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When Frank approached the table with a tray of drinks Brendon appeared at his side, seemingly out of thin air. The music in the club had changed, a song Frank couldn’t place blared from the speakers. Frank knew he was in trouble when Brendon’s hands circled his waist. Frank was holding a ‘Screaming Orgasm’ in one hand ready to place it on the table when Brendon turned him around. He ended up trapped between Brendon’s body and the table. The women at the table whistled encouragingly. Brendon moved forward, his hands still draped lightly on Frank’s hips. He stepped into Frank’s space and slipped one leg in between Frank’s, the other just to the side of Frank’s left leg. Brendon’s hand snaked around Frank’s waist and he placed a strong hand onto the flat of Frank’s back.
Frank remained still for a few seconds when Brendon started to dance. His hips moved in time with the beat echoing through the club. Brendon tipped his chin and looked up into Frank’s eyes through his half closed lashes. Frank caught on. The drink still in his hand, he started to dance too.
Soon Brendon and Frank were dancing in a world of their own. Frank’s hand rested on the back of Brendon’s neck, his other hand held the drink, he was careful not to spill it. Brendon’s breathing changed, it became shallower, each twitch of their hips creating a pleasant friction between them. Frank’s eyes became unfocussed; if they kept this up he’d need to change his pants.
When the song ended, Brendon threw back his head and exposed his throat; he faked a very enthusiastic and loud orgasm and stepped away from Frank to grin cheekily at the women at the table. Frank placed his now free hand on the table behind him and leaned heavily against it. He forgot himself in his arousal and took a long, and much needed in his opinion, drink of the alcohol in his hand. Stupid Brendon.
Frank excused himself soon after he had replaced the drink he had downed. He needed to take care of his not so little problem before he passed out through lightheadedness; idiotic, tight dress pants didn’t help in situations such as these.
Brendon watched Frank walk delicately away from the table and followed his progress to the staff suite with his eyes. The women at the table approved of the dancing and the chemistry between the two men and Brendon had to admit when the idea had struck him he thought it would be a bit of fun, an easy way to make a huge tip. He hadn’t expected it to go that far.
He extracted himself from the giggling women and followed Frank into the suite.
Frank turned slowly when Brendon opened the door, he couldn’t keep the feral look from his eyes as he swiftly crossed the room and kissed Brendon’s mouth hungrily.
“Don’t you… ever… do that… to me again.” He panted out between sloppy kisses.
Brendon smirked against Frank’s mouth and feigned innocence.
“You enjoyed it, in fact, you’re still enjoying it.” Brendon pulled Frank close to him, both his hands on Frank’s ass as he ground their hips together. Frank squeaked and pushed against Brendon eagerly. Brendon’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once and Frank now knew why he had been described as a monkey. His brain promptly shut off when Brendon’s hands slid over the front of his impossibly tight pants.
Brendon tried unsuccessfully to slide his hand into Frank’s pants and Frank growled low in his throat. He pushed Brendon back against the wall and quickly negotiated the obstacle of Brendon’s zipper. Brendon copied Frank’s movements; Frank’s pants slipped down his narrow hips to bunch on his thighs. Frank took Brendon’s erection in his hand and slowly worked his way up the length, squeezing his hand rhythmically and earning little sounds from Brendon. Brendon tried to keep his hips still and work at Frank’s dick,but his brain became foggier and he had trouble remembering to move his hand. Frank dropped his free hand to Brendon’s hip and held him pressed against the wall; he sucked on Brendon’s ear and worked his hand furiously at Brendon’s dick.
Brendon’s hand tightened around Frank and Frank bucked into it; he picked up the pace Brendon had dropped and fucked Brendon’s tightly clasped hand. Brendon panted loudly into Frank’s hair and bucked a few more times into Frank’s hand. Brendon came loudly, nipping at Frank’s neck to muffle the sound. Frank followed soon after and leaned boneless against Brendon effectively bracing him against the wall.
“So…” Brendon murmured into Frank’s shoulder.
