One Shots (MxM)

Frankie and Moth’s Sleepover

Frankie and Moth Sleepover-

Moth

"I'm surprised Big Brother Barbie is letting you stay over." I tell Frankie while showing him the basement.

My mom said it's my area to do whatever I want with it. The open area has all of the instruments for my band and a few couches. We also have a counter with a microwave and some snacks as well as a mini fridge.

"After I told him that I'm not a virgin anymore, he wasn't as worried about me." He explains.

God, I hate the b***h that hurt him. I can't even look at that d**k anymore. The second Frankie puts out for him, he starts letting his friends kick his ass again. It makes me want to sock them in the face, or better yet, teach Frankie how to.

"I just thought he didn't like me. He stared me down for like half an hour when we met." I point out. Frankie just laughs softly and sits on the couch, putting his bag on the floor next to him.

He gestures for me to sit too, and when I do, he responds. "It's not that he doesn't like you. You just aren't what he expected. With the piercings and bad boy aesthetic, I mean."

I smirk and climb on him rather than sitting next to him. I put my knees on either side of him and sit in his lap while facing him. "Oh I'm not your type. Was the brow piercing too much? Maybe it was the Medusa."

"I like them." He says quickly. It seems like he doesn't know where to put his hands, so I take them and put them on my hips. "I like the one on your lip and how it rubs against my nose when we kiss."

"Oh like this?" I ask, leaning in to press my lips to his. He kisses me back, humming against my lips. Before it gets too intense, I pull away and put my hands on his cheeks. "You're so cute."

"You're cute too." He mumbles, moving his hands up to my hips. "How come you're in my lap instead of the other way?"

I'm not that much bigger than Frankie. He's actually taller than most freshmen, but he acts like a scared kitten which makes me think he's too timid to even try to top. I'm a switch so it doesn't matter to me either way. "Do you want me to move?"

"No. It's comfortable. I've just never been in this position with someone I like. I don't really know what to do." He shifts slightly and sits stiffly under me, making me laugh.

"Just relax, Barbie. Just do what makes you feel comfortable." I tell him.

He leans back and moves his arms around me to pull me closer. He smiles at me, making me get moths in my stomach. He's just so innocently... sexy.

The way his finger slightly touches the skin above my waistband, and the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips practically makes my mouth water.

I have to remind myself that Frankie doesn't want to be the person that sleeps around, so I refrain from suggesting that we do anything. Most of the time, I find that I'm the one ending the kisses or make out sessions because I don't want it to get too far.

I know what happened with Mason, but I don't plan on being the person that's going to take advantage of his emotional state just to get some ass. I could easily get s*x from any number of people at school. Frankie is better than that.

"Are you a bottom?" He asks me, making me laugh and roll my eyes.

"Most gay men don't even pick one or the other. That's just people trying to force labels down your throat. I don't mind whichever one I do because it has nothing to do with the role you take on or personality. When I have s*x I just go with whatever I want at the moment."

"Do you ever change your mind based on the person you're with?"

"Sometimes. It rarely has to do with where I do or don't put my d**k and more to do with where I am physically. Like with you, I'd like to be on top, even if I'm 'bottoming'. Like I said though, I don't mind either way."

He nods slowly before tilting his head. "I don't really like to be in control though."

"That has less to do with whether you're a top or a bottom and more to do with whether you're more dominant or submissive." I explain, standing up to take his hand and pull him off the couch. I grab his bag as well before walking towards the door.

"So then I'm more submissive?"

"Yep. You usually let me take the lead and make decisions. It doesn't matter if I'm the top or bottom because either way I'll probably be more dominant."

He follows me to my bedroom door, looking at it curiously. "What's in there?"

"My bedroom." I respond, opening the door to lead him inside.

"Oh. I thought your room was upstairs." He tells me, walking in to look around.

My walls are all black, but I have LED lights strung around the border of my ceiling that are always on red. I put his bag on the bed and close the door behind us, leaning against it.

Usually when he sees my outfits or piercings, he looks scared like I'm going to stab him or something, but he's totally calm now, walking around to look at my posters of my favorite rock and metal bands.

He sees the glass case with all my different rings for my piercings. I have a skeleton hand statue on my desk that has my actual rings on it.

"That's my brother's old room."

"I still can't believe you have a brother." He mumbles, stopping to look at a picture of Fizzle holding me when I was young. It was before our parents got divorced so I was probably 3.

"Never really felt like it. He wasn't like Sawyer or Will. He always ignored me and avoided me, and my mom used to work a lot so I'd just be alone all the time. I wasn't a teenager or anything. I was like 6 or 7 when he started leaving me by myself. It just kinda sucks. I never felt like I had a family. They were just people I lived with."

"Is that why you're so close to your friends now?" He asks, looking at a picture of me and the rest of 'eclipse'. We started the band in middle school. Gwen and I were 12 and Cas and Jonis were 13.

"Maybe. I think we all needed it. They've got their reasons too, but they're not my stories to share."

He nods, understanding why it's not my place to say anything about their situations. He gets quiet for a while, still looking all over my room. He looks at the three guitars I have in here. Two electric and one acoustic.

He notices my little bookshelf by my desk and looks at them, laughing softly. "You only have books they force you to read in school?"

