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“Do the drugs still get you high?” She asks as she watches Frank snort the line of coke that he had laid out.
It wasn’t the first time that she had watched Frank get high and she was sure that it wasn’t going to be the last time that she watched him do it. She had been watching Frank get high for years, it was usually the only time that he came to her. She knew the moment she heard about Ransom being in a relationship that Frank was going to show up and need her. She was never sure if she should be flattered or not, knowing that Frank only thought of her when he was down in the dumps and needed to lose himself in sex and drugs, but at this point she didn’t care.
She got as much enjoyment out of it as he did, maybe it was mutual of using each other and they both knew it. Frank got the drugs and the sex that he needed to get out of his head, and she got to sleep with an attractive man that she knew didn’t want anything more then what she had to offer in the bedroom. It didn’t work for everyone but it worked for them.
Frank chuckles as he rubs his nose to make sure there was no coke left under before he reaches over and plucks the lighter from her thin fingers to light the joint that’s in his. He takes a drag of it, letting the taste and feeling of the weed wash over him as he thinks about her question.
“I don’t think the drugs get me high as much as the action does,” Frank says slowly, laying his head back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling. “I’ve done this for so long it’s more than just a habit, it’s a routine, my brain knows what I want the moment I line the coke up or light the joint. It fakes the reaction that I want. It’s fake, in a way.”
He brings the joint to his lips again, lifting his head so he can stare at her. She’s pretty, but not magazine pretty, it’s a more subtle pretty that feels normal to him. He sits and wonders why he couldn’t just be happy with someone like her, or continue to be happy in the life that he had carved out for himself. The wandering nomad who never stayed in place too long and left a string on one night stands in his wake. He was happy, for the most part.
He liked his life but always felt like something was missing and Frank knew what was missing was Ransom. Only he had to figure that out too late and now he had lost him, but Frank couldn’t accept that. He couldn’t accept that Ransom wasn’t his anymore because in a way, Ransom was as much of an addiction as the drugs were that Frank wouldn’t give up. Ransom was someone that Frank craved and needed.
And if he was truly honest with himself he would admit that Ransom was someone that he wanted in his life and wanted to be with. He had thought, in passing a few times, that maybe he could find it in him to settle down and be what Ransom wanted and needed.
But he had missed his chance, because he had gotten too comfortable in the knowledge that Ransom would always be there for him, waiting for him when Frank decided to come back. Frank had always known that it was unfair to Ransom to keep him on this leash of being a friend with benefits and not really committing to him, but Frank had never imagined that Ransom would get fed up and go and find someone to make him happy.
Ransom deserved that but Frank couldn’t really accept it. He needed to find a way to be okay with it.
Frank keeps staring at her, maybe his first step would be to find someone for himself, but even as he thought the words he knew that he wouldn’t. If Frank couldn’t settle down with Ransom then he didn’t want to settle down with anyone. He laughs to himself and takes another puff of the joint, he was fucked.
She watches him, feeling hot under his gaze and for a moment he looks at her in a way that she has never seen him look at her like before. It doesn’t last for long, she sees his thoughts change up and she can tell that he’s thinking about Ransom. It's written all over his face in the way his eyes grow distant and how the corners of his mouth turn down.
She couldn’t have that, not now when she was supposed to be helping him get out of his head. He came here to get out of his head and that’s what she was going to do. That’s what she always did - got him out of his head and made him feel good.
She gets up and makes her way over to him, moving his hand so that she can straddle his lap. She reaches forward and takes the joint from him and takes a drag of it, letting the smoke out with a soft sigh.
“You don’t have to think about him tonight Frank, just forget about him for a moment.” She says, passing the joint back to him, as she reaches for a bottle of beer. She untwists the top and has him tilt his head back before she pours it into his mouth.
She takes a swig after him and puts it on the table next to the couch before he leans forward and kisses him.
“We both know why you came here so why don’t you stop thinking with that pretty head of yours and doing.” She says against his lips as she grinds down against his cock. She grins when she feels him start to harden.
He lets out a low hum against her lips, placing a hand on her hip and pulling back so that he can take a final puff of the joint before putting it into the ashtray. He cups her face and pulls her close and as he kisses her he releases the smoke that he was holding in his lungs. He pulls her closer, slipping his hand under her shirt to touch her soft skin. She felt good under his hands and he knew that she would feel good on his cock.
