Frank strode past him smiling. He couldn't believe George had actually called him. Dressing up in his nicest corset, he had rushed, anxious to hear what the boy had to say.
"Well...I did need to go retrieve something of mine from his apartment and well..." At this point Frank lifted the hair that had be concealing the cut and bruise. "Let's just say things didn't end well."
George winced, "I have some cream that will make that practically disappear, " he murmered standing up, "I'll be right back." he said with a wink over his sholder as he headed for the bathroom.
Frank was vaguely confused by George's change in manner, but wasn't about to question it. He waited for George's return and wondered what this whole thing was about anyway.
Seeing George hesitate for just a fraction of a second, Frank threw caution to the wind. He didn't know why George called him, but he knew what he wanted. He grabbed the front of George's shirt and pulled him in for a soft kiss.
He knew he was probably fucking things up, but he needed this. Needed to know if there was a chance.
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Ok, so he was nervous.
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"You are ridiculous." he said fondly as he closed the door.
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As if he were one to talk.
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He tilted his head and smiled, "I trust that hasn't happened again?"
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"It might sting for a moment, but then you won't feel it at all." he said as he carefully applied the cream.
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He was also trying not to swoon at George's nearness.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
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He knew he was probably fucking things up, but he needed this. Needed to know if there was a chance.
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He wrapped his arms around Frank holding him close and he sat down on his lap, straddling him like he would a chair.
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But he definitely wrapped his arms around George so he couldn't escape.
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