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Frankie had bigger plans in life than this dirty, suffocating neighborhood. Every day that he spent in this place he found it becoming harder and harder to breathe. His mother told him that if he kept to himself, got good grades, and continued running on the track team then he would be sure to get a scholarship. Then he would be free.
Frankie was smart. He studied his books and reviewed his notes and completed his homework. Frankie doesn't go out and party. Instead, he woke up before the sun to run. He wasn't sure if he was running away from where he was now in life or trying to run to a better tomorrow.
Frankie spent his free time imagining a perfect future. He was talented in biology, and he wanted to become a doctor so he could help others. He wanted to become rich so he could buy up this street, burn it down, and build a mansion on top of the ashes. He wanted to marry a kind, beautiful boy and adopt children.
Oh, yah, Frankie was also gay. As if he didn't have enough issues, he had to keep his flamboyance under control. He made sure to wear mostly plain clothing, but he had dyed his hair blond in an odd moment of rebellion. Even dressed up as 'straight,' Frankie felt like everyone knew he was queer. He didn't deny it, but Frankie just wanted to fly under the radar until he graduated.
His plan would have worked out, too, if it wasn't for that no-good-rotten-Rance-boy.
"Hey, blonde! Whatcha doing? Going to suck off your boyfriend?" The no-good-rotten-Rance-boy yelled at him from across the street, and Frankie walked with his hands in his pockets and his head down. Was he tempted to throw the goddamn middle finger? Yes. Would he throw all his dreams away for this piece of garbage? Unlikely.
Then there were two boys walking behind him, and Frankie went from speed walking to full out sprint. He wasn't sure why they were trying to jump him, but he wasn't going to ask them any questions. Frankie was fast, sure, and he outran them this time, but he couldn't run forever.
As he ran to the safety of school, Frankie noticed someone had graffitied 'Your Dead Grande' (they hadn't even used the right 'you're'!) on a building. Frankie couldn't even imagine what he had possibly done to piss off the neighborhood gang, but he figured that they would tell him soon enough or he would be mugged anyways. Frankie didn't ask questions- he just ran.
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"Pssst, pretty boy. Pssst, blonde."
Frankie refused to turn around and give that no-good-Rance-boy and his gang the time of day. He kept tugging at Frankie's hair like he was trying to rip it out. Every time Frankie tried to concentrate on the math problems, the boy would tug sharply at his hair. Frankie wiped away the tears that had been unwillingly drawn from his eyes.
"Pssst, fag, you and that prude sister of yours are dead. Didja hear me? D.E.A.D."
"What's this about my sister, Rance?," Frankie whirled around to stare the boy straight in the eyes. For some reason, Rance only smiled brightly at his attention as if he had been given the best treat of the day and pulled at his pink hat. It wasn't even a mean smile and that just pissed Frankie off even more.
"My big bro, Caleb, wanted to get some, and that minx kicked him in the balls. Bam. Then he brought her some roses, all proper like, and she threw them at his face. Now, do you think that Beastmode and the rest of my brothers are very pleased with the Grande family right now?"
"You all deserved it. Filthy animals," Frankie spat and immediately blushed as he realized who he had just threatened. You didn't threaten any of the Rance brothers and expect to live. He quickly turned around and covered his treacherous mouth. He jumped as Rance yanked his hair.
"Beastmode was right," the boy leaned forward to whisper, "The Grandes are pretty to look at, but they would look even prettier with tape around their mouth. Especially you- Frankie."
Frankie shuddered because the awful, awful boy was way too close to his ear and his breath was hot against Frankie's skin. Frankie tried to block out whatever he was saying or doing because Frankie really needed to concentrate on what the teacher was writing on the board. Calculus was his worst class. It was hard because Rance kept saying nasty things to get any reaction. This had to be the longest forty minutes of Frankies life.
Frankie ran out of the classroom even though he had needed to talk to the teacher about making up a test. He found Ari at the cafeteria table, and he struggled to not grimace at her.
