the melting point {chapter 5}
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)
Summary: Frankie learns the best way to relax with a night off from being a single parent.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: mutual attraction, blurring of friendly lines, sexual themes, Frankie and his tongue
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The squeak of the gate should’ve signaled you, but you didn’t stir in the close hold Frankie had you in.
Your body laid out beneath him as he lapped at your core. The sounds he was making were obscene as his hot tongue swirled around your clit, two thick fingers working into you. If you weren’t so caught up in the moment, you’d be embarrassed at the way his fingers were squelching with each movement. The sun was just creeping up past the horizon, beginning to cast glowing light over the city and seeping in between the blinds in the kitchen. Your hands were tangled tight in his curly locks, a groan pushed into your skin when you pulled, telling you Frankie liked it.
He was rutting against the couch beneath him, his body so hot and buzzing from his mouth on your own. He felt you flutter around his fingers, your hips bucking and knocking your clit against his nose. A wanton moan fell from your lips, loud and needy.
“Frankie, cariño, please….” You whined, not caring how pathetic you sounded, you were so close. The knot of tension in your stomach coiling and begging to be snapped.
“I got you, sweet girl, give it to me.” He latched his mouth around your clit and sucked, his fingers curling in you to hit the spot that made you see stars. With a startled shout, you felt the coil snap and your entire body tensed as waves of pleasure washed over you. Frankie grunted at the way you clenched around his fingers, imagining what it would feel like around his cock. The words he opened his mouth to say were forgotten at the sound of the downstairs door opening.
He looked up at you, mouth still hovering over your throbbing clit. Your eyes were wide though he could see how cloudy they still were from pleasure. You blinked when the sound of your apartment door opened and footsteps started up the stairs.
“Fuck.” You whispered quietly, “Fuck, Frankie I’m so sorry.”
For the barest second he was worried you were going to say you had a boyfriend or a significant other that was about to be home. He quickly tore himself from you and moved to pull his discarded shirt over his heaving chest. As he stood, he adjusted himself in his jeans, his hardness straining against the fabric as you scrambled up from the couch as well. You pushed your tank top back into place, and roughly pulled your shorts up your decorated legs.
“It’s not what you think, it’s Taylor. He said he’d-“
“Be here by morning, I texted when the plane landed but I figured you’d still be asleep.” A tall figure appeared at the top of the stairs, the boot that had been knocked down the stairs in his hands. His long hair was down and slightly frizzy, the chocolate brown of it catching the rising sunshine beautifully. His broad frame hinting at a job of physical labor, though his middle was soft underneath his wrinkled shirt. His jacket was tossed over his shoulder and hung over the backpack, giving a view of his decorated arms as well. Frankie spotted one on the man’s right forearm, identical to the one you had in the same spot on your left.
The two men looked at each other, Taylor taking in the way Frankie was breathing heavy while you were rather breathless. The flush on your skin and the way Frankie had turned to face mostly away from the entrance of the stairs told Taylor all he needed to know. With a curt nod toward Frankie, Taylor pinned you with a look that you didn’t quite meet head on.
“Uh, I’ll go make some coffee down in the bakery while you two…yeah, just holler when it’s safe.” He tried to hide the small smirk he couldn’t fight to keep off his face. He leaned down to set the boot in his hands beside the other one before descending back down the stairs. The sound of the coffee grinder and then the espresso machine frothing milk carried up into the space.
“Oh my god, Frankie I am so sorry. You must’ve thought I was cheating when the door opened. He’s just a friend, my best friend. We um, we dated for a couple years on and off but then he had his son and it’s nothing, we’re just friends, I promise-“
“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Frankie took in the panicked haze in your eyes, the way your hands were wringing in front of you as you explained something that really didn’t need to be explained. He trusted you, he believed you. He moved to bring you into a hug that had you immediately caging your hands between your bodies and burying your face in his chest. “You’re okay, I got you.”
“I’d offer for you to stay…”
“Don’t worry about it, carino, really. Should probably go scoop up Lex, anyhow.”
“At least let me make you a coffee. Please, I um, I feel bad about…not being able to help with this.” You reached down one of your hands and cupped his softening bulge. His next words caught in his throat as you did so. He took a second to gather himself, a deep exhale causing your lashes to flutter.
“Oh, I think letting me take you out to dinner will be sufficient payment.” He smiled down at you, reveling in the way you blinked up at him in wonder. Your curls were mussed from where you had been writhing on the couch under him, your face still slightly flushed and bringing out the freckles that dusted your skin. He was mesmerized by the hesitant smile trying to grace your lips.
“You-you want to take me to dinner?”
“I’d love to, carino. What do you say?”
“Yes!” You leaned up to wrap your arms around his shoulders and kissed him solidly on the lips. His hands tightened on your waist, loving the feel of your skin underneath them. “Yes, Frankie, I would love that.”
A few moments later, Frankie was merging effortlessly onto the highway that would take him to his mother’s house. He couldn’t help the wide grin as he looked at the cup of coffee you had made him before bidding him goodbye, your number and a little heart in black marker along the sleeve of the cup.
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