(A/n)
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A soft sigh escapes my lips as I lean over the railing of the back porch. The soft afternoon breeze bends the blades of grass that extend themselves almost for as long as we can see to the sides from time to time, creating a soft sound when going through the leaves of the trees that's easily cut off when an animal grunts, neighs or something, even when a bucket is tossed away or the workers' boots meet the ground.
"Looking good, right?" Gerard leans against the railing as well, next to me, his voice a little muffled with how the cigarette hangs from the corner of his lips.
"With the amount of the races we've been winning, I'm not admired!" I smile wide, thinking back to when we had to instead rent a place in a stable to keep the horses a little longer than a couple of years ago.
He only hums faintly, taking a long drag from his cigarette. "Gonna stay, now?"
"At least for a month." I nod, stifling a laugh at how one of the workers struggles with the chickens, flinching and trying to step away despite the thick boots and jeans. "Gotta chill for a bit, right? And I want you to check if everything I brought is okay."
"Sure, it will be good." Gerard inhales, sounding like he's going to say something just to interrupt himself halfway with a breathy chuckle and I follow his gaze to the black horse being guided up the grazing. "Look at what I just got. Frank!" He calls with a raised hand, making Frank show up from behind the horse to glance back, pressing his lips together as he turns around. "This is Jetset." Carefully, he reaches his hand to pat on the side of the horse's neck, making the animal nod a little and huff.
"Oh, wow!" I raise my eyebrows and lean back to take a good look at the horse. "Black Thoroughbred?"
"Genuine," Frank hums as Gerard agrees silently. "Already started being trained." I raise an eyebrow, humming with a slow nod as I glance back at Jetset, reaching to pat the space between its eyes, receiving a quiet huff in response.
"How's Venom doing, by the way?" I look around for the other horse, but only catch a glimpse of an old appaloosa being taken to the grazing.
"Oh, she's—"
"Gerard?" Mikey calls from inside the house, not even sounding like he's anywhere close. "Can you come here and help us?" He grumbles incoherently, followed by the muffled sound of something hitting the ground and Gerard furrows his eyebrows with a sharp sigh.
"Frank, why don't you show (y/n) around? I will be back later, I hope. If not, at dinner." Gerard clicks his tongue, taking a last drag of the cig and tapping the ashes away. "Fucking Mikey," he mumbles, continuing his curses on his way to inside the house, compelling me to chuckle a little as I turn back to Frank.
"So, Frankie, how have you been?" I walk down the wooden stairs, joining him before we start walking up the path to the grazing again. A grin tugs on my lips at how he rolls his eyes a little.
"Good, good." Frank nods, tugging a little at the reins once Jetset starts to bend down to eat. "Working a lot as always."
"Only working?" I raise an eyebrow.
"You know me." He shrugs a little, but sighs as we come to a stop near the creek and finally lets go of the reins after adjusting them a little, finally letting Jetset free. "What about you, though? 'Heard you were dealing with business down the capital."
I nod, observing Jetset take a few steps away. "Yeah, had to deal with the money and Gerard had asked for more grains, hay, that stuff. It wasn't so fun, I prefer being with you guys to be honest." I shrug a little and sigh as I look back to Frank, and he's already looking at me. "Is that a new tattoo on your neck I see?"
A smile tugs on Frank's lips and he nods, taking off one of his thick mud-stained gloves to pull down the collar of his black shirt along with the flannel shirt's one to show the new inking work decorating the skin. I step closer to take a better look at it, letting my thumb run around the healing area.
"Yeah," I mumble, "does suit you. Looks very nice." I tap his hand a little before pulling away, though still standing close. "Look, that reminds me I brought something for you. I thought you'd like it."
Shoving my hand in my coat's pocket, I pull out a small red fabric bag and hand it to Frank—he raises an eyebrow, but takes it after removing his other glove and tucking both under his arm. He furrows his eyebrows, struggling a little to tug on the thin golden strings until the knot comes undone and he is able to pull it open. His expression softens as he brings the chain to his hand, quietly observing the same 'evil' anchor that's tattooed behind his ear.
"Fuck, where did you find this?" He doesn't tear his eyes away from the chain, bringing it close to try to get it around his neck.
