bare, scarred left) hand over his face and through his hair.
“Oh! Well, I-- um-- okay, Mel, I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone about this,” holding out his pinky, she thinks he's joking but hooks hers around it anyway. The heat of him makes her dizzy.
“I-- um-- I… IdoliveporncammingandImadeenoughtopayformydivorceandbuyatownhouse,” he didn’t even take a breath as the truth spilled out of him, and he didn’t look her in the eye as he said it.
“Sorry, run that one by me again? And maybe try and breathe as well,” Mel chuckled, hoping it would calm him a little. Taking a deep breath, he tried again.
“I do live porn-camming, and I made enough to pay for my divorce. And buy a townhouse.” Frank looked ready to pass out.
“Um, Frank?”
“Oh god you hate me, you think it’s weird, you think I’m weird, oh god. Just forget I said anything,” his head was in his hands.
“Frank? I-- um, I know?” His head snaps up, mouth falling open.
“You know? How do you--” Cutting himself off as he sees the blush rising on her cheeks, his entire demeanor shifts, and Mel could feel the energy in the room change.
“Mel, sweetheart, I’m going to need you to be so honest with me, okay?
“How long have you known?” He turns his body to face her.
“Well, I had my suspicions when you told me and Trinity about your divorce that day in the breakroom. You have this scar, on your left index finger, and I recognised it from the videos. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t you, I really did,” Taking a breath, she looks up at him.
“But the reason Trin and I went to karaoke the other night was because I realised I wanted it to be you, I wanted you to be the man I had been getting off to for months.” Mel was going to throw up, or pass out, or both. But, she was this far in now, no use letting her bravery waiver, so she jumped off the ledge.
“Also, um, and if I’m reading this wrong, please tell me. But, I’m sober now, and you promised, the other night? In the car?”
She couldn’t read his expression, but also didn’t really get the chance to try as his hands came up to cradle her face.
“Mel, if we do this, we’re doing this, okay? We’re going to be all in. You’re going to be my girlfriend, I’m going to be your boyfriend, we’re going to be so disgustingly in love everyone is going to hate us.” Shaking his head, almost in disbelief, he continues, almost talking to himself.
“I can’t believe you watched me, before you knew it was me, and thought about me anyway. I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve how good you are.” His grip tightened on the back of her skull, tilted her face up to look at him, and she could see tears gathering on his lash line.
“Frank, you do. You do deserve this, besides, you’re my favorite person in the world, remember?” Her hands came up to circle his wrists as she slid closer to him.
“I’m going to kiss you now, sweetheart, okay?”
“Please,” she whispered as he closed the gap between them and finally, finally, his lips were on hers and the world stopped turning.
She didn’t quite know when it happened, but Mel sat in Frank’s lap as he licked into her mouth, his hands had moved from her face down to settle on her waist and hers wrapped around his neck, fingers carding through his hair, nails slightly scratching at his scalp. He moaned into her mouth, and his hands tightened around her as his thumbs shifted her shirt (that had already ridden up slightly) to feel the smooth skin underneath.
“Mel, fuck.” The rest of whatever he was going to say disappeared into the skin of her throat as he kissed and nipped at her. Mel tugged at his hair slightly and the groan that came out of him reverberated in her bones. Her hips were moving of their own accord and she could feel the wetness pooling.
“Frank-- Please-- I need--” Before she could finish her thought, the front door of the apartment swung open. Trinity and Yolanda stood at the entrance, mouths agape as Mel scrambled off Frank and he threw a pillow over his fully hard cock. No one moved, or blinked really, for a few seconds.
“Well,” Trinity clapped her hands together.
“I’m going to go to somewhere that isn’t this apartment to wash my eyes out with bleach because I did not need to see Langdon like that, ever. Then, I’m going back to the hospital and cashing in.
“Love you, Melly. Langdon, I swear to god, you fuck this up, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.” As the two women turned to leave, Mel yelled after them.
“Wait, you guys bet on us?” The door slamming was her only answer.
Looking at each other, Mel could see Frank’s pupils still blown, engulfing the blue almost entirely. His hair was still messed up from where she ran her hands through it. He looked beautiful, she thought. Then a second thought.
“Frank?”
“Mmmhmm?”
“My bedroom is the first door on the left.”
He was on his feet before she could get the end of her sentence out. Grabbing her hand and pulling Mel up behind him, he dragged her to her room.
He had her pinned to the closed door of her bedroom before she could blink. His lips were everywhere, her mouth, her neck, her jaw. His hands slid up from her hips, under her shirt and she detached herself from him long enough to take it off.
“Christ, Mel, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he runs his fingertips across the top of her breasts and up to settle on the side of her neck. She shuddered at the touch, and settled her hands on the waistband of his jeans.
