Frankie Miller

Nineteen. Gender Identity Disorder. Agoraphobia. Self-Harm. Level Two. Hello, darlin'. Even if it hurts, even if I try to push you out, will you return? And remind me who I really am, please remind me who I really am... Everybody's got a dark side Do you love me? Can you love mine? Nobody's a picture perfect But we're worth it,You know that we're worth it Will you love me... Even with my dark side?

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott looks at Frankie, hurt. And really fucking badly. Frankie had just said earlier that he was comfortable with Scott, and now he is pretending he had nothing to do with him. Scott licks his lower lip and looks back at London, smiling painfully.]

Great… Thanks London. [Scott sniffs and looks down, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip to the point where Scott thinks he’s broken skin.] Yeah. It was nothing. Nothing at all.  I must be crazy, thinking up this shit. Fantasizing about a straight guy, huh Frankie? [Scott stepped a bit away from the two.] Thanks. To the both of you. I’m SO fucking glad I have such amazing friends.

[londonbauer]

[God. People called her a liar. And melodramatic] Shall I leave? This is clearly awkward for everyone, and I hate to intrude.

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie's stunned. Well, fuck. He had thought Scott might understand, but apparently, he was wrong. He's quiet for a few minutes, as Scott and London talk, trying to build up some courage. No more than five minutes ago, Frankie had felt ready to face Belvedere, hand in hand with Scott, not giving a fuck about what they thought. Hell, if he could ignore the harsh words his father had imprinted into his mind, he could ignore them. But he couldn't, especially not London. Still, he has to try. For Scott. He takes a step forward, putting him back on a level with Scott, though there is still some space between the two males.]

W-well, I guess, if you left... we could, uh, finish what we st-started. [He doesn't sound anywhere near as confident as he had hoped, stammering away, but he's trying his best.] I kinda like bein'... [he pauses, a longer pause than usual, his heart hammering in his chest as he forces the words out.] -bein' on my knees for Scott. [There's an attempt at a smirk, and he's proud of himself. At least he's trying. His stomach is doing somersaults, and he can hear his pulse pounding in his ears, fists clenching at his sides, but damn it he's still proud.]

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott’s mouth falls open.] Jesus, London, don’t you think that was a little harsh? Fuck’s sake he is just now getting comfortable and you’re going to fuck him up more? [Scott licks his lips.] 

Look can you and I deal with this later? Like… Not in front of Frankie? [Scott looked back at Frankie, hoping he was okay with Scott voicing so much about the situation.]

[londonbauer]

[Intellectually, London knows that Scott’s right. Frankie has a lot of fucked up shit in her head, and beyond all this she does like him. She doesn’t want to make his problems worse just because she has a tendency to melodrama.

Not without a slight pout, she shrugs] Nothing to deal with. Whatever. Maybe something went on in there, maybe it didn’t. The really great thing is that I don’t give a shit either way. And before you shit yourself, I won’t fucking talk about it, Frankie. There’s way more interesting stuff to talk about anyway.

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie's not sure what to say - clearly he's not fooling anybody with his words, so reluctantly, he drops Scott's hand - quickly, so it would be easier, like ripping off a band aid - and takes a step away from the male. He didn't want to, of course, but with London standing before them, he's terrified. He doesn't want her to shout again, and he has a fear in the back of his mind that she could hurt them, not just mentally or emotionally.] Nothin' happened. [He repeats the words, quiet yet determined, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt to distract him from the loss of warmth in his hand from Scott.] I ain't got a clue what you're talkin' about... y'all are both crazy. I-I wouldn't... I haven't...

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott’s eyes narrow at London. He knew that she probably followed him or recognized his voice. And as mad as he was, he couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed as well.] Well hi there, Miss Nosey. [Scott squeezed Frankie’s hand hoping that the other wouldn’t run away.]

We were just making out London, don’t get so testy. [Scott lied. Hoping he wasn’t being too much of an obvious liar.]

[londonbauer]

Who’s getting testy? Ain’t my business who’s sucking off who. I guess I’m just surprised that Mister I’m-Straighter-Than-A-Fucking-Arrow would even be making out with someone of the male persuasion. Funny. Not like funny ha ha, either. Funny peculiar. 

[frankie--miller]

N-nobody was, sucking, anybody... nothing happened... [He's trying to lie, but the bright flush of his cheeks is a dead give-away. He's trying not to hid behind Scott completely, but he's failing, miserably. His grip on Scott's hand is tighter than before - maybe he should let go, it might help to make his lie more believable, but he can't let go. Not now.] We didn't, uh, do anythin'...

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott laughs at the joke before rolling his eyes and squeezing the other’s hand.]

Well, lets get you out of here and see if the kitchen is working.

[londonbauer]

[Okay, so the patients at Belv were never very good at subtlety. London herself was one of them, in fact. And on the whole she thinks it’s hilarious, because they get away with so much shit. The sounds coming from the bathroom she almost walks past for example: not exactly muted. Lolling against the wall opposite the door, she wants to wait and see who it was. Mostly so she knows who to laugh at, and who to gossip about. But the door opens and its Frankie and Scott and for a second the smile fades. It takes a sharp bite to the inside of her cheek to remind London not to be stupid, and she throws out a cheeky grin]

Hi guys. You know, call me a Debbie Downer but I find the mental image of some bloke brushing his teeth on another bloke’s John Thomas to be less than exotic. Maybe keep it down next time.

