okay look i’m calling out all the JoeyFrank shippers out there please i am lonely af
also here’s my pathetic attempt at writing something for this ship, writing has never been my thing so yeah, just, i dunno, enjoy it if u can :/
The thing is, Frank has been fantasizing about Joey a lot recently. His thoughts have become so awfully off track that he had come to the point to question his own sexuality.
It all started on a reasonably hot day, even for Ormond. Frank had been picking up Joey from the gym every weekend as his house is relatively near the facility. It's not his duty, really, but it would be nice for them to have their 'bro' time on the way home without the girls around, and so he insisted. The place was almost empty by the time he arrived, but it was normal for Joey to have some extra workout hours.
Though it must be his dozenth time at this gym, Frank never really got to see its layout. Boredom was nagging at his mind and so he decided to explore the place a bit. Frank was mindlessly wandering across the hall, humming an unknown catchy song that kept blasting on the radio recently when he found his way into a spacious locker room. Joey was walking out of the shower, a towel draped on his shoulder and another wrapped around his hips. He couldn't help but stare at the younger man, admire his perfectly toned abs, his broad strong shoulders, the way his muscles flexed ever so smoothly when he used the towel to dry his hair. And all those stray strands of water running down his chest definitely didn't help, either.
Frank hadn't realized he was staring until Joey caught his gaze and smiled at him. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't stupefied by those dark chocolate eyes, like a deer in the hunter's light. Letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, he tore his eyes away from Joey's magnificent figure, suddenly recognized how dry his throat was. They exchanged light-hearted chitchat on their way home, Joey seemingly unaware of Frank's awkward reaction in the gym.
Later that day, as Frank laid awake in his bed, his mind wandered back to that moment. He rarely, if not never, get to see Joey's body before, so he reassured himself that it was a completely normal reaction to seeing his best friend half-naked for the first time. Yet, it seemed like he couldn’t stop his mind from unconsciously coming back at the vision, his throat going dry like a desert. Frank shut his eyes in an attempt to distract himself, but instead was drowned by his uncontrollable fantasy; how good it would feel like to run his hands across that dark skin, to let Joey's strong arms pin him against the mattress, sharp teeth biting down hard on his collarbone like an animal... Forbidden thoughts raced across his mind like wildfire, making his body flush at his own vivid imagination.
Frank shook his head in an impotent attempt to get rid of the assault of lustful thoughts. Yet, it was to no avail against his blooming frustration. He let out a frustrated huff, the room grew freezing from Ormond's climate and only Joey could make things better. He was cold, he needed warmth.
“No,” he whined out loud. His body shivered in the cold room, smoky puffs escaped his mouth with every shaking breathe. He didn’t want the warmth Joey offered, he needed every drop of it. He hadn’t realized he had been touching himself until now, hugging his trembling body and running his hands down to his torso. The lower he went the more his mind was flooded, the building heat in his abdomen was the only warmth he had as his wishful thinking engulfed what was left of his rationality. He wanted to immerse himself deep into those hazel eyes, to be able to feel every burning touch on his skin.
His mind brought him to that day, oh how much he wished that things had gone differently. Maybe one day they will. But for now, he was contempt with his own thoughts and imagination. His hands traced lower as if on instinct. He let out a desperate whimper, his hips rocking into his hand. His nipples rose hard against the cold air, each breeze make them shake a little. lashes fluttered ever so abruptly, he thrust into the inviting grip of his scrawny hands It didn't take him more than a few strokes to come undone, his body had been too overly worked up from just dreaming up obscene scenarios.
The first time I saw Frank’s design, I was really confused by his pants, and all I could think was this. Then I realized it was just me thinking like a perv XD
It would be really fun if he was actually designed that way though
