"Can I help you at all?"
Frank hadn't realized that he had been standing for so long in the aisle. It had been about an hour before he finished his shift he had received a text from Ryan who had asked him to pick up milk. That was it, literally all they needed; they had finished the last of the milk in their coffee this morning. He wanted to drink coffee over the weekend after all.
He had genuinely forgotten where he was for at least five minutes. The bright lights, soft music overhead, and the sounds of metal carts were all droned out of his brain when he got into the dairy aisle. He was still reeling from what had happened on Tuesday. He was still cresting his high, riding his tantric wave and in his gut, he felt like there was some sort of change that was happening in his relationship.
Ryan had been different. Ryan had mixed it up to the point that Frank hadn't been able to wipe the nearly-permanent grin from his face. Ryan had been so adventurous and chose to go in the complete opposite direction of what they usually did. As much as Frank loved sex, he had to admit that he found it dull to always be on top. It was always him on top, always on his side of the bed, always doing all of the work for the two of them. He didn't mind too much; sex was sex either way.
He had been on the highest hope since Tuesday, he had been so hopeful all week that there would be a definite change. It had gotten so bad that Frank had completely lost himself in the middle of the aisle when he saw something. He stopped and did a small backtrack, milk in one hand. He stared at the small row of tinned dairy and wondered if he should actually get it. Frank liked to think of himself as a pretty adventurous kind of guy with a head full of thoughts. They were only ideas and had remained that way for so long because he knew that Ryan would find his suggestions horrifying and perverted, but still. Maybe Ryan was trying to put a spark back into their relationship.
Frank didn't even realize that he had been standing long enough for his knees to feel stiff from the lack of movement. It was the whipped cream that had caught his attention. The idea had hit him so suddenly that he had almost felt a twinge of whiplash. The potential for Ryan to be into this was slight but definitely not impossible. Spicing up their sex life with something new, that's for sure. Food and sex. It had evolved into a monstrosity of absolute genius in Frank's brain. Then he had been thrown from the tracks by a sudden female voice asking him if he needed help.
"Uh," Frank stuttered out, trying not to blush because his mind was awash with impure thoughts about which no one else needed to know. He blinked at her, wondering what the fuck he was going to say.
"Sir?"
"I-I think I'm good."
The assistant asked, "You sure?"
"I'm good, dude, honestly." Frank smiled nervously at the assistant, ignoring the way she was watching him, chewing gum with hair scraped back into a bun, purple lipstick smiling at him. Her smile made him more nervous as he reached out and grabbed a can. He stuffed it under his arm, trying to hide the blush that had formed on his face before he walked off. He was thankful that no one could read his mind. It wasn't so obvious at least, it wasn't like he had picked up a box of condoms or anything.
He got back into his car, putting the items in his shoulder bag on the passenger seat. Frank wondered how he could bring it up to Ryan as he started the car, pulling out of the parking space before driving off. He knew that he couldn't just surprise Ryan with it. Ryan wasn't one for surprises, even though this was going to be a surprise no matter how Frank approached it. It hadn't been discussed. It wasn't exactly like Ryan had texted him earlier, saying "Buy some whipped cream so you can eat it off my body." A little less vanilla. That was what Frank was hoping for.
It was terrifying and riveting at the same time and he felt like he was going to pee a little bit. If Ryan was broadening his horizons with sex, then maybe he would be okay with it. That was what Frank kept telling himself, even as he pulled the car up into their driveway. He exhaled, killing the engine and wished himself luck because he didn't know how it would end but a little luck never hurt anyone.
"Hey babe," Frank called out as he entered the house, dropping his keys into the bowl before he shut the door behind him, "I'm home."
"Hi!" Ryan sang out from the kitchen, or so Frank assumed from the direction of Ryan's melodic voice. He turned and wandered into the kitchen, he looked to see Ryan standing there by the counter with a smile on his face. Frank smiled back at Ryan while he dropped his small shoulder bag on the table. He went over to kiss Ryan on the cheek, "You took your time."
Frank frowned at the comment, "What do you mean?"
"Thought you would have been back sooner," Ryan commented, shrugging, "It's already past six."
"So?" Frank shrugged as well, "It was Friday and there were queues."
"Okay." Ryan nodded, clearly believing Frank's tiny lie. He watched Frank for a moment as Frank opened the door, putting it in the fridge while his other hand held tightly onto his bag, concealing what was still in there, "Good day at work?"
"Yeah." Frank breathed out his answer, uncaring about work. His mind was on one track and that track definitely didn't involve talking about work, "S'good day, dude."
"Good." Ryan smiled happily and Frank eyed his partner, seeing the brown eyes he loved so much were practically sparkling with glee, "Glad you had a good day."
Frank could sense that something was going on with Ryan. He quirked an eyebrow at him, trying to figure out why he seemed in such a chirpy mood, "What?"
"What?" Ryan mimicked, still smirking, folding his arms across his chest, leaning back against the counter with one skinny ankle crossed over the other in a lazy fashion.