"Custom." I step behind him, replacing his hands with mine and successfully clasping it behind his neck, adjusting his collar again a little again. "So? You like it?" The silver pendant reflects the sunlight before Frank bends his head a little, casting shadow over it—I look over his shoulder with a hand on his upper back to see the chain.
"What makes you think I wouldn't like it? I fucking love it." He chuckles, a grin stretching across his face. "Thank you a lot!" Even if it sounds like he's going to say something else, nothing comes as he looks at me, remaining silent even after I raise an eyebrow, nodding lightly; he exhales, breath fanning over the lower half of my face. "Well, I'll think about a way to make up for you."
"Sure." I roll my eyes a little, helplessly chuckling. "No need to, though."
Frank soon needs to take Jetset back to the stable, so I go along with him, having the opportunity not only to see Venom again, but also find Fear and Regret in the last stalls, grinning at the sight of both the stained black white coat horses.
"Hey, girls, how are you doing?" I reach for Regret first, her ears pointing back as she leans into my hand while I pull some of the mane strands back and run my hand up and down the bridge of her nose a couple of times. Fear on the other hand, isn't as friendly, but still snorts softly when I stand in front of her stall, observing her munch on the hay—she isn't so thin anymore.
"C'mon," Frank pulls me away from my thoughts with an ungloved hand over my shoulder. "We gotta go to the barn now."
"Yeah," I sigh, watching the horses for a moment longer, and follow Frank to the barn instead, squinting my eyes for the short time that we walk under the sun. He walks down the place, grabbing and returning a few stuff he needs, so I just turn around to watch the farm again, making sure I continue in the shadow. He seems to finish dealing with all the stuff when he grabs a bottle of water to clean his hands, throwing the water on his hands and rubbing them together as the water hits the ground, but he quickly disappears inside the barn again.
"So, tired from the trip?" Frank is suddenly over my shoulder, looking outside as well as he rests a hand on my hip.
"Not really." I shake my head with a sigh. "Coming back wasn't as bad as going to Trenton was."
Frank hums, breath tickling the side of my neck lightly, and his hands trail up my back and down to my waist. "But you do seem a little tense, hm?" His hands tighten around my waist for a moment.
"Oh, really?" I suppress a smile as I turn my head a little, just enough to face him. "Why the interest? I hope you're up to helping." The smile that I suppressed now stretches itself across Frank's face instead, only to be erased when I press my lips to his, just pulling away so I can turn around before he is kissing me again, making me bend back a little.
"Of course." Frank's hands trail down my back until they're actually cupping my ass, fingers sinking into the skin through my jeans—so fucking good—to pull me closer to him, hence I have no other choice than to wrap my arms around his neck. His tongue traces my bottom lip, but I keep my lips closed until able to get his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling down and sucking on it; Frank eventually pulls away with a gasp. He exhales softly to force his breath to catch up—something I'm not able to do—and lets his lips graze mine. "I could fuck you right here," he groans.
My cheeks heat up with it, but like hell I'll lose the opportunity. "Then do it." A grin tugs on my lips as I bring a hand to hold onto his jaw and pull him closer, pressing a kiss to the side of his face. "Take me right here."
Frank's breath catches in his throat and he mumbles something inaudible, looking around for a second just to take me with him to the secluded, quieter area among the hay bales, where I'm immediately pressed to the wall. I gasp softly into Frank's mouth, clutching onto his shirt, but his hands go for my belt this time, so I hold onto him a little to kick off my boots.
"'M gonna fuck you so good," he groans into my ear, fingers hooking around the waistband of my jeans, and all I can do is moan whilst pressing my thighs together.
"Please do." I bury my face in his shoulder, feeling the pants being tugged down—will he take forever to take them off? "Frank."
"Fuck," he curses quietly, tugging the pants down my thighs just enough for me to kick them off with a sigh—finally—, but pause at how his eyes linger around my lower body for a little too long. "Pretty." His hands squeeze my thighs softly, rubbing them as he slowly crouches down, setting himself down on one knee before he starts to undress me from my underwear this time, setting it over my pants with an unnecessary carefulness. Only the way he looks up at me is enough to make something stir in my lower stomach—has he ever been that hot?
Frank's hand carefully hooks under my knee to bring my leg up a little as he also holds onto my hip for support, eyes sometimes meeting mine from under his thick lashes, just turning it hotter as he kisses along the inside of my thigh, stubble scratching the sensitive skin, but then he leans in... My thighs quiver with how his breath fans between my legs and his tongue traces my lips before finally slipping between them.