“So?” Frank questioned. Finally coming down from his orgasm, he stepped away from Brendon and wiped himself clean with a towel.
“So, I was thinking, maybe we should go on a date or something?”
Frank blinked and glanced at Brendon, pants still open, hair mussed and face still flushed. He laughed, he couldn’t help it, Brendon really was too endearing to be real.
“I’m sorry, it was a terrible idea.” Brendon stumbled over his words, his face flushing; Frank was laughing at him. He turned to leave, refusing to think about it as running away like a little girl, when Frank grabbed him.
“Brendon Urie, don’t be such an idiot. I wasn’t laughing at you. I’m pretty sure sticking my hand down your pants is a good indication I want to date you.”
**
Frank turned his head to glance in the direction of the sound; the knock he heard was soft. He tugged his t-shirt over his head as he walked to open the staff room door. The man who greeted him was leaning against the frame, a messenger bag slung over one shoulder. He wore a loose long sleeve shirt and ripped blue jeans, he had flip-flops on his feet and a lazy smile played on his lips.
“Brendon around?” He asked.
“Uh, yeah. He’s just getting cleaned up. Come in.”
“I’m Jon by the way,” He said as he stepped into the staff suit and looked casually around. He had been in here before, Brendon was never ready on time, and Jon always ended up having to wait.
“Frank. Nice to meet you.”
Jon’s smile widened, “So you’re Frank. I’ve heard a lot about you; it’s nice to finally meet you.”
Brendon took this moment to make his grand entrance from the bathroom. Running over to Jon, Brendon slung his arms around Jon’s shoulders and placed his head in the crook of his neck. Jon hugged him back, resting his head on top of Brendon’s. He had known Brendon too long not to be completely comfortable with his friend’s tactile nature. Brendon liked to touch, it was a comfort thing; his friends had come to expect hugs and kisses from him as greetings.
Frank left the two men alone and finished changing; he was tired and his bed was calling him. He stifled a yawn as he turned back to Brendon and Jon.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Brendon; I’m glad to have you back, this place was boring as fuck without you here.” He smiled and flicked Brendon’s elbow with his fingers, although they had agreed dating was on the cards, he wasn’t sure how to act with Brendon’s friend around.
“Of course it was boring without me; you people have no concept of fun. Hey, we’re getting breakfast, you want to come?”
The mere mention of food had Frank’s stomach grumbling, he tried very unsuccessfully to hide it. He felt a little awkward after what he and Brendon had done so the thought of spending more time with Brendon and his friend sent his stomach into knots.
“No. I gotta crash. Thanks though.”
“Aww, come on. I’m buying; it’s the least I can do.”
Jon looked between the two, Frank blushed and shifted around from foot to foot, he hoped Jon didn’t ask too many questions.
Frank weighed his options. Sleep, free food, sleep, free food…
“Okay. As long as you’re buying, how can I resist?” He favored Brendon with a winning smile he hoped covered how uncomfortable he felt under Jon’s curious gaze.
Frank stuffed his uniform unceremoniously into his locker; he’d regret it next shift but right now the promise of food was all he cared about. They grabbed their bags and headed out to the tiny diner tucked along one of the side streets just off the Strip.
Brendon ordered pancakes with maple syrup. Jon ordered French toast and Frank settled on hash browns, toast and black coffee.
“Brendon’s not allowed coffee, are you Bren?” Jon said once they had placed their orders.
“Nope.” Brendon replied wistfully. “It makes me hyper.”
Frank smiled and nodded, Brendon already looked like he had sucked down an entire pot of coffee; he was squirming around in his seat and kept glancing from the door to the window and back again. Frank wondered if Brendon was always like this after a shift; Jon didn’t even seem to notice his friends squirmy behavior, either he was too preoccupied to notice or this was a common occurrence he was used to blocking out.
It occurred to Frank that this was the first time he had spent any time outside of the club with Brendon; the thought saddened him a little, but then he remembered Brendon had asked him on a date, was this the date? He hoped not.
