Frankie Roberts and Oliver Mellors ~ A Were's home
[Crossposted to frankie_roberts and v_bq_mellors]
Mellors stood stock-still, his eyes, as painful as it was to keep them open, stared at the sparsely covered ground. Scraggly sprouts of green passed for grass - and he was guessing the dandelions were an attempt at flowers? "So this is where you live?" It was Oliver's first visit ever and he was curios. "It's a lovely house."
Frankie gave Mellors a look and shook his head. "Home is where the heart is," he grinned knowing his garden was a disaster. "Weeds and all."
Grinning, Mellors stepped through the gate and looked at the ground, "All depends on the type of weed I guess." Squatting, he ran his fingers through the dirt, looking at what clung to them. "Soil's not bad - could use a little help."
"Good ground," Frankie muttered as he watched Mellors remembering a time when he was young and lived on the land; the child of a farmer. "Old ground."
Looking up from his position, Mellors widened his eyes, "You know the land?" Standing and brushing off the particles, he stepped toward the were, "Why... how?"
"Worked the land," Frankie said as he leaned against the veranda support. "Lived the land."
"You were a gardener... farmer?" That could explain the wonderful scent of loam and earth that always seemed to surround his lover. "Why not now?"
"Lost the farm when I was young," Frankie said sadly remembering the only place he was ever truly happy.
"You could... I have a few dozen acres - not..." Looking down, Mellors weighted his words, wanting to offer Frankie a chance to return to the soil, but not wanting it to sound like charity. "You know how big my place is - I can't tend it all at night." Looking up, his green eyes bright in the heavy darkness, the vampire shrugged, "If you wanted, you could take an acre and do what you wanted."
Frankie was tempted, sorely tempted, but life had made him wary when things seemed to be going well. "Maybe," he shrugged and tilted his head to the small porch. He was tired despite how much he'd slept and needed to rest.
Reading people's minds wasn't a full on talent Mellors had, but he could read Frankie just fine. "Go, sit." Scuffing at the dirt with his toe, he wondered if the Were would mind him coming over to... liven things up a bit. Not giving Frankie much of a chance to move, Oliver placed his hand in the middle of the other's back and gently prodded him along. "Mind if I sit with you?"
"Knock yourself out Vamp," Frankie said trying to hide how sore he was getting. He led them onto the porch and the old sofa where he carefully eased himself down.
"Gotta be in control all the time, all tough and bitchin', don't you?" Sitting back on the old furnishing, Mellors looked at Frankie,his words soft. "You can let go with me Frankie... I won't use it against you."
Frankie's jaw clenched as he thought it through then let his head tip back. "Can't let go cos can't get back," he mumbled but didn't look at Mellors.
"Then don't go 'back' - move forward. Move to me." Tracing his fingers along the back of Frankie's hand, the gamekeeper rubbed up the back of his forearm, feeling the fine hairs tickle his fingers.
Frankie filled his chest with a painful breath and let it out slowly. He turned his face towards Mellors and said quietly, "The other Vamps won't like that."
"Aside from my house guest, when was the last time you saw a vamp near my place?" Frankie's arm fascinated him, the texture, the thin lines of blood running beneath the surface. The tattoos. "I make my offer knowing what can happen... I'm not sure what the Prince of my people can do - or would be willing to do. But I feel Andre..." Mellors winced, knowing what was coming could set the were off. "Andre - Jude's sire - despite what happened between you and him - I don't think he's one for a lot of fighting."
Frankie simply stared at Mellors; he didn't have the energy for much else. "They're your kind," he said wearily. "I'm a furry." His eyes dropped the the fingers moving over his skin. "They can hurt you in mores ways than fighting."
"I don't think you - or your prince would let my 'kind' hurt me." Watching the eyes as they'd dropped, Mellors felt a vulnerability in Frankie, something that was more than rare. "You'd be worth what they could try doing." His fingers moved up the arm, tickling at the crook of elbow, feeling the warm flesh and softly pulsing veins. "Fankie, hasn't anyone ever told you you're worth fighting for?"
That wasn't something Frankie was willing to hear... don't get involved. "More fun to fuck," he said and gave a smile that let Mellors know he wasn't going there, not tonight.
"True... it is." Purring the words as he allowed Frankie his retreat behind the were's wall of protection, Mellors leaned forward. "You up for it or should I do all the work again?" He'd put on a front for this were, let him hold onto what he needed.
The grin was a weary one as Frankie shook his head. "Rain check Vamp?"
Nodding, the kink in his neck letting him know it was a good idea, Oliver sighed. "So show me the inside of your house." It was a bold request, one he'd normally not have made, one bordering on rude, but it was designed to get Frankie inside and hopefully laying down.
It took Frankie a minute to get to his feet. He held the front door open and said, "Mi casa su casa, you are welcome any time Vamp."
"Dangerous words if spoken in haste." Regardless of them, Oliver entered the compact house, his eyes automatically adjusting to the darker interior.
Frankie just smiled and made his way to his bedroom. He eased himself on top of the covers and looked at Mellors. "welcome here too."
Sliding onto the bed with nary a jostle, Oliver fitted his body to Frankie's, "And here? Touching you as well?"