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie grins, happily holding Scott's hand and walking out of the bathroom with him. In his eyes, this had been progress for him; he had managed to do what he wanted without feeling guilty or utterly hating himself.] Hopefully they've got somethin'. I'm freakin' hungry.

[He chuckles, before London speaks, almost as soon as they step out of the bathroom together. His grip on Scott's hand tightens, and he takes a small step back, trying to hide behind Scott, at least a little bit.] L-London... I, uh, don't know what one of those is... and I-I don't know, um, what y'all are talkin' about.

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott kisses back gently before pulling away]

You taste like my dick. [A laugh]

[frankie--miller]

So, I taste pretty good, huh? [It's cheesy as fuck, but so is Frankie. He grins, before taking Scott's hand in his own. After what he had just done... he can't exactly hide it outside of this room. Especially since somebody could have heard them.] Maybe we should get outta here. It might look kinda weird, uh, us hangin' out in a bathroom in the dark. [Really, he's not sure what to do. What are you supposed to say to a guy after doing that?] Plus I'm pretty darn hungry now.

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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Do you like… Want me to like… [Scott clears his throat.] do anything? To you?

[frankie--miller]

Uh, well, that's a... a pretty nice offer, darlin', but.. but, no. Uh, thanks... [His words are stuttered out eyes wide. Well, that was definitely enough to get rid of his problem. He probably sounds awkward, and if the light were brighter then he would have looked awkward, too. Instead of trying to hide his embarrassment with stammered words, he leans up to peck Scott's lips gently.] I'm fine, sugar.

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott laughed a bit.] Well shit, you’re welcome to it whenever you want, Frankie.

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie shifts awkwardly, having more trouble than usual getting that to go away. Still, he puts on a grin. Scott knowing would be humiliating, in Frankie's eyes.] Yeah? Well, I'll hold ya to that.

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[After catching his breath, Scott pulls his clothes back on an smirks at the other.] You did alright, Cowboy. [Scott winked, knowing the other couldnt see.]

You okay? No… [Scott didn’t know how to word it.] bad feelings?

[frankie--miller]

[Cowboy... damn it, that always managed to get to him. He's painfully hard in his scrubs, but he pulls the shirt down to cover it, willing it away quickly. He swipes his finger over his lip and wipes it on his trousers, before nodding to Scott's question.] You mean... uh, no, n-not really... at first I did, yeah, but they kinda went away. That was... I, uh, I liked that, darlin'.

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott’s whining became more intense, his throat letting out grunts for the other’s warmth around him. His hands curling tighter in the other’s hair, as his body tensed up the most it possibly could before he was able to let go of what he had been holding in as well as the moan that was being held in his mouth.] O-Oh fuck’s sake, Frankie. [Scott moaned loudly, not really realizing how loud he was actually being. His hands loosened their grip on the other and his body became somewhat limp. He smiled down at Frankie and nodded.]Fuck.

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie tries to swallow, he really does try his best. But his mouth is filling in a way he isn't used to and he can't seem to swallow it down so quickly, so when he finally pulls away and stands back up, a little is trailing down from the corner of his lips. He doesn't notice, however, as he's still trying to figure out whether he actually likes the taste or not. It's not too bad, he decides.] I-I did good, huh? [Frankie smiles, a small smile settling on his wet lips.]

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott leaned his head back again, his body shuddering as he came closer to the peaking orgasm.] Shit. Shit. Shit. [Scott’s fingers began to curl in the already curly hair.] Frankie, Jesus. I’m close. [He breathed out. His body tensing up more.]

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie's not sure what to do, having never done something like this for a guy before. Should he attempt to swallow, or pull back? Heck, which was he supposed to do? What would Scott expect him to do? It's all very confusing, but he tries to push away the thoughts and go with whatever happens, never stopping his movements. He had decided, after a moment of thoughts, that he would try his best to swallow for Scott, having heard the cheerleaders back home saying how much their boyfriends loved it. His free hand rests on Scott's thigh, fingertips digging in lightly as he attempts to hold Scott closer, taking as much into his mouth as he can.]

[walker-jay]

Guess I won't be studying then, eh?

[walker-jay]

Well people make mistakes. So ya offended her..Did ya apologize? If you said ya were sorry than that’s what counts. 

[Jay suddenly narrowed his eyes, staring at the bruise. How didn’t he see that earlier?] Who the bloody hell did that to ya?

[frankie--miller]

I tried... then I, um, ran away. [His confession is quiet, and he bites on his lip, chewing nervously at the sensitive skin.] Haven't seen her since.

[The serious expression coupled with Jay's words makes Frankie shrink back into the darkness a little. Sure, he's in a better mood than he was last time he saw Jay, but after everything that had happened recently, he's still wary.] Uh, that ain't important... I deserved it. [He shrugs nonchalantly, as though the discolouring of his skin and pain in his jaw doesn't matter at all. After all, he had deserved it.] I still pissed him off, and, I shouldn't'a done.