“You don’t drink coffee Jon?” Frank asked
“Not on my days off no. I work at Starbucks and after a while other coffee loses its appeal. If it’s not made by a crazed mega-corp, it’s just not right.” He sighed dramatically but grinned at Brendon.
“Hey Jon, where’s Spence?” Brendon didn’t look at Jon but glanced at the clock behind the counter instead. He didn’t give Jon a chance to answer before he spoke again, “and Ryan’s late too. Honestly, how hard is it to be on time?”
“Spencer called just before I met you; he couldn’t find a shoe and said he would be late. I figured when it comes to Spence and shoes, don’t argue, just agree with him. If he needs a certain pair of shoes as far as I’m concerned he can take all day finding them if he wants. I have no idea where Ryan is, probably with Keltie. He’ll be here, he always is.”
Just then the door to the diner opened and the little bell tinkled. A guy wearing a white t-shirt and really tight jeans walked in. His face looked young, even under the slight beard, his hair was swept dramatically across his forehead and he looked flustered as he walked over to them. He slipped into the booth next to Jon and placed a quick kiss on his lips.
“I’ll kill Ryan when I see him; he moved my shoes again. I had to practically turn the apartment upside down to find them. He knows not to touch the shoes.”
Jon patted his leg and shrugged half apologetically, half amused.
“Did you order yet? You couldn’t even wait. Some boyfriend you are.” With that Spencer got up and walked over to the counter to order.
“That’s Spencer, Jon’s boyfriend.” Brendon told Frank, things he could have guessed himself.
When Spencer returned, he finally noticed Frank sitting tucked into the booth next to Brendon. He sat down and looked curiously over at Frank, taking in the makeup and the tattoos on both his hands and neck.
“Spence, this is Frank. Frank this is Spencer Smith.” Brendon introduced the two men and went back to glancing out the window.
“It’s about time we got to meet you Frank. Bren never shuts up about you. ‘Frank said this’; ‘Frank did that’. I was actually beginning to question your existence.”
Brendon stared at Spencer, his mouth hanging open in shock.
“I can’t believe you just said that, I don’t sound like that at all. You are no longer a friend of mine Spencer Smith!” Brendon gasped, scandalized.
“It’s true.” Jon said calmly, “You do actually sound like that.”
“That’s right Walker, take sides… and you, my favorite of everyone… how dare you!” The blush on Brendon’s face was creeping steadily lower as he waved his hands around severely for effect.
“I hope you’ve asked him out Bren…” Spencer’s voice was quiet and directed at Brendon, even though Frank and Jon could hear too.
“Brendon has a tragic time with boyfriends Frank; he tries, but they always end up leaving.” Spencer attempted to pat Brendon’s arm affectionately, whilst hiding a smirk in his own sleeve. Frank could only gape; by this point he resembled a slightly red fish out of water. He had no clue what to say, were they joking or being serious? He hated groups of friends and all their in jokes.
“Maybe if you toned it down from an eleven to say a three Brendon you wouldn’t scared them all away.” Ryan’s slow drawl came as a surprise to everyone at the table. He walked slowly around the table and squished on the end of the seat next to Spencer.
Brendon looked at Frank and waved his hand in Ryan’s direction.
“This sardonic little rain cloud is Ryan.”
“That wasn’t me being sardonic Brendon; that was me telling the truth. You scare your boyfriends away. See, truth.” He arched an eyebrow at Brendon and nudged Spencer’s shoulder in greeting.
Frank frowned at Ryan; Brendon had stopped squirming and just looked uncomfortable.
“It’s kinda lucky I don’t scare easily then.” He said to Ryan winking at Brendon as he spoke. Brendon perked up and shifted happily in his seat.
Frank got up to order more much needed coffee, and as soon as he left his seat Brendon was crowded by three overly interested friends.
“Something happened didn’t it?” Questioned Spencer, his face already lighting up.
“Spencer’s right,” said Jon, “You’re having breakfast with him; you’ve never invited your previous boyfriends to breakfast with us before.”
“He’s not my boyfriend and I don’t kiss and tell Walker, you know that; unlike some I have morals and standards.”