A small chuckle and Frankie nodded, "Touching too."
Mellors stood stock-still, his eyes, as painful as it was to keep them open, stared at the sparsely covered ground. Scraggly sprouts of green passed for grass - and he was guessing the dandelions were an attempt at flowers? "So this is where you live?" It was Oliver's first visit ever and he was curios. "It's a lovely house."
Frankie gave Mellors a look and shook his head. "Home is where the heart is," he grinned knowing his garden was a disaster. "Weeds and all."
Grinning, Mellors stepped through the gate and looked at the ground, "All depends on the type of weed I guess." Squatting, he ran his fingers through the dirt, looking at what clung to them. "Soil's not bad - could use a little help."
"Good ground," Frankie muttered as he watched Mellors remembering a time when he was young and lived on the land; the child of a farmer. "Old ground."
Looking up from his position, Mellors widened his eyes, "You know the land?" Standing and brushing off the particles, he stepped toward the were, "Why... how?"
"Worked the land," Frankie said as he leaned against the veranda support. "Lived the land."
"You were a gardener... farmer?" That could explain the wonderful scent of loam and earth that always seemed to surround his lover. "Why not now?"
"Lost the farm when I was young," Frankie said sadly remembering the only place he was ever truly happy.
"You could... I have a few dozen acres - not..." Looking down, Mellors weighted his words, wanting to offer Frankie a chance to return to the soil, but not wanting it to sound like charity. "You know how big my place is - I can't tend it all at night." Looking up, his green eyes bright in the heavy darkness, the vampire shrugged, "If you wanted, you could take an acre and do what you wanted."
Frankie was tempted, sorely tempted, but life had made him wary when things seemed to be going well. "Maybe," he shrugged and tilted his head to the small porch. He was tired despite how much he'd slept and needed to rest.
Reading people's minds wasn't a full on talent Mellors had, but he could read Frankie just fine. "Go, sit." Scuffing at the dirt with his toe, he wondered if the Were would mind him coming over to... liven things up a bit. Not giving Frankie much of a chance to move, Oliver placed his hand in the middle of the other's back and gently prodded him along. "Mind if I sit with you?"
"Knock yourself out Vamp," Frankie said trying to hide how sore he was getting. He led them onto the porch and the old sofa where he carefully eased himself down.
"Gotta be in control all the time, all tough and bitchin', don't you?" Sitting back on the old furnishing, Mellors looked at Frankie,his words soft. "You can let go with me Frankie... I won't use it against you."
Frankie's jaw clenched as he thought it through then let his head tip back. "Can't let go cos can't get back," he mumbled but didn't look at Mellors.
"Then don't go 'back' - move forward. Move to me." Tracing his fingers along the back of Frankie's hand, the gamekeeper rubbed up the back of his forearm, feeling the fine hairs tickle his fingers.
Frankie filled his chest with a painful breath and let it out slowly. He turned his face towards Mellors and said quietly, "The other Vamps won't like that."
"Aside from my house guest, when was the last time you saw a vamp near my place?" Frankie's arm fascinated him, the texture, the thin lines of blood running beneath the surface. The tattoos. "I make my offer knowing what can happen... I'm not sure what the Prince of my people can do - or would be willing to do. But I feel Andre..." Mellors winced, knowing what was coming could set the were off. "Andre - Jude's sire - despite what happened between you and him - I don't think he's one for a lot of fighting."
Frankie simply stared at Mellors; he didn't have the energy for much else. "They're your kind," he said wearily. "I'm a furry." His eyes dropped the the fingers moving over his skin. "They can hurt you in mores ways than fighting."
"I don't think you - or your prince would let my 'kind' hurt me." Watching the eyes as they'd dropped, Mellors felt a vulnerability in Frankie, something that was more than rare. "You'd be worth what they could try doing." His fingers moved up the arm, tickling at the crook of elbow, feeling the warm flesh and softly pulsing veins. "Fankie, hasn't anyone ever told you you're worth fighting for?"
That wasn't something Frankie was willing to hear... don't get involved. "More fun to fuck," he said and gave a smile that let Mellors know he wasn't going there, not tonight.
"True... it is." Purring the words as he allowed Frankie his retreat behind the were's wall of protection, Mellors leaned forward. "You up for it or should I do all the work again?" He'd put on a front for this were, let him hold onto what he needed.
The grin was a weary one as Frankie shook his head. "Rain check Vamp?"
Nodding, the kink in his neck letting him know it was a good idea, Oliver sighed. "So show me the inside of your house." It was a bold request, one he'd normally not have made, one bordering on rude, but it was designed to get Frankie inside and hopefully laying down.
It took Frankie a minute to get to his feet. He held the front door open and said, "Mi casa su casa, you are welcome any time Vamp."
"Dangerous words if spoken in haste." Regardless of them, Oliver entered the compact house, his eyes automatically adjusting to the darker interior.
Frankie just smiled and made his way to his bedroom. He eased himself on top of the covers and looked at Mellors. "welcome here too."
Sliding onto the bed with nary a jostle, Oliver fitted his body to Frankie's, "And here? Touching you as well?"
A small chuckle and Frankie nodded, "Touching too."