"So, when did you plan to tell me that you managed to piss off the Rance clan..before or after they killed me? You know- a little warning would go a long way," he snapped as he pulled out the lunch he had prepared this morning. Ari stole his apple and avoided his eyes.
"It was so embarrassing. Beastmode kept pulling at my pig tail and saying all these horrible things that I don't want to repeat. So...I just. I just kicked him where it would hurt most. Then he brought me these disgusting flowers, half were rotting, and I threw them away immediately. I was worried they were poisoned."
Frankie pulled his sister into a hug: "They probably were poisoned. Sorry for attacking you. I'm jittery because I almost go shanked this morning and then one of the horrible Rance boys, the one who thinks it's tough to wear a pink hat, was sexually harassing me. And I couldn't pay attention in Calculus. And there's a test this Friday that I'll fail if he continues this harassment."
"I hate this neighborhood," Ari sighed but perked up as a couple of their theater friends, Chester and Lauren, came to join them. Frankie nodded and tried to remain cheery as they chattered away about the school play. He was dreading the end of the school day.
Ari didn't have to worry because her boyfriend, Big Sean, was driving her home later. But Frankie didn't have a car. Nor did he have a boyfriend to protect him. At least he had good running sneakers.
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"Aw, blonde, don't you know it's dangerous to be walking all alone this late? Tut, tut, didn't your mother ever warn you? There could be gang members lurking in the dark alleyways."
"Huh, wow. I never thought about that," Frankie had run too much in practice and he couldn't outrun Rance in this condition. So he was trying to control his temper when all Frankie wanted to do was wipe that smirk off his face and shut him up for good.
"Maybe I should escort you home, then? Who knows what some boys might do to you...with your pretty eyes and cute, little mouth" He grabbed Frankie's hand and Frankie struggled under his strong grip. His mind was going a thousand miles a minute and he had no idea why this thug was holding his wrist.
"Please, Rance. Just leave me be. I'm sorry about what my sister did to Beastmode's balls. But I didn't have anything to do with it, okay? What is it you want from me?"
"What do I want?" he looked genuinely surprised by the question. He pulled Frankie closer to him and when he touched his face, it was surprisingly soft. Frankie averted his eyes and wondered why one hand was holding him painfully and the other was just barely stroking the soft skin of his cheeks.
"I want...I want to hear you say my name."
"Rance. You're name is fucking Rance, and I say it all the time," Frankie muttered and pathetically pulled back, but Zach's muscles were strong. He wasn't going anywhere.
"Oh, come on, Frankie. We've been in school together since our wee middle school days. There's no way you haven't heard my name. Say it. I know yours- Frankie James Micheal Marchione Grande. Say it or I won't let you go. Or worse- I'll let my brothers do what they want with you."
He mumbled the name so softly that Rance leaned forward until they were chest to chest and pressed against the alley wall. The street lamp flickered above them, and Frankie wanted to cry. Of course, all the crazies loved him.
"Louder."
"Zach Fucking Rance. Happy? Why do you care that I know your name?"
"I care. Say it again," Zach was smiling and he had loosened his grip on Frankie's arm. They were pressed so closely together that Frankie could feel Zach's heart beating erratically against him. Frankie hadn't been this close to another boy since he had given the quarterback a blowjob last year. He was kind of cute, Frankie had to admit, if horrible stalkers could be cute.
"Oh, god, Zach. How many times do I need to say it before you let me go? Zach Rance. Zachery. Zach. Zach. Zach. Z- are you getting off on this you sick fuck?" Frankie had expected a lot of cruel punishments and bloody beatings. Instead, the dumb boy had pressed his head into Frankie's neck and his breathing was slowing. The hand that wasn't holding Frankie down was against his waist. It was too cold and late for this shit.