“No you don’t. You normally can’t wait to kick someone out of bed so you can tell us all about it.”
“Oh, right. Okay, so something might have happened. It might have been fun and people might have been satisfied. But that’s all I’m saying.”
After an hour or so Frank was starting to feel the effects of his coffee wearing off; he stifled a yawn against the back of his hand. Beside him Brendon didn’t appear to be faring much better; he was leaning heavily into Frank’s side, eyes drifting and unfocused. Jon turned to Spencer; he nodded his head in Frank and Brendon’s direction, Spencer smiled at him and nudged his elbow into Ryan’s side. Ryan looked at the almost sleeping couple and he rolled his eyes at Spencer and Jon; however, the corners of his lips lifted into a tiny but unmistakable smile.
“Brendon?” Ryan asked, the almost smile gone from his lips. Brendon blinked sleepily at him and snuggled closer to Frank’s side. He seemed to have come crashing down from his work high and was now almost fully asleep curled against Frank’s ribs. Ryan groaned and looked skeptically at his friends; Jon nudged Frank’s leg with his foot.
“Frank? You think maybe you could help me get him home?”
Ryan eyed Frank warily as he hauled Brendon to his feet, his weight heavy in his arms. Jon and Frank said their goodbyes to Spencer and Ryan; Jon and Spencer kissed softly and Ryan gave a small wave, eyes still on Frank who was struggling under the almost dead weight of Brendon. Ryan was heading back to his girlfriend’s house and Spencer had to get to work. Jon slipped an arm under one of Brendon’s and the two set off at a slow pace towards Brendon and Jon’s apartment.
“He likes you a lot you know.” Jon said, not taking his eyes off the sidewalk in front of him. This startled Frank, mainly because it was so straightforward and honest. People generally gave hints and skirted around issues such as these.
“Yeah, I know. If this is the part where you warn me not to hurt him, I have no intention of doing that. Ever.” Frank replied, he stopped suddenly and glanced over Brendon at Jon. He fixed Jon with his most genuine stare, as genuine as he could be on very little sleep and too much caffeine; hefted Brendon back into place and motioned them forward. Brendon was awake enough to snuggle into Frank’s shoulder as he walked, eyes mostly closed. Frank knew he could hear them, and guessed Brendon was more awake than he was letting on and was maybe pushing his luck.
They arrived at the apartment after walking a few blocks, but in the heat of the morning those few blocks had seemed like a hundred. Frank wondered, not for the first time, why he had moved to the desert; he could have stayed in New Jersey where it was almost certainly cooler.
The three of them squeezed awkwardly through the front door and Brendon was unceremoniously dumped onto the sofa. He curled on his side and closed his eyes. Sweat beaded on Frank’s face after the struggle of almost carrying Brendon up the stairs and he sat down heavily on Brendon’s legs. As soon as Frank laid his head against the back on the sofa, he knew he was doomed. His body grew heavy and his eyes closed.
Frank was pulled from a light sleep and a hazy dream by a toe digging into his thigh; he opened his eyes, which were turning a little bloodshot, to see Brendon attempting to pull his feet from under Frank’s legs. His lower half and Brendon’s legs were covered in a checkered blanket, courtesy of Jon.
Frank shifted a little to give Brendon room to move, Brendon pulled his legs out from under Frank and turned onto his back; he yawned loudly and kicked at the blanket now covering his feet. He moved around and slid ungracefully to the floor on his hands and knees. Brendon crawled along the floor and pushed himself up by placing both his hands on Frank’s knees.
Brendon smiled sleepily at Frank, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. Frank tucked the blanket round his shoulders and followed Brendon along the corridor to his room.
The sun was shining bright through the open window when they entered the room, the clock on the bedside table read 11.37am. Frank squinted through his tired eyes as Brendon pulled the curtains shut and stripped out of his shirt and pants; Brendon climbed into bed and sighed significantly when he saw Frank standing staring at him.
