So I wrote a very very very very short, one shot Fratt fic. This is my first Fratt fic, which thanks to my partner in crime, I finally have the will to write again. It’s been rough, these days. And hope this will lighten some of you up, even just a little.
Ps: thanks my buddy for the idea :) please visit her insta for some great artwork :)
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And if you prefer to read it on AO3, here’s the link
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Frank swears to god, he does not care about Red’s day job, not even a tiny bit. But he got a text from Karen, and he knows he has to do something.
It was bad at the court today. The DA pulled a stun on us! And now Matt locked himself up in the office and I’m worried!
He picks up his helmet and leave his house the second he finishes reading the text. Frank has no idea what he’s going to do, and he hopes he will come out with some brilliant ideas or excuses before arriving at Matt’s office.
The night is as busy as an usual Hell’s Kitchen way, but there’s lesser traffic on the road. So he arrives Matts office much faster than he expects, which means he has zero plan on his mind now. Nada.
Frank stops right in front of the building, he let out a long sigh of annoyance.
What now?
Without taking off his helmet, Frank looks up at the window, the one he assumes it’s Matt’s office, and of course it’s all dark inside, and he can barely make up of the condition inside.
Maybe Red left.
Frank sighs, still not sure about what he’s doing right now, right here. Frank doesn’t even know whether Matt wants him here or not. But Frank knows he has to be there for Red when he needs someone, Frank wants to be there for Red. Just as Matt had been there for him when he needed him.
He wants to be the SOMEONE for Red.
Just like Red to him.
Only God knows why.
“Hey!”
Right before his reflexes took over his brain, Frank stops his hand from pulling out the gun that he keeps in his jacket, and he turned his head to the source of the sound, the familiar soothing voice, which turned his instinct attack mode right back into a more relaxed one.
“Looking for a defence lawyer this late at night? You must be in some serious shit.”
Matt, without his pretentious glasses, stares right at Frank and it makes his heart skips a beat. He knows Matt can’t actually see, but he always find Matt eyes very distracting.
“No shit.”
Frank nods back.
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After a long day at the court, Matt decides to spend some alone time. His neighbour’s grandchildren is visiting, so he decides he shall enjoy a little more quiet time here at the office, rather than going back to his apartment.
He takes off his glasses and leans against the wall beside his office window, and tries to tune down his senses, focusing on blanking out his mind.
Meditation, Stick taught him meditation to enhance and to control his senses, which he still practice it every now and then.
That’s when he hears a familiar bike roaring sounds getting closer, and his heartbeat couldn’t help but slowly matching that roaring sound. Not sure why, but Frank present always bring him clam. He feel safe around Frank.
God knows how crazy this must sound to other people, especially Foggy, but Matt sure there’s people out there share the same feelings with him.
Maybe he’s just passing by, the Punisher has a tide schedule. Matt thinks, still hiding in the dark office.
Matt heartbeat starts to beat a little faster, along with the bike roaring noises that get closer and closer by seconds.
And then, Matt hears the bike stops right under his office building, with engine still roaring.
His train of thought comes to an end all the sudden, not sure what is this about, not even sure what he’s suppose to do now.
Should he say hi? Does Frank know he’s still here? Is Frank here for him?
For him?
Wait, is Frank Castle really here, or is he just imagining things?
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. He needs to focus.
Through the darkness, Matt can sense Frank‘s breathing, very quiet, as expected, and yet a little faster then usual.
Is Frank nervous? But why?
That’s when he hears the sigh.
Without thinking much, Matt opens the window slightly and says, “ Hey!”
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Matt is siting on the bike, wearing Frank’s helmet, because he needs it more, according to Frank. He smiles at those words and without saying a word, he lets Frank put the helmet on him, and carefully rides on the Ducati, behind Frank.
“Hold tide.”
With that, Frank steps on the paddle hard and the bike races straight into the night.
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Thump, thump thump, thump thump.
Matt leans in closer to Frank, both arms wrap around Frank’s waist.
Night wind blow through, Matt suppose there’s other sound happening around them right now, the noises of the drunks and televisions around the neighbourhood, the wind that blow through the building, dogs barking at someone or something; but all he could hear, feel and sense is Frank. Frank’s sweat from the helmet that he wore a moment ago, Frank’s heat that radiating through his leather jacket, Frank’s steady heartbeat, that matches with his own.
Closes his eyes, Matt leans more closer to Franks, resting his chin on Frank’s shoulder, lightly kissing the exposing neck of Frank’s, keeping his focus on the steady matching heartbeat of both of them, Matt finds his peace.
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Both of them lost track of the time. They doesn’t know which part of the road they are on, or how long they have been in this state. All they could think about is each other.
Matt is sitting on Frank’s lap now, their hot lips crashing on each other eagerly. Both of them not sure when did it all come down to this but none of them complained about it, not even want to stop it.
Frank’s hands are holding on Matt’s waist firmly, keeping him steady on the bike, while Matt’s hands are carelessly placing around Frank’s neck.
The kissing is so intense that all Matt’s senses are numb by it. All he could thinks is “More, need more of it, more of him… Need all of him!” The urging needs that crave under his skin grows more and more fierce along the second passes.
Frank bites the bottom tongue of Matt hungrily, a horse and needy moan escapes Matt’s wet little mouth. Frank can feel that Matt is slightly melting under his palms, his body leaning closer unconsciously, until he falls powerlessly into Frank’s strong, firm embrace.
Drowning deep in the kisses, they lost track of the time. The surrounding is so quite that it feels like they are the only two person left in the world. The only two souls that are so different, but yet they matches each other’s perfectly.