“I want your mouth on me, pretty girl.” He murmurs and he doesn’t have to tell her twice.
She slips off of his lap and onto the floor, fingers working his pants open and with the help of him lifting his hips she has his pants and boxers pulled down enough to get his cock out. He had a pretty cock, one of the prettiest that she had seen and she loved having her mouth around it. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock she gives a few strokes before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around his cock.
Frank groans when he feels her mouth on him. It feels good and he tries not to compare her to Ransom but it’s hard when all he does is have Ransom on the brain. He lets out a frustrated groan, crushing himself and makes himself focus on her. She’s what matters in this moment. He reaches down and runs his fingers through her hair and gets a handful tangled between his fingers so that he can guide her mouth over his cock.
He focuses on how wet and warm her mouth is, the feeling of her tongue wrapping around his cock. Her mouth feels good and the more he just focuses on her the easier it is to just get lost in the feeling of her mouth. He says her name softly as he rocks his hips up, fucking her face the way that he knows that she likes it. The moans and sounds that she made, the way she gagged on his cock, pushed him on and made him feel even better.
When he feels himself get close he pulls her mouth off his cock, not wanting to cum just yet.
“You, up here, now. Wanna cum when I’m buried in that sweet little pussy of yours.” Frank groans, tugging on her hair.
A moan falls from her mouth as she scrambles up onto his lap. She leans forward and kisses Frank again, moaning at the taste of weed and alcohol on his lips.
“You’re too good for your own good, you know that, don’t you? Got a cock that drives me fuckin’ crazy.” She says, grinding her wet pussy down against him.
“ ‘m glad you remember just how good my cock is.” Frank says with a soft chuckle as he runs his hands over her body, pushing her skirt up and lace panties aside before lining his cock up. He puts his free hand on her waist and helps her to slide down on his length.
“Fuck.” Frank murmurs as her tight, hot, wet pussy wraps around his length. He liked the way that she felt around him, liked how his cock fit inside of her so nicely. It wasn’t as nice as Ransom, but it was still enjoyable. “Yeah, just like that, princess.”
She moans at the feeling of his cock filling her up, hands resting on his shoulders as she starts to roll her hips, lifting himself up before dropping back. It takes her a few moments to find a rhythm that feels good. Frank holds onto her hips, lifting his hips up to meet her as she rocks down on his cock.
Frank runs his hands down her sides and cups her ass, squeezing her cheeks as she bounces on his cock. It’s easy to lose himself in the feeling of his cock inside of her tight pussy. Wet, hot, tight around him and he enjoys it. It lets himself get out of his head, to focus on the soft skin under his fingers, the pretty moans that fill his ear, and the feeling of her . It’s enough, for now, for him to not think about Ransom.
He rolls his hips, fucking up into her tight heat, sliding one of his hands up her body to cup the back of her neck and he pulls her in for a kiss. It’s rough, teeth clicking together, giggles mixed with moans, tongues tangling together and messy with spit but Frank enjoys it. He enjoys the imperfection of the moment and saves it to memory for him to think about later.
She moans against his lips and again he has the thought that maybe he can find a nice girl to settle down with but he knows that isn’t him. It’s not who he wants to be. He didn’t want to be that person without Ransom.
He groans as he feels his own orgasm gather at the base of his cock and he slips his hand between them so his fingers can rub against her clit. It’s only moments of his fingers rubbing circles on her clit before she’s cumming, sweet pussy clenching around his cock. She moans out his name, it’s a delicious sound that goes straight to his cock and a few more thrust of his hips up into her and then his own cock is pulsing, spilling inside of her.
“Fuck I needed that.” Frank says, letting his head fall back onto the back of the couch.
She giggles and leans forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I always know how to take you out of your head.”
She climbs off of his lap and cleans herself up. There’s no cuddles, no pretending like Frank is going to spend the night. They know how this night ends. Frank’s going to snort a few more lines of coke, maybe smoke another joint and then he’ll get dressed and head out. There was nothing more or less to it. They both got what they wanted and they would part ways.
She would do whatever she did, and Frank would continue to pin after Ransom and pretend like he wasn’t.
It's just how life was for them.