"Keep going. S'nice," Zach, um, that boy sighed in pleasure, and Frankie wasn't sure why he had a gang member cuddling up on him in a dirty alley. If Rance had been a cat and not an over sized teenager then he may have started purring against him as Frankie said his name a couple more times. Gang members did a lot of things in dirty alleys but they did not cuddle their victims.
"I said your fucking name so get your dirty paws the hell off me. Or I swear to god...I'll suck your dick and bite it off before you orgasm," Frankie growled because he was growing tired of these games. He had homework to finish.
"Oh, feisty," Rance stepped back and snarled as if he hadn't just been cuddled up against him, "That's how I like them."
"You won't like anything when I cut off your dick next time, Zach- um I mean Rance."
"See you in class, sweetheart," Rance finally let go of him, and Frankie had never run so fast. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to make of that whole incident. Honestly, what the fuck was going on?
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"...and then he made me say his name a million times. The second I said 'Zach' he got all weak in the knees and put his face in my neck. Oh, but not before stroking my face. Should I be worried?" Frankie ranted as he lay on his top bunk bed. Ari listened below.
"Sounds like Beastmode isn't the only Rance with a crush on a Grande. I'm surprised you didn't just kick him in the balls. It sounds like you were close enough."
"I was afraid he had a weapon on him," Frankie half-lied because while he had been afraid that he could be hurt, he was mostly curious as to see what would happen. It's not every day your local gang member surprise cuddles you in a dark alleyway.
"Next time just take his dumb, pink hat. Why does he even think that it's cool?"
"I have no idea what goes through this cretin's brain- assuming he has one of course. I had always assumed he operated on some sort of crude pain and pleasure stimulus. And I'm dreading tomorrow because he's in my Calc class, and I don't have a ride," Frankie sighed.
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He dreamed that he was riding a bulldozer over this neighborhood and all the Rance's were crushed under the machinery. When he woke up on Friday, he felt like he hadn't gotten enough sleep and his alarm had been ringing for ten minutes.
Shit, he was going to be late. He didn't have time for breakfast or to pack lunch and by the time he got to Calc, which was fifth period, Frankie's stomach was growling and his forehead was pounding.
"Tell your stomach to shut up because I can't concentrate on my test," Rance whispered and tugged his hair. Frankie hadn't even been able to figure out number one, and the test wasn't even that hard. It was only ten multiple choice problems. What was wrong with him?
"Me and my stomach are going to bomb this, Zach, so please let me fail in peace" Frankie sighed and rested his throbbing head on his hands. Just as Frankie was about to give up completely and drift off to sleep a wad of paper hit his head. Frankie quickly slid the paper under his desk in between his legs, but the teacher hadn't been looking.
Frankie had been expecting a bunch of cuss words but instead there were the answers. A, B, B, A, C, C, A, D, D, A. The note was signed Zach and what looked like a heart had been scribbled out and then there was another heart, which had also been scribbled out, and then finally Zach had decided on a smiley face.
"Pass up your tests," the teacher started to collect the papers just as Frankie bubbled in the answers onto the scantron. He couldn't know if they were right but even 20% was better then a zero. Frankie turned around to thank Zach but the boy and his pink hat were already fleeing the classroom. Huh, Frankie watched him go and wondered why he had seemingly helped Frankie for no reason. This Rance kid just got stranger and stranger.
When Frankie got out of track practice, cheeks flushed with exertion, he saw a pink hat waiting for him outside the school gates. He wasn't scared this time, even though his muscles were once again sore and he couldn't outrun him, but curious.
"Why did you help me?" Frankie demanded, and he had never seen a Rance look shy but Zach almost looked like he was blushing. Maybe. Or else it was just the light from the setting sun.
"I like math. You kinda suck at math. I kept distracting you all week by pulling on your hair so it was only fair," he shrugged, "Plus, you called me Zach instead of Rance. No one calls me Zach except for my mom and only when she's sober. Which is...never. Oh, and a prostitute my brothers hired for me also said it but just because she was paid to."
