Frank Sinatra

Nice 'n Easy does it

[francisalberts]

continued from ask (@fitzwalterclarance-blog​)

forever. forever was a long time and yet here he was, turning up after what had been months without interaction - without showing his face to the other. life had been chaotic to say the least, and busy. not that frank minded - no, not at all - in fact he liked to keep busy, it kept him away from his thoughts that could haunt him in the night and drag him under the waves of depression and suicidal thoughts.

he still looked the same, if not a bit older. life did that to a man who had lived through many experiences - the good, the bad, and the ugly. but fitz? fitz was still in his prime. he might have looked slightly different, but his demeanor showed he was still the naive, innocent man he’d known for a long time. the young man frank had tricked into taking his money so he could make the bar his own, and the young man he had guided so that he wouldn’t become some kind of bum on the streets of vegas.

“kid, you don’t look like you’ve changed one bit-” a grin on his face, almost matching the others. white, pearly teeth showing themselves as he seemed to raise that natural cigarette - practically an extension of his arm - to settle between his lips. his bright blue - electrifying eyes - the most distinctive feature, if not for the scar on his cheek, looking at fitz as if they were the only two in the room. “i’ve missed you, kiddo. i’m doin’ dandy now that i’ve stumbled upon you. i was hoping you’d be workin’ t’day.”

[francisalberts]

I'm back, bitches

[ladybegood]

Frank Sinatra in Spain, 1950

[avasgal]

Frank Sinatra and Ava Gardner walk from the beach at Lake Victoria toward the village of Bokoba during the shooting of Mogambo (1953)

[francisalbertsinatra]

Frank Sinatra and friend, late 1940s

[ladybegood]

Frank Sinatra on the set of Von Ryan’s Express (1965)

[like-a-dame-fitz]

"Fitz, quit talkin' to t'fella like that. You're goin' get'cha self in trouble, 'n I ain't gonna be able to get'cha out of it this time." He muttered under his breath, feeling agitated as he saw the interactions Fitz was having with some of the big names in the Italian Mafia. Frank was good pals with these fellas, but if they asked him to whack Fitz, or they took a displeasure to the younger man...well, there wasn't much Frank would be able to do to help him.

Fitz had been setting up the second location for his popular bar. He had moved out to New York for this and to be with Frank. He got the permits, the location but when it came to buying the booze he hit a brick wall. The mafia controlled it all. He wasn’t prude about buying the drink off of them but the fact was that it tasted awful and he wasn’t going to ruin his reputation on serving vinegar wine and spirits that tasted like a deadly chemical. All he had said to them was to get him better stuff and he would pay more for it but he was just met with aggression and rants that he couldn’t work out due to their thick accents. 

Fitz sighed heavily and cross his arms over his chest as Frank spoke to him “I cant serve that stuff Frank, i just wont do it, It tastes like sewage” he whispered harshly. “His the one yelling at me, I want to pay good money for good booze, they get more money, my drink will be expensive but im not feeding the poor here Frank” he pushed back a curl that escaped down to his forehead. 

[francisalberts]

Frank looked towards Fitz with his bright eyes, knowledgeable that the younger man seemed to realise what was truly happening. Frank couldn’t say he was surprised. The Mafia wanted control over the entire city, and bars and restaurants meant they had the best source of income.

The crooner cleared his throat, ignoring Fitzs mumbling words as he spoke up, “Ain’t you fellas got somewhere t'be now?” Frank asked perhaps too bravely. The room went silent as the men looked towards Frank in part shock that he was daring to ask them to leave. But they couldn’t touch him. Frank was untouchable. Mainly because Frank helped them out in a lot of ways, and they helped Frank out. The relationship was too strong for them to threaten the crooner. The impact of Frank being gone from the planet would be too detrimental for their business.

‘Yeah, we’re leaving Frank.’ They said, nodding their heads in acceptance before they made a swift exit.

Once they did and the room was silent, Frank turned to look at Fitz. A shower of emotions fell over him and he wasn’t sure what one to pick. “Y'fuckin’ idiot, ya could have got yourself killed!” It was anger. Absolute anger in his veins for the moment, mainly for his concern for the younger man. “Why y'gotta fucking talk like that y'bastard?”

[like-a-dame-fitz]

Fitz sat with his head in his hands. Frank was now shouting at him as well as loud sound of panic in his head. He looked up at Frank and frowned. “So you would just let them ruin your bar?” he stood up and faced Frank. “If someone tried to come in and cut your vocal cords, you would let them?” He shouted, his voice still sounding sweet as it echoed around the empty club.