My hands immediately fly to his hair and his free shoulder, holding tightly onto him because of how my knees threaten to give up with the way his tongue traces my clit, the warm and wet rough surface running flat against it in a way I forget how to breathe for a moment.
"That's so good," I moan, tangling my fingers with the hair in the back of his head to pull him closer, and... Fuck. My thighs quiver once he moans, once the vibrations of it send pleasure running up my spine, and he fucking does it again at the same time his fingers sink into my bare thigh. "Mmph... Frank," I gasp softly, regretting a little how I arch my back—the wall digs into my shoulder blades so bad—, but it doesn't even matter, not with how Frank's tongue lingers over my entrance when he opens his mouth against me just to close his lips around my clit to suck on it, still letting his tongue run against it. I don't think I can hold my moans back anymore, though the possibility of someone walking in and hearing us is enough to have me pressing my hips harder against Frank's face.
The hand around my hip is gone, quickly explained by the pressure against my entrance that's followed by the familiar burning and discomfort as one of his fingers pushes in, continuing there for a few seconds until replaced by a nice feeling that sums up to how he continues sucking on my clit.
"F-Frank!" I tug on his hair a little, in a way Frank gasps and his lips fall out of contact with my clit with a wet sound, replaced by gentle licks around the nub that are still enough to make me moan, struggling even more to keep in the sounds as he adds a second finger. His eyes meet mine when I look down at him, with that same serious expression he has whenever focused on something, whilst his fingers scissor me, almost sending me to the ground once they curl up inside me if it weren't for being held up by him, even more with how he presses down, starting to suck again, then... it's all gone. A soft sound pushes its way through my throat at the empty feeling left behind, and I would be cursing at Frank if I weren't pressing my thighs together, seeking for some sort of friction, but it all feels like nothing after what Frank did.
"Damn, baby," Frank breathes once he is up to his feet again, looking at me through half lidded eyes, pupils reducing his green-ish irises to thin rings around them—something not only about it but also how around his mouth and down his chin are all wet compels me to wrap my arms around him to tug him close once again. "You taste so good." He closes the gap between us by pulling me by my hips and his lips meet mine in a sloppy kiss, letting our lips slide easily against each other at the same time the sour salty taste of myself fills my mouth. "I hope you're ready." His hands leave my hips, fumbling with his belt and undoing his jeans. "I'll always stop if you ask me to, okay?"
"Same for you." I peck his lips, receiving a small smile in response.
"Right..." Frank pecks my lips in return and exhales softly as his hands meet the back of my thighs. With a shared look and a nod, I firm my arms around his shoulders to jump, quickly held in place from under my thighs and yet again pressed back to the wall. Is he really holding me up that easily? My cheeks burn as I adjust my arms around his neck to press my lips to his again, sighing softly with it.
Frank shifts a little, one of his arms holding me tighter before his cock is pressing between my folds, compelling me to hum as he pokes against my entrance and slowly pushes in. I deepen the kiss with a groan and pull my lips away from his to bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling shakily whilst feeling him push in deeper until his thighs meet my ass—holy fuck.
Frank starts moving, experimentally and shifting, almost hesitant, gaining confidence when a particular thrusts feels just right, making a louder moan helplessly slip past my lips at the same time he gasps, and it instantly compels Frank to turn his pace harsher.
"If I knew you felt so good, I would've fucked you before, damn," Frank groans into my ear, followed by a moan—fuck, he sounds so, so hot, and fucking same. His fingers sink into my thighs so he can bring them up, kind of pressing them to my torso and I'm almost breathless already at how he just touches all the right spots at the same time he has me in such a constricted position.
"Not gonna lie that I had been really close to doing it before." His nose runs along the shell of my ear and a particular thrust makes me arch my back, which seems to be exactly what he wants given how his lips immediately attach to my neck, closing around the skin to suck and nibble on it, starting from a spot under my jaw to reaching the base of my neck, always letting his tongue work over the abused skin soothingly. "Fuck," he moans against the crook of my neck, his stubble tickling at the skin a little, which would feel terrible if it weren't actually good.
