Hold Me Down

His hands lost themselves in my hair as he pressed his body flush against my own; my arms wrapping themselves around his petite waist. His lips brutally attacking my own; I could feel the hunger he had for me in this kiss—it was intense. We broke apart abruptly when we heard the door open and saw Tucker standing there.

He just raised his eyebrow before smirking at us.

“And you have the nerve to say I’m just hormonal?”

He cracked the same cheeky grin that Frank uses sometimes before hugging us both.

“I’m going to go find Annie; I can’t believe I just left her out there like that! She’s going to kill me!”

As soon as his back disappeared around the corner I felt lips on the side of my neck. My arms instinctively wrapped themselves back around Frank’s waist and pulled him closer. I tilted my head just enough to give him more access as I heard the opening to the set on stage.

I couldn’t process anything except the fact that Frank was right here, right now and he was touching me, kissing me—he wanted me. There was an unimaginable about of lust that filled each touch, caress, kiss, breath even—it had been three months since we had even laid eyes on each other.

He finally pulled away from my neck, a mark will show up later I’m sure of it, and looked into my eyes. I could’ve melted right then and there with what I saw looking back at me. He brought his right hand up and caressed my cheek gently as he maintained eye-contact.

“I’ve missed you so much Mikes…so much.”

He leant forward and placed a small kiss on my lips. We just stood there, our foreheads resting against the others’ and staring into each others’ eyes. Wanting to give in to the raging hormonal lust that has been pent up for so long—we knew better though. Especially in some small venue such as this—who knows what’s on the available surfaces?

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Arriving back home, after showering and changing into my pajamas, I lay in bed. My mind residing on the one of the two things I live for—Frank. I let my mind wander back to way his lips felt against my own after so long, even just the brief touch of his hand. I grabbed his pillow and pulled it close—much like I’ve done every night since the first night he left.

His smell is slowly fading—he’s been gone for too long. I could hear the low murmurs of Tucker and Annie as they discussed their night in the living room, on separate couches of course—or at least that’s how I left them and will find them in the morning. I began to fidget once again with the small band that lay on my finger, a distant memory coming to mind.

Soft, pink lips found the spot just behind my ear as I arched into his chest that hovered over my thin frame. My hands found their way into his hair, gently tugging as his teeth gently grazed my skin.

A calloused hand made its way down my chest, rubbing me just the right way as it made its way to my belt buckle. Venturing just a bit further and rubbing me through my jeans. My hips thrust upwards into his hand as I felt him smirk against my collar bone.

Picking up his pace in rubbing me through my jeans I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. My breathing already labored took a sharp break once I felt his own excitement brush against my own.

Moments, minutes, seconds later, I couldn’t tell you—jeans were removed and now we lay torso to torso, hip to hip as he ground roughly into me. My fingers once again lost themselves in his unruly hair, pulling his head up to capture his mouth with my own.

Gently sucking his bottom lip into my mouth I began to suck as his hand ventured down to my belly button. He rubbed gentle circles on my hips as he let out a strangled moan as I gently bit his lip.

I continued to suck on his bottom lip as his hand ventured below the band of my boxers. Gently cupping me and then slowly palming me before wrapping his fingers around my length and gently pumping me as his mouth remained attached to my left shoulder.

Gently nips here and there as he pumped me, causing me to writhe beneath him—his goal I’d later learn. I grabbed the back of his head, yanking it so I could attack his mouth once again.

My tongue forcing its way into his mouth, roughly dancing together as I let out strangled moans as I felt his thumb brush my tip. I couldn’t resist not touching him so I pulled his hand from myself as I pushed him roughly so I was straddling his waist.

I gently rotated my hips as I glanced down at him—I saw nothing but lust. I leant down, creating my own mark on his delicate skin. His fingertips gently clawing at my back as he thrust upwards, meeting my own downward thrusts, causing amazing friction between us.

I slowly made my way down his chest, leaving kisses and small bites along the way before I made it to just above his boxers. I moved so I could remove his article of clothing then my own. The sight of him alone almost sent me over the edge.

I leant over him, reaching into my nightstand and pulling out that small bottle of lube. He grinned up at me as I brought it closer to me as I sat back on my heels. I opened the bottle, taking out just enough for what I was about to do.

I began to slowly and teasingly apply it to his member. I watched as he gripped the bed sheets, eyes rolling back into his head. He was controlling himself—that much was apparent.

Once I was done prepping his member and without warning I moved quickly and lowered myself on him. The sudden intrusion on my part was slightly painful but the look on his face was worth it. Red cheeks, wide eyes, open mouth and chest heaving for breath—it was beautiful.

I slowly moved myself into a comfortable and steady rhythm as his hands gripped roughly onto my hips, moving me along as well. I threw my head back once I landed just right and let out a growl of intense pleasure.

I could feel myself beginning to leak; bringing my head up once again I glanced down at him, eyes closed as his hips bucked up into my own. I watched as one of his hands reached towards my leaking member, I swatted him away—his eyes shot open.

I smirked down at him and placed his hands back on my hips as I took myself into my own hands. Using both of my hands to pump and tease my tip wile I rode the withering body beneath me was overly satisfying. I watched as his eyes danced between my eyes and my hands.

I knew I was close and the look in his eyes told me he was too. I felt his grip tighten as he grunted with one more deep upward thrust I felt him explode inside of me. Letting out a strangled moan I let myself go over his torso.

Riding out our orgasms, slowly bringing my arms out to balance and brace myself above him I couldn’t help but grin.