“Frank…” Brendon sounded amused in a sleepy sort of way; he turned his face into the pillow and patted the empty space next to him on the bed. Frank shucked out of his pants and dropped his t-shirt to the floor; he climbed into the bed and pulled the light sheet over his legs. Brendon snuggled his head into Frank’s arm and fell asleep almost instantly.
Frank’s heart was pounding in his ears; every little puff of air escaping from Brendon’s lips was hitting Frank’s skin and making it tingle. He laid still, hand stroking the skin on the back of Brendon’s neck until he felt sleep overwhelming him again.
Frank woke up with the hot sun on this face, shining through a tiny gap in the curtains. He opened his eyes slowly taking in the small room with red walls and a black lampshade beside the bed. It took him a few minutes to remember where he was, but as the body next to him shifted memories came flooding back and he smiled serenely.
Brendon stretched slowly, working the kinks out of his muscles; he yawned and turned over to smile drowsily at Frank. He draped an arm around the smaller man’s waist and snuggled into Frank’s tattooed chest, humming his approval at the feeling of skin on skin.
Frank glanced at the clock on the bedside table, 6:15pm, another few hours before the shift started; he was hungry but food could wait. He snaked an arm slowly up Brendon’s back and draped it across his shoulders, hugging the sleepy man closer. Frank placed a soft kiss on Brendon’s temple and stared at the ceiling waiting for Brendon to wake up properly.
It didn’t take long; Frank knew from experience that once Brendon was out of his sleepy state his energy levels grew and grew. Brendon turned over onto his stomach and rested on his elbows; he grinned at Frank devilishly and pulled the light blanket off Frank’s chest. He traced his index finger over the words and images on Frank’s exposed skin. He poked at the birds on Frank’s stomach.
“I could look at these things all day; when you move, it looks like they’re flying.” He giggled and poked Frank’s side again, harder this time. Frank pulled his stomach away from Brendon’s probing fingers and caught his wrist with a free hand. He drew Brendon’s arm away from his stomach, Brendon’s fingers really were tickly, and pulled his wrist up to his lips.
Frank kissed the inside of Brendon’s wrist and sucked lightly on the skin there. Brendon’s skin was slightly salty from sweat and he sucked in a breath when Frank’s teeth nipped at the soft fleshy part of his hand. Frank stopped kissing Brendon’s palm, but held his hand to his lips; he looked up into Brendon’s eyes over the line of his fingers and smiled against Brendon’s skin.
Brendon moved his hand up to cup Frank’s face; he traced the line of his jaw and worked his hand around Frank’s neck and into his hair. Brendon leaned down, kissing Frank’s jaw line, using the hand on his neck he pulled lightly, exposing more of his throat. Brendon kissed the skin of Frank’s throat softly, just little butterfly kisses meant to tease the skin.
Frank raked his short fingernails up Brendon’s exposed sides urging him on. Brendon complied; he took Frank’s bottom lip into his mouth and sucked hard, nipping the soft pink skin between his teeth. Frank groaned; he placed his hands firmly on Brendon’s chest and pushed. He pushed Brendon up and off him, using the momentum and his weight to flip him onto his back. Slightly surprised by this move Brendon glanced at Frank, his mouth open and his breath coming out in ragged gasps. Frank grinned and sat up onto his knees.
Frank placed his palms flat against Brendon’s chest and looked him in the eyes. He ran his hand’s lightly down Brendon’s ribs, his hands resting for a second on the swell of Brendon’s hipbones. Brendon raised his hips wantonly off the bed, giving his assent and allowing Frank to remove his boxers. Frank tucked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, throwing them into a darkened corner of the room and out of sight. Brendon squirmed under Frank’s gaze and pulled himself further up the bed to rest his back and neck better on the pile of pillows. He stared down at Frank who just sat there, swirling patterns onto Brendon’s stomach with his fingertips.
“You quite comfy up there? I mean, I could wait... take your time.” Frank smiled and ran his index finger along the underside of Brendon’s growing erection.