"They're not there because I like them. They're there because I got away with stealing them."

He rolls his eyes and keeps poking through my things, but I don't mind it. "This room is so cool. I still haven't put anything in mine except my bed. I don't really know what I want to do with it."

"It's your first time having your own room, right? When you find something you love and are passionate about, the ideas will come to you." I assure him.

"I guess you're right." He agrees, finally turning to my bed. He stares for a minute and blinks a few times. "Why is your bed on the ground?

"The aesthetic. Besides, you can jump on it if it's on the ground." I explain, demonstrating by nosediving into my black comforter and dozens of pillows and stuffed animals. They're not cutesy ones. Some are skulls or bleeding hearts or bloody knives. My favorite is a black cat with red eyes.

"We should probably lay down for bed." He tells me.

I wait a moment for him to finish, but he seems to be done talking, so I answer. "Ok. Get ready then."

"You're staring."

"And?"

"I have to change."

"So?"

"Are you going to just stare when I get naked?"

"That was the plan."

He huffs and reaches over me to get his bag. He unzips it to pull out a t-shirt and boxers. He puts them over the chair by my desk and pulls his shirt off over his head, throwing it at me.

I catch it and give him a smirk, raising a brow at him.

He turns away from me and slips his pants down, kicking them out of the way before hesitating. I take a moment to look at him. He's not as skinny as he looks under all his clothes. He's still kinda small, but he does have some muscle on him.

His skin is cute. It looks so smooth and there's little moles speckling him in random spots.

I see him take a deep breath, but I know he's not totally comfortable with me watching, so I shut my eyes just as he starts to pull his boxers off. I keep them closed for a while before I hear him walk closer. "I thought you were going to stare?"

I open my eyes and look up at him. "I decided that I respect you too much to look at you that way without your enthusiastic consent."

"How about I enthusiastically consent to something else? You wanted to be on top of me, right?" He teases, climbing into my lap.

He leans his head down to press his lips to mine, only getting the chance to deepen it a little bit before I pull back.

"I didn't mean now."

"You don't want to?"

"No."

"Oh..." He climbs off, sitting next to me. "Do you not think I'm attractive?"

"No. It's not that, Frankie."

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No."

"Then you're just not ready to do it with me?"

I sigh and turn my body to face him. "It's not that I'm not ready. You're very attractive and I do want to, but I feel like you only want to do it because you did it with Mason, and you're trying to forget that."

"That's not true. I'm not using you or anything. I just really like you-"

"I know you do. I don't doubt your feelings for me, but were you ready to have s*x when you did it with him?" I ask, waiting for his answer.

His face heats up as he looks down at his lap. He frowns and just avoids eye contact for a while before shaking his head. "Not really. I just did it because he wanted me to and made me feel like I had to if I really liked him."

"And that wasn't even a month ago. If you weren't ready then, then you probably aren't ready now. Virginity is a construct. It's not that you weren't ready to lose your virginity. It's that you weren't ready to have s*x. Don't force yourself to think that you're ready just because you've done it before. I like you, and unlike him, I'm not going to leave if you don't 'put out'."

"What about other things? I don't think I'm totally ready to sleep with anyone, but we're both boys. Don't you get... you know?"

"Horny?"

"Yeah."

"Of course. If you're comfortable with it, we can do that stuff, but don't feel obligated."

"Okay." He nods and gets off of me to lay next to me on my bed. "Get dressed for bed and cuddle me like boyfriends are supposed to."

I stand up and yank my shirt over my head, throwing it in my hamper. I do the same with my pants before walking to my desk.

I take out all of my uncomfortable piercings, leaving in the ones that I'm okay with sleeping in. I remove the chain necklaces around my neck and the rings on my fingers as well before climbing into bed with Frankie in nothing but my boxers.

"Happy?" I ask, pulling him against me before putting a blanket over us.

"Very." He replies.

He scoots close to me moving with me to find a position to cuddle in. I cradle my head in my hand, giving him enough room to put his head on my bicep. One hand is touching my chest as the other drapes over my waist. I put my arm over him as well, kissing his forehead.

After a few minutes of cuddling, I sigh, moving a bit. "No we can't do this position."

"I was almost asleep." He huffs, opening his eyes to glare at me. "What's the problem?"

"My arm is falling asleep."

"Like you should be." He answers, sitting up.

Note to self: tired Frankie is cranky Frankie.

Next we get into the traditional spooning position with his back against my chest, but I make him move again when his long hair starts suffocating me.

We tried him spooning me, but he said it was uncomfortable, so after 15 minutes of moving around, we settled for him laying on top of me with his body on mine and head on my chest.

The pressure and warmth of him and easily lulling me to sleep, but right before I can slip away, he sighs.

"Not again."

"No, this is a nice position. I just have to pee."

"No." I answer, grabbing him when he tries to get off.

"Moth, I'll pee on you if you don't let me go."

"You don't know what I'm into."

"Oh my god! That's so gross." He laughs, struggling to get away before I eventually give up.

"Be quick. I'll die of hypothermia if I don't have your warmth." I whine dramatically.

I lay in silence for a few minutes before Frankie returns, flopping down on top of me, making me smile.

"Goodnight, Barbie."

"Goodnight, Moth."