"Well, even if you just gave me shit answers- thank you. Thank you...Zach," Frankie purred the last word, and he watched in amusement as Zach hid his face in his pink cap. A couple nights ago, in that dark alley, Zach had seemed to him dangerous but now, in the setting sun, he seemed harmless.
"They weren't shit answers, by the way. I told you that I was good at math and I mean't it. I've looked at your work all year and noticed that you over complicate all the equations when it's really fucking simple. I have a quicker way to get the job done. I could show you...if you want, Frankie," Zach was talking to him, but Frankie noticed that he was staring at the cracked pavement as he spoke. He almost looked shy, which was ridiculous because the Rance brother's weren't shy. They were loud. Abrasive. Rude. Not shy.
"Zach, is this your way of asking me on a date?"
"What kind on fucking question is that, bro? I'm not gay. Obviously. How can I ask you on a date if I like girls?" Zach crossed his arms and Frankie found the answer odd because of how defensive Zach had gotten. Frankie had a hunch that his favorite bully might not be as heterosexual as he wanted everyone to believe. Not that it mattered because Frankie would never date a boy like Zach. Have sex with him? Yes. Date? Not unless he wanted a permanent headache. Still it would be fun teasing him.
"Maybe I just got the wrong idea when you made me repeat your name and hugged me in an alley. Or when you stroked my face. Or how you waited for me after practice and are now walking me home," Frankie raised an eyebrow.
"Don't friends do these sort of things for each other?"
"First of all- we are not friends. Second of all- no. Not the kind of friends that I have. And I doubt any of your dude-pals would do any of those things either."
"We're friends," Zach protested ignoring the second part of Frankie's rant, "I helped you out today and we talk all the time in class. I threaten you- you ignore me. I call your sister a prude- you threaten me. I enjoy our whispered conversations."
Frankie stopped walking and crossed his arms. He knew that Zach was still more powerful than him, but he didn't feel so afraid any more.
"Zach, friends don't harass their friends nor do they insult their friend's sisters. If you want to be my friend for real...then tell Beastmode to stop trying to go after my sister. He wouldn't listen to anybody else but one of his brothers and we've been finding flowers and dead birds on our doorstep," Frankie put down his foot.
Zach also crossed his arms and shook his head: "No deal. Nobody tells Beastmode no. Not even his brothers."
"Well, then I don't think we can be friends, Rance."
Frankie started to walk away and Zach grabbed his arm again. He looked torn between punching Frankie in the face and crying. It would have been kind of cute if Frankie hadn't been so pissed off. Frankie aimed a punch at his stupid face.
"Hey! Why are you trying to fight me, Frankie?" Zach easily avoided his fist, and Frankie knew that this was hopeless. He was a runner not a fighter.
"Because you're an entitled asshole who thinks that I owe him any of my time. STOP following me. STOP pulling at my hair. STOP harassing me and then pretending you're my friend. All you've done is stalk me. Even your little note today was just probably motivated out of self-interest...maybe-maybe to get the school fag to suck your pathetic, closeted dick!" Frankie shouted and this time his fist did connect with Zach's jaw.
Then Zach pushed him into the alley they had come by, the same one from last time, and they were on the pavement fighting. Frankie could taste the blood in his mouth as it dripped from his nose, and he realized that Zach was trying to restrain him again and not hurt him. He was pinned down to the cold concrete, and Frankie's face must have been a gross mix of blood, snot, and tears.
"That's...that's not true. I really did want to help you...even if you don't believe it. And I really do want to be friends, Frankie because I- shit!" Frankie had gotten his leg loose and managed to knee Zach in the balls. Unfortunately, Zach was stronger then Beastmode and did not back down.
"Get off me, Rance. I don't want to be your friend."