“This is my baby Frank. I’ll die fighting for this club just like I did with the one on the strip. This isn’t just some little hobby to keep me occupied” he folded his arms as he looked at him.

“Thank you for getting me the deal, thank you for saving me but you don’t get to yell at me” he spoke his voice shaked at the end.

“I have a deal now” hie voice was quiet, his manner was calm. “Won I can afford and keep my reputation and make this a decent place to come” he sighed. “If I didn’t stand up to them I would have to serve that piss they offered” he cringed.

[francisalberts]

Frank listened to Fitz, and knew there was an element of which he was right. Fitz was defending his livelihood, the bar, and without it, his reputation and the rest of his life would ultimately be a disaster. The crooner watched the younger man, hearing how his voice shaked, as though he were still nervous that someone would come in and whack him - or perhaps - just upset that Frank, his lover, was yelling at him.

The blue-eyed man stepped towards Fitz and mused, in a much calmer tone of voice, “I yell at’cha ‘cause I care, kid. I know how much this bar means t’ya, but it ain’t worth y’gettin’ killed.”

Frank told him in a calm voice before he seemed to try to lighten up the conversation a little, “Although, y’did look brave at the idea I was gonna hit’cha.” He teased a little, a small, safe smirk crawling across his lips as though he were still uncertain whether this was going to brighten the mood for Fitz or just make it crash down again.

He soon moved close enough to finally wrap his arms around the younger man, giving him one of his legendary bear hugs. Pulling the younger man nearer, whether he wanted to be close to Frank or not. Frank’s cologne and the smell of lavender mixed together, as he pulled Fitz close to his suited chest.

[like-a-dame-fitz]

"Fitz, quit talkin' to t'fella like that. You're goin' get'cha self in trouble, 'n I ain't gonna be able to get'cha out of it this time." He muttered under his breath, feeling agitated as he saw the interactions Fitz was having with some of the big names in the Italian Mafia. Frank was good pals with these fellas, but if they asked him to whack Fitz, or they took a displeasure to the younger man...well, there wasn't much Frank would be able to do to help him.

Fitz had been setting up the second location for his popular bar. He had moved out to New York for this and to be with Frank. He got the permits, the location but when it came to buying the booze he hit a brick wall. The mafia controlled it all. He wasn’t prude about buying the drink off of them but the fact was that it tasted awful and he wasn’t going to ruin his reputation on serving vinegar wine and spirits that tasted like a deadly chemical. All he had said to them was to get him better stuff and he would pay more for it but he was just met with aggression and rants that he couldn’t work out due to their thick accents. 

Fitz sighed heavily and cross his arms over his chest as Frank spoke to him “I cant serve that stuff Frank, i just wont do it, It tastes like sewage” he whispered harshly. “His the one yelling at me, I want to pay good money for good booze, they get more money, my drink will be expensive but im not feeding the poor here Frank” he pushed back a curl that escaped down to his forehead. 

[francisalberts]

Frank looked towards Fitz with his bright eyes, knowledgeable that the younger man seemed to realise what was truly happening. Frank couldn't say he was surprised. The Mafia wanted control over the entire city, and bars and restaurants meant they had the best source of income.

The crooner cleared his throat, ignoring Fitzs mumbling words as he spoke up, "Ain't you fellas got somewhere t'be now?" Frank asked perhaps too bravely. The room went silent as the men looked towards Frank in part shock that he was daring to ask them to leave. But they couldn't touch him. Frank was untouchable. Mainly because Frank helped them out in a lot of ways, and they helped Frank out. The relationship was too strong for them to threaten the crooner. The impact of Frank being gone from the planet would be too detrimental for their business.

'Yeah, we're leaving Frank.' They said, nodding their heads in acceptance before they made a swift exit.

Once they did and the room was silent, Frank turned to look at Fitz. A shower of emotions fell over him and he wasn't sure what one to pick. "Y'fuckin' idiot, ya could have got yourself killed!" It was anger. Absolute anger in his veins for the moment, mainly for his concern for the younger man. "Why y'gotta fucking talk like that y'bastard?"

[like-a-dame-fitz]

"Fitz, quit talkin' to t'fella like that. You're goin' get'cha self in trouble, 'n I ain't gonna be able to get'cha out of it this time." He muttered under his breath, feeling agitated as he saw the interactions Fitz was having with some of the big names in the Italian Mafia. Frank was good pals with these fellas, but if they asked him to whack Fitz, or they took a displeasure to the younger man...well, there wasn't much Frank would be able to do to help him.

