Author's Note: This is an old work of mine, a couple that I grew to love deeply. A crackship my good friend, @daytonsferrari had a hand in creating. A beautiful mix of angst and sexy, feelings and intimacy, Ransom and Frank hold a special place in my heart. I'm posting old work to introduce people to it, and while I know it's hard to read about characters that you're not familiar with. I hope you give it a try. There's really no fandom for this, a crackship based on some roleplay and silly little ideas thought up between friends, but I think it's Frank and Random are a beautiful couple with the angst that we all need sometimes. I hope if you take the chance on the fic, that you like it. Drop me an ask or a message and lets chat. Happy reading.
Characters: Ransom Drysdale x Frank
Movies: Knives Out and Endings Beginnings
Rating: E, 18+ Only, this fic contains smut
Warnings / Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Smut, Hand Jobs, mentions of later intercourse, Smoking, Cigarette Smoking, drinking of whiskey, Alcohol
There’s a smell of nostalgia filling the air in the form of cigarette smoke. The harsh burning smell infiltrating the clean air around them, as the smoke floats up, curling it’s way away from the bright tip of the cigarette, fading away into the dark of the night, almost as if it was never there in the first place. Another drag is pulled from the cigarette before fingers close around it and pull it away from pink lips, a slight cough and remnants of smoke slipping from the lips along with a heavy sigh. Frank makes a soft noise as he turns his head, looking over at Ransom, sitting next to him on the hood of the car and taking a swig of the whiskey they had brought in the flask they seemed to always have with them.
They had been sitting on the hood of Frank’s beat up car for a while now, silence stretching around them for hours. The only sounds were the occasional bugs that came out at night, the flick of a lighter, and the swallow of whiskey. They hadn’t spoken, not since they got out of the car, because how could they say all of the words that they didn’t know how to say, that they wanted to say but couldn’t quite put into words? Knowing that this was the last night they had together for however long didn’t help, it just gave them a deadline that was quickly approaching that neither of them wanted to face.
“Will you miss me at all?” Frank breaks the silence when it becomes too much, when it feels more like it was strangling him instead of peaceful. He needs to know. He needs to know if Ransom was going to miss him as much as he was going to miss Ransom. Frank might not have a care in the world, he might live his life from one adventure to the next, but the one constant he had in his life had always been Ransom. Ransom had always meant something to him, so it wasn’t easy to leave him behind like this - even if Ransom thought it was.
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