"Please. Please, I'll do anything but what you first askied. I can't tell Beastmode no because he would beat me to bloody pulp and then let my other brothers have a go. But I want to be your friend so badly," Zach begged, which was a strange thing to do when you had someone pinned down beneath you. Frankie could tell it was getting late, the sun was gone and the streetlamps flickered on, and he needed to go home. Zach probably didn't have any work to get back to and he could wait all night, and the way he kept glancing at Frankie's lips even as they fought was making him uncomfortable.
"Fine. We're friends. Now get off me. All I want is for you to stop bothering me in Calculus and to stop assaulting me in alleys. If we're going to roll around on each other then let's do it somewhere soft- like a bed," Frankie said and Zach scampered off him. Zach stuck his hands in his jeans, pulled out what looked like a bloody rag, and then leaned back down to Frankie's face.
"Okay, okay. Here, let me help you," He gently wiped Frankie's face clean. He held Frankie's chin in his heads for a heartbeat then leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. Zach looked down immediately as if he was more ashamed at having kissed Frankie then punching him and stuffed the bloody rag back into his pockets.
"Thanks, buddy," Frankie said sarcastically, "If I'm ever in need of someone to bruise me and then kiss it all better I'll hit you up. Back alley dates are my favorite kind of romantic getaways."
"You're the one who attacked me in the first place. Rule of the streets says you were in the wrong."
"Yah, well, rule of friendship is that you apologize after hurting someone."
Zach hung his head in shame, "Sorry, Frankie....I'm kind of an impulsive dick. Like, I have ADD. Not that my Mom and brothers give a shit, but I seriously do have issues. So I'm sorry for pulling your hair and punching you. But I really do want to be friends..."
"Fine. Apology accepted."
"And since I kissed you where I hurt you then it's only fair that you kiss me back," Zach looked up hopefully. Frankie could see no way out of this and if Beastmode was insane then Zach was also his own special type of crazy. It seemed that they were just a family of stalkers and misunderstood romantics. Kind of like the Cullens from Twilight.
Frankie leaned up a little on his toes to kiss Zach on the cheek and tried not to roll his eyes like this wasn't the most ridiculous thing he had ever done. Zach made a happy humming sound and held him there even after he had finished the kiss.
"That's not where you hurt me though," Zach protested, and Frankie's eyes flickered down to Zach's crotch. He wet his lips as if he was considering it.
"Take me on a proper date first."
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"Frankie, someone who says he's your, um, study partner is here," Frankie's mom called and Frankie raced down the stairs. He knew why his mother was confused. Zach had in his studs and eyebrow piercing, and his shirt had been rolled up to show off his shoulder tattoo, which said RANCE. He didn't look like he had come to prepare for their upcoming midterms.
Frankie grabbed Zach by the wrist and pulled him towards his room. His mother would be even more suspicious if he locked the door so he just closed it. Then he crossed his arms and tapped his foot.
"What? What did I do wrong this time?" Zach self-consciously played with his earrings.
"Um, how for a supposed study partner you're missing- what are they called again?- books. You know those things you open up and review for tests? Or the fact that you look like you're ready for a rock metal concert," Frankie ranted as he pulled out his own review sheets and spread them on the floor. Zach unrolled his sleeves so his tattoo was no longer visible, and he looked so miserable that Frankie felt bad for snapping at him.
"I thought you would think it was cool. At the clubs, the girls like them," Zach went to remove his studs but Frankie stopped him.
"I do think you look cool, Zach. These accessories just might be better for the club than our study session. My mom is going to send Ari to check up on us to make sure you haven't snuck me out the window," Frankie teased and Zach giggled. Frankie thought it was cute that Zach laughed at all his jokes.
"Wait. We're actually going to study? I thought study was a code word for..."
"Sex? No, Zach, I don't have usually have sex with my study partners. Especially not straight ones. I need to study. I allowed you to come because you promised that you would show me all your tricks in math."