Fitz had been setting up the second location for his popular bar. He had moved out to New York for this and to be with Frank. He got the permits, the location but when it came to buying the booze he hit a brick wall. The mafia controlled it all. He wasn’t prude about buying the drink off of them but the fact was that it tasted awful and he wasn’t going to ruin his reputation on serving vinegar wine and spirits that tasted like a deadly chemical. All he had said to them was to get him better stuff and he would pay more for it but he was just met with aggression and rants that he couldn’t work out due to their thick accents. 

Fitz sighed heavily and cross his arms over his chest as Frank spoke to him “I cant serve that stuff Frank, i just wont do it, It tastes like sewage” he whispered harshly. “His the one yelling at me, I want to pay good money for good booze, they get more money, my drink will be expensive but im not feeding the poor here Frank” he pushed back a curl that escaped down to his forehead. 

[francisalberts]

Frank did not want to punch Fitz. He knew it would do them good because then this ridiculous confrontation would stop but he felt as though he had forgotten how to punch. His fists were in neat little balls, but the raise and movement of his arm just wasn’t happening.

When Fitz started talking again, Frank was mentally pleading for him to stop. He’d only make it worse, even if he was right.

‘Wait-’ One of the men said, peaking their interest. ’$250 a bottle? Ya can really afford that?’ The man asked sounding surprised.

Frank looked around at the mafia, who were waiting expectantly for an answer. “Of course he can afford it. And ya know, the dames that come to his bars are somethin’ else.” Frank chimed in with a boisterous grin, trying to lighten the circumstances.

The men seemed to mumble to one another before they said, “Fine. $250 a bottle.”

The crooner felt relieved, as though he had gotten out of hitting the man he adored. He cleared his throat relaxing again as he kept his distance from Fitz, knowledgeable that it wouldn’t look grand to be too comfortable in his presence.

[like-a-dame-fitz]

He held his breath when the men stopped Frank from punching him. He didn’t feel like Franks body would allow him to even hurt him. He listened to the men mumble and nodded. 

“I would never give you an offer I couldn’t afford” he turned to them as he lent against the bar, his legs were turning to jelly but he would never let them know. He turned to face the men and nodded at Franks words. 

“I just have one condition, I will pay $250 a bottle but you only, only sell the good stuff to me. We will both make allot of money” he told them as he held out his hand for the header to shake. 

He took a glance at Frank and let out a breath. He wanted to tell Frank that his legs were not going to hold him up but the fear would have to come later. “Now who wants a drink?” he asked as he moved around the bar and bought out some glasses and decent booze. 

[francisalberts]

Frank contained any anxiety he had that was flowing through his bones momentarily. He wasn't nervous about the fact the Mafia were here. He got along with them well. More anxious that he could tell that they didn't like Fitz, and that would be a problem. They were still, seemingly, sceptical of him.

He was also thrown by the fact that Fitz was inviting them to stay longer. He knew it wouldn't always be this calm, and it wasn't safe. He looked at Fitz with his bright blue orbs, silently, and mentally, cursing him.

'You get what you're given.' The Mafia laughed at Fitz, making snide remarks among themselves as though Fitz had any choice. 'You think we're gonna screw y' over? If you do as y'told, you'll be as good as Frank here.' Slim patted Franks back, in a friendly manner. Although it still felt intimidating.

Frank had seen what these guys were capable of. He'd been asked to be violent himself at times, which wasn't difficult but he was typically only violent if someone had personally pissed him off. Not some stranger who he knew nothing about.

"Fitz, why don't ya sit down? These fella's ain't gonna wanna drink t'stock you're meant to be makin' money off for 'em." Frank said, casual and effortlessly. Even in situations like this where he was concerned for Fitzs safety he still remained cool and confident.

[like-a-dame-fitz]

"Fitz, quit talkin' to t'fella like that. You're goin' get'cha self in trouble, 'n I ain't gonna be able to get'cha out of it this time." He muttered under his breath, feeling agitated as he saw the interactions Fitz was having with some of the big names in the Italian Mafia. Frank was good pals with these fellas, but if they asked him to whack Fitz, or they took a displeasure to the younger man...well, there wasn't much Frank would be able to do to help him.

Fitz had been setting up the second location for his popular bar. He had moved out to New York for this and to be with Frank. He got the permits, the location but when it came to buying the booze he hit a brick wall. The mafia controlled it all. He wasn’t prude about buying the drink off of them but the fact was that it tasted awful and he wasn’t going to ruin his reputation on serving vinegar wine and spirits that tasted like a deadly chemical. All he had said to them was to get him better stuff and he would pay more for it but he was just met with aggression and rants that he couldn’t work out due to their thick accents. 