Brendon tried in vain not to push his hips up to connect with Frank’s hand; he managed a strangled “Frank” while he fisted the sheets in a tight grip. Frank tapped on the inside of Brendon’s thighs with his other hand and Brendon opened his legs as asked. Frank crawled over Brendon’s leg and knelt down between them; he shimmied down slightly to get a better angle and licked experimentally over the head of Brendon’s dick.
Brendon groaned loudly at the touch of Frank’s tongue; he gripped the headboard with one hand and moved the other towards Frank’s hair. Frank took the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue, lapping at the pre-come already there. Frank noticed, to his amusement, Brendon’s hand creeping lower and closer to his head; he reached out and took the hand, tangling Brendon’s fingers in his hair.
Frank sucked his way slowly down Brendon’s erection, humming occasionally when Brendon tightened his grip on Frank’s hair. He fisted what he couldn’t fit into his mouth. He sucked harder, earning a deep throaty moan from Brendon. Frank began to work his way back up and set up an agonizingly slow rhythm, squeezing the base and holding Brendon’s twitching hips still. Frank pulled off with a wet pop to give his tired jaw a rest; he blew cold air over the length of Brendon’s dick and took it into his mouth again.
He swallowed Brendon as best as he could, throat working convulsively as Frank attempted not to gag. Brendon’s hips moved erratically and he gripped Frank’s hair tightly, holding his head in place. Franks teeth scrapped lightly at the underside of Brendon’s dick and the mix of pain and pleasure was enough to push him over the edge; his body stiffened and he attempted to pull Frank back by his hair. Frank swallowed, still attempting not to be choked and licked Brendon clean.
Frank crawled up the length of Brendon’s body and pushed his sweaty hair off his face; he nuzzled into the side of Brendon’s neck and listened to his breathing calm down. Frank licked the palm of his hand and slipped it under the waistband of his own boxers; he jerked himself off slowly, taking his time to watch and enjoy the faces Brendon made as he watched the slow slip-slide of Frank’s hand under the fabric.
Frank twisted his hand and thumbed the head of his cock; he bit his bottom lip between his teeth, leaving marks in the soft skin. Brendon licked the shell of Frank’s ear and whispered, “Come for me Frank.” Frank’s eyes squeezed tight and his mouth opened in a silent moan, his body shook as his orgasm rolled over him in waves. Brendon leaned down to capture Frank’s mouth in a kiss, swallowing the tiny gasps Frank was making.
The two lay back, sweat clinging to their skin and making the sheets stick uncomfortably to their legs. Frank stripped out of his sticky boxers and dropped them on the floor. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head; he enjoyed the sleepy warm feeling still hovering over his body. Spectacular orgasms were definitely one of his favorite ways to start the day.
Brendon stirred, unable to stay still any longer. He climbed out of bed and tugged on his boxers from the previous day; he padded out of the room leaving Frank dozing in bed. He returned a few minutes later carrying two glasses of orange juice and a box of pop tarts under his arm.
“Pop tarts and juice, breakfast of champions.” He handed a glass to Frank and leapt back onto the bed as smoothly as he could. Frank helped himself to the sugary breakfast treats and laughed when Brendon got crumbs all over his chest and stomach.
**
A week passed, and Brendon and Frank had yet to set a time for their date; both working constantly, too tired to do much but eat and crash after each shift. Finally Frank got tired of waiting and cornered Brendon in the bathroom of his apartment after Brendon had stayed the night.
“This date you promised me, we’re going, I don’t care where but it’s happening.”
Brendon turned to look at Frank, toothbrush hanging from his mouth,
“Okay.” He replied, flecks of toothpaste escaping from his lips. He was using Frank’s toothbrush, again.
“Food and a movie… somewhere with air conditioning. It will be fabulous. Honestly Bren, I usually never sleep with a guy before we’ve at least gone on one date. I have no idea what happened with you.” Frank smiled sheepishly at Brendon taking the toothbrush offered to him, toothpaste already applied.
“I won you over with my irresistible charm and I’m special.”
“Yeah, short bus special.” Frank replied; more toothpaste splattered from his mouth to cover the mirror in tiny white specks.
**
part 3