"When I said trick, I mean't my dick. Why do you even need to study? You're the smartest person I know," Zach spread himself out on the floor and he pulled out his phone to take selfies. Frankie rolled his eyes and wondered if life with Zach was just a permanent eye roll.
"Because I need a 4.0 so I can get a scholarship so I can go to college so I can become a doctor so I can become wealthy and marry a millionaire philanthropist and then adopt a bunch of kids. Oh yah, then use the remaining money to destroy this shit-hole of a town," Frankie clutched his notes to his chest and sighed as he dreamed of what the future could be. Zach was giving him a strange look.
After a couple minutes, Zach wordlessly picked up a study sheet and started to go over it. He would come over every day so they could review, and Zach threw himself into studying. He left his sleeves down and still kept in his studs but took out his eye piercing. Frankie's mother checked up on them but all they did was study. Well, mostly all they did.
Sometimes Zach would get tired and ask Frankie if he could 'caress him just for a little bit.' Frankie wasn't really sure if that's what bros did for each other but Zach sure liked it when they took a break to sneak up to Frankie's top bunk and Frankie would hold him. He wouldn't even do anything but stroke his back and hair. It made Zach get very pliant and his breathing became slower.
"If I was a millionaire philanthropist would you want to kiss me?" Zach asked him one day. Frankie had been taking a break by scrolling through his phone and Zach was resting his face in his neck. He looked so vulnerable in this position, and his voice had shaken as he spoke.
"I kinda want to kiss you now," Frankie smiled down at him and pecked him quickly on the lips. Zach blushed but shook his head.
"Not like that. For real. Like the way you would kiss...a girlfriend or a prostitute."
"Like this?" Frankie leaned down and started the kiss gentle but then leaned in until Zach was gasping for breathe. He could feel Zach's heart beating erratically, and he wondered if this was the first time that he had ever been kissed by a boy before.
"Yah...like that."
Frankie sometimes wondered if Zach was also bipolar. Or at least had two personalities. Out on the streets he was tough and liked to hang out with his brothers and harass unsuspecting kids. In Frankie's bed, he was all wide eyes and giggles and sweet kisses. Frankie wasn't even sure who the real Zach was. He wanted to pull an Eminem and ask for the real Zachary Rance to please stand up.
"Zach, tell me again how you're straight," Frankie asked as Zach eagerly dragged him up to the top bunk where Frankie knew they would practice kissing.
Frankie, who had scored only an 89 on his Calculus test today while Zach had gotten a perfect score, was peeved. He wasn't really in the mood for Zach's soft hair or nervous kisses or desperate, little noises. Caleb was still pursing Ari and leaving her worrisome messages. Also, Cody (the third Rance) had called him a 'corrupting faggot' in front of the whole class and told him to get off of his brother's dick.
"I'm kinda straight," Zach protested, "Just not completely. Like, I'm at a 39% homosexual level right now."
"Uh huh. And if I sucked your dick where would you be?" Frankie knew that Zach was just pulling these numbers out of his ass and it was pissing him off. Like sexuality could be placed on some sort of concrete numerical system. Bullshit.
"Uh, maybe 60%. And if you fucked me I might become gay," Zach put his face in the pillow and Frankie rubbed his eyes in frustration.
"I can't make anyone gay, Zach. Nor is your sexuality solely dependent on actions. If I were to suck your dick or fuck you into the mattress it would be because you had begged me to. Nor would that do anything to your 'homosexual levels.' God, why am I even having this discussion? It's not like it even matters," Frankie flopped onto the bed and also hid his face in his pillow. He could feel Zach rubbing his back. So he just lay there and let the minutes tick by, but Zach was still tracing loose circles into his skin. And pressing kisses onto his neck.
"Feel better?" Zach asked as he pulled his head out of the pillow and kissed him.