Fitz sighed heavily and cross his arms over his chest as Frank spoke to him “I cant serve that stuff Frank, i just wont do it, It tastes like sewage” he whispered harshly. “His the one yelling at me, I want to pay good money for good booze, they get more money, my drink will be expensive but im not feeding the poor here Frank” he pushed back a curl that escaped down to his forehead. 

[francisalberts]

Frank did not want to punch Fitz. He knew it would do them good because then this ridiculous confrontation would stop but he felt as though he had forgotten how to punch. His fists were in neat little balls, but the raise and movement of his arm just wasn't happening.

When Fitz started talking again, Frank was mentally pleading for him to stop. He'd only make it worse, even if he was right.

'Wait-' One of the men said, peaking their interest. '$250 a bottle? Ya can really afford that?' The man asked sounding surprised.

Frank looked around at the mafia, who were waiting expectantly for an answer. "Of course he can afford it. And ya know, the dames that come to his bars are somethin' else." Frank chimed in with a boisterous grin, trying to lighten the circumstances.

The men seemed to mumble to one another before they said, "Fine. $250 a bottle."

The crooner felt relieved, as though he had gotten out of hitting the man he adored. He cleared his throat relaxing again as he kept his distance from Fitz, knowledgeable that it wouldn't look grand to be too comfortable in his presence.

[like-a-dame-fitz]

"Fitz, quit talkin' to t'fella like that. You're goin' get'cha self in trouble, 'n I ain't gonna be able to get'cha out of it this time." He muttered under his breath, feeling agitated as he saw the interactions Fitz was having with some of the big names in the Italian Mafia. Frank was good pals with these fellas, but if they asked him to whack Fitz, or they took a displeasure to the younger man...well, there wasn't much Frank would be able to do to help him.

Fitz had been setting up the second location for his popular bar. He had moved out to New York for this and to be with Frank. He got the permits, the location but when it came to buying the booze he hit a brick wall. The mafia controlled it all. He wasn’t prude about buying the drink off of them but the fact was that it tasted awful and he wasn’t going to ruin his reputation on serving vinegar wine and spirits that tasted like a deadly chemical. All he had said to them was to get him better stuff and he would pay more for it but he was just met with aggression and rants that he couldn't work out due to their thick accents. 

Fitz sighed heavily and cross his arms over his chest as Frank spoke to him “I cant serve that stuff Frank, i just wont do it, It tastes like sewage” he whispered harshly. “His the one yelling at me, I want to pay good money for good booze, they get more money, my drink will be expensive but im not feeding the poor here Frank” he pushed back a curl that escaped down to his forehead. 

[francisalberts]

Frank knew Fitz had a bad deal. The alcohol tasted bad, but it was controlled by the mafia and if Fitz was to even dare to serve any other alcohol, well, he'd make an enemy on his hands. He knew the conversation hadn't gone as well as Fitz might have hoped, and Frank was worried that it would only escalate. It seemed that they had decided they didn't like Fitz, and for whatever reason it was, it was going to end in trouble.

'What's t' problem, Frankie?' One of the men asked impatiently, seemingly wanting to hurry the process up. ' I hope he's gonna wind his fuckin' neck in.'

Frank gave Fitz a look - a look that wanted the younger man just to back down. But it seemed it wasn't going to happen. Fitz wanted to keep his reputation that ultimately was being destroyed by the mafia. And Frank couldn't do much, other than stand as a silent witness.

"He still wants better booze, slim. He wants t'pay more." Frank answered which was followed by a group of muttering among the mafia and disbelief. They weren't pleased.

'He will accept and serve what he's given, we own the strip. He either serves that shit, or we'll fuckin' make him.' Slim answered before huffing an order to Frank,' Whack him won't ya Frank? Give him a taste of what we're talkin' about. '

Whack him. Whack Fitz?

Frank was stumped. He stared at Fitz with his bright blue eyes almost clueless. His hands remaining to his sides as he stood opposite the man in his grey suit. He was only meant to be here as a balance between two parties. Now he had to whack Fitz. A punch. But he didn't want to PUNCH Fitz. He loved Fitz... And Fitz wasn't wrong... But the system was wrong, and if Frank didn't punch Fitz then he'd potentially make things worse.

'What's the hold up? Punch him, Frank.'

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[like-a-dame-fitz]

NEW YORK, NEW YORK! Fitz and Frank (Closed starter)

While stepping off of the private plane Fitz was suprised that people were waiting to take his bags for him as he made his way down the steps. He was more than prepared to carry them himself but gave in when they insisted. Fitz couldn't help but send his bags off with a direction for the assistance to be careful and not hurt themselves. He was always worried about everyone around him.