Frank's name sounds almost unrecognizable as it leaves my lips among moans, but I'm simply unable to hold them back as I tangle my fingers with the hair strands on the back of his neck again to press him closer, making him moan again. This is so—
"...yeah, right!" A voice says from the entrance to the barn, cutting through the heavy atmosphere and making it instantly shrink, as if reminding us the rest of the world didn't magically disappear because we started fucking. Someone else says something incoherent, more distant. "No, I'll just grab the ropes and we can head there," the one inside the barn says, continuing to talk, but their words just drown out into the background as Frank's hips move again, making me gasp softly.
"Shhh..." Frank's eyes meet mine, holding a steady gaze as he continues moving, with slower—but just as harsh—motions.
Part of it may be psychological, just my mind playing tricks with me since there's someone just there behind the pile of hay bales—fuck, all they need to do is take a step towards the last shelves—, because there's no way it would be normally this difficult to hold back moans. The most Frank does is to exhale slowly through his mouth or have his breath hitch whenever I clench around him or tug on his hair. Fucking unfair.
While Frank continues with his slow and heavy thrusts, it seems like whoever is out there takes fucking forever to get the ropes or whatever they are supposed to, pacing around like a fucking crazy, stupid, idiot—
I bite on my lip to hold back a moan, almost uselessly, pressing my eyes shut, but— Damn, every choice I make seems to be the worst possible, given how Frank's touches only grow more intense with my eyes closed, hence I throw my head back as if squirming would make it up for the moans I can't let out. It doesn't, and I wish the risk of being caught didn't feel so... Well, didn't feel like this, having the arousal pool down in my lower stomach faster.
"What'd they think of you if you were caught being fucked like this?" Frank asks in my ear, voice breathy and quiet. Fuck his self control. "So dirty, (y/n). Getting fucked hard in the barn, against the wall. Don't you even have the decency to find another place or something? Are you that needy that you needed to be fucked right now and here?" The way he finishes each of his sentences with a harsher thrust as if to reinforce his words—words that don't help already—is just impossible to handle. Does he want to get caught?
The metallic taste of blood threatens to fill my mouth before I finally let go of my lip, letting out a shaky moan that's most likely the loudest so far, but it seems to be also Frank's cue to let go of the slow pace to fuck me properly, having his sounds muffled against my shoulder as I give up on holding back my moans.
"Fuck it," Frank says and I don't really understand what he means until he tells me to hold onto him tightly and I'm on the wooden ground this time. Frank is between my legs, observing with these hungry eyes and urgency while he presses one of my thighs up against myself once more so he can push in again, moaning freely this time at the same time I gasp, arching my back with the new position and how his thumb presses against my clit.
"F-Frank," I let out a particularly high-pitched moan, but it's pretty much like nothing given how Frank continues looking down to where our bodies meet with the same expression, having his eyebrows furrowed at the same time his mouth hangs open a little, sometimes stretching perfectly around a moan. The pendant of the chain I gave him swings with his motions, sometimes meeting his chest, mesmerizingly, and as much as I want to continue observing him, I'm compelled to stop once a particular thrust makes me arch my back. Frank's grip tightens around my leg at the same time his thrusts grow faster, his thumb working faster on my clit, and I just—
"Fuck!" I clench my hands around nothing as my release hits me, sending the pleasure running up my spine and down my legs again, leaving behind the nice throbbing between my legs that makes me want to clench my thighs around Frank and hold him close until the feeling wears out—which isn't so quickly.
The ground digs into my back, but the pain just becomes relevant according to how I come down from my high, gasping and groaning at the empty feeling of Frank having pulled away, explained as he lets out a particularly loud moan, cursing under his breath.
Wait— "Frank! Wasn't there someone—"
"They left before you got loud again," he chuckles—or tries to, breathlessly. Oh, right, not bad. A quiet hum escapes my lips in response as I hear a little of shuffling, but decide to still enjoy the lingering nice feeling sparkling down my body. "You're so hot, damn," Frank breathes, his hands pressed to my thighs to run up and down the skin, which shouldn't feel as soothing as it is.
"Yeah?" I grin stupidly as I finally look down from the ceiling to meet his gaze. His hair is all messy, some strands gluing to his forehead with the sweat, but he continues in all his glory. He also smiles, sighing softly, and leans in to give me a short and sweet kiss.
"Yeah." He pecks my lips. "And I hope you let me take you to a bedroom the next time."
Next time. Something stirs in my stomach. "Of fucking course."
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