"You just look..." Frank started, trying to find the right words in his head to say to Ryan, try and work him out, but he couldn't find the right words. Frank brushed it aside for a moment, hand still holding onto his bag which he was attempting to hide by his side, changing the subject, "It doesn't matter. I, uh, I got something from the store..."
"Oh?" Ryan said curiously, eyes dropping to the leather shoulder bag, "What did you get? We didn't need anything else."
"I know," Frank said, feeling himself getting nervous, "I've got something to show you that... I thought we could do..."
"Hang on." Ryan stopped Frank midway through, "I was going to tell you later, but I can't wait any longer. I'm sorry." Ryan was clearly excited, Frank could tell. It wasn't like Ryan to interrupt, so he just nodded at his boyfriend, giving him the go-ahead to say his piece first.
"What's up?"
"So, I spoke to Brendon today," Ryan started, practically smiling from ear to ear while he carried on, "I told him what you told me. He then went and passed it on and... Frank, sweetheart, I got you an interview."
"Dude, are you serious?" Frank stuttered out in disbelief, his eyes widening. He had struggled at work trying to think of anyone at all that would actually be willing to spend a short amount of time talking to him. Frank had hoped that he wasn't going to fail.
"Yeah." Ryan nodded quickly, "So, I got you an interview with Gerard Way. He's gonna let Brendon know when he's free and then he will let me know and then... Yeah, you go and do your thing with him."
"That's fantastic!" Frank beamed, his brain not quite having the information sink in yet. He was way too preoccupied, "So uh... My thing."
"Yes?"
"I got something at the store..." Frank repeated, pulling his bag into view, digging his hand in shakily. He pulled a can of whipped cream out for his lover, holding it and showing it to Ryan. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to say how he wanted to use it; Ryan should have pegged what he wanted to do with it, especially with the way Frank was eyeing him up.
But of course, Ryan didn't get it. He was looking at the can and looking at Frank over and over again with both brows furrowed. He put his hands on his hips as he leaned in to read the Cool Whip label. He bit his lip and Frank could tell he was clearly trying to figure it out, "So like... Are we making a dessert or something?"
"I guess you could call it that, yeah." Frank chuckled, knowing that Ryan hadn't got it straight away. It didn't help that with the way Frank's head was right now, he would have happily have had dessert before his dinner.
"But," Ryan stopped for a second, shifting his weight as he straightened up away from the tin, "We haven't even had dinner yet. I was planning on making that stir-fry we had last month with the chilies and the-"
"Let's skip dinner." Frank offered, taking a step closer to Ryan, hoping that he was getting the gist of what he was saying.
Ryan looked like he wanted to protest but Frank stopped him with a hand on his hip, pushing him against the counter as lips locked and Frank kissed him. He sighed into the kiss, setting the can down on the counter so he had another free hand. He deepened the kiss, his free hand getting into Ryan's curly hair. Frank pressed himself against Ryan, groaning into the kiss when Ryan softened up a little bit. One hand rested on Frank's arm, the other gripping the counter against which he was leaning. Ryan's breathing faltered when Frank rubbed up against him, caressing in just the right way that he knew would make Ryan melt. This was a first. Unscheduled sex. This really hadn't happened in God knows how long, but Ryan seemed up for it. His teeth grazed Frank's bottom lip and Frank felt like this was actually about to happen.
Fuck going upstairs; here would do just as good if not better. It meant that it wouldn't be the same regimented sex that would always happen on Frank's side of the bed. But Ryan pushed Frank away for a second, catching his breath back as he panted, flushed from the impromptu moment of passion that Frank had started. His hand rested on Frank's chest, holding him back despite his fingers gripping Frank's shirt. Ryan said two words that made Frank feel like he was internally collapsing.
"Not yet."
"Dude, really?" Frank asked with a sudden surge of annoyance, wondering why the fuck Ryan had just gone with it in the first place. He had just brushed Frank away, moving from where Frank had had him pinned, going about his business like he hadn't just been a complete dick-tease, "Are you being serious? Not yet?"
"I haven't done the dishes yet," Ryan commented, making Frank internally groan, "We haven't even had dinner yet-"
"So? Mix it up a little."
"But I have stuff to do before we do anything like that." Ryan pointed out, his back to Frank as he continued slicing a red pepper.
"Fine." Frank threw his hands up in the air, "Just, whatever. Do what you've gotta do."
"That's not me saying 'no'," Ryan looked at Frank over his shoulder with a glint in his eye, "Just... Later."
"Really?" Frank stuttered out, surprised. Unscheduled sex was usually a 'no' for Ryan, but he nodded at Frank. The small tug to his lips made Frank's pissed off, hard-up mood just wash away like water on Teflon. Later could not come sooner. He knew it wouldn't be long until Ryan said that he was ready to go to bed, but until then, Frank just waited as patiently as possible. There was a part of him still hoping that Ryan would be up for the one thing that he had ended up putting away, waiting until later to try again with it.