He looked up bit his lip, this was it. Another big move. He was moving to New York City. No more desert weather, less casinos and more entertainment. He was branching out. He had trained his staff so well he felt more than happy to leave his club in their hands except for 2 members or staff. He was bringing them with him to start up his new club in NYC. They would be flying out in a few months time. Willing to start a new life in a new city all to just work for Fitz. It was a true family spirit.

Fitz never expected Frank to be at the airport, that would be far to public. He had expected a taxi waiting but this was over the top. Frank's people were waiting with a limo on the tarmac. Just the sight of it made him chuckle and say to himself "oh Frank" he was greeted and slid into the car. He felt like a star, it was just the way that Frank made him feel.

@francisalberts

[francisalberts]

Frank was never going to allow Fitz to travel solo and in some rookie, troubled cab. He knew that the man was living in New York now and the thought made him giddy. He'd see Fitz more often. It wouldn't just be in fleeting moments but rather would be an experience that would and could last days or even weeks.

He has arranged for Fitz to be picked up and taken to him in style. Frank would never let the man travel by himself especially since he knew what New Yorkers could be like and how they could take advantage of Fitzs naivety that he had at times. His innocence although pure was at a disadvantage to him in a city that never slept.

Frank was making sure everything was perfect for Fitzs arrival. He made sure his home was clean and comfortable. He also put a few random plants around so Fitz felt more at home (although he had to admit he didn't know what the type of plants they were).

The crooner combed his fingers through his hair one last time before he heard the door go and one of his people saying that they'd carry in Fitzs bags before leaving him be in the presence of Sinatra. He felt like he'd been waiting hours to see Fitz. Frank walked, soon standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame, "Geez, you sure know how t'keep me waiting."

[like-a-dame-fitz]

It really was started to get to him that everyone was doing something for him. He was so used to being busy that he didn't know where to put his hands when he was having doors opened for him.

He couldn't wait to be on his own with Frank again. He hadn't see him in a few weeks. He had to go back and make plans, get things in place to run smoothly without him. He would have never have thought he was opening a new club, his second club. What next? A whole chain of clubs up and down the country or even over the world. Anything was possible.

Soon enough he was closer to being with Frank he managed to turn the handle of the door himself before anyone could do it for him causing the staff to gasp a little. He felt like royalty, it was flattering but slightly suffocating. He wondered if Frank felt this way too or had he ordered for Fitz to be delivered unharmed or else?

As soon as he saw Frank's face his shoulders dropped and his face lit up. "Oh I like to keep the suspense you know me" he thanked the staff for handling his bags and waited for them to leave before he moved towards Frank seeking a big bear hug. "I missed you" he wrapped his arms around his waist keeping him close as he tested his head on Frank's shoulder.

[francisalberts]

As soon as the staff left, Frank's attention was fully on Fitz. He suddenly wrapped his arms around the younger man and pulled him into a strong bear hug that would keep him near and close as possible to him. He felt so wonderful being so close to him. It was all so comfortable and easy with Fitz. And being back in his presence again brought a calm aura back to Frank that had escaped him.

He had missed the younger man and his affections for him were growing stronger and stronger by the day. Just the thought of Fitz made Frank go into a blissful trance. "I missed y'too, darlin'." The crooner told him in a calm voice, silky and effortless. "Gee, I guess we'll be seein' a lot more of each other, baby. What have ya got yourself into?" He joked with a small smirk creasing at the edge of his lips as his arms slowly unwrapped from Fitz to give the younger man some space.

"You want a tour before y'go freshen up?" Frank suggested as he cleared his throat. He knew if he'd been on the same journey, well Geez, he would have been scrubbing himself down more than just his average of twelve times a day already.

[like-a-dame-fitz]

He couldn't help but smile. Being in Frank's arms again. Feeling his warmth and comfort had been something he had missed for so long. A few weeks away had felt like years. Sleeping along felt so wrong.

The privacy that they were enjoying was something they had learnt to not take for granted. Being in public, being around staff was sometimes disheartening. The realisation, the feeling of judgmental eyes on them, the guilt and belif that they were doing something wrong.

Fitz grinned and looked up at Frank "I'm right where I want to be" he pressed a soft kiss to the man's lips. "I'm not going to lie to you and tell you I don't find this city scary becuase I do" he giggled. "I never knew buildings could be so tall" he whispered as he looked with wide eyes at Frank.