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott can feel the tension rising in his gut, he knows that a few more seconds and he’s going to be releasing all that he had been holding in for quite sometime now. Scott looks down at Frankie, the other’s head bobbing making Scott love the situation much more.] Fuck Frankie. [He whimpers, his toes curling in his shoes.]

[frankie--miller]

[Hearing Scott speak, Frankie looks up, looking at Scott through his lashes, though he doesn't cease his motions. The soft whimper following the words leaves Frankie even more turned on, but he makes a conscious effort to remain still, moving only his head, and his hand to wrap around where his mouth can't quite reach.]

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[frankie--miller]

Maybe I'm crazy, yeah, a little naïve But the light at the end is brighter than it used to be Got a long way to go But I know, I believe That the light at the end is brighter than it used to be

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott whines a bit, his body shuddering with the growing pleasure Frankie was providing. Still, it wasn’t his best, but Scott continued to try and be grateful. He let his hips grind up a bit and he allowed himself to let out a soft moan.]

Fuck, Frankie.

[frankie--miller]

[Hearing Scott's soft whine lights a flame within Frankie, his hips rocking instinctively, and he is so focused on Scott that he doesn't notice his hips, thrusting gently forward to gain some friction from his scrubs. He pulls away to breath properly, his hand wrapping around Scott and stroking, and it's then that he notices and quickly freezes the motion of his hips. He can feel just where the friction had been causing tingles, and he forcefully pushes away his self-disgust. Right now is about Scott, not Frankie. When his breathing is regular again, his lips return to their previous position, sliding down the hard length to take him in deeper than before.]

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott managed to find enough pleasure to finally relax and lay his head back against the wall. Scott enjoyed the fact that Frankie was getting the hang of it. And, in a way, it was fun being the one to corrupt innocence. The thought that he was probably the first guy Frankie has done anything with gave him a bigger head than he needed.]

Fuck… There you go. You got this. [He murmured, his hips resisting the urge to thrust deeper down the other’s virgin throat.]

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie continues, only now he experiments further, trying to take more into his mouth. The tip hits the back of his throat, and he pulls away to cough quickly; he hadn't been expecting that to happen, and really, he might have expected it, since nothing had really been so far into his mouth in such a manner. Still, he perseveres, with more determination. His head bobs down again, only instead of going slowly to build up to it like before, he keeps moving, taking in inch after inch. When the head meets his throat again, he's not as shocked by it, and tries to take more in. Fuck, it's more difficult than Frankie had originally thought. His brows furrow, trying to figure out how to do it. He pulls back slightly, then back down, only this time, he attempts to relax his throat, hoping that might help. It does, marginally, and he's proud of himself as he pulls back to return some of the focus to the head, his tongue swirling, lips sucking as gently as he can.]

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It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott sighed, enjoying the feeling. It wasn’t the best he ever had, but Frankie was trying. And Scott felt that if he complained about it, it would only push Frankie further into depression. So, instead, Scott focused hard on what Frankie was doing, it had been at least something. And something was definitely better than nothing.] 

There you go. You got it. [Oh my God, Scott. Shut up this is the weirdest thing you have ever done.]

[frankie--miller]

[Scott's encouraging words - however odd they may have sounded coming from his mouth - spur Frankie on, and his nerves die down, replaced instead by enthusiasm. Hey, maybe he isn't very good at this, but he's trying, and Scott's still hard, which is a positive sign, at least. For once, and for the first time in a very long time, Frankie's instincts entirely overrule his mind. There are no scary, or guilty thoughts invading his mind, instead they're silenced by his urges, to provide pleasure for Scott. He tries different movements, flicking his tongue along the underside as his head bobs, pulling back almost completely then lowering down to take in as much as he can. He's still adjusting to the odd feeling, having something so hard filling his mouth, but he kind of likes it. He will probably never admit that to anybody aloud, aside from Scott, but despite being an odd sensation, it's also really hot.]

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

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[Scott nods slowly, his body almost dying from waiting on Frankie. Scott continued to remind himself that Frankie was new to this, and that this was a big thing to him. Heh… No pun intended. Scott remained with his hand on Frankie’s face, trying not to think of the million of reasons this was slowly becoming more awkward and less sexy.]

You’re doing fine, Frankie. [Scott closed his eyes, hoping Frankie would get the hang of things soon enough, so the talking would stop.]

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie smiles - though, really, it's almost a smirk - as Scott tells him that he's doing fine. He's never seen any porn before, and since this has only been done to him once before, he only had instincts to tell him what to do. He moves cautiously, each motion an experiment, gauging Scott's reactions to tell him what's good and bad, so that he can give Scott pleasure. His tongue flicks gently, then, drawing on limited experience, his lips wrap around the head, making short, shallow movements to bob his head, taking no more than the first inch inside his mouth. As his confidence slowly begins to grow and further, so do his motions, taking slightly more in with each bob of his head.]