“Frank, I need-- the bed, can we, please,”
“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need to beg, I’ll give you everything.” Kissing her again he walks them towards her bed and as her knees hit the edge, he puts a gentle hand on her chest and pushes. Her back hits the mattress and he’s on her. Licking into her mouth again, his left hand comes up to cup her breast over her bra. Mel moans into his mouth and her hips lift to meet his. His right hand shoots down to hold her in place, and Mel moans again.
“Oh? You want me to manhandle you a little, sweetheart?” His smirk was audible, Mel let out a noise of agreement and nodded, not trusting her voice. Everything happened so quickly, Frank gathered both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her as his other stayed on her hip, working her leggings down past the curve of her ass.
“Shit,” he groaned and Mel remembered she didn’t put underwear on underneath. “Baby, you’re dripping, need to feel you. I was gonna take this slow, make you cum on my fingers, with my mouth, but fuck, need to feel you on my cock.” Somehow, while still holding her hands in place, Frank unbuttoned his jeans and kicked both them and his underwear into her room somewhere. Mel shifted her legs around enough to kick off her leggings.
“You trust me, Mel? Gonna let me fuck you like this? Let me fuck you raw?”
“Mmmhmm, ‘m clean, have an IUD. Seen how much cum that comes outta you, needa feel it,” she was slurring out of the pure bliss of the situation. Frank’s eyes screw shut as he lines himself up with her dripping cunt.
“God, Melissa, you can’t just say those things, wanna last longer than 30 seconds.
“‘M clean too,” he says as he runs the tip of his cock along her.
“Frank, please, needa feel--” he thrusts into her, all the way to the hilt, before she can finish her sentence. She feels so full of him, overwhelmed in the best way. She can hear herself babbling as he fucks into her. Something about more, and deeper, and faster. Frank listened to every note. He pounded into her at a relentless pace.
“Christ, Mel, takin’ me so well. Shoulda known you’d be made for me, look at that, can see me down here,” his hand released her wrists and came down to rest on her stomach, on the slight bulge he was creating every time he bottomed out. Mel’s now free hands shot to his shoulders and she sunk her nails in.
“Frank, please, I’m so close already, feels so good.”
“Yeah, gonna come on my cock? Wait for me Mel, you can do that, yeah?”
Mel whined, then nodded.
“Atta girl,” he kissed her temple and, with renewed vigour, snapped his hips into her.
“Frank, please, need--need you to--” Her own moans cutting her off, Mel struggled out her one request. “Mark me, bite me, something, anything, please.”
“Yeah, want me to claim you?” He mumbles into the skin of her chest, right where her breast starts. Before she can answer, he sinks his teeth in, hard enough to bruise. Mel moans louder than she thinks she ever had in her life and clenches around him.
“You feel perfect, god, Mel, I’m getting close, gonna fill you up, yeah? Just like you wanted?”
“Please, oh god, can’t hold it Frank, please.”
“Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, let go for me, wanna feel you cum on my cock, let go baby.”
They came at the same time, and Mel could feel the almost ungodly amount of cum Frank produced spill into her. The thought of that alone made her cum again, which she didn’t think was possible, but it was Frank, and it was her, so nothing really surprised her. They stayed like that for a while, his cock softening inside of her, keeping her full of him. Mel ran her nails along the top of his back, and Frank hummed in contentment.
“So,” she starts. “We’re doing this then?”
Frank chuckles and slowly pulls out of her, Mel whines at the loss of contact. Leaning on his elbows, one hand comes down and he runs a thumb over the already purpling bite mark he left on her.
“Yeah, sweetheart, we’re doing this.” He moves up to kiss her, and digs his thumb into the bruise. Mel moans into his mouth and he chuckles.
After getting cleaned up, the pair laid on Mel’s bed. She asked him whether he was going to keep doing his cam-work.
“Really, Frank, if you want to, I don’t mind.” She didn’t want to tell him how hot she thought it was.
“I don’t think so, now that I’ve paid everything off, and I’m almost an attending, I don’t really need to, besides, if you wanna watch me jack off, you can just ask,” he winks at her and they descend into giggles. With their legs tangled together, Mel tells him about her past relationships and endeavors. (“Mel, I’ve got an ex-wife and two kids, I think I can handle hearing about your past,” he told her after she was hesitant to explain.)
As she finished, Frank looked at her, a little confused.
“Wait, I visited a buddy of mine at that college in my senior year, just before I met Abby. I met this girl, at a party one night, really hit it off with her too. We had sex…”
“Upstairs in the frat house…” They said together. Both of their mouths dropped open.
“Wait, you’re telling me I didn’t make you cum that night? Got a lot to make up for then,” he says as he climbs back on top of her, ready to make up for lost time.