"Oh a home tour, your such a good host" he teased lightly. He was looking forward to a shower, to change his clothes and enjoy some qaulity time with the man he loved. Then the next coming days would be looking at locations of his new club, working out what their situation was going to be, the awkward conversation of what lie they would make up to cover up their relationship.

[francisalberts]

Frank winked at Fitz, amused by his quips that others could and had rolled their eyes at, in the past. He remembered, on multiple occasions, seeing fragile men dragged into Fitzs club only to shake their heads at everything to do with Fitz once they acknowledged he was a homosexual. He'd even witnessed men hollering at Fitz on stage saying he should be locked up or knocked out for being gay. And being Frank, he couldn't let these things go. Frankly, Frank had knocked this guy out himself in the back alley.

The crooner ushered Fitz to walk around his home with him. "This is t'kitchen. I only cook in 'ere so don't be gettin' any ideas." Frank said in a teasing but serious way. He was a complete control freak when it came to cooking. Everything had to be perfect and only Frank knew how that could and would be achieved.

He continued to guide Fitz around. Show him the lounge where a piano was kept, the large sofas, the bar, the decorations of photographs and record players. It was homely but very much a man's home. No woman's touch any place inside. Except, quite literally, where there were a few small cracks in the kitchen on the worktops and cabinets where Ava Gardner had tried to knock Frank out by throwing a plate at his head that had missed.

"This is also y'room, baby." Fitzs guest room. The only room Frank had tried to make an effort by putting a few random plants around in the hopes it would make Fitz more at ease and comfortable. He'd asked one of his staff to get the best they could and here they were. "T'room with the most oxygen since I know I take ya breath away a lot, sugar." He teased, grinning boisterously.

[like-a-dame-fitz]

NEW YORK, NEW YORK! Fitz and Frank (Closed starter)

While stepping off of the private plane Fitz was suprised that people were waiting to take his bags for him as he made his way down the steps. He was more than prepared to carry them himself but gave in when they insisted. Fitz couldn't help but send his bags off with a direction for the assistance to be careful and not hurt themselves. He was always worried about everyone around him.

He looked up bit his lip, this was it. Another big move. He was moving to New York City. No more desert weather, less casinos and more entertainment. He was branching out. He had trained his staff so well he felt more than happy to leave his club in their hands except for 2 members or staff. He was bringing them with him to start up his new club in NYC. They would be flying out in a few months time. Willing to start a new life in a new city all to just work for Fitz. It was a true family spirit.

Fitz never expected Frank to be at the airport, that would be far to public. He had expected a taxi waiting but this was over the top. Frank's people were waiting with a limo on the tarmac. Just the sight of it made him chuckle and say to himself "oh Frank" he was greeted and slid into the car. He felt like a star, it was just the way that Frank made him feel.

@francisalberts

[francisalberts]

Frank was never going to allow Fitz to travel solo and in some rookie, troubled cab. He knew that the man was living in New York now and the thought made him giddy. He'd see Fitz more often. It wouldn't just be in fleeting moments but rather would be an experience that would and could last days or even weeks.

He has arranged for Fitz to be picked up and taken to him in style. Frank would never let the man travel by himself especially since he knew what New Yorkers could be like and how they could take advantage of Fitzs naivety that he had at times. His innocence although pure was at a disadvantage to him in a city that never slept.

Frank was making sure everything was perfect for Fitzs arrival. He made sure his home was clean and comfortable. He also put a few random plants around so Fitz felt more at home (although he had to admit he didn't know what the type of plants they were).

The crooner combed his fingers through his hair one last time before he heard the door go and one of his people saying that they'd carry in Fitzs bags before leaving him be in the presence of Sinatra. He felt like he'd been waiting hours to see Fitz. Frank walked, soon standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame, "Geez, you sure know how t'keep me waiting."

[like-a-dame-fitz]

It really was started to get to him that everyone was doing something for him. He was so used to being busy that he didn't know where to put his hands when he was having doors opened for him.

He couldn't wait to be on his own with Frank again. He hadn't see him in a few weeks. He had to go back and make plans, get things in place to run smoothly without him. He would have never have thought he was opening a new club, his second club. What next? A whole chain of clubs up and down the country or even over the world. Anything was possible.

Soon enough he was closer to being with Frank he managed to turn the handle of the door himself before anyone could do it for him causing the staff to gasp a little. He felt like royalty, it was flattering but slightly suffocating. He wondered if Frank felt this way too or had he ordered for Fitz to be delivered unharmed or else?