"I'm just frustrated. Emotionally. Sexually. Maybe I should just fuck you. Then your brother would have a real reason to scream at you. I bet you would like it, huh? They keep asking why you're limping and it's because I spread you out and fucked you until all you could remember was my name. What do you think about that, straight boy?," Frankie spoke calmly as if they were discussing history dates. He watched as Zach's pupils became dilated, and he slipped his hand down to caress him through his jeans. Zach bit his lips so he wouldn't moan.
"Wouldn't mind...if it was you," Zach now had his face buried in Frankie's neck and he shuddered in delight as Frankie slipped a hand into his loose jeans. Frankie wasn't interested in making this nice for Zach. Frankie just liked cock. He liked how they felt in his hands, and he wanted to touch one right now. He didn't give two shits if Zach was 39% gay or 60% because those numbers couldn't tell you how Zach eagerly spread his legs and how red his cheeks got when Frankie started to jerk him off- fast and simple.
"If I can't have my millionaire philanthropist then at least I can have the neighborhood thug. I wonder what all your bros would say if they could see you now. I could make you cum right now. Zach, Zach, Zach. Yah, I know you like it when I say your name, Rance," Frankie taunted even though he knew it was cruel. He didn't care. Zach had harassed him. Crawled into HIS bed. Asked to be kissed and stroked and cuddled. He could take all the verbal assault Frankie had to deal with.
"F-frankie," Zach whispered into his collarbone and he was holding him so tightly that there were sure to be bruises on his hips in the morning. Then he started pulling on Frankie's hair.
"Yah, keep moaning my name, Rance. I know you're too afraid to touch my dick. Don't worry- I'll jerk off on your stupid face after I finish this and you can pretend you don't love it," Frankie rubbed the tip of Zach's cock and watched as the sweat dripped down his skin. He really was beautiful when he wasn't being awful. Zach was coming closer to the edge judging by his staggered breathing and the way he kept repeating Frankie's name into his neck.
"Zach, come, Zach, come for me, Zach," Frankie instructed, and Zach did as he was told. Frankie suspected that he got off on being ordered around, but he doubted Zach would ever admit it. Zach kissed him in thanks as Frankie scooped the cum off of Zach's abs and licked the salty liquid.
"Do you- do you really want to come on my face?" Zach whispered as though it was the dirtiest thing he had ever heard.
"You act like you've never seen anyone do that. Don't you and your brothers fuck the prostitutes that your father owns on a daily basis?"
"No, I- I don't like to have sex with people I don't like," Zach admitted and Frankie might have thought it cute if he wasn't in such a bad mood. Zach had cum already, but he was still straining against his boxers. Frankie knew Zach was too afraid to touch him, and Frankie wasn't in the mood to beg for anything.
"Cute. Now hold still. Open your mouth a little. Hmmm....it might look even better if you had that piercing in. Oh, well," Frankie climbed ontop of Zach. It was hard for him to kneel with the ceiling so close, but at least, from this angle, Zach was obscured by the headboard so no one who peeked in could tell what was happening.
When Frankie finally touched himself, it felt long overdue. He touched himself with long, languid strokes as if his mother or sister couldn't walk in at any moment. Frankie groaned Zach's name as he stared down at Zach's still flushed face. His pupils were dilated and his mouth red from being bitten. Frankie was surprised as Zach raised his hand to touch Frankie's cock, and Frankie moaned his name again as Zach ran his fingers lightly against it. Frankie came on him after one more stoke with a breathless Zach.
"I liked that," Zach told him as the cum dripped down his face and into his mouth, "You kept saying my name. Over and over again. Like it was a prayer or something."
"You're so fucking weird. Why are you so obsessed with me saying your name, Zach?"
"It's intimate. Like we're friends."
"We are friends, Zach," Frankie laughed as he reached down to get Zach a tissue to wipe his cum off, "with some benefits."
"Even if I'm not a millionaire philanthropist."
"Even if you're not a millionaire philanthropist. But who knows...maybe someday you'll become, like, a famous rapper or motivational speaker," Frankie kissed him again, "you're full of surprises."