As soon as he saw Frank's face his shoulders dropped and his face lit up. "Oh I like to keep the suspense you know me" he thanked the staff for handling his bags and waited for them to leave before he moved towards Frank seeking a big bear hug. "I missed you" he wrapped his arms around his waist keeping him close as he tested his head on Frank's shoulder.

[francisalberts]

As soon as the staff left, Frank's attention was fully on Fitz. He suddenly wrapped his arms around the younger man and pulled him into a strong bear hug that would keep him near and close as possible to him. He felt so wonderful being so close to him. It was all so comfortable and easy with Fitz. And being back in his presence again brought a calm aura back to Frank that had escaped him.

He had missed the younger man and his affections for him were growing stronger and stronger by the day. Just the thought of Fitz made Frank go into a blissful trance. "I missed y'too, darlin'." The crooner told him in a calm voice, silky and effortless. "Gee, I guess we'll be seein' a lot more of each other, baby. What have ya got yourself into?" He joked with a small smirk creasing at the edge of his lips as his arms slowly unwrapped from Fitz to give the younger man some space.

"You want a tour before y'go freshen up?" Frank suggested as he cleared his throat. He knew if he'd been on the same journey, well Geez, he would have been scrubbing himself down more than just his average of twelve times a day already.

[like-a-dame-fitz]

NEW YORK, NEW YORK! Fitz and Frank (Closed starter)

While stepping off of the private plane Fitz was suprised that people were waiting to take his bags for him as he made his way down the steps. He was more than prepared to carry them himself but gave in when they insisted. Fitz couldn't help but send his bags off with a direction for the assistance to be careful and not hurt themselves. He was always worried about everyone around him.

He looked up bit his lip, this was it. Another big move. He was moving to New York City. No more desert weather, less casinos and more entertainment. He was branching out. He had trained his staff so well he felt more than happy to leave his club in their hands except for 2 members or staff. He was bringing them with him to start up his new club in NYC. They would be flying out in a few months time. Willing to start a new life in a new city all to just work for Fitz. It was a true family spirit.

Fitz never expected Frank to be at the airport, that would be far to public. He had expected a taxi waiting but this was over the top. Frank's people were waiting with a limo on the tarmac. Just the sight of it made him chuckle and say to himself "oh Frank" he was greeted and slid into the car. He felt like a star, it was just the way that Frank made him feel.

@francisalberts

[francisalberts]

Frank was never going to allow Fitz to travel solo and in some rookie, troubled cab. He knew that the man was living in New York now and the thought made him giddy. He'd see Fitz more often. It wouldn't just be in fleeting moments but rather would be an experience that would and could last days or even weeks.

He has arranged for Fitz to be picked up and taken to him in style. Frank would never let the man travel by himself especially since he knew what New Yorkers could be like and how they could take advantage of Fitzs naivety that he had at times. His innocence although pure was at a disadvantage to him in a city that never slept.

Frank was making sure everything was perfect for Fitzs arrival. He made sure his home was clean and comfortable. He also put a few random plants around so Fitz felt more at home (although he had to admit he didn't know what the type of plants they were).

The crooner combed his fingers through his hair one last time before he heard the door go and one of his people saying that they'd carry in Fitzs bags before leaving him be in the presence of Sinatra. He felt like he'd been waiting hours to see Fitz. Frank walked, soon standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame, "Geez, you sure know how t'keep me waiting."

[like-a-dame-fitz]

"Did y'even miss me?! Did you even notice I was fuckin' gone?!"

Fitz looked over at Frank. He was so handsome, everytime he saw him it felt like he fell for Frank a little more. Fitz pressed his back against the bare brick wall. They had come outside to talk. He was a long way from home.

New York to be exact. Frank’s territory. He was hired to present an awards show and his work time was up. He had no idea Frank was going to be there. He had sent the man a letter but he had not heard anything back.

The last time he had seen Frank was over a year ago. They had not had an argument or a falling out. In fact the morning that Frank caught hid flight he was in bed with Fitz. Life just got in the way.

Fitz smirked and narrowed his eyes “what do you think?” he tilted his head and waited for Frank to calm down. “Of course I miss you” he stepped forward as he spoke in a calm tone. “Didn’t you get my letters?” he asked as he felt a little confused.

[francisalberts]

When Fitz sat upon his lap, Frank’s arms wrapped around his middle keeping him close. His own body, he allowed to relax, letting it react in any way it pleased to this moment of verbal and physical affection.

The kiss to his lips was soft and sweet. He could have begged for more, but he kept his mind focused despite how unsettled it currently felt. He could barely focus on anything except Fitz, but it was a good thing that he only had himself in the company of the man. If they were in a crowd, he wouldn’t know how to cope.

But Fitzs words brought him back down to earth. The younger man telling him how he felt and how he was. Frank gently chuckled, shaking his head only slightly as he put his hand on Fitzs lower back, pushing him even closer to Frank’s chest.

“Baby,” His voice was husky but confident as though he believed all his words and others should too. They were sincere. “Y'can speculate ‘bout whether other people want'cha around. But when it comes t’ me… Y'better believe I ain’t ever gonna say no to your company. Damn, you’re always on my goddamn mind… In m'dreams…if you don’t believe anything, believe this, darlin’. ”

[like-a-dame-fitz]

It felt like home in Frank’s arms. He had never felt more love and comfort than he felt right then. It was scary in a way. He knew if he depended on someone for his happiness it could easily be ripped away leaving him more broken than before. It was worth the risk. Especially for Frank.

He was suprised at how Frank was with him. It was so open and honest, caring and kind like one of those relationships in the films he liked to see with his big bag of popcorn all alone in the theater where he could gasp and shed a tear without judgment from other people who would state that as a man he l should see one of the many war films. He didn’t like those films, sure he had seen the ones Frank was in, he saw everything that Frank was in but the war films were loud and too much for him. A romance, beautifully scored music, amazing costumes were right up his street.

He relaxed into Frank’s arms. He could have stayed there for an eternity. Frank was talking in a way that he saw Fitz in his future. To think that a relationship with Frank was even a possibility blew his mind. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

His voice, his touch, his smell surrouned him. “I feel the same way for you… I mean all of it it… I mean” he giggled not being able to form a sentence. “See what you do to me, you make all silly” he smiled brightly.

“Maybe… Maybe I’ll open up a club in New York City” he suggested. It would give him an excuse to be in the same city that Frank loved so much. “Oh you gotta show me around you know” he grinned as he laid his head on Frank’s shoulder.

[francisalberts]

Frank could have held Fitz for a lifetime. It was so comfortable and soft having the man in his arms. He couldn't be without the young man ever again. The thought of him being away from him again brought on a feeling of distress that he didn't want to ever experience again.

"Y'open up a club baby. Hell, ill buy the club for ya just so Y'can come 'n visit me more often. I'll pay for it all' n your travel." Frank mused in a gentle tone of voice, but he was utterly sincere. He knew he would pay for Fitzs new club outright and use up all of his money just so that he was closer to the younger man.

"I'll show ya around. But I ain't gonna introduce ya to no fellas. Y'might go wanderin'." He muttered, knowing that although they were not an item and their relationship with one another was unestablidhed, frnwk could still and would still be fuelled with jealously.

[like-a-dame-fitz]

"Did y'even miss me?! Did you even notice I was fuckin' gone?!"

Fitz looked over at Frank. He was so handsome, everytime he saw him it felt like he fell for Frank a little more. Fitz pressed his back against the bare brick wall. They had come outside to talk. He was a long way from home.

New York to be exact. Frank’s territory. He was hired to present an awards show and his work time was up. He had no idea Frank was going to be there. He had sent the man a letter but he had not heard anything back.

The last time he had seen Frank was over a year ago. They had not had an argument or a falling out. In fact the morning that Frank caught hid flight he was in bed with Fitz. Life just got in the way.

Fitz smirked and narrowed his eyes “what do you think?” he tilted his head and waited for Frank to calm down. “Of course I miss you” he stepped forward as he spoke in a calm tone. “Didn’t you get my letters?” he asked as he felt a little confused.

[francisalberts]

When Fitz sat upon his lap, Frank's arms wrapped around his middle keeping him close. His own body, he allowed to relax, letting it react in any way it pleased to this moment of verbal and physical affection.

The kiss to his lips was soft and sweet. He could have begged for more, but he kept his mind focused despite how unsettled it currently felt. He could barely focus on anything except Fitz, but it was a good thing that he only had himself in the company of the man. If they were in a crowd, he wouldn't know how to cope.

But Fitzs words brought him back down to earth. The younger man telling him how he felt and how he was. Frank gently chuckled, shaking his head only slightly as he put his hand on Fitzs lower back, pushing him even closer to Frank's chest.

"Baby," His voice was husky but confident as though he believed all his words and others should too. They were sincere. "Y'can speculate 'bout whether other people want'cha around. But when it comes t' me... Y'better believe I ain't ever gonna say no to your company. Damn, you're always on my goddamn mind... In m'dreams...if you don't believe anything, believe this, darlin'. "